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hi bro..
next update me Kartik ki entry wo bhi Varun ke sath Shahil ko Kartik ne jo Number diya tha to Sahil Neha ki khusi or apni fantasy ke liye unhen apne ghar bulaye or one week stay ke liye kahe phir sab khoob enjoy kare...
kuch hot update karo yaar...

[Jhakaas12]

Bhai update do yr bahut time ho gya waiting

[urb0nd]

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[Rahul_hotguy_01]

Superb story...
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[Joker44]

Neha finally ghar pahunch gayi. Ghar ke andar maa apne kaam mein busy thi, unhe kuch pata nahi tha. Neha seedha apne kamre mein chali gayi.

Darwaza band karte hi uske pair apne aap ruk gaye. Uske dil ki dhadkan abhi bhi fast thi. Body abhi bhi heavy lag rahi thi — jaise abhi kuch ghante pehle park ke us kone mein jo hua, uski har ek sensation skin par chipak gayi ho.
Neha ne apne dupatte ko uthakar chest cover kiya, jaise abhi bhi koi dekh raha ho. Fir dheere se apne baal khole, ek gehri saans li aur washroom chali gayi.
Thandi shower ke paani ne uske badan par girte hi ek alag hi feeling di. Usne aankhen band ki… par jaise hi paani ne uski skin ko chhua, uske dimag mein wohi flashes chalne lage—
Varun ka face, uski lips ki garam touch, uske words, “Baby shayad yeh tumhara mera child ho…”
Neha ne zor se aankhen khol di, paani apne face par splash kiya.
“Bas! Bas Neha, stop thinking. Yeh sab galat tha. Bas khatam kar do.”
Usne khud se kaha, par andar se wo sach janti thi — jitna zyada bhoolna chahti, utna zyada yaad aa raha tha.
Fresh hokar jab wo bedroom mein aayi, usne dekha Sahil aa chuka tha. Sahil ka face thoda tired lag raha tha. Usne bas casually shoes side rakhe, shirt ki button kholi aur bed par baith gaya.
Ek pal ke liye Neha ne socha — “Kya Sahil ko pata hai? Kya usne kuch dekha? Nahi… shayad nahi. Agar dekha hota toh woh abhi mujhse baat kar leta.”
Sahil ne normal voice mein bola,
“Day kaisa tha tumhara? Maa ne zyada thakaya toh nahi?”
Neha ek pal ko freeze ho gayi, fir ek jaldi se smile kiya,
“Nahi… sab normal. Bas market gayi thi thoda… aur thoda rest kiya.”
Sahil ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekha. Ek do second tak silence raha. Jaise kuch samajhna chah raha ho… par fir usne bas apna phone uthaya aur news scroll karne laga.
Neha ka heart ek baar phir fast ho gaya. Usne chhupke se dekha — Sahil ki aankhon mein kuch tha. Na gussa, na pyar… ek ajeeb si khamoshi.
Dinner dono ne normal kiya. Maa ke saamne casual baatein, ek-do jokes. Sabko laga ghar mein sab perfect hai.
Par dono ke andar — ek chhupi hui toofan tha.
Raat ko, jab sab apne rooms mein chale gaye, Neha aur Sahil apne bed par side by side lete the.
Neha ne dheere se kaha,
“Sahil… tum thake hue lag rahe ho. Kaam bahut ho gaya tha?”
Sahil ne uski taraf dekhe bina jawab diya,
“Haan… thoda hectic tha. Lekin tumhara khayal aata raha din bhar. Tum aur baby theek ho na?”
Ye sunte hi Neha ke dil mein ek chubhan si hui. Baby. Usne apne pet par haath rakha… aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye.
“Kiska baby…?” Uske dimaag mein ghoom gaya.
Wo us waqt bas ek hi cheez kar paayi — Sahil ke paas aur close aayi, uske shoulder par apna sir rakh diya.
“Main theek hoon… bas tum ho, toh sab theek hai.”
Sahil ne uske head ko gently stroke kiya.
Par uski aankhon mein ab bhi wahi khamoshi thi — jo sirf Neha ki back dekh rahi thi, na uske aansu.
Raat dheere dheere guzar gayi. Neha aankhen band karne ki koshish karti, par har baar Varun ka face aa jata. Uski body ab bhi confused thi — guilt aur ek ajeeb sa feel mix ho raha tha.
Aur doosri taraf… Sahil ne apne dil mein ek baat maan li thi. Usne kuch dekha tha. Sab kuch.
Par usne Neha se ek shabd nahi bola.
Wo sirf uske saath blanket share karke, uski saans feel karta raha. Ek husband, jo andar hi andar tod raha tha… par bahar se bas ek protective silence tha.
Raat ke ek kone mein… balcony ke peeche, ek aur shadow tha. Varun.
Usne quietly Neha ke ghar ko note kiya, ek cigarette light ki, aur ek lazy smile ke saath whisper kiya—
“Ab game shuru hua hai, Neha…”
Aur phir darkness mein ghaayab ho gaya.




Raat ko sab so gaye the. Mumbai ka ghar shaant tha, sirf fan ki halki-halki aawaaz aa rahi thi.

Neha bed par letkar ceiling ko dekh rahi thi. Sahil uske paas the, lekin unki saans ekdum steady thi — jaise wo so gaye ho.
Neha ki aankhon mein neend nahi thi. Uska mann baar-baar ek hi sawal kar raha tha:
“Yeh baby kiska hai? Sahil ka… ya Varun ka?”
Usne apna haath apne pet par rakha. Ek ajeeb si sukoon bhi tha, par saath hi guilt ka weight bhi. Agar yeh Sahil ka baby hai toh sab perfect hai. Lekin agar… agar yeh Varun ka hua?
Ye soch kar uske dil mein ek darr daud gaya.
“Main Sahil ko kabhi nahi bata paungi… main usse kisi aur ka baccha raise karne nahi dungi. Mujhe pata karna hoga. Abhi.”
Usne dheere se blanket side kiya aur apna purse nikala. Purse ke ek hidden pocket se ek chhota white card gira — Varun ka business card.
Us card ko dekhte hi uske body mein ek shock sa chala gaya. Usne card uthaya, ek second ke liye aankhen band ki.
“Yeh galti hogi. Main kyun usse call karun? Agar baat bigad gayi toh?”
Uska dimaag warn kar raha tha. Lekin dil keh raha tha — Varun hi ek insaan hai jo is sawaal ka sach bata sakta hai.
Neha balcony mein gayi, thandi hawa face par lag rahi thi. Mobile nikala, card par likha number dial kiya. Screen par digits dikhte hi uske haath kaanp rahe the.
Usne call button dabaya.
Ek… do… teen rings.
Uske heartbeat ab double speed pe thi.
Phir… click.
Line connect ho gayi.
Varun ki wohi confident, relaxed awaaz phone ke dusre taraf se aayi:
“Hello… Neha?”
Neha ka gala dry tha, voice nikal hi nahi rahi thi. Usne ek second chup rehkar bas aankhen band ki.
Varun ne phir repeat kiya, tone mein halki smile:
“Mujhe pata tha… tum call karogi. Ab bolo… kya chahiye tumhe?”
Neha ka dil aur tez dhadakne laga. Uske lips finally khule…
“Varun… mujhe tumse… ek zaroori baat karni hai.”
Phone ke dusre side sirf ek halki hansi sunayi di.




Raat ke 11 baje the. Mumbai ki galiyon mein ab traffic shaant ho chuka tha, sirf door se gaadiyon ki halki awaaz aa rahi thi. Balcony par Neha khadi thi, mobile uske haath mein tha, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa guilt aur darr ka mix.

