Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

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Raat bhar Pranali ne aankh nahi lagayi. Kabhi ceiling ko takti rahi, kabhi apne phone ko, kabhi aankhon se behte aansuon ko chupke se ponchti rahi. Sharad ke saath hua pal baar-baar aankhon ke saamne flash ho raha tha—uska kiss, uska touch, uske words.

“Main tumhe takleef mein nahi dekh sakta.”

Woh lafz ab uske guilt se bhi zyada zor se gungunane lage the.

Subah ka pehla message bhi usi ka tha.

“I’m sorry for yesterday. I lost control… but I meant every word.”

Pranali ne message dekha… fingers ruk gayi screen pe. Kuch type karne lagi, fir delete kar diya.

“Nahi… abhi aur nahi. Main aur khud se girna nahi chahti.”

Usne phone side mein rakha, ek thandi saans li, aur apna work bag uthaya. Aaj bank jaana tha—normalcy ki zarurat thi, warna dil aur dimag dono bikhar jaate.

She wore a light blue saree, neat bun, minimal kajal—professional and distant. Jaisa face pe mask pehen rakha ho. Ghar walon ko routine goodbye bolke, she took her scooty and drove off.

Bank ke paas…

Jab Pranali ne apni scooty side wale parking mein roki, uska dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Wahin thoda aage, ek black SUV quietly khadi thi. Aur usme se dikhayi diya—Munna.

Uske Ray-Ban ke peeche se aankhon ne Pranali ko directly dekh liya. Munna ne window down kiya, sirf ek chhoti si smirk ke saath bola:

“Chalo, madam. Chhod deta hoon. Roz ki tarah drama mat karna.”

Pranali kuch nahi boli. Aankhon mein emotion lock karke, usne dupatta theek kiya, bag tight pakda… aur seedha Munna ke car ke passenger door ko khola. Kamar seedhi, aankhon mein halka guilt aur resignation… aur woh chup chaap andar baith gayi.

Car band hui, windows up. Kuch seconds tak dono ne kuch nahi kaha.

Phir Munna ne slow voice mein bola,

“Kya hua, bank nahi jaana? Ya bank sirf naam ka hai… real kaam toh ab tum samajh gayi ho na?”

Uske tone mein thoda possessiveness, thoda mocking tha.

Pranali ne aankhen band ki, thoda neck jhuka kar quietly bola:

“Ab main jaanti hoon, Munna… main ab tumhari hoon.”

Munna ki aankhon mein victorious glint tha. Usne slowly car start ki, aur pura Mirzapur jaise ab uski trophy ke saath ghoom raha ho.

Aur Pranali? Uski aankhon mein guilt tha, guilt se bhara dard—ki vo sirf Munna ki body ban chuki thi, aur Sharad ke liye vo emotions bhi, ab ek aur zanjeer ban gaye the.

Munna ki car ek sunsan, dust-bhari road par ruk gayi. Peeche ek aur black Scorpio khadi thi—usme Munna ke trusted guards, sunglasses mein, chewing gutkha, full desi swag mein. Mirzapur ke is kone mein, sirf unka hi raaj tha, koi bhi idhar aane ki sochta bhi nahi tha.

Munna ne Pranali ko side glance diya,

“Peeche aao.”

Uski awaaz mein order tha, pyaar ya romance ka koi touch nahi—bas possessiveness, aur ab to Pranali bhi samajh gayi thi ki behtar hai bina bole maan jana.

Pranali chup chaap piche vali seat pe shift ho gayi, saree aur dupatta ko sambhalte hue. Munna bhi driver se kuch short baat karke piche aaya, side se uske bilkul close baith gaya.

Peeche guard car mein baith kar ek dusre ko elbow maar ke hass rahe the.

Ek guard ne window se jhaank ke dekha, phir doston ko tease kiya:

“Oye, Munna bhai ka maal to kadak hai re! Aaj jeep mein full-on scene hoga lagta hai!”

Dusra guard:

“Bhai ko maza bhi to full Mirzapur style chahiye—public place, sunsan road, boss ki style hi alag hai!”

Sab hans pade, thoda gutkha phek diya road pe, aur gaane ka volume badha diya.

Munna ne apni trademark slow smile ke saath Pranali ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein victory aur thoda wild hunger.

“Suna na? Sabko pata hai ab tu sirf meri hai. Tere jaisi biwi to luck se milti hai, par ab tu bas Munna ke naam ki hai.”

Pranali ne aankhen jhuka li, lips slightly trembling.

Andar se woh tut chuki thi—sab kuch sun rahi thi, guards ke words, Munna ka possessive touch, Mirzapur ki wo khuli zubaan. Par is waqt resistance bekaar tha—ab yeh uski zindagi ka naya sach tha.

Jeep ke andar ab hawa heavy ho gayi thi—aur bahar Mirzapur ke badmash log, hass rahe the, jashn mana rahe the. Pranali ka har pal ab sirf ek compromise tha—par Munna ke liye, yeh sirf shuruat thi.

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Jeep ke andar hawa aur heavy ho gayi thi. Peeche ka seat ab battlefield ban chuka tha—Munna ne Pranali ke khule baalon ko ek haath se kas ke pakda, doosre haath se uska face apni taraf kheench liya. Lips par ek bhookha, wild kiss—koi pyaar nahi, sirf possessive need. Munna ki lips uski lips ko choos rahi thi, kabhi rough, kabhi deep, teeth se thoda nibble karte hue.

Pranali ka resistance ab pura toot chuka tha, she had already surrendered. Ab uske haath Munna ke shoulders pe, chest tight uske against. Moans uske lips se slip ho rahe the,

"Mmm... Munna... ahhh..."

Munna ki saansen tez thi, lips ab uske neck pe—deep, wet kisses, thoda bite, thoda suck.

"Aah... Munna, please..."

Pranali ki aawaz ka tone ab fully desperate tha, body arch ho rahi thi, door pe jhuki, Munna almost poora uske upar.

Jeep ke andar ab sirf un dono ke moans, lips ki smacking, aur Munna ke rough touch ki awaaz thi. Munna ne ek jerk mein Pranali ka pallu side fenk diya, saree ka front khul gaya, mangalsutra upar slide ho gaya, deep cleavage exposed, aur chest tez saans lene se up-down ho raha tha.

Munna ne aankhon se uska cleavage dekha—chest pe beads of sweat, deep neckline se pura view. Uska haath direct Pranali ke blouse ke andar gaya, uske boobs ko squeeze karte hue. Pranali ke moans aur bold ho gaye,

"Ohhh... yess... Munna... aur karo..."

Jeep ke cabin mein har touch, har kiss amplified lag raha tha—Pranali ka body, uska chest, uske moans, sab raw, wild, and out of control.

Munna ab full animal mode mein tha, lips ab Pranali ke cleavage mein, tongue se licks, teeth se bites, palms se boobs squeeze, aur Pranali—uski saansein tez, body tremble kar rahi thi, nails Munna ke back pe, head back, eyes closed,

"Mmm... Munna... please... aur deep... mujhe chahiye..."

Outside, guards ki gaadi se bass ki beat aa rahi thi, par jeep ke andar sirf unke wild kisses, urgent moans, aur bed control ki thap-thap thi. Saree, blouse, mangalsutra—sab mix ho gaya tha us wild moment mein.

Pranali ab poori tarah Munna ke under, uski property, uski aag—jeep ke andar ab bas ek hi naam gunj raha tha,

"Munna... Munna..."

Jeep ke andar ka scene ab pura animalistic ho chuka tha. Munna ne Pranali ke dono haath ek saath pakad liye, unhe forcefully jeep ki window par spread kar diya. Uske arms tense ho gaye, sleeves thodi slide ho gayi, aur Munna ki aankhen uski soft, sweaty armpits pe atak gayi—us raw khushboo mein usko ek alag hi nasha tha.

Munna ne bina warning ke apni tongue uske armpit ke andar slide ki, thoda lick kiya, thoda suck kiya—Pranali ka pura body jhatak gaya, moan nikal gayi lips se,

“Munna… please…”

Munna ne thoda wild hoke, uske ear ke paas husky voice mein bola,

“Peeche se sabko dikha ke seduce karti hai na tu? Ab dekh, main kya karta hoon…”

Pranali sharm ke maare aankhein band kar gayi, lekin body ne resistance bilkul nahi diya. Uska blouse almost pura khul chuka tha, hooks open, boobs out, nipples hard. Munna ne instantly apne lips uske boobs par laga diye—sucking, biting, tongue se rough play.

Pranali ke moans ab aur wild ho gayi thi,

“Aahh… Munna… itna strong…”

Saans tez ho rahi thi, chest up-down ho raha tha, mangalsutra uske cleavage pe dance kar raha tha.

Munna ke haath ab bhi uske wrists hold kar rahe the, uski body poori tarah Munna ke control mein thi. Jeep ki windows foggy ho chuki thi, cabin mein sirf moans, sucking ki awaz, aur Munna ka raw possessiveness.

Outside, guards ki car se laughter aur music aa raha tha, lekin jeep ke andar sirf ek hi power ka rule chal raha tha—Munna ka.

Pranali ab poori tarah apni sharam, guilt sab bhool chuki thi, sirf us raw, wild feel mein kho gayi thi—poori tarah Munna ki property, poori tarah uske control mein.

Jeep ke andar, air thick thi with heat and desperation. Pranali ka slim yet curvy figure—around 34-28-36, medium height, toned waist, fair glowing skin—was sprawled helplessly across the back seat. Uska blouse almost pura khul chuka tha, boobs full and soft, dusky pink nipples hard ho chuke the, chest pe beads of sweat.

Munna, pura wild mode mein, uske boobs ke saath khel raha tha—kabhi tongue se circles, kabhi lips se deep sucks, kabhi teeth se gentle bites. Pranali ke lips se continuous moans nikal rahe the,

“Aah… Munna… oh god… aur karo…”

Munna ne, bina koi sharam, Pranali ki saree ko waist tak slide kiya, uski panty ko ek jerk mein utar diya, throw kar diya seat pe. Ab Pranali almost naked, sirf khula blouse aur saree ka pallu thoda lapet kar. Munna ne uske dono haath apne belt se seat ke handle par tie kar diye—now she was fully vulnerable, unable to resist, breathless.

Munna ne apni fingers se Pranali ki chut ko stroke kiya—she was dripping wet, already throbbing. Usne chut ke lips ko thoda stretch karke, finger andar gently slide ki, aur soft pressure diya. Pranali ka pura body jhatak gaya, moan uncontrol ho gaya,

“Mmm… Munna… so wet… aur andar jao…”

Usne finger thoda twist kiya, par ek pal mein, achanak window pe zor se "thak thak" hui.

Munna ka mood instantly gussa mein badal gaya,

“Oye, saale! Kya hai? Disturb mat karo, bhaag yahan se!”

par awaz familiar thi.

Munna ne khidki khol ke dekha, aur uske peeche—Kaleen Bhaiya khade the.

Unki aankhen seedha Munna par, phir Pranali par gayi—uski open blouse, tied hands, bare chest, almost naked lower body, breathless face. Saree bikhri hui, mangalsutra neck pe twisted, Pranali ke lips swollen, eyes teary but wild with passion.

Kaleen Bhaiya ke face par ek deadly calm tha—woh sab kuch silently observe kar rahe the.

Unhone kuch nahi bola, bas ek slow, dangerous smirk diya—jaise unka respect Munna ke liye thoda badh gaya ho, ya shayad unka interest Pranali par shift ho gaya ho.

Munna aur Pranali dono ek pal ke liye shock mein—Munna ne apne body ko uske saamne shield kiya, Pranali ne aankhen jhuka li, sharam, dar aur guilt sab kuch ek pal mein mil gaya.

Kaleen Bhaiya ne low voice mein kaha:

“Munna, baad mein mil… abhi kaam khatam kar le, fir aake baat karna.”

Aur woh slowly chal diye, apni hi alag Mirzapur style mein.

Jeep ke andar ab tension abhi bhi thick thi, lekin ek nayi danger ki boond bhi aa chuki thi.

Kaleen Bhaiya ke jaane ke baad jeep ke andar hawa aur bhi garam ho gayi thi—par is baar, Munna ke dil mein ek pal ke liye panic bhi tha, lekin uski aankhon mein junoon ab double ho chuka tha. Pranali abhi bhi shock mein, uski aankhein badi, lips parted, body tremble kar rahi thi—lekin resistance gayab ho chuka tha.

Munna ne ek second ka bhi time waste nahi kiya. Usne Pranali ki tange apni strong arms se wide open kar di—ab she was tied, exposed, fully helpless. Munna ke andar ki wild animal energy ab control ke bahar thi.

Usne apne lund ko, jo abhi tak uski wildness se hard tha, Pranali ki wet chut ke lips pe rub kiya—ek tease, fir bina warning ke, ek hi zabardast, deep thrust mein andar daal diya.

“Aahhh… Munna…!”

Pranali ka moan itna heavy, raw, aur uncontrollable tha ki jeep ke andar ghoonj gaya. Uska chest upar-niche ho raha tha, tied hands seat pe, blouse poora khula, boobs shake ho rahe the har thrust ke saath, aur uski chut already full stretch mein thi.

Munna ne pace aur tez kar diya, har thrust ab full force mein,

“Aaj koi nahi rok sakta, Pranali! Mirzapur ka asli maza aaj dekh…!”

Pranali ke moans ab aur wild, breathless,

“Oh god… Munna… aur hard… main toot rahi hoon…!”

Jeep ki suspension bhi unke rhythm se hilne lagi thi, windows foggy, glass pe sweat ke marks. Munna ne ek haath Pranali ki neck ke peeche daal ke usko apni taraf aur pull kiya, dusre haath se uske boobs ko squeeze karte hue,

“Dekho kaise bikhar rahi hai mere lund pe… sabko pata chal gaya ki ab tu sirf Munna Tripathi ki hai!”

Pranali ki saansen cut rahi thi, body uncontrollable, legs wide open, moans ab almost scream mein badal chuki thi. Uska mangalsutra ab har thrust pe uske cleavage mein jump kar raha tha, nipples rock hard, sweat and pleasure ka perfect mix.

Jeep ke andar ab sirf unke bodies ki thap-thap, wild kissing, aur dirty talk ki gunj thi—Mirzapur ki galiyo ki tarah raw, unfiltered, aur unstoppable.

Munna ab pura lost in pleasure,

“Aaj main tujhe yaad rakhne layak bana dunga, Pranali… Mirzapur mein sabse kadak maal ab sirf mera hai!”

Aur Pranali, us wild, risky madness mein, ab poori tarah Munna ki slave ban chuki thi—no resistance, just raw, animal passion, tied, moaning, and broken by Mirzapur’s wildest son.

Jeep ke andar hawa thick ho chuki thi—sweat, lust, and that dangerous thrill of being caught. Munna ab poori tarah apne wild zone mein tha. Usne Pranali ki tied wrists ko tight hold kiya, tange aur wide open kar di, and with his lund throbbing and rock hard, he started slamming into her with brutal, urgent strokes.

Har thrust mein Munna ki raw power thi,

“Aaj tujhe tod ke hi chhodunga, Pranali…”

uski awaaz guttural thi, every word dripping with control and hunger.

Pranali ki body har jhatke pe hil rahi thi, boobs wild motion mein, blouse khula, nipples exposed, sweat ke beads uske bare skin pe shine kar rahe the. Har stroke pe,

“Aahhh… Munna… aur hard… aur deep…!”

her voice now pure desperation, pure surrender.

Munna ab speed aur force badhata gaya, hips slam karte, uska lund har bar Pranali ki chut ke andar tak jaa raha tha, walls stretched, wetness spread everywhere. Uski breath heavy, body animalistic, ek haath ab Pranali ke throat ke side ko pakad ke thoda control mein rakha, dusre se uska waist squeeze kiya,

“Dekho kaise le rahi hai mera lund… yahi hai Mirzapur ka asli scene!”

Jeep ke andar, bodies ka collision, seat ki squeak, and their mixed, wild moans—the soundscape was pure filth, pure heat, pure danger.

Pranali ab ek dam broken moaning,

“Munna… main… main toot rahi hoon… bas… aur… aur…!”

Her body shook with each hard stroke, her hair wild, mangalsutra swinging with every thrust, sweat mixing with her pleasure.

Munna ne pace aur badhaya,

“Aaj tu sirf meri hai, Pranali—mirzapur ki rani, ab sirf Munna ke saath…”

His thrusts now punishing, almost primal, pushing her right to the edge, over and over.

Jeep ke andar ab kuch bhi gentle nahi tha—sirf hard, relentless, wild fucking, until both of them were just sweat, moans, and the sound of their bodies colliding in the rawest Mirzapur style.

Jeep ke andar ab bas ek hi junoon chal raha tha—Munna ke brutal, relentless thrusts. Sweat dono ki bodies se tapak raha tha, breaths jagged and wild. Pranali ki legs wide open, tied hands seat pe, boobs wild motion mein, har inch pe pleasure aur pain ka perfect mix.

Munna ne pace aur tez kiya, his hips slamming against her,

“Aaj… aaj sab kuch tera andar hi…!”

Pranali ki voice ab sirf broken moans thi,

“Munna… abhi… mujhe chahiye… sab kuch andar…!”

Aur ek final, earth-shattering thrust ke saath, Munna pura lund deep uski chut ke andar push kar diya, body tight ho gayi, aur usne pura load andar discharge kar diya—thick, hot, filling her completely.

Pranali ke andar ek wave of ecstasy aayi, body arch ho gayi, loud scream nikal gayi,

“Aaaahhh… Munna…!”

Kuch seconds ke liye sab kuch still ho gaya—jeep ke andar sirf unki wild heartbeats, sweat ki smell, aur rain ke halki tapping ki awaaz. Munna abhi bhi andar, breathing heavy, body poori tarah exhausted.

Munna ne apne weight ke saath Pranali par collapse kiya, dono tangled together, gasping for air. Pranali ab bhi trembling, sweat aur pleasure ke mixture mein, eyes half closed, chest rapidly rising and falling.

For a moment, outside ki duniya kho gayi thi—andar sirf Munna, Pranali, unka wild passion, aur jeep ke glass pe condensation.

Aaj, Mirzapur ki galiyo mein, Munna ne sabit kar diya tha—Pranali ab sirf uski thi. Aur Pranali? She lay there beneath him, breathless, used, full, aur ek ajeeb si, guilty satisfaction ke saath.

Pranali abhi bhi back seat pe thi, breath heavy, body mein thakan aur guilt dono ka nasha. Usne dheere-dheere apni saree, blouse, aur inner wear sambhalna shuru kiya—haath abhi bhi thode shaky, skin pe abhi bhi Munna ke touch ke red marks, neck aur armpits pe sweat ka sheen, cleavage abhi bhi half exposed, mangalsutra tangled ho chuka tha.

