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Teen hafte nikal chuke the us aakhiri baar se jab kisi mard ke haath ne uske nange jism ko chhua tha.
Abhay ke din aur raatein placement prep, companies ke aptitude tests, aur faculty mentor ke continuous reviews mein dhal chuki thin. Sham ki coffee meeting ab mushkil se pandrah minute ki formality ban gayi thi; late-night phone calls do minute ke dry updates mein badal chuke the — “Sorry jaan, project review hai subah, bilkul time nahi mil raha.” Sunday ko agar do ghante ke liye woh milte bhi, toh Abhay ke haath mein uska mobile hota, placement portal refresh hota rehta. Ek quick kiss, thodi der haath pakadna, aur phir woh wapas apni slides mein doob jaata. Physical connection poori tarah khatam tha. Sex ka koi naam-o-nishan nahi tha.
Aur udhar San Francisco mein, Rahul Sanjeev ki shell company transactions ke legal loops, Jessica se naye logs nikaalne, aur Stanford mein Liam Brooks ke sath hone wale intellectual war mein poori tarah uljha hua tha. Pichle do hafton se na koi naya cryptic command aaya tha, na koi aisi private demand aayi thi jo uske jism ki pyas ko bhadkaye.
Trupti poori tarah se akeli pad gayi thi.
Woh akelapan koi emotional rona-dhona nahi tha — woh ek aisi jaanleva, ziddi sharirik bhook thi jo uske pait ke nichle hisse mein aag ki tarah sulagti rehti thi. Jab ek aurat ko uski aadat se zyada tanaav, dirty thrill, aur rough possession ki lat lag jaati hai, toh achanak aane wala sannata use andar se cheerne lagta hai. Din mein campus par woh shaant, dignified Student Council VP thi, lekin akele kamre mein uski ragon mein wahi nasha daudta tha jo Rahul ke manipulation aur Vikki ki dirty stalking ne sikhaya tha. Uske andar ki chhipii hui, besharm slut Abhay ke is neglect se aur zyada bhadak uthi thi.
Aaj subah usne wardrobe ke samne khade hokar behad soch-samajh kar kapde chune the.
Ek jet-black sleeveless rib-knit top. Kapda behad soft aur jism se poori tarah chipakne wala tha, jiska neckline gehra U-cut tha. Niche usne bilkul thin, seamless bra pehni thi jo uske 36-D boobs ko aage ki taraf push kar rahi thi. Jab woh aage jhukti, toh uske dono gaur-varn, bhare hue stano ke beech ki garm, gehari lakeer bina kisi parde ke saaf ubhar aati — do naram, gori pahaadiyan jo kisi bhi mard ki saans rok dene ke liye kaafi thin. Niche tight-fitted dark blue jeans thi jo uske chaude hips aur thighs ke har curve ko tight hold kiye hue thi. Baal kandhon par bikhre the, aur hothon par halka sa wet gloss laga tha.
Mirror ke samne khadi hokar usne apne reflection ko dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek aisi shaitani chamak thi jo kisi shareef ladki ki nahi ho sakti thi. Aaj woh college ki VP ya kisi ki shareef mangetar ban kar nahi nikal rahi thi. Aaj woh us aurat ko le kar nikal rahi thi jisne kuch raatein pehle 19 saal ke junior ko apni nangi collarbone wali nighty photo bhej kar uska chain chheen liya tha.
Library ka third floor. Purane Reference Archives ka kone wala section.
Shaam ke 4:50 baj rahe the. Yahan wooden shelves itni lambi aur ghani thin ki aaspaas ka poora area ek secluded tunnel jaisa ban jaata tha. Ceiling par lage purane CCTV camera ka angle shelves ke is aakhiri corner ko cover nahi karta tha. Khidki se aane wali shaam ki amber dhoop purani kitabon ki racks par dheere-dheere dhal rahi thi.
Aryan theek 5:05 par aaya.
Usne haath mein registers pakde hue the, backpack ek shoulder par tha. Uski chaal mein wahi familiar, nervous jhijhak thi. Lekin jaise hi usne table ke kone par baithi Trupti ko dekha, uske kadam jaise zameen par chipak gaye. Uski dark aankhein Trupti ke nange, chikne kandhon se phisalti hui seedha uske black top ke gehre U-neck par jaa kar jam gayin.
Pehle do second. Phir chaar second.
Aryan ne thook nigal kar nazrein hatane ki koshish ki, lekin uski mardana nazar magnet ki tarah wapas usi gehre ghaat par jaa kar chipak gayi. Uske chehre par achanak laali chha gayi.
“Accountancy ka… woh jo last doubt bacha tha,” Aryan ne apni ladkhadaati aawaaz ko zabardasti normal karte hue kaha, “financial ratios wala.”
Trupti ne copy kholi aur bagal wali chair ki taraf ishara kiya. Uski aawaaz mein ek meetha, ajeeb sa tanaav tha. “Yahan baitho. Dikhao kahan atak rahe ho.”
Aryan uske theek bagal mein baith gaya. Dono chairs itni kareeb thin ki Aryan ka kandha Trupti ke nange, chikne baazu se mushkil se do inch door tha. Hawa mein purani kitabon ki sookhi smell ke beech Trupti ke jism ki garm vanila khushbu aur uski saans Aryan ke chehre par thapede maar rahi thi.
