Wo raat ke baad Nikki ka naam meri routine me ghul gaya.
Subah random texts:
"Utha le bhagwan isko ya gym bhej de."
Shaam ko ek word:
"Survive."
Wo mere dard se khelti thi, par respect karti thi uski gehraayi ki.
Ek din usne mujhe us jagah le jaaya jahan wo rehti thi — chhoti si apartment, lekin har diwar pe kuch likha tha.
Quotes nahi, warnings.
Jaise —
"Mujhse pyaar mat karna. Main wapas nahi aati."
Maine pucha, "Yeh sab kyun likha hai?"
Usne mujhe dekha — directly, bina dare,
"Taki agla banda confuse na ho. Clear rehna chahiye ki main kisi ki therapy nahi hoon."
Us pal mujhe laga — Nikki khud bhi kisi ka adhoora chapter thi, jo khud ko complete show kar rahi thi.
Aur mujhe bas us adhoorepan me apni poori story mil rahi thi.