Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

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Kaveri ka poora shareer kaanp raha tha. Aankhon se aansu rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the. Uska dimag sunn ho chuka tha—kya kare, kisse kahe, kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha. Papa ko batati toh unhe heart attack aa jaata. Amma ko batati toh woh bhi toot jaati. Aur Pushpa mama toh jail mein the, unhe kaise batati?

Usse yaad aaya, pichle kuch dino se Jolly bhaiya hi the jo ghar mein sabse zyada dikh rahe the. Pushpa mama ke case ke liye wahi sab kuch handle kar rahe the, Srivalli mami ke baare mein bhi unhone hi bataya tha. Kaveri ke innocent dimaag mein ek pal ke liye bhi yeh khayal nahi aaya ki Jolly bhaiya ka is sab mein koi haath ho sakta hai. Usse laga, shayad woh hi uski madad kar sakte hain. Majboori aur desperation mein usne apne kaanpte haathon se Jolly ka number dial kiya.
Ek ring, do ring… phir Jolly ne phone uthaya. Uski awaaz mein wahi calm aur confident tone tha jo Kaveri ne pehle bhi suna tha.
"Haan Kaveri, sab theek hai? Itni subah phone kiya?"
Kaveri ki awaaz gale mein hi atak gayi. Usne koshish ki, lekin sirf siskariyan nikal payi.
"Jolly bhaiya… woh… woh main…"
Jolly ne phone pe Kaveri ki haalat samajh li. Uske chehre par ek slow, twisted smile aayi—uska plan kaam kar raha tha.
"Kya hua Kaveri? Tum ro kyun rahi ho? Relax, batao kya hua?" usne aur zyada caring tone mein poocha, jaise sach mein uski fikar ho.
Kaveri ne himmat juta kar, toote-toote shabdon mein sab kuch bata diya—kaise usko anjaan number se messages aaye, uski nangi tasveerein bheji gayi, aur phir usko college ke peeche bulaya gaya. Usne Ravi ka bhi zikr kiya, ki woh call nahi utha raha tha.
"Meri… meri nangi tasveerein… Jolly bhaiya… woh… main kya karoon? Papa ko pata chalega toh woh mar jayenge… Pushpa mama toh jail mein hain… mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha hai…" Kaveri ki awaaz ab poori tarah se toot chuki thi.
Jolly phone par sab sun raha tha, uske chehre par satisfaction ka bhav tha. Usne Kaveri ko beech mein roka, ek dum se serious aur thoda strict tone mein bola, "Kaveri! Chup ho jao! Rona band karo. Yeh rone ka waqt nahi hai. Ab dhyan se meri baat suno."
Kaveri uski awaaz sunkar thoda shaant hui, usse laga ki koi toh hai jo uski madad karega.
"Dekho Kaveri, ghabrane se kuch nahi hoga. Yeh bahut serious matter hai, aur humein isse bahut carefully handle karna hoga. Sabse pehle, tum apne papa aur amma ko kuch nahi bataogi. Unhe yeh pata chalega toh unki izzat mitti mein mil jayegi, aur Pushpa bhai ki bhi badnami hogi. Samajh gayi?"
Kaveri ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya, uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha.
"Dusri baat, yeh Ravi, tumhara boyfriend—mujhe lagta hai iska hi haath hai is sab mein. Tum abhi usse koi contact nahi karogi. Main usko dekh lunga." Jolly ne Ravi ka naam lete hi Kaveri ke chehre par halki si hope dekhi—usse laga Jolly uske liye kuch karega.
"Aur teesri baat," Jolly ne apni awaaz aur dheere ki, usme ek commanding tone aa gaya, "Jaisa tumhe us message mein kaha gaya hai, theek waisa hi karo. Tum kal subah college ke peeche jaogi. Lekin, tum akele nahi hogi. Main bhi wahin aas-paas rahunga. Jaise hi koi tumhe tang karne ki koshish karega, main turant action lunga. Hum unhe range haathon pakdenge."
Kaveri sunkar thoda darr gayi, "Lekin Jolly bhaiya, agar woh mujhe… agar woh kuch aur karne ko kahe toh?"
Jolly ne ek lambi saans li, "Dekho Kaveri, kabhi kabhi bade problems solve karne ke liye, humein thoda risk lena padta hai. Tum bas wahan jaogi, aur unki baat sunogi. Jaise hi kuch galat lage, tum bas ek signal dogi, aur main wahan aa jaunga. Main tumhe promise karta hoon, tumhari izzat par koi aanch nahi aayegi. Aur un logon ko main aisi saza dunga ki woh yaad rakhenge."
Usne thoda pause liya, "Lekin iske liye Kaveri, tumhe meri har baat manni padegi. Koi bhi galti nahi, koi bhi shaq nahi. Mujh par bharosa hai na?"
Kaveri ke paas koi aur option nahi tha. Uska dimag poori tarah se Jolly ki baaton mein phas chuka tha. Usse laga Jolly hi uska akela sahara hai. Usne dheere se bola, "Haan Jolly bhaiya… mujhe aap par bharosa hai. Main waisa hi karungi jaisa aap kahenge."
Jolly ke chehre par ek chhalakta hua muskaan aaya. Usne phone kaata, aur uske dimaag mein ab Rudra Reddy ka birthday plan aur bhi clear ho chuka tha.
"Perfect. Ab yeh ladki poori tarah mere control mein hai," usne socha, aur apni whiskey ka glass utha kar ek sip liya.
Kaveri ne phone rakh diya, lekin uske dil ki dhadkan ab bhi tez thi. Anjaan darr abhi bhi tha, lekin Jolly ki baaton se usse thodi himmat mili thi. Usse lag raha tha ki koi toh hai jo uski mushkil mein uske saath khada hai. Lekin usse kya pata tha, jisse woh apna saviour samajh rahi thi, wahi uske saare dukhon ki jad tha. Uski masoomiyat ab Jolly ke bade game ka hissa ban chuki thi.



Subah hui, Kaveri ke liye woh subah kisi qayamat se kam nahi thi. Raat bhar woh so nahi paayi thi, aankhon ke neeche kaale ghere pad gaye the, aur uska chehra darr se peela pad gaya tha. Mann mein hazaaron sawaal the, lekin Jolly bhaiya ki baaton par bharosa karke, usne tayaari ki. Usne wahi simple blue kurti pehni, hair ko theek se baandha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Lekin uske andar ka darr uske har kadam mein jhalak raha tha.

College ke peeche woh theek waqt par pahunch gayi. Uska dil zoron se dhadak raha tha, aur uski aankhen Jolly ko dhoondh rahi thi. Magar Jolly kahin dikha nahi. Ek pal ke liye usse laga, Jolly bhaiya ne usse jhooth bola. Tabhi, ek black tinted Scorpio uske paas aakar ruki. Uske andar se do bade-bade aadmi nikle, chehre par koi bhaav nahi tha. Unhone Kaveri ko dekha, aur bina kuch bole, usse gaadi mein baithne ka ishaara kiya.
Kaveri ne ghabra kar peeche dekha, Jolly ko dhoondhne ki aakhri koshish ki, lekin koi nahi tha. Uske paas mana karne ki himmat nahi thi. Uske dimaag mein Jolly ki baat goonj rahi thi, "Jaisa tumhe kaha gaya hai, theek waisa hi karo." Darr ke maare usne gaadi mein kadam rakha. Gaadi ke andar bhi do aur aadmi baithe the. Sabhi chup the, aur gaadi tezi se aage badh chali.
Kaveri ne poochne ki koshish ki, "Hum kahan ja rahe hain? Jolly bhaiya kahan hain?"
Lekin kisi ne koi jawab nahi diya. Gaadi kaanch se bahar ka nazara bhi theek se dikha nahi raha tha. Usse laga jaise woh kisi gehre kuen mein girti ja rahi ho. Raasta lamba tha, aur har guzarne wale pal ke saath Kaveri ka darr badhta ja raha tha. Uski aankhon se chup-chap aansu nikal rahe the.
Kuch der baad, gaadi ek bade, shandaar villa ke saamne ruki. Villa bahut posh area mein tha, chaaron taraf badi-badi deewarein aur gate the. Aadmiyon ne gaadi se utarkar Kaveri ko andar aane ka ishaara kiya. Uska dil baith sa gaya. Yeh jagah waisi bilkul nahi thi jaisa usne socha tha. Usse laga tha, college ke peeche un logon ko pakda jayega, lekin yahan toh usse khud kisi anjaan jagah laya gaya tha.
Aadmiyon ne usse villa ke andar ek bade se kamre mein chhoda. Kamra bahut luxurios tha, lekin Kaveri ko usmein ghutan mehsoos ho rahi thi. Deewarein, furniture, sab kuch usse ghoor raha tha. Aadmiyon ne door band kar diya, aur Kaveri us kamre mein akeli reh gayi.
Usne darwaze par haath maara, "Hello! Koi hai? Mujhe kahan le aaye ho? Mujhe ghar jaana hai!" Lekin koi jawab nahi aaya. Uske dimaag mein ab Jolly ki baatein shaq paida karne lagi thi. Kya usne sach mein Jolly par bharosa karke galti kar di thi?
Woh kamre ke beech mein khadi thi, kaanpte hue. Har aahat par uska dil uchal jaata. Use nahi pata tha ki uske saath ab kya hoga. Shayad uski tasveerein wahi log banayenge jinhone bheji thi. Uska darr itna badh gaya tha ki usse saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha.
Kuch der baad, us kamre ka door dheere se khula. Kaveri ne darr se aankhen band kar li, usse laga ab woh log aayenge. Lekin jab usne aankhen kholi, toh uske saamne Jolly khada tha.
Jolly ka chehra bilkul shaant tha, uske lips par ek halki si muskaan thi—wohi muskaan jo usne pehle Kaveri ko tasalli dete waqt di thi. Lekin aaj us muskaan mein kuch aur hi tha. Kaveri ko dekh kar Jolly ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb chamak thi, ek jeet ka ehsaas.
Kaveri usse dekhte hi bhaag kar uske paas gayi, "Jolly bhaiya! Aap kahan the? Mujhe yeh log kahan le aaye? Mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai!" Usne Jolly ka haath pakad liya, usse laga jaise woh bacch gayi ho.
Jolly ne uske haath ko dheere se thapthapaya, "Relax Kaveri. Sab theek hai. Main yahi hun. Tum safe ho. Yeh sab mere hi aadmi the."
Kaveri ne hairani se uski taraf dekha, "Aapke aadmi? Matlab… aapko pata tha?"
Jolly ne ek lambi saans li, aur uske chehre se woh nakli muskaan ab dheere-dheere gayab ho rahi thi. Uske badle, ek cold, calculating look uski aankhon mein aa gaya. "Haan Kaveri. Mujhe sab pata tha. Yeh sab mera hi plan tha."
Kaveri ko laga jaise uske pairo tale zameen khisak gayi ho. Uska darr ab hazaron guna badh chuka tha. Jis par usne sabse zyada bharosa kiya tha, wahi uske dushman nikla. Uske dil mein ek dard utha—Ravi, uski tasveerein, sab kuch Jolly ne hi kiya tha.
"Aap… aapne… kyun…?" Kaveri ke mooh se bas itna hi nikal paya.
Jolly ne uske chehre par apna haath rakha, aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, "Tumhe jaldi hi pata chal jayega Kaveri. Tum bahut special ho. Aur special logon ke liye special plans hote hain." Uski awaaz mein ab koi softness nahi thi, sirf control aur power thi.
Kaveri uske haath ke neeche thar-thar kaanp rahi thi. Usse laga jaise uski saari duniya ek pal mein ujad chuki ho.



Jolly ne Kaveri ko apne saamne waali sofa par baithaya. Uska haath ab bhi Kaveri ke chehre par tha, lekin ab uski pakad aur zyada mazboot ho gayi thi. Kaveri kaanp rahi thi, uski aankhon mein darr, bewafai aur helplessness saaf jhalak raha tha. Usse samajh nahi aa raha tha ki ab kya hoga, aur woh kaise is mushkil se niklegi.