Trupti ne register aage kiya aur pen se ek balance sheet par point kiya. “Current assets aur quick liabilities ka formula dekho pehle…”
Lekin bolte waqt Trupti ka shareer achanak aage jhuk gaya.
Uska sleeveless top uske bade boobs ke bhaari weight se aage ki taraf thoda aur khul gaya. Uski thin bra ka lace-edge aur uske gore stano ka adha hissa Aryan ki aankhon ke bilkul theek samne, sirf kuch inch ki doori par jhulne laga. Do naram gori deewaron ke beech ki garm ghaati fluorescent light mein chamak rahi thi. Jaise hi Trupti ne doosri line par pen rakha, woh do inch aur jhuk gayi.
Aryan ka bolna beech mein hi ruk gaya. Uske gale ka ghunt atka, saans gale mein phans gayi. “Yeh… current ratio ka… jo denominator hai…”
“Haan,” Trupti ne behad dheemi, rasili aawaaz mein kaha. Uski nazrein book par thin, lekin hothon par ek halki muskaan thi. “Bolo na Aryan. Dekh kya rahe ho? Yeh page ke numbers… ya yeh jo saamne khula hua hai?”
Aryan ka poora chehra aag ki tarah tapne laga. Usne palke jhuka kar register par concentrate karne ki poori koshish ki, lekin uski 19 saal ki jawan mardangi uske dimaag par haavi ho chuki thi. Woh buri tarah fail ho gaya.
“Aap… aapne aaj yeh top pehna hai,” usne dabi hui, raspy aawaaz mein kaha.
“Pehna hai. Garmi lag rahi thi mujhe,” Trupti ne bilkul innocent ban kar kaha, lekin usne apna jism peeche nahi kheencha. Woh waisi hi aage jhuki rahi, apne dono gore doodh uski aankhon ke samne pesh karte hue. “Apna doubt clear karo. Ya phir yahan sirf mujhe dekhne ke liye aaye the?”
Aryan ne ek bhaari, kaanpti hui saans li. Library ke is sunsaan kone ki khamoshi mein uski aawaaz ek gande, bebaak sach mein badal gayi.
“Dono ke liye aaya tha… aap achhi tarah jaanti ho,” Aryan ne table ke neeche apni mutthi bheenchte hue phusphusa kar kaha. “Woh jo raat ko photo bheji thi aapne… peach nighty wali… main teen raat se chain se so nahi paaya hoon. Aapki collarbone, aur upar se jo aapke gore jism ka hissa dikh raha tha… main bed par let kar haath laga kar hi so pata hoon. Phir bhi control nahi hota. Aur aaj aap library mein yeh pehan kar aa gayi. Aap seedha mujhe pagal kar rahi ho, Trupti.”




Trupti ke pet ke nichle hisse mein ek aisi teekhi, mastana lehar uthi ki uski panty ke beech ek gaadha geelapan phail gaya. Teen hafte ka sookha-pan aur akelapan Aryan ke in nange, bhookhe shabdon se ek jhatke mein baha le gaya tha. Ek ladka jo use apni mari hui didi ki jagah par rakh kar poojta tha, ab uski chhaatiyon ko dekh kar lund mutthi mein jakadne ki baat kar raha tha — yeh ganda paap Trupti ki ragon mein aag laga raha tha.
“Agar Abhay achanak yahan aa jaye toh?” Trupti ne aage jhuke-jhuke hi apni kaali aankhein utha kar poocha. “Socho, yahi kone wali table ho. Main aise aage jhuki hoon, mera gala itna khula hai, aur tum meri cleavage ko ghoor rahe ho. Woh agle hi shelf ke piche khada ho sakta hai.”
Aryan ne nazrein uthayi. Uski aankhon mein ab sharm kam aur ek aisi andhi, mardana bhook thi jo kisi hadd ko nahi maanti thi.
“Mujhe pata hai yeh kitna bada khatra hai,” Aryan ne haanpte hue kaha. “Unhone mujhe apne group mein jagah di, mujh par trust kiya. Lekin main khud ko kaise roku apni didi se? Aap meri didi jaisi dikhti ho, unhi ki tarah aawaaz hai… par aap unse pyar karti ho, aur yahan jhuk kar mujhe apne nange doodh dikha rahi ho. Main jaanta hoon main paap kar raha hoon, par main khud ko rok nahi pa raha.”
Trupti ne halke se haath hila kar table se apna pen jaan-boojh kar neeche gira diya.
Woh pen uthane ke liye zameen ki taraf jhuki. Is baar uska top poori tarah aage latak gaya. Uske bhare-bhare 36-D stano ka poora rounded aakaar aur unke nipples ke ubhar Aryan ki aankhon ke bilkul samne nange hone ke kareeb aa gaye. Aryan ki nazar bilkul wahi jam gayi, uske hoth sookh gaye. Trupti ne jaan-boojh kar poore teen second tak pen nahi uthaya, us ladke ko apni chhaatiyon ki garm chamak ko peene diya.
Phir pen utha kar jab woh wapas seedhi hui, toh uske baalon ki lat Aryan ke kaanpti hui ungliyon se ragadti hui nikli.
“Didi ko aise ghoor kar nahi dekhte, Aryan,” Trupti ne uske kaan ke bilkul kareeb jhuk kar fusfusaya. “Didi ke boobs nahi dekhte jab woh padha rahi hoti hai.”
