Vidya ka shareer Chacha ke shareer se chipak gaya. Usne apni kamar tezi se hilani shuru ki, aur Chacha ke haathon ne uski janghon ko kas ke pakad liya. Kamre mein sirf unki saanson ki awaaz aur Vidya ki dheemi siskiyan goonj rahi thi. Vidya ke stan Chacha ke muh ke paas the, aur woh har hilte hue pal mein unhe chusne ki koshish karte. Vidya ka shareer ab ek toofan mein badal chuka tha—uski saansein garam thi, uska chehra laal ho chuka tha, aur uske muh se cheekhein nikal rahi thi, “Ooh… Chacha… aah… bas… nahi rukna…”
Yeh silsila roz chalta raha. Manohar ko kabhi shak nahi hua, aur beta to abhi chhota tha, use kuch samajh nahi aata tha. Vidya aur Chacha ka yeh rishta ek raaz ban gaya—ek garmi, ek vasna, aur ek chahat ka raaz. Chacha ki sehat behtar hoti gayi, lekin ab unke liye Vidya sirf doodh nahi, balki unki zindagi ka sukh ban chuki thi. Aur Vidya, jo pehle sharmaati thi, ab Chacha ke har sparsh ko tarasti thi. Har subah, jab Manohar ghar se nikalta, Vidya aur Chacha ek doosre mein doob jate—kabhi tezi se, kabhi dheere-dheere, lekin har baar poori tarah se.