Jolly ne dheere se apna haath Kaveri ke chehre se hataya, aur uski aankhon mein seedha dekhte hue bola, "Dekho Kaveri, tum bahut masoom ho. Tumhe lagta hai ki duniya bahut simple hai. Lekin yahan har cheez ke peeche ek price hota hai. Aur ab tumhari bari hai woh price chukane ki."
Kaveri ne apni awaaz mein himmat juta kar kaha, "Kaisa price, Jolly bhaiya? Aap kya keh rahe hain? Aapne aisa kyun kiya mere saath? Ravi… usne…?"
Jolly hansa, ek thandi, berehem hansi. "Ravi? Oh, woh toh bas ek chhota sa pyada tha mere game mein. Usne wahi kiya jo use kaha gaya tha. Aur tumhari tasveerein… woh toh bas ek shuruaat thi. Asli game toh ab shuru hoga."
Kaveri ke dil mein ek zor ka jhatka laga. Usse laga jaise uska saara shareer shunya ho gaya ho. "Game? Kaisa game? Jolly bhaiya, please… aisa mat karo mere saath. Main Pushpa mama ki bhanji hoon. Meri izzat… meri family…"
Jolly ne uski baat kaati, "Pushpa? Hahaha! Pushpa toh jail mein hai, aur woh wahan se kuch nahi kar sakta. Aur Srivalli? Uski haalat toh tumne dekhi hi hai. Uski toh ab rooh bhi meri ghulam ban chuki hai. Tum nahi chahti na ki tumhare saath bhi wahi ho?"
Kaveri ki aankhen badi ho gayi. Srivalli mami ki haalat ke baare mein soch kar uske roongte khade ho gaye. Uski innocent aankhon mein ab darr aur bhi gehra ho chuka tha. Usse samajh aa gaya tha ki Jolly kya kehna chahta hai.
Jolly ne apna ek haath Kaveri ke ghutne par rakha, aur dheere se uski kurti ke upar se sehlaane laga. Kaveri ne jhatke se apna pair peeche kheenchne ki koshish ki, lekin Jolly ne uske ghutne ko mazbooti se pakad liya.
"Dekho Kaveri," Jolly ne apni awaaz aur dheere ki, usme ek dhamki chupi hui thi, "Tumhe wahi karna hoga jo main kahunga. Agar tumne meri baat maani, toh tum zinda rahogi, tumhari family safe rahegi, aur tumhari izzat bhi bachi rahegi… filhaal ke liye. Warna, tumhari tasveerein toh bas shuruaat hain. Main poori duniya ko dikha dunga ki Pushpa ki bhanji kitni 'sanskaari' hai. Tumhari family ki badnami hogi, tumhare papa ko sach mein heart attack aa jayega. Aur rahi baat tumhari, toh tumhari haalat Srivalli se bhi badtar kar dunga. Tum bhi Pushpa aur Srivalli ki tarah meri ghulam ban jaogi."
Kaveri ke gale mein aansu atak gaye. Usne apna sir hilaya, "Nahi… please… aisa mat karo… main kuch nahi karungi… main jo kahoge…"
Jolly ne uski awaaz ko unsuna karte hue bola, "Tumhare paas do raste hain, Kaveri. Ya toh meri baat maano, aur thoda sa dukh seh lo, lekin tumhari family aur tumhari 'izzat' bach jayegi. Ya phir, zid karo, aur sab kuch kho do. Faisla tumhara hai."
Kaveri ki aankhon se behte aansuon ne uske chehre ko poora bhigo diya tha. Uske dil mein ek taraf apmaan ka dard tha, aur doosri taraf apni family ko khone ka darr. Uske paas koi option nahi tha. Usne us bade se kamre mein khud ko akela paya, jahan uski awaaz sunne wala koi nahi tha. Uske andar ki masoomiyat, uska bachpana, sab kuch ek pal mein Jolly ki baaton se toot chuka tha.
Usne apna sir jhuka liya, uske kandhe zor-zor se hil rahe the. Uski awaaz siskariyon mein badal chuki thi, aur uske lips se bas itna hi nikal paya, "Theek hai… Jolly bhaiya… main… main wahi karungi… jo aap kahoge…"
Jolly ke chehre par ek jeet ki muskaan aayi. Usne Kaveri ke ghutne par apni pakad aur mazboot ki, aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, "Achchi ladki. Mujhe pata tha tum samajhdaar ho. Ab chalo, taiyaar ho jao. Aaj raat ek bahut khaas party hai. Aur tum wahan ki 'special guest' banogi."
Kaveri ne himmat nahi ki Jolly ki aankhon mein dekhne ki. Uska dil darr aur sharm se bhara hua tha. Usse laga jaise uski zindagi ab Jolly ke haathon mein ek kathputli ban chuki thi. Uska har sapna, har khushi, sab kuch ek pal mein chhin gaya tha.


Jolly ke logon ne Kaveri ko us kamre se nikal kar ek doosre kamre mein le gaye. Yeh kamra usse bhi zyada shandaar tha, lekin Kaveri ke liye ab har shandaar cheez darr ka prateek ban chuki thi. Uske andar ghuste hi, uski nazar bed par padi, jahan ek dress rakhi hui thi. Usne dekha, woh dress ek gehre maroon rang ki thi, chamakte hue fabric se bani. Yeh ek Indian style ka gown tha, sleeveless aur deep V-neckline ke saath. Us par intricate golden embroidery thi jo uske curves ko highlight karne ke liye design ki gayi thi. Dress ke saath matching earrings aur ek delicate maang tikka bhi tha.

Kaveri ne us dress ko dekha, aur uski aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye. Usse samajh aa gaya tha ki yeh dress kis maqsad se uske liye chuni gayi hai. Yeh uski masoomiyat ka aakhri parda tha, jise utaarne ki taiyaari ho rahi thi. Usse yaad aaya, usne kabhi aisi dress nahi pehni thi. Uske sanskari upbringing mein aise kapde pehenna paap maana jaata tha.
Jolly ki ek aadmi ne usse nahaane ka ishaara kiya, aur phir dress pehenne ko kaha. Kaveri ke paas mana karne ki himmat nahi thi. Woh dheere-dheere bathroom mein chali gayi, aur garam paani ke neeche khade hokar rone lagi. Har boond paani uske jism se zyada uski rooh ko saaf karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin usse pata tha ki ab kuch bhi pehle jaisa nahi ho sakta.
Nahaane ke baad, kaanpte haathon se usne woh dress uthai. Jaise hi usne use pehna, fabric uske jism se chipak gaya. Sleeveless hone ke kaaran uske smooth shoulders aur toned arms expose ho gaye the. Deep V-neckline se uske breasts ka cleavage saaf dikh raha tha, jo uske liye sharmindagi ka sabab ban raha tha. Golden embroidery uske slim waist aur hips par jhoom rahi thi, uski har curve ko define kar rahi thi. Dress ki lambai uske ghutno se thodi neeche thi, aur usme ek side slit tha jo uske lambe pairo ki jhalak de raha tha.
Jab usne mirror mein khud ko dekha, toh uski aankhen phati ki phati reh gayi. Yeh woh Kaveri nahi thi jise woh jaanti thi. Uska chehra ab bhi darr se bhara tha, lekin is dress mein woh ek alag hi roop mein nazar aa rahi thi—seductive, bold, aur behad khoobsurat. Uske lambe, ghane baal khule hue the, aur makeup artist ne uske aankhon ko gehre kajal aur eyeliner se highlight kiya tha, aur uske lips par ek dark pink lipstick lagai thi. Woh aaj ek desi beauty queen lag rahi thi, jo kisi bhi mard ka dil chura sakti thi.
Uske chehre par woh masoomiyat ab bhi thi, lekin usmein ek anjaan sa nasha bhi ghul gaya tha. Uska har ang, uski har harkat ab CM Rudra Reddy ke birthday gift ke liye taiyaar ho chuki thi. Woh aaj Jolly ka masterpiece thi, jise woh apne "Baaz" CM ko pesh karne wala tha. Kaveri apne aap ko pehchan nahi pa rahi thi. Uske andar ka darr, uski sharm, aur uski helplessness uske is naye roop ke peeche chupi hui thi. Woh bas khadi rahi, us kamre ke beech mein, ek zinda gudiya ki tarah, jise ab kisi aur ke hathon se sajaya gaya tha.



Kaveri apne naye avatar mein, us bade se kamre ke darwaze par khadi thi. Uska dil darr aur sharm se kaanp raha tha. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin woh unhe rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Usse pata tha ki ab rone ka koi faayda nahi. Tabhi, darwaza khula aur saamne Jolly khada tha.

Jolly ne Kaveri ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan thi, ek shikaari ki muskaan jo apne shikar ko dekh kar khush hota hai. Usne dheere se Kaveri ke paas aakar uske chin ko pakda aur halka sa upar uthaya.
"Perfect," Jolly ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek thandi jeet thi. "Bilkul waisa hi jaisa maine socha tha. Tum toh aaj mere papa ke liye sabse khoobsurat gift ho, Kaveri. Waah!" Usne Kaveri ke gaal par halka sa thappad maara, jo pyar se zyada possession dikha raha tha.
Kaveri uske is touch se sehmi, lekin kuch keh nahi paayi. Uska gala sookh gaya tha. Usse laga jaise woh sach mein koi cheez hai, koi insaan nahi.
Jolly ne use ek taraf ishara karte hue kaha, "Chalo. Ab tumhare gift wrapping ka time ho gaya hai."
Usne Kaveri ko ek lambe corridor se hote hue ek bade se suite mein bheja. Yeh suite bhi bahut shandaar tha, lekin ismein Kaveri ko apni qaid ka ehsaas aur zyada gehra ho gaya. Suite ke andar ek chhota sa dressing area tha, jahan ek bada sa box rakha hua tha. Box khoobsurat golden paper se wrap kiya gaya tha, aur us par ek bada sa red ribbon laga hua tha. Kaveri ne us box ko dekha, aur usse laga jaise uski saari zindagi us box mein qaid hone wali hai.
Jolly ne us box ki taraf ishaara karte hue kaha, "Yeh tumhare liye hai. Iske andar jao, aur wait karo. Jab main bulaunga, tab bahar aana." Uski awaaz mein ab koi softness nahi thi, sirf ek raseela ahankaar tha.
Kaveri ne ghabra kar us box ko dekha. Usse laga jaise woh kisi maut ke kuye mein ja rahi ho. Lekin uske paas koi aur option nahi tha. Uski aankhon mein aansu the, par ab woh chup-chap box ke andar chali gayi. Box andar se spacious tha, lekin Kaveri ko usmein ghutan mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi thi.
Jaise hi woh box ke andar gayi, Jolly ne use band kar diya. Kaveri ko laga jaise uski duniya andhere mein doob gayi ho. Usne box ke andar se bahar sunne ki koshish ki. Thodi der mein use suite ke darwaze ke bahar logon ke aane ki awaaz sunayi dene lagi. Baahar party shuru ho chuki thi. Zor-zor se music baj raha tha, logon ke hansne aur baat karne ki awaazein aa rahi thi.
Kaveri ko laga jaise woh ek poori alag duniya mein hai. Bahar log khushiyan mana rahe the, aur woh yahan is box mein qaid thi, darr aur apmaan se bhari hui. Uska dil zoron se dhadak raha tha. Usse pata tha ki yeh party CM Rudra Reddy ke birthday ki party hai, aur woh aaj us party ka 'gift' ban chuki hai.
Usne box ke andar hi apne haathon se apne aap ko jakad liya. Uska poora shareer kaanp raha tha. Usse laga jaise uski rooh bhi uske jism se nikal kar kahin bhaag jaana chahti ho. Uske dimaag mein ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha, "Main kaise niklungi yahan se? Meri madad kaun karega?" Lekin jawab mein sirf party ka shor aur uski apni siskiyan thi. Usse pata tha ki uski zindagi ab Jolly aur uske Baaz ke haathon mein hai.



Party ka shor dheere-dheere kam hota gaya. Music ki awaazein dheemi padne lagi, aur logon ke hansne ki awaaz bhi ab door se aa rahi thi. Kaveri us box ke andar baithi, har pal ko ginte hue. Uska darr badhta ja raha tha. Ab usse sirf apne dil ki dhadkan aur apni saanson ki awaaz sunayi de rahi thi. Jab sab kuch bilkul shaant ho gaya, toh Kaveri ko laga jaise uski jaan mein jaan aayi ho, lekin agle hi pal usse realize hua ki ab asli khel shuru hoga.

Thodi der baad, us suite ka darwaza khula. Kaveri ne box ke andar se mehsoos kiya ki koi andar aaya hai. Uske kadmon ki awaaz dheere-dheere box ke kareeb aa rahi thi. Kaveri ne apni saans rok li. Uska poora shareer kaanp raha tha. Usse laga jaise uska dil abhi uski chhaati se bahar nikal jayega.
Ek pal ka intezaar, aur phir, box ka dhakkan dheere se khula. Halki roshni Kaveri ki aankhon mein padi. Usne dheere se apni palkein uthai. Uske saamne CM Rudra Reddy khade the. Unke chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan thi—ek shikaari ki muskaan jo apne naye shikar ko dekh kar santusht ho raha ho. Unki aankhon mein buri neeyat saaf dikh rahi thi.
Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske chehre par khushi aur hawas ka mishran tha. Kaveri uske saamne theek waisi hi thi jaisa Jolly ne uske liye taiyaar kiya tha—ek khoobsurat, masoom, lekin ab majboor gift.
"Toh yeh hai woh special gift," Rudra Reddy ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek raseela ahankaar tha. "Jolly ne toh kamaal kar diya. Bilkul waisi hi jaisi tasveeron mein dikhti thi, balki usse bhi zyada khoobsurat."
Kaveri box ke andar hi baithi rahi, uski aankhen Rudra Reddy par tiki hui thi. Uska chehra darr se safed pad gaya tha. Usne Rudra Reddy ki aankhon mein dekha, aur usse laga jaise woh khud ko ek gehre kuen mein girti hui dekh rahi ho. Uski masoomiyat ab khatre mein thi, aur uske paas bhagne ka koi rasta nahi tha.
Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ki taraf apna haath badhaya, aur uski chin ko pakad kar halka sa upar uthaya. Kaveri uske touch se sehmi, lekin woh kuch keh nahi paayi. Uska gala sookh gaya tha. Usse laga jaise uski rooh bhi uske jism se nikal kar kahin bhaag jaana chahti ho.
"Bahut intzaar kiya hai maine is pal ka," Rudra Reddy ne dheere se kaha, uski aankhon mein buri neeyat saaf dikh rahi thi. "Ab tum meri ho, Kaveri."
Kaveri ki aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye. Usne Rudra Reddy ko dekha, uski aankhon mein ek sawaal tha, "Ab aage kya?" Lekin usse pata tha ki is sawaal ka jawab uski zindagi badal dega. Woh bas intezaar kar rahi thi, agle pal ki, jab uski masoomiyat ka aakhri parda bhi utar jayega. Uska darr, uski sharam, aur uski helplessness uske is naye roop ke peeche chupi hui thi. Woh bas khadi rahi, us kamre ke beech mein, ek zinda gudiya ki tarah, jise ab kisi aur ke hathon se sajaya gaya tha.


