[Imaamit]

Amazing plan chal raha hai.

[exbiixossip2]

pranali ke bare me batao

[Joker44]

Soham ghar laut aaya tha—andar se poora raat ka weight leke, lekin bahar se ek shaant pati ka mask pehne hue. Haveli ke sab log so rahe the. Ghar mein ek eeri si shanti thi… sirf clock ki tik-tik aur uske jooton ki halki awaaz.

Bedroom ka darwaza khula. Pranali bed pe leti thi, apni usual side mein, ek haath thoda bahar latakta hua, aur aankhon ke aas paas halka sa laalpan... jaise aansuon ka nishaan ho.
Soham kuch nahi bola.
Woh bas quietly uske paas gaya, apne shoes nikale, aur uske side se bed mein ghus gaya. Dheere se, bina usse jagaye, uske piche se uski kamar pakad kar usse hug kiya—apna sar uske baalon mein chhupa liya. Woh ek moment ke liye saans lena bhool gaya.
Pranali ne halki movement ki. Woh poori nahi jagi thi, bas neend ke us daayre mein thi jahan dil truth bolta hai par dimaag censor nahi karta.
Usne dheere se apne haathon se Soham ko feel kiya… aur fir bina kuch soche, rotate hokar uske gale lag gayi.
Tight. Jaise koi toofan ke baad jhaad pakadta hai.
Pranali (sleepy, whisper mein):
"Love… I love you… so so much…"
Soham ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas apni aankhon ko band kiya… aur uss raat ke saare jism, paisa, plan… sab kuch ek pal ke liye bhool gaya. Uski baahon mein ab woh aurat thi jiske emotions real the. Aur jiske bharose ko todna... plan ka hissa tha.
Par us waqt, woh sirf ek pati tha… aur woh sirf ek tooti-biwi jo samajhti thi uski baahon mein hi uski duniya hai.
Chaadar ke neeche sirf ek jism ka garmapan nahi tha… ek sach tha, jo ab jhooth se lipta hua tha.




Naye din ki subah, ek nayi chaadar ke saath ugi. Pranali ki aankhein khuliin, kuch seconds tak woh bas ceiling ko dekhti rahi—jaise uss safed uparwale canvas pe raat ka sab kuch dobara chal raha ho. Par phir... usne aankhon se ek baar blink kiya, aur poore jazbaat ko andar dafn kar diya.

Woh uth gayi, silently, aur ghar ki wo pativrata bahu wali routine chalu ho gayi—jaise kal raat koi bhoot tha jo sirf neend mein aata hai.
Kitchen mein woh apron baandh kar khadi thi, chulhe pe tawa garm ho raha tha. Paratha banaate waqt uske haath automatic chal rahe the—mind kahin aur tha. Piche se Aryan bhaagta hua aaya.

Aryan (giggling):

"Mumma! Aaj mujhe chocolate wali roti chahiye!"

Pranali (fake bright smile ke saath):

"Aaj meri jaan ko sab milega. Chocolate bhi, roti bhi aur kiss bhi!"

Usne Aryan ko utha liya, uske cheek pe kiss kiya aur usse hug kiya. Woh maa thi—aur maa banne mein kabhi break nahi lagta, chahe raat ka guilt kitna bhi bhari ho.

Soham living room mein akhbar le kar baitha tha, lekin uske aankhon ke kone se woh Pranali ko quietly observe kar raha tha. Jaise woh khud haar gaya ho apne hi chaal mein, jab usne dekha ki yeh aurat jise usne tod diya... woh aaj bhi sab kuch jod ke chal rahi hai.

Soham (casual tone mein):

"Tumhari aankhon mein thakaan hai… sab thik hai?"

Pranali (without missing a beat, dahi ka tadka lagate hue):

"Haan, bas neend kam hui kal. Aryan ne raat ko do baar jagaya."

Soham kuch nahi bola. Woh reason usse zyada jaanta tha.

Sasumaa kitchen ke pass aayi, smiling:

"Beta, aaj toh poore ghar mein khushboo chhayi hai. Bahut achha laga tumhara bana khana."

Pranali (sweetly):

"Aap sab ke liye toh roz mann se banati hoon, maa ji."

Sab kuch perfect lag raha tha. Ghar ke har kone mein wohi Pranali thi—banker, maa, bahu, biwi. Jo nahi tha, woh tha uske andar ka toofan, jise usne masterfully chhupa liya tha.

Usne tiffin pack kiya, Aryan ko kiss kiya, Soham se aankh milaayi... ek second ke liye guilt phir se aankhon mein ubhar aaya, lekin usne woh bhi blink kar ke bhaga diya.

Pranali (softly):

"Main bank ja rahi hoon. Shaam ko jaldi aa jaungi."

Soham (watching her go):

"Haan... apna khayal rakhna."

Narration (her inner voice):

"Munna... teen baar maang chuka hai. Usne kaha tha teen favors… ab khatam. Ab woh disturb nahi karega. Ab sab normal ho jaayega... hona hi chahiye."
Par uski chaal mein jo ek extra thehraav tha… woh dikh raha tha. Jaise har kadam pe woh yaad dilaa raha ho—normal kabhi normal nahi hota… jab andar kuch mar gaya ho.


AC ki halki humming, keyboard ke taps, aur customers ke soft murmurs ke beech... Pranali Sharma apne desk pe baithi thi. Saree perfectly pleated, hair tied in a neat bun, spectacles perched on her nose—poori tarah se ek disciplined banker. Lekin andar… andar sab kuch ulta chal raha tha.

Woh file ke pages palat rahi thi, lekin aankhon ke saamne kuch aur hi tasveerin dikh rahi thi—Munna Tripathi ka chehra, uska wild smirk, aur woh dominant raat... jisme usne usse tod diya tha, fir jod diya... apne hisaab se.

Tabhi phone vibrate hua—Shubha Kubal calling.

Pranali ne deep breath li, aur call receive kiya.

Pranali (low voice):

"Haan Shubha… bol."

Shubha (playful tone):

"Mirzapur ki malika bank mein bethi hai ya ab bhi Munna ke raat wale thought mein khoi hai?"

Pranali ki ungli file ke ek corner pe ruki, thodi kas gayi.

Pranali (sharply):

"Shubha… please. Bank mein hoon."

Shubha (laughs):

"Haan, bank mein toh ho... par kya mann bhi wahi hai? Ya abhi bhi yaad aa raha hai jab usne tujhe table pe uthake—"

Pranali (interrupting, whispering, flustered):

"Shubha! Band kar na… tu jaanti hai main kya feel kar rahi hoon."

Shubha (soft, seductive teasing):

"Haan jaanu, sab jaanti hoon. Usne tujhe waise chhua jaisa tujhe Soham ne kabhi nahi chhua hoga… tum moan kar rahi thi uske naam se… aur tujhe dard bhi pasand aa raha tha, na?"

Pranali ki aankhon mein guilt ki lehar uth gayi, par uske thighs ek dusre ke against press ho gaye, jaise kuch andar se response de raha ho.

Uski aankhon ke saamne flashback chalu ho gaya—

Munna, apne kamar pakad ke use wall se jor se takraata, ek haath se uska gale pakde hue, dusre se blouse ke andar jaata…

“Tu sirf mera maal hai, samjhi?”

Aur woh… chup thi. Hilti thi. Bhigti thi.

Moaning. Submitting. Wanting it, despite everything.

Pranali (whispering, eyes moist):

"Main buri aurat nahi hoon, Shubha… main sirf... uss pal mein kamzor ho gayi thi."

Shubha (softer now):

"Tum kamzor nahi thi, Pranu… bas Munna zyada strong tha. Par yaad rakh—tumne kaha tha teen baar. Ab khatam. Ab Munna khud peeche hatega, right?"

Pranali ne aankh band karke sir hilaaya. Par andar ek aur sawaal uth raha tha—“Kya Munna jaise aadmi kabhi peeche hat-te hain?”

Phone cut hua. Pranali ne aankh kholi. Ek customer ke sign lene ka kaam tha, par haath thoda kaanp raha tha.
Woh banking kar rahi thi… lekin dil ab bhi Munna ke talon mein pada tha.

Roti ka last tukda Aryan ki plate mein jaa chuka tha, uska muh daal mein liptawa, aur uske cute haathon se chutney ke designs table pe ban rahe the. Pranali thoda hassi, thoda thak gaye expression ke saath plates uthaa rahi thi.

Tabhi Soham, ek casual tone mein, jaise koi random update de raha ho, bol padta hai:
Soham:

"Arey haan... yaad aaya. Iss Saturday ko mere college ka dost hai, Sharad—Jonpur mein rehta hai. Uska phone aaya tha, dinner pe bula raha tha. Bahut dino baad milenge."

Pranali ne ek second ke liye hand stop kiya, naam sunte hi kuch trigger hua. Sharad… Jonpur… wohi Sharad jiska naam Munna ke aas paas ghoomta tha. Uska mann andar se tight ho gaya, lekin usne kuch nahi bola.

Soham (casually continuing):

"Ek din ruk ke aayenge. Thoda change bhi ho jaayega. Tu kuch acha pehen lena... tu waise bhi jab ready hoti hai na, toh bas kya hi kahu..."

Usne flirt karte hue wink kiya.

Pranali (force smile ke saath):

"Hmm… kya pehen lun? Saree chalegi ya kuch aur?"

Soham (shrugging):

"Jo tujhe acha lage, par classy lagna chahiye. Sharad ke ghar mein proper log milenge. Tumhari wali graceful saree pehn lena... jo pehli baar Delhi wale function mein pehni thi, yaad hai?"

Pranali bas lightly muskurayi, lekin andar se kuch ulta hone laga tha. Usse yaad tha Sharad ka naam Munna ke saath kaise juda tha. Uska dil keh raha tha—yeh sirf dinner nahi hai. Yeh koi aur chaal ho sakti hai.

Usne plate wash karte waqt khud se bola:

“Sharad Shukla... Jonpur... dinner nahi hai yeh. Yeh trailer hai trip ke pehle. Aur agar Munna wahan hua… toh main bhi tayyar hoon.”
Us raat, usne apni almirah kholi. Saree nikali—vohi graceful, elegant silk wali. Lekin blouse tight fit wala choose kiya. Aankhon mein kajal thoda gehra socha. Yeh dar ke liye nahi… yeh warning dene ke liye tha.



Sunrise ne Mirzapur ki galliyon ko halka sona sa rang diya tha, lekin Pranali Sharma ke kamre mein ek aur hi glow tha. Aaj woh tayyar ho rahi thi—ek “casual dinner” ke liye, lekin uske liye yeh ek armor wearing ritual tha.

Woh almirah ke samne khadi thi, usne vohi saree nikali thi jo kabhi ek Delhi ke elegant function mein pehni thi—Royal blue silk, deep back-cut blouse, golden zari border. Saree ka kapda thoda heavy tha, lekin jab usne usse pehna, toh woh ek queen jaisi lag rahi thi—ek aise queen jo battle ke liye ja rahi ho.
Blouse thoda tight tha, jisme uska upper body ka graceful curve clearly ubhar ke aa raha tha. Deep back ke neeche usne golden dori bandhi thi, jisme thode moti latak rahe the. Her waist was perfectly hugged by the pallu fold, and her round hips moved with just the right sway when she walked.

Usne apne baal loose chhode, ek taraf se pin kiya, aur aankhon mein kajal deep rakha. Chashma ab bhi tha… but that just made her look sharper—like a beautiful weapon.

Soham (entering the room, whistling):

"Wow... tum toh full Maharani lag rahi ho aaj. Lagta hai Sharad tujhe dekhte hi flat ho jaayega."
Pranali ne halki smile di, par uske andar kuch aur hi chal raha tha. Woh ready thi… har nazar, har comment, aur har silent threat ko face karne ke liye.

As they approached, Pranali ki aankhon ke saamne Sharad Shukla ki haveli aayi—ek shaandar, heritage-style mansion, jiska ek-ik pillar, ek-ik jharokha status aur influence ka symbol tha. Mirzapur ke simple homes se bilkul alag.

Pranali ki aankhon ne thoda widen hua, she couldn't help but whisper to Soham:
Pranali (low tone):

"Yeh ghar… itna bada? Sharad sirf tumhara dost hai ya koi king hai Jonpur ka?"

Soham (chuckling):

"Told you na, pura legacy wala banda hai. Thoda purana style ka, but full power mein."

Gaadi rukti hai. Door open hota hai.

Aur saamne… Sharad Shukla khud. Kurta-pajama mein, light stole dale, lekin aankhon mein woh usual Jonpuri arrogance. Par jaise hi uski nazar Pranali pe padti hai… uska expression ek second ke liye freeze ho jaata hai.

Woh aankh bhar ke dekhta hai—pehle uske chehre ko, phir uski aankhon mein chhupi ek unsaid warning ko… phir dheere se uski nazar neeche jaati hai. Pallu ke neeche se jo waistline aur blouse ka deep curve dikh raha tha, us par rukti hai. Uski aankhon mein ek raw hunger ka flicker aata hai—lekin woh turant usse mask kar leta hai.

Sharad (slight smirk ke saath):

"Arey wah, Soham… tumhari choice toh… kamaal hai. Welcome to Jonpur. Haveli mein pehli baar koi itni shaan se aaya hai."

Pranali (confidently):

"Shaan sirf kapdon mein nahi hoti, Sharad ji. Nazar ka fark hota hai."

Sharad ek pal ke liye uski aankhon mein direct dekhta hai. Woh line sunke thoda surprise hota hai—yeh koi easy prey nahi thi.

Soham (laughing):

"Chalo andar chalte hain, khaana bhi ready hoga."

Sharad unhe andar le jaata hai… lekin uski nazar baar-baar Pranali ke peechhe hilti kamar par, aur uske blouse ke nange back pe padti rehti hai. Pranali sab mehsoos karti hai—aur uska har kadam, uski har chaal, sirf ek message de rahi thi:
"Aaj jo dekh rahe ho, uske kareeb aana asaan nahi hai, Sharad."


Haveli ke dining hall mein ek royal dinner set-up tha—white tablecloth, brass cutlery, silver thalis, aur aangan ke kone mein ek slow-burning ittar diffuser, jo hawa mein ek lavender-sandalwood ka heavy mix ghola hua tha.

Pranali, Soham, and Sharad ke alawa 2-3 aur guests the—local political faces, friendly smiles ke peeche agendas chhupaye hue. Sab log casual talks mein busy the, lekin Sharad ka focus ek jagah tha—Pranali Sharma.
Woh uske saamne nahi, diagonally left mein baitha tha—perfect angle jahan se woh uski saree ke folds, blouse ka deep back, aur uska calm but alert chehra clearly dekh sakta tha.

Sharad (smiling, pouring wine for others):

"Aur Pranali ji… suna hai Mirzapur ke bank mein aapka kaafi naam hai. Bahut hi graceful banker ho aap."

Pranali (with a poised smile):

"Shukriya. Kaam ko serious lena padta hai jab logon ka paisa zimmedaari ho."

Sharad (leaning slightly forward, voice smooth):

"Zimmedaari toh bahut cheezon ki hoti hai… kabhi paison ki, kabhi rishton ki… kabhi khud ke secrets ki."

Uska tone halka tha, magar lafzon ke niche ek thanda zehar tha. Pranali ki nazar uske aankhon mein gayi. Woh samajh gayi—Sharad indirectly reference de raha tha us raat ka, us deal ka, Munna ko.

Soham, happily munching beside, bilkul clueless. Baaki guests bhi laugh kar rahe the. Koi bhi nahi samajh raha tha ki Sharad ek mental chess khel raha tha.

Sharad (light chuckle ke saath):

"Aap jaanti ho, Pranali ji… aap jaise log kaam ke alawa bhi kaafi impactful hote hain. Aapke presence se... khaas logon ke decisions badalte hain."

Pranali ke haath ne glass thoda tight pakad liya. Uska chehra composed tha, lekin andar se ek ek word uske nerves ke strings kheench raha tha. Sharad ki tone, uska expression—ek calculated calmness thi, jisme wo use slowly manipulate kar raha tha, sabke samne… bina kisi ko samjhe.

Pranali (soft, direct tone):

"Main bas apna kaam karti hoon, Sharad ji. Kisi ke decisions pe asar daalna mera intention kabhi nahi hota."

Sharad (smiling deeper):

"Niyat aur asar mein farq hota hai, Pranali ji. Aapki niyat seedhi ho sakti hai... par asar toh zarur pada hai… kisi pe."

Usne ek sip li wine ka, aur aankhon se clearly Munna ka naam bina liye mention kar diya.

Pranali ka gala sookh gaya tha. Woh jhuki, paani uthaya… lekin aankhen Sharad par se nahi hati.

Sharad relaxed tha, charming tha, warm bhi tha… lekin uski har line, har compliment, ek invisible leash ki tarah thi—jo woh dheere dheere Pranali ke mental space pe kas raha tha.

Aur sab log, including Soham, bas uski sophistication aur mehmaan-nawaazi ke charm mein kho gaye the.

Pranali (mind voice):
"Yeh dinner nahi hai… yeh ek silent interrogation hai. Aur mujhe har line samajhni hai… warna main phir se ek plan ka pawn ban jaungi."

Night had settled heavy over the sprawling haveli. Dim yellow lanterns flickered softly in the corridors, casting long shadows. Somewhere, a koel cried in the distance. The world was quiet… but inside, the real noise had just begun.

Soham and Sharad were sitting in the open veranda of the haveli, a vintage decanter of whiskey between them. The glasses clinked softly, the mood relaxed—on the surface.

Pranali stepped out of the hall, now moving toward the guest room. Her saree still perfectly dbangd, but now a soft sway had come into her hips, her ass swaying gently with every step. Her backless blouse tied delicately with doris, and her figure still held the commanding elegance from dinner.

Sharad’s eyes followed her, intense and fixed.

Sharad (with a low whistle):

"Yaar... baat toh sahi hai. Yeh maal hi aisa hai ki Munna pagal ho gaya ispe. Ab toh... main bhi thoda behka hoon."

Soham (smirking, relaxed):

"Biwi hai meri, bhool gaya kya?"

Sharad (laughing softly, but cold):

"Pata hai... par Munna bhi toh le raha hai na. Toh main kyun peeche rahoon?"