“Dekhta hoon,” Aryan ne almost bilkul dheemi, haanpti hui aawaaz mein kaha. Uski jeans ke andar uska 19 saal ka lund pathar ki tarah akad kar tight ho chuka tha. “Roz dekhta hoon. Canteen mein jab aap Abhay bhaiya ke bagal mein baithti ho tab bhi unke haath ke piche se dekhta hoon. Aur us selfie ke baad toh dimaag phat raha hai mera. Aapki nighty mein jo golai dikh rahi thi… aaj is black top mein wahi jism mere theek samne hai. Main paagal ho jaunga.”
Trupti ne Aryan ka register apni taraf kheencha aur pen se margin par ek be-matlab ki line kheenchi — sirf waqt ko rokne ke liye.
“Bolo na,” usne aawaaz ko bilkul madhosh aur gehra kiya. “Bolo kya gandi baat soch rahe ho iss waqt? Yahi library ke kone mein, chupchap.”
Aryan ke kaan aur gardan aag ki tarah laal ho chuke the. Table ke neeche uski dono jaanghein tanaav mein kaanp rahi thin.
“Sochta hoon ki aap thoda aur aage jhuko… aur main apna haath aapke is U-neck ke andar daal doon,” Aryan ne daant bheenchte hue bilkul dheeme kaha. “Aapke naram, garm doodhon ko apni mutthi mein dabau. Aap dheeme se ‘mat karo’ bolo par peeche na hato. Sochta hoon ki isi shelf ke piche aapki jeans ki zip khol kar aapki panty check karu… woh pakka geeli hogi. Kyunki aap bhi is gande khel mein mere sath ho. Woh photo koi accident nahi thi. Aaj yeh top pehan kar aana koi ittefaq nahi hai.”
Trupti ki saans ukhad gayi. Uski chhaati tezi se upar-neeche hone lagi.
“Haan,” usne bina kisi sharm ke uski aankhon mein dekha. “Koi ittefaq nahi hai. Abhay ne pichle teen hafte se mere jism ko ek baar bhi nahi chhua hai. Pata hai yeh baat tumhe?”
Aryan ki aankhein hairani aur beinteha bhook se phail gayin. “Aap… aap mujhe yeh kyun bata rahi ho?”
“Kyunki tum sochte ho ki main sirf uski shareef aurat hoon,” Trupti ne aage jhuk kar apna chehra uske chehre se sirf do inch ki doori par kar diya. Uske garam hoth Aryan ke gaal ko chhoo rahe the. “Main uski fiancée hoon. Shaadi bhi usi se hogi. Par theek iss waqt, main yahan library ke kone mein jhuk kar tumhe apne boobs dikha rahi hoon. Tum apni didi ke jism ko dekhne se khud ko nahi rok pa rahe… aur main tumhe tadpaane ke is maza ko nahi chhod pa rahi. Pata hai na kitna bada khatra hai? Agar Abhay abhi is shelf ke piche aa jaye, toh tumhara college, meri izzat, sab kuch khaak ho jayega. Phir bhi tum dekho. Aur main jhukungi.”



Aryan ka daayan haath table ke neeche se sarakte hue Trupti ki jeans pehni hui thandi jaangh ke kareeb aaya.
Pehle do second sirf hawa ka faasla tha. Trupti ne apna pair peeche nahi hataya. Phir Aryan ki garam, kaanpti hui ungliyan uski jaangh ke kapde par tik gayin. Ek halka sa mardana dabav. Trupti ke pet ke andar achanak aisi jalan uthi ki usne apne dono pairon ko do inch aur khol diya — na toh koi open invitation thi, na koi manaahi thi, bas ek khamosh, besharm ijaazat thi.
“Aap geeli ho chuki ho na?” Aryan ne uske hothon ko ghoorte hue dabi hui saans mein kaha.
“Library mein mera hisaab mat lagao,” Trupti ne ek katilana muskaan ke sath pen desk par rakha. “Chalo, register uthao aur yahan se niklo. Kal canteen mein mujhe aisi gandi nazron se mat dekhna. Aaj dekh liya na? Bas itna kaafi tha.”
Usne register band kiya aur khadi ho gayi.
Khade hote waqt uska black sleeveless top uske bade boobs par ek second ke liye tanaav se bilkul chipak gaya. Aryan wahi chair par baitha raha, uska chehra Trupti ki chhaati ke bilkul level par tha aur uski aankhein upar uthi hui thin. Trupti ne bag shoulder par daala aur aage jhuk kar apne baal ungli se kaan ke piche kiye — cleavage ek baar phir se uske chehre ke samne khul gayi.
“Soch rahe the na ki raat ko woh photo delete kar doge?” Trupti ne uski aankhon mein jhaanka. “Khabardaar jo delete kiya. Use dekh kar yaad rakhna ki tumne kya dekha hai. Aur apna control bana ke rakhna. Kyunki agle baar main itna jhukungi… ya poora khol dungi, maine abhi decide nahi kiya hai.”
Aryan turant khada nahi ho paaya. Uski jeans ke aage ka hissa itna ubhra hua aur akad chuka tha ki woh public mein chalne ke layak nahi tha. Trupti ne uske tanaav ko saaf dekha, hothon mein muskaan dabayi, aur bina piche mude aage nikal gayi.