Tabhi jeep ka door khula aur Munna, shirtless, baahar nikal aaya—chest pe fresh scratch marks, lips thode swollen, hair messy. Uska confidence abhi bhi full power par tha, aur body language mein ek Mirzapur king wali raw energy.

Jeep ke side hi, guards ki car khadi thi—lekin wahin kuch feet door Kaleen Bhaiya ki shiny black SUV bhi park thi. Andar se car ka window thoda down tha, aur Kaleen Bhaiya apni usual calm, calculating aankhon se bahar ka scene dekh rahe the.

Jab Munna baahar aaya, Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhen sidha us par gayi—ek second ko uske body language, uske bare chest ko scan kiya. Fir unhone car ke rearview se dekha… aur jeep ke back seat par Pranali ki sexy, almost naked body—woh abhi bhi blouse ke hooks band kar rahi thi, saree dbang karte hue, underarms abhi bhi open, neck pe sweat shine karta, boobs ka outline clearly visible, hips ke curve se saree slip hoti hui.

Kaleen Bhaiya ke lips par ek barely-there smirk aaya, unki aankhen ek pal ke liye linger ki Pranali ke armpits, breasts, aur uske sweat-soaked skin par. Fir calmly unhone apni gaze Munna par fix ki—full authority, full judgement, jaise keh rahe ho: Sab kuch dekha hai, Munna… Mirzapur ka asli game toh ab shuru hoga.

Munna ne bhi Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhon mein aankhein daal di—ek mix of nervousness and defiance ke saath.

Beech ka scene full tension se bhara hua tha—Pranali abhi bhi piche, half-dressed, khud ko jaldi-jaldi cover karne ki koshish karte hue, par sab kuch Kaleen Bhaiya ke silent gaze ke saamne exposed tha.

Aaj sirf Munna ne nahi, Mirzapur ke asli king ne bhi Pranali ki vulnerability, uska raw beauty, aur Munna ki possessiveness ka live show dekh liya tha.

Munna shirtless jeep ke paas khada tha, thoda thakaan, thoda victorious smile. Kaleen Bhaiya ne apni car ka window poora down kiya, unki aankhon mein ek mix tha—gussa bhi, disappointment bhi, aur woh khas Mirzapur king ka control.

Kaleen Bhaiya (voice steady, thoda thanda):

“Yeh sab road pe kya chal raha hai, Munna? Dushman kam hain hamare? Kam theek se hota nahi, chale aiyashi karne! Kaun sambhalega yeh sab agar kal koi musibat aa gayi toh?”

Munna ek pal ke liye chhup ho gaya, aankhen thodi jhuka li, par fir bhi ek chhoti si proud smile nahi rok paya.

Kaleen Bhaiya (thoda sarcasm, aankhen jeep ke piche):

“Woh… yahi hai na, woh bankers wali? Jo tujhko lunch dene aayi thi, party mein bhi dikhi thi?”

Munna:

“Ji, bauji. Wahi hai.”

Kaleen Bhaiya ne ek long, loaded pause li, fir cold, crisp warning di—

“Jo bhi kar, Munna… sambhal kar kar. Ayashi ke chakkar mein kaam mat bhool jana. Agar Mirzapur mein hamari izzat giri na, toh yeh sab passion kisi kaam ka nahi rahega. Dushman sirf bahar nahi, andar bhi ho sakte hain.”

Woh ek pal ke liye ruk gaye, fir gaze sidha jeep ke back window par—jahaan Pranali abhi bhi saree pehan rahi thi, blouse ke hooks lagate, neck pe sweat, aankhen thodi dar se unki taraf dekh rahi thi.

Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhen us par tik gayi—unke chehre par koi smile nahi thi, bas ek silent authority, ek warning jaise: Sab kuch dekha jaa raha hai. Sambhal ke kadam uthao.

Pranali ki aankhen unki aankhon se mili, us pal mein sirf raw exposure, sharm, aur ek anjaani si thrill thi—jaisa Mirzapur ka asli game ab uske liye bhi personal ho gaya ho.

Kaleen Bhaiya ne last look Munna ko diya,

“Chal, kaam pe dhyaan de. Zyada hero mat ban.”

Phir unki SUV slowly wahaan se nikal gayi, lekin jeep ke andar ab bhi us unspoken tension ki tapish chhodi gayi thi—Munna ko bhi, aur Pranali ko bhi.

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Jeep ke back seat par baithe-baithe Pranali ka dil abhi bhi zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Saree aur blouse ab jaldbaazi mein pehne the, mangalsutra tangle ho chuka tha, aur chehra abhi bhi flushed. Uska mind flashback pe flashback de raha tha—Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhen, guards ki comments, sab kuch ab aur bhi real lag raha tha.

“Ab toh Mirzapur ka asli king bhi dekh chuka hai mujhe Munna ke saath. Ab sirf Munna nahi, Kaleen Bhaiya bhi jante hain… shayad poora ka poora circle hi samajh chuka hai ki main Munna ki raat hoon…”

Uske andar ek wave of guilt aayi. “Yeh sab main kar kya rahi hoon? Sab dekh rahe hain, fir bhi rokh nahi paa rahi. Par… sab kuch apne ghar ke liye kar rahi hoon… usne apni aankhen bandh ki, deep saans li, par guilt aur dar dono aur gehra ho gaya.

Tabhi Munna aaya, front seat pe baitha, sidha rearview mein uski aankhon mein dekha. Kuch seconds tak khamoshi thi, sirf engine ki low hum.

Pranali (nervous, low voice):

“Munna… Kaleen Bhaiya ne… sab dekh liya. Kuch problem toh nahi hogi na?”

Munna ne sidha aankhon mein dekha, ek mix of irritation and confidence ke saath,

“Tension mat le, Pranali. Bauji ko sab pata hai—lekin tu ab sirf meri hai. Jab tak main hoon, kuch nahi hoga. Kaam apne jagah, aiyashi apni jagah. Bas tu mujhe aur koi problem na de.”

Uski awaaz mein Mirzapur wali dhamki bhi thi, aur ek possessive comfort bhi. Pranali ne sirf halki si nod di, lips par faint guilt, aankhon mein heavy dar.

Munna ne bina kuch aur bole jeep start ki, aur kuch minute baad bank ke paas Pranali ki scooty ke side mein car rok di.

“Jaa, apne kaam pe ja. Aur koi drama mat kar, samjhi?”

usne last time aankhon mein intense look diya, phir full attitude mein jeep le kar nikal gaya.

Pranali kuch seconds tak vahi khadi rahi, hands trembling, mind mein guilt, fear, aur Mirzapur ka full weight. Phir usne scooty start ki, aur bank ke taraf chali gayi—andar ek ajeeb si feeling, jaise ab poora Mirzapur uske raaz se waakif ho chuka hai.

Kaleen Bhaiya ki SUV smooth road par silently glide kar rahi thi. Andar AC ki thandi hawa, lekin atmosphere mein ek strange heat thi. Driver seat pe Makul, faithful shadow jaisa alert, back mirror se kabhi-kabhi boss ki aankhon ka mood check karta hua.

Kaleen Bhaiya ne khidki ke baahar dekha, fir aankhen band ki, seat pe thoda aaram se lean karte hue bola,

“Makul… us bank wali pe thodi nazar rakhna. Samjhe?”

Makul ne turant,

“Haan bhaiya. Aap tension mat lo. Main khud dekh lunga—ek pal bhi idhar-udhar nahi hone dunga.”

Kaleen Bhaiya ne sirf ek halka sa nod diya, par aankhen ab bhi band thi. Andar hi andar, uske dimaag mein abhi bhi jeep ke woh pal chal rahe the—Pranali ki saree slip hoti, uski bare legs, blouse khulta hua, sweaty armpits, open neck, aur vo moment jab Pranali apne khud ke kapde pehen rahi thi, legs thodi aur open thi. Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhon mein woh poora scene vivid tha—us raw, forbidden sensuality ka flavor ab tak uske system mein tha.

Ek slight, controlled smile uske lips par aa gayi—vo smile jo Mirzapur ke asli king ke chehre pe tab aati hai jab vo kuch khaas soch raha ho. Uske haath ki finger unconsciously steering wheel pe tap karne lagi, aur aankhon ke kone mein ek mischievous spark.

Usne slow sa deep breath li, aur seat mein thoda aur adjust ho gaya—pants ke andar ek unmistakable stir, thoda boner. Par unki aankhon mein ek dangerous calmness thi.

“Ab dekhte hain… Munna ko toh mal mil gaya, par asli game toh ab Kaleen Tripathi hi khelega…”

Makul ne ek last glance mirror mein mara, kaleen bhaiya ke chehre pe woh halki si muskurahat aur focus dekh ke samajh gaya—ab bank wali Pranali ka raasta aur zyada khatarnak hone wala hai.

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Bank ke branch mein din ki roshni thi, par Pranali ke liye aaj sab kuch blur lag raha tha. Munna ke saath subah ka wild session abhi bhi uske body par likha hua tha—slight soreness, bruises hidden beneath her saree, ek ajeeb si heaviness. Uski aankhon mein neend thi, par guilt, fear, aur thoda relief bhi.


Office ke colleagues normal behave kar rahe the—koi personal baat nahi, sab sirf professional mask pehne hue. Par Pranali ko feel ho raha tha ki sab kuch jante hain, ya kam se kam samajh gaye hain ki uska Mirzapur ke kingpin Munna se kuch rishta hai. Uski aankhon mein pehle waali questioning ya jealousy nahi thi—ab sabki aankhon mein ek alag si respect thi, thoda sa dar bhi, thoda sa gossip ka thrill.
Pranali ne aaj apna kaam mechanically kiya—files check ki, customers ke documents sign kiye, laptop pe data entry. Lekin jab bhi usne apni phone ki screen dekhi, Sharad Shukla ke ek ke baad ek message flash ho rahe the:
Sharad:
"Hope you’re okay today. Subah ka weather kaafi garam tha... Mirzapur ki hawa bhi shayad jal gayi hogi ;)"
Pranali ki aankhon mein ek thakaa hua smile aayi. Usne quick reply diya,
"I’m fine. Kaam bhi garam chal raha hai aajkal, personal life se zyada."
Sharad (teasing):
"Accha? Main soch raha tha tumhe office ki thandi hawa mein ek coffee treat du. Tension kam ho jayegi, smile wapas aa jayegi."
Pranali ne pehli baar genuinely smile kiya—woh soft, lost si muskurahat, jo pehle sirf Soham ke saath feel hoti thi. Usne shyly reply kiya,
"Smile chahiye toh coffee ki zarurat nahi, bas tumhare messages milte rahe toh kaafi hai."
Sharad:
"Bas yahi toh main chahta hoon, Pranali. Tum hamesha haste raho. Mirzapur mein bohot dukh hai, tumhare chehre pe khushi dekh ke lagta hai ki abhi bhi kuch sahi ho sakta hai."
Pranali ka dil ek pal ke liye light ho gaya—woh same warmth, woh awkward flirting, woh emotional comfort, jo kabhi Soham ke texts mein milta tha… ab Sharad ke chats mein aane laga tha. Aur uska guilt, pain, even Munna ka wild shadow… sab kuch ek pal ke liye halka ho gaya.
Usne apne kaam pe wapas focus kiya, par lips pe ab bhi woh soft smile thi—ek nayi umeed, ek naya connection, ek chori-chhipe emotional affair ka nasha.

Bank se nikalte hi Pranali ne Shubha ko call kiya.

Voice abhi bhi thodi heavy thi, par she needed to let it out.
“Shubha, aaj subah phir Munna ne… you know… jeep mein. Aur sabne dekh bhi liya… Kaleen Bhaiya bhi. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha—guilt toh hai hi, par… ab Sharad ke messages padhti hoon toh ajeeb sa sukoon milta hai. Uske saath baat karke lagta hai main phir se zinda hoon… pata nahi, yeh sahi hai ya galat.”
Shubha ne slow sigh ke saath kaha,
“Tu zinda hai, Pranali. Bhasad hai, par abhi bhi teri khushi important hai. Lekin, lagta hai tujhe break ki zarurat hai. Maa ke ghar chali ja kuch din—Mumbai ki hawa badal degi.”
Pranali ne turant decide kar liya,
“Haan, sahi bol rahi hai. Main kal subah nikal rahi hoon. Bas, kuch din sab kuch bhool jana chahti hoon.”
Phone band hone ke kuch hi minute baad,
Shubha ne apna loyalty check kiya—aur Soham ko ek secret text bhej diya:
"Bhai, aaj Munna ne Pranali ko phir se choda. Ab lagta hai ghar ja rahi hai kuch din. Plan kaam kar raha hai, dono taraf se—Munna aur Sharad bhi!"
Soham office ke cabin mein baithe-baithe, phone par text padhte hue dheere se hans pada—
"Bingo! Munna bhi use tod raha hai, Sharad bhi line mein hai… Mirzapur meri muthi mein aa raha hai!"

Pranali ne Munna ko call kiya,
Voice soft, thodi uncertain:
“Munna, main kuch din ke liye apne ghar—Mumbai ja rahi hoon. Maa ka mood bhi off hai, toh socha thoda time spend kar lu.”
Munna ne naughty, possessive tone mein bola:
“Jao, lekin zyada din mat lagana. Tumhare bina din nahi guzar raha ab—aur waise bhi, tumhara nasha chadh gaya hai. Jaldi aa jaana, samjhi?”
Pranali ne shiver karte hue softly “hmm” kiya, Munna ki teasing voice abhi bhi uske body mein goosebumps chhod gayi.

Same day evening…
Pranali apni scooty pe, thoda thak ke, home ja rahi thi—tabhi ek smartly dressed aadmi ne road side pe usko roka.
“Madam, yeh aapke liye hai.”
Usne ek small white envelope diya, plain, par thoda heavy feel hua. Pranali ne thoda confuse hoke envelope liya, kuch nahi bola, sirf awkward smile diya.
Signal par ruk ke usne envelope khola—andar ek shining black credit card nikla, saath mein chota sa note:
"For my Queen. Unlimited—jo chaho, jab chaho. – Munna"
Pranali ek second ke liye blank ho gayi—yeh power, yeh control, yeh dikhawa… aur yeh nayi zanjeer. Lekin usne card quietly apne purse mein daal diya, aur heavy heart ke saath apni scooty nikal di—home ki taraf, apni maa ke aangan, thoda sukoon dhoondhne.

Makul apne usual, invisible mode mein tha. Side road pe bike park kar ke, phone pe “casual” scroll, par aankhen poori tarah Pranali ke ghar ke main gate par. Usne Kaleen Bhaiya ko quietly text drop kiya:

“Madam ghar aa gayi. Bag ready lag raha hai. Abhi tak koi activity nahi.”
Andar, Pranali bags pack kar rahi thi—light sarees, thoda jewellery, Aryan ka favourite toy. Soham living room mein, aakhri baar casually poochta hai:
“Pakka jaa rahi ho?”
Pranali ne thoda thak kar smile diya,
“Haan, mummy ko bhi milna hai, Aryan ko bhi thoda break milega. Tu ka tension mat le. 5-6 din mein aa jaungi.”
Soham, mask of concern ke peeche khush, simply nods,
“Theek hai. Safe travel. Mumbai waalon ko bol dena, Mirzapur ki bahu aa rahi hai.”



Next Morning – Mirzapur Station
Platform pe halki bheed thi. Pranali Aryan ko tightly hold kiye, saree aur pallu ka pura dhyaan rakhte hue, apne reserved seat par ja baithi. Ghar se nikalte hi Makul ne discreet distance se pura scene watch kiya—Kaleen Bhaiya ko update mil gaya:
“Madam train mein baith gayi. Child ke saath hai. Mirzapur chhod diya.”
Soham ne aakhri time platform pe khada ho ke Pranali ko goodbye kiya, Aryan ko pyaar se kiss, fir casually ek hand wave. Jaise hi train ne whistle di, Soham ne phone nikala aur ek aur call milaya—Sharad.
Soham (casual but sly):
“Bhai, Pranali Mumbai ja rahi hai, Aryan ke saath. Train abhi nikli hai. Tujhe batana zaruri laga.”
Sharad (phone pe ek short laugh, thoda intrigue):
“Good, ab maza aayega. Driver ko bol diya hai—seedha airport, main bhi Mumbai aa raha hoon.”
Sharad ne phone band kiya, apne favorite sunglasses pehne, car ki backseat mein relaxed style se lean ho gaya.
Mirzapur ki bhasad Mumbai tak le jaunga. Dekhte hain Pranali ka break kitna peaceful rehta hai…

Pranali khidki ke paas Aryan ko lap pe sula kar, sochti rahi—[i]“Aakhir kitne din sukoon rahega? Mirzapur ki shadow toh yahan bhi aa jaayegi…”

Par kuch der ke liye, Aryan ke cheek pe kiss kar ke, eyes close kar li—Mumbai ki taraf, ek nayi kahani, nayi bhasad, aur nayi aazadi ka illusion.[/i]

Local train se utarne ke baad, Aryan ko godi mein sambhalte-sambhalte, Pranali taxi pakad kar familiar galliyon mein pahunch gayi. Building ka rang ab bhi wahi tha, entrance pe security uncle ne pehchaan kar broad smile di,

“Arey, Pranali beti! Kitne din baad?”

Lift se fourth floor pe aate hi, ghar ka darwaza khula tha—andar se uski maa ki awaaz aayi,

“Arrey, aa gayi meri bitiya! Aryan bhi saath hai kya?”

Pranali ne bag side mein rakh diya, Aryan ko mamta se jor se pakad kar andar chali gayi. Uski maa ne turant Aryan ko god mein le liya, uski naani waali khushboo, soft pyaar se cheek pe kiss. Aryan bhi maayke ke comfort mein khilkhilane laga.

Papa drawing room mein newspaper chhod kar turant aa gaye—unhone Pranali ko thoda awkward par proud hug diya.

“Kya haal hai? Bohot slim ho gayi hai tu… Mirzapur ne patla kar diya kya?”

Sab haas pade, pehli baar Pranali bhi heart se muskuraayi.

Tabhi chhoti behen Rhea aayi, full masti mood mein—

“Didi! Tu asli mein aa gayi? Yeh Aryan ko mujhe de… mujhe Insta pe post daalna hai!”

Pranali has padhi, Aryan ko behen ke hawale kar diya, Rhea usse selfies lene lagi—Aryan ke piche piche poore ghar mein.

Maa kitchen se ladoo aur chai le aayi,

“Kuch khaya bhi hai ya seedha yahan aa gayi? Beta, yahan sab apna hai—apne ghar ki hawa le, stress sab bhool ja.”

