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Divya looked at Hamee’s beard Face . He looked forty years old maybe. Lungi and shirt full of dirt and sweat. Smell of cheap liquor strong.
Divya felt scared. But she said soft, “Ok.”
She came down stairs fast. Put phone on table in hall. Went to kitchen. Opened small box. Took one hundred rupee note. Folded it in hand.
Monu still watching TV. Not looking at her.
Divya went back up stairs. Heart beating loud.
On roof, Hamee stand near fencing wall. He was smoking beedi. Smoke coming from his mouth. Eyes red from drink.
When Divya went down and came up again, he watched her carefully.
Her light blue saree moved. Blouse tight. Breasts moved up and down with each step on stairs. Soft bounce. Pallu slipped a little. He saw the curve clearly. His eyes stayed there long time.
Divya reached roof. She stood two steps away.
She held out the hundred rupee note. Hand shaking little.
“Here… take this.”
Hamee looked at money. Then at her face. Then at her breasts again.
He smiled slow. Dirty smile.
He took the note. Put in shirt pocket.
But he did not go.
He stood up. Came one step close.
Liquor smell stronger.
“Memsab… thank you. But… one more thing?”
Divya stepped back. Back touched pabangt wall.
“What?”
He looked at her saree. Then her face.
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Hamee stood very close on the roof. Street light from lane came up and fell on both of them. Divya’s light blue saree looked soft in that light.
Hamee spoke low, voice rough from liquor.
“Yesterday morning I met Beedaa. He just came to pay house rent.”
Divya looked at him. Doubt in her eyes. She did not speak.
Hamee smiled dirty. Came one step more close.
“Beedaa said your breasts are beautiful. How he know?”
Divya’s eyes became angry.
She looked at him hard. Face hot.
Hamee suddenly pulled her waist with one hand. Pulled her close. Hugged her tight.
His dirty shirt touched her clean saree. Liquor smell is strong.
His other hand on her back.
Divya tried to push him away. Hands on his chest. “Leave me… please…”
But he was strong. Did not let go.
He put his mouth near her ear. Hot breath.
“How Beedaa see your breasts?”
Divya became silent. No answer. Body stiff. She stopped pushing. Just stood there. Heart beating very fast.
Street light shone on them. Made her sindoor look bright red. Her cheeks pink from shame.
Hamee bent his head. Kissed on her sindoor. Lips touched the red powder on her forehead. Then moved down.
Kissed her cheek.
Rough beard scratched her soft skin. Kiss wet and slow.
Hamee kissed her cheek again. Then whispered.
“Memsab… tell me. How he see?”
Divya did not answer.
She just stood there. Silent. In his arms.
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Divya said in angry whisper, “He is a liar”
But her voice shook little. She tried to push Hamee away again. Hands on his dirty chest.
Hamee did not leave. He hugged her more tight. His body pressed full on her.
She felt his penis — hard and hot — near her thigh. Through his lungi and her saree.
It rubbed slow against her leg when he moved.
Divya body became stiff. Breath fast. Fear and shame mixed inside.
Hamee mouth near her ear again. Liquor smell strong.
“Memsab… why you angry? Beedaa told truth. Your breasts really beautiful. I also see daily.”
He kissed her cheek again. Rough beard scratched. Then he moved lips to her neck. Soft bite.
Divya closed eyes. . She did not shout. Did not run. Just stood there.
His penis pressed harder on her thigh. Moving little up-down.
Street light still on them. Sindoor shining. Her pallu slipped more.
Hamee hand went down. From waist to her ass. Squeezed once.
Divya small gasp came out. “Please… no…”
But her hands not pushing hard now.
Hamee whispered, “Just little touch, memsab. No one see. Your husband not here.”
Hamee hand squeezed Divya ass very hard.
Rough fingers dug into soft flesh through saree. Pain came.
But also some strange heat.
Divya looked up at his dirty beard face. Black hair full of dust. Yellow teeth.
Red eyes from liquor. Bad smell coming from mouth.
She felt disgust. Shame. But body not listening mind.
Unwillingly, Divya leaned forward.
Kissed him hard on lips.