Rudra Reddy ne dheere se Kaveri ka haath pakda, uski ungliyon ko apni ungliyon mein phansaya, aur use box se bahar nheencha. Kaveri ke kadam ladkhada gaye, aur woh seedhi Rudra Reddy ki baahon mein aa giri. Uski sleeveless V-neck blouse se uske cleavage ka halka sa hissa dikh raha tha, jo Rudra Reddy ki aankhon mein chamak laaya. Kaveri darr ke maare uski chhaati se chipak gayi, uska dil zoron se dhadak raha tha. Usse laga jaise woh kisi aag ke gole mein sama rahi ho.

Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ko apni baahon mein kas liya, uske jism ki garmi ko mehsoos karte hue. Usne ek gehri saans li, Kaveri ke baalon mein apna chehra chhupate hue uski khushboo ko apni saanson mein bhara. Kaveri ne jo perfume lagaya tha, woh uski masoomiyat aur taazgi ka ehsaas dila raha tha, aur Rudra Reddy ke andar ki hawas ko aur zyada bhadka raha tha.
"Mmmh," Rudra Reddy ne ek gehri awaaz mein kaha, uski aankhen band thi. "Kya khushboo hai. Bilkul taazi kali jaisi." Usne Kaveri ke mathe par ek halka sa kiss kiya, jo pyar se zyada possession dikha raha tha.
Phir Rudra Reddy dheere se kamre ke beech mein rakhi ek badi si leather chair par baith gaya, aur Kaveri uski god mein thi. Kaveri ne Rudra Reddy ki aankhon mein dekha, uski aankhon mein darr aur sharm saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne Rudra Reddy ki chhaati par apne haath rakhe, usse door dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin uske haathon mein taaqat nahi thi.
Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ki kamar par apna haath rakha, aur usse apni taraf aur zyada kheench liya. Kaveri ka chehra ab Rudra Reddy ke bilkul kareeb tha. Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ke chehre ko dekha, uski masoom aankhon ko, uske gulabi honthon ko. Uske andar ki hawas ab control se bahar ho rahi thi.
"Tum nahi jaanti Kaveri," Rudra Reddy ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek madak nasha tha. "Tum kitni khoobsurat ho. Tum toh ek haseen sapne jaisi ho, jise main ab haqeeqat banana chahta hoon."
Usne apna ek haath Kaveri ke gaal par rakha, aur uske hothon ko dheere se sehlaaya. Kaveri ne apni saans rok li. Uski aankhen band ho gayi. Usse laga jaise uski saari duniya ek pal mein ruk gayi ho. Uske andar ka darr ab itna badh gaya tha ki usse laga jaise woh behosh ho jayegi.
Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ke hothon par jhuk kar ek lamba, gehra kiss kiya. Kaveri ne resist karne ki koshish ki, apne sir ko doosri taraf ghumaana chaha, lekin Rudra Reddy ne uske chehre ko mazbooti se pakad liya tha. Uska kiss zabardasti tha, aur Kaveri ko laga jaise uske saare sapne us kiss ke neeche kuchal rahe the.
Kiss ke dauraan, Rudra Reddy ka haath Kaveri ki kamar se hote hue uski peeth par gaya, aur phir dheere-dheere uske sleeveless blouse ke andar ghus gaya. Kaveri ke roongte khade ho gaye. Usne apne daanton se apne honthon ko kaata, lekin dard mein bhi uski awaaz nahi nikli.
Rudra Reddy ne kiss ko toda, aur Kaveri ke kaan ke paas aakar dheere se fusfusaya, "Ab se, tum sirf meri ho, Kaveri. Meri har khwahish ko poora karogi."
Kaveri ki aankhon se aansu behne lage. Usne Rudra Reddy ko dekha, uski aankhon mein ab sirf helplessness thi. Usse laga jaise uski zindagi ab Rudra Reddy ke haathon mein ek kathputli ban chuki thi, aur uske paas is khel se nikalne ka koi rasta nahi tha. Woh bas uski god mein baithi rahi, darr, sharm aur apmaan se bhari hui.





Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ko apni god se uthaya aur dheere se bed ki taraf le gaya. Kaveri ka shareer kaanp raha tha, uski aankhon mein aansu the, lekin woh ab resist karne ki himmat kho chuki thi. Rudra ne usse naram bed par lita diya. Kaveri ke dono haath darr ke maare apne aap hi upar ki taraf chale gaye, uske sir ke paas, jis se uski sleeveless blouse mein se uski chikni aur sexy armpits poori tarah expose ho gayi. Uska yeh pose, Rudra Reddy ke liye ek ajeeb sa nasha ban gaya.

Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ke upar jhuka, uski aankhon mein dekha jo ab darr aur sharm se band hone wali thi. Usne dheere se Kaveri ke dono haathon ko pakad kar bed par upar ki taraf pin kar diya. Ab Kaveri poori tarah se uski qaid mein thi, uski armpits Rudra Reddy ke saamne poori tarah se expose thi.
"Ahhh…," Rudra Reddy ne ek gehri saans li, uski aankhon mein hawas chamak rahi thi. Usne apna chehra Kaveri ki armpits ke paas laya, aur dheere se apni jeeb nikal kar uski mulayam skin par laga di. Rudra ne ek kutte ki tarah chaatna shuru kiya, upar se neeche tak, gol-gol ghumate hue, jaise woh koi swadisht cheez kha raha ho. Kaveri ka shareer is anjaan touch se buri tarah se kaanp gaya. Uske roongte khade ho gaye, aur uske munh se ek halki si siskari nikal gayi, "Mmmhh..."
Rudra uski armpits ko chaat-chaat kar geela kar raha tha, aur Kaveri bechaini se machal rahi thi. Usse laga jaise woh kisi gandi naali mein gir gayi ho. Uska dimag usse cheekh raha tha, lekin uska shareer Rudra ke control mein tha.
Kuch der tak uski armpits ko chaatne ke baad, Rudra ne apna chehra upar uthaya. Uski aankhon mein ab aur zyada hawas thi. Usne Kaveri ke chehre ko apne haathon mein liya, aur uske hothon par apna muh laga diya. Rudra ne ek gehra aur lamba French kiss shuru kiya. Uski jeeb Kaveri ke muh ke andar ghus gayi, uski zubaan ko explore karne lagi, har kone ko chaatne lagi. Kaveri ne resist karne ki koshish ki, apne hothon ko band karna chaha, lekin Rudra ki pakad itni mazboot thi ki woh kuch nahi kar paayi.
"Mmmhh… Ahhh…" Kaveri ke munh se dabi hui awaazein nikal rahi thi, Rudra ke kiss ke beech mein dabti hui. Uski aankhon se aansu beh rahe the, jo uske gaalon ko geela kar rahe the. Rudra uske muh ke andar se Kaveri ka "sweet taste" mehsoos kar raha tha, jise woh aur zyada absorb karna chahta tha. Uske andar ki hawas ab control se bahar ho chuki thi. Uska har touch, har kiss, Kaveri ko aur zyada tod raha tha. Kaveri ko laga jaise uski saari masoomiyat, uski saari izzat, Rudra ke is gande khel mein khatam ho rahi thi.






Rudra ne Kaveri ko uthaya aur aaram se bed par le jaakar rakh diya. Uske dono haath abhi bhi upar ki taraf the, Rudra ne dheere se uske kalaiyon ko pakad kar rakha. Is position mein Kaveri ki sexy armpits (bagal) saaf dikh rahi thi.

Rudra ki nazar seedhe un armpits par padi aur use woh bahut pasand aayi. Uski saanson ki raftaar tez ho gayi. Usne aage jhukkar apni jeebh nikali aur Kaveri ki bagal mein chattna shuru kiya.
Woh pure shiddat se, jaise bhuka kutta chat-chatakar khaata hai, vaise hi uski bagal ko chaatne laga. Kaveri dard se nahi, par us gandi harkat aur bebas hone ke ehsaas se machal rahi thi. Uske sharir mein tez sirohan daud gayi.
Jab Rudra bagal se hatt gaya, toh usne apna muh seedhe Kaveri ke muh par laga diya aur ek gehra, zordaar french kiss karne laga. Kaveri protest nahi kar paayi. Rudra tezi se uske labon ko chusta raha. Uski jeebh andar ghus gayi aur uske muh mein Kaveri ka meetha aur naram ehsaas bharam gaya. Rudra ko woh sweet taste bohot pasand aaya aur usne Kaveri ko aur zor se jakad liya.



Rudra ko Kaveri ka machalna aur tadapna dekh kar behad maza aa raha tha. Woh uski halat ko poori tarah se enjoy kar raha tha.

Rudra ne apni pakad dheeli kiye bina hi, Kaveri ke top ke saare buttons tezi se khol diye.
Top ke khulte hi, Kaveri ki chhati ke beech ka hissa cleavage saaf dikhne laga. Uski chhati soft curves ab saamne the.
Yeh nazaara dekh kar Rudra ki aankhon mein ek shaitaani chamak aa gayi. Usne apna chehra jhukaya aur seedha Kaveri ke cleavage mein garda (sir) daal diya.
Usne apni naak se us naram jagah ki gehri khushboo li. Us jagah ki gehraai aur softness Rudra ko chhoo gayi. Usne wahin sir rakh kar us naram ehsaas ko aur zyada der tak mehsoos kiya**,** jaise woh uska naya takiya ho. Kaveri saans bhi theek se nahi le paa rahi thi.

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Rudra ne bina kisi der ke, Kaveri ke sharir se top ko poora alag kar diya.

Ab Kaveri sirf bra mein thi. Bra ki dori aur kapde se dhaki uski chhati Rudra ke saamne thi. Rudra ko yeh nazaara dekh kar aur zyada maza aaya.
Usne apne bade haathon se bra ke upar se hi Kaveri ke boobs ko zor se dabana shuru kar diya. Kaveri ko takleef ho rahi thi, par Rudra apni harkat band nahi kar raha tha.
Iss apmaan aur dard ke beech, Kaveri ki aankhon se garam aansoo behe nikle aur takiye mein ghul gaye. Uska rona dabe hue siskiyon mein badal gaya.
In sab ke bawajood, Rudra ki jeebh ab bhi Kaveri ke muh ke andar thi, uske saanson ko block karte hue uske swaad ko mehsoos kar rahi thi. Rudra hamesha uske muh ko apne control mein rakh raha tha.



Rudra ne ab apne haath thode neeche kiye aur dheere se Kaveri ki frock ki zip kholi. Usne ek jhatke mein frock ko Kaveri ke sharir se alag kiya** aur** bed se hatake door phenk diya.

Ab Kaveri poori tarah se nangi thi, sirf ek chhoti si panty uske ang ko dhak rahi thi. Rudra ki aankhon mein shikar milne ki bhookh aur tez ho gayi thi.
Usne apna ek bada haath Kaveri ke panty ke upar rakha aur dheere dheere uski choot  ko masalna shuru kar diya. Panty ke patle kapde se bhi uski garmi Rudra ko mehsoos ho rahi thi. Rudra ko Kaveri jaisi taazi aur kunwari choot milne ki behad khushi thi. Uske chehre par santushti ki gandi muskaan phail gayi.
Kaveri andar se poori tarah se toot chuki thi. Uska har ang kaamp raha tha. Woh ladne ki himmat bhi kho chuki thi, kyunki use pata tha ki agar usne thoda bhi virodh kiya, toh uski Mami Srivalli ka haal hoga aur uska parivaar barbaad ho jayega.
Uske dimag mein Rudra ke shabd goonj rahe the: "Zyada himmat mat dikhana, warna tumhari Mami ki video poore gaon mein phail jayegi." Yeh darr uski sabse badi mazboori thi.
Kaveri apne sir ko bed mein zor se daba rahi thi, taaki uski siskiyan aur aahien kam sunaai den. Uska sharir ek taraf ko mudne ki nakam koshish kar raha tha, jaise woh Rudra ke haathon se bachna chahti ho, par woh jaanti thi ki yeh sab bekaar hai. Woh sirf uske dabao ke neeche dabti chali ja rahi thi, rote hue apni bebas kismat par sharminda thi.

Rudra ko Kaveri ka machalna bilkul pasand nahi aaya. Usne apni aawaaz bhaari aur gusse se bhar kar dhamki di:

"Chup ho ja! Zyada nakhre mat dikha, varna jaan se jayegi!"
Yeh sun kar Kaveri ekdum se shaant ho gayi, uski siskiyan gale mein hi ruk gayi. Darr uski bebasii par haavi ho chuka tha.
Kaveri ke shaant hote hi, Rudra ne dheere se uska bra khola aur use bhi alag kar diya.
Ab Kaveri ke perfect boobs khule the. Thand aur darr ki vajah se uske tight nipples bahar ki taraf ubhar aaye the. Yeh woh boobs the jinhe abhi tak kisi mard ne chhua tak nahi tha.
Bina der kiye**,** Rudra ne apna muh seedhe uske ek nipple par laga diya. Woh use mazedaar masti mein chhoos raha tha, jaise koi bachcha doodh peeta hai. Doosre haath se Rudra doosre boobs ko zor se masal raha tha. Kaveri ki aankhon se chupke se aansoo gire aur takiye mein kho gaye.



