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CHAPTER 12


Gajendra ka vyavhaar mujhe itna affect kar gaya ki maine
apne sabse ache dost Jabir ko bhi dhokha de diya.





Agli subah Jabir ke ghar gaya, jaise waada kiya tha, dimagh ab bhi hospital ke manzar se ghoom raha tha 
lekin khud ko majboor kiya jaise kuchh hua hi nahi, andar sab toota hua mehsoos karte hue bhi bahar normal
 rehne ki koshish. 

Rasta roz se lamba laga, har kadam bhari, mohalle ki aadati galiyan dhundhlaati hui jab 
soch baar baar ammi par lautti—unke honth Gajendra ke, pehle dhakka phir haar, woh dhokha jo main unke
 baare mein maanta tha. 


Jebon mein muthi band ki, khud se kaha muskurana, hansna, wohi purana dost rehna jo Jabir umeed karta. Use
andar ka toofan nahi dikhana; sawaal poochhega, aur main jawab nahi de sakta jo khud samajh nahi pa raha. Gehri 
saansen li, kandhe peeche kiye, darwaze par hamari aadati do tezi khatkhatahat di—saans sambhalte intezaar kiya. 

Usne turant darwaza khola, muskurata jaise duniya mein sab theek, pasandida purani neeli T-shirt aur shorts mein,
 baal subah ke game se bigde hue. 

"Yaar, aakhir! Itni der kyun—dusre shehar se paidal aa raha tha?" kaha, tezi se bro-hug mein kheencha aur peeth zor 
se thapthaapayi jaise hamesha excitement mein karta. "Andar aa, khada mat reh. Rani yahan hai! Tujhse milne ko 
intezaar. Rani, yeh woh ladka hai jiske baare mein bataya—GTA mein hamesha mujhe bachane waala, khud legend!" 

Uske peeche Rani khadi thi, aur meri nazrein turant us par gayi, rokne se pehle hi. Pehli baar dekh raha tha jab se 
Jabir ne hafte pehle introduce karne ka waada kiya tha, aur woh usse bhi zyada sundar thi—lambe kaale baal narm
 lehron mein kandhon par, badi zinda aankhen utsaukta aur thodi sharam se chamakti, poore honth garam
khushamadeed muskurahat mein, perfect daant dikhaate. 

Simple grey shalwar kameez aur brown scarf pehni thi, patli kamar aur halki curves ko bina zyada koshish ke ubhaar
 rahi thi. Bina koshish ke sundar, natural beauty jo baar baar dekhne ko kehti, aur ek pal ke liye dimagh ka toofan
 shaant hua. 

"Hi," woh dheere boli, awaaz halki dostana, haath badhaate hue sar thoda jhuka. "Jabir tumhare baare mein ruk kar
 nahi bolta—kehta hai games mein asli pro, hamesha usse haar se bachaata. Aakhir mil kar achha laga." 

Maine haath milaya, chhoti si bijli mehsoos hui, haath mulayam garam. "Mujhe bhi achha laga, Rani," maine kaha, 
sab ke bawajood sachchi muskurahat. "Jabir din bhar tera hype kar raha tha—kehta sabse cool insaan, ab dekh kar
 samajh aaya. Tum... sach mein bahut achhi lag rahi ho." 

Jabir hans pada, darwaza dramatic tareeke se band kiya. "Dekha? Kaha tha smooth hoga. Chalo living room—GTA 
big screen par loaded. Rani practice kar rahi; beginner ke liye achhi hai. New hone ki wajah se easy mat jaana, woh
 sambhal legi." 

Hum baith gaye, teenon casual baaton mein doob gaye. Jabir mujhe Rani ke baare mein aur batata raha. 






Living room mein settle hue, TV screen game ke loading menu se chamak raha, controllers haath mein. Kamra cozy—
Jabir ka roz ka setup, deewaron par games ke posters, chhoti table par snacks (chips, sodas, kal ki bachi pizza), upar
 fan hawa hilata thanda rakhta. 