Her soft lips pressed on his rough, cracked lips. Kiss not sweet. Hard.
Hamee surprised one second. Then he kissed back. Strong. Hungry. Tongue pushed inside her mouth. Taste of liquor and beedi.
Divya hands came up. Not to push. To hold his shoulders. Fingers tight on dirty shirt.
Kiss went deep. Wet sound.
Her body pressed more on him. Breasts crushed on his chest.
His hard penis rubbed on her thigh again.
After few seconds she pulled back little. Breathing fast. Lips wet.
She whispered , “Bas… enough.”
But Hamee not stop. Hand still squeezing ass. Other hand went to her blouse. Pulled pallu down one side.
Divya did not stop him this time.
Street light falling on them. Her sindoor little smudged now from kiss.
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(06-02-2026, 09:07 AM)PELURI Wrote: దూకుడు తట్టుకోలేక పోతున్న్నాం...సూపర్ ఫాస్ట్ updates తో వరద....ఎవరులేరు ఇలా...!
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(06-02-2026, 09:15 AM)కుమార్ Wrote: ఎప్పుడో రాసింది.జస్ట్ పోస్ట్ చేస్తున్నాను.
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Divya closed her eyes tight.
Hamee hand squeezed her ass even harder. Fingers dug deep into soft flesh. Pain mixed with heat.
His other hand came up fast. Caught her chin rough. Turned her face up.
He kissed her again.
This time hard.
Lips crushed on her lips. No softness. He sucked her lower lip hard. Teeth grazed. Tongue pushed inside deep.
Tasted her mouth like he owned it.
Divya small moan escaped. Not joy. But body reacted. Her tongue touched his unwillingly. Wet sound of kiss loud in night air. Street light shining on them.
Her sindoor smudged more from his beard rubbing.
Hamee growled low in throat. Kiss became wilder. He bit her upper lip lightly. Pulled. Then sucked hard again. Tongue moved inside her mouth fast. Exploring every corner. Liquor taste strong. Beedi smell mixed with her jasmine hair oil.
Divya hands on his shoulders. Fingers dug in dirty shirt. Not pushing now. Just holding. Her body pressed closer without meaning. Breasts crushed on his chest. Nipples hard against blouse.
His hips rocked forward. Hard penis rubbed on her thigh again. Thicker now. Hotter.
Kiss went on long. 30 seconds. 40. Wet. Noisy. Hungry.
When he finally pulled back little, both breathing heavy.
Divya lips swollen red. Wet.
Hamee looked at her. Dirty smile.
“Memsab… you kiss like hungry woman.”
Divya whispered angry-shame, “Bas… stop now.”
But her body still close. Not moving away.
Hamee hand on her ass squeezed once more. Slow. Possessive.
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Monu was watching cartoon on TV. Laughing at funny dog chasing cat.
Suddenly Mummy came into hall with speed. Face red. Breathing heavy. Light blue saree little messed up. Pallu not proper.
She sat on chair quick. Hands shaking little. Looking down.
Monu turned head. Saw Mummy like that.
He asked innocent, “What happened Mummy?”
Divya forced smile. Fake smile. “Nothing beta. . "
After few minutes, sound came from stairs.
Hamee came down slowly. Shirt still dirty. Lungi loose. Liquor smell coming even from distance. Beard rough. Eyes red.
He stopped at hall door.
“I am going memsab,” he said low voice. Looked at Divya long time. Dirty smile small on face.
Divya looked at him. His dirty body. Torn shirt. Bad smell. She remembered his hand on her waist. Kiss on cheek. Beard scratch. His cock pressing on thigh.
Shame came again. Hot in chest.
She stand up fast. Turned to Monu.
“Monu, go to bed now. Time is ten. college tomorrow.”
Monu made cry face. “But Mummy… cartoon not finish.”
Divya voice strict little. “No beta. Bed now. Go.”
She stopped TV.
Monu sad. Stood up slow. Walked to his room with cry face. Laid on bed. Pulled blanket.
Divya stood in hall. Alone now.
Hamee still at door. Watching her.
He said soft, “Thank you memsab. For money. And… for kiss.”