Papa ne Aryan ko godh mein lekar cartoon channel lagaya, Aryan ek pal mein Mumbai mode mein khush.

Pranali ne finally bag ek kone mein daal diya, hair loose kiye, saree thoda lose ki, aur sofa par legs curl karke baith gayi—ek dum relaxed, ek dum apne logon ke beech. Maa ne haath pakad ke bola,

“Mirzapur bhool ja, kuch din bas yahaan maa ki god mein so.”

Chhoti behen ne gossip shuru kar diya—kaunse actor trending hain, kaunsi web series dekhni hai, kiski shaadi ho gayi, Mumbai ki latest khabar. Pranali ke liye yeh sab ek soothing balm tha—koi questions nahi, koi judgement nahi, sirf family ka warmth.

Raat ko Aryan mummy ke paas so gaya, Pranali terrace par chai lekar khud ke saath baith gayi. She finally breathed—deep, slow, for herself.

“Shayad kuch din yahan main phir se Pranali Sharma ban sakti hoon. Na Munna ki, na Mirzapur ki, na guilt ki…”
Aaj raat, usne phone side pe daal diya—na Munna ka credit card, na Sharad ka message. Sirf apni maa, papa, behen, aur Aryan ka laughter… Mumbai ki sukoon waali hawa, ek pal ke liye asli freedom.


Mumbai ki fresh air aur family warmth ke baad Pranali aaj poori alag energy mein thi. Aryan ko maa ke hawale kiya, ek quick hug diya, aur college ke purane dost se milne ke liye jeans aur fitted pastel top pehna—hair open, minimal makeup, lips par soft pink gloss. She looked younger, lighter, and for the first time in months, unapologetically herself.

Mall ke food court mein, ek table pe baithi coffee sipp kar rahi thi, do dost side mein latest gossip mein busy the. Pranali has rahi thi, achanak uski nazar entrance par padhi… aur uski smile freeze ho gayi.
Woh tha—Sharad Shukla.
Sunglasses, crisp linen shirt, designer jeans, aur Mumbai ki bheed mein bhi ek alag confidence. Jaise hi Pranali ki nazar usse mili, Sharad seedha uski table ki taraf badh gaya, lips pe ek naughty grin.
Sharad:
“Mirzapur se Mumbai tak… coincidence ya kismet, Pranali?”
Pranali ek second ke liye shocked, phir awkward laugh,
“Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Stalking toh nahi kar rahe?”
Sharad (teasing):
“Tumhare liye Mumbai aana pada, aur kya! By the way, jeans-top mein tum… uff, Mirzapur waali saree forget kar do, yahan toh asli bomb lag rahi ho.”
Uski dosti waali dost ek urgent call ka excuse bana ke suddenly uthi,
“Yaar, ek kaam aa gaya. Tum log enjoy karo, I’ll ping you later!”
Aur ek wink ke saath table chhod diya.
Ab table pe sirf Pranali aur Sharad the. Mumbai ke mall ka hustle-bustle unke beech ka tension double kar raha tha.
Sharad (with a soft smile):
“Toh… ab hum dono Mumbai mein, casual, without any baggage. Chalein thoda explore karein? Coffee toh meri treat hai—fir movies, ya beach? You look like you need a real break.”
Pranali ne thoda sharma ke, par aankhon mein new excitement ke saath bola,
“Thik hai, let’s hang out. But no Mirzapur talk, please.”
Sharad (smirk):
“Promise. Aaj bas tum, main… aur Mumbai ki masti.”
Donon side by side mall ki bheed mein kho gaye, ek alag world—Pranali jeans-top mein, thoda nervous but happy, Sharad uski khubsurti mein lost, Mumbai ki crowd ke beech ek naya rishta quietly bloom kar raha tha.


Sharad aur Pranali mall ke bheed se nikal kar coffee shop, phir arcade, phir thoda street shopping—sab kuch filmy aur light-hearted lag raha tha. Pranali jeans-top mein khud ko truly free mehsoos kar rahi thi; Mumbai ki crowd ke beech she could finally laugh out loud, teasing Sharad about his Mumbai driving skills and choice of sunglasses.

Sharad bhi aaj poora charming, every line slightly flirty but with that friend-zone ka comfort,
“Mirzapur ki queen ko Mumbai ka king hi guide karega, warna yeh shehar confuse kar dega!”
Coffee ke baad donon ne Marine Drive ki taraf walk kiya, sea breeze mein baal udte hue, Pranali ne genuinely smile kiya. Sharad ne masti mein uska haath pakda, thoda tease kiya,
“Itna hans rahi ho… pehli baar lag raha hai tum main ho, Pranali. Mirzapur mein toh sirf tension hi thi.”
Pranali ne shy smile ke saath, aankhon mein gratitude ke spark ke saath bola,
“Yahan sab kuch alag hai, Sharad. Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon main waapas jaungi bhi ya nahi…”
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua—Munna calling.
Pranali ne screen dekhi, thoda uncomfortable ho gayi, Sharad ne side glance diya. She picked up,
“Haan, Munna?”
Munna ki voice naughty aur bold,
“Kya kar rahi ho, madam? Missing me? Mumbai mein bhi koi hero mila kya, ya ab bhi sirf Munna ka nasha hai?”
Pranali ne control kiya,
“Main mall mein hoon, friends ke saath. Tum kaise ho?”
Munna ka tease thoda aur bold,
“Bas, yaad aa rahi thi tumhari. Waapas aana jaldi, nahi toh Mumbai mein sab kuch karne ki ijaazat mat samajhna.”
Sharad samajh gaya kaun phone pe hai, usne thoda comic face banaya, lips pe mock jealous pout—Pranali ka tension thoda hil gaya, aankhon mein smile aa gayi. Munna se call khatam kar ke, she let out a sigh.
Sharad (soft, honest):
“Dekho, Pranali… mujhe malum hai tum kis phase mein ho. Main help kar sakta hoon. Agar kabhi chahiye, Mirzapur, Mumbai, jahan bhi—just call me, theek hai?”
Pranali ne instantly head shake kiya,
“Nahi, Sharad. Tum already mere liye kaafi kar chuke ho. Tumhara involved hona… mujhe nahi lagta yeh theek hai. Mujhe nahi chahiye tum kisi bhasad mein phanso, please.”
Sharad ne ek second ke liye uski aankhon mein dekha, then gently, genuinely smile kiya—
“Theek hai, madam. Lekin ek promise karo—kabhi bhi lage, tum akeli ho… toh at least ek text toh kar dena.”
Pranali ne laugh kiya,
“Pakki baat. Aur waise bhi, aaj ka Mumbai date experience, main kabhi nahi bhoolungi!”
Donon ne masti mein selfie li, thoda aur walk kiya, choti choti baaton pe has rahe the. Finally, sunset hone laga, Sharad ne apni car bulayi, and as they drove towards her home, car ke andar ek soft, peaceful silence tha.
House ke corner pe car stop hui.
Sharad ne light sa tease karte hue bola,
“Safe rehna, filhaal Mumbai mein koi Munna type dikh raha ho toh bata dena!”
Pranali ne thoda blush kiya, eyes genuine gratitude se bhari hui—
“Thank you, Sharad. For today. For everything.”
Sharad ne gently hug kiya, not too long, bas enough to say “I’m here.”
“Anytime, Pranali. Aur, Mumbai ki hawa mein khud ko kho ja—Mirzapur ka tension yahin chhod dena.”
Pranali ghar chali gayi, smile karte hue, heart thoda lighter… aur for the first time in ages, hopeful.

Dinner ke baad, Pranali apne bedroom ki balcony mein coffee mug le kar baithi thi. Thakan kam thi, dil halkasa light. Family ki laughter kitchen se aa rahi thi, Aryan apni nani ke saath busy tha. Mobile pe notifications ka soft ping aaya—Sharad.

Usne phone unlock kiya—WhatsApp par ek album. Sharad ne mall aur Marine Drive ki kuch candid pics bheji thi—Pranali ki bina pose waali, khud se chhupi hui genuine smiles, ek picture mein woh coffee sip kar rahi hai, doosre mein sea breeze mein baal ud rahe hain, ek mein woh Sharad ko mock-pout kar rahi hai. Sharad ka message aaya:
Sharad:
"Tu hasti hui sabse acchi lagti hai. Mumbai ne asli Pranali nikal di."
Pranali ki lips par ek real, blush waali smile aa gayi—kuch time baad aaj pehli baar woh apne aap ko kisi ki aankhon se dekh paayi thi, bina guilt ke.
Phir ek aur ping:
Sharad:
"By the way, main bohot accha cook hoon. Dinner try karegi mere haath ka? Safe, casual, main khud banata hoon. Chahiye toh ghar pe Aryan ko chhod dena, full family safe zone hai."
Pranali ne coffee ka ek sip liya, socha—Sharad ke saath comfortable feel karti hoon. Mumbai ki raat, ek trusted friend, safe vibes… harmless hi toh hai, hai na?
Usne casually reply kiya:
Pranali:
"Deal! Tumhare haath ka khana kaunsi Mumbai ki special dish hai? Warning de rahi hoon, main review dene mein strict hoon!"
Sharad (instantly):
"Challenge accepted, madam! 8 baje, address send kar raha hoon. Veg, non-veg, dessert sab milega. Bas tu smile lekar aa jaana."
Pranali ne smile ki, aur phone side par rakh diya. Thodi excitement, thoda thrill, par sabse zyada comfort—jaisa koi purana dost ho, ya ek nayi shuruaat.
Us raat, Mumbai ki hawa aur soft lag rahi thi—ek pal ke liye, guilt, Mirzapur, aur Munna sab piche chhoot gaye.


Pranali apni maa ke room ke door par rukkar halki si smile ke saath bola,

“Maa, aaj dinner pe ja rahi hoon. Ek purane dost ke ghar. Aryan ko mat sambhal lena, late ho sakti hoon.”
Maa ne warm, teasing smile di,
“Beta, tu yahan khush hai toh sab theek hai. Aryan toh apni nani ka hero hai, tu befikr ja.”
Bedroom ke mirror ke saamne, Pranali aaj Mumbai ki raat ko fully live karna chahti thi. Usne ek beautiful, fitted floral dress nikali—sleeveless, pastel colors, thoda above the knee, neckline elegant but thoda bold, pehli baar Mirzapur ki saree se bahar. Baal loose curls mein, soft nude lipstick, halki kajal, dewy blush, aur ek delicate perfume.
Sabse khaas: usne apna mangalsutra—woh Mirzapur wali pehchaan—neend mein se nikala, chest pe gently settle kar diya. Dress ke neckline pe mangalsutra ki black beads aur gold locket shine kar rahe the, ek reminder ki she can be both—modern, confident, aur apni roots wali.
Mirror mein khud ko dekha—kuch seconds tak apni hi aankhon mein hairan thi,
“Itni alag lag rahi hoon… yeh bhi main hoon?”
Face pe ek genuine, thoda nervous, thoda playful smile. Yeh Mumbai Pranali alag thi—thoda bold, thoda cute, thoda sexy.
She grabbed her purse, mobile, quick touch-up, aur heels slip kiye. Taxi ke liye book kiya, jab cab gate pe ruki toh maa ne last time pyar se haath hila diya. Pranali ne Aryan ko kiss kiya,
“Mama aa jayegi, tu so jaana.”
Cab ke backseat mein baithi, dress ke hem ko thoda set kiya, mangalsutra gently adjust kiya. Mumbai ki lights, monsoon breeze, aur uske dil mein ek nayi excitement thi.
Phone pe Sharad ka message blink kar raha tha:
"Waiting… and yes, I’m nervous too. :)"
Car ke window se she watched city lights—jaanthi thi yeh raat normal nahi hone waali, par aaj usne decide kiya tha—“Mujhe ek raat apne liye chahiye.”
Sharad ke house ki taraf cab speed se nikal gayi—ek new chapter, ek nayi Pranali.

Cab ne upscale building ke saamne brake lagayi. Pranali ne ek deep breath li, purse sambhala, aur lift se Sharad ke floor tak aayi. Corridor ka lighting soft tha, har kadam pe ek nayi nervous excitement. She checked her dress, adjusted the mangalsutra, and pressed the bell.

Door khula—Sharad khud, casual jeans, white shirt ki sleeves rolled, thode messy hair, lekin smile mein full warmth.
Usne Pranali ko top to toe dekha, aankhon mein honest wonder—
“Wow… Pranali. Sach bolu toh Mumbai ne tujhe aur bhi stunning bana diya. Mirzapur ki rani se Mumbai ki dreamgirl… what a transformation!”
Pranali thoda blush hui,
“Sharad, bas kar, ab toh dinner bhi nahi diya tune aur itni tareef…”
Sharad ne side step kiya,
“Aao, chef ka masterpiece taste karo!”
Living room mein soft jazz chal raha tha, table pe candles, fresh flowers, aur ek perfectly set dinner. Kitchen se mild masale ki khushboo aa rahi thi.
Sharad ne chair khinch di,
“Aaj ki special menu—Mumbai street-style starters, tumhare liye homemade pasta, aur mainne dessert bhi khud banaya!”
Pranali ne dress ki straps set ki, hair behind ear kiya, aur baithi—mangalsutra chest pe perfectly set. Sharad ki aankhen kabhi dress pe, kabhi mangalsutra pe tik rahi thi, ek sweet respect, ek playful desire.
Dinner ke beech Sharad light, flirty banter karta raha:
“Waise, itne din Mirzapur mein kya miss kiya? Mumbai mein sab allowed hai, ab yahan tum meri guest ho—rules kuch bhi ho sakte hain!”
Pranali smile karte karte laugh out loud ho gayi,
“Yahan safe feel hota hai… aur tumhare haath ka khana bhi waaqai kamaal hai!”
Thodi der baad, Sharad ne soft gaze se poocha:
“Tu sach mein khush hai na, Pranali?”
Us pal Pranali ne sach mein socha—this was the first time in months she felt genuinely light. She nodded,
“Haan… aaj toh hoon. Thank you, Sharad.”
Desert ke time pe, Sharad ne apna classic Sharad-style tease kiya:
“Agar main kehta hoon, kal subah tak yahin ruk jao, toh…?”
He winked, but his eyes me real respect tha—no pressure, just a gentle dare.
Pranali thoda sharma gayi, but aaj she felt safe enough to play along.
“Dekhte hain… tumhari dessert kitni meethi hai!”
Donon ki aankhon mein woh playful tension, ek nayi dosti, ek slow-burning attraction. Night Mumbai ke lights ke saath aur bhi khoobsurat ho gayi.




Dinner ke baad, Mumbai ki balcony pe thandi hawa thi. Candles ki soft roshni, light wine, aur khula sky—Pranali felt more alive than she had in years.

She turned to Sharad, curiosity in her voice,
“Waise tum sach mein yahan kaise? Politics toh Mirzapur ki jaan hai…”
Sharad ne glass swirl karte hue casual tone mein bataya,
“Ek do meetings thi—MLAs, kuch alliances… Mirzapur sirf start hai, Mumbai ki politics alag game hai. Par honestly, main tumhare break ka bhi reason tha. Thoda Mumbai ka sukoon chahiye tha.”
Pranali laugh ki, thoda blush bhi kiya,
“Yahan safe feel hota hai, Sharad. Mirzapur ki hawa hi kuch alag hai… yahan lagta hai jaise main phir se jee sakti hoon.”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein deep, gentle nazar dali, aur wine ka glass uski taraf slide kiya,
“Enjoy karo, yeh night sirf tumhari hai. Baaki sab bhasad, Mirzapur, politics—sab kal ke liye.”
Pranali ne sip li, shoulders drop ho gaye—she laughed more openly, baal udte hue, wine se cheeks red ho gaye. Music mein thoda groove karti, table pe candle light mein aur bhi khoobsurat lag rahi thi.
Dil ke kone mein ek strange peace thi—maybe I’m in love? Or just finally free? Sharad ke saath woh apni guard poori tarah neeche kar chuki thi.
Tabhi Sharad ka phone ring hua.
Usne Pranali ko ek soft “Just a minute” bola, aur balcony se living room mein chala gaya.
Sharad ka face instantly change ho gaya—Mirzapur ke old game mode mein.
Screen par caller ID: Soham.
Sharad ne call pick kiya, voice mein sarcasm aur pride dono:
“Arre Soham! Teri biwi aaj Mumbai mein mere ghar par hai, kya maal lag rahi hai yaar. Full modern look mein, wine pee ke to aur bhi ready lag rahi hai. Aaj toh… sach bolun, poori raat isko tod dunga.”
Uski laugh mein open lust aur Mirzapur ka dikhawa tha.
Soham bhi relaxed tone mein—Mirzapur ke asli villain jaise,
“Bhai, deal yaad rakhna. Jab vo finally chud gayi, toh paise ready rakhio. Par click bhej de, dekhu toh sahi kitni hot lag rahi hai.”
Sharad ne living room ki light mein ek perfect candid click li—Pranali window ke paas, glass mein wine, dress ki straps pe mangalsutra resting, lost in thought. Bina kuch bole pic WhatsApp par drop ki, Soham ne pic dekh ke halki si whistle ki,
“Wah bhai! Yaar, Mirzapur ki simple biwi ab Mumbai ki queen ho gayi hai. Tu kamal karta hai!”
Soham ne phone rakh diya, lips pe dark chuckle—Plan working. Paisa bhi, power bhi, revenge bhi.
Sharad ne phone pocket mein daal diya, mask pehen kar wapas balcony pe aaya. Pranali ab bhi khush thi, aankhon mein innocence, usko bilkul andaza nahi ki she was the center of this dirty deal—ki do mard uski zindagi ko game ki tarah khel rahe hain.
Sharad uski taraf wapas aaya, smile mein warmth, aankhon mein plan.
“Bas kaam ki call thi—chalein dessert try karein? Ya balcony ki hawa mein thoda aur music?”
Pranali ne ek carefree laugh diya,
“Aaj music and masti, bas Mirzapur ki baatein banned!”
Us raat, Mumbai ki balcony pe wine, laughter, thoda dance, aur ek nayi chemistry blossom hui—Pranali ko lag raha tha yeh ek nayi shuruaat hai, jabki asli Mirzapur game ab aur dangerous ho raha tha.