Rudra ne Kaveri ke boobs ko chhoosna band kiya, uski nazar ab Kaveri ki aakhri kapde par thi. Usne ek jhatke mein Kaveri ki chhoti si panty ko kheench kar utara aur door fenk diya.

Ab Kaveri poori tarah se nangi thi. Uske saamne ek dam taazi, virgin choot thi, jo abhi tak kisi mard ki nazar mein nahi aayi thi. Gabrahat aur thodi si sharm se Kaveri ki choot halki si bheegi hui thi, uski gulabi pankhudiyan Rudra ke samne ek khazane ki tarah thi.
Rudra ki aankhon mein jeeth (victory) ki chamk thi. Usne apne bade sharir ko aage jhukaya aur apna muh seedhe Kaveri ki choot par rakh diya. Usne apni jeebh nikali aur ek dum pyaar se, aise jaise koi meethi cheez chakh raha ho, use chattna shuru kar diya.
Rudra ko ismein bahut maza aa raha tha. Woh mazedaar swaad aur khushboo ko poori tarah se mehsoos kar raha tha.
Kaveri ke liye yeh sab shuru mein behad apmaan janak (humiliating) aur dardnaak tha. Woh apna muh takkiye mein daba kar sisak rahi thi. Par Rudra ki jeebh ki barabar ki harkat aur uski choot par bane dabaav ke kaaran, ek aisa ehsaas paida hua jiski use umeed nahi thi.
Na chahte hue bhi, uski bebas body us apmaan mein hi kuchh sukh mehsoos karne lagi. Uska sharir tezi se garam hone laga. Woh apni kamar ko halka sa upar ki taraf uthaane lagi, apni marzi ke khilaaf Rudra ki harkat ka jawab de rahi thi.
Aur phir ek zor ki lahar aayi. Kaveri ne apne hosh khone shuru kiye aur woh tez saans lene lagi. Rudra ke muh par hi, Kaveri ko na chahate hue bhi apna pehla orgasm  mil gaya. Woh poori tarah se thandi pad gayi, haafte hue aur behad sharminda thi ki uski deha ne uske saath aisa dhokha kiya.

Rudra ko Kaveri ke sharir ka woh unexpected response dekh kar behad maza aaya. Uski muskaan aur gehri ho gayi thi. 68 saal ki umar mein bhi, ek 18 saal ki kunwari ladki ki verginity todne ka khayal use ek naya josh de raha tha.
Woh turant apni jagah se uth khada hua aur apne kapde utare. Usne apna mota aur bhaari lund (penis) nikaala. Kaveri ne apni zindagi mein pehli baar aisa kuchh dekha tha. Darr aur ghin  se uski aankhen phail gayi aur woh tezi se saans lene lagi.
Rudra bed par Kaveri ke upar aaya. Usne halke haath se Kaveri ki taangon ko phailaaya aur apne lund ka sirah Kaveri ki choot par rakha. Usne dheere dheere uske ang par lund ko rub  karna shuru kiya, ek dikhawa tha jaise woh use sukh de raha ho.
Kaveri ki aankhon mein mami Srivalli ka chehra gaya. Ek aakhri koshish mein, usne apna sir hilaaya aur apne haathon se Rudra ko peeche dhakelne ki nakam koshish ki, par Rudra ke aage uski ek na chali. Rudra ne apne haathon se uski kamar pakdi aur use ekdum shaant kar diya.
Pehla Dhakka (First Stroke): Rudra ne apni kamar ko zor se aage kiya aur apna lund Kaveri ki choot mein daalna chaha. Chut bahut tight thi; lund sirf aadha hi andar jaa paaya. Kaveri ke gale se ek bhaari, dardnaak cheekh nikli jo room mein goonj gayi. Uske aansoo phir se behne lage.
Doosra Dhakka (Second Stroke): Rudra ne Kaveri ki cheekh ko ansuna kiya aur apne shikar ki tadap mein aur maza laine laga. Usne apna poora wazan daal kar doosra dhakka maara. Yeh vaar pehla se bhi zyada bhaari aur tez tha. Lund aur gehra andar chala gaya. Kaveri ka saans ruk gaya, aur uski aankhon ke aage andhera chha gaya.

Teesra Dhakka (Third Stroke): Rudra ko ab aur intezaar nahi tha. Ek aakhri, takatwar jhatke mein, usne apna poora lund Kaveri ki kunwari choot ke andar daal diya. Kaveri ki verginity (kawaaripan) ek bhaari awaz ke saath toot gayi. Khoon ki kuchh boondein bedsheet par phail gayi. Kaveri apni aakhri taakat kho kar ekdum shaant ho gayi, uske ang sann pad gaye the.
Lekin Rudra ko ismein hi sabse zyada sukh mil raha tha. Yeh tight choot uske buddhe sharir mein naya josh bhar rahi thi. Rudra ab bina kisi parwah ke apna lund us tight choot mein aage peeche kar raha tha, uske chehre par apne power aur bhog (enjoyment) ki bhavna saaf dikh rahi thi.



2nd Detailed (Rudra's Heavy Dominance and Kaveri's Pain):

Rudra ko ab apne control mein aayi Kaveri ki tightness mein jo maza mil raha tha, woh use sattar saal ki umar mein ek naya jeevan de raha tha. Usne apni raftaar tez kar di, aur usne tez dhakke (heavy thrusting) maarna shuru kar diya.
Awaazein aur Ehsaas (Sounds and Feelings): Poore kamre mein ab do hi awaazein thi: Rudra ke lund ke Kaveri ki choot mein lagne ki geeli, chapak-chapak ki tez awaaz, aur doosri Kaveri ki dard bhari aahien aur moans (siskariyan).
"Aahhh... Uhh... Mmmph... Papa... Dhire... Pl-please..." Kaveri ke muh se jo bhi shabd nikal rahe the, woh sirf dard aur bebas guzarish ke the.
Heavy Action: Rudra ne Kaveri ke shareer ko mazbooti se pakda hua tha, uske haath Kaveri ki kamar aur pet par dabe hue the. Har dhakke ke saath, Kaveri ka sharir hawa mein thoda sa uchhal jaata tha, par Rudra use turant apni jagah par waapas khinch leta tha.
Kissing and Control: Beech-beech mein, Rudra apna sir aage karta tha aur Kaveri ke chehre par, uske honthon par, aur uske gale par tez kissing aur smooching karta tha. Yeh smooching pyaar ki nahi, balki apne haq aur possession ki moharr (stamp) thi.
Rudra ne gale par apna muh rakhte hue garajdar aawaaz mein kaha: "Aaj se tu meri hai, Kaveri! Poori tarah se meri! Yeh dard bhool ja... yeh toh bass shuruaat hai... apne CM ko apni aahien suna!"
Rudra ka Bhog (Rudra's Enjoyment): Rudra ab poori tarah se apni mast duniya mein tha. Kaveri ka vergin khoon uske lund par laga tha, jo use ek alokik (divine) ehsaas de raha tha. Woh apni aakhri taakat tak Kaveri ko istamaal (use) karne ke mood mein tha.
Kaveri ki deha (Kaveri's Body): Kaveri ka sharir ab dheere dheere hilna band kar chuka tha. Uski aankhon mein sirf khali-pan (emptiness) tha, par uska muh ab bhi chhoti chhoti dard bhari awaazein nikal raha tha jo Rudra ke har dhakke par nikalti thi.



Rudra ko apni current position mein jitna sukh milna tha, mil chuka tha. Ab uski nazar Kaveri ke sharir ko aur bhi tez tareeke se bhogne par thi.
Kaveri abhi bhi sann padi thi, uski aankhon mein khali-pan tha. Rudra ne apna lund baahar khincha (pulled out) aur ek tez jhatke mein Kaveri ko ghutno (knees) aur haathon ke bal kar diya (doggy style position).
Kaveri apni marzi ke khilaaf us apmaan bhari position mein thi, uski kamar Rudra ke saamne jhuki hui thi. Rudra ko peeche se Kaveri ki ubhari hui kamar (raised back) aur tight choot ka nazaara aur bhi uttijit (stimulated) kar gaya.
Heavy Thrusting in New Position: Rudra turant Kaveri ke peeche aaya aur bina kisi tayyari (preparation) ke, apna lund us tight choot mein wapas daal diya. Iss position mein ghusne par Rudra ko pehli baar se bhi zyada maza aaya, kyunki choot ab aur zyada tight mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Rudra ab apni poori taakat aur raftaar se Kaveri ko chod (fucking) raha tha. Har dhakke ke saath, Kaveri aage ki taraf jhook jaati thi, aur uska sharir Rudra ki maar ko sehne ke liye mazboor tha.
Moans and Sweat: Kaveri ab cheekh nahi rahi thi, balki uska gala sookh chuka tha. Uske muh se sirf ghutti hui, tez saanson ki awaazein aur "Mmmh... Mmmph... Ahhh..." jaise dard bhare moans hi nikal rahe the. Dono ke sharir pasine (sweat) se bheeg chuke the.
Rudra ki baat (Rudra's Dialogue): Rudra ne tez dhakke maarte hue Kaveri ke kaan ke paas badi gusse aur dominance se kaha:
"Zyada himmat mat dikhana, nakhre mat kar! Chal meri raand (whore)! Apne CM ko khush kar! Bol ki tu meri gulam (slave) hai!"
Rudra ke tez dhakke Kaveri ke gudde (womb) tak lag rahe the, jo Kaveri ko ander tak tod rahe the. Kaveri sirf rote hue apni ankhein band kar saki, uske paas ab ladne ki koi taakat nahi baki thi.




Rudra ko doggy style mein kaafi maza aaya, par woh apni shakti ko aakhri roop dena chahta tha.
Rudra ne Kaveri ko dobara ghumaya aur use apni goadi  mein bitha liya, Kaveri ki taangon ko apni kamar ke ird-gird lapet liya. Is tarah baithne par, lund aur zyada gehraai mein chala gaya.
Rudra ne apne chehre par shaitani muskaan late hue Kaveri ko chhedha , uske baalon ko pakad kar dheere se peeche khincha.
Phir usne apni aakhri taakat bator kar, kast kar , tezi se aur zor zor se chodna shuru kar diya. Har dhakke mein Rudra ka poora wazan aur josh tha.
Kaveri poori tarah se exhaust  ho chuki thi. Uska sharir sirf Rudra ki harkat ke saath hil raha tha, usmein virodh  ki koi shakti nahi baki thi.



The Climax: Rudra ko apna antim pal nazdeek aata mehsoos hua. Usne apni aakhri aur sabse tez thrust diya. Is aakhri dhakke mein, Rudra apne charam sukh par pahuncha. Usne apni poori garmi aur lund ka saara maal (cum/semen) Kaveri ki choot ke andar bhar diya.
Kaveri ki choot abhi bhi Rudra ke lund ko bahut tightly pakde hue thi, aur Rudra ne dheere se apna bhaari lund baahar nikala. Lund ke baahar aate hi, Rudra ka paani Kaveri ki choot se bahar nikla aur uski jaanghon  par phail gaya. Kaveri ki choot puri tarah se Rudra ke cum se flooded thi.
The Farewell: Rudra ne apne kaam ko poora samjha. Usne Kaveri ko goadi mein utara aur bed par phir se lita diya.
Jaane se pehla, usne jhukkar Kaveri ke muh par ek aakhri French kiss kiya. Apni jeebh ko Kaveri ke muh mein ghusa kar ek tez jhatka  diya, jaise apni vijay  ki final nishaani de raha ho.
Kiss todne ke baad, Rudra ne ek santushti bhari saans li, apne hothon ko saaf kiya, aur palat kar kamre se chala gaya, Kaveri ko us tuti hui halat mein akele chhod diya.




Rudra kamre se baahar nikla, uski chaal mein thodi thakaan thi, lekin uske chehre par ek gehri, ghinauni santushti (disgusting satisfaction) chhayi hui thi. Apne kapde sahejte hue , woh suite ke lounge area mein aaya jahaan Jolly apne kaam mein laga tha.
Jolly turant apne pita ki shakal dekh kar khada ho gaya. CM Rudra Reddy ne apne bete ko apne paas bulaya.
Rudra ne halke se Jolly ke kandhe par haath rakha, uski aankhon mein wohi shaitaani chamk thi jo ek bachche ko tareef karte samay hoti hai:
"Beta kamaal kar diya tune! Badhiya gift tha woh... saalon mein aisa maza nahi aaya! Woh bacchi ki woh tadap... uski woh cheekh... uff!"
Rudra ne thodi der ruk kar ek gehri saans li, jaise woh swaad phir se mehsoos kar raha ho. Phir ek aur important baat uske muh se nikli:
"Lekin sun, Jolly! Yeh cheez (Kaveri) mujhe baad mein bhi chahiye hogi beta. Ab toh aadat pad gayi hai uss tightness ki."
Jolly khush ho gaya. Apne pita ki khushi mein hi uski jeet thi. Usne haath jod kar ek choti si taareef ki:
"Wah Papa, aap toh tagde khiladi nikle! Uss umar mein bhi itni taakat! Maza aa gaya sun kar."
Phir usne poora bharosa dilaate hue kaha:
"Aap bilkul chinta mat karo, aapke liye toh Kaveri hamara personal samaan hai. Aapka jab bhi mann hoga, jab aap ek baar bol denge... main use turant aapke liye bhejwa dunga."
Rudra ne sir hilaaya, uske chehre par ab ek CM ki serious expression wapas aa chuki thi. Usne Jolly ko ek aakhri nazar di, jaise apna kaam check kar raha ho, aur phir apni security ke saath wahan se chala gaya, piche us suite mein Kaveri ko uski barbaadi ke saath chhod diya.


