Adultery Zahreen : The innocent Beautiful Masoom Ladki

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Zahreen Punjab se Delhi ke liye nikal padi thi. Uski mummy Azra ne uske liye bahut saare traditional suits pack kiye the, par papa Ashfaq ne thoda modern touch dene ke liye kuch kurtis aur jeans bhi diye the. Dadi ki yaad aati thi kabhi kabhi, lekin ab wo nahi thi to ghar wale thode relaxed the.
Delhi pahunchte hi university campus mein welcome hua. Zahreen ne apna admission confirm kiya aur hostel room mein shift ho gayi. Uska room number 205 tha, second floor pe. Jab wo apna saman andar le ja rahi thi, tabhi uski roommate aa gayi.
“Hi! Main Riya Sharma. Tum Zahreen ho na?”
Riya ek confident ***** ladki thi, age 23, fair complexion, slim figure, lambi straight hairs. Wo college ke first day pe hi short top aur jeans mein thi. Zahreen ne thoda hesitate karke smile ki aur haath milaya.
“Dono bohot jaldi close ho gaye. Riya bahut friendly thi. Pehle din se hi usne Zahreen ko campus ghumaya, canteen dikhaya, library batai. Zahreen ko Delhi ki hawa, crowd, sab naya lag raha tha. Lucknow ki shanti yahan nahi thi.
Lekin sabse badi problem college dress code thi.
“Burkha allowed nahi hai yahan,” admin ne clearly bola tha orientation mein. “College secular hai, koi religious attire restrict kar diya gaya hai for uniformity. Sirf decent western ya Indian fusion wear allowed.”
Zahreen ke liye yeh shock tha. Ghar pe to wo kabhi bina burkhe ke bahar nahi nikli thi itna. Par ab kya karti? Papa se baat ki to unhone kaha, “Beta, padhai zaroori hai. Thoda adjust kar lo. Kurtis ya salwar suit pehen lo jo decent ho.”
Pehle din college jaate waqt Zahreen ne ek simple sky blue kurti aur white leggings pehna. Burkha utaar diya tha room mein hi. Jab wo mirror ke saamne khadi hui, to uska doodh jaisa gora rang, kasa hua 34C-28-34 ka figure, lambi kali hairs open kiye hue… wo khud ko dekhte hi thoda sharma gayi. Itna exposed feel ho raha tha pehli baar.
Riya ne dekha to whistle maari, “Arre waah Zahreen! Tum to bomb ho yaar! Itna gora rang, perfect figure… burkhe mein chhupa ke rakha tha kya?”
Zahreen laal ho gayi, “Riya… aise mat bolo na. Mujhe bahut awkward lag raha hai.”
Riya hasi, “Arre relax! Yahan sab aise hi hain. Tumhari body to killer hai. 5’5” height pe yeh curves… ladke line laga denge.”
Hostel room mein dono raat ko baatein karte. Riya apne boyfriend ki stories sunati, kissing, dating ke bare mein openly baat karti. Zahreen pehli baar aisi baatein sun rahi thi. Usko thoda strange laga, par Riya ki closeness se wo dheere dheere khulne lagi.
Ek din shower ke baad Zahreen sirf towel lapet ke bahar aayi. Uska gora badan abhi bhi geela tha, towel uske 34C boobs ko tightly pakde hue tha, neeche se uski smooth gol taangein chamak rahi thi. Riya bed pe leti hui mobile chala rahi thi.
“Damn girl… towel mein bhi tum itni hot lag rahi ho,” Riya ne tease kiya.
Zahreen ne jaldi se apna night suit pehen liya, par Riya ki nazar uske badan pe thodi der tak lagi rahi. “Tumhari skin kitni soft aur fair hai… bilkul doodh jaisi. Main to jealous ho rahi hoon.”
Zahreen muskurayi, par andar se uske dil mein ek ajnabi si sensation ho rahi thi. Delhi ki nayi zindagi, naye kapde, roommate ki modern baatein… sab usko dheere dheere badal raha tha.