Mumbai—Sharad’s Apartment, Balcony, Night

Sharad ne soft playlist chalu kar diya. Marine Drive ki lights balcony se dikh rahi thi, hawa mein thoda nam, thoda sukoon. Pranali, ab wine ki halki nasha mein, railing pe baithi, bare arms cross karke, dress ke straps shoulder pe slide ho rahe the, mangalsutra ka locket uski collarbone pe softly rest karta.
Sharad uske paas aa kar khada ho gaya, do glasses refill kiye. Uski nazar baar baar Pranali ke khule baalon, aur dress ki neckline pe tik rahi thi—lekin chehre par sirf respect aur ek gentle warmth thi.
Sharad (softly):
“Yahan se Mumbai kuch zyada hi khubsurat lagti hai. Shayad kyunki aaj tu mere saath hai.”
Pranali ne sharmate hue, aankhen chura ke smile kiya. Wine, night, aur Sharad ka soft attention—sab kuch ek hi waqt pe light aur heavy dono lag raha tha.
Pranali:
“Pata hai, Sharad… main jaanti hoon yeh sab galat hai, ya kam se kam complicated… Lekin aaj pehli baar aisa lag raha hai jaise main sach mein kisi par bharosa kar sakti hoon. Tumhare saath main… khud ko bhool sakti hoon.”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein dekha—koee lust nahi, sirf honest, intense longing.
Sharad:
“Tu safe hai, Pranali. Jo bhi chahe, jitna chahe… bas yeh pal tere liye hai.”
Us pal kuch seconds ke liye dono sirf ek dusre ko dekhte rahe—koi heavy breathing, koi rush nahi, sirf ek subtle tension, ek pull jo dono deny nahi kar pa rahe the.
Pranali ne glass table pe rakh diya, balon ko ear ke peeche kiya, aur Sharad ke thoda aur paas aa gayi.
Sharad ne dheere se uska haath pakda, apni ungliyon mein interlock kiya. Pranali ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha, lekin aaj usne resistance nahi ki—she let herself lean in, shoulder uske against rest kar diya.
Sharad (whisper):
“Tujhe koi force nahi karega… main sirf yahin hoon. Bas yeh raat… jaise tu chaahe.”
Pranali ne aankhein band ki, aur apna head Sharad ke shoulder pe rakh diya. Wine ka nasha, balcony ki hawa, Sharad ki warmth—sab kuch ek meetha blur ban gaya.
Sharad ne dheere se uski aankhon ko, phir baalon ko kiss kiya—slow, respectful, longing bhara. Pranali ne shiver kiya, par she didn’t pull away.
Us moment mein, guilt, Mirzapur, Munna—sab kuch peeche chhoot gaya. Sirf woh Mumbai ki raat, balcony ka softness, aur ek nayi chahat thi. Pranali ki aankhon mein khud bhi hairani thi—Kaise koi itni jaldi itna apna lag sakta hai?
Balcony ki railing ke sahare, Pranali aur Sharad close baithe rahe—hands intertwined, slow, shy, and deeply connected. Unspoken words, gentle touch, aur wine ki warmth—yeh raat ka magic tha.

Wine ka nasha ab utar raha tha, lekin balcony ki raat abhi bhi dreamy thi. Marine Drive ke lights door chamak rahe the, hawa mein thodi thandak thi. Pranali Sharad ki baahon mein cozily simat chuki thi, cheek uske chest pe, aankhon mein kuch weight. Sharad ne gently uski baal se khelte hue poocha,

Sharad:
“Kya hua, Pranali? Aaj zyada chup si lag rahi ho…”
Pranali ne ek thandi saans li, phir dheere-dheere sab bol diya—Mirzapur, Munna ka obsession, uska possessiveness, sab kuch… kaise usne use force kiya, kaise kabhi-kabhi vo khud bhi confuse ho gayi, kabhi majboor, kabhi khud guilty. Tears uski aankhon se nikal aaye, voice heavy ho gayi,
“Kabhi kabhi lagta hai main toot chuki hoon, Sharad. Munna ke saath sab kuch zabardasti lagta hai… main sirf ek body ban gayi hoon. Par tumhare saath… main phir se zinda mehsoos karti hoon. Tumhe sab kuch sach bol diya, ab main aur kuch nahi chhupana chahti.”
Sharad ne uski aankhen ponch di, dono haath se uska face gently pakad liya,
“Tu kisi ki property nahi hai, Pranali. Main hoon tere saath, chahe kuch bhi ho.”
Us pal mein, Pranali ne Sharad ki aankhon mein woh care, woh longing dekhi—jisme na Mirzapur ki politics thi, na Munna ka andhera, sirf ek real, raw chahat thi.
She reached up, slowly, and kissed Sharad—first tentatively, then deeply. Sharad ne bhi us kiss ko pura feel kiya, dono ki saansen tez ho gayi, haath ek dusre ki body explore karne lage—gentle but hungry, new lovers ki tarah. Pranali ne Sharad ki shirt ke buttons dheere-dheere open kiye, uski chest ko softly touch kiya. Sharad ne Pranali ke bare arms pe slow kisses diye, collarbone se leke neck tak, wine aur desire ki mix scent un dono ke beech thi.
Balcony ki railing ke sahare, Pranali ne apne aap ko Sharad ki baahon mein surrender kar diya—she pressed closer, arms around his neck, lips on lips, teeth biting, tongue searching. Sharad ne uski dress ki straps shoulder se slide ki, uske back ko bare touch kiya. Pranali ka mangalsutra uske cleavage pe rest karta raha, aur aaj usne us chain ko guilt nahi, bas ek reminder ki tarah mehsoos kiya—ki aaj woh apni marzi se kisi ko apni raat de rahi hai.
Passion, wildness, and first-love-type innocence—sab kuch ek saath. Unke moans Mumbai ki raat mein kho gaye, unke kisses deep hote gaye, dono balcony ke dark corner mein new couple ki tarah fully lost. Pranali ki saansen break ho gayi, Sharad ke touch pe woh tremble karne lagi, aur uske lips se sirf Sharad ka naam nikal aaya—
“Sharad… aaj sirf tumhare liye hoon…”
Us raat, Pranali ne finally guilt ko peeche chhod diya—Sharad ki baahon mein, balcony ki moonlight mein, new lovers ki tarah, full surrender ke saath.



Sharad ki balcony ki hawa ab aur tez lag rahi thi, ya shayad un dono ki saansen tez ho gayi thi. Passionate kiss se start hua moment aur wild ho chuka tha. Sharad ne Pranali ko apni strong arms mein utha liya, uski back thodi arch karte hue seedha living room ke sofa par gently le aaya.

Pranali ab uske neeche thi, uske legs sofa pe curl ho gayi, dress ka strap shoulder se slide ho chuka tha. Sharad ne bina break liye, uske lips ko dubara capture kiya—deep, wet, hungry kisses, lips par bite, tongue ki teasing. Pranali ki soft moans unke beech ka distance aur mita rahi thi.
"Mmm… Sharad…"
Sharad ne lips se nikal kar, Pranali ke ear lobe ko gently lick kiya, fir thoda softly bite kiya. Uske haath ab uski bare arms se neck par, fir collarbone tak travel kar rahe the.
Pranali ka head back ho gaya, uske bal uske face pe aa gaye, uski body pure surrender mode mein thi.
She started unbuttoning Sharad ki shirt, fingers thodi shaky—excitement aur desire ki mix mein. Kabhi lips se bite, kabhi uske shoulder pe soft teeth ka mark. Sharad bhi wild ho chuka tha—usne Pranali ke neck ko thoda aur roughly kiss kiya, ek soft hickey create ki.
Dress ab pura off-shoulder ho chuka tha, neckline niche slide ho gayi thi. Sharad ke haath ab uski bare back par, uski skin ke softness ko trace karte hue. Pranali ki dress thigh tak upar ho gayi thi—uske smooth legs, delicate panty ki line tak, saari skin exposed thi.
Sharad ke haath ab Pranali ki waist, thighs aur hips ko caress kar rahe the. She arched her back, letting him explore, breathing heavy—har touch par uske lips se soft, broken moans nikal rahe the.
"Sharad… I want you…"
Sharad ne apni shirt finally nikal di, bare chest pe Pranali ne nails drag kiye, ek wild, passionate energy ke saath. He bent down, started kissing her chest, collarbone, slowly moving down, while his hands gently traced the curves of her body, lifting her dress higher.
Unki moans, kisses, aur touches—sab kuch Mumbai ki raat ke magic mein kho gaya. Sofa par, ek dusre ko completely explore karte, dono naye lovers ki tarah apne bodies aur feelings ko khol rahe the.



Sharad ne jab Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha, usse instantly samajh aa gaya—aaj Pranali ki aankhon mein ek alag si, wild, khud-se-chahiye energy thi. Uske lips parted, breaths ragged, eyes sparkling with anticipation. Sharad ka dil tez dhadak raha tha—not just at her beauty, but at the realisation ki uski dosti ki biwi aaj apni poori marzi se, khud uske niche thi, ready to give in without any force—just desire.

Sharad ke lips par ek slow, victorious smile aaya. Usne Pranali ka top dheere-dheere upar slide kiya, uski bare stomach, slim waist, aur toned midriff pe haath ghumate hue, top ko poori tarah head ke upar se nikaal diya. Ab Pranali sirf apne bra aur panty mein uske samne thi—sofa pe, dim lights mein, body glowing.
Pranali ne aaj ek sexy, yet simple dark maroon lacy bra pehna tha—deep plunge, soft cups, straps thode thin, perfectly framing her full, natural breasts. Uska cleavage mangalsutra ke saath bold aur tempting lag raha tha. Niche, usne matching maroon bikini-cut panty pehni thi—hips pe snug fit, lacy edges, curves ko hug karti hui, thigh pe ek chhota birthmark dikh raha tha.
Her dress now pooled around her hips, legs open, thoda bent at the knee, sofa par poori tarah relaxed but inviting. Skin par halka sweat, lips swollen from kisses, eyes pure fire—she looked like a dream, wild and free, poori tarah apne passion ke control mein.
Sharad ne ek pal uski body ko slowly dekha, hands lingering on her waist, then hips, then tracing the line of her bra.
"Pagal bana rahi ho, Pranali… ab control nahi ho raha."
Pranali ne bhi, desire bhari smile ke saath, Sharad ko apni taraf kheench liya,
"Aaj main sab kuch chahungi… poora. Sirf tumhara. Abhi."
Unka chemistry ab control ke bahar ho chuka tha—kissing, biting, touching, bodies tangled in the wildest way possible. Sofa par, maroon lace, soft moans, tangled legs—Mumbai ki raat us raat Mirzapur se bhi zyada dangerous, zinda, aur yaadgar ho gayi.

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AWESOME UPDATE

[Joker44]

Sharad ne dekha, Pranali ki panty pehle se hi thodi wet thi. Uske lips pe ek naughty smile aa gayi. Pranali ko ye feel ho gaya, toh usne thoda sharmake apne legs cross kar liye, jaise apni excitement chhupa rahi ho.

Sharad ne mazaak mein uske crossed legs ko gently open kiya,
“Arre, kya chhupa rahi ho?”
Phir usne uski panty dheere se nikaal di. Uski aankhen Pranali ki chut par gayi—jo clearly wet thi, soft pink shade, fresh, aur ek inviting sa smell tha. Sharad ne thoda tease karte hue usko gently lick kiya, Pranali ki body mein ek jhatka sa feel hua.
Sharad ne tease karte hue bola,
“Lagta hai Munna aur Soham dono acche se iska khayal rakhte hain, haan?”
Pranali ne sharmake thoda jor se,
“Shut up, Sharad!”
bol diya, cheeks lal ho gaye. Sharad ispe aur zor se hans pada, phir upar aaya aur uski bra utar di. Uske nipples hard ho rahe the, full boobs dekh kar Sharad ko aur maza aane laga. Usne uske nipples ko lips mein lock kiya, suck kiya, chusa, poori tarah lost ho gaya.
Phir, Sharad ne ek ungli dheere se Pranali ki chut mein daal di—warm, wet, ready. Pranali se control nahi hua,
“Ahhh… Sharad…”
uske lips se nikal gaya.
Sharad ne fir se tease kiya,
“Bolo… Munna aur Soham acche se rakhte hain na iska khayal?”
Pranali ab poori tarah sharm se laal thi, but Sharad ki finger ab andar ja chuki thi, aur pleasure sab kuch dominate kar raha tha. Dheere se, usne admit kiya,
“Nahi… Soham toh kab ka chhod chuka hai… Munna hi hai… Munna hi karta hai ab sab kuch…”
Sharad ne yeh sunte hi finger aur deep push ki, Pranali ki moans aur loud ho gayi. Uske liye yeh confession bhi utna hi wild tha, jitna uska touch.

Sharad ka teasing mood ab full wild ho chuka tha. Uski finger ab andar-bahar fast hone lagi, aur Pranali ki moans aur loud ho gayi. Sharad ne thoda dirty puch liya,

“Bata, kis ka bada hai—Munna ya Soham?”
Pranali ab pura heat mein thi, aankhen half closed, face pure pleasure se laal,
“Munna ka… Munna ka bada hai… aur tight feel hota hai…”
She moaned, hips uski finger pe grind ho rahe the.
Sharad ne yeh sunke speed aur tez kar di, do ungliyaan use stretch karte hue,
“Toh Munna hi sab kuch deta hai ab tujhe, haan?”
Pranali ne bas aur loud moan kiya,
“Aaahh… Sharad… aur tez karo… ufff… tum best ho… please, aur…”
Next moment, Sharad ne apna face uski chut ke bilkul paas laaya, tongue se slow lick start kiya, then wild ho gaya—full lips se suck karna, tongue deep dalna, pura wet kar diya. Pranali ab full control lose kar chuki thi, body sofa pe twist ho rahi thi, haath Sharad ke baalon mein,
“Aaahh… Sharad… aur tez… aur tez… please, mujhe abhi…”
Sharad ab wild ho chuka tha—lips, tongue, fingers sab kuch ek saath use torturing pleasure de rahe the. Pranali ab loud, uninhibited moaning,
“Yesss… oh god… tum best ho… please, rukna mat… mujhe abhi… main…”
Aur phir, ek intense orgasm wave ke saath, Pranali ki body jhatak gayi—poori tarah cum kar gayi, breathless, exhausted, sweat mein gleaming, uske lips se bas wild broken sounds nikal rahe the.
Sharad ne apna face upar uthaya, lips pe naughty smile,
“Yahi toh dekhna tha… Mirzapur ki rani, Mumbai mein itni wild!”
Pranali ab bhi sofa pe helpless, legs open, chest upar-niche, aankhon mein nasha aur satisfaction.

Pranali ab pure heat aur mood mein thi. Uski aankhon mein wild spark tha, aur lips pe naughty smile. Usne Sharad ko tease karte hue,

"Abhi tak sirf tumne mujhe tease kiya hai, ab dekho main kya karti hoon…"
Sharad ko usne sofa pe lita diya, khud uske beech baithi, apne bal side karte hue uski pants ki zip dheere-dheere khol di. Zip khulti hi, Sharad ka lund hard aur thick nikal aaya—ek pal ke liye Pranali khud bhi shocked thi.
Ye toh Munna jitna lamba hai, par thoda choda aur tedha… yeh toh kuch alag hi level hai!
Uske lips pe instant smile aa gayi—yeh naye flavor ka excitement alag tha.
Sharad bhi full anticipation mein, uski aankhen Pranali ki har move par tik gayi. Pranali ne ek pal Sharad ke lund ko haath mein pakda, gently squeeze kiya, uski thickness feel ki, aur phir bina kisi warning ke apne lips se uske tip ko touch kiya.
Ek second mein hi Pranali ne pura lund apne mooh mein le liya, tongue se slow lick karte hue, uska head deep le gayi. Sharad ki saans atak gayi,
"Ohhh… Pranali… shit… tum… uff!"
Pranali ab full beast mode mein thi—bal ek haath se peeche kheench liye, doosre haath se Sharad ka lund stroke karte hue, apne mooh mein deep-throat kar rahi thi. She started slow, pura tip lick karti, fir base tak le jaati, saliva ka string lips pe, eyes Sharad ki aankhon mein—poora control uske haath mein tha.
Har thrust pe Pranali ke lips se slurp, wet sounds nikal rahe the,
"Mmm… tumhe taste karna tha…"
Kabhi uska lund ko pura mouth mein ghuma ke, kabhi tip ko tight lips se suck karte, kabhi uske balls ko tongue se tease karte.
Sharad ka body twist ho raha tha, uski moans ab loud ho rahi thi,
"Fuuuck, Pranali… tumhe koi match nahi… yeh kahan se seekha?"
Pranali ne thoda naughty smile ke saath, Sharad ka lund fir se deep throat kiya, pura mouth stretch ho gaya, eyes thoda watery, lekin uska enjoyment sabse zyada tha. She kept going, kabhi fast, kabhi slow, kabhi lund ko base tak le jaake, kabhi sirf tip pe focus karte hue—poori tarah Sharad ko weak bana diya.
Ab Sharad bas uske bal pakad ke, head rock kar raha tha,
"Don’t stop… tu aaj mujhe khatam kar degi…"
Pranali ki lips ab red, face pe saliva ka shine, aur eyes mein only wild hunger. Yeh oral pleasure uske liye bhi nasha tha—first time, kisi aur lund ka taste, shape, aur power feel kar rahi thi, poora room mein sirf unki moans aur wild, messy sounds gungun rahi thi.





Sharad ab full wild ho chuka tha, Pranali ka head uske lund pe press karte hue, moaning with pure pleasure. Pranali bhi apni tongue ka magic dikhate dikhate Sharad ko edge pe le aayi thi. Lekin ek pal pe, Pranali ruk gayi.

Sharad, thoda breathless, thoda confused,
"Kya hua, baby?"
Pranali ne naughty smile di, aur khud sofa par khadi ho gayi. Apna dress aur panty adjust ki, Sharad ka thick, tedha lund apne haath mein pakda, usko tease karte hue tip ko apni wet chut ke lips pe rub kiya. Sharad ki eyes full anticipation mein thi.
Agla moment, Pranali slowly Sharad ke upar baith gayi, apni wet chut se uska lund poora andar slide kar diya. Jese hi uska lund andar gaya, Pranali ke lips se ek wild, uncontrollable moan nikal gaya,
"Ohhh… Sharad… fuck… yeh kaisa lund hai… itna alag… itna deep lag raha hai…"
Uski chut literally Sharad ke lund ko andar kheench rahi thi, uska tedha aur thoda choda shape usko ek alag hi jagah pe hit kar raha tha, har thrust pe pleasure ka wave aata raha. Pranali ab Sharad ke upar full control mein, slow upar-niche hone lagi, apne hips roll karte hue, har motion pe body pura arch ho raha tha.
Pranali ki moans ab aur wild ho gayi thi,
"Ahhh… Sharad… aur deep… aur strong… mujhe yeh tedha lund chahiye… yeh alag hi nasha hai…"
Sharad bhi ab poora wild ho gaya—he started thrusting up from below, dono haath se Pranali ke boobs ko tightly pakad liya, kabhi squeeze karta, kabhi nipples pinch karta, kabhi lean karke boobs ko lips se suck karta,
"Tu kitni tight hai, Pranali… itna gila toh kabhi kisi ke saath nahi feel hua…"
Pranali ab full heat mein, boobs Sharad ke face pe push kar rahi thi, har thodi der mein Sharad uske boobs ko chus leta, saliva aur bite marks chhodta hua.
Room ke andar sirf skin ki thap-thap, wild moans, aur Pranali ke hips ka upar-niche grind karna—dono ke liye yeh raat ek alag hi junoon thi, Sharad ka lund poora uski chut mein lost, and Pranali ab fully out of control.
"Aur… Sharad… aur tez… mujhe aur chahiye… mujhe khatam kar do aaj!"
Sharad ne speed aur badha di, uska lund ab har jagah hit kar raha tha, Pranali ki chut se wet sounds aur moans gungun rahi thi, dono apne climax ke edge pe aa rahe the—pure wild, messy, and uninhibited.




