Adultery Nayi Shuruaat - Meri Sweet Maa Bani Meri Bhai Ki Dulhan

[Ravi1991]

That would be great! they should be loyal and one only for each other. another idea... truth cant be hidden forever. please reveal the truth to son after their relation grow to the peak.

Not early.....

[Ravi1991]

Hi Thanks all for Suggestion, just to clarify, Priya will not sleep with Rajat, In previous chapter she was stating if she have son in the future she will become his wife just like reeti going to become Rajat.

Thanks for all the support

Bro. Waiting for update. yr):

[Aman34]

Update nhi doge kya bhai

[Joker44]

Reeti ne shaam ki party ke baad kuch classy aur thodi bold selfies post ki thi apne Instagram pe – red dress, killer pose, glowing face. Naturally, likes aur comments baras gaye.

Ek purana naam notifications mein dikha — Aryan liked all the pics back-to-back.
Usi ke baad DM aaya:

Aryan:
“Damn Reeti... badi hot lag rahi ho tu. Mujhe laga tha tu seedhi saadhi hai, lekin yeh look toh puraa aag hai.”

Reeti ne message dekha, eye-roll kiya aur ignore kar diya. Uska mood bilkul nahi tha Aryan se baat karne ka. Break-up ka reason ab tak yaad tha—uski possessiveness, uska over-control, aur uska ‘mujhe hi chahiye tu’ attitude.

Do minute ke baad fir message ping hua:

Aryan:
“Waise… mujhe kabhi idea nahi tha ki tu itni sexy lag sakti hai. Lucky banda hoga tera fiancé.”

Reeti (thoda irritated hoke reply kiya):
“Thnx. Mujhe lagta tha tu move on kar chuka hoga.”

Aryan:
“Tera face dekhte hi kuch bhi bhool jata hoon. Aur honestly, I never moved on completely.”

Reeti:
“Aryan, we broke up for a reason. Don’t start again.”

Aryan:
“Mujhe bas ek last chance chahiye tujhse baat karne ka. Mujhe lagta hai tu abhi bhi mere saath ek baar calmly baat kar sakti hai.”

Reeti (coldly):
“Main ab engaged hoon. Mujhe tumse kuch discuss nahi karna.”

Aryan (thoda desperate tone mein):
“Reeti, mujhe pata hai tu mujhse naraz hai. But main sirf clarity chahta hoon. Let’s just meet ek baar. Kal college ke terrace pe mil, 5 mins ke liye. No drama, no begging. Sirf clarity. Please.”

Reeti (soch kar, thoda hesitant hokar):
“Fine. Kal terrace pe. Sirf 5 minutes. Aur uske baad sab khatam.”

Aryan:
“Deal. Kal milte hain… bas ek baar tu meri aankhon mein dekh ke kehna ki kuch mehsoos nahi hota.”

Reeti ne phone side pe rakha, ek gehri saans li. Uska dil Rajat ka tha, lekin Aryan ka past bhi ek time par real tha. Ab terrace pe uska ek purana rista uske samne khada hone wala tha… sirf clarity ke liye.










Agli subah, college ki chhatt pe Reeti Aryan se milne gayi. Din dhire-dhire garam ho raha tha, lekin terrace par ek alag hi tension ki hawa thi.
Reeti college uniform mein thi—modern fit blouse, neatly ironed skirt, hair tied in a clean ponytail. Lekin uske chehre par ek mix tha: firm determination aur halki si anxiety. Aryan usse pehle se hi wahan khada tha, piche haath bandh ke, aankhon mein purani yaadon ka dard.
Aryan (softly): “Reeti… tu sach mein mujhe chod kar kisi aur ki ho gayi?”
Reeti (calmly but distant): “Aryan, maine move on kar liya hai. Tumhe bhi kar lena chahiye.”
Aryan: “Mujhe sirf ek mauka chahiye. Ek baar... bas ek baar mujhe apne dil ke kareeb aane de…”
Reeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha, us desperate yearning ko mehsoos kiya, lekin uske liye woh chapter ab khatam ho chuka tha.
Reeti: “Mere dil mein ab tumhare liye kuch nahi bacha. Main Rajat ki ho chuki hoon.”
Aryan ka chehra tight ho gaya, aankhon mein dard ke saath gussa bhi tha. Aur bina kisi warning ke, usne jhatke se Reeti ke haathon ko pakda aur uske lips par zor se kiss kar diya.
Reeti stunned thi. Ek pal ke liye woh react nahi kar payi, lekin turant usne Aryan ko zor se dhakka diya.
Reeti (gusse mein, saans phoolti hui): “Tum pagal ho gaye ho?! Main tumse nafrat karti hoon, Aryan! Kabhi mat dikhna meri nazar ke saamne!”
Aur woh wahan se bhaag gayi—ankhon mein aansu, aur dil mein ek chubhan.
Aryan chhat pe akela reh gaya, uske chehre par ab regret nahi tha—uski jagah ek andhera sa irada tha.
Aryan (andar hi andar):
"Agar tu meri nahi ban sakti… toh kam se kam ek baar toh main tujhe paake rahunga. Ek baar toh… bas ek baar."




college se ghar lautne ke baad Reeti ka mood thoda kharab tha. Aryan ka jo kuch bhi terrace par hua tha, uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Gussa bhi tha, thodi guilt bhi, lekin sabse zyada — ek chubhan si thi jo vo kisi ko batana nahi chahti thi… specially Rajat ko nahi.
Shaam ko jab Rajat ghar aaya, to uska chehra usual charming smile ke saath chamak raha tha. Usne jaise hi Reeti ko dekha, vo instantly uske mood ko feel kar gaya. Lekin kuch poocha nahi… bas ek pyaar bhari muskurahat ke saath uska haath pakda aur khinch ke use apne room mein le gaya.
“Aaj tumhe mujhe kuch batane ki zarurat nahi,” Rajat ne kaha, “Bas mere saath baitho.”
Reeti ab bhi thodi confuse thi, lekin usne resist nahi kiya. Rajat ne use apni godi mein bithaya, dono ka chehra paas tha, aankhon mein sirf softness.
“Kal jo tumne mujhe diya… vo zindagi ka sabse khoobsurat gift tha.”
“Aaj meri baari hai,” Rajat ne uske kaan ke paas hushed voice mein kaha.
Reeti ne aankhon mein thoda curiosity lekar pucha, “Kya laye ho mere liye?”
Rajat ne apni pocket se ek chhoti velvet box nikali. Jab usne khola, to andar ek khoobsurat diamond ring thi—simple, elegant, lekin usme woh sparkle thi jo Reeti ki aankhon se match karti thi.
Usne bina kuch kahe, woh ring Reeti ke haathon ki ungliyon mein pehna di.
Reeti ne shock ke saath Rajat ki taraf dekha—uske hoth thode khule, aankhen geeli hone ko tayyar.
“Rajat… yeh?”
“Official engagement ki baat baad mein sab ke saamne hogi,” Rajat ne muskurate hue kaha, “lekin mere liye, tu abhi se meri biwi hai. Aur main chahata hoon har raat tere haath mein yeh ring ho, jise dekh kar mujhe yaad rahe ki tu meri hai.”
Reeti ke chehre pe ek pyari si muskurahat phoot padi. Duniya ka gussa, Aryan ka chhaya hua moment — sab kuch us ek pal mein pighal gaya.
Woh Rajat ke gale lag gayi, tightly, khud ko puri tarah uske pyaar mein samarpit karte hue.
“Thank you… Rajat. Tum mere sab kuch ho.”
Us raat, Reeti ke haath mein sirf ek ring nahi thi—ek naya vaada, ek nayi shuruaat thi.

Rajat ne pyaar se Reeti ka chehra apne dono haathon mein liya, uski aankhon mein dekha, aur bina kuch kahe uske lips par jhuk gaya. Unka kiss pehle gentle tha… lekin dheere-dheere woh deep ho gaya.
Unki tongues ek doosre se takraayi, jaise dono apni pyaas ek dusre ke andar bujha rahe ho. Reeti ki tongue Rajat ki tongue ko chhedti, chaathti, kabhi peeche hatt jaati toh kabhi uske muh ke andar ghus jaati. Rajat bhi uske taste mein kho gaya tha. Unka saliva mix ho chuka tha, dono ke hoth gile ho gaye the, aur unki breathing tez hone lagi thi.
Rajat ke haath dheere-dheere uske kamar se upar gaye… ek haath uske peeth ko pakad raha tha, toh doosra haath uski side se uske boobs tak pahunch chuka tha. Pehle toh usne kapdon ke upar se halka pressure diya, lekin jaise hi Reeti ke honton se halki siskari nikli, uska haath zyada bold ho gaya.
“Hmm... Rajat…” Reeti ki awaaz mein hichkichahat thi, lekin uski aankhon mein sirf desire tha.
Rajat ne uske boobs ko dono haathon se dheere-dheere dabana shuru kiya—jaise woh har touch se uski feel le raha ho. kapdon ke beech se bhi usse har warmth mehsoos ho rahi thi. Reeti ka seena tez saans se uth raha tha, uske nipples blouse ke neeche se tight ho chuke the.
Reeti ne apne haath Rajat ke baalon mein daal diye, aur kiss aur intense ho gaya. Uske mooh se ab halki-halki awazen nikal rahi thi, jo Rajat ko aur deewana bana rahi thi.





Reeti ka saans ab tez ho raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ek mix tha—sharm, chahat, aur ek andheri si aag. Rajat ne uske honton ko ek baar aur chuma, is baar thoda softly… jaise us pal ko feel karna chahta ho. Phir usne apni ungliyan uske blouse ke hooks tak le jaayi.
"Main... khol doon?" Rajat ne uske kaan ke paas fuskaya.
Reeti ne aankhen bandh karke sir halka sa hilaaya. Uske gale se ek halki si sargoshi nikli, “Haan…”
Rajat ne dheere-dheere blouse ke hooks khole. Ek-ek karte jaise har button ke saath uski excitement badh rahi thi. Jaise hi last hook khula, uska blouse halka sa khul gaya. Rajat ne uski saree ke pallu ko side kiya, aur ek pal ke liye bas use dekhta raha—uska creamy, soft skin… aur blouse ke andar se nikalta hua cleavage, jo ab uske liye kisi dream se kam nahi tha.
“Tu... kamaal lag rahi hai, Reeti…” usne dheere se kaha.
Phir usne blouse ko pura hata diya, aur Reeti ka bra uske perfectly round boobs ko hold kiye hue tha. Rajat ne haath se uske bra ke straps dheere se slide kiye, aur unhe uske kandhon se gira diya. Jaisi hi uska bra neeche gira, Reeti ke boobs free ho gaye—firm, full, aur tempting. Nipples tight ho chuke the, excitement se khade ho gaye the.
Rajat ne ek pal ke liye unhe dekha, jaise samajh nahi pa raha ho ki kaunse se pehle start kare.
Phir usne jhuk kar, apne honton se ek nipple ko gently chuma… ek soft si kiss jo Reeti ke spine mein jadoo sa bhej gayi. “Aahh…” Reeti ke hoth se nikla, uska haath Rajat ke baalon mein gaya.
Rajat ne us nipple ko apne muh mein le liya… aur suck karna shuru kiya. Dheere-dheere pehle… phir thoda aur intense. Uski tongue nipple ke aas paas ghoomti rahi, kabhi chaat-ta, kabhi halka sa nibble karta.
Dusre haath se usne Reeti ke doosre boob ko pakad rakha tha, gently squeeze karte hue. Reeti ab poori tarah se uski baahon mein pighal chuki thi. Her moans were soft, breathy, and desperate.
“Rajat… please…” uski awaaz mein ek addictive mixture tha—begging aur pleasure ka.
Rajat ne doosra nipple bhi apne lips ke beech le liya, aur usse suck karte hue uske boobs ke upar soft bites diye. Har bite pe Reeti ka body jhatakti thi, lekin uske chehre pe ek addictive smile thi—jaise woh chah rahi ho ki yeh kabhi khatam na ho.





Rajat ka saans bhi ab bhadak chuka tha. Usne Reeti ki kamar ko apne dono haathon se pakda, aur dheere-dheere choomte hue neeche ki taraf badhne laga—uske pet, navel, aur fir uski saree ke pleats tak. Har kiss mein uski tongue thodi der rukti, ghoomti, jaise har inch ka swaad lena chahta ho.
Jab woh uske petticoat tak pahucha, toh usne usse dheere se slide kiya, aur uske neeche pehni hui light pink lacy panty saamne aayi. Panty par ek chhota sa wet patch dikh raha tha—Reeti already fully aroused thi.
Rajat ne ungli se us wet patch ko touch kiya. “Itni geeli ho gayi hai tu... sirf meri chaat se?” usne huskily kaha.
Reeti ka body thoda sa hil gaya, usne aankhen band kar li aur apni kamar halki si uthayi, lekin usne Rajat ko roka nahi. Uska trust aur desire dono ab saath mil chuke the.
Rajat ne uski panty dheere-dheere neeche kheenchni shuru ki… har inch ke saath Reeti ki chut zyada clear hoti gayi. Jab panty pura utar gaya, Rajat ne uski legs ko thoda thoda spread kiya.
Aur phir usne us chut ko dekha—soft, puffy outer lips, neatly trimmed, warm brownish-pink tone, aur bilkul geeli, silky surface. Uske folds thode thode khule hue the, andar se transparent si shine dikh rahi thi, jaise andar ek chhupa hua samundar ho.
Rajat ke muh se nikla, “Fuck… tu toh swarg lag rahi hai yahan neeche…”
Usne pehle apni index finger se uski lips ke beech halka rub kiya. Reeti ka body hil gaya. “Aaaah… Rajat…” uski moan halki si high pitch mein nikal gayi.
Rajat ne uski clit ke aas paas ungli ghoomani shuru ki. Pehle slow circular motion mein… phir thoda pressure ke saath. Reeti ka jism hilne laga, kamar uthne lagi. Uski chut aur zyada wet ho gayi thi—ek garam, musky liquid jo Rajat ki ungliyon pe chipak gaya.
Uske baad Rajat ne apne dono haathon se uske outer lips ko dheere se khola… Reeti ki chut ab fully exposed thi—andar ka pink flesh, glistening with excitement, thoda pulsating… jaise woh bulaa rahi ho.
Aur bina rukhe, Rajat ne apni jeebh us chut mein daal di.
“Aaahhh… Rajattt…” Reeti ne apne hoth daba liye, lekin uska moan control se bahar tha.
Rajat ki jeebh andar tak gayi, phir wapas aayi… phir se gayi. Usne chut ke andar tak taste kiya—ek mixture of sweetness, warmth, and raw lust. Uski jeebh kabhi clit pe jaati, kabhi folds ke andar ghus jaati. Har baar Reeti ki moans aur tez ho jaati.
“Rajat… mujhe… please… aur…” Reeti ne apni kamar uthayi, apne haath uske baalon mein daal diye, uski jeebh ko aur andar kheenchne ki koshish ki.
Rajat ab us chut ka pujaari ban chuka tha—licking, sucking, tasting her like she was his personal goddess of pleasure.