CM Rudra Reddy ke jaane ke baad, Kaveri bed par usi halat mein padi rahi. Uska nanga sharir bedsheet par bejan sa phaila hua tha. Uski aankhon ke aansoo sookh chuke the, lekin dil mein jo gehra dard tha, woh abhi bhi taaza tha.
Uska poora nichaad ang Rudra ke cum  se bhara hua tha, jo ab uski jaanghon aur pet par chipak gaya tha. Yeh uske apmaan ki ek ghinauni nishaani thi. Jo sundar Indian-style gown use gift ke liye pehnaya gaya tha, woh ab kamre ke ek kona mein fars par gira pada tha, sharminda aur masla hua 
Kaveri ka sharir itna thak chuka tha aur kamzor  itni zyada thi ki usmein hath hilaane ki bhi taakat nahi bachi thi. Zaruri nahi ki woh neend ho, par uske dimag ne sharam aur dard se bachne ke liye shut down kar diya tha. Apni pichhli saanson ki siskiyon aur moans ke saath, Kaveri ne apni aankhein band kar li aur woh ek bejan neend mein chali gayi.

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Shandaar update and awesome story

[Joker44]

Agli subah ki halki roshni suite ke pardon (curtains) se chhan kar andar aa rahi thi. Kaveri ki aankh ek tez dard ke saath khuli, jo uske nichle sharir mein chubhan paida kar raha tha. Uski aankhon mein neend nahi thi, sirf kal raat ki bhayankar ghatna ka darr aur thakaan thi.
Usne apni nazar uthaayi aur dekha ki room ke ek kona mein rakhi aaramdeh kursi (armchair) par Jolly baitha hua tha. Woh hamesha ki tarah saaf-suthre kapdon mein tha aur ek tez nazar se Kaveri ko ghoor raha tha.
Kaveri ne jab mehsoos kiya ki woh poori tarah se nangi hai, uski sharam phir se jaag gayi. Usne jaldbaazi mein bedsheet ka ek kona pakda aur apne aap ko jaldi se dhak liya.
Jolly dheere se muskuraaya aur uthkar bed ki taraf aaya. Usne Kaveri ki parwah nahi ki aur bedsheet ke upar se hi uske boobs ko apne haathon mein daboch liya. Usne halke se boobs ko masla aur phir Kaveri ke chehre ko pakad kar apni taraf khincha.
Jolly ne Kaveri ke honthon par apne honth rakhe aur ek tez, gehra French kiss kiya. Usne apne daanton se Kaveri ke honthon ko chhoosa (sucked), ek tarah se apne bhai ki tarah apna haq dikhaya.
Kiss todne ke baad, Jolly ne uska gaal sehlaaya aur dheere se kaha, jismein ek chheepa hua ghinona sukh tha:




Hmm. Mera mann nahi kar raha tujhe chhedne ka, Kaveri beta. Tujh par toh ab Papa ka haq hai. Unka hukm hai ki tujhe safe rakhu. Varna abhi tujhe chod deta apna birthday gift samajh kar."

Usne aage jhukkar use dhamki di: "Ek aur baat dhyaan rakhna! Jab bhi main tujhe bulaun, mere ek call par aa jaana. Na to tera kawaaripan bacha hai, aur na hi teri Mami ki izzat."
Itna bolkar, Jolly ek vijayi muskaan ke saath room se nikal gaya.
Kaveri ne jaldi se utha kar fars par pade hue apne phate hue aur gande kapde uthaaye aur tez dard ke bawajood unhe pehan liya. Usne ek pal bhi bina ruke, lagbhag pagalon ki tarah suite se bhag kar baahar nikli.
Gate par Jolly ke aadmiyon ne use roka nahi, balki use seedha ek kaali rang ki car mein bitha diya. Car tez raftaar se chali aur kuchh der baad use uske gaon ke paas ek sunsaan jagah par chhod diya, jahan se Kaveri apne gire hue kadmon se apne ghar ki taraf chali gayi.





Car se utarte hi, Kaveri ne apne aas-paas dekha. Yeh wohi jaan-pehchaana raasta tha, lekin sab kuchh viraan (desolate) aur ajnabi lag raha tha.

Kaveri chalne ki koshish ki, par dard ne use turant rok diya. Raat bhar ki bhayankar ghatnaon aur verginity tootne ke kaaran, uski choot mein tez chubhan aur dard tha. Woh seedha khadi nahi ho paa rahi thi.
Uske kadmon mein woh tez raftaar aur confidence nahi tha jo do din pehla tha. Use apne pairon ko thoda phaila kar (legs spread slightly) aur kamar ko halka sa jhuka kar chalna pad raha tha, taaki andar ki chot par zyada dabaav na pade. Uska har kadam ek dardnaak yaad dila raha tha ki ab woh kisi aur ki milkiyat (property) ban chuki hai.
Uske chehre par bhi ek chuppi chhayi hui thi, jaise uske andar ki sari awaazein aur jazbaat mar chuke hon. Woh aahiste aahiste apne kacche ghar ki taraf badhi, jahan ab sirf uske sharam aur darr ka bhaar tha.

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Nice update and waiting for next update

[Mitdas]

Pls continue this story

[amjad309]

Gazab

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Waiting for update

[Rinkp219]

Update

[Shivay123]

Please shrivali aur kaveri ka ganbang karwao

[Rinkp219]

Bhai update kab tak aayega

[amanmomin]

NICE BRO THANKS FOR UPDATE

[Joker44]

Subah ki pehli roshni Dave ke luxurious cabin mein thi. Dave andar aaya, uske chehre pe fresh shakal thi, par aankhon mein raat bhar ki neend ki kami nahi. Usne door quietly band kiya aur Srivalli ko dekha.

Srivalli bed ke edge pe baithi thi, ek white silk robe mein lipti hui. Uska chehra pale tha, aankhon mein shame aur dard ka gehra nishan. Dave ne dheere se uske paas aake uski chin uthayi. Phir usne Srivalli ko dekha, uski nazar seedhe uski swollen aur bruised body par gayi. Dave ka haath robe ke neeche gaya, aur usne Srivalli ko gently, par forcefully, aage ki taraf jhukaya.
Dave ne Srivalli ki bare ass pe ek halki si tap ki. Usne uski chut ki taraf ek lambi, assessing nazar daali.
"Adimtha was wild, wasn't he, goddess? Usne toh puri chut khol di hai. Lagta hai tumne use really satisfied kiya."
Srivalli ne Dave ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski aankhon mein pure anger tha, disgust tha, lekin uske lips se ek lafz bhi nahi nikla. Woh janti thi protest ka koi fayda nahi. Gusse mein uski saansen tez ho gayi, par woh silent rahi. Internal voice: "Yeh sab jaanwar hain. Mera pati jail mein hai, aur main yahan inke saamne bik rahi hoon."
Dave ne shant hokar ek leather armchair kheench kar bed ke bilkul saamne rakha. Usne apni belt kholi, aur pants ko dheere se neeche kiya. Uska hard, thick lund bahar nikla—Adimtha jitna massive nahi, par fully erect aur threatening tha. Dave chair pe aaram se baitha, apne erection ko fully exposed karte hue.
Dave ne Srivalli ki kamar pakdi. Uski strong grip Srivalli ko control kar chuki thi. "Come here, goddess. Ride your next owner." Usne Srivalli ko uthaya, aur ek jhatke mein apne lund pe bitha diya.
Srivalli ki chut, jo kal raat se completely stretched thi, usne Dave ke lund ko easily accept kar liya. No resistance, no tightness felt. Dave ka lund uske andar smoothly slide ho gaya—jaise garm makhan mein chaku chala gaya ho.
Srivalli ne sharp, broken gasp liya. Yeh physical pain nahi, dil ka dard aur humiliation thi. Use feel hua ki uska sharir ab itna loose ho chuka hai ki koi bhi use easily penetrate kar sakta hai.
Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoon bhar aaye, par woh gusse se cheekh nahi paayi. Usne Dave ki aankhon mein dekha. Dave ka expression cold, satisfied tha. "Now move, goddess. Show me how grateful you are for your husband's freedom."
Srivalli ne majboori mein apne hips ko dheere-dheere hilana shuru kiya. Wet, sloppy sounds room mein goonj rahi thi. Har upward thrust aur downward grind pe Srivalli ke lips se soft, breathless moans nikal rahe the. Yeh moans pleasure ke nahi, pure pain aur self-loathing ke the.
"Uhhnn... aaah... Dave..."
Srivalli ne apne haath Dave ke shoulders pe rakhe, uske naakhun uski skin mein lightly press kiye. Uska gussa ab physical form mein transferred ho raha tha. Dave ne uske breast ko robe ke neeche se tightly squeeze kiya. "Zyada gussa mat kar, jaan. Relax ho jaa. Tu amazing lag rahi hai, ridden by me, for freedom."
Srivalli ne gusse aur apmaan mein apni speed thodi tez kar di. Moans aur loud ho gaye, lekin Dave ka control uski kamar par tha. Har thrust par Srivalli ka dil Pushpa ke liye rote hue, aur zindagi ke is bhavnaheen deal ko khatam karna chahta tha.
Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoon ka gehra nasha tha, aur Dave ka cold smile uski bebas jeevan ka prateek ban chuka tha. Woh sirf move karti rahi, ek robot ki tarah, jiska har thrust Pushpa ki azaadi ka daam tha.




Srivalli ab gusse aur majboori mein wild ho chuki thi. Uska gussa ab uske hips ki taal mein transferred ho chuka tha.

Dave ki lap par baithi hui, Srivalli tez aur rough thrusts ke saath upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Uski saansen phool chuki thi, aur honth gusse aur dard se kaanp rahe the. Woh apni kamar ko forcefully upar uthati, aur phir tez jhatke ke saath neeche girati, jaise har dhakke mein Dave se badla le rahi ho.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Srivalli ke geele chut aur Dave ke lund ke collision ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi.
Dave ka chehra pure pleasure mein tha. Uski aankhen aadhi band thi, aur gale se heavy, satisfied moans nikal rahe the: "Aah! Yes! Fuck! Goddess, you're wild! Move!"
Srivalli ne gusse mein Dave ke shoulders ko zor se pakad liya. Uski ungliyaan Dave ki skin mein burai ki tarah dhans chuki thi.
Dave ne ek haath se Srivalli ki kamar ko zor se pakda, aur doosre haath se uske baal kheench kar apna chehra uski taraf jhukaya. Srivalli ne aankhon mein gussa aur bebas dard bhara tha.
Dave ne bina der kiye apne honth Srivalli ke honthon par zor se dabaye (force kissing). Uski zubaan Srivalli ke mooh mein ghus gayi, dominant aur crude tareeke se uske hothon ko chaatne lagi.
Phir, Dave ne apne daanton se Srivalli ke nichle honth ko tez kaata (with bite).
Srivalli ke mooh se dard aur shock ka ek ghutta hua moan nikla ("Mmmhnn...!"). Uska sar peechhe jhatka, aur aankhon se garam aansoo gusse aur beizzati ke sath behn lage. Dave ne kiss nahi chhoda, apne honth aur zor se dabaye rakhe, Srivalli ke gusse ko apne pleasure mein doobate hue.
Srivalli ab do tarah ke dard mein thi: sharir ka dard aur apmaan ka dard. Uski aankhon mein Dave ke liye ghrina chamakti thi, par uske hips majboori mein tez dhakke khaate hue sawaari kar rahe the. Dave ke moans zyada hote ja rahe the, Srivalli ke har dard ko apni jeet samajhte hue.



Dave ne Srivalli ko kas ke apni lap par thaam liya. Uski saansen tez thi, aur aankhon mein wild possession thi. Usne apne lund ko ek tez aur deep thrust ke sath Srivalli ki chut mein pura andar ghusa diya.