Sharad ka control ab bilkul chala gaya tha. Pranali ki wild ride ne use pure edge pe la diya tha. Ek moment, Sharad ne Pranali ko apni strong arms mein pakda, uske hips ke neeche haath dala aur poori body utha li—Pranali ab literally uske arms mein thi, legs Sharad ke around tightly wrapped, hair messy, lips parted with moans.

"Sharad… oh god… yeh kya kar rahe ho… itna wild!"
Pranali ki saans tez thi, body sweat se chamak rahi thi.
Sharad ne uska lund andar hi rehne diya, Pranali ko utha ke pura room cross kiya, har step pe uska lund uski chut ke andar friction create kar raha tha, Pranali ka body shake ho raha tha. Moan ki awaaz itni loud thi,
"Ahhh… haan… Sharad… itna deep… aur do… aur do!"
Table ke paas aakar, Sharad ne Pranali ko table par gently, lekin ek wild energy ke saath lita diya—Pranali ab table pe back ke bal thi, legs table ke edge se latak rahi thi, dress puri kamar tak upar, boobs exposed, nipples hard.
Sharad khud table ke edge pe aaya, Pranali ki legs ko wide spread kiya, apna lund direct uski chut ke andar fit kiya, aur ab aur bhi fast, jor-jore se thrust karne laga. Table hil rahi thi, har thrust pe "thao thao" ki awaaz, wet sounds, skin ka collision—sab kuch mix ho gaya.
"Ohhh… haan… Sharad… aur tez… aur deep… mujhe tod do aaj!"
Pranali ab poori tarah wild thi, body curve ho rahi thi, hands table ki edge pakad ke rakh liye, boobs har thrust pe bounce kar rahe the.
Beech-beech mein, Sharad Pranali ke upar jhuk jata, uske lips ko deep, passionate kisses deta—kabhi lips bite karta, kabhi tongue se explore karta, moans ke beech mein "you’re fucking perfect" ya "I can’t get enough of you" bolta. Pranali bhi, kisses mein back le leti, tongue fight karti, ek dusre ko poora feel karte.
Sharad ne Pranali ke boobs ko dono haath se tight hold kiya, kabhi suck karta, kabhi nip pe bite, aur niche se non-stop fast thrusts.
"Mujhe sab kuch chahiye, Pranali… aaj tu sirf meri hai!"
Pranali ki moans ab uncontrollable thi, table ke upar, hair messy, cheeks red, lips swollen,
"Aur… aur… bas… mujhe khatam kar do… tumhare bina ab kuch nahi chahiye!"
Room mein ab bas "thao thao", wild kissing, aur dono ki broken, desperate moans gunj rahi thi—ek dam wild, uninhibited, Mirzapur x Mumbai night.






Sharad ka junoon abhi bhi control mein nahi tha. Table ka scene abhi khatam bhi nahi hua tha ki Sharad ne Pranali ko poori tarah apni baahon mein utha liya aur seedha bedroom le gaya. Bed pe gently lete hue, usne Pranali ki legs thodi aur open ki, uski chut pe haath se gentle, slow touch karte hua usko tease karne laga.

Pranali ne desperate moan ki,
“Sharad… common, don’t tease me ab!”
Uski body literally crave kar rahi thi, hips Sharad ki fingers ki taraf grind ho rahi thi.
Sharad ne thoda wild, naughty tone mein tease kiya,
“Toh bata, teenon mein kis ka lund tujhe sabse zyada pasand hai—Munna, Soham, ya mera?”
Pranali ab full heat mein, ek haath apni chut pe rub karte hue, aankhon mein wild fire,
“Bas, tumhara… Sharad! Sirf tumhara chahiye mujhe!”
Sharad ne bas yahi sunna tha. Without wasting a second, apna hard lund uski chut ke lips pe rub kiya, then poora force ke saath andar daal diya. Pranali ke lips se ek broken, wild moan nikal gaya,
“Aaahh… haan… Sharad… aur tez… mujhe tod do!”
Sharad ab upar tha, uske body pe press karke, fast, rough thrusts marne laga—bed ka headboard wall pe “thak thak” kar raha tha, har thrust pe Pranali ka body poora shake ho raha tha. Uske boobs Sharad ke chest pe press ho rahe the, kabhi Sharad unhe mouth mein leke suck karta, kabhi nipples bite karta, dono wild, messy, aur out of control ho gaye the.
Pranali ab apni chut pe ek haath se rub kar rahi thi, doosre se Sharad ki back ko scratch,
“Aur… aur… aur tez, Sharad! Mujhe poora bhar do!”
Sharad ab full speed pe, sweat drip kar raha tha,
“Yeh lo… sab kuch… sirf tere andar!”



Ek final, deep thrust ke saath, Sharad ne pura load uski pussy ke andar discharge kar diya. Pranali ki chut ab poori tarah se bhar gayi—warmth, pleasure, aur satisfaction ka perfect mix. Pranali ki body arch ho gayi, ek loud scream ke saath vo bhi cum kar gayi, poori tarah exhaust, sweaty, aur completely happy.

Sharad uske upar collapse kar gaya, dono heavily breathing, heartbeats wild.
Pranali ki aankhon mein full satisfaction aur lips pe blissful smile thi—aaj finally use apna asli sukoon mil gaya tha, sirf Sharad ki baahon mein.





Sharad still lay half atop Pranali, both bodies warm, tangled in sheets, breathing slowing down after the storm of passion. Bedroom mein dim light thi, Mumbai ki traffic ki halki awaaz door tak aa rahi thi. Pranali ke lips pe soft, tired smile thi, aur aankhon mein peace jaisa sukoon—jo shayad bohot dinon baad aaya tha.

Sharad ne uske baal gently ear ke peeche kiye, cheek pe soft kiss diya.
“Are you okay? Maine kuch zyada toh nahi kar diya na?”
His voice was unusually soft, full of genuine care.
Pranali ne apna haath uske face pe rakha, eyes half closed,
“No… mujhe aaj tak kabhi aisa nahi laga. Sharad, tumhare saath sab kuch… real lagta hai. Mujhe lagta tha main sirf kisi ki zarurat hoon, koi pyaar nahi kar sakta. Par aaj… lagta hai main phir se zinda hoon.”
Sharad uski aankhon mein direct dekhta raha,
“Main sirf tumhe chahta hoon, Pranali. Na Mirzapur, na politics—bas tu. Tumhara sab kuch, accha, bura, sab.”
Pranali ne uska hand pakda, aankhen nam si ho gayi.
“Mujhe darr lagta hai… ki yeh sab sirf ek khwaab hai. Kal sab kuch fir waise ho jayega. Mirzapur ki reality, Munna, Soham, guilt… sab.”
Sharad ne gently uska face apni taraf turn kiya,
“Jitna ho sake, main tere saath khushiyan laana chahta hoon. Jab tak main hoon, tu akeli nahi hai. Main tujhe kisi bhi dard se bachane ki koshish karunga.”
Pranali, ab thoda smile karte hue, uske chest pe apna head rakh diya,
“Promise? Mujhe sirf yeh raat nahi… yeh feeling hamesha chahiye.”
Sharad ne uske forehead pe deep kiss diya,
“Promise. Tere saath hoon. Jitna ho sake, jitna tum chahe.”
Donon kuch der tak silence mein, ek dusre ki saanson ki awaaz sunte rahe. Pranali ne aakhri baar whisper kiya—
“Thank you… for showing me I deserve more.”
Us raat, bed pe tangled bodies mein sirf warmth thi—guilt, dar, aur Mirzapur ki darkness sab kuch ek pal ke liye door tha. For the first time, Pranali ne apne aap ko kisi ki god mein safe mehsoos kiya—shaayad pyaar waala safe.



Morning – Sharad’s Apartment

Suraj ki halki roshni bedroom mein ghus aayi thi, aur Sharad aur Pranali tangled sheets mein, ek dusre ke paas, neend se dhire dhire jaag rahe the. Pranali ne aankhen kholi, stretch kiya, aur uske lips pe ek soft, dreamy smile aa gayi—raat ki yaadon ka nasha abhi bhi body mein tha.
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua. Maa ka naam screen pe dekhte hi Pranali thoda panic mein aayi, lekin Sharad ki smile dekh ke khud bhi blush kar gayi.
“Haan maa… haan main theek hoon. Haan, raat ko dost ke ghar ruk gayi thi. Abhi nikal rahi hoon, jaldi milti hoon, Aryan ko ready rakhna!”
Uski voice mein woh classic “new girlfriend” ki awkward masti thi—jaise college waali ladki apne boyfriend ke ghar pe palang todh ke chhup chhup ke ghar wapas ja rahi ho.
Call ke baad, Sharad abhi bhi usse dekhta hua smile kar raha tha. Pranali ne hurry mein kapde pehne, purse shoulder pe daala, aur exit ki taraf bhaagi. Jaate jaate, door pe ruk kar Sharad ko ek quick, passionate kiss de diya—
“Miss karungi… lunch ke baad pick kar lena, okay?”
Sharad ne mazaak mein pose banaya,
“Ma’am, aap order do, driver ready hai, boyfriend aur bhi ready hai!”
Pranali haste haste lift ki taraf chali gayi, heart light and happy, uska chehra abhi bhi glow kar raha tha. Building ke bahar, Sharad ka driver khada tha—full Mumbai style, polite smile ke saath.
“Madam, ghar chalo?”
Pranali ne blush karte sir hila diya, car mein baith gayi.
Jab gaadi chal padi, Pranali ne window se bahar dekha—Mumbai ki morning rush, par uske dil mein abhi bhi raat ka sukoon tha.
Pehli baar, Mirzapur ki bhasad se door, khud ke liye ek raat—ek nayi shuruaat…


Sharad fresh ho kar, living room ki window ke paas khada, apne phone se call lagata hai—screen pe: Soham. Lips pe ek victorious grin, aankhon mein Mirzapur ka asli game.

Call connect hote hi, Sharad masti bhari tone mein bolta hai,
“Bhai, teri biwi… what a woman, yaar! Full amazing! Ab tu tension mat le, agle kuch din roz uski chut marunga. Mazaa hi aa gaya.”
Soham bhi call par, apne ghar ke drawing room mein, ek glass whisky le kar baitha, full laugh mode mein,
“Mujhe toh khushi hai, Sharad! Glad you liked. Waise bhi deal toh deal hai, paisa bhi mil gaya, biwi bhi chud gayi—Mirzapur ki asli lottery!”
Sharad ne phone pe quick transfer kar diya,
“Check kar, 10 crore abhi tere account mein daal diye hain. Paisa bhi, maza bhi—full package!”
Soham ne turant phone par app khola—account balance dekhte hi aankhen chamak gayi, lips pe badi si smile:
“Bhai, kamaal kar diya! Itni badi rakam, ek hi din mein! Biwi chudwa ke life ban gayi… ab toh main whisky ke nasha mein doob jaunga.”
Uski aankhon mein na guilt tha, na regret—sirf paisa, power, aur nasha.
“Sharad, tujhe jitni baar chahiye, bol dena. Bas paisa aata rahe, game on!”
Sharad ne call cut kiya, apne whiskey glass ko cheers kiya—apne aap pe hans raha tha,
“Kitni asaan hai Mirzapur ki game… biwi kisi ki, power aur paisa mere.”
Aur peeche, Pranali, apni nayi khushi ke illusion mein, apne ghar ki taraf jaa rahi thi—use abhi tak kuch bhi andaza nahi tha ki uski zindagi kitni mehngi deal ka hissa ban chuki hai.

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Jese hi Pranali ghar pahunchi, Aryan ne seedha door pe daud lagayi.
“Mummaaaa!”
Aryan ne uski legs pakad li, chhota face poora smile se bright. Pranali ne usko god mein utha liya, tightly hug kiya, aur cheek pe bohot saara pyaar barsa diya.
“Sorry baby, mumma ne tujhe akela chhod diya kal. Miss kiya mujhe?”
Aryan ne seedha lips pe ek wet, chhota sa kiss de diya—“Bohot zyada, mumma!”
Pranali ki aankhen khushi se bhar gayi.
Usne Aryan ko sofa pe bitha diya, college ki stories sunte sunte ek pal ke liye guilt bhi aaya, par us din ki happiness sab kuch overpower kar gayi.
Thodi der baad, Pranali apne room mein gayi—bag bed pe daala, mirror ke saamne khud ko dekha. Baal messy, lips thode swollen, aankhon mein naya glow. Lekin jaise hi neckline pe nazar gayi, vo ek dum blush ho gayi—neck aur collarbone pe deep bite marks, thoda red, thoda purple. Chest pe bhi, strap se nikalte hi clear signs the—Sharad ka passion.
Usi waqt, choti behen Rhea room mein aayi—poori filmy tone mein,
“Oho! Didi, aaj toh lag raha hai puri raat kisi ke saath dhamal macha ke aa rahi ho!”
Pranali ne fake gussa dikha ke bola,
“Chup kar, pagal! Kuch bhi mat bol, tere jiju sun lenge toh kya sochenge?”
Rhea zor se hans padi,
“Mujhe toh sab dikh raha hai—waise glow toh badi mast aa rahi hai aajkal!”
Teasing face banate hue chali gayi, leaving Pranali red-faced, hair brush karte hue apne reflection ko dekhte—bite marks ki memories aur raat ki wildness phir se flash ho gayi.
Ek pal ke liye, usne collar pe hand rakha, blush karte, aankhon mein ek dreamy smile ke saath socha,
“Yeh marks, yeh feeling, yeh raat… mujhe hamesha yaad rahegi.”



Lunch table pe sab saath baithe the. Aryan apni nani ke saath masti kar raha tha, papa Sunday news padh rahe the, aur chhoti behen stories suna rahi thi. Pranali ne Aryan ko khilaya, khud bhi ghar ke khane ka maza liya—ghar ki dal-chawal, sabzi, salad, mummy ke haath ka achar, sab kuch comfort jaisa lag raha tha.
Khana khatam hote hi, Pranali apne phone le kar balcony mein chali gayi. Soham ko call kiya—do rings mein hi utha liya.
“Hi Soham, sab theek hai na wahan?”
Soham:
“Sab badhiya hai. Aryan theek hai?”
Pranali:
“Haan, Aryan toh bindaas hai! Main soch rahi hoon kuch din aur rukh jaaun, mummy ka health thoda low hai—shayad 10-15 din lag jayenge.”
Soham:
“Okay, koi tension nahi. Take care. Need kuch bhi ho toh bol dena.”
Pranali:
“Thanks. Tum bhi apna dhyaan rakhna.”
Short, formal sa conversation, Pranali ko andar se relief mila—no questions, no drama.
Fir usne WhatsApp par Munna ko message kiya:
"My mom is sick, kuch din late aaungi Mirzapur. Aryan bhi yahin rahega abhi."
Munna ne instant reply kiya,
“Jyada mat tadpana mujhe. Wapas aayi toh chhodunga nahi, poori raat lunga!”
Sath mein wink emoji bheja.
Pranali ne mazaak mein ek kissing emoji bheji,
“Aapko miss karungi ;)”
Munna ne turant bold ho kar pucha,
“Ek selfi bhej, abhi dekhna hai tujhe.”
Pranali ne quickly apne room mein jaa ke ek cute sa selfie liya—simple top, halki smile, lips thode pink, aankhon mein thoda sharm. Munna ko bhej diya.
Munna ne typing karte hue likha,
“Aaj raat mujhe phone par mil, full naked dekhna hai tujhe. Available rehna, ready rehna!”
Pranali ne smiley bheja,
“Okay, let’s connect at night.”
Phone side pe daal diya, heart light ho gaya—main Mirzapur wapas jaa sakti thi, par Mumbai mein kuch aur hi nasha hai… aur Sharad bhi yahin hai!
She went back to Aryan, usko pyaar se hug kiya, aur socha—
“Yeh kuch din aur… sirf mere liye.”


Khana khatam karke Pranali apne room mein gayi, wardrobe khol ke confused ho gayi,
“Kya pehnu? Jeans ya kuch cute? Mujhe khud samajh nahi aa raha…”
Tabhi Rhea entry maar gayi—ekdum detective mode mein,
“Didi, date pe jaa rahi ho kya? Itna soch kyun rahi ho?”
Pranali ne quickly mana kiya,
“Pagal hai kya! Koi date nahi, bas thoda ghoomna hai.”
Rhea ne wardrobe se ek cute, slightly short, floral dress nikali,
“Yeh pehen! Bahut cute lagegi. Waise, tujhe help chahiye toh bol de, main make-up bhi kar dungi.”
Pranali thoda blush karte hue,
“Pata nahi… thoda zyada hi short toh nahi?”
Rhea ne teasing smile ke saath bola,
“Didi, Mumbai mein hai, yahan sab chalta hai! Waise bhi, aajkal toh lag hi raha hai koi special hai. Chal bata na, koi BF hai kya?”
Pranali ne sharmate hue,
“Arey, kuch bhi mat bol. Bas dost hai, accha lagta hai saath mein time spend karna.”
Rhea full gossip mode pe aa gayi,
“Accha, accha… toh kal raat ka kya scene tha? Subah toh lag hi raha tha didi puri raat kisi ke saath thi…”
Pranali ekdum red ho gayi, face pe pillow rakh liya,
“Chup kar, Rhea! Tere jiju kya sochenge, zyada mat bol!”
Rhea hans padi,
“Woh toh Mirzapur mein akele hai, aur aap yahan BF ke saath party kar rahi ho! Wah didi, kamaal nikal gayi! Mujhe laga tu seedhi hai, lekin tu toh full on fun mode pe hai!”
Pranali has ke, thoda sa pillow uske upar fenk diya,
“Tu toh sab kuch ulta sochti hai! Main seedhi hi hoon, bas life mein thoda khush ho rahi hoon yahan.”
Rhea ne aankh maari,
“Mujhe sab pata hai, didi. Waise, bata na, kaunsa type hai tera yeh friend? Cute, smart, ya wild?”
Pranali ne shyly bola,
“Thoda alag hai… smart bhi hai, caring bhi, thoda naughty, par uske saath main safe feel karti hoon. Aur kabhi-kabhi lagta hai… bas usi ke saath rehna hai.”
Rhea dreamy face banate hue,
“Awww, didi in love! Waise tu blush toh kuch zyada hi kar rahi hai aaj!”
Thodi der dono ne fun gossip ki—celeb crushes, college ki stories, latest makeup trends. Fir Rhea ne Pranali ke face pe thoda light make-up lagaya, lips pe soft pink tint, aankhon mein thoda kajal, aur baal ko loose curls de diye.
Rhea:
“Perfect! Ab lag raha hai ki Mumbai ki party queen hai. Bhool ja Mirzapur waali didi, yahan boss tu shine karegi!”
Pranali ne mirror mein khud ko dekha, ek pal ke liye believe nahi kar paayi—she looked young, cute, aur thodi si sexy.
“Thanks, Rhea! Bas, mummy ko mat bolna itna taiyyar hoon, warna sawaal karengi!”
Rhea ne wink kiya,
“Don’t worry, meri lips sealed!”
Pranali dress pehn ke, light perfume laga ke ready ho gayi, heart mein naye excitement ke saath—aaj ki shaam, sirf apne liye.


