Adultery Mumbai: City of dreams

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Anil Sharma hamesha ki tarah subha jaldi uth ke office jaane ki tayyari kar raha tha, wo ek 37 saal ka single aadmi tha jisne hamesha shaadi karne se bahane banaye the, Anil ke maa baap indore mein rehte the aur Anil Mumbai mein. Anil highly educated tha jiske life mein paiso ka bohot jyada mahatva tha. Anil ke maa baap ne kaafi sacrifice kar ke Anil ko IIT bheja tha aur Anil ne bhi unka naam roshan kiya jab usse Mumbai mein ek tagde package pe naukri lagi. 

Dekhte dekhte Anil ka work experience 10+ years hogaya aur uska package aaj 1 crore ka tha, par umar bhi 37 hogayi thi. Anil mirror ke samne khada yahi soch raha tha. Usne chechre pe ek nazar ghumai toh thodi safed daadhi aur mooch dikh rahi thi. Usne upar dekha toh uske kaafi baal chale gaye the. Anil ki height 5'6 inch thi aur weight 65 kg. Anil hamesha se patla tha aur sports mein kabhi nahi tha. Uska poora dhyan padhai par tha toh kabhi GF bhi nahi thi. 

Anil ne khud ki halat dekhi par fir bhi chechre pe ek smile aayi, uska package 1 crore ka hai. Uske saath wale uske aas pass bhi nahi the career mein. Ant mein paisa hi sab kuch hota hai. Anil ko pata tha har samasya ka hal paisa hai. Anil Mumbai mein 10 saal rehne se wo kaafi open minded tha. Uske maa baap aur rishtedaar kaafi saalo se uske peeche pade the shaadi ke liye. 

Anil abhi tak 3-4 ladkiyo se mila tha par usse koi pasand nahi aayi, wo ladkiya kafi old college thi jo uske maa baap ko pasand aayi par Anil ko toh ek modern aur sundar ladki chahiye thi. Uski soch thi ki uske salary ke liye wo deserve karta hai. Anil hamesha ki tarah breakfast kar ke office ke liye nikal pada apni car mein. Jaate jaate usne apna Bandra ka flat dekha, haan ji Anil ka BAndra jaise costly area mein ek flat tha jo ki 10 crore ka tha. Anil ko pata tha chahe kuch bhi ho ye achievement koi usse le nahi sakta. 

Anil kuch der baad office pocha aur kaam mein busy hogaya. 

Shaam ko Anil ghar ko nikla aur thodi der baad hi Mumbai ke traffic mein fass gaya, thodi der mein usse ek call aya jo uske mama ka tha.


Mama: Hello Anil beta

Anil: Ji mama kaise ho aap?

Mama: Main theek hu beta, busy ho kya?

Anil: Nahi boliye na, haesha ki tarah traffic mein fasa hu
 
Mama: Arey tujhe toh pata hai, jab tak tu shaadi nahi karta hum rukne wale nahi hai

Anil: Hahaha.....Ji mama

Mama: Arey mere pehchaan ki ek family hai, wo bhi Sharma hi hai apne tarah. Unki beti bhi shaadi ki hai aur maine unhe tere baare mein bata diya hai. Mumbai ke hi rehne wale hai. 

Anil: Arey mama yaar mujhe nahi karni shaadi

Mama: Par main toh teri shaadi karwa ke hi marunga

Anil: haha....Mama marne ki baat mat karo

Mama: Toh bol ladki dekhne jayega

Anil: Pata nahi yaar......

Mama: Main unhe haa bol raha hu

Anil: Theek hai iss weekend ka bol dijiye

Mama: Done. Love you bhaanje

Anil: haha... love you mama


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Anil ghar poch jata hai aur hamesha ki tarah uske maid aakar khana bana deti hai jo kha ke wo soo jata hai. Uska roj ka yahi routine tha. Dekhte dekhte weekend aagaya. Anil ke mummy papa bhi indore se Mumbai aagaye uske mama ke saath. Subha saare log Anil ki car mein ladki dekhne chale gaye Malvika ke ghar. 

Usne socha tha ki sirf ek formal “rishta dekhne” ka drama hai, par mama ne phone pe itna pressure daala tha ki usne finally “theek hai, mil leta hoon” bol diya tha. Car Malvika ke society ke gate pe ruki. Anil ne mirror mein apne baal theek kiye (jitne bache the), shirt ke button check kiye aur ghabraate hue andar gaya. Lift mein jaate waqt uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. 7th floor pe bell bajayi.

Darwaza khula aur Malvika ki mummy ne muskurate hue welcome kiya. Hall mein baithte hi Anil ki nazar yaha waha daudne lagi. Malvika ke mummy ne jor se aawaz lagayi............"Malvika beti jara bahar aana"

Sab ki nazar attached bedroom ki taraf gayi aur Malvika bahar aayi aur hall mein khadi ho gayi.

Anil ke samne Malvika khadi thi.

Anil ke paon wahin jam gaye.

Wo 5'9" thi, bilkul seedhi, confident khadi, ek cream colour ka anarkali suit pehne hue. Suit ka fabric silky tha, jo uske body pe perfectly fit ho raha tha. Deep V-neck tha jisme se uska fair, flawless cleavage thoda sa dikhai de raha tha. Kameez tight thi, uski 34-26-36 ki figure ko har inch highlight kar rahi thi. Uske lambe baal side se ek taraf gir rahe the, aur wo ek badi si jhumka pehne hue thi jo har baar sar hilane pe halke se hil raha tha.

Anil ki saans ruk gayi. Uska muh khula reh gaya.

Malvika ne dheere se smile ki aur aage badh kar namaste kiya. Uski awaaz mein ek natural husk thi, “Namaste Anil ji… aaiye na.”
Anil haklata hua, “Haa… haan… namaste.” Usne haath jod liye, par nazar upar nahi uth rahi thi. Wo seedhe uske hips ki taraf dekh raha tha – anarkali ka flare bilkul perfect tha, lekin uski toned thighs aur curvy waist clearly dikh rahi thi.

Malvika ne notice kiya. Wo muskura di aur apne baal peeche karti hui boli, “Aap thake hue lag rahe hain… baithiye na.”

Anil sofa pe baitha, lekin uska dimaag kaam nahi kar raha tha. Uske saamne Malvika ab cross-leg baith gayi thi. Jaise hi wo baithi, uska anarkali thoda sa upar uth gaya aur uski fair, smooth calf aur ankle dikhne lage. Usne high heels pehni thi – nude colour ki, jo uski height ko aur lambi kar rahi thi.

Anil ki aankhein wahin atak gayi. Usne socha, “Ye… ye real hai kya? Itni lambi, itni hot… aur main… main toh 5'6" ka ganja hoon…”

Malvika ne coffee ka cup aage kiya. Jab wo aage jhuki, uska neckline aur thoda neeche chala gaya aur Anil ko uski black lace bra ka hint dikh gaya. Anil ke samne uske bade milky boobs the jo dekh ke usko paseena aane laga. 

Uska dil zor se dhadka. Usne jaldi nazar hata li, lekin Malvika ne pakad liya. 

Wo dheere se hasi aur boli, “Aap bohot sharma rahe hain, Anil ji. Relax kijiye.”
Anil ne coffee pi, par haath kaamp rahe the. Usne upar dekha toh Malvika usko seedhe aankhon mein dekh rahi thi, ek naughty si smile ke saath. Jaise wo keh rahi ho, “Mujhe pata hai tum mujhe kitna ghoor rahe ho.”

Phir Malvika khadi hui aur boli, “Chaliye, balcony mein baat karte hain? Yahaan sab log hain.”

Anil ne haan mein sar hilaya aur uske peeche chala. Balcony mein jaate waqt usne peeche mud kar dekha – Malvika ki curvy hips anarkali mein itne perfectly hil rahe the ki Anil ke hosh hi udd gaye. 

Usne apne aap ko kosha, “Abe tu 37 saal ka ho gaya hai, itna kyun ghabra raha hai?”

Balcony mein dono side-by-side khade hue. Mumbai ki garmi mein bhi Malvika ki khushboo (koi expensive perfume) Anil ke naak mein ghus rahi thi. Wo thoda aage jhuk kar railing pe haath rakh rahi thi, jisse uska suit aur tight ho gaya aur uski perfect round hips clearly dikhne lagi.

Anil chup tha. Malvika ne side se dekha aur dheere se boli, “Aapko main… pasand aayi?”

Anil ka gala sookh gaya. Usne bas sar hilaya – zor se upar-neeche.

Malvika hans padi. Uski hasi mein ek alag si masti thi. Usne apna phone nikala aur boli, “Selfie le lete hain? Pehli mulaqaat yaad rahegi.”

Jab camera on hua, Malvika uske bilkul paas aa gayi. Uske shoulder uske shoulder se touch ho gaye. Anil ko laga current laga ho. Malvika ne apna haath uski kamar pe rakh diya photo ke liye. Anil ki saari body mein siharan daud gayi.

Photo ke baad Malvika ne dheere se uske kaan mein kaha, “Mujhe bhi aap bohot pasand aaye, Anil ji. Mature, settled… aur bohot cute.”
Anil ke paas se nikalte waqt usne jaan-boojh kar apna haath Anil ke haath se touch kiya. Malvika ka haath galati se balcony mein ek toy ko laga jo neeche gira, usse uthane Malvika neeche jhuki aur uski gaand aur ubhar ke Anil ke samne thi. Anil paseene se lat pat ho gaya aur usse apni kismat par vishwas nahi ho raha tha. Itni lambi, itni sexy, itni gori, itni badi gaand aur boobs, itni open minded. 


Anil wapas hall mein aaya toh uska chehra laal tha, saans tez chal rahi thi.

Uske mama ne poocha, “Kya hua beta? Thand lag gayi kya?”

Anil ne bas itna kaha, “Mama… chalo chalte hai.”

Anil aur uska pariwar waha se chal diye.

Us raat jab wo flat mein lauta, Anil bed pe pada aur bas ek hi cheez dimag mein ghum rahi thi – Malvika ka wo anarkali, wo smile, wo touch.
Usne phone uthaya aur mama ko call kiya, “Mama, rishta pakka. Kabhi mat bolna ki maine jaldi nahi maani.”

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Malvika apne room mein bed pe leti thi, ceiling fan ko ghoorte hue. Anil gaya tha, par uska woh awkward sa chehra aur woh dubla patla shareer abhi bhi uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha.

“Ye kon sa uncle bhej diya mummy-papa ne?” usne khud se boli, phir pillow pe muh daba ke chillayi.

Thodi der baad wohi leti rahi, phir uth ke living room mein gayi. Mummy kitchen mein thi, papa newspaper padh rahe the.

“Mummy, papa… mujhe yeh shaadi nahi karni!” Malvika ne seedha bol diya.

Mummy ne kadhai side mein rakhi, “Arre kya hua ab?”

“Woh… woh bilkul pasand nahi hai mujhe! Kitne buddhe lag rahe the! Main uske saath kaise rahoongi?”

Papa ne newspaper neeche kiya, chashma utara, “Malvika, hum dono ke beech bhi toh 9 saal ka difference hai. Teri mummy mujhse chhoti hai. Hum khush hain na?”

Mummy ne bhi saath diya, “Haan beta, umar se kya hota hai? Dil se dil takraar honi chahiye. Aur waise bhi… Anil ka package 1 crore hai. Soch, tu zindagi bhar aish karegi. Jo marzi khareedegi, jahan marzi ghumegi.”

Malvika gusse mein boli, “Mujhe paisa nahi, pyaar chahiye! Aur woh bhi… mujhse 15-16 saal bada hoga!”

Papa ne thandi saans li, “Beta, pyaar toh waqt ke saath ho jaata hai. Aur dekh, humne already haan kar di hai. Rishta pakka ho gaya hai. Ab naa bolna thodi si sharamnak baat hai.”

Mummy aage badhi, Malvika ke kandhe pe haath rakha, “Tu itni sundar hai, itni talented hai… Anil jaise insaan ko toh khush rakhna tere liye left hand ka khel hai. Thoda sa adjust kar le beta. Tere papa thik keh rahe hain, woh tujhe haatho-haath rakhega. Kabhi koi kami nahi hone degi.”

Malvika chup ho gayi. Uske aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par usne roka.

“Main… main sochti hoon,” woh dheeme se boli aur wapas apne room mein chali gayi.

Darwaza band karke woh bed pe gir padi.

Phone uthaya, apni best friend ko call lagaya.