Rajat ab Reeti ki chut ko bilkul bhooke jaise chaat raha tha—jeebh se andar-bahar, kabhi zor se suck, kabhi slow tease. Uski jeebh ki har stroke Reeti ke jism mein ek electric shock jaisa faila raha tha.
Reeti ka control completely chuka tha. Uski kamar upar-niche hil rahi thi, jaise woh apni chut ko Rajat ke muh mein aur zyada ghusaana chahti ho.
“Rajat… aaahhh… ohhh Rajat… main… main ruk nahi paa rahi…”
Reeti ne uske baalon ko kas ke pakad liya aur Rajat ka sir apni chut par zor se daba diya, jaise keh rahi ho—“Don’t you dare stop!”
Rajat ne bhi apni speed aur badha di. Ab uski jeebh andar jaa rahi thi, fir bahar aakar clit ko ghoomti thi… kabhi lips ko suck karta, kabhi tongue se slit ke beech rub karta.
Reeti ne zor se apna mooh dabaya, lekin uske moans ab rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the. Her entire body was shaking, nipples tight, legs trembling, toes curling.
Aur phir—Reeti ka orgasm aaya. Ek dam se. Tufaan jaise.
“Rajaatt… aaahhh… main… cum kar rahi hoon…”
Uski chut se garam, geela liquid nikal gaya—ek gushing release jo uski thighs tak beh gaya. Rajat ne bina rukhe sab kuch chaat ke clean kar diya, jaise woh us moment ka har drop apne andar lena chahta ho.
Reeti seedhe bed par gir gayi, thak ke, relaxed, almost in a trance. Uski saans tez thi, aankhen band, aur chehre pe ek trip ke baad wali muskaan.
Rajat uthi hi raha tha, tabhi knock knock.
“Rajat!” Priya ki awaaz aayi. “Papa ka phone aaya hai… baat kar le zara!”
Rajat ne thoda frustrated expression banaya, lips pe cum ki meetha taste abhi bhi tha.
“Yaar didi bhi na… timing toh dekho,” usne haste hue kaha. “Chalo, mujhe jana hoga.”
Woh dheere se apne kapde theek karta hua bahar nikal gaya.
Reeti bed par padi thi, legs thodi open, saree bikri hui… aankhen half closed. Uska jism abhi bhi orgasm ke aftermath mein tha. Usne aankhen bandh ki aur sochne lagi…
“Usi waqt phone kyun aaya jab main cum ki thi…? Pehle baap ka call, ab beta muh mein… jaisa baap, waisa beta…”
Aur woh cheeky si muskaan ke saath, thak ke leti rahi… still feeling Rajat everywhere on her body.

[Joker44]

Reeti ne aaj kuch alag hi pehna tha—ek deep maroon Western-style saree, sleeveless blouse, backless cut, aur golden border jisme woh divine bhi lag rahi thi, aur dangerously hot bhi.
Uske baal open the, halki breeze mein udte hue… aankhon mein kajal aur lips pe ek soft shade of red. Har kadam pe uski kamar ka lehraav aur blouse se nikalti bare arms kisi ka bhi dhyaan kheench leti.
Aur kisika toh dil sach mein skip ho gaya—Aryan, jo mandir ke pass tha, bas casually aaya tha… par ab uski nazar Reeti pe jam gayi thi.
“Damn… yeh wahi Reeti hai? Yeh toh ab aur bhi jaan lewa lag rahi hai…” Aryan ne socha, aankhon se usse scan karte hue.
Reeti ne uski nazar mehsoos ki… aankh milayi, aur thoda sa ruki. Aryan seedha uske paas aaya.
Aryan: “Reeti… tu toh… tu toh bas kamaal lag rahi hai. Mujhe laga main tujhe bhool gaya hoon, par tu toh…”
Usne nazar uske seene tak le aayi, zubaan se lips lick karte hue. “Bas ek baar mil ja, phir sab yaad aa gaya…”
Reeti ne seedha uski aankhon mein dekha, nazaron mein disgust. Phir THAPPAD—ek zor ka slap Aryan ke chehre pe laga.
Reeti: “Main Shivji ke darshan ke liye aayi hoon, na ki tere jaise besharam ki bakwaas sunne.”
Aryan stunned, cheek red, ego bruised. Logon ne dekha, par Reeti bina ruki aage badh gayi—gracefully, proudly, like a queen.




Mandir ke andar jaake, usne apni chappal utari, aankhen bandh ki aur seedha Shivling ke saamne jaake baith gayi.
Uska saree ka pallu ab shoulder se halka sa gir gaya tha, lekin usne usse sambhal ke dbang kiya, thoda dupatta jaisa bandh kar. Usne kalash uthaya, Shivling par paani chadhaya, aur aankhen band kar dhyaan lagaya.
Uske lips halki si mantra jaap kar rahe the, aur uski aankhon mein ek alag hi shanti thi. Ek waqt tha jab woh kisi aur ke liye yeh vrat karti thi… aur aaj, woh khud apne chune huye pyaar ke liye Shivji ke saamne baithi thi.
“Hey Shivji… ab iss baar jo diya hai, usse mere seene mein hamesha zinda rakhna… Reeti ki zindagi mein ab sirf sachcha pyaar aur sachcha sukoon ho.”

Reeti aarti ke baad ek kone mein jaake apna dupatta theek kar rahi thi. Temple ke soft ghantiyon ki awaaz, dhoop ki khushboo aur havan ki garmahat ne poore mahaul ko divyata se bhar diya tha.
Tabhi… mandir ke gate ke paas se ek parichit aura mehsoos hua. Ek sadhu, safed dhaaran mein, jinki aankhon mein shanti aur chehre pe ek anjaani pehchaan thi—woh wahi sadhu the, jinhone kabhi Garima ko Reeti banaya tha.
Unhone door se Reeti ko pooja karte dekha—uski muskaan, uska shuddh bhaav, aur woh alag si chamak—sab kuch dekh ke unki aankhon mein santosh tha.
Woh ek taraf baith gaye, shaant hokar, jaise kisi phool ko khilta hua dekh rahe ho.
Jaise hi Reeti ne unhe dekha, uska dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne turant aage badhkar unke pair chhuye.
Reeti: "Aap...! Mujhe laga aap kabhi nahi milenge dobara. Thank you, sadhu baba… aapne meri puri zindagi badal di. Aapne mujhe dobara jeene ka ek naya moka diya.”
Sadhu ne muskurate hue haath uske sir par rakhe.
Sadhu: “Beti… kya tu khush hai apne naye jeevan mein?”
Reeti thodi der ke liye ruki… uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si clarity thi.
Reeti: “Main khush hoon, baba. Lekin kuch cheezein chhoot gayi… kuch alvida kehna reh gaya. Meri achanak gayab ho jaane se kai log dukhi hue. Shayad agar main unse Garima ban kar mil sakun… alvida keh sakun… toh main apni nayi zindagi ko bina guilt ke gale laga sakti hoon.”
Sadhu ne gehri si muskaan di, jaise woh sab samajh rahe ho.
Sadhu: “Beti, tu ab samajh gayi hai jeevan ka satya. Toh sun—jo vardan main tujhe diya tha, main usmein ek aur rahmat jodta hoon…”
“Har poornima ki raat, jab tu chahe… so kar Garima ban ja. Sirf usi raat ke liye. Jab dobara subah hote hi tu soegi… tu phir se Reeti ban jayegi.”
Reeti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye—khushi ke, samarpan ke, aur ek naye adhyaay ke shubh aaghaaz ke.
Reeti: “Aap sach mein mujhe itni azadi de rahe ho…?”
Sadhu ne sir haan mein hilaya. “Teri kismat teri samajh se badi hai, beti. Jo log do janam mein pyaar dhoondhte hain, tu unka pyaar ek hi janam mein do roop mein jee rahi hai.”

Reeti (halki awaaz mein):
“Baba… ek sawaal puchun?”
Sadhu (muskurate hue):
“Mann mein jo ho, bina dare puchh daal, beti.”
Reeti ne thoda sa pal liya, phir aankhen jhuka ke bola…
Reeti:
“Main jo kar rahi hoon… Rajat ke saath… kya woh galat hai?”
“Woh mera beta hai… par ab mujhe pyaar karta hai… aur main bhi uske pyaar mein jee rahi hoon.”
“Main Garima thi, uski maa… lekin aaj main Reeti hoon. Uski saathi, uska pyaar. Kya main paap kar rahi hoon, Baba?”
Ek gehri khamoshi chhayi rahi kuch palon tak. Sadhu ne Reeti ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein guilt tha, prem tha, aur woh ek sach jise duniya samajh nahi sakti.
Sadhu (sant bhaav se):
“Jab tum Garima thi, tumne apne kartavya nibhaye—maa banke, patni banke, samarpan se jeeye. Jab tum Reeti bani, tumhe ek nayi zindagi mili, jisme tumne kisi ko dard nahi diya… balki pyaar diya, apnapan diya.”
“Yeh shareer ka bandhan nahi, mann aur atma ka bandhan hai. Rajat ka prem tumhari rooh se hua hai—na ki sirf naam se, na rishtedari se.”
Reeti (aankhon mein aansu):
“Lekin baba… woh sach nahi jaanta… agar jaane toh toot jaayega.”
Sadhu ne uska haath pakda. “Tab tak sach mat bata… jab tak woh us sach ko apnane ki samajh na paa le. Tumhara prem pavitra hai, lekin duniya ke nazar mein paap ban jaayega.”
“Prem ka mool paap nahi hota… lekin uska galat samay, galat sach, kisi ki duniya ujaad sakta hai.”
Reeti ne apna sar sadhu ke charan pe rakh diya. Aaj use sukoon mila tha—pehli baar kisi ne uske pyaar ko samjha tha, bina judge kiye.
Sadhu (aakhri line mein):
“Tum dono ki kismet mein ek saath rehna likha hai… ab yeh tumhare vivek par hai ki tum kis roop mein jeena chahti ho.”

Reeti ne apni aankhen band ki… aur mann mein ek sankalp liya: Ek baar Garima ban ke, sabse milungi, alvida kahungi… aur phir apne naye jeevan ko puri tarah apnaungi.

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Mandir ke baad, shaam ka waqt. Reeti—ab soch mein doobi hui.
Usne aaj jo suna, jo paaya… uska asar uske chehre pe clearly dikh raha tha. Sadhu baba ka naya vardan uske mann mein ek storm jaisa chal raha tha.
Apne kamre mein aayi, saree utar ke normal kapdon mein aayi… lekin uska dimaag abhi bhi Garima banne ke khayalon mein tha.
"Ab main apne roop mein sabse mil sakti hoon... maa, chachi, padosan, college ki dost... sabse ek baar alvida keh sakti hoon. Par... Rajat?"
Yahi ek soch uske dil mein bhanwar ban gayi thi.
"Agar Rajat ko pata chal gaya ki Reeti hi Garima thi... uski maa... toh? Woh tut jaayega. Main uski duniya hoon ab. Uski mohabbat... uska pyaar."
Uske haath mein wohi diamond ring thi jo Rajat ne di thi… usne use dekha, aur ek halki si muskaan uske lips pe aayi.
“Main khush hoon. Mujhe sach mein khushi mili hai… lekin yeh vardan tricky hai. Mujhe kisi se baat karni padegi… 



Kitchen mae - Reeti aati hai—thodi serious si.
Reeti: “Priya… tu free hai abhi?”
Priya: (hans kar) “Haan re, kya hua? Lag raha hai kisi deep thought mein ho…”
Reeti: “Priya… agar tu apni purani zindagi mein ek baar wapas jaa sakti, sirf ek raat ke liye… sabse alvida kehne, kuch adhure pal poore karne ke liye… toh kya karti?”
Priya thoda surprised hoti hai. “Reeti… kya tu… phir se Garima ban sakti hai?”
Reeti sir jhuka ke haan mein hilati hai. “Har poornima ko… sirf raat bhar. Subah so jaungi toh wapas Reeti.”
Priya (shock + emotion): “Yeh toh… kamaal hai. Par Rajat…?”
Reeti (guilt se): “Bas wahi darr hai. Main use batana nahi chahti. Uska pyaar, uska bharosa… sab toot jaayega. Aur main bhi toot jaungi. Mujhe usse bachana hai.”
Priya ne Reeti ka haath pakda. “Tu jo bhi karegi, main tere saath hoon. Bas dhyaan rakh… kisi ko shak na ho. Aur agar tu kabhi Garima ban ke jaaye… toh pehle mujhe bata de. Main cover kar loongi.”
Reeti ki aankhon mein aasoon the—par is baar woh dard ke nahi, gratitude ke the.
Reeti: “Tu meri beti hi nahi… meri guardian angel hai, Priya.”
Priya ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aur tu meri thodi zyada young wali maa ban chuki hai… thoda awkward hai, but full filmi hai!”
Dono hans padein… par unke beech ek nayi samajhdaari, ek nayi journey shuru ho chuki thi.