Screen par number dial ho chuka tha. Jaise hi call connect hua, Varun ki relaxed, confident awaaz ne uske kaan mein garmi bhar di.
Varun:
“Hello… Neha? Mujhe pata tha tum call karogi.”
Neha ke pair ek pal ke liye jam gaye. Usne ek deep breath li, phir dheere se bola—
Neha:
“Varun… mujhe tumse ek zaroori baat karni hai. Bahut important.”
Phone ke dusre taraf ek halki hansi sunayi di, jaise Varun pehle se hi sab guess kar chuka ho.
Varun (teasing):
“Arre wah… raat ke is time? Zaroori matlab… kya tumhe meri yaad dokh rahi hai?”
Neha ne aankhen band kar li. Uske dil mein gussa bhi tha aur helplessness bhi.
Neha (serious, almost whispering):
“Varun… main pregnant hoon. Aur mujhe… mujhe yeh jaan’na hai ki… baby kiska hai. Kya tum… help kar sakte ho mujhe?”
Do second tak line ke dusre side silence raha. Phir ek dum se Varun ke husky laugh ne Neha ke poore body ko freeze kar diya.
Varun (slow, playful):
“Haha… wow, Neha. Tum mujhe keh rahi ho ki shayad tumhare andar mera hi khoon ho? Tumne khud accept kiya hai? Wah…”
Neha ke aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Usne teeth bite kiya aur firm voice mein kaha—
Neha:
“Mujhe mazaak nahi chahiye, Varun! Yeh meri zindagi ka sawaal hai. Agar tum help nahi kar sakte toh… main khud solution dhoondh lungi.”
Varun abhi bhi chill tha, lekin uski tone thodi dark ho gayi.
Varun (mysterious, slow):
“Main help karunga… lekin ek shart hai.”
Neha ka dil thoda ruk gaya.
Neha:
“Kaisi shart?”
Varun ke shabd ab almost whisper jaise the—dangerous, teasing, aur ekdum straight:
Varun:
“Agar bacha mera nikla… toh kya tum apne husband ko chhodkar mere paas aaogi?”
Neha ka face suddenly red ho gaya—gusse se, sharm se, aur dukh se. Usne phone tight pakad liya, aur almost chilla ke kaha—
Neha:
“Tum pagal ho gaye ho, Varun? Tumhe sharam nahi aati? Main tumse help maang rahi hoon aur tum ise game bana rahe ho? Bas… bas bohot ho gaya.”
Phone ke dusre side Varun zor se hansa. Ek aisi hansi jo Neha ke liye aur zyada irritating thi.
Varun (teasing):
“Arre relax baby… main mazaak kar raha tha. Tum itni jaldi gussa ho jaati ho. Mujhe seriously tumhari fikr hai. Theek hai… main help karunga.”
Neha ne ek deep breath li, aankhon mein ab bhi tears the. Uska dil keh raha tha phone kaat do. Lekin dimaag chillate hue bol raha tha—“Yeh tumhari last option hai. Bas sach jaan’na hai.”
Usne low tone mein kaha—
Neha:
“Fine… kab? Kaise?”
Varun ki awaaz ab calm thi, lekin usme wohi hidden thrill tha.
Varun:
“Kal. Kal milte hain. Main tumhe ek jagah bulaunga. Wahan tumhe jo check karwana hai, uske steps bata dunga. Don’t worry… sab arrange kar dunga.”
Neha ka dil ab phir se tez dhadakne laga. Usne thoda hesitation ke saath kaha—
Neha:
“Kal? …Theek hai.”
Varun softly chuckled.
Varun:
“Good girl. Bas time aur jagah main kal morning tak text kar dunga. Tum ready rehna.”
Call disconnect hone se pehle, Neha ne ek last word bola—
“Aur koi mazaak nahi, Varun.”
Varun ki smile almost phone se feel ho rahi thi.
Varun:
“Jaisa aapka hukum, madam.”
Click. Call cut gayi.
Neha ne phone table par rakha aur apne face ko dono haathon se cover kar liya. Tears uske fingers se nikal kar cheek tak aa gaye.
“Main kya kar rahi hoon? Yeh sab mujhe aur duba dega… lekin mujhe sach jaana hi hai.”
Bed ke side Sahil ab bhi ekdum quiet tha. Uski aankhen band thi… par neend door thi. Usne clearly Neha ki awaaz sun li thi.
Uske dil mein bas ek hi khayaal chal raha tha:
“Kal… kya hone wala hai?”


Raat ke ek baje the. Mumbai ka ghar bilkul shaant tha. Balcony se thandi hawa andar aa rahi thi.

Bed par Neha finally thodi der baad so gayi thi. Uske chehre pe ab bhi aansuon ke nishaan the, par aankhen band thi. Uska haath apne pet par rakha hua tha — ek instinct, ek maa ki habit jaise.

Sahil uske bilkul paas tha, lekin uski aankhen khuli hui thi.

Woh ekdum still pada hua tha, jaise so raha ho… par uska dimaag abhi bhi fire mein tha.

Usne clearly suna tha Neha ki phone call. Har lafz uske dimaag mein echo ho raha tha —

“…mujhe yeh jaan’na hai ki baby kiska hai…”

“…Varun, help kar sakte ho mujhe?”

Aur phir Varun ka hansi, uski shameless shart.

Sahil ne apni aankhen band ki aur ek gehri saans li.

“Toh ab baat yahan tak aa gayi hai. Neha ko bhi doubt hai. Matlab… possibility hai. Yeh baby mera bhi ho sakta hai, Varun ka bhi. Lekin sach kya hai? Aur main… main toh khud hi culprit hoon.”

Uska dil thoda tight ho gaya. Usne slowly apna haath Neha ke haath par rakha, jo uske pet par tha.

“Main hi tha jisne Neha ko kabhi protect nahi kiya. Har step pe main khud spectator bana raha. Train mein… camper van mein… tent mein… park mein… maine kuch nahi bola. Main ne khud allow kiya usse Varun ke saath jaane. Maine hi chhoda uska haath. Aur ab… main question kar raha hoon ki baby mera hai ya nahi?”

Uski aankhon se ek single tear nikal kar pillow par gir gaya.

“Sach toh yeh hai… asli villain main hi hoon. Varun ne bas chance liya. Kartik ne bas follow kiya. Lekin darwaza toh maine khola tha. Neha toh bas… phas gayi. Usne resist kiya, fir surrender kiya… par sab ke beech mein main hi tha jo khamosh raha.”

Sahil ne apni biwi ko dekha. Neha ka chehra thoda shaant lag raha tha ab. Uski saans steady thi.

Ek pal ke liye Sahil ke mann mein aaya — use jagaaye, uske saath roye, sab confess kar de, bole “Jo bhi hai, main accept karunga, baby mera ho ya na ho.”

Par phir uska dil dar gaya.

“Nahi… abhi nahi. Agar maine abhi baat ki toh shayad sab toot jaayega. Mujhe dekhna hoga, samajhna hoga… aur Varun ka asli game kya hai, yeh bhi jaan’na hoga.”

Sahil ne aankhen band ki aur apne aap ko force kiya side turn lene ke liye, taaki lag sake ki wo so raha hai.

Par uske dimaag ke andar ek hi line chal rahi thi —

“Main hi apni biwi ka dushman hoon. Main hi asli villain hoon. Aur shayad… yeh baby bhi meri punishment hai.”

Raat lambi thi.

Neha sapnon mein dube so rahi thi.
Aur Sahil… apne hi guilt ke jungle mein kho gaya tha.