“Priya… mujhe shaadi karni pad rahi hai ek 37 saal ke uncle se… aur mummy-papa nahi maan rahe…”

Phir woh khamosh ho gayi.

Dusri taraf se sirf ek lambi saans aur ek hi sentence aaya:

“Welcome to middle-class Indian arranged marriage, baby girl.”

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Shaadi ki date fix ho gayi thi, sirf 45 din baad. Ghar mein pandit ji aaye, card chhapne lage, designer lehenge ki booking ho gayi. Malvika ab roz “meeting” ke naam pe Anil se milti thi, kyunki mummy-papa bolte the, “Thoda toh ek doosre ko jaan lo.”

Pehli baar coffee shop mein mile toh Malvika late aayi, black crop top aur high-waist jeans mein. Anil pehle se baitha tha, shirt ke button khol ke, paani peete hue nervous.

Malvika table pe baithi aur seedha phone nikaala.
“Dekhiye, aapko meri purani zindagi ke baare mein pata hona chahiye. Warna baad mein shock na lage.”
Phir usne folder khola: “My Portfolio.”

Ek-ek karke photos dikhane lagi.

• Bikini shoot in Goa, samundar ke kinare, wet hair, body pe paani ki boondein.
  
• Lingerie campaign, black lace bra-panty, high heels, red lips.
  
• Ramp walk video, backless blouse, deep neck, camera flash mein uska perfect figure chamak raha tha.
  

Anil ka chehra dekhte hi dekhte laal ho gaya. Haath se paani ka glass pakda toh haath kaanp rahe the. Paseena uski forehead pe aa gaya, AC ke bawajood.
Malvika muskura ke boli, “Yeh sab main chod rahi hoon aapke liye. Ab sirf ghar aur aap.”

Anil ne gallery mein ek photo zoom kiya, jismein Malvika side pose mein thi, waist se neeche kuch nahi tha sirf ek thin saree pallu. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
“Ye… yeh… bohot bold hai,” woh haklate hue bola.

Malvika ne phone wapas liya, dheere se uske haath pe haath rakha aur boli,
“Wo sab chodo. Bas ab aap decide karo… in photos ko delete kar dun ya aapke phone mein rakh dun memory ke liye?”

Anil ne ek lambi saans li, paseena pochha, aur dheeme se bola,
“Rakh… rakh lo. Delete mat karna.”

Malvika hans padi, “Good boy.”

Phir coffee khatam karke uthi aur boli,
“Chaliye ab, aapke ghar chalen? Aapko mera wedding lehenga try karna hai… aur shayad kuch aur bhi try karna ho.”

Anil ka dil zor se dhadka. Woh chupchap uske peeche chal pada, jaise koi sapna dekh raha ho.



Ab yeh daily ka routine ban gaya tha.
Shaam ko 8 baje, Anil apni Creta leke Malvika ke ghar ke neeche pahunchta.

Horn nahi bajata, bas ek “I’m here” WhatsApp karta aur wait karta.

5 minute baad Malvika neeche aati, har roz kuch na kuch nayi: kabhi short skirt, kabhi off-shoulder top, kabhi bodycon dress jo uske curves ko bilkul chhupati nahi thi.

Anil darwaza kholta, Malvika andar baithti, seat belt lagati, aur jaise hi belt uske cleavage ke beech se guzarta, Anil ki nazar wahi atak jaati.

Phir woh jhat se nazar hata leta, steering pakad ke seedha dekhne lagta, jaise sadak pe koi khoj kar raha ho.

Car mein silence.

Malvika phone pe reels dekhti, kabhi-kabhi hans padti.

Anil side se uski nangi thighs dekhta, phir sharma ke aankhein hata leta.

Ek baar Malvika ne skirt thodi si aur upar kar li (jaise galti se), Anil ka haath gear pe kaanpne laga.

Coffee shop pahunchte-pahunchte Anil ka shirt gale tak geela ho jata paseene se.

Table pe baithte hi Malvika apne phone mein gallery kholti aur bolti,
“Aaj yeh wala shoot dekho… Maldives mein kiya tha.”

Photo mein Malvika bikini mein thi, back towards camera, bikini string knot khula hua, hips pe haath.

Anil photo dekhta aur bas “hmm… wow… amazing” bolta rehta, aankhein badi-badi karke.

Malvika paon se paon chhoo deti table ke neeche, uska sandal utar ke uske calf pe touch karti.
Anil ka pura badan current lag jata, woh chair pe seedha baith jata, haath table pe rakh ke chhupane ki koshish karta ki kuch ho raha hai neeche.

Ek baar Malvika ne coffee peete hue dheere se bola,
“Anil ji… aap itna ghoorte kyun ho? "

Anil ne coffee muh mein hi rehne di, khaansi chhoot gayi.
“Arre nahi-nahi… aise hi… matlab… bohot sundar lagti ho tum…”

Malvika hans ke boli,
“20 din baad toh haq ban jayega pura. Abhi itna darr kyun rahe ho?”

Anil ne napkin se muh pochha, paseena pochha, aur bas smile karke bola,
“Thoda time do na… abhi toh sirf mangetar ho…”

Malvika ne aankh maari,
“Sirf 20 din. Tick-tock, uncle ji.” Hahaha

Anil raat ko ghar jaake bhi chain se nahi sota tha.

Phone mein Malvika ke photos save karke dekhta rehta, dil zor-zor se dhadakta, par himmat nahi hoti ek bhi flirty message karne ki.
Bas ek hi message jaata tha har raat 11 baje:
“Good night ❤️”

Aur Malvika reply karti: “Sweet dreams… future husband ?”

Anil phone side mein rakh ke blanket odh leta aur sochta,
“Yaar… yeh ladki mujhe maar dalegi.”

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Mumbai ke ek luxury 5-star hotel mein, Taj Lands End ke grand ballroom mein Anil aur Malvika ki shaadi chal rahi thi. Poora hotel chamak raha tha—jhilmilate chandelier, phoolon ki bhaari decorations, aur high-society guests ka mela. Sabki nazar sirf ek insaan par thi: Malvika.

Malvika har function mein jaise aag laga rahi thi.

Haldi mein usne yellow off-shoulder lehenga pehna tha, jisme uski toned shoulders aur deep cleavage dikhai de raha tha. Mehndi ke din ek backless emerald green blouse ke saath heavy lehenga—uski kamar itni perfect ki log photo lene ke bahane paas aa rahe the. Lekin asli dhamaka toh sangeet night ko hua.

Sangeet ke liye Malvika ne ek shimmery silver deep-neck gown pehna tha. Neckline itni gehri thi ki uske full, rounded boobs ka acha khasa part dikh raha tha—cleavage itna prominent ki har baar jab wo dance floor par aati, music bhi dheema lagne lagta. Wo jab apne friends ke saath “London Thumakda” par thumke laga rahi thi, uska gown har move ke saath thoda aur slip ho raha tha, aur uske perfect figure ki har curve sabke saamne aa rahi thi.

Guests ke groups mein sirf ek hi baat ho rahi thiwhispering, side-eyes, half-smiles.

“Arre yaar, ye Anil ko kaise mili be?” ek uncle apne dost se poochta, glass ghumate hue.
“Package 1 crore+ hai na, bro. Paisa bolta hai,” doosra hansta hua jawab deta.
“Warna aisa maal toh kisi model ya actor ke saath hota, ye toh bilkul average hai—height bhi kam, looks bhi theek-thaak.”
“Chutiya hai poora, bas ameer baap ka beta.”

Ye baatein Anil tak pahunch rahi thi. Wo bar ke paas khada tha, apne friends ke saath drink lete hue, lekin har baar jab koi group uski taraf dekhta aur phir Malvika ki taraf, uska dil thoda aur dhas jaata. Wo smile karta, jaise kuch suna nahi, lekin andar se uska confidence bilkul toot raha tha.

Uske college ke dost toh seedhe mazak uda rahe the.

“Abey Anil, tu ne toh jackpot laga diya yaar!” Rohan ne shoulder thapthapate hue kaha, lekin awaaz mein sarcasm saaf tha.

“Haan be, ab toh raat ko darwaza lock karna padega, koi utha na le teri biwi ko,” Vikram hans pada.

“Arre uski kamar dekh, uske… arre yaar, tu handle kaise karega itna premium stuff?” teesra dost Siddhant ne aankh maari.

Anil muskurane ki koshish karta, “Haan yaar, main bhi soch raha hoon…” par uski awaaz mein confidence nahi tha. Wo Malvika ko door stage par dance karte dekh raha tha—wo jab bhi ghumti, uska gown uske curves ko aur highlight karta, aur saari nazarein us par hi atki thi. Log uske saath selfies lene ke liye line laga rahe the, male guests thoda zyada hi paas khade ho rahe the.

Anil ko har baar lag raha tha ki wo is jagah fit nahi hai. Wo apna 5'6" ka kad dekh kar sochta—jab Malvika heels mein hoti hai toh usse 4-5 inch oonchi dikhti hai. Usne socha tha ki paisa, status, sab cover kar lega, lekin ab lag raha tha ki har koi ye hi soch raha hai: “Iska toh luck hai, warna ye kabhi deserve nahi karta itni hot biwi ko.”

Wo apna drink ek saans mein khatam karta hai, aur Malvika ko door se dekhta hai—wo hans rahi hai, pose de rahi hai, bilkul center of attention. Aur Anil sirf ek corner mein khada, apne dostों ke mazak aur guests ki gossip ke beech, apna confidence roz thoda aur khota ja raha tha.

Shaadi ki khushi mein bhi ek kadwahat ghul gayi thi.

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Shaadi ki raasmein khatam hone ke baad, reception Taj Lands End ke open lawn mein rakha gaya tha. Evening ka waqt tha—December ki thandi hawa, golden fairy lights se sajaya lawn, aur door samundar ki lehron ki awaaz. Poora ambience romantic aur glamorous tha, lekin sabki nazar sirf Malvika par thi.

Malvika ne reception ke liye ek stunning red off-shoulder gown pehna tha—fabric silky aur body-hugging, neckline itni low ki uska deep, creamy cleavage bilkul boldly dikh raha tha. Har baar jab wo hans ti ya haath utha kar pose deti, gown thoda aur slip hota aur uske full breasts ka curve aur prominent ho jata. Uske long wavy hair open the, red lips, aur high heels mein wo 5'9" ki height par aur bhi dominating lag rahi thi. Anil ke bagal mein khadi wo jaise koi Bollywood heroine lag rahi thi, aur Anil… well, apne black tuxedo mein theek-thaak, lekin uske 5'6" ke kad ki wajah se wo uske bagal mein thoda chhota lag raha tha.

Stage par couple baitha tha, white floral sofa par. Ek ke baad ek guests aa rahe the—photo lene, badhai dene, aur jaate-jaate kuchh na kuchh comment.

Pehle young cousins aur friends aaye. Ladkiyan Malvika se hug karti, “Bhabhi, killer lag rahi ho!” aur ladke thoda nervous smile dete hue sirf “Congratulations” bol kar nikal lete.

Phir bari aayi uncles ki.

Ek mota sa uncle, Anil ke papa ke dost, stage par aaya. Pehle Malvika ke saath photo liya—usne apna haath Malvika ki bare back par rakh diya, thoda zyada der tak. Phir Anil ki taraf mud kar, badi si muskan ke saath bola, “Arre beta Anil, badhai ho! Bahut badi zimmedari utha li hai tu toh.”
Anil ne confused smile diya, “Thank you uncle.”

Uncle ne aankh maari, awaaz thodi oonchi kar ke, “Sambhal payega na beta itna bada… matlab itni badi responsibility? Bahut energy chahiye hoti hai aajkal.”
Uske saath wale doosre uncle hans diye. Malvika ne politely smile kiya, lekin uski aankhon mein thodi si discomfort thi.

Agla uncle aaya, drink haath mein liye. Photo ke baad Anil ke kaan mein fudak kar bola, “Wah beta, jackpot laga diya. Ab toh gym join kar le, warna ye Maldives honeymoon mein thak jayega tu!”
Aur hansne laga jaise bohot bada mazak maara ho.

Teesra uncle toh seedha Malvika ko dekhte hue bola, “Bhabhi ji, Anil ko sambhal ke rakhna, wo toh seedha saada ladka hai. Maldives ja rahe ho na? Wah, romantic jagah hai… bahut enjoy karna.”
Phir Anil ki taraf mud kar, dheemi awaaz mein lekin itni ki paas wale sun lein, “Beta, wahan AC on rakhna, garmi mat lagne dena… warna jaldi thak jaayega tu.”