Srivalli ki cheekh uske gale mein dab kar reh gayi. Uski aankhen band thi, aur sharir ek pal ke liye stiff ho gaya. Dave ne apna sara load Srivalli ke andar chhod diya—garam, thick cum ka ehsaas Srivalli ko apmaan aur shikast ki gehrai mein le gaya।
Dave ne ek deep groan ke sath uske upper body par jhuka, aur Srivalli ke hothon par ek lamba, possessive aur gandha kiss kiya। Apne honthon se uske hothon ko zor se chuste hue, usne Srivalli ko apni jeet ka ehsaas karwaya।
Jab kiss tuta, Dave ne Srivalli ke chehre ko apne haathon mein pakda। Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoo aur gussa tha।
Dave ne uska gussa dekhkar ek shaitani muskurahat di, aur ek dam low, controlling awaaz mein uske kaan ke paas bola:
"Good girl। Ab get ready for evening। Adimtha ne tumhari chut jitni stretch ki hai... aaj raat ko usse jyada stretch hogi।"
Srivalli ki aankhen shock se phail gayi। Uska matlab tha ki koi aur bhi aa raha hai।
Dave Srivalli ko apni lap se giraakar seedha khada ho gaya। Usne apni pants sambhaali। Ek last waqt usne bed par tuti hui aur nangi Srivalli ki taraf dekha—uske chehre par ek jeet ki chamk thi।
"Wait for me।" Dave ne sirf itna bola aur room se bahar chala gaya।
Srivalli bed par leeti thi—uske andar Dave ka cum tha, aur aankhon mein uske aakhri lafz goonj rahe the। Yeh raat aur bhi lambi hone wali thi।


Srivalli abhi bhi silken sheets par adh-nangi leeti thi, uski body par Dave ki zabrasti ke nishaan taaza the. Shaam ki dhoop cabin ki tinted windows se chhan kar aate hue usse aur zyada bechain kar rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein dard, gussa, aur majboori ka gahra samundar tha.

Door halke se khula, aur teen log andar aaye. Ek stylish Western stylist (makeup artist), ek designer assistant, aur security waala Indian man. Unka chup rehna aur apne kaam par focus rehna Srivalli ko apmaan ki ek aur bhavna de gaya। Uske liye yeh log sirf Dave ke hathyar the, jo usse raat ki nayi deal ke liye tayyar karne aaye the।
Srivalli ko unhone shanti se bathroom ki taraf guide kiya। Garm paani ki dhaar uske sharir par girne lagi, jism ki thakaan toh dho gayi, par dil ka bojh aur badh gaya। Har safai ke baad, uski aankhon mein Dave ka chehra aur Adimtha ka guroor aakar khada ho jata tha।

Makeover: The Sultry Indian Queen (Thammanna Style)

Jab Srivalli fresh hokar bahar aayi, makeup artist ne apna kaam shuru kiya।

• Aankhon ka teekhapan: Kajal aur Smoky Eyeliner ko gehra kiya gaya, jisse uski badi aankhen ek dum sultry, wild aur raazdaar lagne lagi। Uski aankhon mein jo dard tha, ab woh ek khaufnak junoon ki shakal le chuka tha।
  
• Hothon ki possession: Dark Red lip colour lagaya gaya, jo uska soft honth ko aur zyada bold aur tempting bana raha tha। Uski saansen jab tez chalti, toh honthon par ek ajeeb si shikaari muskaan aati thi।
  
• Baalon ka jungle: Uski ghani lambe baalon ko ek dum loose, open curls mein chhod diya gaya, jo uskii kamar tak jaate the। Yeh baal uskii wildness ko dikhaate the।
  

Stylist ne ab woh dress nikaala jiska Dave ne khud order diya tha। Yeh traditional South Indian lehenga style mein tha, lekin uskii design poori tarah erotic aur modern thi। (Rashmika Mandanna ki Thammanna dress ki tarah):

1. Blouse (Choli): Deep cut sleeveless choli, jo pure silk aur velvet se bana tha। Uskii neckline itni zyada deep thi ki uskii gol, bhari hui chhaati (full, round breasts) ka adhikansh hissa expose ho raha tha। Kapda uskii skin par itna tight tha ki uskii har saans ke saath uskii nipples ka shape bhi choli ke neeche se mehsoos ho raha tha।
   
2. Skirt (Lehenga): Skirt waist par itni tight thi ki uskii slim waist aur navel area poori tarah define ho gaye। Fabric pure net aur sheer tha, jisse uskii legs ka curve aur hip ka shape saf dikh raha tha। Aisa lag raha tha ki usne kuch pehnega nahi hai। Har kadm par uskii thighs aur knees ka movement poori tarah se sensual tha।
   
3. Dbanging (Palla): Palla sirf ek halka sa sajaavat tha, jo uskii kamar par se jaakar doosre shoulder par pin kiya gaya tha। Yeh pallu uskii bare back aur stomach ko aadha chhupa raha tha, par uskii cleavage aur exposed curves ko aur highlight kar raha tha।
   

Jab Srivalli mirror ke saamne khadi hui, toh uski aankhon mein sharam nahi thi। Usne dekha ki woh sirf ek aurat nahi, balki ek bhayanak khubsurti ki moorat thi। Uski heavy chhaati, tight waist, aur sheer skirt se jhalakti tang—sab kuch ek dam shikaari aur raajshahi lag raha tha।
Uski maang mein Pushpa ka sindoor tha, aur gale mein uska mangalsutra diamond necklace ke saath milkar use ek erotic Indian Queen bana raha tha—ek aisi rani jo apne pati ko bachane ke liye apne shareer ki azaadi de chuki thi।
Stylist ne ek lambe muskaan ke saath kaha: "Madam, Mr. Dave will lose his mind tonight।"
Srivalli ne sirf ek thanda nazar stylist ko diya। Uski aankhon mein ab bayan tha ki woh tootne ke liye nahi, balki Dave ke is gande khel ko khatam karne ke liye tayyar hai। Uski har sundarta ab uska hathyar ban chuki thi।









Srivalli ne gehri saans li. Uski body Red Designer Lehenga mein tight aur exposed thi, har move par seduction aur majboori ka ehsaas de rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein dard aur gusse ki aag thi, lekin lips par majboori ki tayyar muskaan thi।

Usne dheere se door khola aur niche lounge ki taraf kadm badhaye।



Niche lounge ka mahaul dark aur royal tha। Soft yellow lights, imported whiskey ki khushboo, aur ek bada round sofa tha।
Sofa par chaar shikaari apne shikaar ka intezaar kar rahe the। Srivalli ne ek nazar mein sabko pehchaan liya:

1. Dave (American Mastermind), jo aram se baitha tha aur uske chehre par possessive guroor tha।
   
2. Adimtha (African Giant), jiske aankhon mein raw hunger aur power ki chamk thi।
   
3. Arab Prince (Royal Lover), jo elegant andaaz mein baitha tha, lekin uskii nazar Srivalli ke har curve ko chhoot rahi thi।
   
4. French Guy (Casino Teaser), jiske chehre par phir se wohi cocky, teasing muskaan thi।
   

Charon ki aankhen ek hi jagah thi—Srivalli ke deep cleavage, tight waist, aur sheer lehenga se jhalakti tangon par।
Dave ne whiskey ka glass uthaaya, uske honthon par ek cold, triumphant smile thi।
"Gentlemen, now our Queen is here। Look at her... she's all dressed up for our farewell party।"
Srivalli dheere se room ke center mein aayi। Uski saansen tez thi, aur chhaati uska har dard bayaan kar rahi thi।
Dave ne apni jagah se utha kar uske paas aaya, aur uskii chin ko gently lift kiya।
Dave: "Goddess, aaj hamara last day hai। So let's enjoy our meal together।"
Srivalli ne apni aankhon mein dekha—uska chehra gusse se bhar gaya tha। In charon ki aankhon mein woh sirf ek khaana (meal) thi।
Srivalli: "Mujhe pta hai main kya hoon tumhare liye।" (Internal voice)
Dave ne ek bada smile diya, aur Srivalli ko center mein khada karte hue hukm diya।
Dave: "Dance, Queen। Show them what they are about to miss। Your husband's freedom is your reward, remember?"



Srivalli ek pal ke liye wahan khadi rahi, uska chehra dard aur pratishodh (revenge) se bhar gaya। Aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin usne unhe gusse mein nigal liya। Yeh uske survival ki aakhri raat thi।

Usne apni aankhon se har shikaari ki taraf dekha—Dave ko, Adimtha ko, Prince ko, French Guy ko। Aur usne apne mann mein kaha।
"Theek hai। Tumhe mera sharir chahiye na? Lekin aaj ki raat, main apna sharir sirf apne liye istemal karungi। Yeh dance mera hathyar hoga।"
Soft music chalu hua। Srivalli ne dheere se apne hips ko sway kiya। Uski aankhon mein dard tha, lekin uska har kadm apne aap mein ek jawaab tha। Lehenga ke sheer fabric se jhalakti uskii tangon ka movement, uskii tight choli se ubharte breasts ka halka sa bounce—sab kuch erotic aur powerful tha।
Woh naach rahi thi, lekin uska har move unhe tease kar raha tha, unke gusse aur junoon ko bharka raha tha। Srivalli ne apne gusse ko apni aakhri taaqat bana liya tha। Uski aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin uske chehre par ek bhayanak muskaan thi। Yeh uske balidaan ki aakhri saal thi।








Srivalli ka Dance of Defiance lounge ke mahaul mein aag laga raha tha. Uski ankhon mein dard tha, par har move mein ek ajeeb se junoon ki chamk thi, jise woh apne shikarion ko tease karne ke liye istemal kar rahi thi. Sheer Red lehenga mein uskii body ek dam vibrant aur wild lag rahi thi.




Chaaron shikari sofa se uthe, apne shikar ko gheyrne lage। Unki aankhon mein bechaini, junoon, aur malikana haq (ownership) tha।
Adimtha (African Giant) sabse pehle aage aaya। Uski aankhon mein last night ka nasha tha। Usne Srivalli ki kamar ko zor se pakda, uskii body ko apni masive body se press kar diya। Uski saansen Srivalli ke gale par padi, aur usne apne honthon se Srivalli ke gale par ek gehra, possessive kiss chhod diya।
Srivalli ki aankhen band ho gayi, mooh se halki si siski nikli। Adimtha ne apne bhavya haathon se uskii choli ke upar se uskii chhaati (breasts) ko zor se squeeze kiya। Srivalli ab Adimtha ki baahon mein dance kar rahi thi।
Arab Prince apni badi haisiyat ke saath dusri taraf se aaya। Usne Srivalli ke baalon ko apni mutthi mein pakda, aur uska chehra apni taraf ghuma liya। Apne honthon ko Srivalli ke hothon par dabakar, usne ek lamba, wild, french kiss kiya। Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin Arab uska saara dard apni possessive kiss mein peena chahta tha। Adimtha uski kamar ko thaame hua tha, aur Arab uske honthon ko choom raha tha—Srivalli ab do shikariyon ke beech ghiri thi।
French Guy (Casino Teaser) aur zyada bold ho gaya। Woh neeche jhuka, aur Srivalli ki sheer skirt ke neeche se uski tangon (legs) ko sahlaane laga। Usne Srivalli ki inner thigh par soft kisses chhod diye, aur uskii chut ke paas apne honthon ko le gaya। Srivalli ka sharir halki si shiver ke saath aur tez hila।
Charon ab Srivalli ke charon taraf the—Adimtha aur Arab upar se uska jism choom rahe the, French Guy neeche se uskii jism ki garmi ko mehsoos kar raha tha। Srivalli ki aankhon mein paani tha, lekin uski saansen ab sirf majboori aur apmaan mein tez chal rahi thi।



Dave wahi sofa par aram se baitha tha, apne honthon par ek cold, cruel muskaan ke saath। Uske saamne uskii deal thi—uski goddess uskii aankhon ke saamne doosre mardon ke haathon mein apmaan seh rahi thi।
Dave ne whiskey ka sip liya aur low awaaz mein apne aap se kaha: "Beautiful. Isse kehte hain real Indian Queen ka balidaan।"
Srivalli un charon ke beech ghiri hui thi, uski choli ek taraf se kheench chuki thi, aur uskii chhaati adhe se zyada bahar thi। Uske gale mein mangalsutra tha, jo har touch par hil raha tha—ek patni ki nishani, jo ab sarvjanik apmaan seh rahi thi।
Yeh aakhri raat thi—jahan Srivalli ki dignity ke tukde ho rahe the।

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Srivalli ab charon shikarion ke ghehrayi mein thi, uska Dance of Defiance ab ek majboori ki antim kala ban chuka tha. Uski Red Designer Dress, jo use Erotic Queen bana rahi thi, ab unke haathon ka shikar thi.