Subah ke 8 baje the, Mumbai ki garmi abhi se hawa mein ghul chuki thi. Kitchen se Neha ki maa ki awaaz aa rahi thi—chai ban rahi thi, par Neha apne kamre mein bed ke kone par baithi mobile screen ko baar-baar check kar rahi thi. Uske dil mein abhi bhi kal raat ka guilt tha, lekin us guilt ke saath ek aur cheez chipak gayi thi—curiosity. Yeh jaan’na ki baby kiska hai, usne apne mann mein ek obsession ki tarah le liya tha. Tabhi phone vibrate hua. Screen par ek naam flash hua—Varun. Ek pal ko uska dil ruk gaya, ungli freeze ho gayi, lekin curiosity ne usse unlock button press karne par majboor kar diya. Message open hua. “Good morning, beautiful. Tum ready ho? Aaj tumhe sach jaan’ne ka chance dunga. 11 baje tum yahan aana… ek jagah hai Western Express ke side pe, wahan se main tumhe pick karunga. Private hospital chalenge. Simple test hoga, result aaj nahi to kal aa jaayega.” Neha ne message padte hi aankhen band kar li. Mann mein ek cyclone chal raha tha. Usne phone side rakha, but 2 minute ke andar hi usne wapas uthaya aur type kar diya, “Varun, please… mujhe koi drama nahi chahiye. Sirf sach jaan’na hai.” Varun ka reply instantly aaya—jaise woh pehle se wait kar raha tha. “Relax, jaan. Bas sach hi milega. Aur waise bhi… mujhe tumhari aankhon mein woh jawab chahiye, jo tum khud bhi deny nahi kar paati. See you at 11.” Neha ne phone side rakha aur ek gehri saans li. Uska haath automatically pet par gaya. “Ya Rab… agar yeh bacha Varun ka hua to main kya karungi? Sahil ke saamne kaise jee paungi?” Uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin usne quickly face wash kiya aur maa ke samne normal behave karne lagi.

Dusre side, Sahil bedroom ke dusre kone par baitha tha, apna laptop khula hua tha, par aankhen ekdum Neha par chipki hui thi. Usne raat ki call puri sun li thi, aur aaj morning ke pehle hi apna mann bana liya tha. “Main usse follow karunga. Mujhe sab pata lagana hai. Agar sach mein baby mera nahi hai, toh kam se kam mujhe confirm ho. Aur agar yeh sirf Varun ka trap hai… toh mujhe usse bachaana hoga.” Usne apna phone uthaya aur quietly apne ek purane dost ko message bheja jo detective ka kaam karta tha. “Aaj mujhe ek location pe jaana hai, discreet rehna. Just in case.”

Breakfast table par sab log baith gaye. Maa casual baatein kar rahi thi, lekin Neha hardly kuch keh paayi. Sahil ne deliberately ekdum normal behave kiya. “Maa, main aaj office late se jaaunga, kuch personal kaam hai.” Maa ne casual nod diya aur Neha ki taraf dekha, “Tu bhi thodi der rest le lena, Neha. Pregnancy mein thak jaati hai ladkiyaan.” Neha ne sirf forced smile di, aankhen jhuka li.

10:30 baje, Neha quietly apna dupatta adjust karte hue nikli. Usne ghar mein bas itna kaha, “Maa, thoda doctor check-up ke liye jaa rahi hoon.” Maa ne kuch doubt nahi kiya, bas dua di. Sahil ne ekdum casually apna laptop band kiya aur maa se kaha, “Main bhi ek dost se milne jaa raha hoon, shaam tak aa jaunga.” Dono alag-alag nikle, par dono ke raaste ek hi goal ki taraf the.

11 baje Neha Western Express ke side wale flyover ke neeche pahunchi. Ek black SUV already khadi thi. Varun bahar khada tha, sunglasses pehne hue, bilkul confident, ek hand pocket mein. Jaise hi Neha approach hui, usne ek teasing smile di. “Right on time. Good girl.” Neha ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein gussa aur helplessness dono mix the. “Varun, bas jaldi karna. Mujhe zyada der nahi rukna.” Varun ne ek second uski aankhon mein dekha, phir car ka door khola. “Come, baby. Trust me, sab safe hai.” Neha reluctantly car mein baith gayi.

Door close hote hi SUV dheere se nikal gayi. Neha ke haath ab bhi apne pet par the, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Varun driving seat par tha, ek half-smile ke saath, kabhi Neha ko glance karta, kabhi road ko. “Tumhe darr lag raha hai? Don’t worry… main tumhe kabhi hurt nahi karunga. Jo sach hai, wahi saamne aayega.” Neha ne aankhen bandh kar li, lips press kar diye. Uske mann mein sirf ek thought ghoom raha tha—“Bas ,.'… jo bhi sach hai, woh mujhe tod na de.”

SUV aage nikal gayi. Lekin kuch car lengths peeche, ek white sedan bhi slow speed se move kar rahi thi. Uske steering par Sahil tha. Uska grip steering wheel par tight tha, aankhon mein ek burning focus. “Main sab dekh raha hoon, Neha. Tum mujhe kuch nahi bataogi, par main khud sach jaan loonga. Abhi, isi waqt.”
Car ke andar Neha aur Varun… aur peeche chhupkar Sahil. Teenon ke dil mein alag-alag dhadkane, lekin raasta ek hi. Aaj decide hona tha ki sach kitna dangerous hai.


SUV dheere-dheere ek sunssan gali ke kone par ruki. Shehar ki bheed ab peeche reh gayi thi—yahaan ek purani si building ka andhera tha, road half-broken thi, aur aas-paas sirf kuch shutter-down dukaan aur ek chhota sa chai tapri. Neha ne turant Varun ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein gussa tha, darr bhi tha.

“Varun! Maine tumhe clear bola tha—sirf hospital. Mujhe tumhari koi drama, koi natak nahi chahiye. Please, gaadi seedha hospital le jao.”

Varun steering wheel par thoda jhuka, ek broad hansi ke saath uski taraf dekha. Uske lips pe wohi cheeky arrogance tha jo pehle din se tha.

“Arre Neha… itni baar mujhe chhodi ho… aur ab bhi samajh nahi aata kya? Tumhare mooh ke words kuch aur hote hain, par tumhari aankhen aur body kuch aur bolti hain.”

Neha ka chehra laal ho gaya—half shame, half rage. Usne ek dam se uska haath push kar diya jo abhi uske thigh tak aa chuka tha.

“Stop this nonsense, Varun! Mujhe yeh sab nahi chahiye. Main ab pregnant hoon, main already guilt mein doob rahi hoon. Please… mujhe ghar jaana hai.”

Varun leaned closer, uski awaaz suddenly low aur dangerous ho gayi.

“Ghar jaana hai? Phir wahan baith ke din raat sochti rahogi ki baby kiska hai? Phir apne husband ke saamne guilt mein jiyogi? Neha… sach to tumhe pata karna hi hoga. Aur sach free mein nahi milta.”

Neha ne aankhon mein aansu bharke kaha, “Tumhe sharam nahi aati? Tum already meri halat jaante ho, phir bhi yeh sab kar rahe ho? Mujhe bas hospital jana tha.”

Varun ka expression soft hua—jaise suddenly woh calm ho gaya. Usne uske face ke paas apna cheek le jaakar whisper kiya,

“Bas ek baar, baby. Sirf ek baar aur. Iske baad direct hospital. Isse fees samajh lo. Uske baad main tumhe kuch nahi kahunga. Lekin ab tum na nahi keh sakti—kyunki ek baat to tumhe bhi pata hai: tumne khud bhi mujhe enjoy kiya tha… tent mein, park mein… har jagah. Tumne mujhe roka nahi tha. To ab guilt kaisa?”

Neha ka dil phat raha tha. Uska mind chillaa raha tha—No, stop this! Yeh galat hai! Lekin uska dil, uska guilt, aur uska darr usse lock kar raha tha. Usne aankhen band ki, ek gehri saans li, aur thodi der chup rehne ke baad sir hila diya.

“Thik hai, Varun. Bas ek last time. Bas ek… uske baad seedha hospital. Aur fir… kabhi nahi.”

Varun ne uske lips par ek triumphant kiss press kiya, uske haath uski kamar ke neeche slide hote hue. “Good girl. Tumhe pata hai na… tum meri addiction ho.”

Neha ne aankhen bandh rakhi, lips press kar diye, body ekdum still. Wo lachar thi—uske paas koi aur option hi nahi tha.

Aur SUV ke ek kone mein, tinted glass ke reflection mein, ek white sedan khadi thi—andar Sahil, jo chhupkar sab dekh raha tha. Uska haath steering wheel par tight tha, aankhen bloodshot, aur dimaag mein ek hi thought goonj raha tha:

“Main hi hoon asli villain. Main hi hoon jisne use Varun ke haath chhod diya. Aur ab woh phir se uske neeche gir rahi hai… meri aankhon ke saamne.”
SUV ke andar, Neha ne last time ke liye surrender kar liya tha… sirf ek shart ke saath: “Bas iske baad hospital.”