Har comment ke saath Anil ka chehra thoda aur laal ho raha tha. Wo haath jod kar “Thank you uncle” bolta, smile karta, lekin andar se uska dil doob raha tha. Wo jaanta tha sab kya imply kar rahe hain—ki wo Malvika jaise hot aur sexy biwi ko satisfy nahi kar payega, ki uska stamina nahi hai, ki wo physically match nahi karta.

Malvika stage par baithi sab sun rahi thi. Wo apne gown ka neckline thoda adjust karti, lekin uska confidence kam nahi ho raha tha. Balki thoda irritation dikh raha tha uske chehre par. Wo Anil ki taraf dekhti aur uska haath dabati, jaise keh rahi ho “Ignore karo”, lekin Anil ki nazar neeche jhuki hui thi.

Ek baar jab ek uncle ne kaha, “Arre Anil, tu toh ab raat ko chain se soyega nahi… itni sundar biwi jo hai,” toh Malvika ne finally muskurate hue jawab diya, “Uncle, Anil bahut caring hai. Sab theek rahega.”

Lekin uski awaaz mein bhi ek thodi si defensive si tone thi.

Reception khatam hone tak Anil poora silent ho chuka tha. Lawn ki lights mein Malvika ab bhi chamak rahi thi—uski red gown, uska cleavage, uski height—sab kuchh logon ke dimaag mein baith chuka tha. Aur Anil ke dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi: ab Maldives jaana hai. Wahan prove karna hai ki wo in sab comments ke laayak nahi hai.

Lekin andar se uska confidence bilkul khatam hone ki kagaar par tha.


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Maldives ke private resort mein Anil aur Malvika ka overwater villa tha. Din mein wo beach pe relax karne gaye. December ka mausam perfect tha—dhूप tez lekin hawa thandi, samundar bilkul neela aur saaf.

Malvika ne apna suitcase kholte hi saare sexy swimsuits nikale the. Aaj usne ek black string bikini pehna tha—top itna chhota ki uske full, firm breasts ka zyadatar hissa dikh raha tha, side ties barely cover kar rahe the. Bottom bhi high-cut tha, uski lambi toned legs aur curvy hips ko aur highlight kar raha tha. Uske flat stomach par navel piercing chamak raha tha, aur long wavy hair beach waves mein khule hue the. Sunglasses lagaye, wo jaise koi international model private beach pe shoot kar rahi ho.

Anil ne simple blue trunks pehne the. Wo bilkul patla tha—chest flat, arms thin, aur scalp par baal bhi kaafi kam the, thoda balding lag raha tha. Uske bagal mein khadi Malvika usse ek head lambi lag rahi thi. Dono haath mein haath daale beach pe chal rahe the, sunbeds par baithe.

Beach pe aur bhi couples the—mostly foreign tourists, kuchh Indian honeymooners. Jaise hi Malvika aur Anil paas se guzarte, logon ki nazar ruk jaati.

Ek German couple sunbed par baitha tha, husband apni wife ke kaan mein kuchh bola aur dono Malvika ko dekhte rahe. Wife ne bhi surprised expression diya. Door ek American couple cocktails pee raha tha, husband ka muh khula reh gaya, wife ne elbow maara lekin khud bhi stare kar rahi thi.

Kuchh Indian couples mein wives apne husbands ko glare kar rahi thi ki “dekho kitna stare kar rahe ho”. Ek newlywed Indian husband toh phone nikaal kar chupke se Malvika ki photo lene laga.

Anil sab feel kar raha tha. Wo Malvika ka haath tightly pakad kar chal raha tha, lekin uska chehra laal ho raha tha. Wo jaanta tha log kya soch rahe hain—ki ye patla, chhota, ganja sa aadmi is supermodel jaise aurat ke saath kaise? Sugar daddy lag raha hoga shayad.

Malvika ko bhi thoda awkward lag raha tha, lekin wo confident thi. Wo apna bikini thoda adjust karti, smile deti logon ko, aur Anil ke bagal mein aur chipak kar chalti, jaise keh rahi ho “yes, he’s my husband”.

Shaam ko villa mein dinner ke baad first night thi honeymoon ki.

Room mein dim lights, balcony se lehron ki awaaz, bed par rose petals. Malvika ne red lace lingerie pehna tha—bra sheer thi, nipples dikh rahe the, aur thong barely kuchh cover kar raha tha. Wo Anil ko kiss karte hue bed par le gayi.

Anil excited tha, lekin nervous bhi. Wo Malvika ke body ko choone laga, uske breasts dabaye, kiss kiya neck par. Malvika bhi respond kar rahi thi, usne uska underwear utara aur uske upar chadh gayi.

Jaise hi wo andar gaya, Anil ka excitement peak par pahunch gaya. Sirf 20-25 seconds mein hi uska body tense ho gaya. “Malvika… sorry…” wo bas itna bol paya aur jhad gaya.

Malvika upar se hati, uske chehre par disappointment saaf thi. Wo kuchh nahi boli, bas side let gayi. Anil uske paas aane ki koshish ki, “Baby, sorry… next time better hoga… jet lag hai shayad…”

Malvika ne “it’s okay” bola, lekin awaaz mein udaasi thi. Wo sheet odh kar uski taraf peeth kar ke let gayi, aankhein khuli hi rahi uski. Bahar lehrein chal rahi thi, villa mein silence tha.

Anil bhi guilty feel kar raha tha, ceiling ko dekhta raha. Uske dimaag mein reception ke uncles ke comments ghoom rahe the—“sambhal payega na beta?”

Pehli raat honeymoon ki, aur Malvika disappointed aur unsatisfied soyi. Anil jaanta tha ki ab poore honeymoon yahi pressure rahega.

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Maldives ka poora honeymoon week Anil aur Malvika ke liye mixed feelings wala tha. Har din naya activity, naya view, lekin raat mein wahi disappointment.

**Day 1 – Romantic Dinner on the Beach**
Resort ne private beach dinner arrange kiya tha—candlelight, white linen table, waves ke saath background music. Malvika ne black backless halter dress pehna tha, side slit itna high ki uski toned thighs har step mein dikh rahi thi. Cleavage deep, hair open. Waiters bhi baar-baar uski taraf dekhte. Anil ne try kiya compliment dene ka, lekin doosre tables se log stare kar rahe the. Raat ko villa mein foreplay shuru hua, Malvika ne uske upar chadh kar ride karna shuru kiya—45 seconds mein hi Anil jhad gaya. Malvika chupchaap side hui, phone scroll karne lagi.

**Day 2 – Wine Tasting & Spa**
Afternoon mein wine tasting session tha. Malvika ne white off-shoulder sundress pehni, short length, no bra—har baar jab wo glass uthati, dress slip ho jata. European couples ke group mein baith kar wine taste kar rahe the, ek French couple openly Malvika ko compliment de raha tha. “You look like a supermodel!” Husband ne kaha. Anil uncomfortable smile deta raha. Raat ko Malvika ne mood banaya, usne Anil ka 4-inch ka lund muh mein liya blowjob dene—sirf 15 second mein hi Anil ka body tense hua aur bed par uska cum nikal gaya. Malvika shocked thi, usne tissue se muh ponchha aur bina bole bathroom mein chali gayi.

**Day 3 – Scuba Diving**
Morning scuba diving. Malvika ne neon pink bikini pehni, rash guard ke saath lekin zip half open. Instructor, ek tall, muscular Maldivian ladka named Ahmed, uske equipment adjust karte waqt extra touchy tha. “Ma’am, your body is perfect for diving,” bol kar uski waist par haath rakh diya. Underwater bhi Ahmed Malvika ke paas-paas rehta, signals dete waqt uska haath uske thigh par chala jata. Anil door se ye sab dekh raha tha, uska mask andar se fog ho gaya gusse aur insecurity se. Raat ko sex try kiya—53 seconds mein khatam.

**Day 4 – Snorkeling**
Snorkeling ke liye Malvika ne emerald green monokini pehna—side ties, back completely open. Boat par doosre honeymoon couples the, sab Malvika ko hi dekh rahe the. Ek Australian guy ne openly kaha, “Mate, your wife is stunning!” Anil ne “thanks” bola lekin andar se jal raha tha. Instructor ne phir Malvika ko extra help di—uske fins adjust karne ke bahane uski legs par haath pherte. Raat ko Anil ne try kiya zyada der tak hold karne ka—1 minute 10 second, record bana uske liye. Malvika ne sarcastic “wow” bola aur peeth fer li.

**Day 5 – Deep Sea Fishing**
Fishing trip par Malvika ne white crochet bikini top aur denim shorts pehne. Boat par crew members uske saath selfies lene ke liye line laga rahe the. Jab Malvika ne ek bada fish catch kiya, sab ne cheer kiya aur uske around crowd ho gaya. Anil side mein khada silently reel ghuma raha tha. Ek crew member ne Malvika ke kaan mein kuchh bola, wo has di. Anil ne poocha baad mein, “Kya bola usne?” Malvika ne casually kaha, “Bas compliment diya.” Raat ko foreplay mein Malvika ne blowjob try kiya dobara—socha shayad better hoga—lekin 12 second mein hi Anil bed par jhad gaya. Malvika frustrated ho kar balcony mein chali gayi, wine peene.

**Day 6 – Tennis**
Resort ke tennis court par match khela. Malvika ne pink sports bra aur tiny white skirt pehni—har serve mein skirt udti, black thong dikh jata. Court ke side mein baith kar dekhne wale log badh gaye. Coach ne Malvika ki grip correct karne ke bahane uske behind se haath rakh kar demonstrate kiya. Anil opposite side se sab dekh raha tha, uska game bilkul kharab ho gaya. Wo har baar miss kar raha tha. Match haarne ke baad Malvika ne usko hug kiya, lekin Anil ka mood off tha. Raat ko sex—58 seconds.

**Day 7 – Last Day**
Poora din relax kiya, beach walk, photos. Malvika red bikini mein thi, log ab openly gossip kar rahe the: “That poor guy… how did he land her?” “Must be rich.” “She deserves better.” Anil sab sun raha tha. Last night Malvika ne final try kiya—slow foreplay, oil massage, teasing. Blowjob diya softly—15 second mein hi Anil ejaculate kar gaya bed sheet par. Malvika ne kuchh nahi bola, bas shower liya aur packing shuru kar di.

Week bhar mein Malvika ki disappointment badhti gayi. Wo ab Anil se thodi doori bana rahi thi—baatein kam, touches kam. Anil guilty aur insecure feel kar raha tha. Honeymoon khatam hone ka time aa gaya, lekin unka physical intimacy bilkul fail ho chuka tha. Maldives ki beautiful memories ke saath ek badi disappointment bhi saath ja rahi thi ghar.

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Maldives se Mumbai wapas ki flight lambi thi. Business class mein dono side-by-side seats par baithe the, lekin poori flight mein shayad hi dus baatein hui hongi.

Anil takeoff ke ek ghante baad hi blanket odh kar so gaya. Uski saansein dheemi aur regular thi, jaise honeymoon ka koi tension hi nahi tha. Malv parableekin aankhen khuli thi. Wo window seat par baithi thi, bahar andhera tha, sirf clouds dikhte the. Headphones lage the lekin music off tha. Poore 7 ghante uska dimaag bas ek hi sawal ghuma raha tha:

“Kya maine galati kar di shaadi kar ke?”

Honeymoon ki har raat yaad aa rahi thi—Anil ka 30-40 second mein khatam ho jana, uska guilty chehra, uski “sorry baby, next time” wali baatein. Wo sochti thi ki shayad starting mein aisa hota hai, lekin ek hafta beet gaya aur kuchh badla nahi. Wo frustrated thi—physically, emotionally. Wo 26 saal ki jawan aurat thi, jiske body mein abhi bhi modeling days ki energy thi, aur uska husband bed mein bilkul satisfy nahi kar pa raha tha.

Wo apne aap se poochti rahi—paisa, security, family pressure… kya sirf iske liye shaadi ki? Kya usne apni khushi compromise kar di?

Flight land hui. Mumbai ki garmi aur traffic ne unka swagat kiya. Dono ghar pahunch gaye—Bandra West mein unka naya 3 BHK flat, sea-facing, modern interiors, Anil ke paise se fully furnished. Pehle din toh thodi excitement thi—luggage unpack, gifts baantne, relatives se milna. Lekin ek hafta beet te hi routine set ho gaya.