Race shuru ki, crashes par hanste, jeet par cheer, meri nazrein Rani se milti—loading screen mein woh upar dekhti, 
nazar utsauk chamak se dil ek dhadkan miss; controller lene jhukti, baal chehre par girte woh sharmili muskurahat
 se peeche daalti gaal dimple; jeet par chhota fist pump, aankhen chamakti meri se milti, chup "dekha?" jaise. 

Yeh dikhaata tha main uski taraf attract kaise—hansi narm sachchi, achaanak ubharti; mushkil turn mein honth kaatna
; perfume ki halki phoolon ki khushboo jab paas jhukti controller trick dikhane. 

Lekin maza ke neeche jalan pet mein jaise chaaku. Jabir ke paas Rani thi, sundar, woh uski taraf dekhti jaise woh uski 
duniya ka kendra. Mujhe girlfriend nahi, kabhi nahi, aur unke mazaaq, woh khel mein cheat par uska kandha dhakelti
 dekh dard tez. 

Kyun woh? Jabir se hamesha dost, sab baant—raaz, games, khwaab—lekin yeh... uske paas woh, mere paas sirf pariwar
 ke raaz kha rahe, dhokha baad dhokha. 

Baad mein, lambi races missions ke baad, Jabir ubaas lene laga, aankhen bhaari. "Yaar, thak gaya—kal raat sakht thi.
 Der tak levels grind," dheere bola, sofa par girta, controller haath se girta snoring shuru. "Tum donon... bina mere 
jaari rakho... save mat haarna..." 






Rani dheere hans kar muh chhupaya. "Ek dam so gaya. Gaming ke baad aisa hi hota—tez crash. Maafi." 

Phir hum baat karne lage, main aur Rani, TV victory screen par paused, kamra shaant sirf Jabir ki dheemi saanson ke
 ilawa. 

Baat aasani se shuru—college, pasandida movies, Jabir se family event mein kaise mili saal pehle. "Shuru mein kitna 
awkward tha," woh pyar bhari muskurahat se boli, soye us par nazar. "Phone girata rehta mujhe impress karne game
 trick se. Lekin meetha hai—hamesha hasaata." 

Maine sar hilaya, muskurate. "Bilku Jabir jaise—zyada koshish lekin kaamyaab. Khushnaseeb hai tujh jaise mili." 

Woh thodi laali, neeche dekhti. "Shukriya. Aur tu? Koi girlfriend? Jabir kehta hamesha single—games mein best hone 
mein busy, shayad?" 

Maine kandhe uchaale, zabardasti grin. "Abhi koi nahi. Shayad zyada picky, ya sahi insaan nahi mila. Jaanti hai na." 

Dimagh mein hospital ka andhera ubhra, ammi Gajendra ke saath, mujhe bura banane laga. Khud se bola yeh saala
 dost itni sundar ladki paayi—kyun woh? Woh deserve nahi, jab woh Rani jaise paayi aur main ghar ke dhokhe jhel raha.
 Faisla kiya uski cheez taste karoon; laalach badha, pet mein ghaas jaise. 

Jabir se ab fikr nahi—dosti todne ko tayyar, achha karne ki parwah nahi kyunki ammi aur daadi ne bura kiya, to main 
bhi ammi ke bura raaste follow karoon. Gajendra jaise laalchi ban kar Jabir se cheen loon. 

Kyunki ammi ke Gajendra se bura karne se gussa tha, to Jabir ke saath wahi—tarazu barabar, duniya jo dard di us par
 badla. Jabir deserve nahi—loyal, meherbaan, har cheez mein bhai, hamesha saath—lekin pariwar ke dhokhe ne mere
 toote soch mein justify kiya. Kyun uske paas khushi jab meri toot rahi? 

Main Rani ko bahar le gaya, idiot Jabir ko sofa par sote chhod. "Thodi hawa lete hain—yahaan ghutn hai," maine kaha, 
khada hokar haath badhaaya. 

Usne Jabir par dekha, phir muskurayi. "Theek—kyun nahi? Woh ghanton nahi uthega. Taazi hawa achhi lagegi." 

