The boy—Sikandar—opened the tiffin box. Inside were two kachoris . "Maine banaye hain. Seekh ke aaya hoon. Mummy ne kaha, agar main tere jaise banna chahta hoon, toh pehle tujhe khilaa."
"Yeh… mera beta hai?" Radhe whispered.
The dhaba was crowded. Radhe was wiping a steel glass, not looking up. But the air changed. A faint scent of jasmine and old books—the same fragrance that haunted his nightmares.
The air left the room.
"Tum kyun aayi ho?" he asked.
They called him "Pagal" now.
"Radhe…" she breathed.
"Main pagal tha, Nirjara. Ab nahi raha. Kyunki mere pagalpan ki wajah wapas aa gayi—aur ek naya sheher bhi lekar aayi."
"I lost my mind," Radhe said, standing up slowly. He was taller, leaner, more dangerous than the boy she remembered. "I lost my mind because I lost you ."
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He stepped closer. The dhaba owner, an old man named Bhairav, reached for a rolling pin. "Radhe, mat karna kuch."
"Nirjara… tu zinda hai?"