**Daily routine aisa tha:**

Subah 7 baje Anil uth kar gym jata (ab seriously try kar raha tha body banane ki), office ke liye nikal jata. Malvika 9 baje tak so, coffee peete hue balcony mein baithi phone scroll karti, Instagram par Maldives ki photos post karti—perfect couple wali, jisme wo dono has rahe the, caption “Best honeymoon ever ❤️”.

Din mein Malvika ghar par hi rehti—kabhi yoga, kabhi friends se lunch, kabhi shopping. Shaam ko Anil 8 baje tak wapas aata. Dinner bahar ya ghar par, thodi TV, thodi baatein, aur phir bedroom.

Bedroom mein bhi wahi—Anil try karta, foreplay thoda zyada karta ab, lekin result same. 1 minute se zyada nahi tikta. Malvika ab openly frustrated dikhati thi—sigh karti, side ho jati, phone utha leti. Anil guilty feel karta, usko hug karne ki koshish karta, lekin Malvika door ho jati.

Society mein bhi unki jodi discussion ka topic ban gayi thi.

Bandra ki high-society building thi—kaafi celebrities, models, businessmen rehte the. Lift mein, parking mein, morning walk ke time log Malvika ko dekhte reh jaate.

Ek aunty ne toh seedhe neighbor se kaha, “Arre wo Malvika na? Jo model thi? Uska husband toh bilkul simple lagta hai… height bhi kam, body bhi patli. Kaise manage kar leti hogi?”

Morning walk karte waqt do aunties gossip kar rahi thi:
“Package toh acha hoga uska… 1-2 crore toh kama hi raha hoga.”
“Haan, warna aisa maal kahan milta aise ladke ko?”

Gym mein bhi ladke Malvika ko dekhte—wo ab tightne tight leggings aur sports bra mein workout karti. Trainer usko extra attention deta. Ek baar toh trainer ne kaha, “Ma’am, aap toh abhi bhi ramp walk kar sakti hain!” Malvika has di, lekin andar se aur frustrated hui.

Society ke young lads bhi lift mein Malvika ke saath aane ki koshish karte, baatein karne lagte. Ek baar 22-23 saal ka ladka bola, “Bhabhi, aap toh bilkul heroine lag Oopar se neeche tak scan kiya usne.

Anil sab notice kar raha tha. Wo office se thaka hara aata, aur ghar par bhi tension. Malvika ab usse thodi coldly behave karti thi—baatein kam, touch kam, sex toh bilkul rare ho gaya tha.

Do mahine beet gaye the shaadi ko. Flat mein sab kuchh perfect tha—furniture, view, lifestyle. Sirf unka rishta perfect nahi tha.

Malvika raat ko aksar balcony mein akeli baithi rehti, Mumbai ki lights ko dekhti, aur sochti—ab kya karein? Kaise adjust kar le?

Aur Anil apne study room mein baitha late night work karta, guilt aur insecurity ke saath. Wo jaanta tha ki uski wife khush nahi hai. Lekin uske paas koi solution nahi tha.

Unka “happily married” ka facade social media par toh chamak raha tha, lekin andar se sab kuchh khokhla ho chuka tha.

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Shandaar update and nice story and waiting for next update

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Malvika ne ek din subah balcony mein baithi coffee peete hue finally decide kar liya—ab aur ghar par baithi frustration mein doobna nahi hai. Ye uski life hai, aur wo khud kuchh karna chahti hai. Modeling career toh shaadi ke baad waise bhi khatam hi ho chuka tha—ab 26 ki umar mein wapas ramp par jaana practical nahi tha. Wo graduate thi (B.Com from a decent Mumbai college), aur usne socha HR ka field perfect rahega—people skills toh uske paas hain, communication strong hai, aur modeling ke dino se confident bhi.

Usne apna LinkedIn update kiya, resume banaya—modeling experience ko “brand ambassador” aur “public relations” ke roop mein highlight kiya, aur HR executive ya coordinator ke posts ke liye apply karna shuru kar diya. Pehle small aur mid-scale companies target ki, kyunki big MNCs mein competition zyada hota.

Interview calls aane lage.

Pehla interview ek Andheri ki small IT firm mein tha. Malvika ne formal white shirt aur black pencil skirt pehni—shirt ke upar ke do buttons open (uski aadat jo thi), skirt knee-length lekin body-hugging. Jaise hi wo interview room mein ghusi, panel mein baithe do ladke (ek HR head aur ek manager) dang reh gaye. Unki nazar uske face se seedha cleavage par chali gayi.

HR head ne resume dekhte hue bhi baar-baar upar dekhta, “So Malvika, tell us about yourself…” aur beech mein hi compliment, “By the way, you look very… professional. Modeling ki thi na pehle?”

Malvika ne politely smile diya, “Yes sir, but now I want to build a corporate career.” Phir wo flirt wale hints ignore karti rahi—jab manager ne kaha, “Aap jaise good-looking log HR mein aaye toh employee retention apne aap badh jaayega,” toh wo has kar taal gayi, “Sir, retention skills se badhti hai, looks se nahi.”

Doosra interview ek Bandra ke startup mein—CEO khud interview le raha tha, 30-32 saal ka confident ladka. Usne poora time Malvika ko scan kiya, coffee offer kiya, personal questions poochhe—“Husband kya karte hain? Honeymoon kab gaye the?” Malvika ne short answers diye, professional rahi.

Teesra interview ek mid-size logistics company mein tha, Lower Parel mein. Wahan panel mein ek middle-aged uncle type tha jo openly flirt kar raha tha—“Beta, aap toh bilkul heroine lagti ho, HR mein kya karogi?” Malvika ne calmly jawab diya, “Sir, main recruitment, employee engagement aur payroll manage karungi, acting nahi.”

Kaafi interviews mein aisa hi chalta raha—log uski beauty se distracted ho jaate, questions se zyada compliments dete, ya extra time lete interview khatam karne mein. Malvika har baar ignore karti, confident rehti, aur apni skills par focus rakhti—communication, organization, people handling ka experience modeling events se batati.

Finally, ek decent mid-scale marketing agency ne usko select kar liya. Office Bandra mein hi tha, 10-minute drive from home. Job title: HR Executive. Salary shuru mein 40k per month (uske liye zyada nahi tha, lekin independence ke liye kaafi), 5-day week, work from home option bhi kabhi-kabhi. Work stressful nahi tha—recruitment, onboarding, employee queries handle karna, events organize karna.

Pehle din office jaate waqt Malvika ne socha—ab life mein kuchh purpose hai. Ghar par sirf Anil ke mood aur disappointment ka wait nahi karna padega.

Anil ko ye idea acha laga—usne support kiya, “Good yaar, time pass bhi ho jaayega tera.” Lekin andar se usko thoda dar bhi tha—ab Malvika office jaayegi, naye logon se milegi, confident aur beautiful dikhegi… lekin usne kuchh nahi bola.

Malvika office join kar chuki thi. Subah 10 se shaam 6 tak ka routine, colleagues ke saath lunch, kabhi team outings. Wo ab ghar par bhi thodi khush rehti thi—kam se kam din ka hissa toh apna tha.

Life mein ek nayi shuruaat ho chuki thi, bhale hi shaadi ke andheri taraf abhi bhi shadows the.


Malvika ka first day tha office mein. Subah woh mirror ke saamne khadi hui, carefully ready ho rahi thi. Usne ek sleek black pencil skirt pehni jo knee ke just upar khatam ho rahi thi—fabric stretchy aur body-hugging, uski curvy hips aur badi, gol gaand ko perfectly outline kar rahi thi. Upar white fitted blouse, V-neck thoda deep, jisme se uske big, milky boobs ka upper swell aur cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Light makeup—red lipstick, kohl-lined eyes, hair loose waves mein. High heels pehne toh uska 5'9" ka figure aur killer lag raha tha. Wo jaise koi corporate photoshoot ke liye ready ho.

Office Bandra ke ek modern building mein tha. Jaise hi Malvika lift se nikli aur glass door khol kar andar ghusi, reception se le kar poora open floor ekdam silent ho gaya. Log apne desks par baithe the, lekin sabki nazar us par atki.

Receptionist ladki bhi dang reh gayi, “Hi… aap Malvika ma’am? Welcome!”

Malvika ne smile diya aur HR manager ke cabin ki taraf badhi. Chalte waqt uski heels ki tak-tak aur skirt mein tight gaand ka sway—poora floor dekh raha tha. Kuchh ladke toh apni coffee chhod kar seedhe khade ho gaye.

HR manager, ek 40 saal ka uncle type insaan, usko welcome karne aaya. Introduction ke time uski nazar baar-baar uske boobs aur cleavage par ja rahi thi. “Welcome Malvika, aap… bahut impressive lag rahi ho,” bola aur haath milate waqt thoda zyada der pakda.

Phir team introduction. Pehle ek young team lead, 28-30 ka ladka named Rohan, aaya.
“Hi Malvika, welcome to the team!” Usne smile di aur openly upar se neeche scan kiya. “Waise, aap pehle modeling karti thi na? Bilkul waisa hi lag raha hai.”
Malvika ne has kar bola, “Thank you, lekin ab full-time HR mode mein hoon.”

Doosra employee, marketing team se Aryan, introduction ke time thoda zyada bold tha.
“Damn, office mein aaj se motivation level double ho gaya,” bola aankh maarte hue. “Lunch mein join karogi na?”

Malvika ne professionally handle kiya, “Sure, team lunch ho toh definitely. Abhi kaam pe focus karte hain.”

Phir uncles—the senior ones. Finance head, 50+ ka uncle, usko desk tak chhodne ke bahane aaya. “Beta, aap jaise young talent ki zaroorat thi company ko,” bola aur nazar uski skirt-se outline hoti gaand par. “Koi help chahiye toh seedha mere paas aana.”

Ek doosra uncle cabin se nikla aur corridor mein rok kar bola, “Arre wah, nayi HR hai? Bahut achi choice ki company ne.” Aur openly uske boobs ko dekhta raha.

Canteen mein coffee break ke time bhi log ghoor rahe the. Malvika jab queue mein khadi thi, peeche wale ladke uski gaand ko dekhte hue apas mein whisper kar rahe the, “Bhai, ye skirt mein toh perfect hai… dekh kitna round hai.”

Koi uske blouse ke tight fit se boobs ka shape notice kar raha tha—milky white skin, deep cleavage mein thodi si lace bra dikh rahi thi.

Malvika sab notice kar rahi thi, lekin wo cool rahi. Compliments aaye toh “Thank you” boli, flirt wale hints ignore kiye, aur apne system setup, onboarding documents, team meetings pe focus kiya. Usne apne aap ko prove karna tha ki wo sirf looks nahi, kaam bhi kar sakti hai.

Shaam 6 baje jab wo office se nikli, poora floor ek baar phir usko jaate hue dekhta raha—skirt mein uski gaand ka sway, heels ki awaaz, confident walk.

Ghar jaate waqt car mein baithi toh muskurayi—thodi si nervousness thi subah, lekin ab confidence aa gaya tha. Office mein attention toh milega hi, lekin wo apna kaam achhe se karegi.

First day successful tha. Ab ye naya chapter shuru ho chuka tha.

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Malvika shaam ko 6:30 baje ghar pahunchi. Heels utarte hi kitchen mein ghusi, Anil already ghar par tha, sofa par baitha phone scroll kar raha tha. Malvika excited thi first day ke baare mein batane ko.

“Sun na, office mein sab bohot welcoming the!” wo kitchen se bolti hui salad bana rahi thi. “Team mein kaafi young log hain, Rohan, Aryan… sab ne properly introduce kiya. Canteen mein bhi sab saath baithe lunch kiya.”

Anil ne “hmm” kiya, phone se nazar nahi uthayi. Stock market ka chart dekh raha tha.

“Ek uncle type finance head bhi the, bohot help kar rahe the system setup mein,” Malvika continue karti rahi. “Aur waise, sab bole ki office mein energy aa gayi hai aaj se.”

Anil ne finally phone side mein rakha, “Acha? Good na. Khana jaldi bana, bhookh lagi hai.”

Malvika ka excitement thoda kam ho gaya. Wo chupchaap dinner serve karne lagi. Khaane ke dauran bhi Anil phone check karta raha, office mails dekh raha tha. Malvika ne do teen baar aur kuchh batane ki koshish ki, lekin baat aage nahi badhi.