Third floor ke corridor mein aate hi Trupti ke dil ki dhadkan tezi se bhagne lagi. Uski panty uski dono jaanghon ke beech chipak rahi thi, uski choot se nikalta garam paani thanda padne laga tha.
Theek usi waqt uske bag mein phone vibrate hua.
Screen par Abhay ka message flash ho raha tha:
Abhay:
Jaan, aaj bhi placement mentor ke sath late tak baithna padega. Really sorry. Kal pakka milte hain.
Trupti ne bina ruki chaal ke sath chalte hue screen par type kiya:
Trupti:
It’s totally okay Abhay. Main library mein padh rahi hoon.
Send.
Jhoot.
Woh ek lafz bhi nahi padh rahi thi. Woh toh library ke sabse andhere kone se nikal rahi thi jahan uske mangetar ke trust kiye hue 19 saal ke ladke ne uski cleavage ko aankhon se khaya tha, uski jaangh ko chhukar kaanpa tha, aur meri didi bol kar apni hawas ko maana tha.
Usne Rahul ke encrypted panel ko check kiya. Wahan bilkul sannata tha. Rahul ko usne ek shabd nahi likha.
Kyunki yeh khel ab kisi aur ke remote control par nahi chal raha tha. Yeh ab uska apna khel tha.
Ganda. Dheema. Nashila.
Aur Abhay ke is late aane wale beparwah message ne uske andar ki aag ko bujhane ke bajaye… use aur zyada besharm aur azaad bana diya tha.



Sunday ki subah 11:20 baj rahe the.
Girls' hostel ke room 304 mein ek ajeeb sa, bhaari sannata chhaya hua tha. Sheetal weekend ke liye apne hometown gayi hui thi, isliye poora kamra bilkul khali aur shaant tha. Bahar dhoop thodi tez thi, par room ke andar ceiling fan ki monotonous ghoon-ghoon ke alawa koi aawaaz nahi thi. Trupti apne single bed par seedhi leti hui thi, ek haath pet par aur dusra matress par gira hua. Uski aankhein chhat par lage safed plaster ke dhabbon ko ghoor rahi thin.
Pichle lagbhag teen hafton se uske jism ko kisi mard ne theek se chhua tak nahi tha.
Abhay ka wahi routine tha jo ab uske gale ki haddi ban chuka tha — placement cell, company shortlists, faculty mentors ke saath long sessions, aur raat-raat bhar jaag kar banti PPT slides. Subah se woh online tak nahi aaya tha. Uss din ka aakhiri message subah 8:40 par aaya tha:
“Jaan, aaj poora din corporate workshop mein phas gaya hoon. Shaam ko call karne ki try karunga. Love you.”
Trupti ne ek thandi saans li. Uski kamar ke nichle hisse mein ek aisi bechaini aur jalan dabi hui thi jo har guzarte din ke saath aur zyada ziddi hoti ja rahi thi. Library section mein black top ke U-neck ke andar jhaankti Aryan ki bhookhi aankhein, woh nighty wali selfie, aur Inspector Vikram ke uss toote hue chehre ki gandi, 20-second wali traumatic yaad — sab milkar uske jism ko andar se dehakta hua chhod gaye the.
Tabhi bedside table par rakha phone achanak vibrate hua.
Screen par naam chamka: Aryan.
Trupti ne screen ko dekha. Uski ungliyan ruki rahin. Usne phone ko poori chaar rings lene diin, taaki doosri taraf wale ko lage ki woh busy thi, ya shayad isliye taaki woh khud ko sambhalne ka thoda waqt de sake.
Chauthi ring par usne call swipe kiya aur phone kaan se lagaya.
“Haan, Aryan.” Uski aawaaz ekdam steady aur formal thi, jisme uski Student Council wali dignity barkarar thi.
Doosri taraf se aane wali aawaaz mein ek halki si ghabraahat thi, lekin uss ghabraahat ke peeche ek ajeeb si tayyari aur himmat bhi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.
“Sunday hai, Trupti…” Aryan ne thoda ruk-ruk kar shuru kiya, saans thodi tez thi. “Main… actually soch raha tha ki agar aap free ho toh. City center wale mall mein ek nayi movie aayi hai. Afternoon ka show hai, around 1:30. Poori tarah public place hai, normal outing. Agar… agar aapka man ho toh chal sakte hain.”
Trupti bed par leti rahi, uski nazar khidki ke parde par atak gayi.
Uske andar ki aurat ne turant hisaab lagaya — teen hafte se Abhay ka neglect, uski chhaatiyon par Aryan ki dabi hui bhookh, aur uske apne shareer ka yeh ganda, restlessness.
“Kaunsi movie?” usne aawaaz ko bilkul neutral rakhte hue poocha.
“Jo bhi aap bolo,” Aryan ne turant jawab diya, jaise usne har sawaal ka intezaam pehle se kar rakha ho. “Main tickets counter se nikaal loonga. Aur haan… aap chahein toh Abhay bhaiya ko bata dena pehle hi. Main kuch bhi chhipa kar nahi karna chahta.”
Yeh line Aryan ne behad hoshiyari se phenki thi. Ekdam clean, transparent aur shareef. Lekin Trupti achhi tarah jaanti thi ki iss safaai ke neeche wahi ladka bol raha tha jo raat ko uski nighty wali photo dekh kar lund mutthi mein jakadta tha.
“Ruko, main dekhti hoon,” Trupti ne kaha aur call cut kar diya.