Divya did not answer. Just looked at floor.
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Divya looked at Hamee. His eyes red, face tired from liquor and fight with wife. She spoke slow, soft voice.
“You are looking tired, Hamee bhaiya.”
Hamee came near. Very close now. Liquor smell strong. His dirty beard almost touching her face.
He said low, rough, “Haan memsab… main raandi ke paas jaana chahta hu. Lekin paisa nahi hai.”
Divya smiled little. Small, sad smile. Not happy smile. Just lips moved.
She asked quiet, “You have wife na?”
Hamee laughed short. Bad laugh.
“Woh toh buddhi ho gayi. Ab maza nahi deti.”
Divya turned head. Looked at Monu room door. It was closed. Light off.
She took deep breath.
Then she leaned forward.
Started kissing Hamee lips.
She pressed her soft lips hard on his rough, cracked lips. No slow start. Straight deep. Her mouth opened. Tongue pushed inside his mouth fast.
Tasted liquor, beedi, dirty taste. But she did not stop.
Hamee surprised one second. Then he kissed back wild. Hands came up. One caught her waist tight. Other hand went to back of her head. Fingers in her hair. Pulled her closer.
Kiss became mad. Wet. Noisy. Lips sucking lips. Tongue fighting tongue.
He bit her lower lip hard. She moaned small in his mouth. “Mmm…”
Her hands on his dirty shirt. Fingers tight. Pulling him more near.
her Breasts crushed on his chest. Nipples hard through blouse. His beard scratched her cheeks, chin.
Kiss long. Breathing heavy. Wet sound loud in hall .
Hamee hand slid down. Squeezed her ass hard through saree. Pulled her hips to him. His hard penis pressed on her lower belly. Rubbed slow.
Divya did not stop kiss. She sucked his tongue deep. Bit his lip back little. Her body shaking. But kiss not stopping.
After long time she pulled back little. Lips wet. . Breathing fast.
Hamee looked at her. Dirty smile big now.
“Memsab… you are hot.”
Divya did not answer. Just looked at him.
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a very satisfying episode....like slow languid love making....
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She grabbed his dirty shirt collar with both hands.
Pulled him hard.
Her soft lips smashed against his rough, cracked lips.
Kiss was wild, wet, noisy. She opened her mouth wide.
Tongue pushed deep inside his mouth. Tasted bitter cheap liquor, stale beedi smoke, sour saliva.
She sucked his tongue hard. Bit his lower lip.
. Hamee groaned loud in throat.
His hot breath blew on her face like furnace.
his Hands grabbed her ass over saree — fingers digging deep, squeezing flesh so hard it hurt sweet.
He pulled her hips forward. His hard penis pressed on her lower belly through lungi and saree.
Hot, throbbing, leaking little pre-cum that made wet spot on fabric.
Kiss lasted long — 3 minutes. Breathing heavy like animals.
Wet smack-smack sound in hall.
Divya small moans escaped between kisses.
“Mmm… ahh…” Her nipples hard against blouse. Breasts aching.
Then she pushed him back little.
Hands went to his shirt. Buttons ripped open fast. Shirt fell down. His chest smelled strong — sweat, dust, body odor.
Hairy. Skin rough like old leather. She did not stop.
Pulled lungi knot. Cloth dropped.
Penis jumped out — thick, , veined.
Head purple, shiny with pre-cum.
Pubic hair black, curly, matted with dirt and sweat. Heavy balls hanging low.
Smell musky, strong, dirty.
Divya nose wrinkled but eyes stayed on it.
Hamee naked now. Standing breathing hard.
Divya pulled her own saree pallu down with shy.
Unpinned blouse hooks . Blouse fell. white bra. She opened hook.
Breasts bounced free — full, heavy, nipples dark brown and erect.
Cool air hit them — goosebumps on skin.
Then petticoat string open.
Petticoat slid down legs. no panties .
She is Naked now.
Only mangalsutra swinging between breasts. Gold chain cool on hot skin.
divya face is beautiful and shy.
Both naked in hall. . . Air smelled of sex already — sweat, liquor, her jasmine oil, his body odor.
Divya pushed Hamee on sofa.