Pranali ne Rhea ke diye hue floral dress pehna—soft pastel color, knee-length, sleeveless with a slightly flared skirt. Dress ki neckline elegant thi, bas thoda playful, aur uske slim waist ko perfectly highlight kar rahi thi. Mangalsutra neckline ke beech mein shine kar raha tha, giving her a unique blend of “desi meets Mumbai chic.” Usne light makeup kiya tha, cheeks pe blush, lips soft pink, baal loose curls mein—ek dum fresh, vibrant, and cute, with a touch of new-city boldness.
Rhea bhi equally stylish thi—usne high-waisted denim shorts pehne, crop white top with little ruffle sleeves, sneakers, and big hoops in her ears. Uska look total Gen Z cool tha, ponytail tight, eyes lined with kohl, lips pe a pop of gloss. Dono behne ek dusre ko dekhke ek second ki silent appreciation kar rahi thi—we look awesome today!
Pranali ne Aryan ko pyaar se hug diya,
“Beta, main raat ko aaungi, Nani ke saath dinner khana, okay?”
Aryan ne smile ke saath sir hilaya,
“Mumma, jaldi aana!”
Maa kitchen se bol rahi thi,
“Beta, sambhal ke jaana, Rhea bhi neeche ja rahi hai toh saath chale jaana.”
Stairs pe dono behne ek saath utar rahi thi—Rhea ne teasing tone mein,
“Did, tu sach mein date pe jaa rahi hai na? Waise tujhe aaj dekhke toh Mirzapur ki saari aunties shock ho jayengi!”
Pranali ne haske usko pinch diya,
“Chup kar! Aur koi bhi silly baat mat karna, okay?”
Bahar aate hi, corner mein ek black luxury car khadi thi—Sharad apne phone pe busy, dark jeans, crisp shirt, sleeves rolled, sunglasses head pe, pure “big city boss” vibes. Jaise hi Pranali aur Rhea uski taraf bade, Sharad ne phone pocket mein daala, smile ke saath seedha khada ho gaya.
Rhea ki aankhon mein instant sparkle aa gayi,
“Wow did, agar yeh tera BF hai toh jiju ke peeche sab chalta hai! Kya car hai, kya entry hai!”
Pranali ne usko softly pinch kar diya,
“Chup Rhea, behave!”
Sharad ne aage badhkar politely Rhea ko greet kiya,
“Hi, I’m Sharad. Tum dono bahut pretty lag rahi ho aaj!”
Pranali ne introduce karaya,
“Sharad, yeh meri choti behen Rhea. Rhea, yeh… Sharad.”
Rhea ne thoda filmy smile ke saath handshake kiya,
“Nice to meet you, Sharad bhaiya!”
Sharad ne gently bola,
“Thank you, Rhea. Hum log tumhe drop kar dete hain, waise bhi main aur Pranali udhar hi ja rahe hain.”
Rhea instantly agree kar gayi,
“Oh wow, free luxury ride? Kaun mana karega!”
Car ka back door open hua, Rhea comfortably baith gayi, music ka volume thoda set kiya. Pranali aur Sharad front seats pe aake baith gaye. Sharad ne rearview mirror se ek smile exchange ki—Pranali thoda blush kar gayi, Rhea ne peechhe se teasing wink kiya.
Car smoothly Mumbai ki roads pe chal padi—andar AC ki thandak, baahar shaam ki bheed, aur andar ek nayi energy.
Rhea, peechhe se,
“Did, next time mujhe bhi aise date pe le jaana, Sharad bhaiya best host hai!”
Sharad laugh karte hue,
“Koi problem nahi, anytime. Waise, mujhe laga aaj girls’ night out hai, main toh third wheel hoon!”
Pranali ne playfully tease kiya,
“Third wheel toh tabhi banoge jab Rhea date pe chali jaaye, abhi toh tu full VIP hai!”
Teenon has pade, car mein ek soft, happy vibe thi—jaise purani tension ka koi naam-o-nishaan hi na ho.





Sharad ki luxury car Mumbai ki bheed bhari roads pe smoothly glide kar rahi thi. Pranali front seat par, fresh but thoda nervous, aaj ke liye extra care se ready ho kar nikli thi. Rhea backseat pe, apne phone pe scroll karti dikh rahi thi, lekin un dono pe nazar tikaye hui thi—ekdum detective mode mein.
Ek do minute ki silence ke baad, Rhea ne pehli bomb phoda:
“Didi, aaj toh lag raha hai ekdum heroine ban ke nikli ho! Aur waise bhi, subah jab tum ghar aayi na… mujhe laga tumhari chal hi alag thi.”
Pranali thoda panic ho gayi,
“Kya bakwaas, Rhea! Main toh normal thi.”
Rhea, totally ignoring her denial, Sharad ko mirror se dekhte hue tease karne lagi,
“Sharad bhaiya, aapko pata hai, didi ne aaj subah Aryan se milte hi bol diya, ‘beta, mumma thodi late ho gayi, so gayi thi’. Par mujhe toh lag raha tha didi ki walk mein kuch ‘royal’ effect tha—Mirzapur se seedha Mumbai ki queen ban gayi!”
Sharad, barely holding in his laughter,
“Aapki didi ka swag toh waise bhi alag hai, lekin aaj… shayad Mumbai ne kuch naya sikha diya!”
Rhea ne Pranali ko mischievous eyes se dekha,
“Waise didi, sach sach batao… poori raat Sharad bhaiya ke saath thi na? Itna glow aur blush toh main kabhi nahi dekha!”
Pranali ka face poora laal ho gaya, vo bus balon se apna face chhupane lagi,
“Rhea, please… kuch bhi mat bolo!”
Rhea drama queen ban gayi,
“Arre, ab chupao mat! Subah jab tum room mein aayi thi toh tumhe chalne mein hi takleef ho rahi thi! Mummy ne bhi poocha, ‘Pranali, thak gayi ho kya?’ Maine toh bas muskurake bola, ‘haan, didi aaj kal Mumbai mein bahut active ho gayi hai’!”
Sharad ab hass raha tha, full-on enjoyment mode,
“Rhea, tumhare jaise sister ho toh kisi ko dosti ki zarurat hi nahi!”
Rhea ne ek eye-roll diya,
“Bas ek baat bata do—didi ko jyada takleef mat dena, warna soham jiju video call pe didi ki chal dekh ke sab samajh jayenge!”
Pranali ab aur bhi sharma gayi, face pe cushion daal diya,
“Bas kar yaar! Sharad, tu bhi kuch bol na, meri izzat bach jaaye!”
Sharad side mein gentle smile ke saath,
“Main kya bolun, Rhea ki baaton ke aage toh main bhi bekaar hoon! Aur waise bhi, tum dono ki teasing mein maza bohot aa raha hai.”
Rhea full-on nautanki,
“Mirzapur ki news channel toh kal headline bana degi—Pranali Sharma ne Mumbai mein dhoom macha di! Ab didi, ghar late mat aana, warna main Aryan ko bhi sikha dungi ki ‘mumma jab smile karte hue aati hai, toh kuch toh special hua hai’.”
Pranali almost helpless, ab hans bhi rahi thi,
“Rhea, main next time tujhe ghar chhod kar hi nikl jaungi!”
Rhea laugh karte hue car se utarne lagi,
“Enjoy karo, lovebirds! Sharad bhaiya, didi ko jaldi ghar le aana—aur didi, agle hafte walking practice zyada kar lena, warna Mirzapur ki mummy sab samajh jayengi!”
Sharad ne mazaak mein salute kiya,
“Yes, madam! I’ll be careful!”
Rhea ne ek final wink diya,
“Bye! Next time mujhe bhi leke chalna aise hi kisi king-size date pe!”
She disappeared, leaving Sharad and Pranali half-embarrassed, half-giggling—poora car ek dum masti aur secrets se bhara tha.
Sharad ne softly, teasing tone mein bola,
“Toh, madam, ab hum akela hain… aur waise bhi, aaj tumhe walk karne ki bilkul tension nahi, sirf enjoy karna hai.”
Pranali ne blush karte Sharad ki taraf dekha—dil mein wohi nayi, wild wali masti aur ek chhupa sa thrill.

Rhea ke drama ke baad, car mein ek teasing energy reh gayi thi. Sharad ne steering wheel pe haath rakha, sideways glance se Pranali ko dekhte hue—uske lips pe naughty smile.
Sharad (softly teasing):
“Waise, madam, agar aaj chalne mein takleef ho toh bata dena… main apni god mein seat arrange kar dunga. VIP seat, direct Mirzapur se import ki gayi hai.”
Pranali, full blushing, shoulders up,
“Shut up, Sharad! Tumhe toh mazaak hi milta hai har cheez mein. Dekh lo, main tumhari god pe baith gayi toh dinner bhi vahin serve karwaungi!”
Sharad ne slow speed pe car daali, leaning a little closer,
“Aaj toh koi bacha hi nahi sakta. Shaam ho ya raat, aakhir tumhein meri lap pe hi toh aana hai… waise bhi, tumhare walk ki halat dekh ke toh mujhe doubt ho raha hai ki table tak bhi pahunchogi ya nahi!”
Pranali ne playful pout banaya,
“Haan haan, tumhe toh bas tease karne ka mauka chahiye. Mujhe lagta hai Aryan bhookha hi reh gaya kal, mummy ka dudu toh main hi pi gayi!”
Sharad hass pada, steering wheel thoda tight pakad ke,
“Bichara Aryan! Uska share toh tumne Mirzapur ke badle Mumbai mein le liya. Waise, Aryan ko lag raha hoga mummy ka naya magic milk hai—khush rehta hai, smile bhi zyada deta hai!”
Pranali ne Sharad ki arm ko gentle thapki di,
“Stop it! Ab tumhe bhi Aryan ki chinta ho rahi hai? Tumhare vajah se hi main aaj yahan itni bold ban gayi hoon… pehle toh sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki aisi baatein karungi!”
Sharad flirt karte hue, ek hand Pranali ke hand pe gently rakh diya,
“Aur main chahta hoon ki tum hamesha aisi hi bold, wild aur khush raho. Waise, Mumbai ka magic abhi baaki hai. Aaj dinner ke baad… maybe you’ll find a few more reasons to walk a little funny!”
Pranali full-on red, neck tak blush, but a playful sparkle in her eyes,
“Tumhare saath toh lagta hai Mumbai ki sadkon pe bhi Mirzapur jaisa nasha chadh gaya hai… bas, aaj dinner ke baad tum dekh lena, seat pe kaun rahega aur kiski lap kiski hogi!”
Sharad car park karte hue wink karta hai,
“Challenge accepted, madam! Let’s see… kaun zyada wild ho sakta hai Mumbai ki night mein.”




Sharad ne car ek stylish bistro ke bahar park ki, neon lights aur light jazz music background mein baj raha tha. Dono andar aaye, host ne candle-lit corner table pe seat karva diya. Sharad ne chair khinch ke Pranali ko baithne diya—ekdum classic “gentleman” move, lekin eyes mein full naughty mischief.
Menu dekhte-dekhte, Sharad ne tease kiya,
“Aaj kuch spicy try karna hai ya sirf sweet? Mirzapur ki didi ab Mumbai mein sab kuch taste kar sakti hai.”
Pranali ne aankhen choti kar ke, playfully reply diya,
“Aaj toh bas kuch special chahiye… woh jo baaki sab tables pe na ho!”
Sharad leaned in,
“Special toh main hoon, madam. Lekin menu ke alawa, aaj ki raat bhi tumhari hai—jo chaho, order kar lo!”
Pranali hans padi, eyes sparkle kar rahi thi. Waiter aaya, dono ne apni favorite starters aur ek fun cocktail order kiya—Sharad ne purposely “Lover’s Paradise” naam ka cocktail suggest kiya. Pranali ne thoda blush kar ke haan bol diya.
Throughout dinner:
– Sharad baar baar Pranali ki taraf lean karta, kabhi table ke niche uska haath pakadta, kabhi lightly fingers caress karta.
– Pranali bhi new boldness mein, kabhi uske shoulder touch karti, kabhi shoe se uska shoe tap karti, smile chupane ki try karti, but har second mein khud pe khush ho rahi thi.
Sharad ne teasingly ek starter feed karte hue bola,
“Ab toh aadat si ho gayi hai tumhe apni god mein bithane ki… shayad aaj yahin table ke neeche bhi try kar loon?”
Pranali ne fork se uska haath lightly hit kiya,
“Public place hai! Thoda tameez dikhana sikho… waise, tumne hi kaha tha ki Mumbai mein sab allowed hai!”
Sharad ne candle ki roshni mein Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha,
“Tumhare saath sab kuch magical lagta hai, yaar. Main pehli baar feel kar raha hoon ki… main kuch bhi ho sakta hoon, bas tum pass raho.”
Pranali ek pal ko silent ho gayi—uska heart literally skip kar gaya. Vo samajh gayi,
“Yeh sirf masti nahi… mujhe Sharad se sach mein pyaar ho raha hai.”
Usne softly smile kiya,
“Mujhe bhi lagta hai… main abhi Mumbai mein hoon, ya kisi sapne mein—sab kuch alag hai, sab kuch naya.”
Aaj ki raat, uske liye ek filmy moment thi—candles, Sharad ke soft touches, laughter, flirting, aur dil ka vo halka nasha jo sirf pehli barish wale pyaar mein hota hai.
Dinner ke baad, Sharad ne softly poocha,
“Shall we go somewhere more private?”
Pranali ne aankhon mein cheeky glint ke saath reply diya,
“Aaj toh main tumhare saath kahin bhi ja sakti hoon…”
Donon nikalte waqt ek dusre ka haath pakad ke, door ki taraf chale gaye—Mumbai ki raat un dono ke liye magical thi, aur Pranali ko finally laga,
“Main khud ke liye jee rahi hoon… aur shayad, sach mein pyaar ho gaya hai.”

Mumbai ki raat ka nasha, dinner ki lights, aur Sharad ka charming confidence—Pranali almost floated into his flat. She was smiling for no reason, literally blushing on her own thoughts, main sach mein Sharad se pyaar kar baithi hoon! Uski aankhon mein sirf Sharad tha—his touch, his words, his laughter. She was so happy, so relaxed, it didn’t even feel real.
Lekin Sharad, jab bhi Pranali thoda door dekhti, uski aankhon mein kuch aur hi chal raha tha—Mirzapur ka future, power ki lalsa, aur andar se ek cold calculation:
“Agar Pranali poori tarah mere control mein aa gayi, toh Munna bhi seedha ho jayega… Mirzapur ki taaqat meri ho sakti hai.”
Lekin chehre par usne wohi gentle smile rakha, wohi sweet words.
Pranali, uski arms mein lean karte hue, cheek pe soft kiss diya,
“Aaj ki raat mujhe kabhi bhool nahi paungi…”
Sharad ne soft touch diya,
“Tumhara saath hi toh sab special bana deta hai.”
Phir, thodi der baad, Pranali suddenly thoda serious ho gayi. She gently moved back, eyes thodi awkward,
“Sharad… main jaanti hoon tumhare saath sab kuch possible hai… lekin aaj raat mujhe thoda time akela chahiye.”
Sharad ne instantly eyebrow raise kiya, voice mein curiosity,
“Kyun? Kya hua?”
Pranali ne thoda hesitate kiya, phir softly bola,
“Vo… Munna video call pe baat karna chahta hai. Maine promise kiya tha. Please bura mat manna.”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein directly dekha, ek second ko silent,
“Tujhe lagta hai mujhe bura lagega?”
Pranali thoda defensive,
“Nahi… main bas chahti hoon ki sab theek rahe, jo jaisa hai waise hi chale… koi jhooth, koi chupana nahi. Tum meri life mein ho, par Munna bhi… abhi hai.”
Sharad ne sweetly smile kiya, lekin andar se uska mind aur zyada calculating ho gaya—
“Jab yeh itni loyal hai, isse Munna ke khilaf palatna aur bhi easy hoga…”
Usne gently Pranali ke baal touch kiye,
“Okay. Tum jo chaho. Lekin ek shart—main kuch nahi bolunga, quietly watch karunga. Sirf dekhna hai.”
Pranali thoda blush kar gayi,
“No, Sharad! Yeh thoda awkward hoga…”
Sharad thoda possessive tone mein,
“Mujhe sirf dekhna hai, kuch nahi bolunga. Trust me, bas yahin rahunga.”
Pranali ne last mein lightly haan kar di,
“Thik hai… sirf quietly. Promise, interfere nahi karna!”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein dekha, ek victory ki halki chamak—uski plan step by step work kar rahi thi. Pranali, totally unaware, bas Sharad ke pyaar mein aur deep doobti ja rahi thi.