Usne turant Abhay ka number milaya. Phone ring hua, do baar bell gayi, aur phir cut ho gaya — Busy line.
Trupti ne WhatsApp khola aur seedha message type kiya:
Trupti:
Aryan afternoon movie ke liye pooch raha tha mall mein. Main chali jaaun? Tu waise bhi busy hai na workshop mein.
Usne phone bed par phenk diya. Uska dil thoda tezi se dhadakne laga. Ek hissa chahta tha ki Abhay seedha mana kar de — thoda gussa ho, possessive bane, kahe ki 'Meri fiancée kisi junior ke saath movie kyun jayegi, ruko main aa raha hoon.'
Theek chhah minute baad phone screen light up hui.
Abhay:
Haan jaan, bilkul! Go have fun. Main yahan director ke panel mein phasa hua hoon, dinner tak shayad hi free ho paun. Evening mein nikalte hi call karta hoon. Love you!
Trupti un teen shabdon ko takriban do minute tak bina palke jhapkaye dekhti rahi.
Go have fun.
Uss ladke ne ek second ke liye bhi nahi socha. Na koi sawaal, na koi shaq, na koi halki si jalan. Ek first-year ka ladka, jisko Abhay ne khud group mein daala tha, uski hone wali biwi ko movie le ja raha tha, aur Abhay itna blind, itna careless tha ki usne seedha 'go have fun' likh diya.
Trupti ko pehle ek gehri chot lagi, ek udaasi aayi. Aur phir uss udaasi ki jagah ek kaala, teekha gussa uske dimaag par chhadh gaya.
Main uski fiancée hoon. Uske naam ki ring pehanti hoon. Aur woh itna aaraam se mujhe doosre ke saath bhej raha hai jaise main koi bejaan gudiya hoon jo kuch feel nahi karti.
Usne bina kisi hichkichahat ke Aryan ka chat khola aur type kiya:
Trupti:
Haan, theek hai. Mall ke main entrance par milte hain 1:15 baje.
Agla aadha ghanta usne sirf wardrobe ke samne khade hokar bitaya.
Aaj kapde chunte waqt uske dimaag mein na toh Student Council ki izzat thi aur na hi Abhay ki shareef bahu wali chhavi. Aaj uske andar wahi aurat haavi thi jise uske mangetar ne 'go have fun' bol kar chhod diya tha.
Usne ek peach-beige shade ki ribbed bodycon midi dress nikaali. Kapda behad soft, elastane-blend tha jo body par aise chipak jaata tha jaise doosri skin ho. Uski neckline aage se round thi, gale se kareeb chaar inch neeche tak jhuki hui — itni ki uski gori collarbone aur upper chest ka rounded curve saaf nazar aaye, par itna gehra bhi nahi ki mall ke crowd mein koi openly tok sake. Sleeveless cut tha, jisse uske chikne, gaur-varn baazu poori tarah nange the. Piche se back thodi deep thi, jisme patli straps thin.
Dress ne uske 36-D ke bhaari stano ko ekdum tight hold diya hua tha. Kamar bilkul patli lag rahi thi, aur hips ka bhara hua, gol aakaar kapde ke tight stretch mein har kadam ke saath numaya ho raha tha. Chalte waqt uski bhari jaanghon ki line saaf ubhar rahi thi.
Dress ke andar usne ek ekdam thin, peach-colored seamless panty pehni, aur upar bilkul halki, wire-free plunge bra daali jiska strap itna patla tha ki dress ke neeche gayab ho gaya. Jab woh aage jhukti, toh bra ka koi lace ya cup nahi dikhta tha — sirf uske dono doodhon ke beech ki garm, naram cleavage ki ghaati chamak uthti thi.
Baal usne khule chhod diye, halke wavy texture mein jo uske ek kandhe par gir rahe the. Hothon par nude-glossy shine lagayi jo unhe thoda aur bhara hua aur geela dikha rahi thi. Aankhon mein halka sa kajal. Pairon mein usne heels nahi daali — white clean sneakers pehne, taaki bahar se dekhne par lage ki woh sach mein bas ek casual 'movie' ke liye nikli hai, kisi date par nahi. Aakhiri touch ke liye usne apni vanila-musk wali perfume uthayi — ek spray apni dono wrists par, aur ek halka sa garm spray seedha apne dono stano ke beech, cleavage ke ghaat par chhidak diya.
Mirror ke samne khadi hokar usne khud ko sar se pair tak dekha.
Uski aankhon mein ek aisi besharm chamak thi jo keh rahi thi ki aaj woh kisi hadd ko sambhalne ke mood mein bilkul nahi thi.




Auto se utar kar jab woh mall ke grand glass entrance ke paas pohnchi, toh shaam ki dhoop pillars par pad rahi thi.
Aryan wahan pehle se khada tha. Usne ek iron ki hui crisp white shirt pehni thi jiski aasteenein kohniyon tak mod rakhi thin, dark blue jeans aur clean sneakers. Baal neatly set the, par uski body language mein ek bechaini saaf jhalak rahi thi.
Jaise hi uski nazar auto se utarti hui Trupti par padi, Aryan ke kadam wahi freeze ho gaye.