He sat heavy.
She slowly climbed on his lap.
Knees on both sides of his hips.
Held his thick penis with one hand. Skin hot, sticky.
she rubbed her pussy with penis.
Guided to her wet entrance.
She was dripping already — shame and heat mixed. She sat down slow. Penis head parted her lips. Stretched her wide. Burning feeling. She moaned loud. “Aahhh… bada hai…”
Hamee hands on her waist. Pulled her down hard. Full inside with one push. Divya cried out. “Ohhh…!” Pain and pleasure together.
Penis filled her completely.
Hit deep spot.
She felt every vein, every throb.
Divya was riding Hamee hard on the sofa. Her hips moving up-down fast.
her Breasts bouncing wild.
Mangalsutra jumping on her chest.
Wet slap-slap sound loud in hall. She moaned loud with every thrust. “Aah… haan… Hamee bhai… zor se…”
Hamee thrust up from below. Strong, rough. Penis hitting deep each time.
his Hands squeezed her ass hard — fingers leaving red marks.
Then moved to breasts. Squeezed them rough.
Pinched nipples hard. Pulled them. Divya shouted joy. “Aah… haan… Hamee bhai…!”
divya riding on his penis with lust.
she is shouting when his hard penis touches deep.
he looking her sexy boobs.
divya move her waist in grinding pose.
his penis is touching her pussy walls.
she looked at him with shy and say"don't see my boobs like that bhai"
After two minutes, Hamee suddenly stopped her.
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He grabbed divya waist tight.
Lifted her off his lap like she was light. Threw her down on floor hard.
Divya back hit carpet with small thud. Breath knocked out for second.
Hamee came on top quick.
Laid full on divya.
His heavy dirty body pressed her down. Sweat and liquor smell is strong.
Beard scratched her neck.
His knees pushed her thighs wide open.
He held his thick penis in hand. Head wet and shiny.
Pushed it inside divya pussy.
one hard push. Full deep. Stretched her again.
Divya shouted loud — joy and pain mixed.
“AHHH… oh god… dard ho raha hai… lekin aah abbahh…!”
Her thighs wrapped around his waist tight.
Hamee started stroking hard. Very hard. No slow. Straight fast and deep.
Penis slamming inside her each time. Balls slapping her ass.
Wet sound louder.
Divya shouted more. Voice breaking. “Aah… AHH… you dirty ..rascal...aah aahh abbaahh .. Hamee bhai… it is hard…oh oh noo noo...aah”
Pain from his rough thrusts. Joy from deep hitting spot. She came again fast. Body shaking. Walls tight on his penis. “ phir aa rahi hai… AHHH!”
Juices gushed.
Hamee not stop. Kept pounding hard. Groaned loud. “Memsab… teri chut kitni tight hai… …”
He was stroking Divya very hard .
Penis going in-out fast.
Divya shouting loud with joy and pain. “Aah… Hamee bhai… … AHHH!”
Suddenly Hamee stopped strokes.
Pulled out slow. His penis wet and shiny with their juices. Still hard. Throbbing.
He breathed heavy. Looked at Divya naked body on floor. Sweat on her skin. Breasts moving up-down fast. Nipples are hard.
Mangalsutra sticky between them.
Hamee slowly sat near her breasts.
Knees on both sides of her chest.
His dirty body over her.
Liquor smell strong. Beard rough.
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He held his thick penis in hand.
Put it between her soft breasts.
Pressed them together with both hands. Made tight tunnel.
Then he started stroking.
Penis sliding up-down between her breasts. Slow at first. Then faster.
penis Head coming near her chin each time. Pre-cum leaving wet line on her skin. Hot. Sticky.
Divya felt very shy.
Her face red like tomato. Eyes looking away. Cheeks burning. She covered her face with one hand.
But breasts pressed tight by his hands.
rubbing on his penis skin with every stroke.
She whispered small, “Hamee bhai… yeh… bahut sharm ki baat hai…”
But her body not moving away. Breasts soft and warm around his penis.
She felt his heat. His throb.
His dirty pubic hair touching her chest sometimes.