College mein bhi ladke uski taraf dekhte rehte. Uski khubsurati, uska simple par attractive look… sab notice kar rahe the. Zahreen abhi bhi kisi se baat nahi karti thi zyada, par apni izzat ka khayal rakhte hue wo padhai pe focus kar rahi thi.
Riya ek din boli, “Zahreen, kal party hai freshers ki. Chalo na, thoda enjoy karo. Bas simple dress pehen lena.”
Zahreen soch mein pad gayi… kya wo jaayegi? Aur agar gayi to kya pehne gi?





Zahreen raat ko bed pe leti hui thi. Riya ki baat – “Kal freshers party hai, chalo na” – uske dimag mein ghum rahi thi. Wo apne phone pe time dekh rahi thi. 11:30 PM. Room ki light dim thi. Riya apne bed pe leti hui earphones laga ke koi romantic song sun rahi thi, kabhi kabhi uske honthon pe muskaan aa jaati.
Zahreen ne aankhein band ki. Uske dil mein do taraf ki ladai chal rahi thi. Ek taraf uski purani soch – “Dadi hoti toh kabhi allow nahi karti. Papa mummy ko kya bataungi? Main akele party mein? Aur kapde… burkhe ke bina itna sab logon ke saamne?” Usne apne doodh jaisi gori skin ko yaad kiya, jo ab college ke normal kapdon mein thoda thoda expose ho rahi thi. 34C ke ubhre hue boobs, patli kamar 28 inch, aur gol-matar 34 inch ki hips… pehle toh sirf ghar ke andar hi feel hota tha. Ab har roz mirror mein dekh kar wo khud ko naya-naya mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Par dusri taraf… Delhi ki yeh nayi duniya. Riya ki closeness. Wo ladki jo har cheez openly bolti hai – dating, kissing, body ko enjoy karna. Zahreen ko pehli baar apne andar ek chhoti si curiosity jag rahi thi. “Ek baar try kar lu toh kya ho jaayega? Bas dekhungi na… kisi se baat nahi karungi. Sirf Riya ke saath rahungi.” Wo sharma ke takiya mein muh chhupa liya. Uske gaal garam ho gaye the.
Subah uth kar Riya ne turant usko pakad liya. “Arre Zahreen! Decide kar liya? Party ke liye ready? Main tujhe perfect outfit choose karwaungi. Trust me, tu bomb ban jaayegi!”
Zahreen ne sharmaate hue sirf haan mein sir hila diya. “Par Riya… bahut revealing nahi hona chahiye. Main… main sharma jaati hoon.”
Riya hasi aur uske cupboard khol diya. “Arre relax yaar. Teri figure itni killer hai, chhupane ka kya fayda? Dekh, yeh black off-shoulder top aur yeh high-waist jeans. Simple hai, par tujhpe jaise bana hoga.”
Zahreen ne kapde haath mein liye. Fabric soft tha, silky. Usne bathroom mein jaake change kiya. Jab bahar aayi, toh Riya ka muh khula reh gaya.
Zahreen ka gora badan ab bilkul alag lag raha tha. Black off-shoulder top uske 34C boobs ko thoda sa tight pakad raha tha, shoulders aur collarbone completely exposed. Uski doodh jaisi skin chamak rahi thi under the room light. High-waist jeans uski patli kamar ko highlight kar rahi thi aur hips ko perfectly shape de rahi thi. Lambi kali hairs open, thoda curl kiye hue.
Riya ne dheere se uske paas aake uske shoulders pe haath rakha. “Zahreen… tu toh sach mein goddess hai. Yeh skin… itni soft, itni fair. Top ke andar se tere curves kitne clearly dikh rahe hain. Ladke dekh ke pagal ho jaayenge.”
Zahreen ne mirror mein khud ko dekha aur turant aankhein jhuka li. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi thi. “Riya… yeh bahut… bahut tight hai na? Mere… mere boobs… itne highlight ho rahe hain. Main aise bahar kaise jaungi? Log kya sochenge?”