Purani khandar jaisi haveli ke andar se ek thandi si hawa aa rahi thi. Darwaze ke hinges kar-kar ki awaaz kar rahe the, deewar par se plaster utar chuka tha aur beech beech mein bade bade spider webs latak rahe the. Ek kone mein mitti se bhari purani almari thi, jismein darar se ek chamgadar nikal ke upar chakkar kaat raha tha. Zameen par kahin-kahin se ghass nikal aayi thi aur chhata hua paani ki smell hawa mein ghul rahi thi.

Haveli ke bilkul peeche ke hall mein ek khatiya rakhi thi—lakdi ki purani, rassi thodi dhili, lekin abhi bhi use hone laayak. Uske aas-paas mitti, purane chhilke hue rang ke tukde aur ek faded sa lamp rakha tha jo abhi bhi thoda light de raha tha.
Neha dheere dheere Varun ke peeche chali aayi. Uski aankhen thodi fear se badi hui thi, lips tremble kar rahe the. Pregnancy ke second month mein uska body already thoda soft aur rounded lag raha tha—face pe ek alag glow tha, jisme guilt aur thakan dono mil gaye the. Uske lambe baal khule hue the, halki si breeze mein hil rahe the. Aaj usne ek pastel green kurti pehni thi, jiska neckline thoda loose tha aur dupatta shoulders se halki si slide ho raha tha. Uske andar se ek mature aur suljhi hui beauty nikal rahi thi—bilkul Hemal Ingle ki tarah, innocent yet dangerously attractive.
Varun usse dekh kar ek broad smile diya, aankhon mein wahi purana possession ka spark. Usne Neha ka haath pakad ke usse seedha khatiya par bithaya. Rassi ki halki se cheekh sunayi di jaise wo bhi andhere mein un dono ke secret ko register kar rahi ho.
Varun: “Yeh meri pishteeni haveli hai, Neha. Yahaan koi nahi aata. Pure jungle ke kone mein hai yeh… sirf hum dono. Ab koi rukawat nahi, koi guilt nahi. Yahaan hum… accha maja karenge.”
Uski awaaz low aur husky thi, aankhen Neha ke har curve ko absorb kar rahi thi.
Neha ne bas apna dupatta tight se pakad liya, aankhen floor pe tik gayi. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha, mann chillaa raha tha ke “Nahi!” par body freeze thi. Uske pairon ki payal khamoshi mein chhanak gayi—jaise uske andar ke darr ka signal de rahi ho.


Khatiya ke paas Varun ne Neha ko bitha diya tha, aur uski aankhen ekdum possessive ho chuki thi.

Neha dupatta apne seene pe kas ke pakad rahi thi, aankhen neeche, lips pressed. Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Pregnancy ke wajah se uske chehre pe ek alag hi glow tha, cheeks thodi full, aankhon ke neeche halka sa shadow. Us pal mein wo ekdum Hemal Ingle ki tarah lag rahi thi—innocence aur sensuality ka ek deadly mix.
Tabhi haveli ke dusre gate se ek dheere se darwaza khula. Awaaz puri khamoshi mein ekdum clear sunai di, lekin Varun aur Neha dono uss waqt apne hi tension mein itne ghire the ki dhyaan nahi gaya.
Andar aaya Sahil. Uska face pale tha, par aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi. Usne apne steps halki rakhe, aur khatiya se kuch distance par, ek andhere kone mein khud ko chhupa liya. Purane pillar ke peeche se uske paas ek clear view tha—Neha khatiya par, dupatta ko pakde hue, Varun uske saamne khada, confident smile ke saath.
Sahil ka dil tez chalne laga. Uske mann mein guilt tha—“Main yahan kyun khada hoon? Mujhe abhi Neha ko bachana chahiye.” Lekin body usse dhokha de rahi thi. Uske haath thoda tremble kar rahe the, aur uski nigaah Neha ki kurti ke loose neckline par atki thi, uske rounded seene pe, uske honton ki trembling line par.
Usne apni mooth tight ki, par ek ajeeb si heat uske andar uthne lagi. Har pal jab Varun Neha ke paas jhukta, uske lips uske cheek ke paas aate, Sahil ke andar guilt aur horniness dono ek saath collide ho jaate. Uski saans tez ho gayi, aankhen ek pal bhi blink nahi kar rahi thi.
Varun ne Neha ka chin pakad ke uska face upar uthaya, “Baby, yahaan koi nahi hai. Sirf tu aur main. Hospital jaayenge, par pehle yeh… yeh last time. Aur phir sach saamne hoga.”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu the, lekin unke peeche ek helpless surrender bhi. Usne dheere se aankhen band kar li, jaise apne aap se keh rahi ho: “Bas ek baar. Sirf ek baar aur.”
Aur us moment ko dekh kar… andhere mein khada Sahil apna har emotion lose karne laga. Uska mann cheekh raha tha “Rok do!” par uska jism whisper kar raha tha “Dekhte raho…”
Haveli ke andhere mein teen alag-alag dhadkane ek saath chal rahi thi—
Neha ka guilt, Varun ka junoon… aur Sahil ka forbidden thrill.


Haveli ke us purane kone mein khatiya ke paas hawa aur bhi garam ho gayi thi. Deewar ki dararon se aati halki dhoop Neha ke chehre pe padh rahi thi—uski aankhen neeche thi, lips press kiye hue, aur ungliyaan thoda tremble kar rahi thi.

Varun ne apna belt khola aur dheere se apna lund bahar nikala. Ek heavy, throbbing shape jo ekdum confident lag raha tha, jaise apna haq maang raha ho. Usne Neha ke saamne laake kaha, “Chalo baby… ab dikhao tum kitni loyal ho apni feelings ke saath.”
Neha ne ek nazar upar uthakar uski aankhon mein dekha—ghinn aur gussa dono saath-saath the. Uske nazar kehti thi, “Mujhe tumse nafrat hai,” lekin uska jism helpless tha. Usne apne haathon se Varun ka lund pakda, uska garam weight mehsoos kiya. Uske dil mein ek chhoti si scream thi—“Ye galat hai… lekin mujhe jaan’na hai… mujhe karna padega.”
Slowly, usne apne lips uske tip ke kareeb laaye. Varun ne ek confident smile ke saath uske baalon par haath rakha, uska sir dheere se press kiya.
“Good girl… bas aise hi,” Varun ne husky voice mein kaha.
Neha ne pehle tip pe apne hoth ghumaye, ek halki si lick di, jisse Varun ka moan nikal gaya. Uska lund Neha ke haath mein throbbing kar raha tha, har second aur hard hota ja raha tha. Usne apna mouth dheere se open kiya aur tip andar liya.
Varun ke lips se ek deep groan nikal gaya. “Yesss… Neha…”
Neha ki aankhon ke kone se aansu aa gaye—guilt aur ghin dono uske saath the. Lekin uske mooh ke ander Varun ka lund ab slip ho raha tha, uske soft hoth uske around tight seal banaye hue the.
Aur us corner mein… Sahil andhere se sab dekh raha tha. Uski mooth apne aap tight ho gayi, breathing fast thi. Uske dil mein guilt tha, “Ye meri biwi hai…” par uske lund ki hardness aur aankhon ka hunger uska asli raaz bata raha tha.
Varun ka haath Neha ke sir ko dheere-dheere guide kar raha tha, aur Neha apna role nibha rahi thi—slow strokes, soft sucking, lips ka glide. Haveli ki khamoshi ab Neha ke moans aur Varun ke groans se bhar gayi thi.




Haveli ke kone mein purani deewar ki daraaron se aati roshni seedhi khatiya par gir rahi thi. Khatiya ki purani lohe ki chadar halki si karrah rahi thi jaise wo bhi witness ho jo hone wala tha.