Bahar streetlights ke neeche dheere chalte lane mein, baat jaari. Woh cute thi—hansi bubbly sachchi, aankhen sharmili
 jab zyada dekhta, laali mere dhyaan se gaal par, baal kaan peeche daalti. Flirt shuru kiya, taarifein aasani se. "Teri
 muskurahat sabse sundar—poori sadak roshan. Sach, contagious." 



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Woh dheere hans kar neeche dekhti. "Ruko—laali chadha rahe. Tum meethe ho. Jabir kabhi aisa nahi kehta." 

Maine muskuraya. "Kehta hona chahiye. Roz sunne layak ho." 

Nahi pata mujhe kya hua—ammi ke Gajendra se gandagi dekh kar possessed mehsoos, to maine bhi Jabir ke khilaaf 
wahi kiya. Rani ko fuck karna chahta; kabhi sex nahi kiya, Jabir ne bhi nahi, Rani ne bhi, lekin khwahish aag jaise. 

Chalte hue baat mein uski gaand dekhta raha—achhi gaand, mazboot har kadam mein hilti, aur seena, top ke neeche 
poora bounce. 

Main: [bagal chalte, sur dheemi aasaan, haath jebon mein] Achhi raat, hai na? Jabir ek dam so gaya. Khushnaseeb—
lambi din ke baad paththar jaise sota. Shayad kharraate padosiyon ko utha den. 

Rani: [dheemi hansi, sharmili, dupatte ka kinaara theek karte] Haan… aisa hi. Lambi baat ke baad thak gaya. Bahar 
chalane ke liye shukriya, kabhi taazi hawa pasand. Tum meherbaan ho. 

Main: [side muskurate, raftaar usse milate dheemi] Shukriya ki zaroorat nahi. Tere saath chalna pasand. Baat karna
 aasaan. Aur… usne bataya se zyada sundar. Streetlight mein aankhen... chhote taare jaise. 

Rani: [laali, zameen dekhti] Aisa mat kaho. Theek nahi. Jabir ko pasand nahi aayega. 

Main: [halki chhed] Kyun nahi? Sach hai. Jabir mera dost, lekin sach bolen… main behtar boyfriend hoon aur achha
 ban sakta hoon, kyun nahi Jabir chhod kar mere saath aa jaaye. 

Rani: [hairaan hansi, muh dupatte se chhupate] Behtar boyfriend? Hehehe! Tum be-sharm ho! Jabir mujhe achha hai. 
Meherbaan, fikrmand… 

Main: [kandhe uchaale, khelte] Achha, haan. Lekin main behtar. Woh miss karta jo main notice—jaise hansi mein 
aankhen chamakti, nervous mein bhi graceful chalna. Dupatta sharma kar theek karne ka tareeka… cute. 

Rani: [sharmili muskurahat, dheemi] Phir chhed rahe. Ruko. 

Main: [thoda paas, sur neeche] Sirf haqeeqat. Zyada paband ho maan nahi sakti, lekin sunna pasand. Jab mana karti
 ho tab bhi muskurahat mein dikhta. 

Rani: [pal bhar upar dekhti, phir hata] Aisi baaton ki aadat nahi. Ajeeb lagta. 

Main: [sur aur neeche] Ajeeb achha bhi ho sakta. Bata—kabhi… jaanti ho… kisi ke saath? Sach mein saath? Woh qurbat 
mehsoos? Jaise sex. 

Rani: [aankhen badi, hairaan, chalna roka] Kya?! Nahi! Aisa sawaal kaise? Yeh... bolna bhi haraam. Hamare deen mein 
mana aur tum jaante ho. 

Main: [muskurate] Bas utsauk. Itni masoom. Sochta yeh pardah ke neeche kya. Koi dekh nahi raha to khwaab mein kya. 

Rani: [ghabraayi, tezi chalti] Zyada bold ho rahe. Main achhi ladki. Aisi baatein nahi karti. Aur Jabir… agar use pata
 chala tum kya keh rahe… 

Main: [raftaar milaate] Agar Jabir ko pata chala main kya kar raha… Gussa hoga? Abhi Jabir ki fikr nahi. Teri fikr. 
Jab tu sochti main nahi dekh raha tab kaise dekhti. 

Rani: [hairaan] Fikr nahi? Woh tera dost! Mujhse dost ke taur par milwaya. 