Hamee groaned low. “Memsab… your breasts kitne soft hain… perfect hai… maza aa raha hai…”
He stroked faster. Penis sliding smooth now with sweat and pre-cum.
Head hitting her chin light. Wet sound. Slap-slap between breasts.
Divya shy more.
Closed eyes tight. Small moan came out unwilling.
“Mmm… sharm aa rahi hai…”
But she did not stop him.
Hamee kept going.
Hands squeezing her breasts harder. Making them tighter for his penis.
He stopped after two minutes.
Hot thick cum spurted on her breasts.
On her neck. Some on her chin. Sticky white lines. Smell strong musky.
Divya body shivered. Shy tears in eyes.
Hamee sat back. Breathing heavy.
Looked at her cum-covered breasts. Smiled dirty.
“Memsab… bahut achha tha.”
Divya covered breasts with hands. Face turned away.
divya feel Shame like never before.
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Morning six o'clock.
Ranjith bike sound came in lane. He entered home. Tired face. Helmet in hand. "Main aa gaya,"
Divya was in kitchen. She heard him. Heart beat fast. Face became hot. Shy feeling big inside.
Last night Hamee touched her. Kissed her. Fucked her hard on floor and sofa.
She could not look at Ranjith eyes.
She kept head down. Said soft, "Welcome home. I make tea."
Ranjith went to room. Changed clothes. Came back. Sat on chair.
Divya quickly went to bathroom. Took bath fast. Hot water.
Scrubbed body hard.
Tried to clean Hamee smell, his touch, his cum.
But shame not go.
It stayed in mind.
She came out. Wore simple yellow saree. Did pooja in small mandir. Lit diya. Prayed long time. Eyes closed.
"Bhagwan ji, mujhe maaf kar do. Main bahut galat hoon."
Seven thirty.
She made tiffin ready. Roti, sabzi, curd. Packed for Monu schoo.l.
Gave to Ranjith for office.
Ranjith took tiffin. Smiled little. "Thank you. Aaj duty jaldi khatam karne ki koshish karunga."
Monu came running. "Papa aa gaye!"
Ranjith picked him up. Kissed cheek.
Divya stood near table. Saw both — husband and son. Happy face. Normal family.
But inside her heart big pain.
She thought silent:
"I did mistake last night with rickshaw puller. Hamee bhai ne mujhe choda. Andar tak bhara. Main pativrata nahi rahi. Ranjith ko dhoka diya. ."
Eyes became wet. She turned face away. Wiped tears quick.
Eight thirty in morning.
Hamee cycle rickshaw came in lane.
He shouted loud, "Bachho aaoo!"
Two kids from next house came running. Sat in rickshaw. Laughing.
Divya held Monu hand. Walked towards rickshaw. Monu tiffin bag on shoulder.
Hamee saw Divya coming. His eyes went on her beautiful body.
Yellow saree hugging her curves. Blouse tight on breasts. Pallu little wet from morning pooja water.
Hips moving soft with each step.
Fair skin shining in sun.
Hamee eyes hungry.
Looked long at her breasts, waist, ass.
Divya felt his stare. Face became hot. Shy and shame came again.
She remembered last night — how he fucked her hard on floor.
How he put penis between breasts.
How he cum on her breasts.
She looked down. Did not meet his eyes.
She said soft to Hamee, "Bachho ko dheere le jaao bhaiya. Jaldi mat karna."
Hamee smiled dirty.
Small smile only she saw.
He said low, "Aap ko pata hai na memsab… main thoda zor se karta hu."
Divya understood his double meaning. Last night he fucked her zor se.
Hard strokes.
Pain and joy both.
Her cheeks burned red. Heart beat fast.
She did not answer. Just silent.
She helped Monu sit in rickshaw. Kissed his forehead. "Good boy. Study well."
Monu waved. "Bye Mummy!"
Hamee started pedaling. Rickshaw went away.
Divya stood there one second. Watching them go.
Hamee turned head back once. Looked at her again. Smiled.
Divya quickly went inside house.
Shame.
After five minutes she took her bag. Locked house. Went to bus stop for convent.
She walked fast. Eyes down. Did not look at road corner where beggar sits sometimes.