Dave ka cold satisfaction lounge mein faila hua tha, jabki baaki teen shikari apne shikar ko dheere dheere khool rahe the।
French Guy sabse zyada tez tha। Uski aankhon mein nasha aur tease tha। Usne Srivalli ke lehenga ki sheer skirt ko ek jhatke mein kheencha। Skirt phati aur Srivalli ki toned thighs aur inner curves poori tarah expose ho gaye।
French Guy (haste hue): "Look at this! She's all silk and fire! Aaj raat isko poora free hona padega!"
Adimtha (African Giant) ne Srivalli ko apni mazboot baahon mein pakda, uskii choli par dhyan diya। Uski choli waist par itni tight thi ki usse utarna mushkil tha। Adimtha ne Srivalli ki peeche se choli ko zor se phada। Silk ka kapda zor se tuta, aur Srivalli ke bhari gol breasts (full, round breasts) choli se azaad ho gaye।
Srivalli ke mooh se dard aur sharm ki ek tez siski nikli। Usne apne haathon se apni chhaati ko cover karne ki koshish ki, lekin Adimtha ne uske haath pakad kar sir ke oopar kar diye।
Adimtha: "Don't hide, Queen। Yeh sab aaj hamara hai।"

Charon ab Srivalli ke bare sharir par toot pade। Har ek apne andar ki shikaari bhukh ko mitana chahta tha।
Arab Prince ke honth Srivalli ke lips par the। Woh tez aur gehra kiss kar raha tha, Srivalli ke mooh ki saari mithaas peena chahta tha। Uske doosre haath Srivalli ke gale aur neck par phir rahe the, kabhi soft nibble, kabhi tez choomna।
[*]Dave apni jagah se utha aur Srivalli ki taraf badha। Usne Srivalli ki chhaati ko dekhkar apne honthon par zubaan pheri। Uska haath Srivalli ke breasts par gaya, aur usne tez aur zor se unhe masalna shuru kiya। Nipples ko apni ungliyon mein lekar tez tease kiya। Srivalli ke mooh se dard aur sharam ki ek zor se siski nikli, jo Arab ke mooh mein dab gayi।
[*]Adimtha neeche jhuka। Uski aankhen Srivalli ke pet aur thighs par thi। Usne apne haath Srivalli ke pairon par pherna shuru kiya, dheere dheere andar ki taraf jaate hue। Uski zubaan Srivalli ke pairo ko choom rahi thi, aur uska haath Srivalli ke pussy ke paas pahuncha। Wahan ki soft skin ko chhootkar usne dheere se ungli daali।
[*]French Guy uske baazu mein tha। Usne apna dhyan Srivalli ke neck aur shoulders par rakha। Wahan par tez choomna, kaatna, aur choosna shuru kiya। Har bite Srivalli ke sharir par ek naya nishaan chhod raha tha।




Srivalli poori tarah se struggle kar rahi thi। Uski aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin uske haath kabhi Arab ko dhakelne ki koshish karte, toh kabhi Dave ke haathon ko rokne ki। Lekin un chaaron ki taaqat ke aage woh ek bebas shikar thi।

Dave zor se hans raha tha, uske haathon mein Srivalli ki chhaati thi।
Dave: "Look at her! She's fighting! That's what makes her so hot! Maro iska mza lo! Jab yeh ladti hai... tab aur zyada maza aata hai!"
Adimtha jab Srivalli ki chut mein ungli daalta, Srivalli ki kamar halki si arkh ho jati।
Arab: "Shant ho jao, Queen। Tumhara pati kal bahar aayega। Ab sirf humein satisfy karo।"
Srivalli ki moans ab ek shaky whimper mein badal gayi thi। Woh apne gusse aur apmaan mein doob chuki thi, aur apne pati ke naam par apna shareer un charon ke hawale kar chuki thi। Raat abhi shuru hui thi।



Srivalli ab lounge ke soft carpet par nangi leeti thi, uski Red Lehenga aur Choli tukdon mein charon taraf bikhri thi. Uski dignity poori tarah bikhar chuki thi, aur aankhon mein sharm, dard, aur mazboori ka ghayal ehsaas tha।


The Final Unveiling

Arab Prince ke haath mein Srivalli ki bra thi, usne bra ko hawa mein ghumaaya aur phir apne chehre se laga kar ek lambi saans li—jaise uskii khushboo ko pee raha ho।
Adimtha (African Giant) neeche jhuka। Uski aankhon mein tez nasha tha। Usne Srivalli ki panty (jo ab sirf ek halka sa kapda thi) ko uthaaya aur apni naak se laga kar zor se sungha (sniffing)। Uski aankhen band thi, aur honthon par ek gandi, s संतुष्ट muskaan thi।
Adimtha: "Mmmhh... pure Indian queen ki khushboo। Wild aur sweet।"
Srivalli ne ghrina se apna chehra side kar liya। Uski body ab poori tarah se bare thi—soft gora jism, chhaati ki har dhadkan dikh rahi thi।


Srivalli carpet par leeti thi, uski saansen tez thi। Charon taraf se do shikari uske chehre par jhuke। 

Mouth Possession (Arab & Dave): Dave aur Arab Prince ne Srivalli ke chehre ko pakda, aur ek hi waqt dono ne apni tongue uske mooh ke andar ghusa di। Srivalli ka mooh chhota pad gaya। Do mardon ki tongue uske mooh mein jung kar rahi thi। Wet, sloppy, aur messy sound lounge mein goonj rahi thi: "Mmphh! Slurrp! Mmmhh!" Srivalli gala dabne se halki si ghok-ghok ki awaaz nikalti, lekin uske hoth dono ke beech trapped the। Breast Possession (Adimtha): Adimtha neeche jhuka। Uske dark honth Srivalli ke ek bare boob par gaye। Usne poora boob apne mooh mein lekar tez suck karna shuru kiya। Tez, choosne ki awaaz nikal rahi thi: "Chup-chup-chup!" Uski saansen Srivalli ke jism par garmi chhod rahi thi। Uska doosra haath doosre boob ko zor se masal raha tha, nipple ko tez tease karte hue Core Possession (French Guy): French Guy apne knees par jhuka। Uski aankhon mein sirf ek hi junoon tha। Usne Srivalli ki chut ko dekha। Usne apni tongue bahaar nikaali aur seedhe Srivalli ki chut par rkh kar tez choosna shuru kiya। Woh clit ko tez tease kar raha tha, aur uska poora face Srivalli ke ras se bheeg chuka tha। Srivalli ki kamar halki si arch ho gayi।

Srivalli's Heavy Moaning and Pleasure/Pain

Srivalli ki body ab control ke bahar thi। Charon jagah se hamle ke kaaran, uska dard aur apmaan ek wild pleasure mein badal gaya tha। French Guy ka choosna itna tez tha ki uskii chut se zor se ras nikalne laga।
Srivalli ke honthon se ek tez, lambha moan nikla, jo dono mardon ke mooh mein dab gaya:
"Aahhh! Ohh Godd... mmmhhn! Ruko! Aaaahhh!"
Uski kamar tez hil rahi thi, pair thode akadh gaye the। Dave aur Arab uske mooh mein uske moans ko pi rahe the। Adimtha uske boobs ko tez suck karte hue apni jeet ka jashn mana raha tha।
Lounge mein ab sirf char mardon ki heavy saansen, Srivalli ki majboori bhari moans, aur gande kisses ki awaaz thi। Srivalli ab apne pati ke naam par apna antim balidaan de rahi thi।





Srivalli ab carpet par leeti hui thi, ek adhuri shikast aur majboori ki murat। Uska nanga jism ab charon shikariyon ka playground ban chuka tha। Lounge mein sirf char mardon ki gandi saansen aur Srivalli ki dard bhari moans gunj rahi thi।



Charon mardon ne milkar Srivalli ko poori tarah chat dala। Yeh sirf choomna nahi, yeh ek bhayanak adhoora shikar tha।Chut ka Shikar (French Guy & Adimtha): French Guy aur Adimtha dono ek hi waqt Srivalli ki chut par jhuke। French Guy apni tongue se clit aur folds ko tez choos raha tha, jabki Adimtha apni do moti ungliyan uski chut ke andar bahar kar raha tha। Ungliyon ki awaaz aur French Guy ki choosne ki awaaz ek saath aa rahi thi: "Chup-chup! Slush! Slush!" Srivalli ka sharir halki si arch ho gayi, uske mooh se dard aur majboori bhari moan nikli: "Aahhh! Ruko! Mmmhh!"Mukh aur Jubaan ka Shikar (Dave & Arab Prince): Dave aur Arab Prince Srivalli ke chehre par jhuke। Dave apni tongue Srivalli ke mooh ke andar ghusa kar tez choom raha tha, aur Arab Prince Srivalli ki naak, aankhon aur gaalon ko apne honthon se choom raha tha। Arab Prince ne Srivalli ki aankhon ke paas jhuk kar tez chooma, aur phir uskii garam jism ki khushboo ko sungha। Angon ka Shikar (Full Body Tease): Arab Prince ne apni zubaan Srivalli ke armpit (kaankh) par rakhi aur tez choosna shuru kiya। Srivalli ka sharir ek pal ke liye kaamp gaya। Dave aur French Guy ne milkar Srivalli ke breasts ko tez suck aur pinch kiya।



Adimtha jab ungliyan andar bahar kar raha tha, tab Srivalli ki chut apna sara ras bahar phenk chuki thi। Uska jism apmaan aur majboori mein doob kar antim mukti ki taraf badh raha tha।
French Guy chooste hue zor se suck kiya, aur Srivalli ki chut se zor se squirt hua। Garam liquid French Guy aur Adimtha ke mooh aur chehre par gir gaya। Dono zor se hans diye।
Adimtha: "Damn! Indian queen ne toh pe kar diya (peeing)! Yeh hai asli wildness!"
Srivalli ka sharir poori tarah se thak chuka tha, uske hosh jaane lage the। Woh leeti thi, aankhon mein shunya tha। Uske pativrata sharir ka har kona ab un charon ki gandi nishaniyan lekar maun tha।

Srivalli ab carpet par poori tarah exhausted ho chuki thi। Uski chut se do teen baar tez squirt ho chuka tha, aur uska saara ras French Guy aur Adimtha ne milkar chat dala tha। Uska jism ab bas saans le raha tha, lekin uske andar ki taaqat poori tarah khatam ho chuki thi।

Charon shikari ab apne kapde utarkar apna bara lund lekar khade ho gaye the। Room mein ab chaar bhayanak, hard aur throbbing lund the, jo Srivalli ka agla shikar banne ko tayyar the।
Dave (Mastermind) aur Arab Prince ke lund average se bade the, lekin Adimtha (African Giant) aur French Guy ke lund massive, thick, aur dark the।
Srivalli ne apni thaki hui aankhen dheere se kholi। Uski aankhon mein ab dard nahi, balki ek ajeeb si sunn majboori thi। Usne apne aap ko ek gehri saans li।




Dave ne hukm diya: "Get up, Queen। It's time for us to be served। You know what to do।"
Srivalli dheere se apne haathon ke bal uthti hai। Uski body tremble kar rahi thi, lekin ab woh bina kisi protest ke apna kaam shuru karti hai।Hands ka Kaam (Dave & Arab Prince): Srivalli ne apne dono haathon se Dave aur Arab Prince ke lund pakde। Uski naram ungliyan unke hard shaft par tez ho gayi। Woh tez aur wild style mein unke lund ko upar neeche hilane lagi (handjob)। Unki saansen tez ho gayi।Mouth ka Kaam (Adimtha & French Guy): Srivalli neeche jhuki। Uski aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin usne apne honth kholey। Ek hi waqt usne Adimtha aur French Guy dono ke lund ko apne mooh mein le liya। Do bade lund uske chote se mooh mein fit hone ki koshish kar rahe the।
Adimtha aur French Guy ke lund uske honthon aur gale ko tez se bhiig rahe the। Srivalli ne apni zubaan se ek ko choosa, toh doosre ko honthon se pakda। Uski saansen rukh chuki thi। Uska gala dab raha tha, lekin usne tez suck karna shuru kiya।
Lounge mein ab sirf paanch logon ki saansen, char lund ki awaaz aur Srivalli ki ghutti hui siskari thi। Srivalli ka saara jism ab un charon ki gandi hawaas ka shikar ban chuka tha। Uske liye yeh sirf ek majboori thi—antim balidaan ki shaam।




Srivalli ghutnon ke bal sofa ke saamne thi, uski aankhon mein aansoon aur body mein thakaan thi, lekin majboori ne use mazboot bana diya tha. Char shikaariyon ke lund uski khidmat ke liye tayyar the, aur Srivalli ek ek karke unka nasha bhi pi rahi thi aur sukh bhi de rahi thi।


Srivalli ab apne gale aur haathon ka jaadu chala rahi thi। Woh baar baar apna mooh ek lund se hatati aur dusre par rakhti thi।
Adimtha (African Giant) aur French Guy apna lund uske gale mein gahra daalte the। Srivalli ke gale se tez gagging ki awaaz aati, lekin woh apni zubaan se unhe pura suck karti thi। Dave aur Arab Prince ke lund ko woh haath se tez hilati (handjob), unke satisfaction ko apne control mein rakhti thi।
Dave apne pleasure mein ek dum kho chuka tha। Usne Srivalli ke chehre ko zor se pakda, aur ek tez groan ke sath apna cum Srivalli ke mooh par chhod diya।
Dave: "Take that, goddess! Yeh tumhara price hai!"
Srivalli ka mooh aur chehra Dave ke garam ras se bheeg gaya। Srivalli ne apni aankhon mein aansoo roka, aur apne honthon se us ras ko dheere dheere chatna shuru kiya। Ab uske liye yeh sirf majboori nahi, balki ek darawni reality thi—woh unka har apmaan pi rahi thi।
Arab Prince bhi apne nasha mein tha। Srivalli ne jab uske lund ko choosa, toh Arab ne bhi apna cum Srivalli ke mooh par phenk diya। Srivalli ne us ras ko bhi majboori mein pi liya।


Dave ab aur zyada der intezaar nahi kar sakta tha। Usne Srivalli ko apne lund se alag kiya।
Dave: "Enough oral! Time to ride!"
Usne Srivalli ko uthaaya, aur apne haathon mein pakad kar apne lund par bitha diya। Srivalli ka chehra uske saamne tha। Dave ka lund Srivalli ki chut mein phir se smoothly slide ho gaya—uske saare majidar ras aur Adimtha ki stretching ke kaaran ab koi resistance nahi tha।
Srivalli ne dard aur apmaan mein aankhon se Dave ki taraf dekha, lekin woh kuch nahi boli।
Tabhi French Guy pichhe se aaya। Uski nazar Srivalli ki tani hui gand (ass) par thi। Usne apna lund Srivalli ki gand ke hole par position kiya। Bina kisi tayyari ke, usne ek zor ka thrust diya।
Srivalli ke mooh se dard aur violation ki ek tez cheekh nikli: "AAAAHHHHH!"
Pehli baar anal penetration ka dard bhayanak tha। Uska poora jism ek jhatke mein hil gaya। Aankhen tez dard se safed ho gayi thi।