Dinner ke baad bedroom mein dono ready hue. Lights dim, AC on. Routine sex—5-6 minute ka foreplay, Anil ne try kiya, Malvika ne bhi cooperate kiya, lekin jaise hi penetration hua, 40-45 second mein hi Anil khatam. Malvika ne kuchh nahi bola, side ho gayi. Anil ne “good night” bola aur 2 minute mein kharrate lene laga. Malvika ceiling dekh kar leti rahi, phir phone utha kar Instagram scroll karne lagi. Neend der se aayi.

Next day se routine set ho gaya.

Subah Anil 7 baje gym aur office. Malvika 9 baje uth kar ready ho kar 10 baje office. Shaam 6-6:30 tak ghar. Dinner. Thoda TV ya phone. Sex try karte toh 1 minute se kam mein khatam, warna seedha so jaate.

Office mein Malvika ka craze badhta gaya.

Roj colleagues flirt karne ki koshish karte—light compliments, extra smiles, lunch mein uske paas baithna, coffee offer karna.

Rohan roz subah “Good morning, beautiful” bolta. Aryan canteen mein uske plate mein extra fries daal deta, “Aapko pasand hai na?” Malvika politely handle karti, smile deti lekin baat aage nahi badhne deti.

Uncles bhi kam nahi the. Finance wala uncle roz corridor mein milta toh “Arre Malvika ji, aaj phir se killer lag rahi ho” bolta, nazar uske tight skirt ya deep-neck top par. Ek baar toh lift mein akela pada aur bola, “Beta, tumhare jaise log company mein aaye toh hum log bhi young feel karte hain.”

Ladke uski figure ko taadte rehte—jab wo whiteboard par likhti, peeche se uski gaand ka shape skirt mein perfect dikhta. Jab wo desk par jhuk kar laptop dekhti, cleavage saaf dikh jata. Pantry mein coffee banate waqt bhi 2-3 ladke achanak paas aa jaate, bahane se.

Lekin koi line cross nahi karta tha. Sab professional boundary mein hi rehta—flirty comments, stares, lekin unwanted touch ya direct proposal nahi.

Ek shaam dinner ke baad Anil aur Malvika society compound mein walk kar rahe the. Malvika ne simple black tank top aur leggings pehne the—body-hugging, uski curves clearly visible. Anil tracksuit mein, phone haath mein.

Gate ke paas do watchmen khade the—ek 40 saal ka, doosra 50+ ka buddha type. Jaise hi Malvika paas se guzri, dono ki nazar us par atak gayi. Wo uske swaying hips aur toned legs ko dekhte rahe.

Jab couple thoda door nikal gaya, watchmen aapas mein dheemi awaaz mein gossip karne lage.

“Arre yaar, ye wahi nayi bhabhi hai na? Building 7 mein rehne wali.”

“Haan re, kya maal hai be! Model lagti hai poori.”

“Uska pati dev toh bilkul patla dubla hai… buddha sa bhi lagta hai thoda. Ye itni jawan aur hot biwi ko kaise sambhalta hoga?”

Doosra hans kar bola, “Sambhalta kaise hoga be? Raat ko thak jaata hoga 2 minute mein hi. Aise aurat ko toh koi jawan mard chahiye jo poori raat…”

“Shhh… awaaz dheere, sun lega koi.”

Dono hansne lage, Malvika ko door jaate hue dekhte rahe.

Anil aur Malvika walk karte hue ghar ki taraf badh rahe the. Anil ko kuchh sunai nahi diya tha. Malvika ne shayad thoda awaaz sun liya, lekin usne ignore kar diya. Dono lift mein chadh gaye, flat mein ghus kar apne apne phone utha liye.

Ek aur din khatam ho gaya. Life chal rahi thi—surface par sab normal, andar se khokhli.



Malvika office join kiye hue teen hafte beet chuke the. Wo ab routine mein set ho chuki thi—subah sharp 10 baje pahunchti, desk par baith kar mails check karti, recruitment calls leti, aur team ke saath interact karti.

Ek Friday tha. Office mein thodi casual vibe thi kyunki weekend tha. Malvika ne ek navy blue fitted dress pehna tha—knee length, sleeveless, neckline square cut lekin thoda deep, jisme uska cleavage tastefully dikhai de raha tha. Dress body ko perfectly hug kar rahi thi, uski slim waist aur curvy hips ko highlight karte hue. Hair open, light makeup, red lipstick.

Shaam ko 5 baje ke aaspaas team ne decide kiya ki weekend kickoff ke liye pantry mein coffee aur snacks karte hain. 8-10 log gather hue—Rohan, Aryan, finance wala uncle, do teen ladkiyan, aur Malvika.

Coffee banate waqt Aryan (wohi marketing wala bold ladka) Malvika ke bilkul paas aa gaya. Pantry chhoti thi, toh bahana bana kar wo uske peeche khada ho gaya, coffee mug mein sugar daalte hue.

“Malvika, aaj toh killer lag rahi ho,” Aryan ne dheere se kaan mein bola, itna ki sirf wo sun sake. “Ye dress… specially weekend ke liye pehna hai kya?”

Malvika ne muskurate hue mug ghumaya, “Thank you Aryan, bas casual Friday hai na.”

Aryan ne thoda aur paas aate hue, counter par haath rakh kar usko thoda trap karne jaisa kiya. “Waise, weekend plans kya hain? Husband ke saath bahar ja rahi ho ya… free ho?”

Usne awaaz mein thodi teasing tone rakhi, nazar uske lips aur phir cleavage par chali gayi.

Malvika ko thoda awkward laga, lekin wo handle karna jaanti thi. Wo side hui, counter se hat kar, smile ke saath boli, “Haan, husband ke saath hi plans hain. Family dinner. Tumhare?”

Aryan ko lag gaya ki seedha rejection nahi, lekin hint clear tha. Wo hans pada, “Arre kuchh special nahi, bas friends ke saath. Agar kabhi bore ho jao toh bata dena, Bandra mein bohot achhi jagah jaanta hoon.”

Usne aankh maari aur coffee le kar side ho gaya.

Paas mein khada Rohan ye sab dekh raha tha. Usne Malvika ki taraf dekha aur light smile di, jaise sympathy ya “I told you he’s like that” wali.

Finance wala uncle bhi wahan tha, usne poora scene notice kiya. Coffee lete hue Malvika ke paas aaya aur protective tone mein bola, “Beta, Aryan thoda over-smart hai, ignore karna. Tum jaise decent ladki ke liye ye sab nahi chalta.”

Malvika ne has kar “It’s fine uncle, main handle kar leti hoon” bola.

Incident chhota tha, lekin Malvika ko realize hua ki office mein flirt ka level dheere-dheere badh raha tha. Aryan ne pehli baar itna direct try kiya tha—pehle sirf comments tak limited tha.

Ghar jaate waqt car mein wo sochti rahi—ye sab normal hai ya boundary cross ho raha hai? Abhi tak koi serious nahi tha, lekin agar badhe toh kaise handle karegi?

Shaam ko ghar pahunchi toh Anil kitchen mein tha. Malvika ne dinner ke time ye incident bataya, “Aaj office mein Aryan ne thoda flirt kiya, weekend plans poochha.”

Anil ne plate mein khana daalte hue casually bola, “Aisa toh hoga hi, tu itni beautiful hai. Ignore kar na.”

Malvika chup rah gayi. Usne umeed ki thi ki shayad thoda jealous feel karega ya protective, lekin Anil ka reaction bilkul flat tha.

Us raat bhi routine sex try kiya—40 second mein khatam. Malvika ne socha, office mein log flirt kar rahe hain kyunki unmein attraction hai, aur ghar par husband ko koi farak nahi padta.

Frustration aur badh gayi.



Malvika office join kiye hue ek mahina ho chuka tha. Wo ab team mein comfortable ho gayi thi—recruitment drives handle kar rahi thi, employee engagement events plan kar rahi thi. Rohan, wo 29 saal ka team lead, shuru se hi uske saath extra friendly tha. Good morning messages, lunch mein paas baithna, compliments—sab light tha, lekin noticeable.

Ek Thursday tha. Office mein quarterly review meeting khatam hua tha conference room mein. Sab log nikal rahe the, lekin Malvika ko kuchh files arrange karne the. Rohan bhi ruk gaya, bahane se help karne ke liye.

Conference room mein sirf dono hi bache the. Lights dim thi, projector off. Malvika table par jhuk kar papers collect kar rahi thi—usne aaj ek grey fitted blouse aur black high-waist skirt pehni thi. Blouse ke buttons thode tight the, jhukte hi uska deep cleavage aur milky boobs ka curve saaf dikh raha tha.

Rohan chair par baitha usko dekhta raha, phir khada hua aur paas aaya. “Malvika, tum meetings mein bhi itni focused rehti ho… impressive,” bola aur uske bagal mein khada ho gaya, files uthane ke bahane.

Malvika ne smile diya, “Thanks Rohan, bas kaam hai.”

Rohan ne thoda aur paas aate hue, table par haath rakh kar usko thoda block kar diya. Uski awaaz dheemi ho gayi, “Waise, seriously… tum office aayi ho tab se sabka mood up hai. Main bhi include hoon usmein.”

Usne nazar uske chehre se neeche cleavage par le jaate hue, “Tum jaanti ho na tum kitni hot ho? Husband lucky hai… ya shayad busy rehta hoga?”

Malvika ko ekdam se awkward feel hua. Wo seedhi khadi hui, files haath mein lete hue, “Rohan, ye professional space hai. Aise baatein nahi karte.”

Rohan ne hans kar haath uthaye, “Arre chill yaar, bas compliment tha. Itna serious mat lo.” Phir thoda aur bold hote hue, “Waise, agar kabhi coffee ke liye free ho—office ke bahar—bata dena. No strings, bas baat karne.”

Usne aankh maari aur uske shoulder par lightly haath rakhne ki koshish ki, jaise friendly touch.

Malvika ne turant side hui, haath hata diya, aur firm awaaz mein boli, “Rohan, main married hoon aur ye inappropriate hai. Please aage se aise comments mat karna.”

Rohan ka chehra thoda laal ho gaya, wo peeche hata, “Sorry Malvika, galat samajh gaya shayad. Won’t happen again.”

Wo jaldi se room se nikal gaya.

Malvika akeli reh gayi, uska dil thoda tez dhadak raha tha. Wo table par baith kar saans li—pehli baar kisi ne itna direct aur touch karne ki koshish ki thi. Professional boundary cross ho chuki thi.

Usne decide kiya ki ab ignore nahi kar sakti. Shaam ko ghar jaate waqt usne HR manager (apne boss) ko mail kiya—formally complaint nahi, lekin “uncomfortable situation” mention kar ke guidance maanga.

Boss ne next day call kiya aur Rohan se baat ki. Rohan ne maafi maang li, aur baad mein Malvika se bhi personally sorry bola, “Overstep kar gaya, professional rakhenge aage se.”

Office mein baad mein bhi Rohan thoda door rehne laga—baatein sirf work-related, no more compliments.

Malvika ko relief mila, lekin andar se sochne lagi—office mein attraction toh hai, log notice karte hain, desire karte hain. Ghar par Anil ko shayad farak hi nahi padta.

Us raat Anil ko bataya toh Anil ne casually bola, “Aisa hota hai office mein, handle kar liya na tune? Good.”

Malvika chup rah gayi. Frustration aur badh gayi—koi jealousy nahi, koi possessiveness nahi. Jaise uski wife ke saath flirt ho raha ho, usko koi tension nahi.

Incident khatam ho gaya, lekin Malvika ke dimaag mein ek nayi feeling jag gayi—wo attractive hai, desired hai… sirf ghar par nahi.


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Rohan ke incident ke baad office mein kuchh dino tak sab normal chala. Rohan ab Malvika se sirf work-related baatein karta—mails, meetings mein formal hi. Wo thoda sharminda bhi lagta tha, nazar milane se kabhi-kabhi bachata.

Lekin Aryan ko jab ye baat pata chali (office mein gossip jaldi failta hai), uska attitude badal gaya. Pehle wo light flirt karta tha, lekin ab usmein ek competition si feeling aa gayi. Jaise Rohan ki haar uski jeet ho.

Ek Monday subah team meeting thi. Malvika ne red fitted top aur black skirt pehni thi—top thoda low-cut, uska cleavage tastefully visible. Meeting mein presentation Rohan de raha tha, lekin Aryan baar-baar Malvika ki taraf dekhta aur smile deta.