In bus she sat near window. Mind full of last night.
Hamee penis. His squeeze. His cum on her breasts.
She whispered to herself, "Main bahut galat hoon."
Bus moved.
She teach children today with same smile. But inside — disturbance is not going.
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Two days passed normally. Divya did her daily work. Convent teaching. Cooking. Taking care of Monu. She smiled outside. Inside shame stayed quiet but heavy. Ranjith came back from village. Everything looked normal. No one talked about anything bad.
Third day — Monu birthday.
Divya woke early. Made halwa and kheer. Sweet smell filled kitchen. She wore light blue saree. Tight blouse. Blouse hugged her breasts tight. Cleavage little visible when she bent. Pallu neat. Bindi red. Mangalsutra shining. She looked beautiful. Traditional. But inside heart fast.
Morning eight thirty Hamee rickshaw came. Shouted, “Bachho aao!”
Children came. Sat in rickshaw.
Ranjith was at gate. He saw Hamee. Smiled normal.
“Come in Hamee. Take sweet. Today Monu birthday.”
Hamee looked surprised. He not bathed. Shirt dirty. Lungi smell of sweat and old liquor. Beard rough. Hair messy.
He nodded. “Ji saab.”
He came inside house.
Shoes off at door.
Monu was in hall. Sitting on floor. Watching picture books. Happy birthday mood.
Ranjith looked at Divya in kitchen. Said, “Divya, I am going to bath. Give sweet to rickshaw pullar.”
He took towel. Went to back side bathroom.
Divya in kitchen. Light blue saree shining in morning light. Tight blouse showing her curves. Breasts full. Waist thin. She was stirring kheer. Halwa ready in bowl.
Hamee slowly entered kitchen.
He stood at door. Eyes on her back. Saw her saree. How it hugged her ass. Blouse tight. When she moved arm, breasts moved little.
He came two steps inside. No sound.
Divya felt someone. Turned head. Saw him.
Her face became red. Heart beat fast. Remembered that night — how he fucked her hard. . Between breasts. Shame came like fire.
She said soft, scared, “Hamee bhaiya… wait there. I give sweet.”
But Hamee came more close. Liquor smell faint but there. Eyes hungry on her body.
Ranjith bath sound came from back — water running.
Monu in hall. Books sound.
Kitchen silent except kheer bubbling.
Hamee stood very close now. Behind her.
Hamee stood very close in the kitchen. His hand moved slowly to Divya ass. Started rubbing over saree. Rough palm pressing soft flesh.
Squeezing little.
Divya felt his dirty fingers digging in. Warm through thin fabric.
Divya looked at him angrily. Eyes sharp. But she said nothing. Lips tight. Just stared.
Hamee slowly turned her towards him. Held her waist.
Pulled her body to face him.
Divya saw his ugly face up close. Beard black and rough. Full of dust. Yellow teeth. Red eyes from old liquor.
Bad smell coming from mouth — liquor, beedi, sweat.
He pressed her waist harder. Pulled her close. Kissed her cheeks.
Rough beard scratched her soft skin. Wet lips touched her cheek twice. Slow. Possessive.
Divya looked towards bathroom door. Water sound still coming from inside. Ranjith bathing.
She said low , “I call my husband.”
Hamee face changed. Became sad. Eyes dropped. Hands loosened on her waist.
He removed his hands from her. Stepped back one step.
Looked down. Like small boy who got scold.
Divya saw his sad face.
Something moved in her heart. Pity mixed with shame.
She smiled small. Soft smile.
“I don’t like your dirty face, bhaiyaa.”
Hamee looked up. Still sad. Then looked towards hall. Monu sitting with birthday books. Happy face.
Divya said quiet, “His birthday today, bhaiyaa.”
Hamee still sad. No smile. Eyes down.
Divya looked at bathroom door again. Water sound loud.
She slowly moved to Hamee. One step. Then another.
Raised on toes.
Pressed her soft lips on his rough lips. Silently.
Kiss gentle at first. Just lips touching.
Then deeper. Her mouth opened little.
Tongue touched his lips.