Soham leaned back, took a long sip, eyes still on the whiskey swirling in his glass.

Soham (calmly):

"Tune mujhe promise kiya tha—Mirzapur tere naam karne ke badle 100 crore... tu de raha hai woh paise."

Sharad (leaning in, voice low):

"De raha hoon. Par ab… aur bhi dena chahta hoon."

Soham (turning to look at him, eyebrows slightly raised):

"Aur? Kitna?"

Sharad (serious, no smile now):

"10 crore aur. Add kar le deal mein."

Soham laughed—dry, slow.

"Majak mat kar, Sharad."

Sharad (with absolute cool):

"Main serious hoon. Tujhse nahi… usse chahiye. I want her. Jaise Munna ne liya… main bhi chahta hoon."

Soham (eyes narrowing, slowly):

"Zabardasti nahi chalegi."

Sharad:

"Of course. Agar woh haan bole… toh fir sab allowed hai. Use jaise chaho, waisa use kar. Par meri ek condition hai—woh khud se haan bole."

Soham ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekha. Kuch seconds ke liye ek ajeeb sa cold understanding beech mein chhaya raha.

Soham (leaning in, whispering):

"You can use her... lekin yaad rakh—I owe her. Uska dard, uski muskaan… sab mera haq hai. Tu bas apni game khel. Agar tu jeet gaya… toh mal bhi tera."

Sharad smiled darkly. He knew what that meant.

Aurat ek deal ban chuki thi… aur dono players ready the.

Upar guest room mein, Pranali quietly lay on the bed—still in saree, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
She had no idea… ki ek aur aukat nikalne ka sauda abhi-abhi hua hai.

Suraj ki roshni abhi poori tarah se andar nahi ghusi thi. Haveli ka aangan thanda tha, aur hawaa mein stillness thi—jaise sab kuch ruk gaya ho, par kisi pal mein kuch phat padne wala ho.

Pranali bathroom se fresh hoke nikal rahi thi, abhi tak apni saree mein hi thi—lekin blouse ke hooks peeche band nahi hue the. Ek haath se pallu sambhalti, dusre se baal kholti ja rahi thi. Vo guest room ke saamne wale veranda mein thoda fresh air lene chali gayi.
Tabhi…

Sharad Shukla, poore se tyaar, white kurta aur chashma lagaye, silently us corridor mein aa gaya. Usne door se hi Pranali ko dekha—uski open back, dheere se hilta pallu, aur neck ke paas girti baalon ki laayak rangoli.

Woh kuch seconds ke liye sirf usse dekhte raha.

Phir, woh bina awaz ke paas gaya. Usne jaan bujhkar aise kadam rakhe ke Pranali uski aahat na sun sake. Jab woh uske just peeche aaya, tabhi usne soft tone mein bola:

Sharad (halki awaz mein):

“Subah ki hawa se zyada tazgi aaj tum mein hai.”

Pranali ek jhatke se thoda hilli, lekin turant composed ho gayi. Usne shoulder ke upar dekha, aur uski aankhon mein wohi guarded calmness thi.

Pranali (flat tone):

"Sharad ji, subah subah yeh shabdon ka wazan zyada nahi lagta?"

Sharad (soft laugh):

"Tum pe toh koi bhi lafz halka nahi lagta… tum khud itni gehri ho. Munna toh seedha doob gaya tha tum mein."

Pranali ki aankhon mein ek second ke liye jhalak aayi—anger? disgust? hurt?—lekin usne control kiya.

Pranali (coldly):

"Mujhe laga tha aap sophisticated hain. Shayad mera andaza galat tha."

Sharad ek kadam aur paas aaya, ab dono ke beech sirf ek halka sa breeze tha. Usne Pranali ke khule blouse ke doriyon ko dekha, aur phir aankhon se uska chehra scan kiya.

Sharad (low, intimate voice):

"Main sirf woh chahta hoon… jo Munna ka ho chuka hai. Farak bas yeh hai… main tujhe todne nahi, mehsoos karne aaya hoon."

Pranali ne thoda pallu tight kiya, aankhon mein ek sharp spark aaya.

Pranali:

"Main koi cheez nahi hoon, Sharad ji. Na Munna ki… na kisi aur ki. Aur jo cheez ek baar tutti hai, woh ya toh bikhar jaati hai… ya fir vaar karti hai."

Sharad uski aankhon mein ek second extra ruk gaya… aur tabhi hall se Soham ki awaaz aayi:

"Pranu! Breakfast ke liye aa jao!"

Pranali seedhi ho gayi, ek pal mein apne saree ke pallu ko secure kiya, aur Sharad ko dekhe bina seedhe nikal gayi.
Sharad wahi khada raha, lips pe ek smile—wo wali smile jo hunter ko hoti hai jab shikaar zakhmi ho jaaye, lekin bhaga nahi.

Soham thakan se choor ho chuka tha, aur jaise hi ghadi ne 11 bajaye, woh apna phone side mein rakhkar mehmaan kamre ke palang pe so gaya. Uske saath Pranali nahi thi. She needed air. Or perhaps, a release… from the pressure building inside her for weeks.

Sharad courtyard mein tha, ek candle lamp ke paas—white kurta mein, haathon mein ek whiskey glass, aur aankhon mein woh hi usual softness jisme dafn hoti thi cold strategy.
Pranali aayi, pallu tight kiya, lekin aaj uski chaal mein utni rigidity nahi thi. She was still guarded, but less stiff—like someone tired of carrying silence.

Sharad (gentle smile):

"Neend nahi aayi?"

Pranali (slowly):

"Thoda sa… hawa lene chali aayi."

Sharad:

"Hawa toh yahaan ki bahut tez hai, Pranali ji. Mirzapur ho ya Jonpur, dono jagah... kuch na kuch uda ke le jaati hai."

Woh thoda hansi. Pehli baar usne Sharad ke saamne thoda relax kiya. Dono ek chhoti si bench par baithe, candle ke soft light mein.

Sharad (after a pause, noticing her silence):

"Aap theek ho? Aaj kal… jaise kuch dabaa dabaa sa lagta hai aap mein. Kya koi pareshaani hai?"

Pranali, thodi der tak chup rahi. Uska chehra soft light mein aur zyada thaka, aur zyada vulnerable lag raha tha.

Pranali (softly, eyes down):

"Kabhi kabhi… kisi se kuch kehna mushkil ho jaata hai. Aisa lagta hai… bol doge toh sab toot jaayega. Aur nahi bologe toh khud andar se tut jaaoge."

Sharad:

"Munna se judi hui baat hai?"

Pranali ka dil ek second ke liye thama. She didn’t react sharply, just looked up at him—shocked, but curious.

Pranali:

"Aapko... kaise—?"

Sharad (smirking lightly, but calmly):

"Pranali ji, main Jonpur ka hoon. Aur Mirzapur door nahi hai. Yahaan har gali ke kone mein aankhen hain. Har mudde pe zubaan chalti hai. Munna Tripathi ka kisi aurat mein itna interest ho… aur log notice na karein? Impossible."

Pranali (tense):

"Main ne kuch nahi kiya... usne—"

Sharad (raising hand, interrupting softly):

"Relax. Main judge nahi kar raha. Main bas keh raha hoon… mujhe pata hai. Sab kuch nahi… lekin itna ki aap kis dard se guzar rahi ho, samajh sakta hoon."

Pranali ki aankhon mein paani tha, lekin usne rok liya. She didn’t confess sleeping with Munna, but uski aankhon mein woh guilt tha jo lafzon mein nahi, sirf chehre mein dikhayi deta hai.

Sharad (after a long pause):

"Aap chaaho toh main kisi se kuch nahi kehunga. Lekin agar kabhi mann kare… toh aap mujhse keh sakti ho. Mujhe aapki muskaan waapas dekhni hai. Woh asli wali… jo dil se nikle, acting se nahi."
Pranali uski taraf dekhti hai—pehli baar uski aankhon mein fear ke alawa thoda comfort bhi hota hai. Woh confuse thi… par is waqt, usse laga ki Sharad usse “samajh” raha hai. Aur woh feeling uske guilt ko kuch seconds ke liye halka kar gayi.

Candles ab dhundhla chuki thi, aur haveli ke har kone mein ek sannata tha—lekin us bench pe, jahan Pranali aur Sharad baithe the, wahan dil ki dhadkanon ki awaz sabse unchi thi.

Pranali ki aankhon mein thakan thi, par us raat, uski ruh se zyada uska guilt bolne ko tadap raha tha. And she finally let it out—jaise saalon se bhari baat ek achanak dhoop mein pighalne lagi ho.
Pranali (soft, breaking voice):

"Main toot chuki thi, Sharad… ek aisa waqt tha jab mujhe laga main sirf ek zinda body hoon… jisme apna kuch bacha hi nahi. Kisi aur ki marzi, kisi aur ke faisle… main bas react karti rahi."

Sharad chup tha. Uska chehra serious, aankhon mein ek aisi understanding jisme koi judgment nahi tha.

Pranali (continuing, tears brimming):

"Main chahti thi ki sab normal ho… ki main firse maa, biwi, bahu ban jaun… par andar kuch khatam ho gaya hai. Aur sabse bura? Main yeh Soham ko nahi keh sakti. Agar use pata chala… toh woh mujhe chor dega. Woh toot jaayega. Aur main use bhi nahi khona chahti."

Uski awaz phisli, aur woh ek second ke liye jhuk gayi. Sharad ne dheere se apna haath uske shoulder pe rakha. Na chhedne wala, na bechain karne wala—bas ek “main hoon” wala touch.

Pranali ne pehli baar kisi ke shoulder pe sir rakha—na Munna ka, na Soham ka… par Sharad ka. Aur jaise us moment mein usne ek pal ke liye khud ko kisi ke saamne vulnerable hone diya.

Pranali (muffled against his shoulder):

"Please… yeh sab sirf yahin tak rahe. Yeh raaz kisi aur tak na jaye. Main nahi chahti yeh mujhse koi aur cheen le… jo thoda bacha hai mere andar."

Sharad (softly):

"Main kisi se kuch nahi kahunga, Pranali. Tere har aansu ka raaz, mera waada hai."

Ek long silence hua. Sirf raat ke insects ki awaaz, thoda door se ghanti ka halki si chhan-chhan. Sharad uske saath wahi bench pe raha, bina kisi intention ke—at least dikhane ke liye.

Phir, thoda halke mood mein, usne bola:

Sharad (grinning):

"Waise… agar tu politician hoti, toh tu vote nahi… poori parliament jeet jaati. Itni powerful emotional speeches... mujhe toh turant Vishwas Gandhi bana diya tune."

Pranali (snorting through tears):

"Kya bakwaas!"

Uski hansi chhup gayi, par ek halka sa laugh nikal gaya. Woh pehli baar hasi thi… dil se. Thoda shaky, thoda confused, lekin real.

Sharad uski aankhon mein dekhta raha—aur is baar, usne sirf ek baat sochi:
"Yeh aurat ab sirf kisi ki biwi nahi hai… yeh Mirzapur ka raasta ban sakti hai. Mujhe yeh chahiye—sirf control ke liye nahi, taqat ke liye."


Haveli mein dhoop filtered ho kar aangan ke patharon par chhant rahi thi. Ghar mein halka sa sukoon tha—ek aakhri shaanti jaise tufaan se pehle.

Pranali aaj thodi alag lag rahi thi. Pehli baar, usne ek aisi saree pehni thi jo bold bhi thi, aur graceful bhi—a deep maroon chiffon saree, sleeveless blouse, blouse ka cut sharp tha, pallu ek taraf se neatly tucked, exposing just enough of her waist and collarbone to make someone forget their thoughts for a moment.
Woh khud ko mirror mein dekh kar ek pal ke liye ruki thi. “Sharad ke saamne thoda zyada ho gaya kya?”

But phir usne sir hilaya.

“Nahi. Main ab apne comfort ke hisaab se kapde pehnungi. Bas.”

Sharad baahar veranda mein tha, ek book le kar. Jaise hi uski nazar Pranali pe padhi—uska page turn karte haath thoda ruk gaya.

Usne usse top se le kar neeche tak dekha—blouse ke sharp arm cuts, uski kamar ke curve tak jaata pallu, aur saaf dikhta neckline. Ek second ke liye uski nazar uske midriff se thodi neeche ruki, aur phir turant wapas chehre tak gayi—lekin Pranali ne pakad liya tha.

Uska gala halki si blush mein rang gaya. Ek flutter, ek thap-thap dil ke andar. Woh Sharad ko dekhti rahi, confused… kyun woh nazar itni personal lag rahi thi… aur phir bhi thoda achha kyu laga?

Sharad (smiling, trying to be casual):

"Yeh saree… kaafi different hai. Tum usually aise color pehenti ho kya?"

Pranali (light laugh):

"Special nahi… bas mood thoda light tha. Trip ke pehle ka aakhri peaceful din hai na."

Sharad (closing his book, leaning back):

"Light mood ho toh insaan ka asli version bahar aata hai. Mujhe lagta hai aaj main asli Pranali se mil raha hoon."

Pranali (teasing):

"Toh pehle wali fake thi?"

Sharad (playful):

"Fake nahi… guarded. Tumhari aankhon mein aaj woh halka-pan hai jo pehle sirf guilt se dhaka rehta tha. Tum ab khud se baat karne lagi ho."

Pranali muskurayi. Woh iss baat ko lightly lena chahti thi, lekin Sharad ka har lafz uske andar kuch chhed raha tha. Woh flirt kar raha tha, par ek refined tareeke se. Touch ki zarurat nahi thi—nazaron aur lafzon ka game chal raha tha.

Sharad (leaning forward slightly):

“Waise… agar tum Rajasthan mein bhi aise hi kapde pehnogi… toh Munna Tripathi toh seedha dil haar baithenga.”

Pranali (blushing deeper):

“Main kapde apne comfort ke liye pehenti hoon, impress karne ke liye nahi.”

Sharad (smirking):

“Par tumhare comfort mein bhi… kitni distraction chhupi hoti hai.”

Us line pe Pranali ne usse dekha—seedha aankhon mein. Kuch seconds ke liye silence tha, but it wasn’t awkward. It was charged.

Woh uth gayi, thoda smile karte hue—jaise woh bhi game samajh gayi ho, aur ab participate kar rahi ho.

Pranali (walking away):

“Main lunch ready karne ja rahi hoon. Aap distract hone se bachein… warna bhookh se zyada kuch aur lag jayegi.”

Sharad uske jaane ke baad uska pallu hilta hua dekhta raha… aur bas itna bola:
“Is baar... Munna ka dil nahi, main jeetne aaya hoon.”
.
Raat bahut shant thi. Haveli ke bangle mein sirf slow breeze aur lamp ki halki si roshni thi. Kal subah Pranali aur Soham ko Mirzapur wapas jaana tha. Packing ho chuki thi, Aryan so chuka tha, Soham whisky pee kar bed mein thak ke soya pada tha.

Pranali, ek soft cotton ki printed saree mein, hall se kitchen ke taraf ja rahi thi—bas paani lene ke liye. Lekin tabhi corridor ke ek mod pe Sharad se takra gayi—literal collision.
Sharad (steadying her by the arms):

"Aah… sambhal jao, Pranali ji. Lag toh nahi gaya?"

Pranali ka haath uske chest se takra gaya tha, aur Sharad ka haath abhi bhi uski kamar ko hold kiye hua tha—accidental, but oddly intimate.

Pranali (slightly flustered, breathing short):

"Nahi… main theek hoon… bas thoda jhatka laga."

Sharad ne haath dhire se chhoda, lekin uske fingers thodi der tak Pranali ki skin pe ruke. Woh moment frozen tha. Aankhon se aankhon mili, kuch seconds tak silence raha.

Sharad (soft voice):

"Kal tum ja rahi ho… aur pata nahi phir kab milna ho. Tumne mere haveli mein ek alag roshni chhodi hai."

Pranali (nervous laugh):

"Aap bhi na, bas baatein banana jaante hain."

Sharad (taking a slow step forward):

"Nahi… main sirf woh bolta hoon jo aankhon se dikh raha hai. Tum khubsurat ho… lekin tumhari saari khubsurti tumhari thakaan, tumhari himmat, aur tumhare guilt ke peeche chhupi hai. Mujhe woh poora insaan dikh raha hai… aur shayad… woh mujhe pasand aane laga hai."

Pranali shocked thi. She didn’t know how to react. Sharad ne kuch nahi bola, bas dheere se ek step aur aage badhkar… uska chehra apne kareeb le aaya.

Aur phir—ek halki, chori si kiss. Not forced. Not wild. Just a soft press of lips, more emotional than lustful.

.



Aur shockingly, Pranali ne ek second ke liye resist nahi kiya. Shayad woh moment mein kho gayi thi… ya phir woh comfort jo Sharad ne pichle kuch dino mein diya tha… usne uski guard ko ek pal ke liye gira diya.

Par phir… woh pal chala gaya.

Pranali (suddenly stepping back, breath hitched):

"Sharad… yeh galat tha. Aap… aapko yeh nahi karna chahiye tha."

Sharad (instantly, sincere tone):

"Main… I'm sorry, Pranali. Sach mein. Woh… impulsive tha. Galat tha. Bas… us waqt lagaa ki tumhe bas kisi ka touch chahiye."

Pranali (confused, voice trembling):

"Mujhe kisi ka touch nahi chahiye… mujhe khud ko wapas chahiye."
Woh us moment mein chali gayi, leaving Sharad standing in that soft light, looking at his own hand—jisse usne us raat kuch mehsoos kiya tha, par haasil nahi kar paya.
.
The haveli buzzed with light packing and goodbye energy. Aryan was busy chasing a butterfly in the courtyard, Soham was talking logistics with the driver, and Pranali stood in the main doorway, her suitcase beside her.

Her eyes wandered around the haveli, but her mind was locked in last night’s moment—that soft, unexpected kiss… and the butterfly confusion it had left inside her chest.
Sharad walked out, dressed crisp in his kurta-pajama, hands behind his back, face composed—like nothing had happened.

But as he approached her, the silence between them said otherwise.