Main: [shaant, haath baazu par dheere rok] Dosti khatam jab dost se behtar cheez mil jaye. Aur tu, Rani… behtar 
hai. Dosti se zyada layak. 

Rani: [aankhen badi, haath dheere peeche] Zyada layak? Tu achha dost bhi nahi. Aisa kaise keh sakta? Jabir tujh par
 bharosa karta. 

Main: [halki smirk] Bharose ki fikr nahi. Achhe dost sab baantte, hai na? Sabse achhi cheez kyun nahi? Jabir ke paas 
tu ab, lekin main dekhta woh deserve nahi. Tu jaise ladki—meethi, sundar, untouched—kisi ke saath jo sach qadr kare.
 Jo har chhoti detail dekhe, jaise nervous mein honth ka curve. 

Rani: [hairaan, peeche hat] Qadr? Tu aisa bol raha jaise… usse chheen lega! 

Main: [dheemi awaaz] Chheen? Ya shuru se jo mera hona tha le loon. Dost aate jaate. Tu jaise aurat… zindagi mein
 ek baar. Ek raat ke liye dosti chhod doon. 

Rani: [hairaan hansi, nervous] Pagal ho. Poori be-sharmi. Jabir bharosa karta, aur tu yeh bol raha? 

Main: [phir paas] Bharosa kabhi andha. Hum introduce kiya usne, hai na? Shayad andar se jaanta main tujhe behtar 
treat karoon. Woh mehsoos karaoon jo woh kabhi nahi kar sakta. Chhuan jo woh sochne se darta. 

Rani: [chhoti awaaz, hairaan] Mehsoos? Chhuan? Ruko… yeh galat. 

Main: [muskurate] Galat exciting lagta, hai na? Dil tezi se. Gardan mein dikhta—pulse jump. Pabandi haan… lekin 
andar aag. Mehsoos ho rahi. 

Rani: [nervous hansi, hairaan] Tum namumkin. Waapas chalna chahiye, Jabir shayad ab uth gaya, woh zyada der nahi 
sota. 

Main: [dheere] Ek minute aur. Bas ek. Us ped tak chal. 

Usi waqt, car dheere guzri, aur laga Jabir ki maa Nafisa wheel par, lekin pakka nahi—parchaaiyan dhoka de rahi, ya meri
 paranoia badh rahi. 

Hum shaant park corner mein ped ke neeche ruke, pattiyon ki sarsarahat raat ki hawa mein. Seduce jaari, taarifein 
pehle se smooth. "Rani, pehli baar dekh raha lekin stunning— aankhen, hansi, poori maujoodgi. Ruk nahi sakta dekhne.
 Sundar aise ki kheench le." 

Woh gehri laali, honth kaat. "Sach? Jabir bhi kehta, lekin... shukriya. Tum bhi charming. Aaj raat umeed nahi thi." 

Idea aaya Gajendra ammi par jo flirt istemal kiya usi ko—agar woh paak wafadaar ammi ko gunah mein gira saka to 
main Rani ko fuck kar sakta. 

Jabir se ab fikr nahi—fuck him. Uski jism ki taarif shuru kitni sexy. "Teri figure kamaal—curves sahi jagah, itni sexy,
 perfect. Chalna hypnotic." 

Woh hairaan lekin sakht nahi, nervous hansi. "Hey, aisa mat—Jabir tera dost. Lekin... shukriya shayad. Dil tezi se 
dhadak raha." 

Main paas jhuk kar chuma. Usne kaha, "Ruko—Jabir ka kya?" dheere dhakka, haath seene par thodi der, zor se nahi. 

Phir baat. "Woh so raha—sirf baat," maine dheere. "Tu sundar; rok nahi sakta. Tere paas kuchh mehsoos—sach." 

Phir jhuka, aakhir usne pehla chumban diya, shuru mein jhijhak, honth narm, phir gehra jaise pighal gayi. Main 
chumban jaari, haath kamar par, garmahat mehsoos. Aakhir usne mera sar pakda aur hum dono jazbaati chumey, 
jism paas, dheemi saans. 