Varun ka lund Neha ke haath mein tha—heavy, throbbing, veins clearly visible. Neha ne apne hoth dheere-dheere uske tip ke around ghumaye. Har brush pe Varun ke mooh se ek halki groan nikalti thi.
“Ahhh… bas baby… exactly like that,” usne dheere se Neha ke baalon mein ungliyaan ghusate hue kaha.
Neha ka mann abhi bhi revolt kar raha tha. “Main yeh kyun kar rahi hoon? Yeh galat hai…” Lekin uske haath mechanically Varun ke shaft ko stroke karte ja rahe the. Har stroke ke sath lund aur hard ho raha tha, jaise Neha ki helplessness usko aur bhi fuel kar rahi ho.
Phir usne lips aur khol diye, aur tip ko apne mooh mein liya. Aawaaz ekdum clear thi—slurp… slurp… Varun ke hips thoda forward thrust kar gaye.
“Fuckkk… Neha… tumhari lips… itni garam… itni soft…” Varun ne moan kiya.
Neha ka mooh ab uske lund ko poori tarah stroke kar raha tha. Kabhi upar se tip suck karti, kabhi dheere-dheere poora andar le leti, throat tak feel hota. Har baar jab lund deep jata, uske gala se ek “gkkhh… uhhh” jaisi sound nikalti thi.
Varun ke haath ab uske head ko tightly guide kar rahe the. Har thrust pe khatiya halki si hilti thi, purani lohe ki aawaaz echo karti thi.
Neha ki saansein fast ho gayi thi, aankhon ke kone se aansu gir rahe the. Usne ek pal ke liye stop karne ki koshish ki, lund ko apne hothon se bahar nikala, lips se ek thin string of saliva latak gayi.
“Bas karo, Varun… main aur nahi—”
Varun ne uske lips ko finger se wipe karte hue husky tone mein bola,
“Shhh… tumhe lagta hai mujhe ‘nahi’ sunai deta? Tum to already addicted ho. Look at you… tumhari saansein… tumhari aankhen… sab kuch keh rahe hain tum enjoy kar rahi ho.”
Neha ne aankhen band kar li aur phir se lund ko apne mouth mein liya—aur is baar zyada passion ke saath. Uske hoth tight grip bana rahe the, uski zubaan lund ke shaft ke against glide kar rahi thi.
Sounds aur loud ho gayi—slurp… slurp… gkkhh… ahhh… Haveli ke purane kone mein wo sounds ajeeb tarah ki gunj rahi thi, jaise saari deewar unke saath breathe kar rahi ho.
Varun ab moan kar raha tha, hips se fast strokes deta hua. “Yesss… deeper… baby, throat mein feel karwana hai mujhe…”
Neha ka gala bar-bar choke ho raha tha, par usne resist nahi kiya. Har baar jab uska throat squeeze karta, Varun ka moan aur tez ho jaata.
Aur corner mein Sahil—uska saara body sweat se bhig gaya tha. Uska haath apne boxer ke upar press tha, ab clearly stroke kar raha tha apne aap ko. Uske hoth se halki si aawaaz nikli, ek mix of guilt aur horny desperation.
Uske mann mein sirf ek thought goonj raha tha:
“Yeh meri biwi hai… aur main bas chhupke dekh raha hoon… par main ruk bhi nahi sakta…”
Neha ka mooh ab completely wet tha, saliva uske chin se niche tapak raha tha. Har ek stroke, har ek slurp sound Varun ko aur wild bana rahi thi. Uske moans, Neha ke muffled “mmmhh… gkkhh” aur khatiya ki karahat… haveli ab ek forbidden concert ban chuki thi.



Haveli ke us andhere aur sunne mein hi bhootiye lagne wale kone mein atmosphere aur bhi garam ho chuka tha.

Neha abhi bhi saans sambhal rahi thi jab Varun ne apne dono haath uske baalon mein daal kar uska face thoda upar uthaya, aur apna garam, heavy load uske mooh ke andar release kar diya. Ek dum thick aur garam cum uske gale tak chala gaya.
Neha ki aankhen shock mein wide ho gayi, gala choke ho gaya, par Varun ne uska sir pakad ke rakha.
“Pee jao baby… sab pee lo…” usne husky aur command karte tone mein kaha.
Neha ne kuch second struggle ki, phir helplessly gulp karne lagi. Har gulp ke sath uske throat ki muscles contract ho rahi thi, aur Varun ke hoth se ek wild moan nikal raha tha. Cum uske lips ke kone se nikal kar chin par beh gaya.
Jab finally usne sab nigal liya, Neha khansi—“cough… uhhn…”—aur apne lips wipe kiye. Aankhen moist thi, face par mix of guilt aur helpless surrender.
Varun uske saamne baith gaya, uski thodi ko ungli se lift karte hue hans pada,
“Good girl. Dekha… tum kitni loyal ho apne Varun ke liye.”
Neha ne aankhen ghuma li, aankhon ke kone mein aansu aa gaye. Uske andar ek scream chal rahi thi “Yeh sab galat hai…” lekin uske hoth ab bhi Varun ke taste se heavy the.
Tabhi Varun ne apna next step liya—ek dum calm confidence ke saath usne Neha ke pair sidhe kar diye, aur khatiya par uske upar apna pressure banaya. Uske haath ne Neha ki salwar dheere se kholni shuru ki. Neha ne resist karne ki koshish ki,
“Varun, bas karo… please…”
Par uske protest ki aawaaz ekdum halki thi. Uske haath Varun ke haathon ko push karne ki koshish kar rahe the, par strength weak thi.
Varun ne uske pair spread kiye, salwar neeche kheench di. Ab Neha sirf apni patli si cotton panty mein thi. Uski thighs pregnancy ke wajah se thodi full lag rahi thi, aur panty ke beech ka area clearly thoda damp tha.
Varun ne apni ungli gently uske panty ke upar slide ki.
“Dekha baby… tum already wet ho. Tum keh rahi ho ‘stop’, lekin tumhara body keh raha hai ‘aur’.”
Neha ne aankhen tightly band kar li, lips se ek kapkapata hua moan nikal gaya—
“Uhhnn… Varun…”
Uske moan mein helplessness bhi thi, aur woh ek sach bhi tha jo wo deny karna chahti thi par kar nahi paayi.
Corner ke andhere mein Sahil khada sab dekh raha tha. Uske dil mein guilt ka toofan chal raha tha—“Ye meri biwi hai… main kyun kuch nahi kar raha?”—lekin uska lund ab apne control mein nahi tha. Har baar jab Varun ki ungli Neha ki panty ke upar glide karti thi aur Neha ke lips se woh helpless moan nikalta tha, Sahil ke andar horniness aur badh jaati thi.
Usne apne boxer ke upar se apna lund squeeze kiya, saans aur tez ho gayi. Uski aankhon mein fire thi—ek mix of lust, guilt, aur woh strange dark pleasure jisme wo ab doobta ja raha tha.
Varun ke haath ab Neha ke panty pe aur firm ho gaye the, aur Neha ka moan ab aur thoda loud hone laga tha.


Haveli ke andheron mein khatiya ki purani lakdi karah rahi thi, jaise usse bhi pata ho yahaan koi aisa raaz likha jaa raha hai jo kabhi samajh ke bahar hoga.