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[Nisat]

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[Waseem990]

Best story  clp);

[dramasingh]

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[Ravi1991]

Superb.

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[Joker44]

Reeti poore din se ek ajeeb si excitement aur bechaini mehsoos kar rahi thi. Agle din poornima thi—woh raat jiski usne kalpana bhi nahi ki thi. Sadhu baba ke vachan uske dimaag mein goonj rahe the: “Har poornima ki raat, jab tum chaaho, tum phir se Garima ban sakti ho.”
Woh soch rahi thi, kya main sach mein wapas ban jaaungi? Kya woh meri purani aatma wapas jaag uthegi? Ya yeh sirf ek bharm hai?
college mein uska dhyan bilkul nahi tha. Class mein teacher kuch samjha raha tha, lekin uske dimaag mein sirf ek sawal tha—agar main Garima ban gayi, toh kya Rajat mujhe pehchaan lega? Ya door ho jaayega?
Lunch break mein uski friends chill kar rahi thi, gossip, reels, aur chips mein busy thi, lekin Reeti apni desk pe sirf ek jagah ko ghoorti rahi. Uska pen uske haath mein tha, lekin notebook bilkul khaali. Usne ek baar aankhon ke kone se dekha—teacher usi ko dekh raha tha. Usne turant sir hilakar dikhaya jaise sab samajh rahi ho… lekin andar se woh toofaan mein thi.
Shaam hote hi, ghar aate hi, usne seedha apne room ka rukh kiya. Naina ne poocha, “Kya hua Reeti? Aaj badi chup si hai.”
Reeti ne ek halki si muskaan di, “Bas Didi… college ka kaam zyada hai. Aaj raat padhai mein busy rahungi. Please disturb mat karna.”
Naina ne uska chehra dekha—kuch toh alag tha, lekin poocha nahi. “Thik hai, par dinner toh kar le,” usne kaha.
Reeti ne sirf itna kaha, “Nahi Didi… baad mein le loongi.”
Apne kamre mein jaate hi usne darwaza band kiya, curtains kheech diye, aur lights bujha di. Sirf chandni uske chehre par pad rahi thi. Usne apna phone uthaya…
Aur Rajat ko message kiya:
“Aaj main tere saath nahi ho paungi. Mujhe college ka kaam hai. Please disturb mat karna. Kal milte hain.”
Typing karte waqt uske haath kaanp rahe the. Send dabate hi, uska dil tez dhadakne laga.
Kuch hi der mein Rajat ka reply aaya:
“Oh… okay. I was really hoping to see you today. But no worries. Focus on your work. Miss you.”
Uska dil do tukdon mein baat gaya—ek hisa Rajat ke paas jaana chahta tha, doosra uss raaz ki taraf jahan uski purani pehchaan, uska sach, uska Garima hona chhupa tha.
Usne phone rakha, ek gehri saans li, aur khud se kaha:
“Aaj raat... ya toh main apne aap ko dobara paaungi... ya sab kuch hamesha ke liye badal jaayega.”


Raat badhti gayi. Chand aasman mein poore shauk se chamak raha tha—jaise usse bhi pata ho aaj kuch alag hone waala hai. Reeti apne room mein akeli thi, lekin aisa lag raha tha jaise har kona, har cheez uska intezaar kar rahi ho.
Usne apna dupatta khola, dressing table ke saamne baith gayi. Mirror mein apna chehra dekha—woh chehra jo abhi sixteen ka tha, lekin aankhon mein… chaalis saal ka dard, pyaar, aur jeevan bhara tha.
Usne aankh band ki… aur man mein us sadhu ke vachan gungunaye.
“Jab tum poornima ki raat, apni poori shraddha se is badlaav ko sweekar karogi… tum fir se Garima ban jaaogi.”
Usne apne haath mein chhoti si rudraksha ki mala uthayi, jo sadhu ne diya tha. Uski anguliyan tharthara rahi thi.
“Shiv Shambho… mujhe marg dikhaao,” usne dheere se kaha.
Chand ki roshni uske mukh par pad rahi thi. Hawa thodi thandi ho gayi thi. Usne aankh band ki… aur dhyaan laga diya. Har saans mein woh apne purane roop ko yaad karne lagi—maa hone ka ehsaas, apne pati ki seva, mandir mein diya jalana, Rajat ko chhoti si ungli pakad kar college bhejna…
Aur phir… kuch hua.
Ek halki si jhilmil roshni uske aas-paas chhayi. Jaise kamra kisi aur duniya mein ghus gaya ho. Uski saans tez ho gayi, lekin woh dar nahi rahi thi. Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha, jaise koi darwaza khul raha ho uske andar.
Phir… ek baar mein, jaise koi purani yaadon ka samandar toot kar us par chhup gaya ho.
Uska chehra mirror mein badalne laga. Pehle uski aankhen—aur gahri ho gayi. Phir uska chehra—zyada matured, lekin abhi bhi wohi shanti.
Uske haath, ungliyan—ek grown woman ke jaise. Aur tab… usne dekha…
Garima wapas aa gayi thi.
Mirror mein khud ko dekh kar uski aankhon se aansu nikal gaye. “Main wapas aa gayi… ek raat ke liye hi sahi… lekin yeh main hoon. Puri tarah se.”
Usne haath joda, mandir ke taraf dekha, aur shukriya kiya.
“Mere Shiv… aapne mujhe ek baar phir jeevan diya.”
Lekin saath hi… ek aur soch uske dimaag mein aayi—
Ab main Rajat se milne jaaun? Ya yeh raat apne aap ke saath bitaoon?
Woh mujhe Garima ke roop mein dekhega… kya pehchaan lega? Ya uska pyaar sirf Reeti ke liye tha?
Dil mein jazbaat ka tufaan tha. Aankhon mein chandni, chehre par wohi purani Garima ki muskaan… 

Reeti—nahi, Garima—abhi bhi mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Usne apne lambe, gehre kaale baalon ko upar baandha, jaise woh kabhi baandhti thi gaav mein, jab pooja ke liye tayyar hoti thi. Haar cheez waapas aa gayi thi—uski aankhon ka noor, uske chehre ki garima, aur uske haathon ki mamta bhari lakeerein.
Mirror mein woh apni aankhon mein jhaanki.
“Yeh main hoon… Garima. Rajat ki maa.”
Kamre mein ek thand si thi. Sirf chandni aur khamoshi uske saath thi.
Woh dheere se whisper karti hai, “Iss kamre mein ab Reeti nahi… Rajat ki maa hai.”
Aur phir… uske dil mein ek aisa thought aaya jo uska saans lena mushkil kar gaya.
Kya Rajat mujhe is roop mein accept karega?
Woh ladka jo usse itna pyar karta hai, jise usne sirf ek jawaan ladki ke roop mein jaana hai…
Kya woh samajh payega ki uski Reeti… uski maa hai?
Woh toh soch chuki thi ki yeh raaz kabhi nahi khulega. Ki woh hamesha Reeti ban kar jeeyegi.
Ek nayi ladki, ek nayi zindagi, ek naya pyaar.
Lekin ab… uske paas yeh vardaan tha.
Har poornima ko woh ek raat ke liye Garima ban sakti thi.
Lekin yeh vardaan bhi ek paheli ban gaya tha.
“Main har mahine ek baar sach ban jaaungi… aur baaki ke din jhoot mein rahungi?”
“Kya yeh galat hai? Kya yeh paap hai?”
Usne aankhon se aansu pochhe. Phir dheere se whisper kiya,
“Main apni purani zindagi mein laut nahi sakti. Aur sach kahun toh… ab lautna chahti bhi nahi.”
Reeti ki zindagi mein Rajat ka pyaar tha. Woh izzat, woh chahat, woh junoon… jo Garima ke roop mein kabhi usse mila hi nahi.
“Ab main sirf maa nahi hoon. Main ek aurat bhi hoon. Aur mujhe Rajat se pyar hai. Main uski patni banna chahti hoon.”
Lekin phir… woh darr wapas aaya.
“Kya main use yeh sab bataa doon? Ya yeh vardaan bhool kar hamesha Reeti hi bani rahoon?”
Woh confusion uske dil mein chingari ki tarah jal raha tha.
Usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha ek baar phir—chehra usi Garima ka tha jise Rajat ne bachpan mein ‘Maa’ keh kar pukara tha.
Lekin ab woh Garima sirf maa nahi thi.
Woh ek nayi aurat thi.
Ek pyaar mein doobi, ek raaz mein jeeti…
Woh Reeti bhi thi.
Aur woh Garima bhi.
Ek saans mein usne aankhen band ki.
Aur dil se poocha—“Sach kab tak chhupega?”
Kya Reeti ab is raaz ke saath jeeti rahegi? Ya kisi poornima ki raat… woh Rajat ko sach batane ka faisla karegi?
Kya likhein agla—Rajat us raat uske kamre ke bahar aa jaata hai? Ya next day jab woh phir se Reeti ban jaati hai, tab Rajat kuch mehsoos karta hai aur sawal uthata hai?



Rajat ne clock ki taraf dekha—raat ke 11 baj rahe the. Uske liye yeh ajeeb tha. Reeti kabhi aise chup-chap nahi hoti thi. Aaj poore din usne baat bhi kam ki, aur ab... bina good night kahe apne room mein band ho gayi thi.
Woh utha, slippers pehne, aur uske kamre ke saamne jaake dheere se knock kiya.
“Reeti?”
Koi jawaab nahi aaya.
Usne dubara knock kiya, is baar thoda zor se.
“Reeti, tu thik hai na? Darwaza khol.”
Andar, Garima—jo ab poori tarah se apne purane roop mein thi—mirror ke saamne khadi, aankhen bhari hui thi. Rajat ki awaaz sunkar uske pair kaanp gaye.
“Nahi… abhi nahi… abhi woh mujhe aise nahi dekh sakta,” usne socha, piche hat gayi.
Rajat ab thoda pareshan hone laga. Usne phone uthaya aur call kiya.
Andar phone baj raha tha, lekin Garima ne uthaya nahi.
“Reeti, bol toh sahi! Agar tu bimaar hai ya kuch hua hai, main darwaza tod dunga,” Rajat ki awaaz mein chinta thi.
Andar, Garima ne aankhen band ki aur andar hi andar prarthana ki—“Hey Shiv… is raat ko nikal jaane do. Mujhe is sach se bacha lo.”
Usne saans andar kheench kar, ek baar chilla kar kaha, “Main thik hoon, Rajat! Bas mujhe akele rehna hai. Kal milti hoon, please.”
Rajat ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Uske chehre par confusion tha… par woh Reeti ki awaaz mein kuch alag mehsoos kar raha tha—woh jo pehle kabhi nahi tha. Ek thakan, ek ghabrahat, jaise woh kuch chhupa rahi ho.
Lekin woh zyada press nahi kar saka. Usne sirf halki si awaaz mein kaha:
“Thik hai. Jaise tu chahe. Good night, Reeti.”
Aur woh wapas chala gaya. Dheere se chal kar apne room mein. Dil thoda bhari tha… aankhon mein thoda sa doubt.
Garima ne andar se uske kadmon ki awaaz suni jaise woh jaa raha ho. Usne chair ko pakad kar saans li.
“Ek raat aur… phir main fir se Reeti ban jaungi. Par main kab tak yeh jhooth jeeti rahungi?”
Usne darwaza ki taraf dekha—aur dil se kaha, “Tu mere paas aaya tha, Rajat. Aur main tujhe roke bina bhi rokti rahi. Maaf karna.”

Subah ki pehli roshni jab khidki se chhanni, to kamre mein ek narmi si chhayi thi. Chand ki jagah ab sooraj tha, aur raat ka jaadu ab dhundhla raha tha.