Dost ki girlfriend ko chumte achha laga—Jabir ki fikr nahi, dhokha badle mein thrill, lekin twisted khushi uski cheez
 lene mein. 

Dheere kaha, "Ghar chal kar aur—chupke. Tere aur qareeb hona chahta." 

Ghar pahunche, idiot Jabir sofa par so raha, halke kharraate, be-khabar. Dimagh mein uski buraai—sust harami, 
deserve nahi, zyada bharosa, fuck him jo mere chahta paaya. 

Phir dim kamre mein chumban shuru, paas kheencha. Uski trouser shalwar utarne kaha. "Tujhe dekhoon—please. 
Mehsoos karna chahta." 






Woh jhijhki lekin dheere utaari, top aur underwear mein sharmili khadi. Hairaan tha Rani slut jaise eager, aankhen 
desire se milti, jism chhuan par jawaab. Achha laga dost ki ladki fuck karne ja raha—taaqat nasha, badla meetha. 

Gehra chumban shuru, jism paas. Hoodie utarna chahta, usne mana kyunki mere seene dekh kar theek nahi lagta.
 "Rakh—mysterious lagta," dheere, sharmili lekin chahti awaaz. 

Main: [dheemi awaaz, kandhon par haath] Rani… woh chumban kamaal. Aur chahta. Tujhe chahta. Poori tu. Yahan,
 abhi. 

Rani: [mud kar wide eyes, thoda peeche] Kya? Nahi… nahi kar sakte. Woh chumban galti thi. Nahi hona chahiye tha. 

Main: [phir paas] Galti? Theek laga. Chalo Rani. Tujhse pyar karoon. Tune bhi mehsoos kiya—jism kaise paas daba. 

Rani: [kaamp ti awaaz, seene par halka dhakka] Pyar? Nahi nahi. Meri... meri choot sirf Jabir ke liye. Woh mera pyar. 
Usse shaadi, khud ko uske liye bachaana. Yeh haraam. 

Main: [minnat, kamar par haath] Please, Rani. Sirf ek baar. Bahut zaroorat. Tu pagal kar rahi. Jabir ko pata nahi.
 Hamara raaz. 

Rani: [mazboot sar hilate] Nahi. Main aisi ladki nahi. Pehle kabhi nahi kiya. Sirf shaadi ke liye. 

Main: [ghutne thoda tek kar upar dekhte] Minnat kar raha. Mehsoos kar kitna sakht karta tu. Sirf andar... dheere. 
Pachhtaogi nahi. 

Rani: [deewar peeche, regret] Pachhtaava? Chumban se hi regret. Ruko. Mana kar rahi. 

Main: [khada, majboor] Theek... agar wahan nahi, to... peeche. Teri gaand. Wahan paak hai—no one touched. 

Rani: [hairaan, horror se aankhen badi] Peeche? Kya? Nahi! Ghinauna! Haraam! Kaise bol sakta? Unnatural, gunah. 
Sirf janwar aisa karte. 

Main: [tasalli, dheemi] Shh, sun. Pyar se to haraam nahi. Bahut log karte. Jabir ke liye virgin bachi rahegi. Achha 
mehsoos karaonga—oil, dheere. Pasand aayega, waada. 

Rani: [zor se sar hilate] Pasand? Dard, gandagi! Deen mein sakht mana, gaand chudai bara gunah. Main janwar nahi. 
Jabir kabhi nahi maangta. 

Main: [dheere dabav] Lekin Jabir yahan nahi, so raha. Aur consensual to gunah nahi. Soch—qurbat mehsoos bina 
paaki khone. Fikr karta hoon, Rani. Dikha doon. 

Rani: [awaaz upar, ghabrahat] Nahi! Ruko nahi to chillaoongi! Jabir uth jaayega, sabko pata! Aur chachi Nafisa jaldi 
aa sakti. 

Main: [jaldi, haath upar] Shh, mat chilla. Force nahi. Soch—Jabir soya, akela. Tez, dheere. Koi nuksaan nahi. 
Chumban achha laga... yeh aur behtar. Bharosa. 

Rani: [jhijhak, saansen tez] Bharosa? Yeh pagalpan... darr lag raha. Galat. 