Neha khatiya par padi thi, sirf apni patli si cotton panty mein. Uske pair Varun ne spread kiye huye the. Uski aankhen tightly band thi, lips dabaye huye, jaise apne hi dil ki dhadkan ko chupana chahti ho.
Varun dheere se uske beech ungli ghumane laga—sirf panty ke upar se.
Soft fabric ke neeche jo warmth aur wetness thi, usse uske lips pe ek wild smile aa gayi.
Varun:
“Dekha, Neha… tumhari body tumse sach bulwa rahi hai. Bolti ho stop… par tumhare hoth, tumhari chut… already ready hain.”
Neha ne ek pal ke liye aankh kholi, uski taraf dekha ghinn aur helplessness ke mix se.
“Varun… stop it. Please… ye sab galat hai… main tumse request karti hoon.”
Varun bas hans pada, uski aankhon mein ek shameless shine thi.
“Request? Baby, tumne mujhe khud bulaya hai. Mujhe apna raaz check karne ko kaha hai. Ab process ka hissa ye bhi hai. Tum already wet ho… toh guilt kaisa?”
Usne panty ka elastic halka sa kheench ke side kiya. Neha ka soft trimmed area ab saamne tha—thoda swollen, thoda moist. Varun ne apni ungli halka rub ki.
“Uhhhhn…” Neha ke lips se ek kapkapata moan nikal gaya. Usne apni jod se neeche dekhna avoid kiya, sirr side ghuma liya.
Varun ab aur confident tha. Usne panty aur side ki, apni ungli ko directly uski slit ke upar rakha aur dheere se andar push kiya.
“Ahhhh… Varun… please…” Neha ki awaaz ab protest se zyada moaning ban gayi thi. Uski kamar thodi twitch hui, thighs automatically squeeze kar gayi, par Varun ne force se uske pair phir se faila diye.
Wet sound clearly hawa mein gunjne laga. schhlup… schhlup…
Varun ki ungli har thrust pe Neha ke ander se uska liquid leke bahar aa rahi thi.
Varun ne tease karte hue kaha,
“Baby, tum keh rahi ho stop… aur tumhari chut mujhe welcome kar rahi hai. Ab batao, kaun jhooth bol raha hai—tumhara dimaag ya tumhara jism?”
Neha ne apne hoth dabaye, aankhon se aansu nikalne lage.
Par uske moan ab raw ho gaye the—“Ahhh… haaahhh… uhhh…”
Uski saans fast thi, body arch kar rahi thi, boobs khatiya ke upar rub kar rahe the.
Aur wahin, haveli ke dusre kone mein, Sahil apna guilt aur horniness ek saath jhel raha tha. Uska lund ab poori tarah hard tha, boxer ke neeche throbbing kar raha tha. Uske haath automatically uske lund ko press karne lage.
Usne Neha ki har sound, har kapkapan feel ki. Har baar jab Neha moan karti thi—uska guilt ek second ke liye ubharta, “Meri biwi…”—aur agle hi second uski horniness sab kuch daba deti thi.
Varun ne ab apna face neeche jhuka liya. Uski zubaan Neha ke folds ko touch karti hi Neha ka moan aur loud ho gaya—
“Ahhhhhh… nooo… ahhh Varun!”
Wet sound aur moans ab haveli ki purani deewaron mein echo kar rahe the.




Haveli ka wo kone aur bhi zyada heavy ho gaya tha. Purani deewar pe latke makdi ke jaale bhi hawa ke sath hil rahe the, jaise wo bhi is raaz ko chupane wale gawah ho.

Neha ab khatiya pe spread thi, uski cotton panty ek side ko kheench ke rakhi thi. Uska body pregnancy ki wajah se thoda soft aur glow wala lag raha tha, par uski aankhon mein guilt aur uske jism mein uncontrollable heat thi.
Varun ab dheere se neeche jhuka, uski thighs spread karke apna face Neha ke folds ke paas le aaya. Neha ne turant react kiya—usne apne pair hilaye, knees squeeze ki:
“Varun… mat karo, please… ye galat hai… main tumhe allow nahi kar rahi!”
Varun ne uski eyes mein dekhte hue smile ki, aur ekdum shameless tone mein bola:
“Allow? Baby, tumhara moan already permission de raha hai. Ab feel karo…”
Aur bina aur kuch kahe, usne apni zubaan Neha ke slit ke upar drag ki. Ek garam, wet lick jo pure surface pe glide kar gaya.
“Ahhhhhhh… uhhhnnnn!” Neha ke lips se ek uncontrolled scream nikli. Uska jism ekdum se twitch kar gaya, kamar involuntarily upar uth gayi.
Varun ne ab apni zubaan slow circles mein chalani shuru ki. Har baar uske clit pe tip rub hoti, Neha ki saans ruk jaati, phir ek heavy moan ke sath bahar nikalti.
“Uhhh… haaahhh… Varun… stop… ohhh god…”
Uske haath khatiya ki lakdi ko tight pakad liye the, knuckles white ho gaye the. Uske pair ab resist karna chhod kar dheere se khul gaye, thighs Varun ke head ke sides pe relax hone lage.
Varun aur aggressive ho gaya—kabhi slow, kabhi fast. Kabhi zubaan andar push karta, kabhi clit ke upar suck kar leta. Wet sounds—slurp… schhh… lick lick—haveli ki khamoshi ko tod rahe the.
Neha ke moans ab aur bhi wild ho gaye:
“Ahhhh… noooo… haaaahhh… please… uhhhnn… bas…”
Par uske words aur uske jism opposite jaa rahe the. Uski back arch hoti ja rahi thi, boobs upar bounce kar rahe the, aur uska liquid Varun ke lips ko aur zyada wet kar raha tha.
Aur wahi corner mein Sahil khada tha, aankhen wide, body tense. Usne apna lund ab boxer ke andar se nikal liya tha, aur apne haathon se stroke karna start kar diya. Har baar jab Neha ki scream aati, uska haath fast ho jata.
Uske dimaag mein ek hi thought chal raha tha:
“Ye meri biwi hai… meri Neha… aur main khud dekh raha hoon… aur ruk bhi nahi pa raha.”
Varun ab apna face aur press karke, tongue fast karte hue, muffled moan nikala:
“Mmmmhhmmm… f*** baby, tum toh flood le aayi ho.”
Neha ne aankhen tight band ki, lips khol ke ek loud scream diya—
“Ahhhhhhhhhh Varun… I’m… I’m comingggg… ohhhhhh goddd!”
Uska jism violently shake karne laga, thighs clamp ho gayi Varun ke face ke around, aur chut se warm liquid burst hua, Varun ke mouth aur chin soak ho gaye.
Varun ne usi moment uske clit ko suck kiya, aur Neha ka orgasm aur long ho gaya.
Sahil ke haath bhi ab fast ho gaye the, uska body tension ke edge pe tha, saans broken, aankhen tears se moist.

Varun orgasm ke baad ekdum se upar utha, uski saanson mein ab bhi ek wild junoon tha. Usne bina kuch bole apni shirt khol ke phenk di, fir jeans bhi neeche khinch di. Ab wo poori tarah nanga tha, uska lund ab bhi throbbing, sticky shine mein chamak raha tha.

Neha ab bhi khatiya par spread padi thi, aankhen band, body abhi orgasm ki aftershocks se kapkapati. Varun ne ek confident grip se uski salwar aur panty puri tarah kheench ke nikal di, phir uski kurti bhi off kar di. Ab Neha sirf apne mangalsutra aur chhoti si bindi ke saath, bilkul nangi thi.
Uska jism pregnancy ke second month ki glow se bhara hua tha—soft, warm aur ek natural curve jisme femininity aur maturity dono thi.
Uske boobs abhi thode full lag rahe the, jaise andar life grow kar rahi ho. Nipples tight aur thode sensitive, pinkish-brown tip par ek shine thi. Unka bounce aur shape dekh kar Varun ke hoth pe automatically ek smile aa gayi.
Uska waist abhi bhi slim thi, par thoda soft feel ke saath. Hips wide, thighs juicy aur thodi thick—ekdum ek sensual, Indian aurat ka perfect frame. Uske face par guilt tha, lekin uska jism har angle se irresistible lag raha tha.
Varun ne uske haath pakad liye, aur usse apni taraf kheench kar apni godi mein bithaya. Neha ka hair open tha, strands uske cheek par gir rahe the, aankhen moist, lips trembling.
Varun ne uske kaan ke paas fuskara:
“Bas baby… ab tu meri hi hai.”
Usne apna lund haath se hold karke Neha ke neeche guide kiya. Neha ka dil tez dhadak raha tha, uske haath Varun ke shoulders pe the—shame aur helplessness ke beech atki hui.
Lekin Varun ke steady grip aur uske husky commands ke under, Neha dheere se uthi… apne pair adjust kiye… aur fir jaise hi Varun ne guide kiya, apna jism neeche press kiya.
“Ahhhhhh…” ek sharp moan uske hothon se nikal gayi jaise hi Varun ka garam, mota lund uske andar ghusne laga.
Neha ab uske lap par thi—ek nangi aurat, ek biwi, ek maa banne wali, jo apne hi raaz ke bojh mein apne pati ke alawa kisi aur ke lund pe baith gayi thi.
Varun ke lips se ek wild groan nikal gaya, “F***, baby… you feel unreal…”
Aur corner mein, Sahil apni aankhon par vishwas nahi kar pa raha tha. Uski biwi, uska pyaar—ab khud hi apne dushman ki godi mein baithi thi, aur apne hi haathon se apne pati ko dhoka de rahi thi. Uska dil guilt se bhara tha, lekin uska lund aur bhi hard ho gaya tha.




