divya

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‎ When the guard said, “Woh andar hai,” Divya heart beat fast. She took deep breath. Walked inside poli.ce stat.ion .

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‎Station hall small and dirty. Old fan on ceiling.
‎Smell of sweat, paper, tea. Two benches. Lockup bars at back.
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‎Hamee sitting one corner of hall. On wooden bench. Head down.
‎Hands on knees. Shirt same dirty one from yesterday. Beard rough. Eyes red. Face tired.
‎Body smell of old liquor and jail dust.
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‎Divya saw him. Stopped one second. Then went near slowly.
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‎Hamee heard footsteps. Looked up. Saw Divya in blue salwar.
‎ He stand up quick. Looked around — no one watching much.
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‎He said low, scared voice, “Memsab… yahan kyun aayi?”
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‎Divya looked at his tired dirty face. Pity came little.
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‎She said soft, “I just… came to see if you are okay.”
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‎Hamee looked down.
‎ Voice low, “Do sau maang rahe hain guards. Release ke liye extra. Mere paas nahi hai.”
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‎Divya smiled little.
‎Soft voice mein boli, “To do unko paisa.”
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‎Hamee looked at her. Eyes tired but grateful. He said low, “They beat me last night. Bahut maara poli.ce ne. Dard ho raha hai ab bhi.”
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‎Divya face sad ho gaya. “Oh… sad.”
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‎She felt pity. His dirty shirt. Swollen eye. Beard rough. Body smell of jail dust and old sweat.
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‎Hamee came one step close. Hall mein koi nahi dekh raha tha. Guards bahar the.
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‎He slowly leaned forward.
‎ Kissed on her lips.
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‎Gentle kiss first. Rough lips on her soft lips. Liquor taste faint.
‎Beard scratched her chin little.
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‎Divya eyes opened. She saw into his eyes — red, tired, hungry.
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‎She did not push him.
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‎ divya Kissed him back once. Soft. Slow. Her lips pressed on his lips.
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‎Then she pulled back fast. Face red. Shy.
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‎She said quick, “Bas… .”
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‎Divya turned. Walked to guards outside.
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‎Gave two hundred rupees to one guard. Quiet, “Yeh Hamee ke liye. Release kar dijiye please.”
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‎Guard took money. Nodded. “Theek hai memsab.”
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‎Divya went out station gate. Stood at road. Auto liya.
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‎After two minutes Hamee came out.
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