Uski dark aankhein phail gayiin. Nazar pehle Trupti ke nange gore kandhon par gayi, phir us peach bodycon dress ke tight fabric par phisli jo uske dono ubhre hue doodhon aur uski patli kamar ko bina kisi parde ke dikha raha tha, aur aakhir mein uski rounded hips par jaakar atak gayi. Ladke ke hoth sookh gaye. Pura chaar second tak woh ek lafz nahi bol paaya.
“Tum…” Aryan ne thook nigalte hue aage badh kar dheemi aawaaz mein kaha, uski aawaaz thodi kaanp rahi thi, “Aap… aap aisi lag rahi ho jaise movie ke liye nahi aayi hon.”
Trupti ne apne baalon ko halke se piche jhatka. Uske gore seene se vanila aur garm perfume ki mehak seedha Aryan ki naak tak pohnchi.
“Movie ke liye hi aayi hoon,” Trupti ne hothon par ek halki, katilana smile laate hue kaha. “Chalo, ticket counter andar hai.”
Dono mall ke AC wale grand corridor mein chalne lage. Trupti ke sneakers ki soft thap-thap aur uski hips ka madhosh sway Aryan ke dimaag mein aag laga raha tha.
Ticket booking counter se mushkil se bees kadam pehle, escalator ke piche wale thode shaant passage mein, Aryan achanak ruk gaya.
Trupti bhi thithak kar palti. “Kya hua? Ruke kyun?”
Aryan ne thoda aage jhuk kar aawaaz ko bilkul dheema kiya. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa tanaav aur himmat thi jo pichle hafton mein kabhi nahi dikhi thi.
“Ek problem hai,” usne seedha Trupti ki kajal-bhari aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha. “Maine abhi online check kiya tha… iss afternoon show ke saare seats book hain, bas aage ke do kharab rows bache hain. Aur student review blog par likha tha ki Screen 2 ka AC pichle do din se theek se kaam nahi kar raha, bohot suffocating hai.”
Trupti ne apni eyebrows halki si uthayi. “Toh phir? Kisi aur mall chalein?”
Aryan ne ek second ka pause liya. Uske gale ka laung hila, aur uski aankhein ek pal ke liye Trupti ke U-cut neck ke andar jhaank kar wapas uske hothon par aayi.
“Mera ek bohot close college friend hai… uska private 2-BHK flat yahan se sirf aath minute ke walking distance par hai,” Aryan ne aawaaz ko bilkul rasili, dabi hui whisper mein badal diya. “Woh iss poore weekend ke liye apne hometown gaya hua hai, flat ki extra key mere paas hai. Hall mein ek bada leather sofa hai, 4K projector laga hai, aur poora split AC on rehta hai. Wahan bina kisi shor ke, bina crowd ke aaraam se Netflix par koi bhi movie dekh sakte hain… agar aap comfortable ho toh. Warna… agar aapko theek na lage, toh hum yahin ticket line mein khade ho sakte hain.”
Netflix and chill.
Yeh shabd Trupti ke dimaag ke parde par ek aag ki tarah chamka.
Usne mall ke crowded ticket counter ki lambi line dekhi jahan families aur couples the, jahan charo taraf roshni thi aur sab kuch safe tha. Aur phir usne samne khade 19 saal ke iss jawan ladke ke chehre ko dekha — uski shirt ke neeche tezi se chalti chhaati, uski bhookhi aankhein, aur uski offer.
Ek band kamra. Ek khali flat. Sofa. Andhera. Aur ek ladka jo uski photo dekh kar lund masalta tha.
Uss pal Trupti ke kaan mein Abhay ka wahi text goonja: “Go have fun.”
Uss lafz ne uske bache-khuche darr ko ek jhatke mein tod diya. Gussa, sharirik bhookh, aur ek ajeeb se badle ki aag ne uske faisle ko aage dhakka de diya.
Trupti ne ek kadam Aryan ke aur kareeb kiya, itna kareeb ki uski garam saans Aryan ke gale ko chhoone lagi.
“Aath minute lagne chahiye,” Trupti ne aawaaz ko bilkul madhosh aur dheema karte hue kaha. “Projector par movie chalegi. Aur dimaag mein kuch ulta-seedha assume mat karna.”
Aryan ne tezi se sar hilaya, uski aankhon mein ek nasha chha gaya. “Haan… bilkul nahi.”
Building nayi thi, road se thoda andar ki taraf.
Lift mein dono chupchap khade the. 6th floor ka button press tha. Lift ke mirrors mein Trupti ne dekha ki Aryan ki nazar floor ke bajaye mirror ke through uski peeth ke khule hisse aur uske ubhre hue stano par tiki hui thi. Lift ki thandi hawa ke beech dono ki saansein bhaari hone lagi thin.
Ding. 6th floor.




Flat 604 ke samne aakar Aryan ne pocket se brass ki key nikaali aur lock khol diya.
Darwaza khulte hi andar ek thandi, bandh kamre ki shaant hawa unke chehre se takrayi. Aryan ne darwaza peeche se band kiya aur safety lock ko slide karke latch gira diya.
Living room kafi spacious aur modern tha. Badi glass windows par heavy charcoal curtains aadhe khiche hue the, jisse dhoop filter hokar ek halki, madham roshni mein badal chuki thi. Hall ke center mein ek lamba, dark grey L-shaped leather sofa tha. Saamne ki poori safed deewar par projector ka white display board laga hua tha. Ek side mein open kitchen counter tha jahan do clean ceramic mugs ulte rakhe the.