Riya ne usko ghuma ke dekha, aur piche se uski kamar pe haath fer diya. “Arre, yeh toh normal hai yahan. Tu sharma mat. Feel kar… kitna comfortable hai. Tera badan itna kasa hua hai, itna perfect… pehli baar toh enjoy kar.”
Zahreen ka badan halka sa shiver kar gaya jab Riya ka haath uski bare skin pe laga. Wo pehli baar kisi aur ke touch se aisa mehsoos kar rahi thi. Usne socha, “Yeh kya ho raha hai mujhe? Main toh kabhi kisi ladke ko bhi itna paas nahi aane diya… aur ab Riya… par wo sirf friend hai na?” Usne jaldi se apne haath se top ko thoda upar kheenchne ki koshish ki, par wo aur zyada tight ho gaya, boobs aur bhi ubhar aaye.
“Thoda makeup bhi kar lu?” Riya ne pucha, aur bina jawab ka intezaar kiye usko chair pe baitha diya. Riya ne lipstick lagaya – deep pink shade. Zahreen ke soft lips pe jab brush gaya, toh wo sharma ke kaanp gayi. “Riya… yeh bahut bold hai na?”
Riya ne uske chehre ko haathon mein pakad ke mirror ki taraf ghuma diya. “Dekh khud ko… tu kitni hot lag rahi hai. Bas party mein enjoy kar. Main saath hoon na.”
Zahreen ne andar hi andar socha – “Kya main sach mein yeh sab kar rahi hoon? Pehli baar itna reveal kar rahi hoon… par yeh feeling… alag si hai. Dar bhi lag raha hai, excitement bhi.”
Party ke liye dono nikalne wali thi. Zahreen ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne last time mirror mein dekha – apna naya look, apna khula badan, aur Riya ki smile.






Zahreen aur Riya room se bahar nikalne hi wali thi. Zahreen abhi bhi usi black off-shoulder top aur high-waist jeans mein thi. Uski 34C ki ubhari hui boobs top ke tight fabric se bilkul saaf dikh rahi thi, shoulders aur collarbone ki gori skin room ki light mein chamak rahi thi. High-waist jeans uski patli 28 inch kamar ko perfectly pakad rahi thi aur hips ki golai ko aage piche hilte hue highlight kar rahi thi. Wo mirror ke saamne last glance de rahi thi aur andar hi andar soch rahi thi, “Yeh main kya kar rahi hoon… itna sab expose… par Riya ke saath feel toh alag sa ho raha hai.”
Tabhi uska phone baj utha. Screen pe “Mummy” likha tha.
Zahreen ka dil ekdum se dhadak gaya. Usne jaldi se call pick kiya. “Haan Mummy… bolo.”
Azra Khan ki awaaz aayi, pyar bhari par thodi serious, “Beta Zahreen, kaise ho? Delhi pahunch ke sab theek toh hai na? Aaj kya kar rahi ho? Padhai shuru ho gayi? Hostel mein khana sahi mil raha hai? Aur… burkha toh pehen ke hi college ja rahi ho na beta? Papa bhi poochh rahe the.”
Zahreen ke muh ka rang ud gaya. Usne apne aap ko mirror mein dekha – off-shoulder top, exposed shoulders, tight boobs, jeans mein ubhari hui figure… Mummy ki awaaz sunte hi uske dil mein purani soch wapas aa gayi. Dadi ki yaad, ghar ki izzat, “Agar Mummy ko pata chal gaya toh… main kya kar rahi hoon yahan?” Uske haath thande pad gaye. Wo turant piche hat gayi aur bed pe baith gayi.
“Mummy… sab theek hai. Main… main bas room mein hoon. Padhai kar rahi thi,” usne kaanpati awaaz mein bola, par uski aankhein abhi bhi uske nange shoulders pe thi.
Call cut hone ke baad Zahreen ne Riya ki taraf dekha. Uske gaal laal ho gaye the. “Riya… main nahi jaungi party mein. Tum jao na. Mujhe… mujhe nahi jaana.”