Meeting khatam hone ke baad Aryan turant Malvika ke desk par aaya. “Malvika, lunch mein chalegi aaj? Nayi Italian jagah khuli hai paas mein, try karte hain.”

Malvika ne politely mana kiya, “Aaj packed lunch hai ghar se, thanks Aryan.”

Aryan ne dramatic sigh kiya, “Arre yaar, Rohan ko toh mauka mila tha coffee ka, mujhe lunch bhi nahi?” Usne awaaz thodi oonchi rakhi taaki paas ke log sun lein.

Rohan door se ye sun raha tha. Usne files band kiye aur paas aaya, “Aryan, zyada smart banne ki zaroorat nahi. Malvika ne clearly bola na wo interested nahi.”

Aryan hans pada, “Arre bhai, tu toh already try kar ke fail ho chuka hai na? Ab meri bari hai.”

Atmosphere ekdam tense ho gaya. Doosre colleagues dekhte reh gaye. Malvika shocked thi—ye dono ab usko le kar openly compete kar rahe the.

Malvika ne firm awaaz mein bola, “Dono please, ye office hai. Main yahan kaam karne aati hoon, kisi ke saath date par nahi. Aage se aise baatein nahi chahiye.”

Aryan ne haath uthaye, “Chill Malvika, bas mazak kar raha tha.” Lekin uski aankhon mein challenge tha Rohan ki taraf.

Rohan ne kuchh nahi bola, bas Malvika ki taraf dekha jaise sorry keh raha ho, aur wapas desk par chala gaya.

Us din ke baad dono mein silent rivalry shuru ho gayi.

- Aryan ab purposely Malvika ke desk par zyada time spend karta—files discuss karne ke bahane, coffee la kar deta, loud compliments deta taaki Rohan sun le. “Malvika, aaj ye dress mein bilkul stunning lag rahi ho.”

- Rohan opposite strategy—wo ab extra professional ban gaya. Malvika ki help karta work mein, emails mein appreciate karta, lekin personally door rehta. Kabhi-kabhi Aryan ko ignore karta ya sarcastic comments maarta, “Kaam pe dhyan do Aryan, flirting se promotion nahi milta.”

Pantry mein ya lift mein jab teeno saath hote, awkward silence hota. Aryan Malvika ko tease karta, Rohan cold stare deta.

Ek baar team outing thi—Friday evening drinks office ke paas bar mein. Malvika mana kar rahi thi jaane se, lekin boss ne sabko insist kiya.

Bar mein Aryan ne Malvika ke paas baithne ki race lagayi, glass offer kiya, “First drink on me!”

Rohan door baitha watch kar raha tha, phir aaya aur Malvika ke dusri side baith gaya. “Malvika, agar koi problem ho toh batao, main drop kar dunga ghar.”

Aryan ne mock kiya, “Arre protector ban raha hai? Wo khud handle kar legi.”

Malvika frustrated ho gayi, dono se thoda door hui aur boss ke paas baith gayi. Usne decide kar liya ki ab team outings avoid karegi.

Office mein gossip bhi shuru ho gaya—ladkiyan bolti, “Ye dono Malvika ke peeche pagal ho gaye hain.” Uncles hans kar comment karte, “Beta ko toh maza aa raha hoga itna attention mil kar.”

Malvika ko ye sab pasand nahi tha. Wo professional rehna chahti thi, lekin dono ki rivalry ki wajah se wo center mein aa gayi thi.

Ghar par Anil ko bataya toh Anil ne phir wahi casual reaction, “Office politics hota hai, ignore kar. Tu beautiful hai toh aisa hoga hi.”

Malvika ko aur gussa aaya—ghar par koi possessiveness nahi, office mein do ladke uske liye lad rahe hain.

Rivalry badhti ja rahi thi, aur Malvika beech mein stuck feel kar rahi thi. Wo sochne lagi—ab kya kare, job chhode ya strict action le? Lekin abhi tak dono ne boundary cross nahi ki thi dobara, bas competition tha.

Tension badh raha tha office ke environment mein.





Malvika ne office ki rivalry ko poora ignore karne ka decide kar liya. Aryan aur Rohan ki competition ab bhi chal rahi thi—kabhi pantry mein indirect taunts, kabhi meetings mein ek doosre ko undercut karna—lekin Malvika sirf professional rahi. Unke messages ka short reply, lunch mein door baithna, aur kaam pe full focus. Dheere dheere dono ko samajh aa gaya ki wo interested nahi hai, toh rivalry thodi thandi pad gayi.

Ab uska frustration nikalne ka naya tareeka tha—gym.

Society ke basement mein ek decent gym tha—treadmill, weights, cross-trainer, aur mirrored walls. Malvika ne evening 7-8 baje ka slot choose kiya. Subah office, shaam gym, phir ghar. Isse uska body aur toned hone laga, aur mentally bhi relief milta.

Pehle din wo gym mein ghusi—tight black sports bra aur high-waist leggings pehne. Sports bra mein uske big, firm boobs perfectly supported the, lekin deep cleavage aur side-boob thoda visible. Leggings uski badi gol gaand aur toned legs ko bilkul hug kar rahi thi. Pony tail, earphones, aur focused expression.

Gym mein 5-6 log the—do uncles (50+ ke retired type), teen young lads (22-25 ke, building mein hi rehte the), aur ek do ladies.

Jaise hi Malvika treadmill par chadhi, poora gym ekdam silent ho gaya. Uncles bench press rok kar dekhte reh gaye. Ladke dumbbells chhod kar mirror se uski reflection dekhne lage.

Ek uncle, Gupta uncle, paas aaya aur “beta, pehli baar? Help chahiye kya form mein?” bola, nazar uske sweat se chamakte cleavage par.

Malvika ne earphones nikale, politely smile diya, “Thank you uncle, main manage kar lungi.”

Lekin uncles aur ladke flirt karne lage.

**Daily scene aisa ban gaya:**

- Gupta uncle roz uske paas wali machine par aata. “Arre beta, ye weight zyada mat uthana, body injury ho jaayegi,” bol kar uski waist ya thighs ki taraf indicate karta.

- Doosra uncle, Sharma uncle, water break mein paas aata, “Malvika ji, aap toh ab regular aa rahi ho. Body bahut achi ban rahi hai… husband ko competition ho jaayegi,” aur gandi hasi hasta.

Young lads zyada bold the.

Ek ladka, Vikrant (23-24 ka, college student), roz Malvika ke treadmill ke paas khada ho jata. “Bhabhi, aapki stamina bahut achi hai… kitne minute run karti ho?” aur nazar uski bouncing boobs par.

Doosra ladka, Sameer, squats ke time mirror ke saamne khada ho jata taaki uski gaand ka view mile. “Bhabhi, form correct karun? Glutes ke liye ye better hai,” bol kar demonstrate karta aur paas aane ki koshish.

Ek baar toh teeno lads ne group bana kar uske around circle kar liya—ek water offer karta, doosra towel, teesra playlist poochta. “Bhabhi, aap single lagti ho gym mein… husband nahi aate kya?”

Malvika har baar politely handle karti. “Haan, wo busy rehte hain. Thank you,” bol kar earphones laga leti aur intensity badha deti. Wo jaanti thi sab uski figure ko ghoor rahe hain—jab wo plank karti, boobs press hote; deadlift mein gaand upar; stretching mein curves highlight.

Anil ko ye sab bataya toh Anil ne phir wahi flat reaction, “Gym mein aisa hi hota hai, log dekhenge. Tu fit reh rahi hai na, good.”

Malvika ko aur irritation hui—ghar par husband ko koi jealousy nahi, bahar sab uske peeche pagal.

Lekin gym jaari rakha. Usne better earphones khareede, zyada intense workout kiya, aur ignore karna seekh liya. Body aur sexy banta ja raha tha—abs define ho rahe the, gaand aur tight, boobs firm.

Society ke gym mein ab uska entry hote hi excitement hota—uncles aur lads time adjust kar ke aane lage. Gossip bhi chalta: “Yaar, wo bhabhi daily aati hai… kya figure hai!” “Uska pati toh bilkul patla hai, gym nahi aata… wo kaise satisfy karta hoga?”

Malvika sab sun leti thi kabhi-kabhi, lekin muskurati aur apna workout complete kar leti.

Gym uski therapy ban gaya tha—frustration nikalti, confidence badhta, aur shayad andar se ek alag si feeling bhi jag rahi thi: wo desired hai, attractive hai, aur log uske liye effort kar rahe hain.

Life chal rahi thi, lekin andar se ek badlaav shuru ho chuka tha.



Malvika ne gym jaana shuru kiya tha sirf 4-5 din hue the. Abhi wo comfortable nahi thi poore tareeke se, lekin determined thi. Ek Wednesday evening, 7:15 baje ke aaspaas wo gym mein ghusi.

Us din usne ek bright pink sports bra pehna tha—deep V-neck style, jisme uske big milky boobs ka cleavage bahut boldly dikhai de raha tha. Sweat absorb karne wala fabric tha, lekin tight fit ki wajah se har breath mein bounce ho raha tha. Neeche black high-waist leggings—uski curvy hips aur perfectly round, badi gaand ko poora highlight kar rahi thi. Pony tail, earphones, aur light sweat already face par.

Gym mein us waqt 6-7 log the. Do uncles side mein cardio kar rahe the, teen young lads weights area mein. Jaise hi Malvika treadmill ki taraf gayi, sabki nazar us par atak gayi.

Wo treadmill par chadhi, warm-up shuru kiya—slow walk se jog. 5 minute mein hi sweat aane laga, sports bra thoda wet ho gaya, cleavage aur shine karne laga.

Tabhi pehli flirt hui.

Ek young ladka, Vikrant (23-24 saal ka, building mein hi rehta tha, college final year), dumbbells chhod kar paas aaya. Wo muscular tha, gym regular, tight vest pehna tha. Wo Malvika ke bagal wale treadmill par chadha aur speed match karne laga.

Pehle toh mirror se usko dekhta raha—uske bouncing boobs, swaying hips. Phir earphones nikale aur smile ke saath bola, “Hi bhabhi! Nayi ho na gym mein? Main Vikrant, same building, 12th floor.”

Malvika ne thoda surprised hoke earphones nikale, speed slow kiya. “Hi… haan, abhi shuru kiya hai. Malvika.”

Vikrant ne openly upar se neeche scan kiya, nazar cleavage par ruk gayi thodi der. “Wah bhabhi, aap toh bilkul fitness model lag rahi ho. Ye sports bra… bohot achha color hai aap par.” Usne aankh maari.

Malvika ko thoda awkward laga, lekin wo has di, “Thank you, bas regular workout ke liye.”

Vikrant ne speed badhaya, ab side se uski gaand ka view le raha tha mirror mein. “Waise bhabhi, stamina bahut achi hai aapki. Kitne minute tak run kar leti ho? Main help kar sakta hoon agar form correct karna ho… especially squats mein, glutes ke liye.”

Usne “glutes” bolte waqt deliberately uski gaand ki taraf dekha.

Malvika ne notice kiya, lekin politely boli, “Thanks Vikrant, main khud manage kar lungi. Abhi warm-up kar rahi hoon.”

Vikrant ne haath nahi uthaya, “Arre no problem bhabhi. Kabhi bhi help chahiye—spotting ya stretching—toh bata dena. Main roz yahin hota hoon evening mein.” Phir thoda bold hote hue, “Waise, husband nahi aate aapke saath? Akele boring nahi lagta?”

Malvika ne speed aur badha di, earphones lagate hue boli, “Wo busy rehte hain. Thanks, bye.”

Vikrant hans kar utar gaya, lekin door se ab bhi usko dekhta raha. Paas mein khade doosre lads usse whisper kar rahe the, “Bhai, tune baat shuru kar di! Kya figure hai yaar… boobs toh…”

Uncles bhi side se dekh kar aapas mein smile exchange kar rahe the.

Malvika ne poora 30 minute workout kiya—treadmill, squats, lunges. Squats ke time uski gaand perfect shape mein upar-neeche ho rahi thi, poora gym usi taraf dekhta tha. Lekin usne ignore kiya, focus rakha.

Workout khatam kar ke wo nikli, sweat se poori chamak rahi thi. Vikrant ne door se “Bye bhabhi, kal milte hain!” bola.

Ghar jaate waqt lift mein wo soch rahi thi—pehli baar kisi ne itna openly flirt kiya gym mein. Thoda uncomfortable laga, lekin saath hi ek strange confidence bhi—log usko notice kar rahe hain, desire kar rahe hain.

