Subah ki pehli kiran jab Mumbai ki un purani imaraton par padi, toh shehar ka shor fir se shuru ho gaya. Arav apni balcony mein khada chai ka cup liye baitha tha.
Uski nazar barabar wale flat ke darwaze par thi. Raat bhar ki bechaini ke baad, ab ek ajeeb sa thahrav tha.
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