Garima—ab fir se Reeti—bed par soti hui thi. Uska chehra shaant tha, lekin aankhen band hone ke baad bhi, uske sapnon mein ek alag hi ladai chal rahi thi.
Achanak uski aankhen khuli.
Ek gehri saans li.
Haath apne gaal par le jaake mehsoos kiya—fir se woh jawaan komal chehra.
Woh uthkar mirror ke saamne gayi. Dheere se apna chehra dekha. Haan… woh phir se Reeti ban gayi thi.
“Laut aayi…” usne dheere se kaha, almost whisper mein.
Wahi lambe baal, wahi sixteen-year-old ladki ka roop, lekin aankhon mein ab ek raat ka bhar tha—ek aisi raat jisme usne apne aap ko dobara paaya… aur dobara khona bhi pada.
Thodi der baad, woh breakfast table par gayi jahan Naina coffee bana rahi thi.
Naina (casually, but with a teasing smile):
“Aaj toh bade fresh lag rahi ho, madam. Homework done, ya full moon ne magic kar diya?”
Reeti ruki, usne ek lamba sip liya paani ka, phir dheere se kaha:
“Didi… woh raat… main Garima ban gayi thi.”
Naina ka haath ruk gaya, coffee stirrer hawa mein freeze ho gaya.
“Tu… tu sach mein…?”
Reeti ne sir hilaaya. “Haan. Pura roop. Aankhon se leke awaaz tak. Main thi… par main woh bhi thi. Aur woh raat…”
Usne aankhen jhuka li. “Main us raat Rajat se milne nahi gayi. Usne darwaza khatkhataya. Mujhe bulaya. Lekin main… main darr gayi.”
Naina (softly):
“Woh samajhta kuch…?”
Reeti:
“Usne sirf meri awaaz suni. Lekin keh raha tha… meri awaaz mein kuch tha. Kuch… zyada jaan-pehchaan si.”
Usne aankhon mein aankhon daali Naina ke.
“Didi… usne kaha meri awaaz Reeti ki thi, par usme ek aur pehchaani hui aawaz chhupi thi. Jaise bachpan ki yaadon se jhank rahi ho.”
Naina ab serious ho gayi thi.
“Matlab… uska doubt jag raha hai?”
Reeti ne sir hilaaya.
“Thoda. Par poora nahi. Woh confuse hai. Main dekh sakti hoon uski aankhon mein—jaise uska dil kuch keh raha hai, aur dimaag kuch aur.”
Naina ne deep breath liya.
“Tu kya chahti hai, Reeti? Yeh sach kab tak chhupaayegi?”
Reeti chup ho gayi. Phir dheere se kaha,
“Main chahti hoon ki woh mujhe aise hi chahe… jaise ab chahta hai. Par… kab tak? Har poornima ko main badal jaungi. Har baar sach mere andar se cheekhega.”
Naina uske paas aayi, uska haath pakda.
“Tu chahe bhabhi ho, maa ho, ya behen—main tere saath hoon. Bas ek baat yaad rakh—Rajat tujhe dil se chahta hai. Usse sach chubhega… lekin pyaar bacha lega.”
Tabhi… peeche se ek awaaz aayi.
“Good morning, girls.”
Rajat hall mein aa gaya tha—hair messy, eyes thodi si neend se bhari.
Usne Reeti ki taraf dekha, zyada dekh liya.
Kuch tha uski aankhon mein.
Jaise woh usse jaan ne laga ho. Jaise kuch yaad karne ki koshish kar raha ho.
“Kal raat… teri awaaz mein kuch alag tha, Reeti,” usne casually kaha, lekin aankhen search kar rahi thi.
Reeti ek pal ke liye ruki.
Usne bas muskaan di.
“Bas thoda homework stress tha… kuch nahi.”
Par andar se… uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
“Woh pehchan raha hai mujhe. Dheere-dheere. Aur jab sach saamne aayega… kya woh mujhe wapas gale lagaayega?”
Want to pick up with Rajat getting more suspicious—or maybe a flashback of what he [i]sensed behind that locked door? Or maybe next poornima he follows her secretly[/i]

Jaise hi Rajat coffee leke hall se bahar gaya, dono behne—ya kehna chahiye, didi aur bhabhi/maa/jawan behen in spiritual disguise—phir se ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar thoda muskaraayi.

Naina ne ek mischievous smile phenka aur apni adaa mein bola,
“Waise Reeti… agar kabhi Rajat ne tujhe Garima ke roop mein dekh liya aur phir bhi accept kar liya…”
Woh thoda jhuki, cup ke rim pe haath ghumaate hue bola,
“…to kya tu Garima banke uske saath… soegi?”
Reeti ka muh turant ek laal gulab ki tarah rang gaya. Uska spoon haath se girte girte bacha.
“Didi! Kya bol rahi hai tu? Pata hai na tu…!”
Naina hassi se hil gayi,
“Arre kya? Main toh bas hypothetically poochh rahi hoon. Itna toh allowed hai na is naye ‘rishtedar system’ mein.”
Uski aankhon mein woh typical badi behen waali mazaak bhari thi.
Reeti ne aankhen chhoti karke, nakhre se kaha,
“Main kabhi… kabhi bhi Garima ke roop mein Rajat ke paas nahi jaaungi. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye.”
Thoda gusse mein thi, lekin uski awaaz mein ek dar bhi chhupa tha.
“Garima uski maa thi, Didi. Woh rishta kabhi nahi tut sakta. Jo bhi hoga… sirf Reeti ke roop mein hoga. Main kisi aur roop mein usse pyar nahi kar sakti.”
Naina thoda serious ho gayi. Usne sir hilaaya,
“Theek hai. Tu jaise chahe. Main toh bas… chhed rahi thi.”
Lekin jab baat khatam ho gayi, aur dono apne breakfast mein lag gayi, tab bhi Reeti ke dimaag mein ek soch baar-baar ghoom rahi thi.
“Lekin agar Rajat… khud chahe… Garima ko…?”
Woh soch darr mein lapet ke aayi thi. Jaise kisi ne seedha uske dil ke sabse nazuk kone ko choo liya ho.
Kya hoga agar kisi poornima ki raat… Rajat aankh milaye… aur kahe:
“Main jaanta hoon tu kaun hai.
Aur mujhe tu dono roop mein chahiye.”
Reeti ne apne spoon ko plate mein rakh diya. Ek thandi si hawa uske raagon mein daud gayi.
Usne dil mein kaha—“Woh din kabhi na aaye… ya agar aaye… toh main taiyaar hoon?”





Shaam ke waqt, jab Mumbai ki traffic apna usual madness macha rahi thi aur ghar ke andar ek shaant si routine chal rahi thi, tabhi Reeti ka phone baja. Display pe naam tha—“Baba”
(jo kabhi uske pati the, aur ab Rajat ke father).
Reeti ne turant speaker on kiya, aur Naina bhi paas aa gayi. Rajat aur Rohan dono nearby hi sofa pe baith kar snacks khaa rahe the, casually chatting.
Phone pick karte hi, us taraf se ek warm si awaaz aayi:
“Namaste, beta. Main soch raha tha… ab shaadi ki date fix kar dete hain.”
Reeti ne thoda surprise hokar bola, “Aap… abhi se?”
Baba ne halka hansa,
“Haan, panchang ke mutabik May 27 ek shubh din hai. Pure din mein shaadi ke yog ban rahe hain. Bas tum log tayari shuru karo. Dresses, card, shopping sab.”
Naina turant excited ho gayi:
“Baba! That’s amazing! May 27 matlab roughly 2.5 mahine bache hain. Bohot time hai sab perfect karne ke liye!”
Baba ne kaha,
“Main toh keh raha hoon 15 din pehle tum log gaav aa jao. Rituals, haldi, mehendi, pooja sab karna hai. Aur pre-wedding shoot bhi wahin kar lena, kheton ke beech… wahi asli magic.”
Call cut hone ke baad ek second ke liye sab chup ho gaye—yeh ho raha tha. Actual shaadi. Real deal.
Rohan ne cheerfully kaha,
“Toh bhai, ab toh shopping begin ho gayi! Naina, tu toh list ready rakh na. Main kabhi apni shaadi mein bhi itna involved nahi tha jitna ab hone waali saali ki mein hoon!”
Reeti thoda blush kar gayi, Rajat ki taraf dekha. Rajat ne haath pakad ke kaha:
“May 27… locked. And don’t worry, main sab karwaunga—dresses, shoot, rituals—bas tu mere saath rehna.”
Naina ne playful tone mein bola:
“Toh chalo girls… kal se bridal shopping mode on! And also—let’s book a pre-wedding photographer. Mujhe chahiye full cinematic drama. Reeti ko mustard field mein duppatta udaate hue Rajat ki taraf bhaagte hue!”
Reeti ne aankhen gol karke kaha:
“Didi! Please, mujhe K3G ka kareena mat banana!”
Rohan ne hansi chhupaate hue kaha:
“K3G? Nahi nahi… hum toh Pushpa meets DDLJ style shoot plan karenge. Rustic with swag.”
Sab hans padhe.
Lekin un sab ke beech… Reeti ke dil mein ek aur soch chal rahi thi—
“Shaadi toh Reeti ki ho rahi hai… par agar kabhi sach saamne aa gaya… toh kya Garima ka raaz yeh rishte ko tod dega?”
Par abhi ke liye… excitement zyada tha, dar thoda kam.

Next morning ka vibe wedding mode ON tha. Ghar ka har kona ek silent excitement se bhara hua tha—like even the walls knew something shaadiwala was coming. Naina ne ek whiteboard nikaala (jo pehle kisi diet plan ke liye liya tha, par fail ho gaya), aur uspe likhna shuru kiya:
"MISSION SHAADI: May 27"
✔ Bridal Lehenga
✔ Outfits for rituals (Haldi, Mehendi, Sangeet, Shaadi, Reception)
✔ Groom's outfits
✔ Family coordination dresses (because Instagram pe sab match hona chahiye)
✔ Photographer/Cinematographer
✔ Pre-wedding shoot theme, locations
✔ Jewelry trial + booking
✔ Makeup artist consultation
✔ Decor moodboard & props (flower chadar, lights, fairy tale tree etc.)
Rajat aur Rohan waha khade the, coffee leke, dekh rahe the jaise kisi war planning meeting ka part ho.
Rajat (with a grin):
“Bhai yeh ladkiyaan shaadi se zyada Google Sheets ke liye excited hoti hain.”
Naina (deadpan):
“Shaadi ek baar hoti hai. Instagram photos hamesha ke liye rehti hain.”
Rohan ne haath utha ke kaha,
“Main photographer shortlist kar raha hoon. Ek ladka hai jo drone shots se bara master hai—Pushkar mein shoot kiya tha last month. Reeti, Rajat—tum dono ke liye perfect hai.”
Rajat ne thumbs up diya, par uski nazar Reeti pe thi—jo kuch bol toh nahi rahi thi, par aankhon mein excitement tha, aur kahin na kahin ek chhupi si tension bhi.

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Saturday: Bridal Lehenga Shopping Day
Dilli Haat-style designer studio mein jab Reeti, Naina aur Rajat gaye, toh sales staff ne bas ek baar Reeti ko dekha aur bola:
“Aap toh dulhan ho na? Bas. Ab toh humara mission hai aapke liye woh lehenga dhoondhna.”
Pehla lehenga—classic red, heavy zari, cancan ke saath 12 kg ka drama.
Reeti mirror ke saamne aayi, aur sab ruke.
Naina (excited):
“OMG tu toh straight out of a Sanjay Leela Bhansali film lag rahi hai!”
Rajat ne aankhon se usse pura absorb kiya, lekin bola:
“Nice... but thoda zyada royal hai. Reeti ki vibe thodi aur earthy, subtle hai.”
Doosra—powder pink with mirror work. Light, dreamy.
Reeti ghoomti hai trial room se nikal kar aur dupatta adjust karte hue boli:
“Ye wala thoda main hoon.”
Rohan ne phone uthaaya:
“Click! Yeh Instagram story pe jaa raha hai.”
Phir aaya ek deep wine color lehenga, thoda off-beat, thoda mysterious—jaise ek raaz chhupa ho jisme pyaar bhi ho aur pehchaan bhi.
Reeti ne usse pehna… aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi.
Kuch pal ke liye sab chup ho gaye.
Rajat usse dekhta raha—aur uske dimaag mein woh kal raat ki awaaz, woh doosri pehchaan fir se goonj gayi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Iss wale mein tu... alag lag rahi hai.”
Reeti (mild panic chhupate hue):
“Achha lag raha hai ya... ajeeb?”
Rajat thoda close aaya, aur bola:
“Achha. Bas... jaise main tujhe pehle kahin dekh chuka hoon.”
Reeti ne aankhen jhuka li. Dil andar se goonj raha tha:
“Woh ‘kahin’... main hi thi, Rajat.”




Designer studio mein thoda soft instrumental music baj raha tha, staff thak gaye the lekin dulhan toh abhi full energy mode mein thi. Reeti ne finally woh lehenga pehna jisme sab kuch perfect lag raha tha—color, fit, vibe… aur haan, reaction factor.
Lehenga tha deep maroon velvet base with antique gold embroidery—fitted blouse with a sweetheart neckline jo uski collarbone ko softly frame karta tha, and just the right amount of skin that hinted at her confidence, not just beauty.
Jaise hi woh trial room se bahar aayi, Rajat—jo pehle thoda chill tha—straightened up jaise kisi ne uske senses ko jhatka diya ho.
Uski aankhen bas ek second ke liye Reeti ke chehre pe rukin…
Phir dheere-dheere neeche utarne lagi—uske sharp neckline pe… phir us blouse ke neeche jo barely met her waistline… jahan se uski soft neval peek kar rahi thi…
And finally us lehenga ke intricate doriyon tak jo uske hips ke paas bandh rakha tha.
Uski aankhon mein voh gentle lust tha—admiration wrapped in desire.
Reeti thoda ghoomti hai, dupatta ko ek shoulder pe rakhti hai, aur Rajat ke reactions ko clearly notice karti hai.
Rajat (thoda husky voice mein):
“Tum... is lehenga mein nahi ho, yeh lehenga tum mein hai. Like, it's jealous of your skin.”
Reeti blush karti hai, lekin uska confidence ab peak pe tha.
“Acha? Toh main kya karoon, warning label pehnu? ‘Caution: may cause distractions.’”
Rajat thoda close aaya, uske ear ke paas whisper kiya,
“You already are. I haven’t blinked in two minutes.”
Reeti ki aankhon mein woh soft sparkle tha—jo ek nayi dulhan mein hota hai, lekin uske dil ke kone mein ek yaad bhi thak-thak kar rahi thi…
Uski pehli shaadi.
Wo bhi ek simple red saree mein hui thi… no trials, no cameras, no compliments. Bas rituals, expectations, aur ek samarpan.
Lekin aaj?
Aaj uske har curve ko celebrate kiya ja raha tha. Har look mein sirf ek aurat nahi… ek khud ki chuni hui dulhan thi.
Usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha.
“Pehli baar lag raha hai… main sach mein kisi ki dulhan ban rahi hoon. Aur is baar… yeh mere pyaar ki shaadi hai.”
Tabhi Naina cheekhti hai,
“Bhai, final confirmation chahiye—yeh lehenga DONE hai na?”
Rajat ne bina aankhen hilaaye kaha:
“If she doesn’t wear this, I’m cancelling the wedding.”
Reeti hansi se hil gayi. Phir aankh maar ke boli,
“Fine. Deal done. Is lehenga mein main sirf Rajat ki dulhan hoon… kisi aur ki maa nahi.”
Inside, though... ek soft thought still whisper kar raha tha:
“Lekin agar woh sach jaan gaya… kya woh mujhe is roop mein bhi itna hi chahega?”