Sharad (quietly, only to her):

"Pranali… kal raat… mujhe pata hai woh moment galat tha. But... jo feel hua, woh jhooth nahi tha. Main tumhare liye kuch mehsoos karne laga hoon. Mujhe laga main sirf tumhe samajh raha hoon... par shayad main tumse juda bhi hone laga."

Pranali (looking at him, torn, soft but firm):

"Mujhe bhi... kuch feel hua tha, Sharad. Main jhooth nahi bolungi. Tumhare saath woh do din... kuch alag tha. Shant, sukoon bhara... par woh sukoon guilt ke upar chhaya hua tha."

She paused. Looked away.

Pranali (whispering):
"Main kisi aur ki hoon. Soham mera pati hai. Love marriage thi… khud chuna tha maine use. Us
Pranali corridor mein quietly chal rahi thi, suitcase Soham ne already gaadi mein rakh diya tha. Aryan ne neend mein hi maa ke kandhe pe sir rakh diya tha, aur ghar ke baaki members bye-bye bol rahe the. Sab kuch normal tha. Sab kuch shaant tha.

Lekin andar… ek storm ab bhi unfinished tha.
Sharad, usual calm smile ke saath, entrance ke paas khada tha. Jaise hi Pranali uske paas se nikalne lagi, usne softly kaha:
Sharad (low, sincere voice):
"Pranali… raat ka wo moment… main use ignore nahi kar sakta."
Woh ruki. Saans andar kheechi, par palat gayi.
Pranali (controlled tone):
"Mujhe pata tha aap kuch kahenge."
Sharad:
"Mujhe laga main smart hoon. Game ke liye sab kar raha tha… lekin tumhare saath… kuch moment ke liye game chhoot gaya. Tumhe dekhte hue, woh jo kiss tha… woh bas physical nahi tha. Main... actually felt something."
Pranali (softly, conflicted):
"Sharad… mujhe bhi kuch feel hua. Maybe ek second ke liye… shayad main thak chuki thi, ya lonely thi. Pichle do dino mein… aapka saath... comfortable laga. But..."
She paused, her voice catching.
Pranali:
"Mera aur Soham ka love marriage tha. Maine uske liye sab kuch chhoda tha. Uski biwi hoon main. Agar main kisi aur ke liye wahi feel karne lagun… toh main khud se nazar nahi mila paungi."
Sharad (nodding, gently):
"I understand. I crossed a line. Tumhare liye toh main sirf… shaayad ek chaaya ban gaya hoon us guilt ki jisme tum jeeti ho."
Pranali (looking into his eyes):
"It’s okay. Main samajhti hoon… aap kya kehna chah rahe ho. Par please… don’t do this anymore. Let’s not go there. Woh ek pal tha, aur woh khatam ho chuka hai."
Sharad (soft smile):
"Thik hai. Let’s not go there. But... can we still be friends? Sirf ek dost… jo bina judge kiye kabhi kabhi bas sun sake?"
Pranali thoda hesitant thi… lekin fir halka sa muskuraayi. Woh smile waise thi jaise ek broken wall mein ek chhoti si crack se roshni aati hai.
Pranali (smiling gently):
"Friendship allowed hai. Bas... boundary clear honi chahiye."
Sharad (grinning):
"Boundary meri taraf se pakki hai."
Usne apna phone nikala. Pranali ne kuch seconds socha, phir number type kar diya.
Sharad (as she handed the phone back):
"Vaise… tumhara number toh ab mera favourite contact ban gaya hai."
Pranali (mock stern):
"Sharad!"
Sharad (laughing):
"Friend zone mein flirt allowed hai ya nahi, ye bhi clear kar do!"
Woh dono halki si hansi mein chhup gaye. Par dono ke andar ek naya bond ban chuka tha—jo friendship tha, lekin usmein ek unsaid tension ka layer hamesha rahega.

[arvind274]

Niceup

[arvind274]

Bhai y soham aadmi hai ki anda sala ek k bad ek biwi ko dusro se chudway ja rha

[sushilt20]

Nice update

[Chandan]

great story

[Rinkp219]

Lajawab update

[Joker44]

Ghar lautne ke baad sab kuch usual tha. Aryan ne apni maa ko hug kiya aur seedha dadi ke kamre mein chala gaya. Soham thoda fresh ho ke kitchen ki taraf nikal gaya. Pranali apne bedroom mein aayi, saree ka pallu seedha kiya, aur dressing table pe baith gayi.

Lekin andar ek aag thi.
Uski aankhon ke saamne kal raat ka Sharad ke saath woh pal baar-baar flash ho raha tha—woh chori si kiss, woh gentle touch, us pal ka tension, aur phir khud ko push kar dena. Phir Munna ki wajah dimag mein aayi—uska possessive grip, uski aankhon ka jaddoo. Aur phir, sabse purana, Soham—uska pyaar, uska haq.
Ye sab milke Pranali ke dil dimaag ko ek aisi heat de rahe the, jiska outlet use khud nahi pata tha.
Woh khamoshi se bathroom gayi. Door band kiya, paani ka tap chalu kiya—taaki koi awaaz na sun sake.
Usne saree upar uthayi, blouse ka hook khola. Aaine ke samne apni aankhon mein woh teenon ka reflection dekha—Sharad ki soft, teasing smile… Munna ka dominant andhera… Soham ka caring touch.
Aankhen band ki, saans tez ho gayi. Haath dheere-dheere apni body par chala gaya, ek aisi jagah pe jahan guilt aur pleasure dono ek saath uljhe hue the.
Moans slow thi, kabhi Sharad ke naam pe, kabhi Munna ke thap-thap waale grip pe, aur kabhi Soham ke gentle kiss par.
“Kya ho raha hai mujhe?”
Aankhon se ek aansu nikal aaya, lekin lips pe ek thakeli si smile thi.
Bathroom ke andar sirf paani ki awaaz thi… aur ek aurat ka dil, jisme teen saaye naach rahe the—pyaar, junoon, aur khatra.





Pranali apne room mein aayi thi, dil mein itna kuch chal raha tha ki uska saans lena bhi bhaari lag raha tha. Sharad ka woh passionate kiss, Munna ki yaadein, aur Soham ka pyar—sab kuch ek saath dimag mein ghoom raha tha. Woh heat mein thi, sharm se zyada ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi mehsoos ho raha tha. Bathroom ka door band karke, Pranali ne apni saree dheere dheere upar uthayi, pallu side mein rakh diya, aur blouse ki hook khol di.

Uski sansen tez thi, aankhein adhi band, hothon pe us teeno ke naam—kabhi Munna, kabhi Sharad, toh kabhi Soham. Pranali ne apni fingers apne panties ke andar slide ki, thoda touch karte hi ek sarsaraahat si body mein daud gayi. Chut already wet thi, woh apni middle finger se dheere dheere andar jaane lagi. Pehle toh bas halka halka, lekin jaise jaise uski soch Sharad ke bare mein jaane lagi—uska haath, uska hota hua touch, woh kiss—Pranali ki fingers tez hone lagi.
“Munnnaa…” Pranali ke lips se dheere se nikla, phir “Sharad… Soham…”—naam bhi badalte ja rahe the, speed bhi badh rahi thi. Uski kamar bed par dheere se uth rahi thi, legs aur wide karte hue, woh apni chut ke andar finger ghusa rahi thi, andar-bahar, andar-bahar. Pranali ki body twist ho rahi thi, moaning sounds uski band lips se bahar aa rahi thi, pura ghar shayad sun sakta tha agar dhyan se sune.
Uske mind mein kabhi Munna usko kiss kar raha tha, toh kabhi Sharad uski kamar pakad ke usse pass kheench raha tha, kabhi Soham ka pyaar yaad aata, toh kabhi Sharad ki naughty smile. Usne apni fingers aur andar push ki, thoda circular motion mein move karne lagi, thumb se clit rub karte hue.
Achanak, Pranali ka body ekdam tight ho gaya, legs aur khul gayi, back arch ho gayi, aur ek loud moan ke saath—“Sharad! Munnnaaa!”—usne feel kiya ki chut se ek dam se cum nikal gaya, pure body mein current sa daud gaya, uski breathing heavy ho gayi, aankhein tightly band ho gayi.
Do minute Pranali wahi relaxed padhi rahi, uski fingers ab bhi thodi wet thi, body thak gayi thi, lekin ek sukoon sa mehsoos ho raha tha. Dheere se uth kar usne apna face wash kiya, saree adjust ki, blouse dubara hook kiya, lipstick lagayi, aur apne bal open chhod diye.
Thodi der baad Pranali ekdam normal lag rahi thi, lekin andar se uski heat ab bhi dhimi aag ki tarah jal rahi thi. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar thoda muskuraayi, “Kya ho gaya mujhe,” khud se puchti, lekin jawab nahi tha. Phir confident chaal mein bahar aa gayi, jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho, lekin uski aankhon mein ab bhi woh heat, woh laalima chamak rahi thi.








Pranali ne apne room ka door band kiya, saree thodi sambhali, aur mobile uthakar Shubha ko call milaya. Dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha tha, lekin vo sab kuch Shubha ko bataye bina uska chain nahi tha.
Call jaisi hi connect hui, Shubha ne apne typical chulbuli awaaz mein bola, “Arre Pranali madam! Aaj to itni jaldi yaad aa gayi? Kahin phir se koi haveli adventure toh nahi ho gaya?”
Pranali ek second chupi rahi, phir halki si hansi ke saath boli, “Shubha, tu pagal hai. Lekin haan… kuch aisa hi samajh le. Tujhe pata hai, kal jab hum log Sharad ke haveli pe the, Sharad ne mujhe akele mein baat karne bulaya tha…”
Shubha ek dum se alert, lekin masti mood mein, “Oho… phir kya hua? Ullu banaya ya akele mein pataya? Bata, suspense mat rakh!”
Pranali ne thoda sa blush karte hue, lekin apni emotional state pe control karte hue kaha, “Yaar, pata nahi kya ho gaya tha mujhe. Sharad ne… usne… mujhe kiss kiya. Aur… maine bhi… resist nahi kiya. It was so intense, Shubha! Pura room ghoom raha tha mujhe toh. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha, yeh sab sahi hai ya galat, bas ho gaya…”
Shubha phone ke dusre end se zor se hansi, “Arre wah, Pranali madam! Sharad ki haveli mein romance bhi chal raha hai. Lagta hai Munna ke baad ab Sharad bhi teri wish list mein aa gaya!”
Pranali thoda serious ho gayi, “Arey yaar, mazak mat kar. Soch Munna ko pata chala toh kya hoga? Woh already possessive hai mere liye. Aur Sharad ka toh alag hi swag hai. Soham bhi kuch nahi keh raha, mujhe toh samajh nahi aa raha kya karu.”
Shubha phir se taang khinchte hue, “Aree tu tension na le! Munna agar Mirzapur ka don hai toh Sharad uska competitor hai. Waise bhi, tere fans toh line mein hai—ek taraf Munna, dusri taraf Sharad… Soham toh bass dekh hi raha hai, popcorn leke!”
Pranali hans padi, “Pagal! Tujhe toh har cheez mein comedy dikhni hai. Par sach bata, tujhe Sharad kaisa laga? Matlab… personality, aura, sab kuch?”
Shubha naughty mood mein boli, “Sharad toh ek dum royal category ka item hai, yaar! Height, maturity, woh intense aankhein… lagta hai kahin bhi chandni raat ho, toh ekdum romantic scene banta hai. Dekh, sach bolun toh… tu nahi, toh main try maar deti uspar! Bas tu apna mangalsutra sambhal, main saree ka pallu sambhal lungi!”
Pranali ne apna sar pakad liya, “Tu toh bilkul pagal hai! Chal, bol rahi hoon serious mein. Mujhe guilt bhi ho raha hai par excitement bhi… kya karu?”
Shubha ek second ke liye emotional ho gayi, “Sun Pranali, tu dil se jo chahe kar, bas apna khayal rakh. Emotions control nahi hote, aur kabhi kabhi life mein risk lene bhi chahiye. Bas apna ‘safe word’ yaad rakh—aur agar Sharad se aur kuch advance scene ho toh live commentary de dena, gossip group mein dhamaka ho jayega!”
Dono zor zor se hans padi, thodi der baatein chalti rahi, taang khichai, emotional support aur friendly masti. Pranali ko thoda halka mehsoos hua, jaise apna tension half Shubha pe transfer ho gaya ho.
Shubha last mein boli, “Aree, aage kuch bhi ho, full update chahiye. Aur haan, Munna se bach ke—woh Mirzapur ka Bhaukaal hai, Sharad ka swag sambhal le, baaki drama main sambhal lungi!”
Pranali ne phone cut kiya, thoda confident feel karte hue. Dosto ka support ho toh Mirzapur ki koi haveli bhi conquer kar sakti hai, right?

Shubha ne phone uthaya, dusre end par Soham ka naam flash ho raha tha. Usne ek pal ko socha—yeh toh roz ka ho gaya hai, har raat ki khabar, har raat ka hisaab. Lekin paisa bhi zaroori hai, uske pati ka ilaaj, uski majboori. Thodi der pehle Pranali se baat karke ab uska guilt thoda kam tha, ab toh she was in informer mode.
Soham ne call pick kiya, awaz mein wohi usual boredom, “Bata Shubha, aaj kya nayi masaledaar khabar hai?”
Shubha ne thoda sexy tone mein, lekin professional jaisi, bola, “Bhaiya, aapke Sharad bhaiya ne toh kamaal kar diya aaj. Pranali ko kiss kiya, vo bhi direct lips pe… aur madam ne bhi resist nahi kiya. Aapka plan sahi chal raha hai. Munna ke baad ab Sharad bhi line mein aa gaya.”
Soham ne ek kadvi si hansi hansi, “Accha… toh madam ab Sharad ke liye bhi pighal rahi hai. Mast. Agle hafte Sharad mujhe 10 crore transfer karega. Main abhi powerful ho jaunga, puri Mirzapur main naam ho jayega mera. Pranali toh bas shuruaat hai, aage aur bhi ladkiyaan milengi mujhe.”
Par andar se, ek choti si awaaz keh rahi thi—yeh tum kya kar rahe ho Soham? Pranali… teri biwi hai, teri bachchon ki maa… Maa ki aankhon ka taara… Lekin paison ka nasha, shakti ka junoon, sab pe bhaari pad raha tha. Usne us feeling ko dabaya, jaise hamesha karta hai.
Shubha ne phir halki si sulgi hui aawaz mein pucha, “Aur… aapko aur kuch chahiye toh batao. Aaj Pranali full heat mein thi, Sharad ke bare mein soch ke… main jaanti hoon, aapko aisi details pasand hai…”
Soham ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aayi, “Shubha, tu kamaal hai. Waise bhi… tujhe toh pata hi hai, tujhe paise milenge, par teri body bhi mujhe chahiye kabhi kabhi. Tera pati hospital mein hai, main sambhal lunga. Bas Pranali ki ek ek harkat bata, baaki sab tujhpe.”
Shubha ne apne aap ko mirror mein dekha—kuch saal pehle tak woh sirf ek simple, sanskari aurat thi, ab paise ke liye sab kuch kar rahi hai. Lekin majboori thi, pati ka ilaj, bacchon ki fees. Usne apne hothon pe lipstick lagayi, aur kaha, “Theek hai Soham… sab details milti rahengi. Aaj raat ka appointment bhi yaad hai na?”
Soham ne casual tone mein bola, “Haan haan… tu aa ja. Pranali ki kahani ke saath apni body bhi lekar aa.”
Call cut, Shubha ne aankhon mein thoda aansu mehsoos kiya, lekin fir apne aap se bola—Zindagi sab sikha deti hai, paise ki bhook sab badal deti hai.
Soham ek pal ke liye phone ko dekhta raha—andar guilt tha, lekin vo toh uske ambitions ke neeche daba chuka tha.
Uske liye ab sirf power important thi, baaki sab—pyaar, parivaar, insaniyat—sab paison ke niche kuchla ja chuka tha.
Aur Shubha, ab ek informer, ek sex toy, ek majboor aurat, sirf ek deal ka hissa ban gayi thi.



Munna Tripathi apne dark, luxurious room mein akele baitha tha. Whiskey ka glass haath mein, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi. Pranali ke saath guzaari raat uske dimag mein repeat ho rahi thi—uski khushbu, uska touch, aur sabse zyada—woh moans, jo ab bhi uske kaano mein baj rahe the.
Munna ne phone uthaya, ek dum se uska naam search kiya.
He typed, almost teasing—
“Missing me?”
Message bhej kar Munna ne apne aap ko ek king samjha. Usse pata tha, Pranali aise hi reply nahi karegi—yeh guilt aur passion ka dangerous game tha. Lekin uski aadat ho gayi thi Pranali ki… uska taste ab usse chhut hi nahi raha tha.
Dusri taraf, Pranali apne phone screen pe message dekh ke freeze ho gayi. Uska chehra ekdum stiff, aankhon mein shock, dil mein guilt ka tsunami. Abhi tak Sharad ka scene, apni khud ki feelings, aur upar se Munna ka yeh casual message.
Missing me?
Pranali ka haath phone pe tha, lekin fingers type karne mein jhijak rahi thi. Andar guilt, gussa, aur ek ajeeb si attraction. Par vo reply nahi kar payi. Screen off kar di.
Munna ko pata tha—ye silence ka matlab hai ki vo confuse hai. Usne fir ek aur message bhej diya, is baar aur bold, aur thoda dirty:
“Tumhare moans ab tak kaano mein gunj rahe hain… vo raat kabhi nahi bhool sakta.”
Pranali ki aankhon mein ab irritation aa gayi. Munna ka yeh attitude, uski possessiveness, aur vo baat jaise bas sex pe aa jaye… ab gussa aa gaya usse. Abki baar usne phone uthaya, fingers tight ho gayi screen pe, aur message likha:
“Munna, bas karo. Jo hua galat tha. Mujhe yeh sab yaad dilakar mujhe aur mat girao. Apni life mein aage badhne do, tum bhi move on karo. Mujhe baar baar disturb mat karo. Aur haan, mere moans bhool jao—kyunki ab unki koi value nahi hai.”
Ek pal ke liye Pranali ka anger uski guilt pe bhaari ho gaya. Message bhej ke vo heavy breathing kar rahi thi, aankhen nam thi—nafrat, guilt, aur thoda apne aap pe bhi gussa.
Munna ne message dekha, hansi uske hothon pe thi—
“Jitna bhoolne bologi, utna yaad aati ho, Pranali. This isn’t over yet.”
Pranali phone table pe rakh ke khidki ke paas jaa khadi hui—yeh game abhi khatam nahi hua tha, aur uska dil jaise ek baar phir uljhanon mein phans gaya tha.