Tasted liquor and beedi taste again.
But she did not stop. Kissed slow. Wet. Warm.
Hamee surprised. Then kissed back soft. Hands stayed on his side. Did not touch her this time.
Kiss lasted ten seconds. Then Divya pulled back.
Looked at him.his Eyes soft now.
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After the kiss, Divya felt very shy.
Her cheeks became hot like fire. Lips tingling. She pulled back fast.
Looked down. Could not see Hamee eyes. Mangalsutra felt heavy on chest.
Shame came like wave — she kissed rickshaw puller in her own kitchen while husband bathing.
Hamee looked at her one second. Dirty smile small. Then he turned. Took halwa bowl from counter.
Said low, “Thank you memsab. Happy birthday to Monu beta.”
He went out kitchen. Out house. Waited at gate for Monu.
Monu came running. “Bye Mummy! !”
Hamee helped Monu sit in rickshaw. Started pedaling. Rickshaw went away. Children laughing sound faded.
Ranjith bath finished. Came in hall with towel on shoulder. Hair wet.
He looked around. Asked , “Where is rickshaw pullar?”
Divya was in kitchen. Back to him.
Hands busy with kheer spoon. Face still red. She said quick, without turning.
“He is hurry. Had to take other children also.”
Ranjith nodded. “Achha. Sweet taste good. Monu happy hoga.”
Divya said “Haan” soft. Still not looking at him.
She felt dirty. Guilty. But little heat also there from kiss.
Ranjith went to hall. Sat with newspaper.
Divya stayed in kitchen. Spoon moving slow. Eyes wet little.
That evening Divya mother called her on phone.
“Beta, ghar aa ja thodi der ke liye. Papa ki tabiyat thik nahi. Bas 2-3 din reh kar aa jaana.”
Divya heart became heavy. She said, “Theek hai Maa. Main aa rahi hoon.”
she packed small bag. Told Ranjith, “Maa ne bulaya hai. Papa ki tabiyat kharab hai. Main 2 din mein wapas aa jaungi.”
Ranjith nodded. “Jaao . Monu ko main sambhal lunga. Careful rehna.”
she went to bus stop. Bus came. She sat near window. Bus started moving.
Village 4 hours away. Bus bumpy. Divya looked outside. Mind full of last days — Beedaa, Hamee, shame, guilt.
Reached village evening. Mother hugged her tight. Father in bed. Weak smile. “Beta aa gayi.”
Divya stayed two days. Cooked food. Gave medicine to father. Talked with mother. Laughed with cousins. But inside — disturbance not gone.
Every time she saw mangalsutra in mirror, she felt bad wife.
Second day night she slept on charpoy outside. Stars shining. Cool wind. She thought about Ranjith, Monu, home.
Also about Hamee dirty face. His kiss. His penis between breasts. Shame came again. She moaned soft.
Divya family was very traditional in village. Everyone respected her father.
He was astrology pandit.
People came from far to ask him about marriage, job, health, child birth.
He read horoscope, gave muhurat, told good-bad days.
All villagers called him "Pandit ji" with respect.
He wore white dhoti-kurta, tilak on forehead, rudraksh mala.
Never ate non-veg. Never drank.
Always spoke calm and wise.
Divya mother was simple housewife. Cooked on chulha. Kept house clean. Wore saree always.
Never went out without pallu on head.
She taught Divya everything — how to cook, how to serve husband, how to do pooja, how to keep family izzat.
In village, Divya grew up like that only. No boyfriend. No late night. Always home before dark.
Father strict. "Ladki ka sabse bada dhan uski izzat hai." He said this many times.
When Divya married Ranjith, father himself chose muhurat. Big wedding in village. All relatives came. Divya wore red saree. Looked like goddess. Everyone said, "Pandit ji ki beti kitni sundar aur sanskari hai."
But now, Divya in city. Far from village. Far from father rules. Far from mother teachings.
Last few days — Beedaa, Hamee, dirty touches, sex in house, cum on body — all this felt like big sin.
If father knew, he would break. If mother knew, she would cry whole life.
Shame became bigger after village visit. She saw father face. Weak but still proud. He blessed her.
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