Anil ko dinner pe bataya, “Aaj gym mein ek ladka baat kar raha tha, help offer kar raha tha.”

Anil ne phone se nazar uthaye bina, “Acha? Good na, trainer type hoga. Tu fit ho rahi hai, continue kar.”

Malvika chup rah gayi. Us raat bhi routine boring sex—40 second mein khatam.

Lekin gym mein flirt ka silsila ab shuru ho chuka tha. Vikrant roz uska wait karne laga. Pehla incident tha, lekin aakhri nahi.

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Malvika gym jaane ke 10-12 din beet chuke the. Ab uska body aur toned ho raha tha—abs thode define, gaand aur tight aur lifted, boobs firm. Wo ab confident thi gym mein, earphones lage, apna workout karti.

Ek Friday evening, 7:30 baje. Gym mein crowd thoda zyada tha—weekend ki wajah se. Malvika ne aaj black cropped sports bra aur matching high-waist shorts pehne the. Cropped bra mein uska flat stomach poora dikh raha tha, navel piercing chamak rahi thi, aur boobs ka underboob thoda sa visible tha sweat ki wajah se. Shorts chhote the, uski lambi toned legs aur badi gol gaand perfectly highlight ho rahi thi.

Wo squats rack par gayi. Barbell load kiya aur squats shuru kiye—deep squats, gaand peeche jaati, perfect form.

Vikrant already wahan tha. Usne Malvika ko dekhte hi smile di aur paas aaya. Wo bench press kar raha tha, lekin ab khada ho gaya.

“Bhabhi, aaj toh killer look hai!” Vikrant ne dheere se bola, nazar uski sweat se chamakte cleavage aur phir gaand par. “Squats kar rahi ho? Form bahut achi hai… lekin spotting chahiye? Safety ke liye.”

Malvika squats ke beech mein thi, saans lete hue boli, “Thanks Vikrant, main manage kar rahi hoon.”

Vikrant ne aur paas aakar, rack ke side mein khada ho gaya—bilkul peeche. Jab Malvika neeche jaati squat mein, uski gaand uske bilkul saamne aati. Vikrant ne openly dekha, phir bola, “Bhabhi, glutes toh aapke already perfect hain… ye shorts mein toh aur dangerous lag rahe ho. Husband ko pata hai aap aise gym aati ho?”

Malvika set khatam kar ke seedhi hui, sweat ponchhte hue thoda gussa hua lekin control kiya. “Vikrant, personal comments mat karo please. Bas workout pe focus karo.”

Vikrant ne haath jode, badi innocent smile di, “Arre sorry bhabhi, bas compliment tha. Waise… weekend par kya plans? Gym band ho jaata hai Sunday ko, kahin bahar ja sakte hain run pe? Marine Drive?”

Ye direct ask tha—date type proposal.

Malvika ne earphones lagate hue firm boli, “Nahi Vikrant, main married hoon aur plans husband ke saath hote hain. Please aage se aise mat bolo.”

Vikrant ne “Okay okay, chill bhabhi” bola aur thoda door hata, lekin jaate waqt phir ek baar uski gaand ko dekhta raha.

Ye poora scene gym ke do uncles ne notice kar liya—Gupta uncle aur Sharma uncle, dono treadmill par slow walk kar rahe the, lekin nazar weights area par thi.

Jab Malvika stretching ke liye mat par gayi, uncles paas aaye—water break ke bahane.

Gupta uncle ne dheemi awaaz mein Sharma uncle se bola, “Dekha? Wo Vikrant ladka phir uske peeche pada hai. Aaj toh direct pooch raha tha weekend plans.”

Sharma uncle hans kar, nazar Malvika ke stretched body par, “Haan re, ladka jawan hai, kya karega. Ye Malvika bhi kya maal hai—har roz aise kapde pehen kar aati hai, ladkon ka dil dol jaayega hi.”

Gupta uncle ne Sharma uncle ki taraf mud kar, “Par uska pati toh kabhi nahi aata na? Bilkul patla dubla hai wo. Ye itni hot biwi ko akela chhod deta hai gym mein… galti kar raha hai.”

Sharma uncle ne gandi hasi ke saath bola, “Galti nahi, buddhu hai poora. Itni jawan aur sexy biwi… humare time mein toh hum poori raat…”

“Shhh… awaaz dheere,” Gupta uncle ne bola, lekin dono hansne lage. Nazar ab bhi Malvika par thi jo child's pose mein stretch kar rahi thi—gaand upar, boobs mat par press.

Uncles ne aapas mein aur gossip kiya: “Vikrant agar try karta raha toh ek din kaam ban jaayega. Ladki bhi has rahi thi kabhi-kabhi.”

Malvika ne sab sun liya—wo door thi lekin awaaz aa rahi thi. Usne ignore kiya, workout khatam kiya aur jaldi nikal gayi.

Ghar jaate waqt uska mood off tha. Vikrant ka flirt ab bold ho raha tha, aur uncles ki gossip ne usko aur frustrated kar diya.

Anil ko dinner pe bataya, “Aaj gym mein Vikrant ne weekend plans poochhe.”

Anil ne TV dekhte hue casually bola, “Acha? Ladka hai na, try karega. Tu mana kar diya na? Good.”

Malvika ne kuchh nahi bola. Andar se usko lag raha tha—baharsab uske peeche pagal hain, ghar par husband ko koi tension nahi.

Gym ab therapy se thoda complicated ban raha tha. Lekin wo jaari rakhegi—ab toh aur zyada determination ke saath.




Ek Saturday evening ko Anil aur Malvika ne decide kiya ki bahar movie dekhne jaayenge—kaafi dino se routine se bore ho rahe the. Bandra ke PVR mein ek Bollywood romantic comedy lagi thi. Malvika ne specially tayyari ki—ek maroon chiffon saree pehni thi, low-waist, petticoat tight, blouse sleeveless aur deep-neck, jisme uska cleavage aur toned midriff saaf dikh raha tha. Saree pallu thoda loose, har step mein uski curvy kamar aur badi gaand ka sway dikhai de raha tha. High heels mein wo 5'9" ki height par aur dominating lag rahi thi.

Theater mein crowd tha. Ticket counter ki line lambi thi. Anil aur Malvika line mein khade the—Anil aage, Malvika peeche. Anil phone par messages check kar raha tha.

Line dheere dheere badh rahi thi. Tabhi ek 60+ ka buddha aadmi, mota sa, balding, Malvika ke bilkul peeche aa kar khada ho gaya. Pehle toh normal tha, lekin crowd ki wajah se dhakka-mukki shuru hui.

Buddha ne mauka dekha aur dheere se apna haath Malvika ki kamar par rakh diya. Saree thin thi, usne fingers se uski soft skin feel karna shuru kiya—dheere dheere curve trace karte hue, low-waist saree ke niche petticoat ke upar.

Malvika ko pehle laga accidental hai, lekin jab haath neeche slide karke uski gaand par pahunch gaya aur squeeze kiya, usko shock laga. Wo jhatke se peeche mud kar dekha—buddha ne innocent face banaya, jaise kuchh hua hi nahi.

Malvika ne gusse mein pallu adjust kiya aur thoda aage badhne ki koshish ki, lekin line tight thi. Buddha ne phir mauka dekha aur haath wapas gaand par pher diya—full palm se, curves feel karte hue.

Anil ye sab side se dekh raha tha—mirror wali wall mein reflection saaf dikhai de raha tha. Usne dekha buddhe ka haath Malvika ki kamar se gaand tak ja raha hai. Uske dil mein gussa aaya, lekin himmat nahi hui. Wo socha log kya kahenge, jhagda ho jaayega, security officer-wolice… wo chupchap aage dekhta raha, phone tightly pakad kar.

Malvika ne do-teen baar side hui, buddhe ko glare kiya, lekin buddha muskurata raha. Finally line khatam hui, tickets le kar andar gaye.

Movie ke dauran Malvika silent thi—na hasi, na baat. Anil ne haath pakadne ki koshish ki, usne jhatka de kar hata diya.

Ghar aate hi flat mein ghus te hi Malvika ka gussa phat pada.

“Tumne dekha na sab kuchh??” wo chillayi, heels utarte hue. “Wo buddha mere saath aisa kar raha tha aur tum chupchap khade the??”

Anil ne defensive hote hue bola, “Kya karta main? Line mein crowd tha, jhagda karta toh scene ban jaata. Log kya sochte?”

Malvika ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye gusse se. “Scene ban jaata? Tumhari biwi ke saath koi aisa kare aur tumhe scene banne ka dar lage? Tum mein mardangi hi nahi hai Anil! Na bed mein, na bahar!”

Anil ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Kya matlab? Main practical soch raha tha. Tu khud itni revealing saree pehen kar jaati hai, log toh dekhenge hi!”

Malvika ne purse sofa par phenk diya. “Revealing? Ye saree normal thi! Aur agar pehni bhi toh kisi ko haath lagane ka haq hai kya? Tum mujhe protect nahi kar sake ek buddhe se bhi! Reception mein uncles mazak udate the, office mein log flirt karte hain, gym mein ladke peeche pade hain—aur tumhe kabhi farak nahi padta! Kyun? Kyunki tumhe confidence hi nahi hai!”

Anil ne awaaz oonchi ki, “Confidence? Main 1 crore package wala hoon, tujhe sab kuchh deta hoon—ghar, luxury, honeymoon! Aur tu mujhe blame kar rahi hai?”

Malvika ne darwaza zor se band kiya bedroom ka. “Paisa sab kuchh nahi hota Anil! Respect, protection, passion—ye sab chahiye hota hai! Tum bed mein 30 second mein khatam ho jaate ho, bahar bhi kuchh nahi kar paate! Main galti kar rahi hoon ye shaadi continue kar ke!”

Anil kuchh bolna chahta tha, lekin uska muh band ho gaya. Wo living room mein baitha reh gaya, head haathon mein.

Malvika bedroom mein chali gayi, darwaza lock kar diya. Wo bed par baith kar royi—gusse, frustration, disappointment se.

Us raat dono alag alag sote rahe. Pehla bada jhagda tha shaadi ke baad. Aur rishte mein ek badi crack pad chuki thi.






Malvika bedroom mein akeli thi, darwaza lock. Gusse se uski saansein tez thi, lekin saath hi uss buddhe ki harkat ne uske body mein ek ajeeb si sensation jaga di thi—ek touch jo unwanted tha, lekin kaafi dino baad kisi ne usko physically feel kiya tha. Anil ka kuchh na kar pana usko aur gussa dila raha tha, lekin andar se frustration aur ek alag si bechaini thi.

Wo dressing table ke saamne khadi hui mirror mein apne aap ko dekhti rahi. Maroon saree ab bhi pehni thi, pallu thoda slip ho chuka tha, deep blouse mein uske full, milky boobs ka curve saaf dikh raha tha. Usne dheere se pallu side kiya, phir blouse ke hooks khole. Blouse khul gaya, black lace bra mein uske perfect breasts ubhar aaye—heavy, firm, nipples already hard ho chuke the gusse aur bechaini se.

Usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha, haath se breasts dabaye, nipples ko pinch kiya. “Itni hot hoon main…” wo dheere se boli apne aap se. Phir saree ka pleats khole, petticoat neeche gira. Ab sirf black lace bra aur matching panty mein thi—panty low-waist, uski toned kamar aur curvy hips dikha rahi thi.

Usne bra ka hook khola, breasts free ho gaye—bade, gol, milky white, pink nipples erect. Wo haath ferte hue unko massage karne lagi, mirror mein apni body admire karti hui. Phir panty neeche sarki—uski shaved, clean pussy dikhayi di, already thodi wet.

Wo bed par let gayi, lights dim kar di. Pehli baar shaadi ke baad usne apne aap ko haath lagaya tha pleasure ke liye. Dheere se usne apni thighs failayi, ungli se clit par circle banane lagi. Saans tez ho gayi. Dusri haath se breast dabati rahi, nipple pinch karti.

Uski aankhein band ho gayi, dimaag mein flashbacks—uss buddhe ka haath uski gaand par, Vikrant gym mein usko ghoorta hua, office ke ladke compliments dete hue. Wo soch rahi thi ki kitne log usko chahte hain, desire karte hain… aur ghar par husband kuchh nahi kar pata.

Ungli andar slide kar di—pehli, phir do. Wo moan karne lagi dheere dheere, hips upar utha kar. Speed badhati gayi, clit par pressure badhaya. Body mein current daud raha tha—kaafi mahino baad real pleasure.