Pranali abhi bhi khidki ke paas khadi thi, phone table par phek diya tha. Dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha tha, Munna ke messages ne saari shanti ko aag laga di thi. She felt angry, exposed, almost helpless.
Tabhi phone ka screen fir se blink hua.
Sharad Shukla.
“Awake?”
Pranali ne ek gehri saans li aur phone uthaya. Sharad ka message dekhte hi uske lips pe thoda smile aaya, ajeeb sa comfort mehsoos hua. Sharad ka andaaz hi alag tha—direct, lekin possessive nahi. Uski baaton mein ek mystery thi, ek dum calm, mature energy.
Pranali (reply):
“Haan, neend nahi aa rahi… kuch zyada hi tension ho gaya aaj.”
Sharad (instantly):
“Tension ki wajah main toh nahi?”
End mein ek wink emoji.
Pranali hansi bina nahi rahi,
“Tum ho, par ho bhi nahi. Tumhare saath hoti hoon toh sab kuch ajeeb se normal lagta hai.”
Sharad:
“Normal ya special?”
Pranali ne playfully type kiya,
“Special hi keh lo. Waise tum yeh sab chat pe puchte ho, saamne hota toh kya karte?”
Sharad ka reply kuch seconds baad aaya,
“Saamne hota toh, shayad tumhe sirf dekhta… baaki sab tumhari aankhon mein hi dikh jata hai.”
Pranali ek pal ke liye blush hui, Munna ka gussa dheere dheere melt hone laga. Sharad ki words ne uske dil pe thandi patti rakh di thi.
“Tumhare saath baat karke aaj fir se shaant ho gayi. Thank you, Sharad.”
Sharad:
“Hamesha. Goodnight, Pranali. Sweet dreams. Tumhare sapnon ka rakhwala hoon main.”
Pranali (smiling softly):
“Goodnight, Sharad.”
Phone side mein rakhte hi, Pranali ka gussa, guilt, sab kuch thoda halka ho gaya. Sharad ke simple, confident words mein jaadu tha—aur aaj raat woh pehli baar peacefully so gayi.

Subah ki halki roshni mein Pranali sabse pehle jag gayi thi. Kitchen se masale ki khushboo aa rahi thi, haath mein aata, aankhon mein neend ki halki si jhalak—lekin routine toh routine hai. Kapde dhone se lekar chai banana tak, sab kuch ek dum perfect. Kabhi-kabhi toh lagta tha, woh housewife nahi, ek machine hai.
Tab tak Soham bhi uth chuka tha, ek pal ko Pranali ko dekhta raha—jaise kuch kehna chahta ho, phir chup chaap washroom chala gaya.
Tabhi gate pe horn bajta hai. Door bell ki awaaz se ghar ki saari neend udd gayi. Pranali ne pallu sambhalte hue door khola, toh saamne Munna Tripathi khada tha—smile karta hua, full energy mein, aise jaise koi VIP aaye ho.
“Arey Munna beta!” Soham ke pitaji khush ho kar aage badhe, Munna ko gale laga liya. Soham bhi formal sa smile de kar haath milata hai, “Munna bhaiya, itni subah-subah surprise?”
Pranali ki saas bhi Munna ko pyaar se aashirwad deti hai, “Aa jao beta, chai pi lo. Subah-subah tumhare darshan ho gaye, din safal ho gaya.”
Munna ghar ke andar aata hai, sabka swagat accept karta hai jaise woh ghar ka hi ek hissa ho. Table pe baith kar, halki si casual baat cheet shuru hoti hai. Munna ka charm sab pe bhari pad raha tha.
Phir Munna ne ek serious note pakda, “Actually, ek choti si request thi. Mere business ka ek important kaam hai nearby city mein—kuch accounts check karne hai, bills verify karne hai. Mujhe kisi reliable aur trustworthy aadmi ki zaroorat hai jo finance samjhta ho, aur mere saath ek din ke liye chale. Bas ek din ka kaam hai, sab kuch transparent hai. Ghar ke hi kisi bande pe bharosa karta hoon, isliye yeh baat aapse share ki.”
Pranali thoda confuse thi, lekin gharwale proud feel kar rahe the—Munna jaise aadmi ko in par bharosa hai, toh unki izzat badh rahi thi. Soham ke pitaji ne instantly bola, “Haan beta, humare ghar mein toh Pranali ko accounts ka kaafi gyaan hai, bank mein bhi kaam kiya hai. Agar tumhe chahiye toh Pranali chale jaaye tumhare saath?”
Munna ne ek second Pranali ki taraf dekha—unki aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi.
“Bilkul. Main bhi yahi soch raha tha. Pranali ji ka record sabse best hai. Agar aap sabko theek lage toh bas ek din ke liye main unko le jaata hoon.”
Ghar mein thodi der silent rahi, sab soch rahe the. Pranali ne bhi formally haan mein haan milai, lekin uske andar emotions ka tsunami chal raha tha. Munna ka request simple dikh raha tha, lekin uske piche ki asli kahani sirf Pranali hi samajh sakti thi.
Sab ne milke decide kiya—Pranali jaayegi, aur Munna ka kaam sambhalegi. Munna ne aakhri baar muskurate hue kaha,
“Thank you, sab logon ka. Main promise karta hoon, ek din ke baad Pranali ji waapas safe ghar aa jayengi. Aur haan, main business ki saari responsibility unhi ko deta hoon.”
Ghar mein fir se normal routine shuru ho gaya, lekin Pranali ka dil ab aur bhi restless ho gaya tha—Munna ka plan, Sharad ki baatein, Soham ka attitude, aur apna guilt—sab milke ek nayi kahani shuru karne wale the.


Agli subah Pranali ki neend khuli toh aankhon mein ajeeb sa mix tha—thoda guilt, thoda excitement, thoda sa self-doubt, par sabse zyada ek jazba ki “aaj main apne hisaab se rahungi.” Munna ki baaton ka asar us par tha, lekin usse apni taraf se kamzor dikhna bilkul manzoor nahi tha.
Usne almari kholi aur socha—aaj kuch classy pehnu, lekin Munna ko bhi realize ho ki main ordinary nahi hoon. Usne ek elegant royal blue silk saree nikali, blouse ka cut thoda deep tha, pallu ek dum neat—ek balance of grace and confidence. Light makeup, sindoor ki ek patti, aur halki si red lipstick, bas. Aaj Pranali apne aap ko ek powerful woman jaisa feel karna chahti thi.
Breakfast table par Soham, unka beta, aur saas-sasur already baithe the. Pranali ne normal tareeke se sabko breakfast serve kiya, lekin aankhon mein kuch alag hi confidence tha.
Bahaar Munna ka SUV already gate pe tha, bilkul punctual. Ghar mein thoda hustle hua, Soham ne casual smile di, beta hug karta hai, aur saas-sasur pyar se nazar utarte hai.
Pranali ne muskurate hue, lekin andar ek choti si nervous energy ke saath kaha,
“Main jaldi aa jaungi. Koi chinta mat karna.”
Munna car ke bonnet pe tikke khada tha, sunglasses lagaye hue, Pranali ko ek long, approving look deta hai.
“Ready?”
Ek charming smirk ke saath puchta hai.
Pranali ne sir hilaya, aur ek confident stride ke saath Munna ki car ki taraf badh gayi. Door kholte waqt Munna ne light teasing tone mein kaha,
“Aaj toh lagta hai Miss Mirzapur business contest jeetne aayi ho.”
Pranali ne bhi thoda smile kiya,
“Professional kaam ke liye professional look. Aur waise bhi, aapko competition toh pasand hai na?”
Car mein baithte hi, Munna ne ek pal ke liye Pranali ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein admiration, desire, aur thoda sa challenge bhi tha. Pranali ka pallu shoulder pe set tha, neckline thodi bold, par body language full confidence wali.
Ghar se door, she allowed herself to relax—ek pal ko khidki ke bahar dekhte hue, apne dil ko samjhane ki koshish ki—Main Munna ke liye nahi, apne liye strong hoon. Jo bhi ho, aaj ki script main likhungi.
Car highway pe aage badh gayi, dono ke beech mein raw tension, unsaid attraction, aur ek naye din ki kahani.




Car mein baithte hi, Pranali ne ek deep breath li, jaise apne aap ko control karne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Bahar ki duniya seedhi aur simple thi—road, trees, morning ki halki dhoop. Lekin car ke andar, hawa hi kuch aur thi.
Munna driving seat par tha, ek haath steering pe, dusra window ke paas, casual sa—lekin uski aankhen kabhi kabhi Pranali ki taraf drift kar jaati thi, jaise uski bechaini ko mehsoos kar raha ho.
Pranali khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, lekin dimag mein ek hi scene baar baar repeat ho raha tha—woh raat, Munna ke saath. Uski yaad sirf guilt nahi thi, ek ajeeb si excitement bhi thi jo usne kabhi kisi ke saath mehsoos nahi ki thi. Munna ka touch, uski baaton ka nasha, aur sabse zyada—usne Munna ko kabhi ‘na’ nahi kaha.
She remembered how she melted in his arms, us raat ka junoon, uski moans, aur Munna ka intensity. Us raat ke baad sab kuch badal gaya tha, aur Pranali ab khud ko jhooth nahi bol sakti thi—she did enjoy it. Actually, she had wanted it, chahe apne aap se jitni bhi denial kar le.
Car ki silence mein, Pranali ne khud se pucha,
“Main Munna ko kyu mana nahi kar paayi? Kya tha uski aankhon mein, uske haathon mein, ki main bas beh gayi?”
Ek pal ke liye Munna ne gear change kiya, uski fingers Pranali ke haath ke paas se guzri—electric si current daud gayi body mein. Pranali ne aankhen band ki, lips thoda press kiye, aur khud ko fir sambhalne ki koshish ki.
Munna, jaise uske dil ki baat sun raha ho, ek teasing tone mein bola,
“Aaj itni chup kyu ho, Pranali ji? Woh business wali yaad aayi ya phir… kuch aur?”
Pranali ne aankhen kholi, Munna ki aankhon mein dekha—usne kuch nahi bola, sirf ek halki si muskurahat ke saath face window ki taraf kar liya.
Lekin uski aankhon ki chamak, uske chehre ka laal rang, sab kuch Munna samajh gaya tha—aur shayad Pranali bhi.
Woh raat sirf ek galti nahi thi, ek craving thi jo ab chhup nahi sakti thi.
Car ke andar hawa garm thi, khamoshi mein bhi ek raw connection tha—jo na dono todna chahte the, na accept kar pa rahe the.



Car highway pe aage badh rahi thi, but ab uss bechaini ki jagah ek thoda playful mood aa gaya tha. Pranali ne khud ko thoda relaxed mehsoos kiya, uska pallu shoulder pe perfectly set, baal khidki ki halki hawa mein ud rahe the. Munna ne ek glance mara, aankhon mein woh usual naughty spark.
Munna, half-smile ke saath:
“Waise, aaj aapka saree selection toh business se zyada distraction lag raha hai. Aapko pata bhi hai, aap jab aise baithti hain toh kaam pe focus karna mushkil ho jata hai?”
Pranali ne fake gussa dikhaya,
“Munna ji, yeh business trip hai ya fashion show? Sab aapko hi dikhta hai, baaki duniya ko toh main bas ek accountant hoon.”
Munna haske:
“Accountant toh hain, par… aapke accounts toh kaafi bold hain. Saara calculation mere dimaag ka zero kar dete ho.”
Thoda pause, phir:
“Last time bhi jab aap mere saath thi, kuch hisaab-kitaab kuch zyada hi intense ho gaya tha…”
Pranali ne ek moment ke liye blush kiya, fir bhi casual ban kar boli,
“Aap na, bas mauka dekhte hi line maarne lagte ho.”
Munna cheeky smile ke saath:
“Line nahi, direct formula lagata hoon main. Aur formula wahi lagata hoon jo result la sake.”
Pranali thoda hans padti hai,
“Accha? Toh phir aaj ke accounts sambhal paoge ya main distract kar doon?”
Munna leaned in thoda closer (but still driving):
“Mujhe distractions pasand hai, especially agar aap jaisi ho. Waise, aapke moans abhi tak mere mind se nikle nahi, business yaad dilata hai ya pleasure ka account kholun phir se?”
Pranali ne eyes roll ki, par ab thoda openly tease kar rahi thi,
“Kaam ki baat karo, Munna. Baaki calculation raat ko kar lena.”
Ek mischievous smile ke saath.
Munna satisfied, slow tone mein:
“Deal. Par aapka calculation thoda advance hai—main pura din lagane ko ready hoon.”
Pranali ne khidki se bahar dekha, magar uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi—kuch sharam, kuch excitement, aur sabse zyada… anticipation.
Car ab city ke paas aa rahi thi, par dono ke beech ka atmosphere already garm ho chuka tha—aur Pranali, finally, apne aap ko munna ki flirtation ke saath flow karte hue mehsoos kar rahi thi.


Office mein enter karte hi, Pranali apni professional mode mein aa gayi. Ek clean desk, laptop open, accounts ki files neatly spread out. Usne ek quick bun bana liya, pallu sambhal kar set kiya, lekin saree ka deep back aur neckline ab bhi Munna ki nazar se bach nahi sakte the.
Munna ne receptionist ko sign dekar private conference room le liya tha—privacy ke naam pe full drama. Sab staff respect se “Munna bhaiya” bol rahe the, Pranali quietly head nod karti, apni seat par busy ho gayi.
Kaam start hua—Pranali bills, receipts, accounts cross-check kar rahi thi, shayad apni best efficiency pe. Lekin room ka AC bhi uski mehnat ka sweat rok nahi pa raha tha. Uski back pe halki pasina ki layer, neck pe ek shine, aur uski breathing slightly heavy. She was looking both strong and vulnerable—a working woman in her element, but undeniably sexy.
Munna, table ke dusre side baithkar, ek file pakde, par uski poori attention Pranali pe thi. Kabhi uske baal ki loose strand dekhta, kabhi uski ungliyon ko, toh kabhi uske blouse ke neckline pe nazar atak jaati. Har bar jab Pranali sir utha ke kisi point pe Munna ki taraf dekhti, toh uske chehre pe ek smirk hota—jaise vo keh raha ho, aaj tu meri hai.
Pranali ne ek point pe paani liya, Munna ko dekha aur casually bola,
“Yeh bills toh sahi lag rahe hain, kuch fishy nahi hai, Munna ji.”
Munna leaned forward, voice mein slow tease,
“Mujhe toh aapki working style sabse zyada interesting lag rahi hai. Kaash har balance sheet itni khoobsurat hoti…”
Pranali ne ek tired, but playful look diya,
“Flirt karne ka bhi koi timing hota hai, Munna.”
Munna close aake whisper kiya,
“Mera timing perfect hai, Pranali. Aur aaj toh maine pura din sirf tumhare liye plan kiya hai…”
Uski aankhon mein ek promise tha—kaam ke baad, khel shuru hoga.
Pranali ne ek light laugh ki, lekin andar se ek anticipation uske body mein run kar gaya. She knew Munna’s plans rarely failed—and today, she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to resist.
Dono ne kaam finish kiya, sun was starting to go down, and office mein ab sirf ek silence thi—aur us silence ke andar, desire ki gunj.
Munna ne files close ki, Pranali ki aankhon mein direct dekh ke bola:
“Ready for the next calculation?”
Pranali ne halki si smile ke saath apna laptop bandh kiya,
“Dekhte hain Munna ji, aapka formula kitna strong hai.”
Aur aaj raat ka equation… abhi solve hona baaki tha.



Munna kisi urgent kaam ke bahane office se nikal gaya tha, leaving Pranali alone at her desk with just the hum of the AC and the ticking clock. She stretched her neck, let her bun down, and took a long sip of water, trying to shake off the lingering tension.
Tabhi phone vibed quietly—Sharad Shukla ka message.
Sharad:
“Madam, kaam khatam? Ya abhi bhi bills hi gin rahi ho?”
Pranali smiled to herself, instantly feeling lighter.
“Bas almost. Aapko bhi aaj office ke bills yaad aa gaye?”
Sharad:
“Bills se zyada toh aap yaad aayi. Waise ek help chahiye thi.”
Pranali:
“Kya?”
Sharad:
“Aaj tak kisi friend ko selfie bheji hai? Dosti mein zaroori hai dekhna kaun sabse khoobsurat hai.”
End mein ek wink emoji.
Pranali laughed quietly, biting her lower lip.
“Matlab aapko sirf selfie chahiye ya kaam bhi hai?”
Sharad:
“Kaam ki wajah se message kiya, lekin selfie mil jaaye toh din ban jayega. Sach batau toh Mirzapur mein competition tough hai. Dekhna padega kaun top par hai.”
Pranali rolled her eyes, but inside she was a little thrilled. She quickly checked herself in the phone’s front camera—loose hair, hint of sweat, pink cheeks, bindi slightly off-centre. She angled her phone, gave a soft, teasing smile, and clicked a candid selfie.
She sent it to Sharad with a playful line:
“Dost ki demand hai, toh mana kaise karti? Dekh lo, aaj office-wali look hai!”
Sharad replied in seconds:
“Bas ab toh Mirzapur ka verdict mil gaya—tumhara smile hi winner hai. Aur haan, kaam ke baad ek coffee treat pending hai. Ready ho?”
Pranali, feeling lighter and bolder, texted back:
“Dekhte hain, aapki dosti ka kitna charm hai. Abhi office mein hoon, baad mein baat karungi.”
Sharad:
“Main wait karunga, dosti mein sab kuch jaayaz hai!”
Pranali smiled, feeling her cheeks warm up. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed—and a little more alive.