[Joker44]

Raat ka waqt tha, aur Mumbai ke shor-sharabe se door, unke apartment ka ek hissa intimacy aur emotional connection se bhar gaya tha.
Rajat apne room mein tha, lights dim thi, sirf balcony se aati chandni uske chehre par padh rahi thi. Tabhi darwaza khula—Reeti, bridal shopping ke baad ek nayi energy mein, usi glow ke saath jo ek hone waali dulhan ke chehre pe hoti hai.
Usne white cotton ka ek soft nightwear pehna tha—simple, lekin uska chehra, uski aankhen… unmein woh raat ka hungama tha. Jaise poori shaadi uski aankhon ke sheeshe mein ghoom rahi ho.
Woh bed par aayi, aur Rajat ki taraf dheere se jhuki. Uska haath uske cheek ko chhua—slow, teasing. Rajat ne uska haath pakda aur apni taraf kheench liya.
Unke beech dooriyan toh pehle hi pighal chuki thi, lekin aaj kuch aur tha. Khaas. Real. Jaise dono mehsoos kar rahe ho ki kuch bada aane waala hai.
Reeti ne uska chehra pakda… aur kiss karna shuru kiya. Pehle soft… phir deep… moan se bhari hui…
Uske haathon ne Rajat ke baalon mein uljhan dhoondi, aur Rajat ne apne haathon se uski kamar ko, phir dheere se uske breasts ko pakda… exploring, feeling, adoring.
Uski moaning uski breathing se tez thi. Lips still moving on his, she gasped his name,
“Rajat…”
Rajat uske neck tak aaya, phir collarbone, phir dheere se blouse ka strap neeche khisakane laga…
Tabhi Reeti ne uska haath pakda, thoda sa roki. Aankhon mein desire bhi tha, aur decision bhi.
“Ruko… not now.”
She was breathless, but firm.
“Naina aur Rohan jaag rahe hain… aur… mujhe woh moment chahiye. Jab sab kuch perfect ho.”
Rajat ruka. Usne ek deep breath li, aur uske lips pe ek soft smile aayi.
“Jaise tu chahe. Main toh har moment ko perfect banane ke mood mein hoon.”
Woh uske balon se khelta raha, aur bola,
“By the way… tu us lehenga mein heavenly lag rahi thi. Lekin sach bataun? Har dress jo aaj tu try kar rahi thi, mujhe lag raha tha main fashion show nahi… apne sapne dekh raha hoon.”
Reeti hansi.
“Sapne? Woh bhi neval tak focused wale?” she teased.
Rajat ne aankh maar ke bola,
“Arey main toh har dori, har dupatta placement ka fan ho gaya hoon. Par ek aur baat…”
Reeti curious ho gayi:
“Aur kya?”
Rajat leaned in close, uske ear ke paas whisper kiya:
“Next week pre-wedding shoot hai na? Tere liye ek bada surprise plan kiya hai.”
Reeti ka dil ek second ke liye ruk gaya. She leaned back, narrowed her eyes:
“Bata bhi de!”
Rajat (grinning):
“Nope. Surprise ka taste tabhi aata hai jab woh time pe mile. Bas tayyar rehna. Aur apna best smile le aana… ya thoda blush bhi chalega.”
Reeti ne pillow uthake uspe fake maarne ka try kiya,
“Tum impossible ho.”
Aur woh raat… kisson, laughter aur dil ki dhadkanon ke beech pighalti gayi.




Rajat ne Reeti ko softly bed par lita diya, uski body ke upar jhuk kar, aankhon se aankhon mein doob gaya. Room mein sirf unki saanson ki garmi thi aur Reeti ke lips se nikalti soft, breathy moans.
Rajat ka haath dheere se uski inner thighs par gaya, unhe rub karte hue woh uski panties tak pohcha. Fingers se ek baar halki si stroke di — cotton ke neeche se uski soaked heat mehsoos hui.
"Damn, you're already so wet," usne husky voice mein kaha, ek teasing smile ke saath. Reeti ne aankhen band karke apni kamar thodi upar uthayi, jaise khud uske haath ko aur andar bula rahi ho.
Rajat ne uski panty ko dheere se slide kiya — uski soft skin ko touch karte hue neeche khiska diya. Wetness already uske thighs tak spread ho rahi thi. Usne apni index finger se uski slit ko gently trace kiya — ek slick sound nikli, jaise finger honey mein dip ho gayi ho.
"Shhhlick..."
Ek aur stroke.
"Ssschlick…sshhhlick…"
Room mein woh wet, sticky sound goonj uthi, moans ke saath blend hoke ek alag hi rhythm create kar rahi thi.
Reeti ne apne pair thode aur wide kare, breath ab heavy ho chuki thi. Rajat ne middle finger slide kar di andar — poori tarah. Reeti ka body jhatka le gaya.
"Ahh—Rajat…"
Uska moan lambi saans ke saath nikla, haathon se bedsheet kas li. Rajat ne finger andar-bahar karni shuru ki, ek slow tempo mein —
"shlick…shlick…shlick…"
Har thrust pe wetness aur loud ho rahi thi.
Usne thumb se simultaneously clit rub karna shuru kiya — circular motion, just right pressure. Reeti ki kamar ne rhythm pakad li. Uske moans ab uncontrolled the:
"Hnnnh… haan… haan baby… don’t stop… ahhh fu*k!"
Rajat ab do fingers use kar raha tha, fir twist karte hue unhe ghumata — jaise uska G-spot dhoondh raha ho aur har baar usse jhatke mein pleasure deta.
"Slrrrp... shlick… slrrp..."
Sounds ab aur filthy ho gaye the. Wetness ab finger se leak hoke sheet pe gir rahi thi.
"You’re dripping for me, Reeti…" Rajat ne uske ear ke paas whisper kiya.
She could barely reply — sirf moans, gasps, and trembling thighs.
"R-Rajat… I-I’m close…"
Uska body shake kar raha tha, ek orgasmic high ki edge pe.
Rajat ne rhythm thoda fast kiya, clit pe thumb ab fast circles mein ghoom raha tha —
"Shlick… shlick… slrrrp…"
Fir ek sharp cry ke saath, Reeti ka poora body tense ho gaya, ek jhatka sa feel hua…
"AAHHH—fuuuck…!"
Wo climax kar gayi — deep, intense orgasm — legs quivering, moans echoing.
.

Rajat ne jaise hi apni ungliya uske andar se nikal ke lick ki — eyes locked on Reeti — wo moment electricity se bhara tha. Reeti ka mooh thoda khula, breath heavy, aur aankhon mein ek wild sparkle.
"Tum mujhe itna tease karte ho na... ab ruko," usne husky voice mein kaha, jaise ek warning ho.
Usne Rajat ko suddenly dhakka diya, zor ka nahi, lekin assertive — full of intent. Rajat peeche gir gaya bed par, shocked but turned on af.
Reeti ne uske upar crawl kiya — bilkul feline grace ke saath — phir uske dono tango ke beech baith gayi. Uska gaze ab Rajat ke hard bulge pe tha, jo already underwear se bahar nikalne ko taiyaar tha.
"My turn," usne kaha, aur underwear ko dheere se slide kiya — uske shaft ko expose karte hue.
Rajat ka breathing now ragged, uske abs tense, anticipation mein pura body still tha. Reeti ne uske tip par dekha — already thoda precum tha. She leaned in, tongue se halki si lick maari.
"Mmm…"
Uska mooh slightly open tha, eyes Rajat pe fixed — jaise har second uska reaction absorb kar rahi ho.
Phir usne full lick diya — base se tip tak — slow, deliberate, wet.
"Schhlrrrp…"
Sound room mein gunj uthi. Rajat ki aankhen band ho gayi for a second.
"Shit… Reeti…"
She smirked, then tip ko apne lips ke beech liya, sirf thoda sa. Tongue se circular motion start kiya, jaise wo uske shaft se khel rahi ho. Then suddenly — poora head le liya mooh mein.
"Gluck…gluck…"
Sound intense thi. Uski lips wet, thoda saliva slide karke chin tak aa gaya. She wasn’t holding back.
Reeti ab rhythm mein thi —
In…out…in… deeper…
Ek haath se base hold kiya, dusre haath se Rajat ki thighs rub karti rahi.
"Sllrrpp… glck… gluck…"
She moaned slightly while doing it — vibration ka sensation ne Rajat ko hilake rakh diya.
"F*ck, baby… you’re gonna make me—"
Reeti ne eyes upar ki, uski aankhon mein naughty sparkle thi, jaise keh rahi ho: not yet.
Usne shaft se mouth hataya, slowly stroke kiya — uska saliva pura drag ho raha tha length ke upar se — ek messy trail create hoti gayi.
Phir she spit a little on the tip — wet, warm — and used both hands now.
"Shlick... slrrp… fap fap..."
Hands moving in twist motion, lips ready to take him in again.
She went in deep this time — gag reflex ka edge, but still took more.
"Gluck… gluck… gluck!"
Rajat ka haath automatically uske baalon mein gaya, light pressure diya, control almost lose karta hua.
Reeti ne uski thighs ko press kiya — jaise keh rahi ho, I’m in charge here. Aur wo thi.
Moans, wet strokes, throbbing tension — everything was building.
Rajat ka moan ab almost primal tha.
"Fuuuuck—Reeti, I’m close…"




She didn’t stop. She wanted it. Uska pace ab fast ho chuka tha —
"Gluck-gluck-gluck…slrrrp… fap fap fap…"
And with one loud, "Aahhh…!", Rajat finally exploded — Reeti ne sab le liya, kuch spill hua lips pe, chin pe drip hua.
She wiped it with her finger, licked it — aur aankhon mein sirf ek teasing sparkle thi.
"Next time, don’t tease me," usne kaha, tongue swipe karte hue.



.
Rajat ne Reeti ko dekha — aankhon mein aag thi, lekin lips pe pyaar.
Wo uske paas jhuka, aur bina kuch kahe, uske lips ko deep, slow kiss diya.
Mooh se mooh takraaye, lips pressed together with hunger, tongue gently exploring. Reeti ne uska face dono haathon se pakad liya — kiss ab aur wild ho gaya, wet, messy, needy. Dono ki saans ek dusre ke andar ghul gayi.
Fir Reeti ne softly bed pe letna start kiya, eyes still locked on him.
Rajat ne apna lund pakda — thick, throbbing, glistening from earlier — aur usse dheere se Reeti ki chut ke upar rub karne laga.
"Mmm..."
Reeti ki body twitch hui, uska moan nikal gaya as soon as the tip touched her sensitive folds.
He rubbed it up and down — slow strokes between her lips, teasing her entrance, letting her feel every inch before the plunge.
"Put it in, Rajat… please…"
Uska voice shaky thi, full of lust.
Rajat ne dheere se apne lund ko andar push kiya — tip se start, fir slow slide.
"Ahhh... fuuuck..."
Reeti ki moan nikal gayi — eyes shut, lips parted, hands clutching the sheet.
Wetness + heat + tightness = pure ecstasy.
He bottomed out, poora andar. Reeti ne apni kamar uthayi, usse aur andar kheechte hue. Rajat ne thoda ruk kar uski aankhon mein dekha, then start kiya thrust karna — slow, smooth strokes.
"Thap... thap... thap..."
Skin-on-skin sound room mein goonj uthi. Reeti har thrust pe moan kar rahi thi —
"Yes… yes… Rajat… ohhh god yesss…"
Rajat ne fir lean karke uske boobs ko pakda — dono hands se.
Soft squeeze… then lips wrap around her nipple.
Usne suck karna start kiya, tongue se flick karta raha tip ko — dusra nipple fingers se tease karta.
"Ahhh baby... suck harder...!"
Reeti ne uske baal pakad liye, aur uski thrusts ke saath match karte hue body hilaayi.
Rajat ab pace badha raha tha —
"Thap-thap-thap… fap fap…"
Her wetness ab loud ho chuki thi. Wo juice uske shaft pe trail banake neeche leak ho raha tha.
Usne dusra boob mooh mein liya — deeper suck ke saath, light bite diya —
"Ahh… Rajat… main… I'm gonna cum again!"
He kept going — harder, faster, but still in rhythm, ek hand uska leg hold karke thoda upar uthaye hue.
Unke bodies now synced — moans, slaps, wetness — sab ek messy symphony ban chuke the.