Aryan ne wall switch par haath maar kar main lights off kar diin. Sirf kitchen counter ke neeche ki halki warm strip jal rahi thi. Split AC ka remote utha kar usne 20 degree par set kiya, projector ka power button dabaya, aur ceiling se ek blue beam seedha safed deewar par padi. Screen par Netflix ka red logo chamak utha.

“Main… main AC thoda fast kar deta hoon,” Aryan ne aawaaz ko steady rakhne ki koshish ki, lekin uske haath remote par kaanp rahe the. “Aap baithiye na.”
Trupti ne apne tote bag ko kitchen counter par rakha. Uske sneakers ki aawaaz wooden laminate floor par bilkul shaant thi.
Woh aage badhi aur leather sofa ke theek kone par jaakar baith gayi.
Jaise hi woh baithi, uski tight peach bodycon dress uski jaanghon par do inch aur upar sarak gayi, uski gori, chikni thighs ka ek bada hissa sofa ke dark leather par nanga hokar chamakne laga. Uski 36-D chhaatiyan aage ki taraf ubhar aayin, aur uski nangi collarbone par kitchen ki madham roshni phisal gayi.
Aryan remote table par rakh kar palta.
Uss andhere, thande kamre mein, sofa par aadhi nangi jaanghon ke saath baithi Trupti ko dekh kar ladke ke dimaag ki aakhiri nass khinch gayi. Dono ke darmiyan ab na koi library thi, na koi public corridor tha, aur na hi koi teesra insaan tha.
Sirf woh dono the, ek bandh darwaza tha, aur parde ke piche sulagti hui ek be-inteha gandi aag thi.
Deewar par projector ki neeli roshni ek slow Hollywood rom-com ke frame bana rahi thi. Kamre mein AC ki halki si thandak aur speaker se nikalte background music ki dheemi aawaaz thi.
Aryan kitchen counter se paani ke do glass lekar aaya. Usne ek glass center table par Trupti ke aage rakha aur khud sofa ke doosre kone par baith gaya. Shuruat mein unke beech theek do foot ka faasla tha. Dono ke beech sofa ka ek bada sa dark grey cushion rakha hua tha — ek aisi boundary jo bina bole dono ne apne darmian khadi kar li thi.
“Yeh movie theek hai na?” Aryan ne screen ki taraf dekhte hue poocha, aawaaz ko zabardasti normal aur casual banane ki poori koshish karte hue. “Maine reviews dekhe the, thodi light-hearted hai. Exams ke baad dimaag thoda fresh ho jaata hai.”
Trupti ne glass utha kar ek ghoont paani piya. Uski nazrein screen par chalte hero-heroine par thin. “Haan, theek hai. Padhai aur council ke jhanjhat ke baad kuch bhi halka chalega.”
Shuruat ke pandrah minute bilkul aam the. Movie ke scenes par dono ne do-teen formal comments kiye. Kabhi script par, kabhi background music par. Aryan poori shiddat se ek shareef, sensible junior banne ki koshish kar raha tha. Woh aage jhuk kar screen ko dekhta, Trupti ki taraf seedha dekhne se bachta. Par ladke ke shareer ki sakhti saaf bata rahi thi ki uska dimaag movie ke plot mein ek percent bhi nahi tha. Har baar jab Trupti sofa par halki si karwat leti ya apne baalon ko jhatakti, Aryan ke kaan laal ho jaate the aur uski saans ka rhythm thoda badal jaata tha.
Trupti yeh sab bina dekhe bhi mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Usne apne dono pair sofa par upar mod kar fold kar liye. Aisa karte hi uski peach bodycon dress uski gori, chikni jaanghon par thodi aur upar sarak gayi. Uska sleeveless baazu aur nangi collarbone screen ki flickering light mein chamak rahi thi. Uski mehengi vanilla perfume aur uske garm jism ki mehak AC ki thandi hawa ke saath sidhe Aryan ke naak tak pohnch rahi thi.
Dheere-dheere, bina kisi ke jaan-boojh kar move kiye, woh faasla kam hone laga.
Movie ke ek comedy scene par Trupti halki si hasi, aur hasi mein uska jism thoda aage jhuka. Aryan ne bhi hasne ka bahana kiya aur table se tissue paper uthane ke liye aage badha. Uska kandha Trupti ke nange, chikne kandhe se halka sa chhoo gaya.
Ek second ka contact.
Dono freeze ho gaye. Kisi ne bhi turant peeche hatne ki koshish nahi ki. Aryan ne woh cushion, jo dono ke beech ek parda bana hua tha, utha kar floor par side mein rakh diya — bilkul aam andaz mein, jaise usse baithne mein dikkat ho rahi ho. Par us cushion ke hatte hi unke beech ki aakhiri deewar gir gayi.
Ab dono ke darmiyan mushkil se chaar inch ki doori thi.
Trupti ke andar ek halka sa guilt ka jhatka laga. Main yahan kya kar rahi hoon? Main engaged hoon. Abhay meri parwah karta hai…
Lekin agle hi pal uske dimaag ke parde par Abhay ka woh subah wala text wapas chamak utha — 'Go have fun.'
Uss be-rukhe lafz ne uske andar ke guilt ko pal bhar mein ek kaale, teekhe gusse mein badal diya. Kaisi parwah? Usko toh yeh tak parwah nahi thi ki main kiske saath hoon, kahan jaa rahi hoon. Teen hafte se usne mujhe chhua tak nahi hai, aur yahan yeh ladka mere ek touch ke liye tadap raha hai.