Car mein silence thi, sirf wipers ki awaaz aur baahar barsaat ka shor. Pranali apna phone quietly purse mein rakh chuki thi jaise Sharad ki cheeky dosti ko ek pal ke liye pause par rakh diya ho. Saree ka pallu thoda sambhalte hue, woh window ke bahar dekh rahi thi—raindrops ne uske face aur neck pe ek alag hi glow la diya tha. Din bhar ki mehnat aur humidity ne uske baal thode messy kar diye the, aur uska look ab extra sensuous lag raha tha, casual yet utterly irresistible.
Munna gaadi chala raha tha, lekin uski nazar bar-bar Pranali pe hi thi. Har pal, har expression—woh chhup kar nahi dekh raha tha, openly admire kar raha tha. Thand lag rahi thi dono ko, lekin Munna ko uss waqt sirf ek hi cheez feel ho rahi thi—Pranali ki presence.
Achanak Munna ne break lagayi, car side pe rok di. Bahar abhi bhi heavy rain ho rahi thi, car ke andar ka mahoul aur intimate ho gaya tha. Munna ne ek pal ke liye Pranali ki taraf dekha, phir soft but serious tone mein bola,
"Batao Pranali madam, sach sach… us raat ko enjoy kiya tha ya nahi? Tell me the truth."
Pranali ne uski aankhon mein dekha—do pal ke liye chup rahi, phir khidki ki taraf dekhne lagi. Uska chehra halki si laali se bhar gaya, lekin andar se she was trembling, not just because of the cold.
"Mujhe us bare mein baat nahi karni, Munna," usne dheere se kaha, lekin voice mein thoda vibration tha—sharm, guilt, aur ek burning curiosity ka.
Munna, who never takes no for an answer, dheere-dheere uske paas gaya. Usne apna haath Pranali ke messy baalon mein dala, unhe piche gently kheechte hue uska face apni taraf tight kiya. Ab unke lips ekdum paas, dono ki saanse mil rahi thi. Bahar rain ki awaaz, andar sirf un dono ki heartbeats.
Munna ki awaaz ab whisper thi, eyes burning into hers:
"Ab sach bata… tune enjoy kiya tha ya nahi?"
Pranali ki aankhen band ho gayi, lips slightly parted. Uske sare gestures ne uska jawab already de diya tha, but she didn’t want to fight the heat anymore. Dheere-dheere, she nodded—yes. Eyes still closed, breath shaky, par expression honest tha.
Munna ke lips ek pal ke liye uske cheek ke bahut nazdeek the. He just smiled, satisfied, ek winner ki tarah, and let the silence between them say the rest.
Car ke andar ab sirf unki chemistry ki garmi thi—aur baahar barsaat, jo jaise dono ko ek dusre ke aur kareeb la rahi thi.





Munna ki aankhon mein ek wild, almost hungry look tha. Pranali ne uski aankhon mein dekha, thoda sa peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin Munna ka haath ab bhi uske baalon mein tha—gentle, but firm. Uski body tense thi, lips thoda trembling. She knew this moment was coming, and as much as she tried to deny it to herself, her body had a mind of its own.
Munna ne dheere se apna chehra aur paas laaya, unke lips ab ek dusre ko almost touch kar rahe the. Pehle toh Pranali ne resist kiya, apne haath se Munna ka chest push kiya, “Munna, yeh sahi nahi hai…”
Lekin Munna ne sirf uski aankhon mein dekha, uski resistance mein bhi ek daawat thi, ek invitation jo sirf Munna samajh sakta tha.
Aur phir—Munna ne Pranali ke lips pe ek passionate, deep kiss kar diya. Pehle toh Pranali ne sirf lips band kiye rakhe, shoulders tense thi, lekin jaise hi Munna ki ungliyaan uske baalon ko stroke karne lagi, jaise hi uske lips ki heat badhi, Pranali ka resistance pighalne laga. Her breaths grew heavier, and slowly, she started melting into the moment.
Thodi hi der mein, Pranali ke haath Munna ke shoulder pe the, usne apni aankhen bandh ki, aur kiss ka jawab dena shuru kiya—first hesitant, phir full surrender ke saath. Car ke ander barsaat ki aawaz ab sirf ek background music thi, asli melody toh un dono ki chemistry thi.
Munna ke haath ab Pranali ke cheek se uski kamar pe aa gaye, aur Pranali ne bhi apne haath Munna ke baalon mein ghusa diye. Ab dono ke lips ek dusre mein uljhe hue the, heat and passion building up, koi bhi shabd zaroori nahi tha—sab kuch aankhon, haathon, aur us kiss mein keh diya gaya tha.
Bahaar ki thand aur barsaat, andar ki garmi aur desire—sab kuch ek perfect storm ban gaya tha. Pranali ki resistance ab completely melt ho gayi thi, and for that moment, she belonged to Munna, and Munna belonged only to her.

[Joker44]

Bahar barsaat ka tufaan chal raha tha, lekin car ke andar usse bhi zyada wild storm tha. Munna aur Pranali ek dusre mein kho gaye the, lips locked in a deep, desperate kiss. Unke saanse, moans, aur shiver sab kuch car ke glass par condensation ki tarah jama ho raha tha.

Munna ne dheere se apni ungliyan Pranali ke back par le jaakar uske blouse ka hook khola. Pranali ne pehle ek shaky breath li, aankhen bandh karli, jaise us pal ki intensity mein kho jana chahti ho. Blouse halka sa open hota hi Munna ne uske saree ka pallu side mein kiya aur uske bare boobs ko bahar nikal diya.
“Munna…,” Pranali ki awaaz sirf ek halki si protest thi, lekin uske moans mein pura surrender tha.
Munna ne bina time waste kiye apne lips Pranali ke nipple par rakh diye, softly sucking and then biting, tongue se tease karta hua. Pranali ki body arch ho gayi, uske haath Munna ke baalon mein jaakar kasne lage. Car ke ander uske moans gunj rahe the,
“Mmm… Munna… oh… please… don’t stop…”
Munna har suck ke saath aur intense hota jaa raha tha, Pranali ki nipples hard ho chuki thi, body mein sirf heat, lust, aur barsaat ki electricity thi. Har bar jab Munna usko bite karta, Pranali ki awaaz aur tez ho jaati,
“Aah… Munna… so good… I can’t… yeh kaisi feeling hai…”
Bahar heavy rain ki thandak thi, lekin car ke andar dono ka pasina, us intense body heat, aur unke wild breaths ne mahoul aur bhi passionate bana diya tha. Pranali ne Munna ko apne aur close kheech liya,
“Munna, tum pagal ho gaye ho… mujhe control nahi ho raha…”
Munna ne uske dusre breast ko bhi mouth mein le liya, tongue se round round ghoomata hua, kabhi soft suck, kabhi wild nibble. Pranali ke moans ab pure surrender ki stage par the, uski body car seat par restless thi,
“Munna… I want you… abhi… mujhe kisi cheez ki parwah nahi…”
Us pal mein, car ke ander sirf unke moans, kisses, aur wild touches ka music baj raha tha. Baarish ki boonden car ke roof par dance kar rahi thi, lekin sabse bada tufaan toh Munna aur Pranali ke beech chal raha tha—raw, untamed, aur impossible to ignore.





Pranali ka badan ab pura heat mein tha, breathes fast ho chuki thi, aankhon mein bas ek hi hunger—no romance, bas wild passion. Usne Munna ki taraf dekha, ek pal ke liye bhi hesitate nahi kiya. She quickly back seat pe chali gayi, saree ko thoda upar khiska diya, legs open kar di, pura invitation Munna ke liye.
Munna bhi ek second waste kiye bina uske paas aaya, usne apni pants khol ke apna lund nikaal diya, already hard and throbbing. Pranali ne apne haath se saree thodi aur upar ki, aur Munna ko dekhte hue tange wide faila di, voice mein urgency thi, “Munna, abhi… please… I want you inside me, abhi!”
Munna ke haath tremble kar rahe the desire se, usne dheere se Pranali ki panties slide down karke nikal di, uski chut ab completely exposed thi, wet and waiting. Pranali apni chut ko rub kar rahi thi, eyes closed, lips parted, “Munna… bas time waste mat karo…”
Munna ne apna lund uski chut ke lips par rub kiya, thoda tease karte hue, lekin Pranali ki awaaz ab desperate thi,
“Do it now, Munna… please… mujhe chahiye, abhi…”
Uski demand sunte hi, Munna ne ek hi thrust mein apna lund uski chut ke andar daal diya, pura wild, pura urgent. Pranali ki body seat par jerk ho gayi, moan loud thi,
“Aaah… Munna… yes… just like that… aur hard…”
Back seat par ab sirf unke bodies ki movements, moans, aur heavy breathing thi, rain ki noise ke saath compete karte hue. Pranali ki aankhein tight band thi, dono haath Munna ke back pe, usse aur deep pull karte hue.
Car ke ander ab romance nahi, sirf wild lust ka storm tha—unfiltered, unapologetic, aur pura crazy.



Car ke back seat par barsaat ka shor tha, lekin usse bhi zyada wild tha Munna aur Pranali ka passion. Munna ne ek hi hard thrust mein apna lund Pranali ki chut ke andar daal diya, pura deep. Pranali ka moan car ke ander goonj utha,
"Aahh… Munna…!"
Munna ab poori tarah control mein tha, uske haath Pranali ki kamar pakad ke usse apne aur kheench rahe the. Pranali pehle kuch dinon se confuse thi—Sharad, Munna, Soham… apni desires ko lekar, apne guilt ko lekar. Lekin ab, is pal mein, usne sab kuch side mein rakh diya. Ab koi confusion nahi thi—she finally accepted Munna, poori tarah.
Pranali ne apne haath Munna ki back pe ghusa diye, apne hips uthakar usse aur andar push kiya, voice mein sirf surrender tha,
"Munna, aur hard… mujhe poora chahiye… don’t stop!"
Munna ki aankhon mein ek jeet ki chamak thi. Usne Pranali ko dekhte hue ek twisted smile diya—ab usse pata tha, Pranali ab uski hai, without any doubt. Ab har thrust hard aur fast ho raha tha, car ki seat hil rahi thi, car ke glasses foggy ho gaye the, moans, thap-thap ki awaaz, aur barsaat ki beat—sab kuch mix ho gaya tha.
Pranali ki awaaz high ho gayi,
"Munna… yess… main tumhari hoon… harder… aur fast…!"
Uske moans wild ho gaye, har thrust ke saath body arch kar rahi thi, uska guilt, confusion sab ab pleasure ke storm mein kho gaya tha. Ab woh khud apne hips uthakar Munna ke lund ko aur andar le rahi thi, uski breathing wild ho gayi thi, lips Munna ke kandhe par, nails uski back par lag chuke the.
Munna ab almost animalistic pace pe Pranali ko fuck kar raha tha, dono ka control tut chuka tha. Har thrust ke saath Pranali ka moan aur loud ho raha tha,
"Aah… Munna… yes… mujhe tumse chahiye tha… sirf tumse…!"
Rain bahar apni full speed par thi, lekin car ke ander sirf lust, heat aur wild surrender tha. Munna aur Pranali, dono ab ek dusre ke liye poore tarah se lose ho chuke the—ab na koi barrier, na guilt, sirf raw need.
Back seat par, wild moans aur movements ke saath, Munna aur Pranali ne Mirzapur ki sabse intense story likh di thi.



Car ke back seat par ab sab kuch limit ke paar ho chuka tha. Munna ka pace almost brutal tha—each thrust deep, hard, aur desperate. Pranali ki body har thrust pe jhatak rahi thi, uski moans ab control ke bahar thi,
"Munna… harder… yes… mujhe aur chahiye… abhi… don’t stop…!"
Munna apne lund ko poori strength se andar-bahar kar raha tha, dono ka pasina ek dusre ke skin pe mil raha tha. Pranali ki chut ab completely stretched thi, uska andar sirf Munna ka lund mehsoos kar raha tha, har movement pe pura body shake kar raha tha.
Pranali ke nails Munna ki back pe lag chuke the, uski legs Munna ki kamar ke around tight ho gayi thi, uske hips uth uth kar Munna ko aur deep le rahi thi. Pranali ka mind blank ho chuka tha—ab sirf pleasure tha, pure wild ecstasy.
Munna ki breathing heavy thi, body tense hone lagi thi, uska pace aur tez ho gaya,
"Pranali… I’m… coming… can’t hold…"
Pranali ne bhi feel kiya apni body mein ek wave rise ho rahi hai, usne Munna ko aur andar pull kiya,
"Yes… Munna… cum inside me… mujhe sab chahiye…"
Agle few seconds mein, Munna ne ek final, hard thrust maara, apna lund poora deep uski chut ke andar daal diya, aur pura load release kar diya—warm, thick cum Pranali ke andar aa gaya. Pranali ki body bhi climax pe aa gayi, uska pura body arch ho gaya, loud moan nikal gayi,
"Aaahh… Munna… oh god…!"
Dono heavily breathing karte rahe, Munna abhi bhi andar, Pranali ka andar ab completely filled. Car ke ander ab sirf heartbeats, aur rain ki halki tapping thi.
Pranali ne aankhein band kar ke, Munna ko hold kiya—ab uski body relaxed thi, aur mind mein ek strange satisfaction. Munna uski neck pe lips rakhkar slow kisses de raha tha, dono ab ek dusre mein lose ho chuke the, guilt, fear sab dissolve ho gaya tha.
Aaj, is tufani raat mein, Munna aur Pranali dono ek dusre ko pura mil chuke the—without any barriers, without any shame.




Car ke back seat par abhi kuch minute pehle jaisa tufaan tha, ab uske baad ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi thi. Pranali ne apna pallu set kiya, blouse ko phir se hook kiya, hair ko thoda fix kiya—jaise sab kuch normal karne ki koshish kar rahi ho, lekin body abhi bhi tremble kar rahi thi. Munna bhi kuch seconds tak bas usko dekhta raha, phir silent smile ke saath front seat par jaa kar SUV start ki.
SUV hotel ke porch par ruki. Baahar ab bhi thandi hawa, aur halki baarish thi. Munna aur Pranali jaise hi hotel lobby mein enter hue, staff instantly alert ho gaya.
"Good evening, sir! Good evening, ma'am!"
Sabke chehron par Munna Tripathi ke influence ka ek alag hi respect tha. Reception par jaise hi Munna ka naam bola gaya, manager khud aage aa gaya.
"Sir, aapke liye two deluxe rooms ready hain. Yahan ki best floor par."
Dono ko separate keys di gayi. Pranali ne room number dekha, ek fake calm ke saath key li, aur slow steps se apne kamre ki taraf chal padhi.
Room ke andar jaate hi door band kiya, heels nikaali, aur bed par jaa kar baith gayi. Uske dil mein ek hi thought ghoom raha tha—"Ye maine kya kar diya? Ye sab kaise ho gaya? Main kaunsi kahani mein aa gayi hoon?"
Usne thoda deep breath li, aankhen band ki, apne aap ko samjhane ki koshish ki, lekin Munna ki touch, uski aaj ki wild energy, sab ab bhi skin pe mehsoos ho raha tha. She was lost, tired, and weirdly satisfied—absolutely not at peace, but not wanting to go back either.
Tabhi, suddenly, room ki door bell baji. Pranali ek second ke liye chok gayi.
Kaun ho sakta hai?
Dil ek pal ke liye aur tez dhadak gaya. She walked to the door, light jalaya, peephole se dekha—Munna khada tha, usual confident smile ke saath, haath pocket mein, baahar thandi hawa se uske baal thode messy.
Pranali ne door khola, ek second ke liye Munna ko dekha, uski aankhon mein same fire thi jo car mein thi. Door thoda zyada khula, toh thand ki wave kamre mein ghus gayi. Pranali ne ek gehri saans li, uski body mein ek electric current jaise phir se daud gaya.
Dono ki aankhein mili, kuch seconds tak koi kuch nahi bola. Pranali thoda sharmate hue, par andar se totally overwhelmed, bas itna boli—"Door band karlo, Munna."
Munna ne ek slow smile diya, bina kuch bole andar aaya, door close kiya, lock lagaya. Pranali ek second ke liye side ho gayi, Munna ne room ki lights halki kar di, pura atmosphere soft aur intimate ho gaya.
Pranali window ke paas jaake khadi ho gayi, rain ki sound background mein chal rahi thi, lekin room ke andar ab sirf un dono ki heavy saansen, unspoken desire, aur car mein adhoori chhodi hui intensity thi. Munna dheere dheere uske paas aaya, uski aankhon mein wahi wild charm tha, par voice low thi.
"Aaj raat teri hai, Pranali. Jo chahe, keh sakti hai. Jo chahe, kar sakti hai. Lekin main bhi control mein nahi hoon."
Pranali ne uski taraf dekha, ab uski aankhon mein guilt, confusion, sab dissolve ho chuka tha. Bas ek nayi craving thi, ek freedom jaisa feel, ki she can finally do what she wants—no more thinking, no more stopping.
Munna uske bilkul paas aaya, ek haath se uske balon ko ear ke peeche kiya, dusre haath se uski kamar pakad li.
Room ki lights, rain, aur unke beech ka space ab aur chhota ho gaya tha.
Ek pal mein, Pranali ne apne aap ko Munna ki taraf khinchte hue paaya—she didn’t want to fight it anymore.
"Aaj kuch mat socho, Munna," usne halki si whisper mein kaha, "bas apna bana lo…"
Aur us pal mein, jo baahar storm tha, ab room ke andar utar aaya—dono ek dusre ki arms mein, without guilt, just pure wild surrender.