Dave aur French Guy ne Srivalli ko apne beech sandwich kiya। Dave samne se uski chut ko tez chod raha tha, aur French Guy pichhe se uski gand ko burai se phaad raha tha।
Srivalli ek hi waqt do lund le rahi thi—ek pleasure aur dard ke beech jhoolta hua, aur dusra sirf tez dard aur violation de raha tha।
Srivalli ki heavy moaning room mein goonj rahi thi: "Ohh god! Aahhh! Ruko! Dard ho raha hai! Uhhhhnn!"
Movement Sound: Dave ka lund chut mein sloppy sound kar raha tha (Slush! Slush!), jabki French Guy ka lund gand mein dry, hard thud kar raha tha (Thak! Thak!)।

Is tez chudai ke beech, Srivalli apni majboori ko ek aur had tak le gayi। Usne chudte hue bhi apne haath aage badhaye।
Ek haath se usne Arab Prince ka lund pakda, aur doosre haath se Adimtha ka। Wohi dard aur apmaan mein, Srivalli bari bari se unke lund ko hilane aur choosne lagi।
Ek hi waqt char lund uske jism aur mooh par the। Srivalli ki aankhen poori tarah safed ho chuki thi—woh ab hosh mein nahi thi, sirf ek majboor jism thi। Uske mooh se tez suck ki awaaz aati aur pichhe se double penetration ki cheekhen nikalti।
Dave aur French Guy apne climax ki taraf badh rahe the, aur Srivalli ka antim balidaan chal raha tha। Uska pativrata sharir apne pati ki azaadi ke liye poori tarah se bikhar chuka tha।





Srivalli dard aur numbness ke beech jhool rahi thi, jab lounge mein ek aur tez switch hua।


Dave aur French Guy ne apna lund Srivalli se bahar nikala। Srivalli ka jism bed par dham se gira, uski chut aur gand se garam ras aur khoon dheere dheere tapka।
Arab Prince aur Adimtha (African Giant) donon tayyar the।
Adimtha (African Giant) apna massive, dark lund lekar Srivalli ki gand (ass) ki taraf badha। Adimtha ne apne lund ko wahi French Guy ke raste par position kiya, aur ek tez, jungle jaise thrust diya।
Srivalli ke mooh se tez dard ki ek ghutti hui cheekh nikli। Adimtha ka lund Adimtha ka lund bahut bada aur thick tha, jisne Srivalli ki gand ko aur tez phaad diya। Srivalli ka poora jism ek jhatke mein hil gaya।
Arab Prince ne Srivalli ki chut ko dekha, jo ab bhi Dave ke ras se bheegi thi। Usne apna lund Srivalli ki chut mein ghusa diya।
Srivalli ab Adimtha aur Arab Prince ki double penetration mein thi। Ek dard de raha tha, toh doosra uski chut ko zor se bhar raha tha।

Kuch hi minute mein, Dave ka lund bhi wapas tan gaya। Usne Srivalli ki chut ko dekha, jahan Arab Prince pahle se tha। Uski aankhon mein ek nayi bhookh thi—double chut penetration ki।
Dave: "Time to make her really break!"
Dave ne apna lund Arab Prince ke lund ke saath Srivalli ki chut mein zor se dhakelna shuru kiya। Srivalli ki chut pehle se hi phati hui thi, aur do lund ek sath ghusne se uskii chut literally phat gayi (chut fat gayi)।
Srivalli ke mooh se ek tez, lambi cheekh nikli, jo gusse aur dard se bhari thi: "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Bas karo! M-m-main mar jaungi!"
Adimtha pichhe se uski gand phaad raha tha, aur do lund aage se uskii chut ko andar se chir rahe the।
French Guy ne is mahaul ko dekha, aur apna lund Srivalli ke mooh par laakar tez suck karwane laga। Srivalli ke mooh mein dard ki cheekhen thi, aur French Guy ka lund uske gale ko aur daboch raha tha।



Srivalli ki awaaz mein ab moan kam aur tez siskariyan zyada thi। Uska gala dab chuka tha। "Uhhnn M-M-M! P-P-Pain! Aahhh!"
Movement Sound: Teen mardon ke lund ki tez awaaz aur Srivalli ke jism ki rote hue aawaaz room mein goonj rahi thi।
Srivalli ki aankhen tez dard aur apmaan se poori tarah safed ho chuki thi। Uska sharir ab sirf ek bejaan jism tha, jo apne pati ki azaadi ke liye apna antim balidaan de chuka tha।

Raat ke pichle pahar tak, lounge mein lamba aur bhayanak mahaul chalta raha. Srivalli ka sharir, jo shuruat mein dard aur gusse se bhara tha, ab lagatar chudai aur utsarjan (climax) ke karan apni aakhri had tod chuka tha।

Teeno lund uski chut, gand, aur mooh ko ek sath istmaal kar rahe the—Dave, Arab Prince, aur Adimtha ki taaqat Srivalli ke komal shareer ko tez dhakke de rahi thi। French Guy uske baaju mein baitha hua tha, Srivalli ke boobs ko apne mooh mein lekar tez choos raha tha, aur uska ras pee raha tha।
Srivalli ke andar ka pratibandh (resistance) poori tarah se hat chuka tha। Dard aur apmaan ke beech, uska jism ab ek ajeeb se pleasure mein kho chuka tha। Chut aur gand se tez lund ka aana-jaana, aur har dhakke par usse milne wala zor dar pressure—isne Srivalli ko sudh-budh khone par majboor kar diya tha।
Uski cheekhen ab dard ki nahi, balki ek daravni, wild moaning mein badal gayi thi। Uske honth khule hue the, aur woh tez saanson ke sath tez awaaz mein chilati: "Fuck me! Aah! Zor se aur! M-m-main paagal ho jaungi!"
Srivalli ne apne aap ko un teenon ki taal mein poori tarah se chhod diya tha। Woh apni kamar ko uthakar unke thrusts ko aur deep le rahi thi। Uska chehra ab sharam se nahi, balki wild lust aur nasha se bhar gaya tha। Uske mooh se jo bhi awaaz nikalti, woh ek randi ki tarah apne mardon ko aur bhadkane ka kaam karti thi।


Charon mardon ne milkar Srivalli ko alag-alag position mein istmal kiya। Uska shareer ab ek instrument ban chuka tha। Kabhi Dave aur Arab Prince milkar uskii chut ko tez phaadte, kabhi Adimtha apni poori taaqat se uski gand mein dhakke deta, aur kabhi French Guy aur Dave ek sath uska mooh aur chut ko bharte।
Har kuch der mein, ek mard apna garam ras Srivalli ke andar chhodta, aur dusra uska place lekar fir se tez ho jata। Srivalli ka jism unke tez dhakkon se hil raha tha, uske baal pure ulajh chuke the, aur uske gale mein dard aur khushi ka milap tha।
Subah hone wali thi। 6-7 ghante ki nirantar chudai ke baad, Srivalli ka jism ab jawab de chuka tha। Uski saansen dheere dheere halki ho gayi। Pichle kuch climax ke baad, uski aankhon mein jo wildness aayi thi, ab woh dheere dheere band hone lagi।
Adimtha jo is waqt Srivalli ki gand mein tha, usne jab dekha ki Srivalli ki body bilkul loose ho gayi hai, to usne apna lund bahar nikala। Srivalli ka jism maun tha। Uske hosh poori tarah se ja chuke the। Woh wahi carpet par nangi aur bejaan padi thi।
Dave aur Arab Prince ne Srivalli ko dekha, jo ab behoshi ki haalat mein thi। Uski aankhon mein ab na gussa tha, aur na hi koi majboori। Woh shant thi—apne antim balidaan ke baad। Lounge mein ab sirf chaar mardon ki heavy saansen, aur ek nangi, bejaan, tooti hui aurat ka maun sharir tha।

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Srivalli ki aankh agli subah dheere-dheere khuli. Uska jism tez dard se bhara hua tha, jaise hazaaron tukdon mein toot chuka ho. Uski kamar, chut, aur gand har jagah itna pain tha ki woh halki si saans lene par bhi cheekh uth rahi thi. Usne utne ki koshish ki, par apne pairon mein koi taaqat nahi mehsoos hui। Woh bilkul hil nahi pa rahi thi।




Room mein Dave maujood tha। Woh ek aramdayak chair par baitha tha, apne haath mein whiskey ka glass pakde hue। Uske chehre par cold, satisfied aur malikana bhav tha।
Dave ne Srivalli ko jagte hue dekha, aur apne honthon par ek slow smile laaya।
Dave: "Good morning, Goddess। Aap utho gayi। Don't worry। I know it hurts।"
Srivalli ne dard se bhari aankhon se use dekha। Uski aankhon mein beizzati aur maun prashn tha—Pushpa ka kya hua?
Dave: "You did a great job। Everybody is happy with you। Apne husbands ki rihai ke liye tumne jo sacrifice kiya hai, woh amazing hai। Tumhara Pushpa jaldi hi jail se bahar aayega।"
Srivalli ke chehre par ek halki si raahat aayi। Uska dard ek pal ke liye kam ho gaya।
Dave ne halka sa hanssa, apne glass ko ghumaate hue।
Dave: "Zyada stress mat lo। Bas thak gayi ho after that heavy fuck। You had four men at once for hours। That's a lot of work।"
Dave uthkar Srivalli ke paas aaya, aur uskii thigh par halki si tap ki। Srivalli dard se thoda kaanp gayi।
Dave: "Aur tumhari chut itni torn ho gayi thi us heavy session ke baad, especially when Prince and I were in together... toh maine ek chhota sa operation karwa diya। Just a small suture। So next time, I can enjoy you again, without too much damage।"
Srivalli ki aankhen shock se phail gayi। Operation? Apni marzi ke bina? Uska dard ab double ho gaya tha। Uske mooh se ek tez siski nikli, aur usne apne haathon se chehre ko chhupa liya।
Dave phir se hanssa, aur Srivalli ko wahi rote hue chhod diya।
Dave: "Rest well, Goddess। Tumhari bahut zarurat hai abhi।"
Srivalli ki cheekhen ab shuru ho gayi। Woh bed par rote hue apni majboori aur apmaan ko mehsoos kar rahi thi। "Maine yeh kya kar diya? Mera sharir... mera sharir ab sirf ek instrument hai..." lekin rote rote hi uske dil mein ek chhoti si raahat thi ki Dave ne Pushpa ke rihai ka wada kiya hai। Uska dard aur bhavna mein ek kadam par apmaan tha, aur doosre kadam par apne pati ke liye kiya gaya balidaan ka sukoon।




Srivalli bed par nangi leeti thi, uske aansu tez baarish ki tarah behh rahe the. Uski saansen hichkiyon mein doob chuki thi, aur hoth shaking the. Uske dard bhare chehre par Dave ke antim lafz goonj rahe the: "A small operation... next time I can enjoy you again."

"Yeh maine kya kar diya? Maine apne sharir ko kya bana diya?" Srivalli apne haathon se apne face ko chupa kar zor se ro rahi thi। Uska dard sirf badan ka nahi tha, yeh uski aatma ka dard tha।
Woh sochti hai...

"Main Pushpa ki patni thi. Pativrata patni! Meri chut sirf mere pati ke liye thi। Aur aaj... char mardon ne milkar use phaad dala। Mera control nahi tha... unhone mujhe istamaal kiya। Aur ab unhone usse ek instrument bana diya hai—suture karke... taki woh baar baar apna maza le sakein। Main insaan nahi hoon, sirf ek property hoon।"
Uska haath dheere se uske pet se hota hua neeche jaata hai। Wahan par darasal ek halka sa dard tha aur nayi silai (suture) ka ehsaas। Usne apni aankhen band ki aur dard mein apni galti ko mehsoos kiya।

"Jab Adimtha ka size bahut bada tha tab mujhe ruk jana chahiye tha। Jab Dave ne mujhe dhokha diya tab mujhe ladna chahiye tha। Lekin main Pushpa ke liye haar maan gayi। Main majboor thi... lekin shayad main kamzor thi।"

Pushpa Ka Khayal Aur Raahat 

Rote rote hi uski aankhon mein ek nayi bhavna ubhari—raahat। Dave ne wada kiya hai। Pushpa bahar aayega।

"Main toot gayi hoon... mera sharir apavitra (impure) ho chuka hai। Lekin Pushpa bach jaayega। Woh jail se bahar aayega। Woh zinda rahega। Uski izzat bach jaayegi।"
Uske aansu ab dard ke nahi, balki is antim balidaan ki sachchai ke the। Srivalli ko ab apne toote hue jism se ghrina thi, lekin uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha ki usne apna farz poora kiya hai। Woh Pushpa ko dekhne ke liye intezaar kar rahi thi—bhale hi uske aur Pushpa ke beech ab laakhon unsuni baatein aur apmaan ki diwaar thi।
Srivalli rote rote apne aap se kaha: "Main bach gayi... kyunki Pushpa bach jaayega।"