Rajat ab full rhythm mein tha — deep thrusts, balls slapping, every stroke making Reeti scream louder.
“Ohhh fuck… Rajat… haan… aur andar…!”
“Thap! Thap! Thap!”
Her wetness was dripping, juices squelching with every stroke —
“Slrrrp… fap fap fap… glch!”
Reeti ka mooh khula tha, body twisted with pleasure. Rajat ne uska ek leg upar uthake apne kandhe pe rakh diya — angle deeper ho gaya.
“Aahhh! Fuck! Tum itne deep jaa rahe ho… I can’t—ahhh!”
Her eyes rolled back as he pounded her, each thrust sharper, harder.
“I love the way you moan, baby,” Rajat growled. “So wet for me.”
Usne dono haath se Reeti ke hips grab kiye, aur ab wo jackhammer-style thrusts maar raha tha —
“Thap-thap-thap-thap!”
Bed hil raha tha, sheets crumpled, air thick with sex, sweat, moans and skin-on-skin slaps.

Suddenly, Rajat ne apna lund bahar nikala.
“Turn around.”
Reeti flipped over instantly — doggy style mein aa gayi, ass in the air, dripping wet slit throbbing.
Rajat ne apna lund firse line up kiya and slammed it back inside.
“Ahhh FUCK!”
Reeti screamed, hands clawing the mattress.
Rajat grabbed her waist tight, pounding her from behind, his balls hitting her clit, her ass bouncing back with every impact.
“Fap! Fap! Slap! Slrrrp!”
Reeti ab completely unhinged thi —
“Yes yes yesss! Fuck me harder… don’t stop Rajat…!”
Uske boobs swing ho rahe the with the rhythm, her back arched perfectly, sweat dripping from her spine. Rajat leaned over, ek haath se uska throat pakda — not choking, but holding, dominant.
“You’re mine, samjhi?”
“Yes! Yours! Fuckkk!”
She was screaming now, loud, raw, messy.
Rajat ne uske shoulder par bite mark chhoda, teeth drag kiye — possessive, wild.

..



Position change again.
Rajat ne usse uthaya, aur Reeti ab reverse cowgirl mein uske upar baith gayi.
She grabbed his shaft, slid down slowly —
“Ahhh... yes baby… it’s stretching me…”
She began to ride — hips grinding, rotating, up and down strokes — her moans now turning to cries.
“Chup-chup-chup…”
Wet sounds everywhere.
Rajat grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them, guiding her motion.
“You ride me like you own me, Reeti…”
“Maybe I do,” she whispered, and dropped harder.
“Thap! Thap! Thap!”
Her ass bouncing, her body tensed, skin slapping loud in the room.
Finally, she spun around, mounted him in classic missionary, wrapping her legs tight around his waist.
“Cum with me, Rajat… I want to feel you inside me… when I cum…”
Rajat nodded — thrusts now furious, both on edge, sweat dripping, lips locking, moans turning into desperate cries.
“Ahhh fuuuck I’m—Reeti—”
“Yes yes yes I’m cumming—Rajatttttt…!”
And they climaxed together —
Her body arched, legs shaking, her walls pulsing around his shaft, milking him.
Rajat groaned deep, voice cracking as he exploded inside her, warm release flooding her.
Bodies collapsed.
Breaths ragged.
Room filled with the scent of sex, love, and chaos.




Reeti ab Rajat ke upar laid thi — body still trembling from the climax. Uska cheek uske chest par tha, aur dono ke saans abhi bhi heavy chal rahe the. Rajat ke haath uski kamar ke around the, fingers gently stroking her back, like he was drawing invisible love letters.
Sweat unke bodies pe shine kar raha tha, but unke chehron pe sirf ek peaceful smile thi.
“Tum pagal ho,” Reeti ne halka sa hans ke kaha.
“Aur tum dangerous ho,” Rajat ne reply diya, uske baalon mein ungli ghusaate hue.
“Pehle meri jaan li, fir meri jaan chhodi.”
Reeti ne thoda sa uth kar uska cheek pe kiss diya, phir again cuddle mein chali gayi. Sheets thodi si neeche slide ho gayi, revealing bare skin, but kisi ko farak nahi pad raha tha.
“Aaj raat sirf hum dono ke liye hai,” she whispered.
“Hmm,” Rajat smirked. “Aur sab kuch suna us raat ne bhi.”
THUD THUD THUD!
Suddenly, ek knock hua door pe — loud and irritated.
“Oyeee!”
Ek ladki ki awaaz aayi — sharp, annoyed.
“Main Naina hoon! Aawaaz kam karo, yaar! Pure ghar mein guunj rahi ho tum dono ki [b]sex concert!"[/b]
Reeti froze. Rajat ne mooh pe haath rakh liya to stop laughing.
“Shhhittt…” Reeti whispered, face red hot.
“Mujhe laga door band kiya tha!”
“Band kiya tha… but zubaan aur kamar dono nahi…” Rajat said with a grin.
“Main sun rahi hoon!” Naina cheekh ke boli. “Aankhon ke saamne boyfriend dhoondhna pad raha hai, aur tum log bedroom mein Kamasutra LIVE chalaye ho!”
Reeti ab blanket ke andar chhup chuki thi, embarrassed but laughing.
Rajat leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“Let them hear. At least they’ll know what real passion sounds like,” he whispered wickedly.
“RAJAT!” she smacked his arm, giggling.
Door ke bahar Naina ne last baar kaha —
“Agar next 10 minute mein awaaz band nahi hui na, main ice water leke aa rahi hoon!”
Aur fir uski footsteps door se door gayi.
Inside, Rajat and Reeti looked at each other and burst out laughing — warm, tangled in bedsheets, legs intertwined.
“Ab kya karein?” Reeti puchi.
“Phir se karein?” Rajat said, winking.
“Tum sudhroge nahi,” Reeti said — but she was already leaning in for another kiss.

Naina’s POV — Awaazon Ke Peeche Ki Kahani
“Thap… thap… slrrrp… ahhh fuuuck Rajat…!”
Naina ne apni eyes wide khol ke dekha — headphones nikaal diye — aur ek second ke liye toh laga she was hallucinating. But nope. Awaazon ka volume full tha.
“Holy… yeh toh full-on porno chal raha hai mere ghar mein,” usne murmured kiya, chai ka sip lete hue.
Wo uth ke room ke door ke paas gayi, jahan se clearly sunai de raha tha — Reeti ki moaning, Rajat ki groaning, aur bed ki constant creaking.
“Fap… fap… thap… thap…”
“Main pagal ho jaungi,” Naina ne kaha, aur irritate ho ke door pe thud-thud knock kiya:
“Oyeee! Main Naina hoon! Awaaz kam karo! Poora ghar hil raha hai, aur main koi earthquake alert nahi hoon!”
But andar se sirf aur intense moaning aayi — like they didn’t even hear her. She could imagine Reeti, riding Rajat like some erotic goddess, sweat dripping, hair wild, and that wicked smile on her lips.
And Rajat — her brother — moaning her name like a madman.
“Fuuuuck, Reeti… I’m gonna—”
“RAJATTTTTT!”
Naina's ears turned red. Yeh meri hi maa hai?!
Technically, not anymore. Garima was gone. Now she was Reeti — young, glowing, totally transformed. And somehow, in some twisted cosmic move, she was now Rajat ke saath.
It should’ve felt disgusting. Taboo. But instead… Naina just leaned against the wall and let out a sigh.
“Yeh toh wild hai, yaar…” she whispered. “But they’re… happy.”
Because the truth was — before Reeti, Rajat was a zombie. Cold, disconnected. And Garima? She’d been a ghost of herself. Do din khushi milti toh chaar din aansu.
But Reeti and Rajat — the two new versions — they were fire and thunder. Crazy, loud, raw… but real.
Reeti’s laughter, Rajat’s spark, the way they looked at each other like the world didn’t exist — Naina had noticed all of it.
"Maybe love doesn’t care about logic," she thought. "Maybe soulmates don’t need rules."
She smiled. Took a big sip of her now-cold chai and yelled one last time at the door:
“Next time thoda silencer laga lena, okay? Mere sapne ab triple-X ho rahe hain!”
She walked back to her room, giggling.
“You crazy kids… enjoy. Mom, I hope you finally found your storybook ending — even if it’s in Rajat’s chapter.”
And with that, she slipped into bed, headphones in again — this time playing music loud enough to drown out any future round 2 that was most definitely about to begin.

[sushilt20]

Nice update and awesome story

[Waseem990]

Adha hindi haf English 

[Ravi1991]

Awesome update clp);

[Ravi1991]

Waiting for next update...

[dramasingh]

update pls

[Joker44]

Pre-Wedding Shoot Day – Early Morning, Countryside Location
Dhoop halki si zameen ko chhoo rahi thi, aur ek narm si thand hawaon mein ghoom rahi thi. Kheton ke beech ek chhota sa haveli-type resort book kiya gaya tha shoot ke liye. Background mein mustard fields, ek chhoti jheel, aur mitti ki khushboo. Perfect setup for their rustic-romantic theme.
Naina, clipboard leke, poora schedule handle kar rahi thi jaise woh wedding planner ho:
“Okay! First look shots, then solo bride, phir couple shots on the swing, and then golden hour mein drone wala sequence!”
Rohan camera crew ko samjha raha tha, “Lighting natural hi rakhna. Aur jab woh dupatta udaaye… slow-mo tight shot chahiye.”
Reeti, ek soft peach lehenga mein, light makeup ke saath, chudiyaan pehene balcony pe khadi thi. Uske chehre pe excitement tha… par dil ke kisi kone mein ek aur sensation—aaj full moon hai.
Aaj ki raat... voh raat ho sakti thi.
Rajat, sherwani-style kurta aur waistcoat mein, aankhon mein wohi naughty sparkle leke uske paas aaya.
“Dulhan sahiba, aapko camera ke samne sirf smile nahi… mera dil bhi churana hai.”
Reeti ne aankhen ghumayi:
“Smile karne ke paise lagenge. Ek extra surprise chahiye mujhe, warna fake candid hi milega.”
Rajat leaned closer, aankhon mein woh teasing mystery:
“Toh ready ho? Surprise ka time aa gaya.”
Phir usne pocket se ek chhoti velvet box nikala.
Reeti ka heartbeat instant double ho gaya.
Box khula, aur andar ek antique-style gold mangalsutra tha—delicate, elegant, bilkul Garima-style… par modern twist ke saath.
Usne kaha,
“Yeh... shaadi ke din ke liye nahi. Yeh aaj ke liye hai. Shoot mein pehna dekhna chahta hoon. Bas… main aur tu.”
Reeti ki aankhon mein aansu the. Woh box lete hue boli,
“Rajat… tum nahi jaante yeh kitna… kitna zyada matlab rakhta hai.”
Usne sirf kaha:
“Tum bhi nahi jaanti… mujhe kyun aisa lagta hai jaise yeh mangalsutra... pehle bhi maine kisi aur janam mein tumhare liye liya ho.”
Reeti ka mann thoda hil gaya. Kya uske subconscious ne kuch mehsoos kar liya?
Lekin phir… Naina cheekh ke boli:
“Guys! Position le lo! Golden light aa rahi hai!”
Reeti ne us mangalsutra ko gale mein pehna…
Aur poore shoot ke dauraan, sirf ek soch uske dimaag mein goonjti rahi—
“Aaj ki raat… main Garima ban jaungi. Kya Rajat pehchaan lega?”


Pehla outfit tha—classic royal vibe. Reeti ne mustard yellow lehenga pehna tha, traditional gota work ke saath, aur Rajat ek ivory kurta-pyjama mein total prince lag raha tha.
Dono ek vintage swing pe baithe, peeche se dupatta uda, aur drone upar se shoot kar raha tha.
Rohan (behind the camera):
“Bhai, itna romantic mat ho ja, yeh pre-wedding hai, honeymoon nahi!”
Reeti:
“Tu chup reh Rohan, thoda aur paas aa Rajat… mujhe yeh jhootha wala smile nahi chahiye.”
Rajat, close hoke, softly bola:
“Smile tab aata hai jab tu meri taraf dekhti hai… baaki sab acting hai.”
Aur click! Photographer caught that very moment. Golden.

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Second outfit: Indo-western fusion look.
Reeti ne emerald green crop-top lehenga pehna tha, slit style skirt ke saath—belly button pe direct breeze ka impact. Rajat ka throat instantly dry ho gaya.
Woh bas uski neval ke aaspaas ghoorti dori ko dekhta raha.
Rajat (low voice mein):
“Tu toh keh rahi thi smile ke paise lagenge… main toh aankhein band karke kharch karne ko ready hoon.”
Reeti, half-sassy:
“Main toh soch rahi hoon bill extra kar doon… staring charges include nahi the.”

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Third outfit: Casual couple look – jeans, white shirts, field mein barefoot shots.
Dono ek dusre ko mitti laga rahe the, thoda push-pull, thoda laugh.
Reeti ne Rajat ko dhakka diya toh woh direct muddy patch mein ja gira.
Naina (laughing):
“Arre dulhe raja! Ise kehte hain clean shot!”
Rajat ne Reeti ko neeche kheench liya.
Aur dono camera ke liye land kiya—full laugh, muddy but magical.