Hotel room ki lights soft thi, rain ki halki sound background mein chal rahi thi. Pranali ab bed par thi—ab tak ki saari guilt, hesitation, ya confusion jaise uske saree ke pallu ke saath utar chuki thi. She was sitting upright, back against the pillow, her legs half-folded, saree thodi messy, neckline daringly loose. Hair open, lips slightly parted, eyes burning with an intensity Munna ne pehli baar dekhi thi.
Munna, abhi tak room ke dusre end pe khada, uski taraf dekh raha tha, par Pranali ki body language mein ab pura confidence aur invitation tha. She locked eyes with Munna, ek deep, seductive smile ke saath, aur ek finger se usko bed par bulaya,
“Aaj sirf mera ban jao, Munna… aaj main kuch nahi sochne waali.”
Munna ki aankhon mein ek dum se wild hunger aa gaya—usne aaj tak itni bold Pranali nahi dekhi thi. Without any hesitation, Munna ne apne shoes kick off kiye aur ek hungry tiger ki tarah bed ki taraf aaya. Pranali ab usse sirf few inches door thi, uski aankhon mein teasing, uske lips pe ek wild smirk.
Pranali ne apna pallu aur dheere se slide kiya, exposing her bare shoulders and upper chest. Usne apne haath Munna ke taraf extend kiye,
“Come here… ab tumhara intezaar nahi hota…”
Munna ne ek animalistic smile ke saath bed pe jump kiya, Pranali ko sidha apni baahon mein le liya. Pranali ne khud Munna ke collar pakad liya, usse apni taraf pull kar liya, lips uske lips pe—par ab koi resistance nahi, koi shyness nahi—sirf pure, raw passion.
Munna ab poori tarah uske upar tha, lekin iss baar Pranali bhi equally wild thi. She was kissing him back hard, her hands running across his chest, body writhing beneath his touch. Saree, petticoat, sab bechaini se uthte ja rahe the, Pranali apni kamar Munna ki taraf thrust kar rahi thi, uski aankhon mein sirf ek hi message—“Tonight, you’re all mine.”
Munna ab control kho chuka tha, lekin Pranali bhi usse kam nahi thi. She guided his hands, her breath hot against his ear,
“Mujhe pura chahiye Munna… aaj main khud tumhe khatam karungi…”
Bed ke upar ab dono ka game equal tha—wild kisses, hungry touches, and Pranali ki moans ab pura room bhar rahi thi. She had let go of everything—society, guilt, even her old self. Is raat Pranali sirf apne liye thi—aur Munna ka jungli, unstoppable love poora us par chhaya tha.
Aur aaj, Munna ne bhi apni real Queen pa li thi—jo sirf chahti hai, sochti nahi.

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[Joker44]

Room ki atmosphere ab sirf heat aur tension se bhari thi. Pranali bed par thi, eyes half-lidded, saree thodi aur slip ho chuki thi, body full heat mein. Munna ne apni hunger ko aur intense karte hue, side table se ek whisky ki bottle uthayi, cap khola aur seedha lips par lagakar ek long sip li. Thodi whisky uski lips ke kinare se beh gayi, lekin Munna ko fark nahi tha—uski aankhon mein ab sirf wild possessiveness thi.

Pranali ne usse tease karte hue dekha, aur Munna ne uski jawline pakad li, face apni taraf ghuma diya. Pranali ki aankhon mein daring thi, lekin Munna ke grip mein full surrender. She opened her lips, tongue thoda dikhate hue, jaise vo Munna ko aur provoke kar rahi ho.
Munna ne bottle ko thoda tilt kiya, apni finger se Pranali ke lips ko trace kiya, phir ek second mein apni fingers Pranali ke lips ke beech ghusa di. Pranali ne instantly uske fingers ko softly bite kiya, aankhon mein naughty smile. Munna ne whiskey ka ek aur sip liya, aur is baar apne lips Pranali ke lips ke bilkul pass laya.
Usne dheere se bottle tilt ki, aur whisky ka thoda stream Pranali ke mouth mein daal diya—chilly, sharp, burning. Pranali ne seedha uss whisky ko apni zubaan pe feel kiya, eyes close kiye, aur pura sip andar le liya.
Phir, apne lips se Munna ke lips ko softly brush karte hue, usne whisky ko taste kiya, boldness ke saath uske mouth ko lock kar liya—ab dono ki saansen, whisky ki khushboo, aur room ki heat mix ho gayi thi.
Munna ne grin kiya, whisper kiya,
"Aaj raat ka flavor sirf tumhara hai, Pranali..."
Pranali ne thoda whisky drop uske chin se lick ki, aur husky voice mein bola,
"Aur tumhara nasha mujhe aur bhi chahiye, Munna..."
Bed pe ab ek new game shuru ho chuka tha—lust, whisky, and wild surrender. Munna ab pura control mein, aur Pranali, us raat, full crazy for him.

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Room mein ab sirf desire, whisky ki burning smell aur heavy breaths ka mix ho chuka tha. Munna ne bottle fir uthayi, is baar ek aur bada sip liya, aur thoda sa whisky Pranali ke parted lips mein phir se daal diya. Pranali ne sab kuch pi liya, thoda cough kiya, par eyes closed rakhte hue pura burn feel kiya—uske body pe effect turant dikhne laga.

Munna ne suddenly apne lips uske lips pe rakhe, whisky ki burning aur taste dono share karte hue, usne Pranali ke mouth se direct whisky sip kar li. Pranali ab thodi dizzy thi, cheeks red, aankhon mein aur wildness aa gayi thi. Whisky ka nasha, Munna ki touch—ab sab kuch bold ho chuka tha.
Pranali ne mischievous smile ke saath bottle uthayi, thoda sa whisky apne cleavage pe slowly pour kiya, liquid uske skin par roll hota hua blouse ke andar gaya. Munna ki aankhen aur wide ho gayi, uski tongue apne aap hi lips pe aa gayi.
"Bohot tease kar rahi ho, Pranali..." Munna ne husky voice mein bola.
Pranali thoda pallu side karte hue, apna cleavage expose kar diya,
"Toh kya karoge Munna? Dare to taste?"
Munna ne control lose kiya, turant Pranali ke upar lean hua aur apni tongue se uski cleavage par whisky lick karna shuru kar diya—first slow, then wild, uske blouse ke andar tak. Whisky ka coolness aur Munna ki hot breath—Pranali ki body electric ho gayi, moans aur bold ho gayi,
"Mmm… Munna… deeper… sab le lo..."
Munna ab pura beast mode mein tha, uske tongue, lips, aur hands sab Pranali ki skin pe dance kar rahe the—every drop of whisky usne apni tongue se le liya, aur Pranali ab aur bhi wild ho gayi, apne haath se Munna ke head ko aur close press karte hue.
Room ki lights dim thi, bed ka sheet messy, aur Pranali—ab complete surrender mein, sirf apni wildness aur Munna ke hunger ko feel karte hue.
Iss raat, whisky, rain, aur lust ka combo unbeatable tha—aur Pranali aur Munna dono apni limits cross kar chuke the.







Munna ab puri tarah control mein tha, uske aankhon mein sirf hunger aur possessiveness thi. Usne ek hi strong pull mein Pranali ki saree khol di, saree bed ke kinaare gir gayi. Pranali ka blouse Munna ke rough hands se literally fat gaya, ek side par land ho gaya, aur usne bina rukhe Pranali ka bra bhi khol ke fenk diya—ab uska upper body sirf half saree se covered thi, lekin boobs full open, skin par whisky ki drops shine kar rahi thi.

Pranali ab bold thi, aankhon mein ab koi sharam nahi—bas ek wild, teasing smile thi, jaise vo Munna ko invite kar rahi ho, “Le, ab sab tera hai!”
Munna ne fir se whisky ki bottle uthayi, aur seedha Pranali ke bare boobs par whisky pour kar di—cold liquid skin par run karta hua, nipples pe collect ho gaya, aur Pranali ke moans ab aur bold ho gayi,
“Oh Munna… it’s burning… aur kar…”
Munna ek second bhi waste kiye bina apne lips Pranali ke breasts pe le aaya, tongue se whisky ke drops lick karta hua, uske nipples ko suck aur bite karta raha. Kabhi soft, kabhi wild, uska mouth pura breast area explore kar raha tha, whisky ka burn aur uski tongue ka heat—dono ka combo Pranali ko aur crazy kar raha tha.
Pranali ke hands Munna ke baalon mein, uska body arch ho raha tha,
“Munna… aur suck karo… sab le lo…!”
Munna har inch pe whisky ko mouth se clean kar raha tha, aur jab bhi uska tongue Pranali ke hard nipple pe hota, vo pure room mein moan karti,
“Aahhh… Munna… yeh feeling… can’t control…”
Bed sheet pe whisky ka stain, Pranali ki skin pe Munna ke hothon ka nishaan, aur dono ki saansen—ab kuch bhi rukne wala nahi tha. Munna ab poori tarah animalistic, aur Pranali—no more hesitation, no more guilt, bas ek pure, wild surrender.
Iss raat, whisky aur lust ka storm ab peak pe tha—aur Pranali ab sirf Munna ki thi, bold, wild, aur unapologetic.


Room ki lights ab aur dim thi, rain ki boondein window pe slow dance kar rahi thi, lekin andar ka tempo ab pura wild ho chuka tha. Pranali bed par, saree already half off, blouse and bra side mein, breathing heavy, eyes locked on Munna—full surrender, no turning back.

Munna ab dheere dheere neeche jaa raha tha, haath se Pranali ke waist ko hold kiya, aur fir uske petticoat ko thoda force se slide kiya. Panty abhi bhi body par thi, lekin Munna ki aankhon mein ek naughty, hungry smile thi.
Pranali ne legs aur wide kar di, almost like she was begging for more. Munna ne slow tease karte hue uske panty ko thumb aur fingers se pakda, ek smooth motion mein utar diya, aur hawa mein spin karke bed ke edge pe gira diya. Ab Pranali poori tarah bare thi, uski chut clean-shaven, soft skin, little shine from the rain-light.
Munna thoda ruk kar uski body ko admire karne laga, eyes hungry, breath heavy. Pranali ki aankhon mein sharam nahi thi, bas wild anticipation. Munna ne uski chut ke bilkul paas aakar soft, teasing kisses dene shuru kiye—first on the inner thighs, then right at the edge. Pranali ka moan ek dum raw nikla,
"Munna… please… don’t tease, mujhe chahiye… abhi…”
Munna ne uski request pe ek wicked smile diya, par slow game chalu rakha. Usne Pranali ki chut pe apna face softly press kiya, uski smell ko deep inhale kiya, fir tongue se chota, gentle lick diya. Pranali ki body ek instant jerk se react ki, uske haath Munna ke head mein chali gayi, usse aur close press kar diya.
Ab Munna apni tongue se uski chut ko explore kar raha tha—slow licks from bottom to top, phir thoda pressure, phir tip se uski clit ko tease karte hue circles banane laga. Pranali ki moans ab uncontrollable thi,
"Aahhh… Munna… yes… don’t stop… please… it’s so good…!”
Munna har second mein apna tempo change karta, kabhi fast flicks, kabhi slow sucks, uske lips se soft bites, tongue se wet trails—Pranali ab pura lose ho gayi thi. Her hips were grinding against his face, legs shaking, head back, hair spread across the pillow, eyes shut tight.
"Munna… I can’t… main pagal ho jaaungi… aur karo… aur deep…”
Her hands Munna ke baalon ko almost painful grip se hold kar rahe the, body arch ho rahi thi, saansein wild ho gayi thi.
Munna, tasting every drop, har moan ko aur intense karne ki koshish mein, ab full focus Pranali ki clit par, tongue and lips, alternating, sab kuch wet, hot, aur wild. Room mein sirf unke moans, rain, aur sheets ki rustle thi.
Pranali ab edge par thi, poori body mein tremor, uska voice broken,
"Munnnaaa… mujhe… abhi… main aa rahi hoon…!”
Munna ki tongue ne uska orgasm peak par la diya, aur Pranali ek loud, desperate moan ke saath cum kar gayi—full body shaking, thighs Munna ke head ko tight grip mein lete hue, breaths scattered.
Munna ne sab kuch slowly lick kiya, aur jab Pranali finally collapse hui, Munna uske upar aake lips pe ek slow, deep kiss diya—victory aur madness dono uski smile mein tha.
Iss raat, Pranali ne sab kuch Munna ke hawale kar diya—no more rules, no more barriers, sirf wild surrender.



Pranali ab exhausted thi, body abhi bhi tremble kar rahi thi orgasm ke aftershock se. Usne dheere se apni lips ko lick kiya, abhi bhi Munna ka taste apne mouth mein mehsoos kar rahi thi. Munna upar aaya, aur bina rukhe uske lips pe ek deep, passionate kiss diya—unke beech ki wild chemistry ab bhi full charge pe thi.

Pranali ko Munna ke lips pe apni khud ki wetness ka taste mila—ekdum intoxicating. Uska mind thoda dizzy tha, shayad whisky ka nasha, shayad pleasure ka. She just wanted more, aur kuch sochne ka mood nahi tha.
Munna ne uski aankhon mein dekha, ek strong pull se usse apni taraf bulaya. Pranali, ab poori tarah nangi, apne elbows aur knees pe aayi, doggy style mein, head bed pe, hair messy, back arched, ass perfectly up. Yeh position Pranali ke liye pura wild surrender tha—no shyness, just pure heat.
Munna ne apne pants ki zip kholi, pants thoda neeche kiye. Pranali ne thoda playful smile diya, aur dono haath se Munna ke lund ko nikal liya—already semi-hard, thick aur throbbing. She started slowly stroking him, palms and fingers ke saath tease karte hue, uski tips ko thoda lick bhi kiya, tongue se swirl kiya, breath hot and slow.
Munna ka lund dheere-dheere aur hard hone laga, pura thick and long. Pranali ke mind mein instantly comparison aa gaya—Soham se toh yeh zyada bada hai, aur intense bhi… last time car mein toh poora maza aaya tha, ab bed pe yeh experience aur wild hoga!
She giggled softly,
“Mujhe lagta hai Munna, aaj raat toh meri band bajne wali hai…”
voice mein challenge tha, but face pe excitement.
Munna ne uski kamar tight grip mein le li, lund uski bare ass pe rub kiya,
“Ab doggy mein real maza ayega, Pranali. Tayyar ho ja, aaj tu sirf meri hai!”
Pranali ne apni back aur arch ki, chut thodi aur open kar di, ready to be filled, voice husky,
“Do it, Munna… mujhe sab chahiye… abhi!”
Room mein ab sirf anticipation, wetness, and wildness thi—ab car ki wildness bedroom ki privacy aur madness mein badal chuki thi.


Munna ne Pranali ki kamar ko hold karke thoda pull kiya, uski aankhon mein naughty smile aayi,

"Aise nahi meri jaan... pehle mujhe woh chahiye jo car mein mila tha, lekin iss bed pe, aur wild."
Pranali ne bhi mischievous smile ke saath Munna ke lund ko pakda, usse apne lips ke pass le aayi, eyes upar uthakar Munna ki aankhon mein dekhti rahi. Uske andar ab koi sharam nahi thi, sirf wild craving thi. She started licking Munna’s tip, slow and teasing, tongue se poora head circle kiya, thoda precum taste kiya—
“Mmm… Munna… you taste so good…”
Fir, bina rukhe, usne Munna ke lund ko poora lips ke beech mein liya, ek smooth, slow motion mein, thoda deep inside. Munna ka moan nikal gaya,
"Fuck… Pranali… deeper, aur suck karo..."
Pranali ab pure blowjob mode mein thi—slow sucking, phir fast, kabhi deep throat, kabhi tongue se tip flick karna, kabhi dono haath se shaft ko stroke karna. Munna apne haath Pranali ke baalon mein ghusa chuka tha, uske face ko gently control karte hue, usse aur deep push kar raha tha.
Har thrust pe, Pranali ka throat uske lund ko welcome kar raha tha. Uske moans muffled the, lekin intensity aur wild ho gayi thi,
"Mmm… Munna… yeh feeling… can’t get enough…"
She sucked harder, tongue se base ko tease karti, lips tight, head bobbing faster and deeper. Munna ki breathing heavy ho gayi thi, uska lund poora hard, thick, aur Pranali ke mouth mein deep in and out ho raha tha.
Munna ne thoda aur control loose kiya, apni hips se slow thrusts shuru kiye, Pranali ke lips uske shaft pe slide karte hue. Pranali ne aur speed badha di, dono haath se shaft ko stroke karte hue,
“Aur chahiye Munna? Batao, tumhara pura lund le lu aaj…”
Munna ne thoda groan kiya,
“Le sab, meri rani… aaj tujhe pura taste milega…”
Bed pe ab wild blowjob, moans, and raw hunger—Pranali poori tarah Munna ke control mein, but loving every second. Abhi toh game start hua hai!


Room ki lights ab sirf background blur thi, bedsheet messy, whisky ka nasha abhi bhi hawa mein, aur Pranali poori tarah Munna ke control mein thi. Uska body abhi bhi heat mein, moans abhi bhi lips par, mind mein ab kuch bhi rok nahi tha—sirf desire, sirf need.

Munna ne Pranali ko doggy style position mein set kiya—bed par knees and elbows, back fully arched, ass up, hair messy, body shining with sweat and whisky. Pranali heavily wet thi, uski chut ka wetness thighs tak flow kar raha tha, body trembling in anticipation.
Pranali ne apni ek finger se apni chut ko stretch kiya, moaning softly,
“Munna, dekh kitni wet hoon… sirf tumhare liye…”
voice mein challenge aur invitation dono tha.
Munna ne apni lund ko Pranali ki slit pe rub kiya, thoda teasing, thoda pressure—her juices coating his shaft. Pranali ab wild ho chuki thi, hips piche push karte hue boli,
“Kya kar rahe ho Munna? Jaldi daal do… mujhe chahiye… abhi…”
Munna ne apne haath se uski kamar tight grip mein li, ek hi motion mein poora lund Pranali ki chut ke andar hard push kiya. Pranali ka scream pure room mein goonj gaya,
“Aahhh… Munna… so deep… fuck…!”
Munna ab slow thrusts se start kiya, har thrust deep, poora lund andar-bahar, Pranali ka andar stretch ho raha tha, sensation ab intense ho chuka tha.
"Kitni tight ho aaj, Pranali… mujhe pagal kar rahi ho..."
usne growl kiya, apni pace badhate hue.
Pranali ke lips se sirf wild moans, whimpers nikal rahe the, body uncontrollably move kar rahi thi,
“Harder, Munna… aur deep… mujhe aur chahiye… main sirf tumhari hoon…!”
Munna ne apne hands uske ass pe rakhe, grip aur strong ki, fast thrusts shuru kiye—bed shake kar raha tha, room mein sirf thap-thap ki awaaz, sheets crumple, and their dirty talk.
"Bol Pranali, kiski hai tu?"
Munna ne strong thrust ke saath demand kiya.
Pranali ne scream ki,
“Teri hoon, Munna! Sirf teri! Aur lo… break kar do mujhe…!”
Munna ab pura animalistic pace pe tha, lund uski chut mein poora slam karta, Pranali ki pussy ab full stretch, wetness everywhere, moans aur bhi loud,
“Yes… yahi chahiye… yahi feeling… Munna, main sirf tumhare liye bani hoon…!”
Har thrust ke saath dirty talk,
“Aaj tu sirf meri slut hai, Pranali… teri chut sirf mera lund feel karegi…”
Pranali panting,
“Aur lo, Munna… mujhe apni bana lo… khatam kar do mujhe… mujhe sirf tumhara lund chahiye…!”
Munna ne pace aur badha diya, Pranali ka head bed pe press kar diya, uska ass tight grip mein,
“Scream for me, Pranali… main tujhe kabhi chodunga nahi…”
Pranali full moaning,
“Yes… yes… Munna… don’t stop… cum inside me… mujhe sab kuch chahiye…!”
Room mein ab sirf unki wild bodies, dirty words, aur bed ki rhythm thi. Pranali ab edge par thi, pure body shudder kar rahi thi, Munna ka lund poora deep inside, dono ab final climax ke pass.
Aur iss raat, room ki deewarein bhi unke wild love ka nasha mehsoos kar rahi thi—koi rok nahi, sirf raw need, dirty talk, aur pure, unapologetic pleasure.