Haveli ke purane andheron mein, khatiya ki lakdi karah rahi thi jaise usse bhi pata ho yahaan ek paap likha jaa raha hai.

Neha ab Varun ki godi mein thi—poori tarah nangi, sirf mangalsutra uske cleavage mein chamak raha tha. Uska soft jism Varun ke hard, garam body se chipka hua tha. Uske boobs thoda bounce kar rahe the har saans ke saath, nipples tight aur erect.
Varun ne apna mota, throbbing lund uske andar guide kiya tha. Neha ki chut tight aur garam thi, jisme wo dheere-dheere slide kar raha tha.
Neha ne apni aankhen ek pal ke liye band ki aur phir dono haathon se Varun ke shoulders pakad liye. Uski kamar automatically hilne lagi. Dheere se upar uthti, phir neeche girti—Varun ka lund uske andar ghus kar uske har wall ko rub karta.
“Ahhh… ohhh Varun… uhhhhnnn…” Neha ke lips se raw moans nikal rahe the. Uska face flushed tha, baal face pe chipak gaye the, lips parted aur wet the.
Varun ka face bhi lust se bhar gaya tha. Usne dono haathon se Neha ke hips tight pakad liye aur usse aur hard neeche push karne laga. Har thrust pe khatiya zor se karakti—thak… thak… thak…—jaise wo bhi Neha ke pace ko match kar rahi ho.
Varun ke lips se husky moans nikal rahe the, “Ohhh f*** baby… ride me… haan… aur… aur tez…”
Neha ab wild ho gayi thi. Uske andar ka guilt, dard, sab ek second ke liye vanish ho gaya. Sirf ek intense desire thi jo usse control kar rahi thi. Uski kamar ab fast rhythm mein upar-neeche jump kar rahi thi, boobs crazy bounce kar rahe the. Har motion pe uske nipples Varun ke chest ko brush karte aur dono ke lips se mixed moans nikalte.
Neha ne ekdum tight Varun ke neck ko hug kar liya, uske shoulders pakad ke apna jism aur fast ride karne lagi. Har bounce pe wo ek wild scream karti:
“Ahhhhhh… yessss… ohhhh god… Varun… haaaa!”
Varun bhi lose control ho gaya, uske haath uske ass cheeks ko tight squeeze kar rahe the. Usne Neha ke ear ke paas groan kiya, “F*** Neha… you’re killing me… ride harder!”
Aur wahi kone mein, Sahil ek patthar ki tarah khada tha. Uski saansen ruk-ruk ke chal rahi thi, body uncontrollably shake kar rahi thi. Uske haath apne lund ko ab tight stroke kar rahe the, eyes se tears aa gaye the.
Uske dimaag mein guilt tha—“Ye meri biwi hai, meri Neha… aur main sab dekh raha hoon chup chaap…”—par uska lund ab apne control ke bahar tha. Har moan, har slap sound, har bounce usse aur horny kar raha tha. Uski legs weak ho rahi thi, saans fast thi, body ka control toot raha tha.
Neha ab completely wild thi—uski kamar non-stop ride kar rahi thi, uske lips Varun ke lips pe crash hue, dono aggressively kiss karne lage. Cum, sweat, moans—sab ek hi storm mein blend ho gaya tha.
Varun chillaya, “Yesss baby, ride me, ride my f***ing lund… ahhhhhh!”
Aur Neha bas scream karte rahi—“Ohhhhhh Varunnnnn… uhhhhhhnnnn!”—jaise uska dil, uska jism aur uska guilt ek hi waqt mein phat raha ho.

Khatiya ab zor-zor se karah rahi thi, jaise uski purani lakdi bhi samajh gayi ho ke upar kya tufaan chal raha hai.

Varun ne Neha ko apni godi se uthakar dheere se khatiya par lita diya. Uska nanga jism pura spread ho gaya, boobs side mehse bounce kar gaye, nipples abhi bhi erect aur thode sensitive the. Uski saansein fast thi, aankhen aadhi band, lips red aur swollen the—ekdum guilty aurat jo ab pure lust mein convert ho chuki thi.
Varun uske upar chadha, dono pairon se khatiya ke dono side pakad liye aur apna lund seedha uske entrance par rakha. Usne apna face neeche laakar Neha ko deep kiss kar liya—ekdum possessive aur hungry. Neha ke hoth uske mooh ke against compress ho gaye, dono ki saansein ek dusre mein ghul gayi.
Varun ne uske lips suck kiye, phir neck pe kisses daale. Fir usne directly boobs pakad liye, dono haathon se squeeze karta raha—kabhi left, kabhi right.
“Ahhhhhh…” Neha ka moan nikal gaya.
Varun ne ek nipple apne mooh mein liya, aur usse aggressively suck karne laga—kabhi teeth se halka bite, kabhi zubaan se circle. Dusra hand se wo dusra boob tight squeeze karta raha. Neha ka jism arch ho gaya, usne apni kamar neeche se upar uthayi jaise aur demand kar rahi ho.
“Varun… ahhhh… ohhhh god… stop… uhhhnnnn… nahi, bas mat karo… ahhhhhh!” Uske words ekdum contradictory the—lips protest kar rahe the par body usse aur tight hug kar rahi thi.
Varun ne bina rukhe apna lund uske andar push kar diya. Ek hi thrust mein deep andar tak ghus gaya.
“Ahhhhhh f***!” Neha cheekh uthi, uska jism ekdum stretch ho gaya.
Varun ne pace banani shuru ki—hard, deep thrusts jo khatiya ko zor zor se hilane lage. Har thap ke sath Neha ke boobs bounce karte, aur Varun kabhi unhe squeeze karta, kabhi bite. Wet slap sounds aur moans haveli mein gungunane lage.
“Thap! Thap! Thap!”
Neha ne apne dono pair Varun ki kamar ke ird-gird lapet liye. Uske thighs tight ho gayi thi, ankles cross kar ke usne Varun ko apne andar trap kar diya.
“Uhhhhnnn… haaaa… Varun… aur… aur hard…!”
Varun ab wild ho gaya tha—uske haath kabhi uske boobs squeeze karte, kabhi dono nipples bite karte, aur har thrust ke sath uska lund Neha ke andar tak jata.
“F*** baby… tumhari chut toh heaven hai… tight, wet… main pagal ho raha hoon…” Varun moan karte hue bola.
Neha ke lips se sirf raw screams nikal rahi thi—“Ohhhhhh… ahhhhhh… yesss… aur… aur… haaahhhhhh!”
Uski back arch ho gayi thi, uske nails Varun ke back ko scratch kar rahe the, uske legs usse aur jor se apne andar daba rahi thi.
Corner mein Sahil ab apna control khota ja raha tha. Uske haath fast stroke kar rahe the, aankhon se aansu gir rahe the, lekin uski body horniness se shake kar rahi thi. Usne apni biwi ko aise kabhi nahi dekha tha—aur us moment mein guilt aur lust dono usko cheer rahe the.



Varun ka pace ab aur zyada brutal ho chuka tha. Haveli ke andheron mein bas ek hi awaaz gunj rahi thi—khatiya ki karah, skin slap ka thap-thap aur Neha ke moans jo ab control ke bahar nikal rahe the.