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Evening: Traditional vibes again.
Reeti wore a deep red silk saree—simple, elegant, with gajra in her hair.
Rajat was in deep maroon kurta. Photographer ne bola:
“Yeh wala frame close-up hoga… sirf aankhon mein emotion.”
Rajat ne Reeti ki aankhon mein dekha—aur ek second ke liye time ruk gaya.
Un aankhon mein pehchaan thi. Jaise woh kahin pehle bhi waha thi.
Rajat:
“Tujh mein kuch aisa hai… jo mujhe har baar naye se purane tak le jaata hai.”
Reeti ne aankhen churaayi, par dil mein goosebumps aagaye.
“Woh kuch nahi… woh sab kuch hoon.”

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Raat hoti gayi, but photoshoot ne sabko thaka diya. Camera crew pack-up kar raha tha, Rohan aur Naina dinner setup dekh rahe the.
Rajat aur Reeti ek bench par baithe the—stars ke neeche, silence mein.
Unki thakaan mein bhi pyaar tha.
Rajat:
“Best day ever. Tu har outfit mein ek nayi kahani thi.
But mera favourite? Green one. Tumhe dekhke lag raha tha… jaise meri zindagi ki poetry samne chal rahi ho.”
Reeti sirf muskaraayi. Lekin uska dil… raat ki taraf badh raha tha.
Aaj poornima thi. Aur chand abhi tak clouds ke peeche chhupa tha.



 Night – Post Pre-Wedding Shoot, Open Courtyard
Dinner ke baad sab thak ke apne-2 kamre mein chale gaye the. Thodi der pehle tak laugh, music, aur camera flashes chal rahe the—ab sirf raat ki khamoshi aur chandni thi.
Reeti apne kamre ke balcony mein khadi thi, hair open, ek halka breeze uske balon mein uljha hua. Sky mein poornima ka chand tha—bada, roshan, aur bulata hua.
Uske haath mein tha mangalsutra—jo Rajat ne diya tha shoot ke liye, aur ab uske gale mein rehta hi tha.
Woh mangalsutra… jo asli mein uska hi tha, Garima ka.
Wahi jo Rajat ke papa ne uski pehli shaadi mein diya tha.
Wahi jo ab modern avatar mein Reeti ke gale mein phir se chamak raha tha.
“Yeh circle… pura ho raha hai ya dobara shuru?”
Usne mangalsutra ko haath mein pakda, anguliyon se uske motiyon ko mehsoos kiya.
Same pearls, same gold beads… but a new design. New life. New love.
Usne andar se dekha—chandni uski aankhon mein ghus rahi thi. Sadhu ke vachan yaad aaye:
“Poornima ki raat… tum chaaho toh Garima ban sakti ho. Lekin vahi sirf jab mann se tayyar ho.”
Aur aaj?
Woh nahi chahti thi.
Aaj usne decide kiya—Reeti hi rehna hai.
Aaj woh raat nahi thi jahan uska purana roop usse bula raha ho. Aaj woh raat thi jahan usne apne naye roop, naye pyaar, naye rishte ko sweekar kiya.
Tabhi peeche se awaaz aayi.
Rajat doorway pe tha, usse dekhta hua.
“Hamesha moonlight mein itni khoobsurat lagti ho ya aaj kuch special hai?”
Reeti thoda sa muskaayi, balcony se hatt ke uske paas gayi.
“Special toh hai… but sirf iss liye nahi ki chand poora hai… iss liye ki main bhi poori hoon.”
Rajat ne uska haath pakda, us mangalsutra ki taraf dekha.
“Tu jaanti hai yeh mangalsutra kahan se aaya?”
Reeti thoda choke hui. “Tumne kaha na, custom banwaya…”
Rajat:
“Haan… par jo pearls aur beads use hue hain, woh purane mangalsutra se liye gaye hain. Baba ne diya tha mujhe… bola tha, ‘Iss mein ashirwad hai. Use kar lena jab kisi aisi ladki se shaadi karo jo sirf pyaar nahi… par pehchaan bhi ho.’”
He looked at her
“…aur main tujhe dekhte hi samajh gaya, yeh usi ke liye hai.”
Reeti ka gala sukh gaya. Usne bas haan mein sir hila diya, warna dil toh cheekh raha tha:
“Woh ladki main hi hoon, Rajat. Teri maa, teri dulhan, teri Reeti.”
Lekin phir usne khud se kaha:
“Aaj main Garima nahi ban rahi. Aaj main sirf Reeti hoon. Kyunki yeh raat meri hai. Yeh pyaar mera hai. Aur yeh zindagi… ab meri chuni hui hai.”

 Night — The Balcony, Full Moon High, Silence Heavy with Desire
Reeti ab bhi Rajat ke saamne khadi thi, us mangalsutra ka halka sa chamak uski collarbone ko highlight kar raha tha. Uski aankhen uske chehre se zyada uske intent ko padhne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Chandni uske chehre pe ek divine glow bana rahi thi—jaise koi shringar kiye bina dulhan ho.
Rajat ne uska haath apne haathon mein liya, aur apne thumbs se uski ungliyon ko slowly rub karte hue uski taraf dheere-dheere badha.
“Reeti…” uski awaaz halki thi, lekin uske dil ki dhadkan ka wazan us ek shabd mein tha.
Reeti uski aankhon mein dekhte hue puchti hai,
“Tumne mujhe sab kuch diya Rajat… pyaar, izzat, naya jeevan. Tum chahte kya ho mujhse?”
Rajat ne ek second ke liye kuch nahi kaha. Sirf dekhta raha.
Phir usne dheere se muskaate hue kaha,
“Tujh mein jo mujhe chahiye… woh already mera hai. Main aur kya maangu?”
Reeti thoda aur close aayi. Uska dupatta thoda sa shoulder se phisla, lekin usne nahi uthaya. Aankhon mein uski cheekhi hui lalima thi—woh desire jo tameez mein lapeta gaya ho.
“Mana mat karo, Rajat… jo dil mein hai, keh do. Mujhe sunna hai.”
Rajat ne uske balon mein haath daala, uske ear tak aaya, aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar, ek husky breath ke saath bola:
“I want to fuck you in the ass.”
Reeti ka saans ek second ke liye ruk gaya. Pura sharir ek current jaise mehsoos karne laga. Woh reaction mein peeche nahi hati… uske lips pe ek gasped smile tha, aankhon mein shock nahi… heat thi.
Phir usne dheere se uske jawline ko chhua… aur uske lips par ek slow, deep kiss rakh diya—not innocent, not rushed… just right.
Rajat ne uske lower back ko pakda, uski body ko apni taraf kheench liya. Reeti ne apna haath uske chest par rakha, uska heartbeat mehsoos kiya, aur phir neck pe kiss karte hue dheere se moani…
“Tumhe jo chahiye… main woh ban jaungi. 
Uski blouse ke dori khul rahi thi, lekin aaj rush nahi tha. Aaj sab kuch pehle se chhuka hua tha… aaj sirf do log apne hi shabd se ek naya ehsaas likh rahe the.
Rajat uski kamar ko hold karta raha, slow kisses se uski skin ko explore karta raha… uski breathing aur uske lips ke beech sirf ek “I want you” ka raag baj raha tha.




Rajat ne uska haath pakda, aur bina kuch kahe use apne room ki taraf le gaya. Dono ke beech silence tha, lekin wo silence booming tha—every step echoed with unspoken lust, unfiltered want.
Darwaza bandh hua…
Lock ka chhota sa click jaise kisi ritual ka mantra tha.
Reeti uske samne khadi thi—blouse ki dori thodi si loose, breaths heavy, eyes dark with craving. Rajat ne pehle uski aankhon mein dekha… jaise poori zindagi waha likhi ho.
Phir usne blouse ke strap ko slowly slip karna shuru kiya, ek haath uski kamar ke niche le jaake usse apni taraf kheench liya.
Rajat, whispers mein:
“Tonight… tu sirf meri nahi, meri har fantasy bhi hai.”
Reeti ne uska shirt khola, uski bare chest ko touch kiya—slow, sensual, deliberate.
Uske fingers ne uske abs ko feel kiya jaise woh remember kar rahi ho ki yeh sharir uska hai… sirf uska.
Unke lips mile—deep, desperate, synced. Rajat ne uske breasts ko hold kiya, gently press kiya, aur phir mooh se uske nipples ko explore karne laga—sucking, kissing, biting just enough to make her gasp.
Reeti moaned, soft and raw,
“Rajat… oh god…”
Usne uske lehenga ka knot khola… fabric gir gaya, revealing her soft, bare thighs, her body glowing in moonlight. Reeti ne kuch nahi chhupaya—neither her body nor her hunger.
Rajat ne usse bed par litaaya, uska face kiss karte karte dheere se neeche utarna shuru kiya… down her neck, to her chest, her stomach, kissing around her navel, tongue tracing slow circles—every touch making her arch up in pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he growled against her skin,
“Every inch.”
Reeti's legs wrapped around him… body inviting, back arching, breath trembling.
She pulled him up, looked into his eyes, and whispered:
“I’m ready. Everything you want... tonight, take it.”
Rajat kissed her again—this time deeper, messier, rougher.
As his hands slid lower, between her thighs, and her moans turned to soft whimpers…
He paused, looked at her with fire in his eyes, and said,
“Turn around.”


Reeti bed par ghodi ki tarah jhuki hui thi—knees parted, arms down, breath fast and uneven. Chandni uske bare back par padh rahi thi, aur uska round, full ass us roshni mein ek living sculpture lag raha tha—soft curves, smooth skin, perfect arch. Rajat ne pehli baar usse is angle se dekha… aur uska saans andar hi atak gaya.
Usne dheere se apna haath uske hips par rakha, phir slowly, lovingly… uske ass par ek soft kiss rakha.
Reeti ka jism kaanp gaya. Ek moan uske honton se nikal gaya—low, breathy, involuntary.
“Rajat…” usne sirf uska naam kaha—magar uske andhar jitni want, surrender, aur shyness thi, woh sirf Rajat hi samajh sakta tha.
Rajat ne apni finger se uske curves ko trace kiya—jaise woh claim kar raha ho. Phir dheere se, one finger reeti ki ass hole mae dala  us jagah ko touch kiya jahan aaj tak kisi ne nahi chhua tha.
“Tight…” usne khud se kaha, “it’ll need time.”
Usne thumb se halka pressure diya—warm skin, firm hold, lekin jaise hi woh andar push karne laga, resistance mila. Her body wasn’t ready yet.
Reeti ne neeche se awaaz mein thoda sa thrill aur dar dono mila ke kaha,
“It’s yours… only yours. Yeh jagah pehli baar kisi ke liye khul rahi hai.”
Uske dil mein ek thought lightning ki tarah chhalki: "Apne pehle pati ke saath bhi maine yeh kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya... yeh sirf Rajat ke liye tha… yeh meri asli surrender hai."
Rajat ne uska kamar hold kiya, aur soft kiss uske lower back tak diya, phir whisper kiya:
“Main tujhe todne nahi, banaane aaya hoon.”
Woh uth kar drawer se ek small lube bottle nikaala. Return aate waqt usne ek aur baar uski body ko dekha—Reeti, folded forward, trusting, trembling.
Uski aankhon mein sirf dedication tha.
Reeti ne aankhen band kar ke feel kiya—har touch, har breath, har pause.
Aaj kuch bhi random ya casual nahi tha… aaj woh apni purest virgnity Rajat ko de rahi thi.





Rajat ne uske soft, round curves ke beech warm lube lagaya, fingers se gently spread karte hue. Reeti ka saans tez tha, uski har moan mein ek mix tha—eagerness… aur vulnerability.
Jaise hi Rajat ki ungli us sensitive ass jke andar gayi, Reeti ka jism thoda sa jhijhak gaya. Woh touch naya tha… intense tha...
Usne pillow pakad liya, cheek thoda mattress par rakha.
“Rajat…” uski awaaz halki thi, shaking.
Rajat ne uski lower back pe kiss rakha.
“Main yahi hoon. Just breathe. Tu mujhe jitna de rahi hai… woh sirf tujhe hi pata hai.”
Uske haath calm the—focused. He took his time, using more lube, tracing her tight entrance again… circular motion mein soft rub, fir thoda pressure… body ko prepare karte hue, gently stretching her.
Reeti ke naino se aansu tapak gaye. Na pain ke… na dard ke… woh emotion ke the.
“Mujhe kabhi kisi ne itne pyaar se nahi chhua…” she whispered.
Rajat ne uski aansu ko kiss se wipe kiya, aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk ke bola:
“Tu ro sakti hai… lekin main tujhe sirf todne ke liye nahi bana hoon. Main tujhe pura mehsoos karne aaya hoon. Jitni tu mujhe degi… main usse zyada tera ho jaunga.”
Phir usne apne hips uske against rakhe… his hard length warm and heavy, gently resting against her.
Ek second ke liye sab kuch slow ho gaya. Bas heartbeats aur breaths.
Phir… woh moment aaya.
Rajat ne dono haathon se uski hips hold ki, uska body thoda open kiya… and with one slow, deliberate push—just the tip of his lund, barely in.
Reeti ne aankhen band kar li, ek chhoti si gasp nikal gayi.
Not just from pressure… but from realization.
"Yeh moment… yeh surrender… yeh sirf Rajat ka hai."
Woh pal… raw tha. Beautiful tha. Sacred tha.