Main: [dheere, paas] Darr theek. Dard hua to ruk jaunga. Lekin thrill soch—sirf humara. Tu itni sundar, Rani. Khaas
 mehsoos karaoon. 

Rani: [lambi ruk, phir dheere minnat] Pakka nahi... lekin... Theek... sirf ek baar. Aur dheere. Dard hua to ruk. 

Main: [narmi muskurahat] Waada. Pachhtaogi nahi. 

Phir usko pakda mudaya, woh deewar se tik gayi, haath support ke liye deewar par, peeth meri taraf. Khushboo 
achhi—vanilla aur phool, skin garam mulayam. Anal hesitantly qubool. "Pakka nahi... Jabir se dhokha jaise. Kabhi 
nahi kiya." 






Maine kaha anal dhokha nahi. "Alag hai—dusre tareeke se count nahi. Sirf explore, kisi ko pata nahi. Bharosa." 

Zabaan uski gaand par rakhi, lick shuru—pehli baar ladki ki gaand chaatna, namkeen niji maza, jism pehle sakht phir
 dheela, woh dheemi moan, "Aaahh... savdhaan... oouuuhh..." 

Table par Jabir ka hair gel dekha, liya. "Yeh kaam karega—ter skin jaise slick," ganda bola. 

Usne kaha aise mat bol. "Dheere please. Mere liye naya." 

Gel gaand par lagaya, thanda slippery. Uski gaand tight, chhoti shuru mein rukawat. 

Ungli se loose kiya, dheere andar, jism sakht phir dheela. Moan shuru, "Aaahh... oouuuhh... dheere... aaahh... aise..." 

Phir tayyar hone kaha. "Chalo—thoda zyada fail." 

Woh jhijhki. "Ruko—dheere... thoda dard... oouuuhh..." 

Andar push, rukawat tooti. Sir andar, tight garam. Usne nikaalne chillaya. "Nikaal—zyada! Aaahh... ruk!" 






Dimagh mein bura naam, dheere "Le, slut." Mujhe lagta nahi zalim, taaqat daud rahi. 

Aur andar, poora, garmahat gherti. Uski gaand garam, tight pakad. 

Baat jaari guide karte: "Zyada fail—gehra jaane de. Thoda peeche push—haan, aise." 

Woh moan. "Oouuuhh... theek... aaahh... aise? Full mehsoos..." 

"Haan—perfect. Achha kar rahi. Relax—achha mehsoos hone de." 

Jaldi se dost ki girlfriend ki gaand choda, steady thrust, jism deewar se takraata. 

Woh zor moan, "Aaahh... oouuuhh... tezi... please... aaahh..." 






Woh jaldi khatam maang, "Please—jaldi khatam... Jabir uth sakta... oouuuhh... jaldi..." 

To tezi choda taaki Jabir na uthe kyunki woh awaaz kar rahi, pace tez, skin ki thap dheemi goonj. 

Aakhir kaha doodh gaand mein daal raha. "Aa raha—andar." 

Usne mana kiya lekin main poora bhar diya, release tez garam. 

Woh zor moan, "Aaahh... oouuuhh... tezi... please... aaahh..." 

Woh jaldi khatam maang, "Please—jaldi khatam... Jabir uth sakta... oouuuhh... jaldi..." 

To tezi choda taaki Jabir na uthe kyunki woh awaaz kar rahi, pace tez, skin ki thap dheemi goonj. 

Aakhir kaha doodh gaand mein daal raha. "Aa raha—andar." 

Usne mana kiya lekin main poora bhar diya, release tez garam. 

Uski gaand mein—tightness mujhe pakad, garmahat har inch gherti, mana thrill overwhelming, lekin sabse bura hua: 
kisi ne uska naam pukara. Aage dekha to Jabir khada hairaan, aankhen badi. 

Rani ne haath muh par horror se, saans atak. Mera dick ab bhi uski gaand mein—main sach mein hairaan, jam gaya. 






 

[Vondo Ojha]

Great writing but this episode is not so exciting.

[Saima Naaz]

Nice writing ✍️

[Savita Das]

Bahut badhiya update

[Wasifahim]

Mast update