“Thap! Thap! Thap!”
Har thrust ke sath khatiya hilti, kabhi corner se lakdi ki crrrkkk awaaz aati, jaise wo bhi todne ke kagar par ho. Varun ne apna weight Neha ke upar daal diya, uske dono haath se uski kalaiyan pakad kar unhe head ke side press kar diya.
“Baby… ab tum poori meri ho… samjhi? Yeh jo baby tumhare andar hai, mujhe pakka lagta hai mera hi hai,” Varun ne husky voice mein kaha, uske lips Neha ke kaan ke paas brushing karte hue.
Neha ne aankhen band kar li, uske chehre se guilt ke aansu beh rahe the, lekin uske lips se nikal raha tha—
“Ahhhh… ohhhh… haaahhhhhh… aur… aur…”
Varun uski nipples pe apni zubaan fer raha tha, kabhi bite karta, kabhi suck karta, aur har bar Neha ka jism arch ho jaata. Uske boobs sweat se shine kar rahe the, nipples ab swollen aur red ho gaye the. Varun ne ek pal ko unhe dono haath se squeeze karke dono nipples ek saath bite kiye.
“Ahhhhhh! Varun!” Neha cheekh uthi.
Uske dono pair ab bhi Varun ki kamar ke ird-gird tight the, jaise usne apne andar bandh liya ho. Varun ne apna lund aur hard push kiya, ab har thrust balls tak andar jata tha. Wet squelching sound gunj rahi thi—schhlup, schlup—jaise Neha ka jism usse poori tarah soak kar raha ho.
“Fuckkk… tumhari chut toh juice factory ban gayi hai… baby tumne mujhe pagal kar diya,” Varun moan karta hua bola.
Neha sirf scream karti rahi—“Haaahhhhhh… aur… aur deep… main… main aa rahi hoon…”
Varun ne pace aur tez kar diya. Usne apne haath Neha ke thighs ke neeche ghusa diye aur unhe spread karke aur bhi open kar diya, fir uske hips pakad ke jackhammer jaisa thrust karne laga.
“THAP! THAP! THAP!”
Neha ka poora body shake kar raha tha, uske boobs zor zor se bounce kar rahe the, uske nails Varun ke shoulders ko scratch karte ja rahe the. Har thrust ke sath uski awaaz aur loud hoti gayi.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh f***… yessss… main… main abhi… abhi aane wali hoon!”
Aur phir—ek wild scream ke sath Neha ka orgasm phat gaya. Uske legs uncontrollably kick karne lage, uski chut Varun ke lund ko spasm karke squeeze kar rahi thi. Uski back ekdam arc ho gayi, boobs sky ki taraf point kar rahe the, aur uske hothon se bas raw cry nikla—
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
Usi moment mein, Varun bhi lose ho gaya. Usne ek final thrust mara, apna lund balls tak andar push kiya aur phir garm, thick cum Neha ke uterus ke andar flood kar diya.
“Yessssss… take it all baby… ahhhh fuckkkkkk!”
Neha ka jism ab bhi orgasm ke aftershocks mein twitch kar raha tha, uski chut se cum leak ho kar khatiya ki purani chadar par tapakne laga.
Aur kone mein… Sahil.
Uska haath ab rapid speed se stroke kar raha tha, aankhon se aansu beh rahe the, par uska lund throbbing aur precum se bhara tha. Jaise hi Neha ne apni scream nikali aur orgasm mein collapse kiya, Sahil bhi corner mein silent moan ke sath cum kar gaya—apne hi boxer ke andar, apne hi haath mein, chhup kar.
Uske lips se bas ek broken whisper nikla—
“Neha…”
Aur us moment mein guilt, pleasure, aur betrayal ek hi saath uske andar phat gaye.


Khatiya ke upar Neha bilkul thaki hui padi thi. Uska jism ab bhi halki si tremble kar raha tha—Varun ke cum se bhara hua, uski thighs ke beech se ab bhi halki-halki leak ho raha tha. Uska face sweat aur aansuon ka mix tha, hair messy, lips swollen… ek aisi image jo guilty bhi thi aur dangerous sexy bhi.

Varun abhi bhi uske upar jhukkar uski gardan pe soft kisses kar raha tha, kabhi nipples ko squeeze kar leta, kabhi uske face pe lazy bite. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi wo possessive shine thi.
“Baby, tum nahi jaanti… tum mere liye kya ho. Ab toh confirm hai… tumhare andar mera hi hissa pal raha hai,” Varun ne husky voice mein kaha, uski cheek ke paas lips rakhte hue.
Neha ne aankhen band karke deep saans li. Ek second ke liye wo uske arms mein bilkul chup rahi, jaise surrender kar rahi ho. Lekin phir usne apna haath uthakar Varun ke chest ko zor se push kar diya.
“Bas, Varun. Bohot ho gaya.” Uska tone thoda broken tha, par strong bhi. “Main yahan kis liye aayi thi, yaad hai? Mujhe bas ek hi cheez chahiye thi—yeh jaan’na ki mere baby ka baap kaun hai. Aur kuch nahi.”
Varun ne uske face ko apne dono haathon se hold kiya, eyes mein mischievous smile.
“Arre… abhi toh maza start hua tha. Tumhe lagta hai main tumhe aise hi chhod dunga?”
Neha ka patience break ho gaya. Usne uska haath apne face se hata diya, aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye.
“Enough, Varun. Abhi ke abhi mujhe hospital le chalo. Jo karne aaye the, wahi karo. Aur kuch nahi. Mujhe aur koi game nahi chahiye.”
Varun ne ek second ke liye uski aankhon mein dekha—phir hansi chhupa kar, shirt uthakar pehn li.
“Fine, madam. Jaise aap hukum. Lekin fees toh maine already le li hai, hai na?” Usne wink kiya aur apna belt tighten kiya.
Neha chup rahi. Usne bas apne kapde uthaye, jaldi-jaldi pehne. Uske haath kaanp rahe the, par uski aankhon mein ab determination tha.
Haveli ke dusre corner mein, Sahil ab bhi chupchap tha. Uske haath abhi bhi sticky the, aankhen shock aur horniness ke mix mein red. Usne sab kuch dekha tha—apni biwi ko ek aur insaan ke neeche moan karte hue, aur ab usse phir se hospital le jaaya jaa raha tha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Uske mann mein ek khayal baar-baar ghoom raha tha—
“Kya main khud hi is sab ka asli villain hoon? Jo kuch hua… uska raasta maine hi to banaya.”
Varun ne Neha ko ek arm se hold kiya aur usse haveli ke bahar le aaya. Purani diwaron ki moistened smell ab bhi hawa mein thi, khatiya ab bhi un dono ke sweat aur cum ke mixture se bhari hui thi.
Bahaar aake car khadi thi. Varun ne door open kiya aur bola,
“Chalo baby, ab chalte hain. Tumhara sach mil hi jaayega.”
Neha ne ek deep saans li, uski aankhen niche thi, lekin uske steps firm.
“Bas. Ab koi baat nahi. Seedha hospital.”
Car start hui, aur raaste ke dhool–mitti ke saath dono apni journey hospital ki taraf nikal gaye… peeche chhod kar wo haveli, jo ab unke raaz ki ek aur gavaah ban gayi thi.

[sushilt20]

Beautiful update and nice story

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro...

mast story ja rahi hai....

[Ayush01111]

Yaha bhi biwi dhokjebaaz randi or galat pati ko hi dimha rahe ho kyu imandar nahi ho sakti biwi

[Jhakaas12]

Bhai update do yr bahut time ho gya

[dragonslair]

thanks for continuing this story

[pragya_rao]

All stories r very nice, loved it

[Vishu2729]

Next update

[abhishek.kumar]

Next update please

[dragonslair]

bring back Kartik too

[Tushar@134]

Next Update please

[abhishek.kumar]

Very nicely written story...

[Tushar@134]

Update please

[sushilt20]

Waiting for update

[dragonslair]

waiting for next updates

[grp2200]

Jaldi update do bhai