Rajat ne apni grip tight ki, haath uski kamar ke dono taraf. Ek pal ke liye usne apni aankhen band ki… uske andar har emotion, har tension ek jagah pe thama hua tha.
Phir ek hi jhatke mein — zor ka thrust.
“Aaahh– Rajat!!”
Reeti ki cheekh raat ko cheer gayi. Uski aawaz mein dard tha, shock tha… par uske saath hi ek moan bhi tha, jo surrender se nikla tha.
Uske naino se aansu nikal aaye. Woh jhatka intense tha. Too much. Too fast.
Uska jism ek second ke liye stiff ho gaya. Rajat uske andar the — deep, warm, and pulsing.
Woh hilta nahi… sirf uski back pe haath rakha, soft kiss diya, aur uski breathing sunta raha.
“Main yahin hoon… bas saans le, jaan…”
Reeti ne aankhen band ki. Uska cheek pillow pe tha. Puri body se pasina chhalak raha tha, par uska dil… dhadak raha tha ek naye rhythm mein.
Thodi der mein uske muscles dheere dheere relax hone lage. Pain ab bhi tha… lekin usme ek heat thi… ek pull.
Woh bas halki si awaaz mein boli:
“Kar na… dheere… par kar…”
Rajat ka mann hil gaya. Usne apne haath uske ass cheeks pe rakhe, thoda open kiya… aur phir dheere dheere thrust karna shuru kiya.
Har push ke saath usse lag raha tha jaise Reeti ki body usse andar kheench rahi ho.
“Tight… itni tight hai tu,” usne daanton ke beech se kaha.
Reeti ki moaning ab halki si rhythm mein badalne lagi thi…
“Ah… haa… Rajat…”
Ek waqt tha jab woh cheekh rahi thi, ab uski aawaz mein craving thi.
Thrust ke saath thap-thap ki wet slap sound kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Rajat ka pace ab steady ho gaya tha—deep, powerful, primal.
Reeti ke liye yeh sab kuch naya tha. Is level ki intimacy, yeh control ka chhod dena—she had never done this before.
Uska mann andar se cheekh raha tha:
“Yeh meri pehli baar hai… yeh meri sachchi surrender hai… aur yeh sirf Rajat ka haq hai.”
Har jhatke ke saath… dard pleasure mein badal raha tha.
Ek point aaya jab Reeti ne pillow ko daanton se pakad liya, aankhon se aansu nikalte hue—lekin usme ab dard nahi tha… sirf junoon tha.
“Main teri hoon, Rajat… puri tarah…” usne moan kar ke kaha.
Aur Rajat ne apna pace badhaya, uska haath uski kamar pe tight hua, aur un dono ke jism ek rhythm mein hilne lage—wild, untamed, aur ek dusre ke liye banaye gaye.
Chahe pichle janam ki yaadein ho, ya iss janam ka pyaar…
Iss raat, iss pal, iss bed pe—Reeti ne apni har boundary tod di. Aur Rajat ne uska har kone chhoo liya.




Rajat ka pace ab control ke bahar jaa raha tha—har thrust deeper, stronger, more desperate. Unke jism ek dusre mein ghule hue the, har jhatka ek nayi raw craving jaga raha tha.
Thap… thap… thap…
Bed frame halki si vibration mein tha, mattress uski rhythm ko absorb kar raha tha, aur kamra sirf Reeti ke moans aur Rajat ke breathy grunts se goonj raha tha.
“Rajat… haaa… aur…!”
Reeti ki awaaz tooti, phir nikli—half cry, half hunger. Her nails dug into the sheets, body arch hoti ja rahi thi. Her breath stuttered, and her thighs trembled.
Rajat ne uska waist tight pakda, uski back pe jhuk gaya, aur uske ear ke paas uski heavy, hot saans chhodi.
“Tu mujhme ghuli hui hai… tu meri hai… meri sabse gehri jagah tak.”
Thrust. Moan. Gasp.
Har push pe uska lund pura feel kar raha tha us tight warmth ko, jaise Reeti ki body usse tod ke apne andar le rahi ho.
She was melting beneath him—no thoughts, no past, just raw pleasure and surrender.
Reeti ne aankhen band kar ke moan kiya—ab voh lost thi, body apne aap hil rahi thi, voice ab control mein nahi thi:





“Rajat… main… main… aa rahi hoon!”
Rajat ne apni grip aur strong ki… body tensed… aur phir ek aakhri deep thrust ke saath—
“Reeti!!”
Their climax collided.
Uska lund throb karta raha andar… aur Reeti ki body shake kar gayi in release. Woh dono ek dusre mein chilla ke… khud ko khali kar gaye.
Saans tez thi… jism gila tha… palang ab bhi halki si movement mein tha.
Stillness followed. But inside them—aftershocks.
Rajat uske upar collapse kar gaya, dono ke bodies intertwined, breath se breath takra rahi thi. Reeti ne aankhen kholi, aankhon mein aansu the… magar is baar sirf relief ke.
She whispered, almost inaudibly:
“Maine aaj apna sab kuch de diya… aur mujhe sirf pyaar mila.”



Rajat ne dheere se apna aap uske andar se bahar nikala. Reeti ka jism ab bhi halka kaanp raha tha—tired, stretched, overwhelmed. Uski ass ab bhi garam thi, aur andar tak woh feeling chhodi ja chuki thi—the fullness, the stretch… the surrender.
Usne aankh band karke ek thandi si saans li. Bed sheet uske neeche garam thi, aur Rajat uske paas aa kar seedha uske bagal mein let gaya. Ek haath uski kamar ke upar, dusra uske baalon mein—jaise woh abhi bhi usse claim kar raha ho.
Rajat ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh sirf so gaya.
Lekin Reeti? Uske dimaag mein toofan tha.
“Aaj… aaj mera beta meri ass le gaya…”
Us thought pe uska saans ruk gaya. “Jo kaam uske pita ne kabhi nahi kiya… woh aaj Rajat ne kiya. Aur maine roka bhi nahi… main chaahti thi.”
Usne uske chest pe cheek rakh diya, uski heartbeat ko mehsoos kiya. Yeh dhadkan… yeh sharir… yeh pyaar… ab sirf uska tha.
“Main ab maa nahi hoon. Main ab bas uski Reeti hoon. Woh meri har had tod chuka hai. Aur maine har baar use chuna hai.”
Woh aaj bhi guilty nahi thi. Sirf silent.
Ek aur raat… ek aur roop… ek aur rishta.
Aur us raat… woh apne pyaar ke baahon mein so gayi.

Subah ki dhoop kamre mein dheere-dheere ghus rahi thi. Reeti ne aankhen kholi, aur sabse pehla ehsaas… jism ka dard tha. Specially wahan, jahan se pichli raat ka sabse intimate raaz ab bhi residue ki tarah chipka tha.
Woh dheere se uthne lagi, lekin ek kadam chalna bhi mushkil tha. Har step pe thoda sa pain, thoda sa tightness, aur Rajat ka chehra dimag mein flash hota.
“Uff… yeh kya kar diya tune, Rajat…” usne andar hi andar socha, lips pe ek helpless smile ke saath.
Tabhi room ka darwaza khula aur Naina andar aayi, towel leke.
Usne Reeti ko dheere chalne ki awkward chaal mein dekha… aur instantly, aankh mein shaq aur shaitani spark aa gaya.
Naina (teasing):
“Tu theek hai? Aise kyun chal rahi hai jaise kisi ne tere ghutne nahi, kuch aur hilaa diya ho?”
Reeti ka chehra ek second mein laal.
“Kuch nahi, thoda pain hai bas…”
Tabhi peeche se Rajat aaya, ek glass juice leke, casual si muskaan ke saath.
“Teeteeing gir gayi thi kal raat… bed se.”
Uski aankhon mein woh I-know-what-you-know waala look tha.
Reeti ne uski taraf aankhen taang ke dekha.
“Yeh sab teri hi wajah se hua hai…”
Phir usne aankhen neeche jhuka li, lips press kiye… aur chup ho gayi.
Naina ne dono ko dekha, thoda awkward silence mehsoos kiya, lekin phir chill tone mein bola:
“Bas... main toh keh rahi hoon pre-wedding ka glow toh full aa raha hai. Bas chalte waqt thoda sa balance bana lo dulhaniya!”

Car mein sab log the. Rohan driving, Naina beside him. Reeti aur Rajat backseat mein — close but quiet. Reeti ka haath Rajat ke haath mein tha, aur uske mind mein ab bhi raat ka har moment ghoom raha tha.
Uski body ab bhi sore thi… lekin uska mann?
Satisfied. Claimed. Changed.
Aur jab woh city lights dikhne lagi…
Usne socha: "Shaadi ab sirf ek rasam nahi rahi… ab yeh ek aisi kasam hai jahan maine apna har kone Rajat ko de diya hai."

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Shaadi ab ek mahine door thi. Ghar mein preparations ka pressure badhta ja raha tha—outfit trials, vendor confirmations, dance practices… aur ab spiritual rituals bhi.
Us din Rajat ke pita Mumbai aaye—simple white kurta, calm presence, lekin aankhon mein woh gaav ka thehraav aur guru jaisa garv.
Unke saath ek pandit bhi tha, jo unka saalon purana parichit tha. Ghar ke drawing room ko thoda mandir jaisa bana diya gaya—haldi ki khushboo, phool, dhoop, aur ek sacred energy.
Pandit ji ne Rajat aur Reeti ko bulaya.
Unhone ek choti si ghatme puja ki—shaadi se pehle ek aashirvaad ki kriya.
Puja ke baad, dono ke hath par ek dhaga baandha gaya—red-yellow ka sacred thread.
Pandit ji bola:
“Yeh dhaga shaadi ke baad hi niklega. Jab tak yeh bandh hai, aap dono ke beech maryada bani rahe.”
Sab logon ne aashirvaad diya. Naina, Rohan, aur ghar ke sab log khush the—camera mein bohot saare candid moments bhi capture ho gaye.

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Baad mein, jab Rajat aur Rohan bahar coffee lane gaye, toh ghar mein sirf Reeti aur uske pehle janam ke pati—ab ke sasur—reh gaye.
Woh dono balcony mein the. Pita ji ne thoda der Reeti ko dekha—ek garv bhara sammaan, lekin aankhon mein ek alag si jaan-pehchaan.
Phir woh dheere se bole:
“Tujhe shayad pehle se pata ho, beta, lekin fir bhi kehna zaroori samjhta hoon. Jab tak shaadi nahi ho jaati, Rajat ke saath sona mat. Uski patni ban jaaye tab jo chaahe kar lena. Usse pehle… maryada ka dhyan rakhna.”
Reeti ek second ke liye chup ho gayi.
Apne pati ke mooh se yeh baat sunna… jise woh janam bhar pati maan ke jeeti rahi… aur ab usi ke putra ki hone waali patni thi…
Ek pal ke liye awkward silence chhaya. Lekin phir… Reeti ne aankhen jhukaayi, aur ek halka sa smile diya.
“Ji… main samajh gayi.”
Uska tone sharmila tha, lekin us smile ke andar ek acceptance tha.
“Ab main aapki patni nahi… aapki bahu hoon.”
Us moment mein ek naya rishta janma…
Jahan Garima ka past dhoond raha tha ek closure, aur Reeti ka present chah raha tha ek nayi pehchaan.
Shall we roll into the next big event—like Reeti’s 


Shaadi ki tayyariyaan poore zor shor se chal rahi thi. Har din functions, guests, laughter, and surprises. Lekin raat ke waqt… jab sab so jaate, tab Rajat ka mann sabse zyada bechain hota.
Us raat bhi aisa hi kuch hua.
Reeti apne kamre mein thi, white night suit mein, hair open, thodi tired… par aankhon mein ek soft glow tha. Usne diary likhne ki koshish ki, lekin ek sentence bhi complete nahi kar paayi.
Tabhi knock hua. Dheere se. Rajat.
Darwaza khola toh woh waha tha—casual t-shirt, eyes slightly red… par desire se, neend se nahi.
“Neend nahi aa rahi,” usne halka sa smile diya, lekin uske aankhon mein craving tha—clear and wild.
Reeti thoda ruki, phir side se hat gayi.
“Aa jao…”
Rajat andar aaya. Bistar ke kone par baith gaya. Kuch seconds tak sirf unki saans chal rahi thi. Fir usne Reeti ka haath pakda… dheere se kheench liya apni taraf.
“Ek kiss toh allowed hai na?”
Uski awaaz halki thi, lekin aankhon mein fire tha.
Reeti ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne bas aankhen band ki… aur Rajat ne deep, longing, aur thoda possessive kiss start kiya. Lips soft the, lekin motion hungry. Uske haath Reeti ke waist tak ja chuke the.
Reeti bhi thodi der tak kiss mein kho gayi. Uska haath Rajat ke chest pe tha… heartbeat feel ho rahi thi.
Par tabhi—she pulled back.
“Rajat… ruk jao.”
Rajat confused tha, thoda desperate bhi.
“Please… main bas paas rehna chahta hoon. Touch karna chahta hoon. Tum meri ho, Reeti…”
Reeti ne uska chehra dono haathon se pakda, aur soft tone mein kaha:
“Main teri hoon, Rajat. Puri tarah. Par abhi nahi. Wo dhaga sirf haath pe nahi… dil pe bhi baandha gaya hai. Shaadi ke baad jo milega… uska magic alag hoga. Bas ek mahina. Roko mat uss raat ko… usse aur khaas banne do.”
Rajat ne aankhen jhukaayi, uske forehead pe kiss kiya… aur bas itna bola:
“Tu keh rahi hai, toh theek hai. Par sach bataun… har raat meri sabr ke aakhri limit tak hoti hai.”
Reeti ne muskarate hue kaha:
“Aur main har raat tujhe thoda aur paagal karne wali hoon.”
Rajat hansa, thoda frustrated, thoda pyaar se.
Aur woh raat sirf longing mein kategi… ek aisi raat jiska intezaar unke dono jism kar rahe the—ek explosive sukoon ke liye.

[sushilt20]

Nice update