Riya ne uske paas aake baith gayi. Usne Zahreen ke haath pakad liye aur dheere se uski ungliyon pe haath ferne lagi. “Arre Zahreen… kya hua? Mummy ki call aayi toh itna ghabra kyun gayi? Dekh, yeh sirf ek freshers party hai. Sab log ja rahe hain. Main akeli kaise jaungi? Agar tu nahi aayegi toh main bhi nahi jaungi. Please yaar… hum dono saath mein hi enjoy karenge. Teri yeh look… itni hot, itni beautiful… waste mat kar.”
Zahreen ne aankhein jhuka li. Uske dil mein bahut badi ladai chal rahi thi. Mummy ki baat ne usko bilkul wapas Lucknow wali soch mein le aayi thi. “Riya… yeh sab mujhe nahi suit karta. Main… main aisi kapdon mein bahar nahi ja sakti. Mera badan… log dekhte rahenge. Mujhe bahut sharam aa rahi hai.”
Riya ne uske shoulders pe haath rakha – bilkul usi jagah jahan top khula tha. Uski ungliyan Zahreen ki gori, soft skin pe dheere se ghumne lagi. “Dekh… main samajhti hoon. Par yahan Delhi hai. Sab normal hai. Tu itni khubsurat hai, doodh jaisi gori… 34C ke perfect curves… kyun chhupayegi? Bas ek baar try kar. Agar nahi feel hua toh kabhi nahi jaayenge. Promise.”
Zahreen ne socha, socha bahut. Uske dil mein dar tha, sharam thi, par Riya ki closeness, uski baatein, aur woh halka sa touch… uske andar ek chhoti si curiosity phir se jag gayi. Bahut der tak chup rehne ke baad usne dheere se bola, “Theek hai… OK. Par main kapde change kar lungi. Yeh… yeh bahut revealing hai. Main normal dress pehen ke jaungi.”
Riya muskurayi aur usko hug kar liya. Hug ke time uske boobs Zahreen ke boobs se halka sa touch hue – dono ki softi ek dusre se takraayi. Zahreen ka badan ek baar phir se shiver kar gaya.
Zahreen ne bathroom mein jaake jaldi se kapde badle. Ab wo pehle wali simple sky blue kurti aur white leggings pehen li thi. Kurti thodi fitted thi, uske 34C boobs ko shape de rahi thi par shoulders cover the. Leggings uski taangon ki golai ko saaf dikhla rahi thi. Wo abhi bhi bahut khubsurat thi, par thodi safe feel kar rahi thi.
Jab wo bahar aayi toh Riya ne usko upar se neeche tak dekha aur boli, “Ab bhi bomb hai tu… par jaise tu comfortable hai waise hi theek hai. Chalo, late ho rahe hain.”
Dono room se nikal padi. Zahreen ka dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Mummy ki baat ka asar abhi bhi tha, par Riya ke saath jaane ka excitement bhi. Wo soch rahi thi, “Kya main sach mein yeh sab kar rahi hoon? Sirf party… bas dekhungi. Kuch nahi karungi. Par yeh feeling… andar kuch ho raha hai jo pehle kabhi nahi hua.”
Campus ke party ground ki taraf jaate hue Riya ne uska haath pakad liya aur dheere se squeeze kiya.
Zahreen sharma ke muskurayi… par andar se soch rahi thi – “Ab kya hoga?”






Zahreen aur Riya campus ke party ground ki taraf chal rahi thi. Raat ka time tha, lights jagmagaa rahi thi, music ki dheemi dhun door se hi sunai de rahi thi. Zahreen ka haath Riya ke haath mein tha – Riya ne tightly pakad rakha tha, jaise wo kah rahi ho ki “main hoon na, dar mat.”
Lekin Zahreen ke andar ek bada sa toofan chal raha tha.