Bed ke upar doggy style mein fuck karte karte, Munna ne ek dum se Pranali ko apni strong baahon mein uthaya—her legs wrapping around his waist, back pressed against his chest. Ab Munna khud khada tha, Pranali ko hawa mein lift kiya hua, uska lund ab bhi chut ke andar deep. Pranali ka head Munna ke kandhe par, messy hair, face flush, lips parted in moans.

Munna ne poora balance bana kar, Pranali ko hawa mein uthakar hard thrusts shuru kiye,
“Aaj dekh, kitni positions pe karte hain… main tujhe pura tod dunga…”
Pranali ne apne haath Munna ke shoulders par tight kar liye, hips se actively thrust karti, uski eyes pure madness mein,
“Yes, Munna! Aur hard… mujhe pura de do… main ready hoon, sab positions chahiye!”
Munna ne room mein ghuma diya, ab kabhi bed ke edge par, kabhi wall ke against, Pranali ko uthakar chodne laga—each thrust wild, loud, aur intense.
“Aaj 2-3-4 nahi… 100 positions try karenge! Tujhe aaj raat yaad rahegi, Pranali!”
Pranali hansi, lekin next moan usse wild kar gaya,
“Karo, Munna! Main fully tumhari hoon… jitna todna hai, todo… mujhe poora enjoy karna hai!”
Kabhi Munna usse wall ke against uthakar, Pranali ki back ko thoda bend karte, lund deep dalte, Pranali full support mein, legs Munna ki kamar ke around, moaning,
“Munna, yeh feeling… please don’t stop… aur hard… aur deep!”
Phir Munna ne firse bed pe gira diya, Pranali ko top pe aane diya—ab Pranali Munna ke upar, uske lund pe bounce karte hue, boobs free, hair wild, moaning like crazy,
“Aah… Munna… main pagal ho rahi hoon… keep going…!”
Munna ne uske hips pakad ke, thoda wild thrusts deke firse change kiya—ab dono standing doggy style, wall ke against. Har thap thap ki sound, room mein echo, Pranali apna back pura arch kar ke, pure madness mein,
“Aaj raat sab kuch tod do Munna… I love it… break me…!”
Munna ne ab poora room ko apna playground bana diya,
“Tu support karte reh, main aaj tujhe tod dunga!”
Aur Pranali, every thrust, every new position mein, sirf aur loud, aur wild,
“Yesss… Munna… main tumhari hoon… don’t stop… keep fucking me…!”
Room ki diwar, bed, floor, har jagah unke wild bodies, moans, aur sweat ki energy thi—no breaks, no rules, just pure animal passion.
Aaj ki raat, Munna aur Pranali ne har limit cross kar di—aur dono ek dusre ko fully support, fully wild, aur fully crazy karte rahe… until exhaustion, and ultimate surrender.

Munna ne Pranali ko har position mein todne ke baad, finally usse wapas bed par daal diya. Dono abhi tak heavily pant kar rahe the, bodies pure sweat se chipak rahi thi, bedsheet poori messy ho chuki thi. Pranali ab poori tarah Munna ke control mein, legs wide open, back arched, face mein pura surrender aur aankhon mein sirf wild pleasure.

Munna ne ek haath se uski kamar tight pakdi, dusre haath se uski thighs ko spread kiya, aur apna lund poori taqat se Pranali ki chut ke andar daal diya. Final thrusts ab brutal the—every movement full deep, fast, aur desperate. Room mein sirf unki moans, thap-thap ki sound, aur bed ki squeak goonj rahi thi.
Pranali ka moan ab pura scream ban gaya,
“Munnnaa… yes… break me… mujhe sab chahiye… main sirf tumhari hoon!”
Munna ki breathing heavy ho gayi, body pura tense, aur ek final, wild thrust ke saath usne apna pura load Pranali ki chut ke andar discharge kar diya—warm, thick, filling her completely. Pranali ki body bhi usi pal mein climax pe pahunch gayi, uska pura body shake hua, nails Munna ki back mein lag gaye, aankhen tight band, moans room mein echo kar gaye.
Dono kuch seconds tak waisa hi, still, ek dusre mein locked, heavily breathing, bodies shaking. Munna abhi bhi andar, Pranali ki chut ab completely filled, dono ab ultimate surrender mein, mind blank, sirf satisfaction aur exhaustion.
Munna ne dheere se apne lips Pranali ke lips pe rakhe, soft kiss diya,
“Aaj raat sirf teri thi, Pranali…”
Aur Pranali, ab full relaxed, nangi, messy sheets pe, sirf itna bol payi,
“Mujhe kabhi kisi cheez ki kami mehsoos nahi hui aaj…”
Room mein ab sirf rain ki soft sound, unke heartbeats, aur complete, wild satisfaction ka sukoon tha.

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Subah ki halki roshni hotel room ke sheer curtains se andar aa rahi thi. Bedsheet ab bhi puri messy thi, floor pe saree, blouse, aur whisky ki khali bottle padhi thi. Pranali nangi, Munna ke saath bed par, uske bare chest par apna haath rakh kar so rahi thi.
Aankh khulte hi Pranali ne Munna ko dekha—woh ab bhi gehri neend mein tha, ekdum peaceful lag raha tha. Pranali ki aankhon mein pehle ek halki si muskurahat aayi, uske lips par ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha. Lekin usi pal, aankhon mein chhupi hui chubhan bhi ubhar aayi—last night ka har scene yaad aa gaya, woh junoon, woh surrender, aur sabse zyada yeh realization ke is baar usne yeh sab apni marzi se kiya.
Uske andar ek kasak thi. Usne Munna ko choose kiya, resistance nahi ki, balki poore hosh mein apne aap ko uske hawale kar diya. Dil mein thoda guilt, thoda dard—kuch toot gaya tha, kuch ban bhi gaya tha.
Pranali ne Munna ke baal mein fingers ghumaayi, uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, par smile bhi chhup nahi paayi. Yeh pain alag tha—nafrat ka nahi, regret ka bhi nahi… bas ek sachai thi, ki ab woh pehle wali Pranali nahi rahi.
Woh dheere se uth gayi, Munna abhi bhi so raha tha. Pranali ne bedsheet lapet kar washroom ki taraf chali gayi, aankhon mein aansu, lips pe ek soft, sad smile. She whispered to herself,
"Yeh maine khud chuna tha… ab mujhe hi jeena hai is sach ke saath."
Paani ki boondein shower se girne lagi, aur Pranali ne apni aankhon ko dhone diya—taaki nayi subah, nayi Pranali, apne aap ko phir se pehchaan sake.

Subah ki roshni ab aur tez ho gayi thi, lekin Pranali ki aankhon mein neend bilkul nahi thi. Munna ab bhi beside so raha tha, par Pranali ki raat to jaise soyi hi nahi—uske dil aur dimag mein ek hi sawal ghoom raha tha:

“Yeh sab maine kyu kiya? Kaise kar payi?”
Shubha ki baatein baar-baar yaad aa rahi thi—“Kabhi kabhi zindagi ke liye compromise karna padta hai, Pranali. Agar Munna se bach nahi sakti, toh shayad usko thakne de. Ho sakta hai ek din vo khud hi move on kar jaye…”
Pranali ne pillow pe apna face dabaya, aankhon se aansu chhupane ki koshish ki, par tears silently slip ho gaye. She wasn’t just mourning her lost innocence—she was mourning the life she had before all this.
“Main apne pati ko cheat kar rahi hoon, apne parivaar ko dhoka de rahi hoon, lekin… kya choice hai mere paas? Munna bas physical nahi hai, uski power, uska obsession… agar maine mana kiya, toh vo meri family ko kuch bhi kar sakta hai. Shayad, yahi sahi hai—apne aap ko de do, shayad ek din vo thak jaaye… aur mujhe aazad kar de. Yehi meri aakhri ummeed hai.”
She quietly sobbed, body curled up, mind empty and soul heavy. Guilt, helplessness, and sacrifice—sab ek hi pal mein mehsoos ho raha tha.
“Soham… tum nahi samjhoge… par jo main kar rahi hoon, vo tum sab ki suraksha ke liye hai. Ek din, jab yeh sab khatam ho jayega, shayad main apne aap ko maaf kar paungi.”
Pranali wiped her eyes, slow deep breath li, and sat up, knowing she had no easy escape.
She looked at Munna, still sleeping, powerful and at peace—woh hi insaan jo uski zindagi ka sabse bada saaya ban chuka tha.
With a soft, broken whisper, she said,
“Maine apne aap ko de diya, Munna… ab jo bhi hoga, main seh lungi. Bas mera parivaar bacha rehna chahiye…”
Aur iss compromise, iss dard, aur iss chhup ke sacrifice ke saath, Pranali ne apne aap ko ready kiya—ek aur din, ek aur nayi wajah, jhoothi muskuraahat ke saath jeene ke liye.


Pranali bathroom se nikal kar bed ke edge par jaa baithi, abhi bhi aankhon mein aansu, lekin face pe thoda sa control wapas aa gaya tha. Room ki silence ko phone ki notification ne toda—screen pe Sharad Shukla ka naam flash hua.

Uski aankhon mein halki si chamak aayi—Shayad Sharad sach mein madad kar sake, shayad yeh ek naya raasta ho... Par is baar, Pranali apne dil ko sambhalna chahti thi.
Sharad ka message aaya:
"Good morning, Mirzapur ki queen. Aaj tum kaafi silent ho... sab theek hai na? Kuch chahiye toh bas ek message kar dena, aaj sirf tumhari service mein hoon."
Saath mein ek wink emoji.
Pranali ki lips pe ek soft, almost involuntary smile aa gayi. Sharad ka andaaz hamesha light aur comforting hota tha—usmein Munna wali intensity nahi thi, par ek mature, teasing warmth thi.
Usne reply kiya:
"Sab theek hai, bas thoda tired hoon. Kaafi stressful days chal rahe hain. Tumhara message mila toh laga ki Mirzapur mein ab bhi kuch positive hai."
Sharad:
"Tension mat lo, Pranali. Tum jitna strong main kisi ko nahi jaanta. Waise, agar chaho toh coffee treat pending hai—ek smile bhi mil jaaye toh din ban jaaye."
Pranali ne thoda blush kiya, fir bhi apne aap ko remind kiya—Yeh rasta bhi risky hai. Sharad pe bharosa toh hai, par apni galti dobara nahi dohra sakti. Ab koi bhi kadam soch samajh ke hi lena hai.
Usne thoda flirt karte hue reply kiya, lekin boundary clear rakhte hue:
"Smile ka promise abhi ke liye, baaki coffee treat dekh lenge. Aur haan, aaj sirf dosti, no drama."
Sharad instantly:
"Deal! Aur drama sirf tab, jab tum bologi. Bas khush raho, baaki sab main sambhal lunga."
Pranali ne phone side pe rakha, mood thoda halka ho gaya tha. Andar se socha,
“Shayad Sharad sach mein kuch help kar sake, par ab main kisi pe apni zindagi nahi chhod sakti. Sab kuch dosti tak hi rakhungi, aur aage ka soch samajh kar hi kadam uthana hai.”
Aaj pehli baar, Pranali ne thoda relief feel kiya—zindagi abhi bhi mushkil hai, par ab vo thoda sambhal ke, thoda seekh ke aage badhna chahti thi.

Munna ki neend khuli toh sabse pehle uski nazar Pranali par padi, jo bed ke edge par baithi thi, ab bhi thodi lost, lekin aankhon mein ek nayi sharm thi. Munna ne halki smile ke saath uske peechhe se haath badhakar uski kamar pakad li, aur uske shoulder par soft kiss kar diya.

Pranali ne thoda resist kiya, lekin phir apne aap ko Munna ki baahon mein dheere se de diya—yeh pal ab naya lag raha tha, jaise raat ki kasak ke baad subah ka sukoon.
Munna ne uske lips pe slow kiss diya, aur whisper kiya,
“Good morning, beautiful…”
Pranali thoda blush hui, aankhon mein sharm ke saath bole,
“Mere paas kapde nahi hain… kya karun?”
Munna ek dum hans pada, uska trademark confident laugh,
“Kya baat hai, Pranali… ab kapde bhi main dilaunga! Ruko, abhi manage karte hain.”
Usne turant apne staff ko phone lagaya, kuch instructions diye, aur sirf 15 minute baad room ki door bell baji. Ek staff ne ek beautiful, nayi saree ka box laakar diya—white, silky, ekdam soft texture, aur uske saath sleeveless blouse bhi tha.
Pranali ne box open kiya, saree ki softness feel ki, aankhon mein khushi aur thoda surprise tha. Munna ne tease karte hue bola,
“Bas, Mirzapur ki rani ko uski shaan ke hisaab se hi kapde milne chahiye. Aaj tumhare liye yeh white saree, full nayi beginning…”
Pranali ne aankhon mein sharm ke saath, ek genuine smile diya. Usne saree aur blouse le kar washroom ki taraf gayi, aur thodi der baad jab nikli toh… white silk mein, open hair, bare shoulders, aur nayi energy ke saath ek dum queen jaisi lag rahi thi.
Munna ne usse admire karte hue bola,
“Aaj toh sach mein poori ki poori meri lag rahi ho, Pranali…”
Pranali thoda sharmayi, lekin andar se pehli baar, ek soft sa confidence mehsoos hua. Shayad aaj se zindagi ek nayi kahani shuru karne jaa rahi thi—aur Munna ke saath, chahe majboori ho ya apni marzi, ab Pranali bhi khud ko nayi aankhon se dekh rahi thi.


White silky saree mein Pranali poori fresh, poised, aur graceful lag rahi thi, Munna ke saath breakfast table par aayi. Dono ke beech ab ek ajeeb sa understanding tha—pichli raat ka junoon, subah ki nayi shuruaat, aur ab ek team jaisa vibe. Staff ne dono ka khaas dhyaan rakha; Munna ka presence ab sabko feel ho raha tha.

Breakfast ke baad Munna aur Pranali office ka kaam niptaane gaye—accounts check, signatures, kuch official meetings. Pranali har jagah Munna ke saath confident, calm, aur thodi si silent thi, par uski aankhon mein ab guilt ki jagah acceptance aur ek alag sa glow tha.
Kaam khatam hote hi Munna ne SUV bulwayi,
“Chalo, Mirzapur waapas chalte hain, Pranali. Ghar ki yaad aa gayi hogi…”
Pranali ne ek choti si smile di,
“Haan, ab toh sab kuch naya lag raha hai.”
SUV mein dono side by side baithe, road Mirzapur ki taraf badh rahi thi. White saree ka pallu Pranali ki lap par, Munna ki aankhen kabhi uspar, kabhi road par. Dono ne zyada baat nahi ki, lekin silence mein bhi comfort tha.
Mirzapur ke borders dikhte hi, Pranali ke dil mein thoda sukoon bhi tha, aur ek nayi uljhan bhi—kaise face karegi ghar ko, Soham ko, ya Sharad ko… par ab woh kamzor nahi mehsoos kar rahi thi. Ab uski zindagi ki kahani uske haath mein lag rahi thi—chahe rasta chaata ho ya thoda dard bhara.
SUV Mirzapur ki galiyon mein ghus gayi—ek nayi subah, ek nayi Pranali, aur ek anjaani kahani ki shuruaat.

Mirzapur ki chhappar waali galiyon mein, SUV dheere dheere roll kar rahi thi. Aas-paas koi nahi tha—sirf shaam ki thandi hawa aur kuch kachra udta hua, poora mahal khamosh tha. Munna ne car ek sunssaan kona mein roki, ekdum sudden brake ke saath.

Pranali ne curious glance diya, par Munna ka mood instantly badal gaya. Woh seedha uski taraf mud gaya, uska haath pakad kar khud ki taraf khinch liya.
Munna ki aankhon mein ek wild possessiveness thi—bin kuch bole, usne Pranali ko zor se kiss kiya, lips pe ek long, hungry smooch. Pranali ek second ke liye resist karne lagi, phir Munna ki urgency mein kho gayi.
Kiss ke beech mein, Munna ne uske saree ka pallu side kiya, uski blouse ki neckline thodi aur slide ki, aur bina kisi hesitation ke uske ek boob ko mouth mein le liya—soft sucking, fir ek sudden wild bite. Pranali ki heartbeat tez ho gayi, lips se ek halki si gasp nikli, eyes closed ho gayi.
Munna thoda door hote hue, aankhon mein intense smile ke saath bola,
“Samjhi, Pranali? You’re mine now—poori tarah.”
Pranali ne aankhen neeche karte hue nervous nod diya, andar se thrill aur dar dono mehsoos hua. Munna ek dum se hans pada—woh hi badmaash Mirzapur king wali hansi,
“Good. Aur ab ghar ja, fresh ho ja—agli baar aur bhi maza aayega.”
Car ko ghar ke gate ke samne roka, Pranali ko quietly drop kiya. Woh ab bhi thodi breathless thi, lips swollen, aankhon mein mix of excitement and anxiety.
Munna ne ek sharp look diya,
“Bye, rani. Jaldi milenge.”
Phir SUV tez speed se gali ke mode par disappear ho gayi, aur Pranali ek pal ke liye wahi khadi, poore scene ko feel karti rahi—yeh naya rishta, yeh nayi Mirzapur.
She gathered her saree, composed herself, and quietly stepped inside her home—andar ek nayi kahani ke liye ready, chahe jo bhi ho.