Car ke andar soft jazz chal raha tha, city lights windows se blink kar rahe the. Sharad driving seat par relaxed, ek haath steering par, doosra occasionally Pranali ke haath par—unmein ek quiet romantic tension thi. Pranali apne phone par thi, Soham se normal ghar waali baatein kar rahi thi—thoda guilt, but ab dil sach mein equally Sharad ke liye bhi dhadak raha tha. Pehli baar, usne guilt ke saath acceptance bhi feel kiya.
Pranali (phone pe):
“Haan Soham, Aryan so gaya, sab theek hai. Main mummy ke saath hi hoon… haan, aap khayal rakhna. Miss you too.”
Call khatam hote hi, Pranali ne phone purse mein daal diya. Sharad ne teasing tone mein poocha,
“Toh, Soham ka kya haal hai? Tumhara dost toh tumhe miss kar raha hoga!”
Pranali ne thoda blush kar ke bola,
“Tumhara dost hai, miss toh karega hi.”
Sharad masti se,
“Toh bata dena usse… ‘patni’ jesa khayal yahan main rakh raha hoon!”
Pranali ne full red face ke saath Sharad ke arm pe soft thapki di,
“Chup karo, Sharad! Tum kabhi bhi serious nahi ho sakte na?”
Sharad hans pada, car ka speed thoda slow kiya,
“Mujhe sirf tumhari blush dekhni hoti hai, uske liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon!”
Pranali bhi hans padi, saari guilt, stress dissolve ho gayi—sirf Sharad ke saath hone ki khushi reh gayi.
Sharad ne softly poocha,
“So… ab chalein mere ghar? Ya yahin car mein hi Mumbai ki hawa enjoy karna hai?”
Pranali ne aankhon mein shyness ke saath quietly nod kar diya,
“Let’s go…”
Sharad ne naughty mood mein ek aur teasing question chhod diya,
“Aaj kaun sa flavour pasand hai, madam—unwant condom, ya bina kisi wrapper ke asli taste?”
Pranali ek second ke liye shock hui, phir mazaak mein uska saath deti,
“Mujhe toh tumhara asli taste hi chahiye… kuch bhi extra nahi, bas tum.”
Sharad ne zor se hans ke car turn ki,
“Wow! Mujhe lagta hai aaj Mumbai ki raat sabse khaas hone wali hai!”
Dono hanste, flirty glances exchange karte, car Sharad ke apartment ki taraf nikal gayi—andar ek new thrill, ek playful confidence, aur ek secret jo sirf un dono ka tha.



As soon as they stepped inside, Sharad ne door lock kiya, aur bina ek second lose kiye, Pranali ko apni taraf kheench liya. Dono ek dusre mein aise ghus gaye jaise pura din sirf iss moment ka wait kar rahe ho. Pranali ne Sharad ke collar pakad liye, lips uske lips pe—ek wild, messy kiss, poora room unki heavy breathing se bhar gaya.
Sharad ke haath Pranali ki kamar ko strong hold kar rahe the, uska body uske against tightly press hua. Dono ki tongues ek dusre ko tease karti, ek dusre ke lips ko bite karti—ekdum wild, passionate French kiss, jaise do pyaase log desert ke baad paani paa rahe ho.
Pranali ne Sharad ki shirt ke button todhe, uske bare chest ko nails se scratch kiya. Sharad ne Pranali ke bal ek haath se pakad liye, dusre haath se uski back ko pull karte hue neck pe deep kiss aur gentle bite kiya,
"Tumhare bina ab control nahi hota, Pranali…"
Pranali ab poori tarah wild ho chuki thi—uske moans, soft growls, aur body ke har touch mein ek nayi, raw energy thi. She wrapped her arms around Sharad’s neck, uski tongue uske mouth mein deeply explore karte hue, dono completely tangled—legs intertwined, bodies ek dusre mein twist ho kar, jaise snakes ek dusre ko lapet rahe ho.
Dono ka balance wall pe jaa takra, aur wahin, Sharad ne Pranali ko thoda lift kiya—uski legs Sharad ke hips ke around lock ho gayi, lips ab bhi ek dusre par hungry. Pranali ke neck pe Sharad ne aur bites diye, hickeys chhodta gaya, moans room mein goonj rahi thi.
Kisses aur bites ke beech, Sharad ke haath ne uska dress slide kiya, uske bare skin pe hot trails chhodta gaya. Pranali bhi Sharad ke bare back ko nails se scratch karte, usko aur close kheechte, lost in wild, tangled, never-ending passion.



Sharad ne Pranali ko living room tak lift kiya, but ab mood pura wild ho chuka tha. Pranali ne usko couch pe push kiya, khud uske upar aake baith gayi—completely in control, eyes mein wild passion. Sharad ne uske waist pakad li, Pranali ne apni top khud nikal di—ab woh sirf apne lacy bra mein thi, hair messy, chest upar-niche.
Sharad ki aankhon mein sirf ek bhook thi. Usne Pranali ki bra straps dhire-dhire slide ki, soft skin par lips chalte hue, uska bra puri tarah nikal diya. Pranali ke bare boobs Sharad ke samne—firm, soft, nipples hard with anticipation. Sharad ne bina wait kiye, dono haath se gently cup kiya, lips se ek nipple pakad liya, sucking and rolling his tongue over it.
Pranali ki body ne jhatka sa feel kiya, uske lips se soft moan nikli,
"Ahh… Sharad… aur…"
Sharad ab pura lost, uska ek haath dusre boob pe, thumb se nipple tease kar raha tha, lips dusre nipple ko suck, lick, gently bite kar rahe the. Pranali ab aur bhi upar jhuki, Sharad ki face ko apni chest pe press karti—uski body ek dum arched, hair uski back pe fell rahe the, breaths heavy and wild.
Pranali ki moans aur bold ho gayi, hips Sharad ke lap pe grind ho rahe the, body fully alive under his touch. Sharad ki tongue kabhi nipple pe circles banati, kabhi lips se gently pull karta, kabhi thoda bite karta, making her arch and shiver.
Room mein sirf unki moans, wild breathing aur tangled bodies ki awaaz thi—Pranali ab full control mein, Sharad ke upar—aur Sharad, poori tarah uski deewangi mein dooba hua.



Just as the heat between them was peaking, Pranali’s phone loudly rang on the side table. She froze, still breathless, eyes wide. The name on the screen: Munna Calling.
Sharad ne softly, breathlessly kaha,
“Take a breath… relax. Main yahin hoon.”
Pranali ne ek gehri saans li, apne bal aur dress thoda adjust kiye, lips still swollen from Sharad’s kisses. Sharad ne gently guide kiya,
“Go, bedroom mein baith jao, baat karo. I’m here.”
She nodded, thoda trembling, and slipped into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. She perched on the edge of the bed, heart still pounding, then swiped to accept Munna’s call.
Munna (voice rough, slurred):
“Oye, kahan hai tu? Miss kar raha hoon aaj. Kya kar rahi thi?”
Pranali tried to keep her tone normal,
“Kuch nahi, bas thoda tired hoon. Tum kaise ho?”
Munna, video call par shift karta hai. Screen pe aata hai—shirtless, hair messy, ek hand mein whisky ka glass, eyes full of dark, possessive desire.
“Dikh toh sahi. Turn on camera. Aaj mood mein hoon, tujhe dekhna hai.”
Pranali ne thoda hesitation ke saath phone apne samne rakh diya, camera on kar diya. She tried to look casual, messy hair thoda sa smooth kar ke, but her cheeks abhi bhi blush ho rahe the.
Munna screen par leans forward, uski gaze almost burning,
“Wah, aaj toh lag rahi hai Mirzapur ki rani… itni fresh kyun hai? Kiss karne ka mann kar raha hai…”
He sipped his drink, eyes roaming her neckline.
Pranali thoda awkwardly smiled,
“Tum bhi na, kabhi bhi kuch bhi bol dete ho.”
Peeche, Sharad quietly bedroom ke doorframe par aa gaya—arms folded, eyes intense, lekin silent. Pranali ne aankh utha ke dekha—Sharad khada tha, bas dekh raha tha, uski presence ek silent support aur possessive claim ki tarah thi.
Pranali ne phone ki screen ki side se ek choti si, private smile Sharad ko di—ek pal ke liye, sirf us dono ka connection. Munna, apni drink mein lost, flirt karte ja raha tha.
Munna:
“Camera neeche kar, main dekhna chahta hoon aaj kya pehna hai. Aur close aana, miss kar raha hoon teri skin ko.”
Pranali thoda blush karte, thoda hesitation ke saath camera angle adjust karti—unki zindagi ab ek dangerous, twisted triangle ban chuki thi: ek taraf wild love, doosri taraf dark obsession, teesri taraf silent, watching power.

Munna ne video call par aankh mein raw hunger ke saath dekha,
“Ab gown utaro, Pranali. Dheere-dheere… main sab dekhna chahta hoon.”
Pranali ne ek nervous breath li, peechhe glance kiya—Sharad abhi bhi doorframe par khada tha, eyes intense, lips parted with anticipation. Unki aankhon ka milna ek instant thrill create karta hai—jaise vo dono ab kisi ek secret world mein hain.
She turned back to the phone, trembling hands se apni gown ke knots dheere-dheere kholne lagi. Gown shoulder se slide kiya, camera pe uski bare arms, collarbone, aur then inner slip dikh rahi thi. Munna, screen par, apna whisky ka glass table pe rakh ke apne shorts ke andar haath le gaya—openly pleasuring himself, eyes fixed on Pranali.
Munna (breathless):
“Aur neeche, Pranali… slip bhi dheere-dheere… main poora dekhna chahta hoon.”
Pranali ne, thoda shaky, apni slip straps utari—gown floor pe, slip knees tak slide ki, ab sirf apne matching bra aur panty mein, camera ke samne. Her breaths shallow, heart pounding, Sharad ki presence peeche ek wild nasha jaisa lag rahi thi.
Munna ab screen pe groaning, hand moving faster,
“Perfect… ab bra utaro. Main dekhna chahta hoon pura.”
Pranali, aankhon mein ek mix of embarrassment aur strange excitement, bra ke hooks slowly open karti, camera thoda side par—aur apne breasts ka view Munna ko deti hai. Screen pe Munna ki breathing aur heavy, almost animalistic ho gayi.
She followed each of his instructions—nervous but oddly charged, knowing Sharad ki aankhen ab bhi us par hain, pure control us moment ka kisi ke paas nahi, sirf desire ka.
Munna:
“Panty bhi… dheere se… sirf mere liye.”
Pranali ab poori tarah bare, thoda cover karte, thoda intentionally exposed, Munna ko dekh rahi thi, aur Sharad ke silent gaze ko feel kar rahi thi. Munna on call, lost in his own lust, moaning her name.
Sharad, quietly watching, thrill aur possessiveness ki boundary cross kar chuka tha—uske liye yeh scene ek naya level ka excitement ban chuka tha.
Room mein sirf heavy breaths, phone se Munna ki moans, aur Pranali ki halki tremble bachi thi.




Munna ka voice ab aur bhi commanding ho gaya,
“Apne haath se niche touch karo, Pranali. Mujhe sab dekhna hai, bilkul slow. Aur aankhon mein dekho… mujhe pata chale ki sirf mera soch rahi ho.”
Pranali ne ek pal ke liye Sharad ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein poora tension, poora excitement. Sharad ne bas softly, ek slow nod diya—ek silent signal ki ‘jao, main dekh raha hoon, main bhi tumhara hoon’.
Pranali ne phone ke saamne apni body poori tarah reveal kar di, uski fingers apni thighs se hot skin par slide hone lagi. Munna ab aur bold ho gaya,
“Chut pe haath rakho… rub karo, mujhe moan sunna hai.”
Pranali ne aankhon mein thoda sharm, thoda thrill laake apne wet lips par fingers rub ki, aur soft moan screen par nikal diya. Munna ka haath apne shorts ke andar ab wild ho chuka tha—uski groans loud, eyes fixed only on Pranali.
Meanwhile, Sharad ab door se ek step aage badh ke, silently watching, his own hand now inside his jeans—he started to stroke himself, matching Pranali’s rhythm. Unki eyes locked, pure lust aur shared nasha ka ek alag hi connection ban gaya.


Munna:
“Aur tez, Pranali… mujhe sirf apni moans sunni hai. Naam le mera, bold ke… mujhe chahiye tu abhi!”
Pranali, body trembling, pleasure and guilt ka mix—lekin Sharad ka approval use aur wild bana raha tha. She moaned louder,
“Munna… ahh… I’m doing it… sirf tumhare liye…”
Sharad ab slow, but intensely, apni zip khol kar, himself out, stroking harder—eyes only on Pranali, breath heavy, cheeks flushed. Unke beech ka silent agreement, their twisted loyalty, and raw passion made the entire room pulse with heat.
Munna phone pe ab finish ke edge par tha,
“Don’t stop, Pranali… cum for me… main bhi aaj tere liye sab kuch de raha hoon!”
Pranali, fully naked, tangled in sheets, one hand pleasing herself, eyes switching between the phone and Sharad—aur Sharad, ab apni climax ke edge par, pure wildness ke saath, just watching her, owning her.
Room mein ab sirf unke moans, breathless gasps, aur shared, forbidden pleasure ki echo thi. Sab apne apne high pe, ek dusre ki aankhon mein apni victory aur obsession dekh rahe the.

Room ka temperature ab pure fire ban chuka tha. Pranali ke heavy moans, Sharad ke silent grunts, aur Munna ki wild, drunken groans—sab kuch ek hi wild beat pe synchronize ho gaya.

Pranali’s hand moved faster between her legs, body arch ho gayi, breaths ragged and wild. “Ahhh… Munna… Sharad…” uske lips se ek deep, trembling moan nikli, bed sheets muthi mein, body ek wave mein jhatak gayi.
Munna phone pe, screen par poori tarah lose ho chuka tha—uska hand rapid, face par twisted pleasure,
“Aaah… Pranali… f*ck… main aa gaya… tu meri hai!”
At the same moment, Sharad—watching every second, his own strokes fast and desperate, locked eyes with Pranali. Pranali ki aankhon mein sirf Sharad ka nasha, aur Sharad ki aankhon mein sirf Pranali ka junoon. Dono silently, ek dusre ko possess karte hue, apna high reach kar gaye—Sharad moaned her name, body tensing, release ke saath ek deep breath li.
Pranali’s own orgasm was wild and raw, hips bucking, moans room mein gungun rahi thi, body poori tarah shiver kar gayi.
Ek pal mein sab kuch slow ho gaya. Munna ne heavy breathing ke saath phone ko angle kiya,
“Good girl… ab tu aaram kar. Bye, Pranali.”
Screen blank ho gayi.
Ab room mein sirf silence thi—sirf Sharad ki gaze aur Pranali ki wild, spent eyes. Pranali ab bhi tangled in sheets, breaths heavy, lips swollen, aankhon mein sab kuch likha tha—guilt, relief, excitement, and the dangerous thrill of being watched, owned, and wanted by two powerful men.
Sharad slowly aage aaya, eyes still dark with desire,
“Aaj toh tumne sab kuch tod diya, Pranali…”
Pranali, ab sirf usko dekhti, ek thakahua, satisfied smile ke saath,
“Par mera dil… ab bhi sirf tumhare paas hai.”
Room mein ab sirf un dono ki saans ki awaaz thi, puri raat ke liye ek naya, raw, unspoken connection ban chuka tha.

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Munna ke call ke baad room mein ek heavy, charged silence thi. Pranali ab bhi bed pe thi, body exhausted but alive, breaths ragged, face flushed and lips parted.

Sharad ne apni gaze us par tikayi, aage badh kar bed ke edge par aaya, uske legs gently apart kiye. Pranali ne ek pal ke liye aankhon mein anticipation aur nasha dekha, then Sharad ne bina kuch bole apna head uski thighs ke beech le aaya—ekdum possessive, hungry energy ke saath.
Usne Pranali ki chut pe soft kisses start kiye, lips se wet trail banata, then tongue se slow, teasing licks—upar se neeche, sab jagah gently explore karte hue. Pranali ki body arch ho gayi, haath se Sharad ke head ko apni jagah press kar diya,
“Ahhh… Sharad… please, aur…”
Sharad ki tongue ab aur wild ho gayi—tip se sensitive spot pe circles, kabhi deep lick, kabhi lips se suck karna. Har second pe Pranali ke moans aur bold ho rahe the, body uncontrollable tremble mein thi. Usne apni hips Sharad ke face pe grind ki,
“Oh god… yes… tum best ho…”
Sharad slow se fast pace pe shift karta, kabhi tip se flick, kabhi flat tongue se broad licks, Pranali ki wetness aur badh rahi thi. Har thodi der mein Sharad upar dekhta, uski aankhon mein ek wild victory—jaise vo Pranali ki poori duniya ko apni tongue se rule kar raha ho.
Pranali ab full moaning, hips lift karti, haath sheets mein, body har wave pe hilti,
“Aur… Sharad… bas abhi… mujhe khatam kar do!”
Sharad ne last deep lick diya, sucking her intensely—Pranali ki body ek aur wild orgasm mein explode ho gayi. Moans room mein gungun rahi thi, body sweat mein, chest heavy, face pe ek blissful, raw smile.
Sharad finally upar aaya, lips glazed, aankhon mein pride aur possessive fire, Pranali ki aankhon mein total surrender.
Room mein ab sirf do cheezein thi: Sharad ka taste, Pranali ka moan, aur un dono ke beech ka naya, wild obsession.











Sharad ab pure heat mein tha, uska body abhi bhi pulse kar raha tha pleasure aur need se. Pranali abhi bhi bed par thi, face pe raw satisfaction, lekin aankhon mein ek naya hunger. Sharad ne gently uske bal pakad liye, possessive grip ke saath uska face apni taraf guide kiya.

Without a word, Sharad apna hard lund Pranali ke lips ke close le aaya. Pranali ne aankhon mein deep love aur wild excitement ke saath uski taraf dekha, lips slightly parted, ready for him. Sharad ne apne lund ka tip uske lips pe rub kiya—thoda tease, thoda control—aur fir dheere se uske muh mein dal diya.
Pranali ne bina hichkichahat ke, poora lund apne mooh mein le liya. Uski tongue gently tease kar rahi thi, lips tight hold banaye, har thrust pe deep aur slow suck karte hue. Sharad ke haath ab bhi uske balon mein the, guiding her motion, kabhi thoda deep le jaata, kabhi slow rock karta.
Sharad ne eyes close kiye, pleasure ka ek naya high feel karte,
"Shit... Pranali... you’re perfect..."
Pranali ne pyar se, poori surrender ke saath, uski shaft ko mouth mein roll kiya—kabhi tip ko swirl, kabhi poora deep throat, saliva se lund pura wet kar diya. Uski eyes Sharad pe, ek hand se base stroke karte hue, doosre se uski thighs ko touch karti—every motion mein ek silent passion, ek nayi addiction.
Sharad ki breaths heavy ho gayi, hips automatically motion mein aate gaye, Pranali ki lips pe uska lund slip ho raha tha, kabhi thoda moan karta, kabhi uska naam softly bolta.
Pranali ab aur bhi bold ho gayi—speed badha di, tongue se tip pe focus, deep throating tak jaakar, Sharad ko pure edge pe le aayi.
Room mein sirf wet sounds, low moans aur un dono ki wild, electric chemistry ki gungunahat thi—do bodies, do minds, ek nayi boundary cross karte hue.