Usne apni sky blue kurti ko neeche se thoda sa kheencha. Kurti fitted thi, uske 34C boobs ko dheere se ubhaar rahi thi. Har kadam ke saath uski gori skin ke upar fabric halka sa ragad raha tha, aur usko mehsoos ho raha tha ki uske nipples thode se hard ho gaye hain. “Yeh kya ho raha hai mujhe?” usne andar hi andar socha. Mummy ki call abhi bhi kaan mein goonj rahi thi – “Burkha pehen ke hi college ja rahi ho na beta?” Uske gaal garam ho gaye. Sharam ki ek lahar uske pure badan mein fail gayi. “Agar mummy ko pata chal jaaye ki main party mein ja rahi hoon… aur itne logon ke saamne… bina burkhe ke… wo kya sochenge? Papa? Dadi ki rooh bhi shayad ro rahi hogi upar se.”
Par uske saath saath ek aur feeling thi – ek chhoti si, par tez hoti ja rahi curiosity. Riya ke haath ka garam touch uski ungliyon pe abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha tha. Jab Riya ne room mein hug kiya tha, tab dono ke boobs ek dusre se takraaye the… wo soft, garam feeling abhi bhi uske dil mein thi. “Riya itni freely sab karti hai… usko koi sharam nahi. Aur main? Main itni sundar hoon, doodh jaisi gori… kasa hua badan… phir bhi hamesha chhupati rahi. Kya ek baar… bas dekhne se hi kya farak padega?”
Wo apne aap ko yaad dilane lagi – “Main sirf dekhungi. Dance nahi karungi. Kisi se baat nahi karungi. Bas Riya ke saath rahungi aur wapas aa jaungi.” Par uske dimag mein ek aur tasveer ban rahi thi – party ke lights mein log usko dekhenge. Uski patli kamar, gol hips jo leggings mein thoda thoda hil rahi thi… kya wo sab notice karenge? Uske thighs ke beech ek halki si garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi jo pehle kabhi nahi hui thi.
Riya ne uski taraf dekha aur muskurayi, “Zahreen… kya soch rahi hai itna? Tera chehra laal ho raha hai. Nervous hai kya?”
Zahreen ne aankhein jhuka li, awaaz mein sharam bhari hui, “Riya… bahut dar lag raha hai. Mummy ki baat yaad aa rahi hai. Main… main aisi jagah pe kabhi nahi gayi. Sab log dekh rahe honge na? Mera… mera figure… yeh kurti mein bhi boobs thode ubhar rahe hain. Log kya sochenge? Main bilkul alag mehsoos kar rahi hoon… jaise mera badan khud ko pehchaan raha ho.”
Riya ne uske haath ko aur tightly squeeze kiya aur dheere se uske kaan ke paas boli, “Arre pagli… yeh sharam hi toh tujhe itni hot bana rahi hai. Dekh, teri yeh gori skin lights mein kitni chamak rahi hai. Teri kamar… hips… sab perfect hai. Curiosity ko mat rok. Bas feel kar. Main hoon na saath mein. Agar uncomfortable lage toh turant wapas chalenge. Promise.”
Party ground ke gate pe pahunchte hi music zor se sunai dene laga. Lights colorful thi, log has rahe the, dance floor pe couples aur groups hil rahe the. Zahreen ka dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga. Usne apne boobs ko jhuk kar dekha – kurti ka neck thoda sa low tha, collarbone ki gori line saaf dikh rahi thi. Uske nipples ab aur bhi sensitive lag rahe the, fabric se ragad ke. Sharam ne usko rokne ki koshish ki – “Wapas chal jaa Zahreen… yeh teri izzat hai” – par curiosity ne dheere se kaha, “Bas ek nazar toh dekh le… kaisa feel hota hai yeh sab.”
Wo Riya ke saath andar kadam rakhte hi ruk gayi. Uski saans tez ho gayi thi. Badan pe paseena aa raha tha, par wo paseena bhi uski gori skin ko aur chamka raha tha.
Riya ne uske kaan mein fursat se kaha, “Dekha? Sab normal hai. Tu kitni beautiful lag rahi hai. Ab bata… andar chalna hai ya wapas?”
Zahreen ne gehri saans li. Uske andar sharam aur curiosity dono ek dusre se lad rahe the… aur curiosity dheere dheere jeet rahi thi.



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