Pranali ne ghar ka darwaza dhyan se khola, saree theek ki, aur face par ek calm, professional smile laayi. Andar jaise hi gayi, Soham, saas-sasur, aur beta living room mein hi mil gaye.

Soham ne pucha,
“Toh, kaam kaisa raha? Sab thik tha?”
Pranali ne aankhon mein thoda nervousness chhupate hue bola,
“Sab theek raha. Office ka kaam smoothly ho gaya. Munna ne bahut support kiya… aur kaam ke liye thank you ke taur pe yeh gifts bheje hain.”
Usne ek bag table par rakh diya—andar imported sweets, dry fruits, aur ek silk dupatta tha. Sab ghar wale khush ho gaye, gift dekh ke unke chehre par ek alag si respect aa gayi.
Saas ne bola,
“Beta, Munna ji ka shukriya bolna. Bahut samajhdaar ladki hai tu!”
Pranali ne halki si muskurahat di, par andar se heart racing tha. Usne jaldi se ek excuse banaya,
“Thoda fresh ho kar aati hoon…”
She quickly made her way out and reached Shubha’s house. Shubha ne door khola, Pranali ki aankhon mein sab kuch samajh gayi—she just hugged her friend tight.
Bedroom mein baithe, Pranali finally sab kuch bol gayi—raat ka passion, Munna ka possessiveness, hotel ka scene, woh white saree, return in the gali, everything. Tears nikal aaye, voice shake ho gayi.
Shubha ne halka sa sigh kiya,
“Toh, finally… tu is rishte ko accept kar hi liya, Pranali?”
Pranali ne aankhen pochhte hue, thoda broken smile ke saath kaha,
“Acceptance keh lo ya majboori… ab lagta hai sirf yeh hi option hai. Jab tak mere ghar wale safe hain, main sab kuch seh lungi. Shayad ek din Munna thak bhi jaaye mujhse. Jo ho raha hai, vo meri family ke liye hai, mere liye nahi.”
Shubha ne Pranali ka haath pakda, eyes full of support,
“Tu bahut strong hai, Pranali. Main yahi hoon, jitna ho sakega main help karungi. Par apne dil ko bhi kabhi mat bhool, warna iss Mirzapur mein tu khud ko kho degi.”
Pranali ne bas halki si smile di,
“Ab toh sirf yahi reality hai, Shubha. Main khud ko nahi bacha paayi, par unko toh bacha sakti hoon.”
Dono kuch der chup rahi, ek dusre ka saath mehsoos karte hue. Pranali ke liye ab sab kuch badal gaya tha—lekin ek loyal dost jaise Shubha ke saath, vo apne dard ko thoda halka mehsoos kar paayi.

Shubha ne Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha, kuch seconds socha, fir softly bola,

“Pranali, tu Sharad se baat kar… sach mein, shayad vo hi tujhe Munna se nikaal sake. Uski power bhi kam nahi hai. Aur… vo tujhse sach mein care karta hai.”
Pranali ne turant sir hila diya, aankhon mein chinta aa gayi,
“Nahi Shubha, abhi nahi. Sharad already sab samajh chuka hai—main aur kuch nahi chahti ki vo bhi is game mein atak jaye. Agar vo Munna se takra gaya toh meri life aur bhi mushkil ho jayegi. Sharad ka apna swag hai, apna politics hai… mujhe usme nahi padna.”
Shubha ne slow sigh kiya,
“Toh ab? Tu aise hi sab kuch sehne wali hai? Sirf Munna ko satisfy karke khudko khatam kar degi?”
Pranali ki aankhon mein guilt ubhar aayi, usne cheek pe aansu ponch liya,
“Kya option hai mere paas, Shubha? Jab tak Munna mujh mein interested hai, main usko rokh nahi sakti. At least mere gharwale safe hain. Har raat guilt mein soti hoon… Soham ka chehra yaad aata hai, par… apni majboori samajh ke hi sab seh rahi hoon. Munna ko jo chahiye, main de dungi—usko satisfy karungi, apni family ki khatir.”
Shubha ne samajhdari se poocha,
“Aur Sharad? Uske liye jo feel kar rahi hai tu, uska kya?”
Pranali ne pehli baar, thoda sharmate, thoda dare hue tone mein kaha,
“Sharad ke saath ek ajeeb sa connection hai, Shubha. Vo baatein karta hai toh lagta hai main abhi bhi zinda hoon, sirf kisi ki body nahi hoon. Lekin uske saath kuch galat ho gaya toh main sab kuch kho dungi. Sharad samajh sakta hai mujhe… aur pata nahi kyu, uski dosti… uski teasing mujhe jeene ka reason de rahi hai.”
Shubha ne gently Pranali ka haath pakda,
“Par kab tak, Pranali? Kab tak guilt aur compromise mein jiye gi? Kisi din toh tujhe apni khushi, apni zindagi ke liye bhi sochna hi padega.”
Pranali ne aankhon mein aansu lekar, heavy voice mein kaha,
“Abhi toh sirf survive kar rahi hoon, Shubha. Sharad ka khayal dosti tak hi rakhoongi, warna sab kuch aur toot jayega. Par sach bataun, uske messages aate hai toh lagta hai andhera thoda kam ho jata hai.”
Shubha ne emotional hoke bas Pranali ko hug kiya,
“Main yahi hoon, jab tak tu chahe. Sharad ho ya Munna—decision tera hi hoga, Pranali. Par apne dil ko mar mat dena.”
Dono thodi der tak chup rahi, Mirzapur ki andheri raat mein, dosti ke ek pal ke liye guilt, pain, aur saari politics se dur.



Sunday ki subah Mirzapur mein unusually shaant thi. Ghar mein sab apne mood mein the—Soham newspaper padh raha tha, saas chai bana rahi thi, beta TV dekh raha tha. Pranali breakfast table par casually baithi thi, par dil mein ab bhi raat ki baatein chal rahi thi.

Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua—Sharad Shukla ka message.
"Pranali, Mirzapur aa gaya hoon. Tumse milna tha. Bohot urgent hai."
Pranali ne thoda sa surprise feel kiya, fingers kuch seconds tak screen pe hi ruki rahi. Thoda hesitation tha, par ek alag si excitement bhi—Sharad kabhi direct nahi milta, toh aaj kya hua hai?
Usne reply kiya,
"Aisa hai toh ghar aa jao, family bhi hai yahan."
Sharad ne turant answer kiya,
"Nahin, main sirf tumse milna chahta hoon. Zaruri hai. Baaki sab baad mein."
Pranali ne ek pal ke liye socha—Kya yeh sahi hai? Kya sochenge gharwale? Par Sharad ke urgent tone ne curiosity aur thoda tension dono badha diya.
Usne quickly respond kiya,
"Theek hai, batao kahan milna hai?"
Sharad:
"Purani kothi ke bagal wale garden mein. Wahan koi nahi hoga. 15 min mein milo."
Pranali ne apna phone side mein rakha, heartbeat thodi tez ho gayi. She made an excuse—*“Thoda fresh air lene jaa rahi hoon”—*and changed into a simple salwar-suit. Lips pe light gloss, face pe nervousness, aankhon mein anjaana sa excitement.
She quietly slipped out, family ko bye bolkar, aur garden ki taraf chali gayi, head full of questions—Sharad ko itna urgent kya ho gaya? Aur main kyu ja rahi hoon, jab socha tha dosti tak hi rakhungi?
Par dil ki awaz seedha Sharad ki taraf khinch rahi thi—shayad aaj kuch alag hone wala hai, kuch naya twist Mirzapur ki raaton jaisa.


Pranali ne ghar se nikalne se pehle thodi der tak wardrobe ke saamne socha—casual, simple, par safe bhi lage. Usne ek soft green cotton salwar-suit pehna, sleeves thodi short thi, neckline decent but thoda deep, and dupatta carefully set across her chest. Baal khule, halki kajal, lips pe ek natural gloss. Vo simplicity mein bhi ek ajeeb si khoobsurti lag rahi thi—maybe a little nervous, but unmissable.

Garden ke corner mein Sharad pehle se khada tha—jeans, white kurta, sleeves rolled, baalon mein thodi halki breeze. Usne Pranali ko aate dekha toh aankhon mein woh signature Sharad calmness thi, but uska gaze thoda intense tha. Garden ka wo hissa purana tha, chaaron taraf lambe paudhe, ek chota sa stone bench, jahan koi aata nahi.
Pranali thoda cautious thi, Sharad ke paas jaakar ruk gayi.
“Sharad, itni urgency kya hai? Sab theek toh hai?”
Sharad ne ek deep breath li, serious tone mein bola,
“Main jaanta hoon tum Munna ke saath phas gayi ho. Maine sab dekh liya hai, Pranali. Tum theek nahi ho, chahe jitna act karo. Main yahan hoon tumhari help ke liye.”
Pranali ne turant defensive ho kar, thoda tezz tone mein kaha,
“Mujhe kisi ki madad nahi chahiye, Sharad. Please—yeh meri zindagi hai, main sambhal lungi. Tum kyun help karna chahte ho?”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein direct dekha,
“Kyunki… I like you, Pranali. Bohot. Aur main tumhe takleef mein nahi dekh sakta. Tum deserve karti ho better, aur main…”
Us pal mein, Pranali ka heart flutter hua—Sharad ki honesty mein ek ajeeb si gravity thi. Par usne apne aap ko sambhala, face thoda strong banaya,
“Sharad, main tumhare dost ki wife hoon. Tumhara yeh hona… it’s not right. Please, don’t make this complicated.”
Vo turn karne lagi jaane ke liye, par Sharad ne gently uska haath pakad liya.
Pranali ka voice shaky ho gaya,
“Leave me, Sharad. Yeh sahi nahi hai.”
Sharad ne usse chodne ki jagah uski aankhon mein intense nazar se dekha, aur phir ek sudden motion mein usse apni taraf kheench liya—poori tarah baahon mein bandh liya. Pranali ki heartbeat aur tez ho gayi, body freeze ho gayi, par andar kuch melt bhi ho gaya.
Sharad ki voice ab low thi, full of longing,
“Galat ya sahi, main yahi feel karta hoon. Tum chaho toh abhi chali jao, par sach yahi hai—main tumhe chhod nahi sakta. Tum sirf mere dosti ka part nahi ho, Pranali… tum usse zyada ho.”
Pranali ne aankhon mein aansu aur confusion, guilt aur attraction dono mehsoos kiya.
Usne fir bhi, thoda break karte hue, whisper kiya,
“Please, Sharad… mujhe jaane do…”
Sharad ne thoda aur close khinch liya, cheek ke paas lips le jaakar almost whisper kiya,
“Kya sach mein chahti ho main chhod du? Ya bas apne dil se bhaag rahi ho?”
Ek pal ke liye garden ka wo corner sirf un dono ki saansen, silent tears, aur dhadkano ki aawaz se bhar gaya. Pranali ne aankhen band karli—ek ajeeb si ladai chal rahi thi uske andar, guilt aur chahat ke beech.
Woh dono ab nature ke witness ke saath, Mirzapur ki sabse dangerous line par khade the—dosti, loyalty, aur forbidden attraction ke beech.


Garden ke sunssaan kone mein, peepal ke bade ped ke neeche, tension electricity ki tarah hawa mein thi. Sharad ne Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha—us intense, honest longing ke saath. Phir, bina ek shabd bole, usne uske lips par ek deep, passionate kiss kar diya.

Pranali ne pehle resist kiya, haath se uska chest push kiya, lips tight kiye rakhe,
“Sharad, please—yeh galat hai…”
Par Sharad ke lips ka pressure, uski breath, uski arms ki warmth… dheere dheere Pranali ka resistance pighalne laga. Uske haath Sharad ke shoulders pe slide ho gaye, body uske against melt hone lagi. Kiss ab slow se wild ho gayi—lips lock, tongue dance, french kiss ka intensity—shabdon ki koi zarurat nahi thi. Pranali ki saans tez, lips par lipstick smudge ho gayi, moans uske throat se slip ho gaye.
Duppatta kab ka zameen pe gir gaya tha. Sharad ne Pranali ko gently tree ke against press kar diya, apne lips uske neck pe le gaya—soft kisses, fir slow, teasing bites. Pranali ki body me goosebumps, she tilted her head back, Sharad ke hair me fingers ghusa di, usko tightly hug kar liya.
Sharad ka ek haath dheere se uski kurti ke andar gaya—directly uske soft boobs ko paaya, thumb se nipple ko slow press kiya. Pranali ke muh se ek raw moan nikal gaya,
“Mmm… Sharad…”
Tree ke niche ab sirf unki wild, hungry smooching ki awaaz thi—kissing, lips licking, breathless moans. Pranali ab uss forbidden touch ko openly enjoy kar rahi thi, apne guilt, dar sab bhool kar. She hugged Sharad tighter, legs thodi tremble karne lagi.
Sharad ne apni palm se aur firm press diya, fir lips Pranali ke ear tak le gaya, hot breath mein whisper kiya,
“Pranali… you feel so perfect… main pagal ho jaunga…”
Achanak, ek pal ke liye, Pranali ki aankhein khul gayi—reality ka jhatka laga. Usne Sharad ke chest pe strong push diya, saans tez thi, aankhon mein shock, guilt, aur regret ka tsunami.
“Yeh nahi ho sakta, Sharad! Please—just stop!”
She picked up her dupatta, hair messy, lipstick ruined, breath out of control. Tears ready in her eyes, she quickly turned away—shaken, trembling, apne guilt aur darr ke saath.
Sharad bhi, us moment ka heat abhi bhi feel kar raha tha—lekin Pranali ke aasu dekhte hi, uska chehra serious ho gaya.
Pranali, apni heartbeat aur heavy breath sambhalte hue, garden se nikal gayi—leaving Sharad standing there, longing, guilty, and more obsessed than ever.




Garden se tezi se nikalte hue, Pranali ki saans phooli hui thi. Uska dupatta haath mein, lipstick smudge, aankhon mein aansu. Ghar tak aate aate vo pura shake ho gayi thi. Kisi tarah apne kamre tak gayi, door band kiya, aur apne aap se ladte ladte bed par gir gayi.

Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha—ab sirf guilt nahi, kuch aur bhi.
“Main yeh kya kar rahi hoon? Soham mera pati hai, mera ghar hai, mere bachche ka baap hai… main use dhoka de rahi hoon, sirf body se nahi, ab toh apne dil se bhi…”
Pranali ne pillow mein muh chhupa liya, aansu chhoot gaye.
“Munna ke saath jo ho raha hai, vo ek majboori thi, ek compromise tha… main apne ghar ke liye sab kuch seh rahi thi. Lekin aaj… aaj Sharad ke saath jo hua… vo kuch aur tha. Vo sirf junoon nahi tha, vo kuch real lag raha tha. Main khud se hi darti hoon—Sharad ki baaton mein, uski care mein, apna aap kho baithi hoon.”
Uski guilt ab double ho gayi thi—ek taraf Munna, doosri taraf Sharad. Ab main sirf Soham ke sharirik roop se nahi, apne dil se bhi cheat kar rahi hoon. Usne mujh par poora bharosa kiya, aur main… main khudko hi nahi samajh pa rahi hoon…
Pranali ne apne aansu pochte hue, apne reflection ko dekha—bikhre baal, messi lipstick, aankhon mein laal rang, aur dil mein guilt ka toofan.
“Kya main itni kamzor ho gayi hoon? Kya sach mein Sharad ko chahne lagi hoon? Aur agar ho bhi gayi, toh iska kya hoga? Soham ne kya galat kiya hai mere saath? Uska kya kasoor hai?”
She curled up, knees to chest, aur bas rote hue sochti rahi—kaise Mirzapur ki politics ne use ek pal mein majboor biwi se ek cheat wife, aur ek nayi mohabbat me phasi hui aurat bana diya.
“Ab toh apne aap ko bhi samjhaana mushkil hai… na main Munna se nikal sakti hoon, na Sharad ke dil se… aur na hi Soham ko sach bol sakti hoon…”
Us raat, Pranali ne bahut ro liya—khud par, apne choices par, aur un sab rishton par jo use sab kuch de kar bhi usse khud se door karte ja rahe the.

Pranali bedroom ke mirror ke saamne khadi thi, aankhon mein neend aur aansu dono ki thakaan thi. Usne aaj ke din ke liye ek halka, soft green cotton salwar-suit pehna tha—kurti short thi, sleeves elbows tak, neckline modest par thoda deep. Dupatta loosely shoulders pe dala hua, salwar perfectly fit, aur kapde ki softness uski skin pe ek alag hi comfort de rahi thi.

Baal khule the, thode messy from her emotional breakdown, aankhon ke neeche thodi laali—raat bhar ke aansuon ki nishani. Pranali ki simplicity mein bhi ek ajeeb si grace thi, uski natural beauty abhi bhi chamak rahi thi, chahe andar se vo kitni bhi tooti ho.
Mirror mein apne aap ko dekhte hue, Pranali ne ek deep sigh li. Usne socha, “Kya main ab bhi wahi Pranali hoon jo Mirzapur aayi thi? Ya ab sab kuch badal gaya hai?”
Salwar-suit ki simplicity uske guilt ko aur highlight karti thi—vo ek normal biwi dikhna chahti thi, par uske dil ka storm uski aankhon mein dikh hi jaata tha.
Ab vo ready thi, duniya ke samne phir se ek mask pehnne ke liye—chahe andar se kuch bhi ho raha ho, bahar se vo ab bhi Soham ki sanskari, strong wife thi… lekin sirf vo hi jaanti thi ki uske dil ke kone mein ek naya aashiq—Sharad—ab jagah bana chuka hai.

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