Sharad ke lund ab Pranali ke mooh mein tha, room mein sirf ek hi awaaz goonj rahi thi—“slurp… slurp… slurp…” Pranali poori tarah se lost, lips tight, tongue full action pe, kabhi tip ko lick karti, kabhi deep throat le jaati. Sharad ki fingers uske balon mein, control aur pyaar dono—eyes closed, head thoda peeche, heavy breaths ke saath,

"Shit… Pranali… fuuuck, haan, bas aise…"
Pranali, soft moan ke saath,
"Mmmm… slurp… mmm…"
Wet sucking ki sound aur fast ho gayi,
"Slurrp… pop… slurp… shlick…"
Saliva ki halki string, tip se chin tak, uski devotion Sharad ko almost wild bana rahi thi.
Ek pal baad, Sharad ne usko gently upar uthaya,
"Bas, ab main control nahi kar sakta…"
Usne Pranali ko bed pe doggy style mein set kiya—hips upar, knees wide, back arched. Pranali ki chut ab exposed, wet aur throbbing, ready for him. Sharad ne uski hips dono haath se hold ki, fingers se chut ko halki si spread kiya,
"Tu ready hai na?"
Pranali, breathless and wild,
"Haan… please, Sharad… abhi!"
Sharad ne apna lund uske lips pe rub kiya, thoda tease, thoda pressure—then, ek powerful thrust ke saath andar daal diya.
"Aaaahhh… Sharad… oh god!"
Room mein ek dum raw, wild moan goonj gayi.
Thrust ke saath, skin-to-skin collision ka awaaz:
"Thap… thap… thap… thap…"
Har movement pe bed ki halki creak, Sharad ke balls ki slap, aur Pranali ki chut se wet sound:
"Shlick… shlick… shlick…"
Sharad ab full power mein, hips ka motion deep aur hard,
"Tu kitni tight hai, Pranali… ab toh ruk nahi sakta…"
Pranali, hair falling down, moaning loud and unfiltered,
"Aur… aur tez… please… mujhe tod do aaj… aaah… haaannn!"
"Thap… thap… thap… thap… shlick… shlick…"
Room ka air ab sirf heat aur wild sounds se bhara—Sharad ki breaths,
"Ahh… fuck… yes… bas yahi chahiye tha…"
Aur Pranali ki high-pitched moans,
"Ohhhh… Sharad… aur… bas… meri chut… bhar do…"
Sharad ne speed badha di, ab bed bhi wall se takra raha tha,
"Dhak… thap… thap… slap… shlick… slurp…"
Pranali ki body shake kar rahi thi, uske lips se continuous moans,
"Aaah… haaannn… haaaan… ahhh… yesss… Sharad… fuck me!"
Sharad ka hand kabhi hips squeeze karta, kabhi back pe smack,
"Teri body, teri awaaz… sab kuch mera chahiye, Pranali!"
Last wild thrust ke saath, room mein echo hua,
"THAP! THAP! THAP!"
Pranali ke lips se final wild scream,
"SHAAARAD… oh god… main aa rahi hoon…!"
Room ab silent, sirf heavy breathing, bed ki halki creak, aur dono ki satisfied, exhausted moans,
"Haaa… haaa… fuu… yess…"




Sharad ab thak ke bed pe baith gaya, back pillows se tikayi hui thi. Usne Pranali ko apni godh mein khinch liya—ab Pranali Sharad ke lund pe direct baithi thi, dono ka body close, skin se skin chipki hui.

Pranali ne apne haath Sharad ke shoulders pe rakhe, thoda support liya, aur dheere-dheere apni chut ko Sharad ke lund pe upar-niche slide karne lagi.
Sharad ne apni arms uski kamar pe tight kar di, uski hips ko guide karte hue,
"Bas, aise… Pranali, tune mujhe pagal kar diya hai…"
Pranali, lips parted, neck pe sweat ka glow, eyes half closed, soft moan nikalti,
"Ahh… Sharad… main bhi… yeh sab tere saath hi feel hota hai…"
Dono ka motion ekdum synced ho gaya—Pranali upar-niche move karte, har thrust pe wet sound aur skin ki slap goonj rahi thi:
"slap… slap… shlick… slap…"
Sharad ne kabhi uske boobs ko hold kiya, kabhi uski kamar pe grip tight ki,
"Aur tez, baby… show me how much you want it…"
Pranali ab aur wild ho gayi, dono hands bed pe rakh ke apni hips ko fast motion mein le aayi—her moans ab aur unfiltered,
"Haaann… Sharad… ohhh… yess… aur… yeh lund… mujhe pura bhar de…!"
Sharad bhi breathless,
"Shit… Pranali… ruk nahi sakta ab… tum meri ho, sirf meri…"
Pranali har thrust pe thoda grind karti, kabhi slow, kabhi fast, body ek wild dance kar rahi thi. Bed thoda shake kar raha tha, dono ki awazein mix ho kar ek wild symphony ban gayi thi—
"Ahh… haaannn… slap… shlick… thak… oh god…"
Dono ka climax close tha, pace aur badh gayi,
"Main aa rahi hoon… Sharad… don’t stop… aur… aur…!"
Sharad ne Pranali ko tightly hug kiya, ek last deep thrust, dono ek sath wild moan ke saath finish pe aa gaye,
"Aaahhhh… haaannn… yessss!"
Room mein sirf unki heavy breathing aur tangled bodies ka nasha reh gaya—do lovers, ek dusre mein lost, ab complete.



Wildness ke baad, room mein ab sirf ek sukoon bhari thakaan thi. Pranali ab bhi Sharad ki godh mein thi, dono ke bodies chipke hue, uski back par Sharad ka haath softly rest kar raha tha. Pranali ka head uske shoulder pe, saansen ab normal ho rahi thi, lekin heartbeat abhi bhi tej thi—lekin is baar excitement ki nahi, ek ajeeb comfort ki.

Bahar Mumbai ki traffic ki halke horn, lekin andar sirf dono ki saans, skin ki warmth aur uss sukoon ka nasha tha jo sirf sachcha pyaar la sakta hai… ya phir uss dangerous thrill ka aftermath jo ek dusre ke liye sab kuch tod dene ka nasha deta hai.
Sharad ne softly uske baal brush kiye, cheek pe ek gentle kiss diya.
"Tired?" usne pucha, voice mein woh masti bhi thi, aur thoda pyaar bhi.
Pranali ne eyes half close karke slow smile di,
"Bahut… par yeh thakaan sabse sukoon wali hai… lagta hai saari zindagi aisi raat ka intezaar kiya tha."
Sharad, ek second silent, then serious tone mein,
"Tujhe kabhi lagta hai… hum dono ka yeh rista sach mein possible hai? Mirzapur, tumhara family, Soham, Munna… sab kuch kitna complicated hai."
Pranali ne thoda soch ke uska hand squeeze kiya,
"Complicated hai… par jab tumhare saath hoon, sab kuch simple lagta hai. Jitni der tum pass ho, mujhe koi regret nahi."
Thodi der dono chup rahe—dil ki awaaz, aankhon ki language chalti rahi.
Phir, Pranali ne neck me apna mangalsutra feel kiya, ek deep breath li,
"Kabhi kabhi guilt aata hai… par phir tumhe dekh ke lagta hai main bhi deserve karti hoon khushi."
Sharad ne uska face apni taraf turn kiya, gentle but intense,
"Main promise karta hoon, jab tak ho sake, main tujhse yeh khushi cheen ne nahi dunga."
Pranali ki aankhon mein thoda pani aa gaya, lips pe soft smile,
"Bas itna hi chahiye… aaj, abhi, yahi."
Dono tangled sheets mein, ek dusre ko softly hold karte, Mumbai ki raat ke backdrop pe, ek nayi shuruaat ki hope aur thoda dar le kar so gaye—future uncertain tha, par iss raat ka sukoon sirf un dono ka tha.


Late Night, 1:00 AM – Sharad’s Car, Pranali’s Home

Pranali abhi Sharad ki car mein thi, eyes dreamy, body thak chuki thi lekin face pe ek soft, satisfied glow tha. Phone vibrate hua—Rhea Calling.
Pranali ne thak ke phone uthaya,
"Hello…?"
Rhea ki teasing voice,
"Didi, kidhar ho? 1 baj gaye! Ghar ka gate khol ke so bhi gayi main, Aryan bhi so gaya… tu abhi tak aayi nahi. Kya scene hai, Mumbai ki Queen?"
Pranali ne aankhein roll ki, ek choti si smile ke saath bola,
"Bas… aa rahi hoon, Rhea. Thodi der lag gayi, traffic bahut tha."
Rhea ne instantly tease kiya,
"Acha traffic? Ya Sharad bhaiya ka romantic traffic? Dekh le didi, Aryan ko mat bolna ki tu Mirzapur se Mumbai sirf uski chudail wali mummy banne aayi hai!"
Pranali thak ke hansi,
"Pagal hai tu, main aa rahi hoon… ab please phone rakh."
A few minutes later...
Sharad ne car society gate pe stop ki, soft, slow music ab bhi car mein baj raha tha. He turned to her, smile mein wohi masti aur pyaar tha,
"Good night, Pranali. Aaj ki raat… best thi."
Pranali blush karte hue, ek soft goodbye ke liye jhuki. Sharad ne uske lips pe gentle, sweet kiss diya—ek second ke liye poori duniya ruk gayi.
Balcony pe Rhea khadi thi, sab kuch dekh rahi thi. Jaise hi Sharad ne good night kiss diya, Rhea ne apni aankhon pe haath rakh liya aur halki si hansi dabai,
"Aiyo didi, filmy romance kar rahi hai tu bhi!"
Pranali quietly gate se andar chali gayi. Ghar aake, chappal nikaali, lights off ki aur softly Aryan ke pass jaake so gayi. Chehre pe ab bhi wohi smile thi—jo sirf sachche pyaar, wild raat, aur thodi si secret masti ke baad aati hai.


Morning ki light abhi soft thi. Pranali ne Aryan ko breakfast de diya, phir herself ek mug chai bana kar kitchen table pe baith gayi. Baal thode messy, lips pe ek soft afterglow, aankhon mein neend ka nasha… aur blush abhi bhi gayab nahi hua tha.

Tabhi Rhea kitchen mein enter hui—bina kuch bole usne ek hi nazar Pranali ke face pe daali, phir ek dramatic gasp nikali,
“Oho! Didi, kya baat hai! Lagta hai raat ko Mirzapur ki queen ne Mumbai mein aag laga di!”
Pranali ne instant mug se face chhupa li,
“Pagal hai kya, subah subah shuru ho gayi tu!”
Rhea ne side se chair kheech ke baith gayi, face pe naughty smile,
“Acha sach sach bata, raat ko kitne baje aayi thi? Maine toh dekha—Sharad bhaiya ki car, phir woh good night kiss… arey balcony se sab clear dikh raha tha! Wah didi, romance bhi full filmi!”
Pranali poori laal ho gayi,
“Rhea! Stop, Aryan sun lega!”
Rhea ne Aryan ki taraf dekha, fir softly bola,
“Arre Aryan toh cartoon mein lost hai! Tu bata, yeh Sharad bhaiya waise hi hai, ya Mirzapur ke jiju ko pata hai?”
Pranali ne deep breath li, phir aaj decide kar liya ki sach bol hi deti hoon,
“Dekh, Soham aur Sharad college friends hai. Mirzapur waale jiju ne khud introduce karwaya tha Sharad se. Sab kuch ekdum easy nahi hai, but… main yahan Mumbai mein aayi toh Sharad mujhe phir se mila. Bas, feelings ho gayi… socha, ek chance deserve karti hoon.”
Rhea ne dramatic hair flip kiya,
“Wah, didi! Matlab jiju ka friend hi tumhara Mumbai ka boyfriend! Full modern love story chal rahi hai. Main toh pehle se guess kar rahi thi. Bas ek baat—don’t worry, main mummy ko kuch nahi bolungi. Mujhe maza aata hai tere secrets jaankar. Kya hi film chal rahi hai yaar tumhari zindagi mein!”
Pranali ne relief ki ek smile di,
“Thank you, Rhea. Bas kisi ko mat bolna. Mujhe khud samajh nahi aata main kya kar rahi hoon—kabhi guilt, kabhi khushi, kabhi full-on madness.”
Rhea ekdum gossip queen ban gayi,
“Chal, details de! Raat ko kya hua? Main toh dekh ke samajh gayi thi ki aaj kuch alag hi dhamaka hone wala hai. Tu aise blush kar rahi thi jaise college wali didi ho!”
Pranali ne ek pal hesitate kiya, phir ek deep sigh ke saath finally give in kiya—
“Rhea… raat ko sab kuch tha. Pehle Sharad ne mujhe godh mein uthaya, phir bed pe wild ho gaye… main khud bhi itni bold ho gayi thi ki socha nahi tha. Usne mujhe… upar se niche tak taste kiya. Pehli baar laga ki main kisi ki fantasy nahi, kisi ki sachchi chaahat hoon.”
Rhea full wide eyes ke saath,
“Wah, didi! Matlab full wild…? Like… movie jaise, ya usse bhi zyada?”
Pranali thoda blush karte, thoda naughty ho kar,
“Movie se bhi zyada! Pata hai, maine pehli baar kisi ke saamne sab kuch loose kar diya. Sharad ke touch mein, main literally melt ho gayi thi. Har sound, har moan, sab kuch control ke bahar ho gaya. Kabhi uski godh mein, kabhi bed pe, kabhi doggy style, kabhi…” (She giggled, covering her mouth.)
Rhea pura excited,
“Aiyo didi! Matlab tu bhi ab boldness ki queen ho gayi! Bas tu aise hi happy reh. Aur koi detail chhupa mat, mujhe sab chahiye—varna main mummy ko bol dungi ki tu aajkal badi secretive ho gayi hai!”
Pranali ne Rhea ki arm pakad ke pull kiya,
“Pagal! Mummy se door rakhna meri love story. Par sach bolun, Rhea… main pehli baar khud ke liye jee rahi hoon. Sharad ke saath sab kuch alag hai—guilt bhi hai, but yeh nasha bhi hai.”
Rhea ne pyar se Pranali ka haath hold kiya,
“Didi, mujhe lagta hai tu deserve karti hai happiness. Tu sach mein badal gayi hai—par main tere saath hoon, chahe mummy kuch bhi kahe. Bas mujhe kabhi-kabhi wild updates milti rahein!”
Dono behne hans padi, ek dusre ko hug kiya. Kitchen mein ek secret sisterhood ki warmth thi, aur ek nayi morning ki fresh hope.


Rhea aaj full curiosity mode mein thi. Coffee ke sips ke beech woh Pranali ko ghoorti rahi, fir sudden ek direct sawaal thok diya—

“Didi… toh batao, yeh Sharad kya tera naya jiju banne wala hai kya?”
Pranali ne chauk ke dekha, phir smile karte hue thoda real soch mein chali gayi.
“Aisi koi baat nahi hai, Rhea… Dekh, Soham mera pati hai, mera pehla pyaar bhi hai. Aryan ki wajah se toh hamari zindagi hamesha jud gayi hai. Sharad… uska saath kuch alag hai. Main khud nahi samajh pa rahi hoon—main use bhi pyaar karti hoon. Shayad do logon se ek hi waqt mein pyaar ho sakta hai.”
Rhea thoda soft ho gayi,
“Par didi… Soham ke saath toh love marriage thi na? Aur Aryan bhi hai.”
Pranali ne honest jawab diya,
“Haan, love marriage thi. Soham ne hamesha mujhe pyaar diya, respect diya… uska hak bhi hai mujh par. Main usse kam pyaar nahi karti. Par Sharad ke saath… lagta hai jaise kuch adhoora tha, woh ab mil gaya. Uske touch, uski baaton mein ek nasha hai. Shayad galat hoon, par khud se jhoot nahi bol sakti.”
Rhea ne ek long sigh li, phir teasing smile ke saath,
“Matlab meri didi full movie heroine ban chuki hai! Dono hero, ek Mirzapur ka king, ek Mumbai ka maverick.”
Pranali hans padi,
“Aisa mat bol, sab kuch utna glamorous nahi jitna dikh raha hai. Bohot guilt bhi hai, Rhea. Lekin main chahti hoon tu samjhe—main pehli baar sirf apne liye jee rahi hoon.”
Rhea serious ho gayi,
“I get it, didi. Tu chahe jo bhi choose kare, main tere saath hoon. Bas sach bolti rehna, mujhe bhi thoda thrill chahiye life mein.”
Phir Rhea ne ek naya plan banaya,
“Waise, abhi Sharad bhaiya se officially milna hai. Last time toh sirf 2 minute car ke bahar dekha tha—ab proper introduction chahiye. Chale cafe milne?”
Pranali ne pehle to socha, phir shoulders utha ke bola,
“Let’s see. Tumhare Sharad bhaiya busy rehte hain, par plan bana sakte hain. Par main warning de rahi hoon—yeh filmy sawal mat poochna, varna main dono ko bhaga dungi!”
Rhea ne eyes roll ki,
“Main toh fun ke liye milna chahti hoon! Ab mummy ko toh bata nahi sakti, kisi ko toh future jiju bolun!”
Pranali ne coffee sip ki, eyes mein ek honest sparkle,
“Jiju bolne se pehle dekh le, meri life ka next chapter kaun likhta hai—Soham ya Sharad.”
Rhea hans padi, table ke across Pranali ki haath squeeze kiya,
“Jo bhi ho, mujhe invite milna chahiye wedding ke liye! Aur haan—tu happy reh, that’s all I care.”
Dono behne hans rahi thi, kitchen ki halke suraj ki roshni mein ek nayi beginning ka feel tha. Life messy thi, complicated thi, par sisterhood, sachai aur thoda filmy masti toh hamesha tha hi.

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next update bro...
very hot

[arvind274]

Nice...

[Kuchnahi24]

Mast writing h Joker bhai… phir se mirzapur ki sair karke , munna bhaiya ka swag alag h , sharad to pata nahi lagta hi chutiya h , Pranali to jaan h story ki… bahut aache se kahani ka taana baana racha h aapne aur aage badhaya h…. Please update further

[Joker44]

Thanks all for the support 

[Wasifahim]

Majedar Update

[exbiixossip2]

next update brother..
very hot
ab to Pranali Mirzapur ki Mallika ban kar rahegi....

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[Dj Gulzar]

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[sushilt20]

Nice update

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