“Fuck… yes…” wo whisper kar rahi thi, imagination mein koi strong haath uske body par, koi passionate touch.

Finally orgasm aaya—tez, intense. Uska body kaanp utha, toes curl ho gaye, pussy tight ho gayi fingers ke around. Wo moan suppress karti rahi taaki bahar Anil na sun le.

Orgasm ke baad wo let gayi, saans tez, body relaxed. Aankhon mein aansu the—relief ke, lekin saath hi guilt aur gusse ke.

Ye pehli baar tha shaadi ke baad ki usne khud ko satisfy kiya. Anil ke saath kabhi climax nahi hua tha—sirf frustration.

Wo sheet odh kar side ho gayi, sochti rahi—ab kya? Ye shaadi kitne din chalegi? Kya wo hamesha aise hi adjust karegi?

Bahar living room mein Anil jaag raha tha, guilty feel kar raha tha, lekin andar nahi aaya.

Us raat Malvika ko neend der se aayi, lekin ek nayi awareness jag chuki thi—apne body ki, apni needs ki. Aur shayad ek naye direction ki.






Agle din subah Malvika office pahunchi toh mood ab bhi thoda off tha—kal raat ka jhagda aur khud ka pleasure lena dono dimaag mein ghoom rahe the. Office mein jaise hi ghusi, wahi routine: Aryan aur doosre colleagues ke flirty comments, nazrein uski tight skirt aur deep-neck top par. Rohan ne pehle se hi pantry mein wait kar rakha tha.

“Malvika, aaj coffee? Please yaar, sirf 10 minute. Office ke neeche wala cafe, no pressure,” Rohan ne insist kiya, professional tone mein lekin aankhon mein hope.

Malvika ne pehle mana karne ki sochi, lekin frustration mein decide kar liya—kya farak padta hai? “Theek hai, lunch break mein.”

Coffee pe Rohan ne try kiya normal baat karne ki—work, weekend plans—lekin dheere se compliment bhi daale, “Tum office aati ho toh din acha ho jaata hai.” Malvika ne short answers diye, smile ki, lekin andar se detached thi. Coffee khatam kar ke wapas office aa gayi.

Shaam ko ghar aayi toh society gym jaane ka plan tha, lekin yaad aaya kal ke buddhon aur Vikrant ki harassment. Uncles ke gande comments, Vikrant ka bold flirt—ab aur nahi sahan kar sakti. Usne phone nikala aur search kiya luxury gyms Bandra mein. Gold’s Gym Bandra select kiya—premium, state-of-the-art, personal trainers, aur ghar se sirf 10 minute drive.

Agli subah hi wo Gold’s Gym pahunch gayi membership lene. Luxury feel tha—big space, imported machines, sauna, steam, clean changing rooms. Jaise hi wo entry ki, tight workout gear mein (pink sports bra aur black shorts), poora gym ruk sa gaya. Ladke weights chhod kar dekhte, ladkiyan bhi envy se. Men’s section se nazrein, women’s se whispers.

Receptionist ne welcome kiya aur bola, “Ma’am, new membership? Humara top trainer aapko tour dega.”

Phir introduce kiya—Rizwan Qureshi. Wo gym ke corner se aaya, ek dam giant. 6’3” ka kad, massive build—broad shoulders, huge arms veins dikhti hui, chest jaise wall, powerlifting champion wali body. Bilkul kala rang, thick badi si daadhi, intense aankhein. Tight black tank top mein uski physique aur scary lag rahi thi—muscles on muscles, jaise koi wrestler.

“Welcome to Gold’s, Malvika ji,” Rizwan ne deep voice mein bola, haath milaate hue. Uska haath Malvika ke haath ko poora cover kar gaya, grip strong.

Malvika ko pehli baar thodi dar lag gayi—uski height, build, dark intense look se intimidated feel hua. Wo 5’9” ki thi, lekin Rizwan ke saamne chhoti lag rahi thi. “Hi… thank you,” wo nervous smile de boli.

Rizwan ne gym tour diya—machines explain karte hue, apni championships ki trophies dikhaayi. “Main yahan powerlifting coach hoon, national champion raha hoon. Aapko personal training chahiye toh best results dunga.”

Malvika ne uski huge biceps aur chest ko dekha, andar se ek ajeeb si feeling—awe, fear, aur shayad attraction bhi. Society gym ke buddhon se better, lekin ye aadmi alag level ka dominating tha.

Membership le liya, aur socha—ab yahan workout karegi. Lekin Rizwan ki presence ne uske dimaag mein nayi si bechaini jaga di. Ghar jaate waqt wo soch rahi thi—ye trainer kitna powerful hai… Anil se kitna alag.





Agla din shaam ko Malvika office se direct Gold’s Gym pahunch gayi. Mood fresh tha—office mein wahi routine flirting se bore ho chuki thi, lekin ab gym mein nayi jagah, nayi energy.

Usne changing room mein apna favorite workout set pehna: ek white cropped sports bra, itna tight ki uske big milky boobs poore press ho rahe the, deep cleavage aur side-boob boldly visible. Neeche black high-cut shorts—gaand ke neeche tak, uski badi, gol, toned gaand ka lower part almost dikh raha tha. Shorts itne short ki har move mein uski curvy hips aur thighs highlight ho rahe the. Sweat-proof fabric, lekin body itni perfect ki jaise second skin.

Gym mein entry ki toh wahi hua—poora floor ek baar phir ruk gaya. Ladke machines par ruk kar dekhte, trainers bhi side se nazar daal rahe the. Malvika confident walk se treadmill ki taraf gayi, pony tail sway kar rahi thi.

Rizwan corner mein ek client ko train kar raha tha—heavy deadlifts. Wo 6’3” ka giant, black tank top mein, uski massive dark muscles chamak rahe the sweat se. Jaise hi Malvika paas se guzri, uski nazar us par pad gayi.

Rizwan ka concentration pehli baar kho gaya.

Wo client ko “one more rep” bol raha tha, lekin aankhein Malvika par atak gayi. Pehle usne uske milky boobs ko dekha—cropped bra mein bounce kar rahe the treadmill par, deep cleavage mein sweat ki line ban rahi thi. Phir nazar neeche gayi—flat toned stomach, navel piercing, aur phir wo badi gaand… shorts mein perfectly round aur lifted, har step mein sway.

Rizwan ne jaise measurement le liya aankhon se—boobs 36D lag rahe the, gaand 40 inch ki perfect shape. Uski intense dark aankhein narrowed ho gayi, daadhi ke neeche lips thoda tight. Wo powerlifting champion tha, gym mein hamesha focused rehta tha, lekin aaj pehli baar uska dimaag distract ho gaya. Client ne bola “Coach, spot karo”, lekin Rizwan 2 second late react kiya.

Malvika ne mirror se notice kar liya.

Wo treadmill par jog kar rahi thi, lekin side mirror mein Rizwan ko dekha—wo ab bhi usko ghoor raha tha, openly, bina sharmaaye. Uski nazar uski gaand par ruk gayi jab wo speed badha kar run karne lagi. Malvika ko pehli baar thodi si current si daudi body mein—society gym ke buddhon ya office ke ladkon se alag, ye aadmi dangerous lag raha tha. Powerful, dominating, aur uski stare mein raw hunger tha.

Malvika ne speed slow kiya, sweat ponchha, aur deliberately stretching ke liye mat par gayi—weighs area ke paas, Rizwan ke bilkul nazdeek. Wo child's pose mein gayi—gaand upar, boobs mat par press. Rizwan ka client chala gaya, wo ab khada usko dekhta raha, arms crossed, massive chest upar neeche ho raha tha.

Malvika uthi, towel se neck ponchhte hue uski taraf mud kar smile di—thodi challenging si. Rizwan ne finally nazar milayi, deep voice mein bola, “Malvika ji, warm-up ho gaya? Aaiye, aaj first session shuru karte hain. Main aapko proper form sikhaunga.”

Malvika ko thoda dar bhi laga uski intensity se, lekin saath hi excitement—ye stare alag thi, possessive si.

Wo uske peeche peeche weights area mein gayi, Rizwan ke giant frame ke neeche apne aap ko chhota feel karte hue. Gym mein aur log bhi notice kar rahe the—top trainer ka attention poori tarah Malvika par tha.

Session shuru hone wala tha, aur Malvika jaanti thi—ye gym society wale se bohot alag hone wala tha.




Malvika weights area mein Rizwan ke peeche peeche pahunchi. Uski heartbeat thodi tez thi—gym mein sab log side se dekh rahe the, jaise top trainer ka poora attention ek nayi member par hai.

Rizwan ne ek bench ki taraf ishara kiya. “Baithiye Malvika ji. Pehle assessment karte hain—aapka goal kya hai? Fat loss, strength, ya overall toning?”

Malvika bench par baithi, uski short shorts mein toned thighs expose ho rahi thi. “Overall fitness… body toned rakhna hai, strength badhani hai thodi.”

Rizwan ne squat rack ke paas le ja kar khada kiya. Wo uske bilkul paas khada tha—6’3” ka giant frame, uski massive dark arms crossed, badi daadhi aur intense aankhein. “Pehle warm-up squats. Empty bar se shuru karte hain. Main form correct karunga.”

Malvika ne barbell uthaya, rack se nikala, aur squats shuru kiye. Pehle set mein hi Rizwan ka haath uski kamar par aa gaya—low back par, firmly. “Yahan core tight rakho,” usne deep voice mein bola, fingers dheere se press karte hue uski slim waist par.

Malvika ko current sa laga—uski grip itni strong thi, jaise poora control uske haath mein. Wo second rep mein neeche gayi, gaand peeche, aur Rizwan ka doosra haath uski hips par aa gaya. “Hips back, chest up,” bol kar usne adjust kiya—haath uski curvy hips par slide hue, thoda gaand ke side tak.

Malvika ki saans ruk gayi thodi der ke liye. Wo notice kar rahi thi—Rizwan ka touch professional tha, lekin intensity alag thi. Uski dark aankhein uski gaand aur boobs par ja rahi thi har rep mein, bina sharmaaye.

“Perfect glutes hain aapke,” Rizwan ne suddenly bola, voice low aur husky. “Powerlifting mein aise assets bohot kaam aate hain. Heavy lift kar sakti ho.”

Malvika set khatam kar ke uthi, sweat se chamak rahi thi. “Thank you… aap bohot experience wale lagte ho.”

Rizwan ne paas aakar, barbell wapas rack par rakhte hue, uske bilkul close khada ho gaya—uski massive chest uske face ke paas. “National champion raha hoon main. Aap jaise dedicated client ko best results deta hoon. Private sessions book kar lo—personal attention milega.”

Usne aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, jaise double meaning tha. Malvika ko dar bhi laga uski dominating presence se, lekin saath hi ek strong attraction—Anil ke soft, hesitant touch se kitna alag.

Phir lunges karwaye. Rizwan ne dumbbells diye aur peeche khada ho kar form check kiya—jab wo lunge mein neeche jaati, uska haath uski front thigh par aata adjust karne ke liye, fingers inner thigh ke paas tak. “Yahan push karo,” bol kar press kiya lightly.

Malvika ki body mein goosebumps aa gaye. Wo mirror mein dekhti rahi—Rizwan ka giant black body uske peeche, uski milky skin ke against contrast. Gym mein aur log dekh rahe the, lekin Rizwan ko koi parwah nahi thi.

Last mein stretching. Rizwan ne mat par baithne bola aur khud uske peeche baitha—hamstring stretch ke liye uski legs faila kar, apna haath uski thighs par rakh kar press kiya. Uski badi daadhi uske shoulder ke paas thi, hot breath feel ho raha tha.

“Relax karo Malvika ji,” usne whisper kiya. “Body bahut responsive hai aapka. Regular aao, main poora transform kar dunga.”

Session khatam hua. Malvika uthi, towel se sweat ponchhte hue boli, “Thank you Rizwan. Bahut acha session tha.”

Rizwan ne smile di—pehli baar, white teeth daadhi mein chamke. “Kal same time? Private slot book kar dete hain—sirf aap aur main.”

Malvika ne “dekhti hoon” bola, lekin andar se excited aur nervous thi. Ghar jaate waqt car mein wo soch rahi thi—ye touch, ye dominance… kitna different feel kar raha tha. Anil ko yaad kiya toh frustration aur badh gayi.

Pehla session tha, lekin Rizwan ki grip aur stare uske dimaag mein baith chuki thi. Ab gym sirf workout nahi, kuchh aur banne wala tha.