Gussa aur lagataar badhti sharirik bhookh ne milkar uske andar ki saari sharm aur hichkichahat ko jala kar raakh kar diya. Uski panty ke center mein pehle se ek thandi, gaadhi nami jama ho rahi thi. Uss andhere kamre mein, samne baithe iss 19 saal ke ladke ki masoomiyat aur uski hadd se zyada koshish Trupti ko ek ajeeb sa nasha de rahi thi. Aryan koi experienced khiladi nahi tha, woh koi chaalaak mard nahi tha jo zabardasti kare — woh bas ek bhookha, be-inteha tadapta hua ladka tha jo apni 'didi' ke jism ko dekh kar pagal ho raha tha. Aur uski yahi masoom, gandi koshish Trupti ko andar tak pighla rahi thi.

Aryan ki nazar ab screen par bilkul nahi thi. Uski dark aankhein Trupti ke U-cut neckline par tiki thin, jahan uske gore 36-D doodhon ki cleavage har saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
“Aap… aap sach mein bohot gusse mein ho na?” Aryan ne aakhirkar khamoshi todi. Uski aawaaz ekdam dheemi, bhaari aur dabi hui thi.
Trupti ne screen se nazar hatayi aur seedha Aryan ki aankhon mein dekha. “Kyun lagta hai tumhe aisa?”
“Kyunki aapka dhyan movie par ek second ke liye bhi nahi hai,” Aryan ne himmat karke apna ek haath sofa ke leather par aage badhaya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ki nangi jaangh ke kapde se mushkil se ek centimeter door thin. “Aur… aur Abhay bhaiya ne jis tarah se aapko yahan aane diya… koi mard apni fiancée ko aise kisi doosre ke saath akele flat par aane ki ijaazat nahi deta. Agar main unki jagah hota, toh main aapko kabhi kisi ke kareeb nahi aane deta.”
Yeh line Trupti ke seene mein aag ki tarah utar gayi.
Ek 19 saal ka ladka us par woh haq jatane ki baat kar raha tha jo uska apna mangetar kho chuka tha.
“Tum meri jagah unhe nahi samjh sakte, Aryan,” Trupti ne rasili aawaaz mein kaha, par uski saans thodi tez ho gayi thi.
Aryan ne pehla direct move kiya.
Usne apna kaanpta hua garm haath aage badha kar Trupti ki bare thigh par rakh diya. Uski jawan, garm ungliyan Trupti ki chikni, makhmali gori skin par jam gayin. Ek zor ka current Trupti ke pet ke nichle hisse se hokar uski choot ki deewaron tak daud gaya.
Trupti ne halke se apna sar hilaya, ek aakhiri formality ki tarah. “Aryan… mat karo. Maine kaha tha na kuch assume mat karna.”
Aryan peeche nahi hata. Balki uski himmat aur badh gayi. Usne apni ungliyon ka dabav thoda aur badhaya, uski naram jaangh ko halke se dabaate hue. “Aapne hi toh kaha tha library mein… ki main apni didi ko resist nahi kar pa raha hoon. Kaise roku khud ko? Teen hafton se main sirf aapke baare mein soch kar pagal ho raha hoon. Woh nighty wali photo… aapka yeh chehra… main mar jaunga agar aaj aapko nahi chhua toh.”
Usne apna doosra haath uthaya aur Trupti ke gaal par rakh diya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke glossy hothon ke kinare ko chhoone lagin.
Trupti ki saans ukhad chuki thi. Uska dimaag ab surrender karne ke bilkul kareeb tha. Usne Aryan ki aankhon mein dekha — wahan sirf hawas nahi thi, wahan ek aisi andhi, pagal bhookh thi jo Trupti ko lag raha tha ki sirf usi ke liye bani hai.
Aryan aage jhuka. Usne apne kaanpte hue hoth Trupti ke naram, garm gaal par tika diye. Phir uski gardan par.
Trupti ke muh se ek behad dheemi, madhosh aah nikal gayi. “Aryan… ahh…”
Jab Aryan ke garam hoth uske kaan ke peeche aur uski nangi collarbone par phisle, toh Trupti ka bacha-khucha control poori tarah toot gaya. Uski saari formality, uska Abhay ke liye wafadaari ka dikhava, sab kuch AC ki thandi hawa mein dhuwan ban kar udd gaya.
Usne apne dono garm haath uthaye aur Aryan ke ghane baalon mein ghusa diye. Usne ladke ke sar ko apni gardan mein aur gehraai se daba liya.
Aryan ne jaise hi Trupti ki taraf se yeh surrender mehsoos kiya, uska 19 saal ka jism aag ka gola ban gaya. Usne bina ek pal gawaye apne hoth Trupti ke glossy, rasile hothon par chipka diye.
Pehla kiss behad garm, bhookha aur lamba tha. Aryan ne uske neeche wale hoth ko apne daanton ke beech halka sa dabaya aur apni jeebh Trupti ke muh ke andar daal di. Trupti ne bina kisi sharm ke uska pura sath diya. Uski jeebh Aryan ki jeebh se lapat gayi, saliva ka garm swaad dono ke muh mein ghulne laga. Trupti ke haath Aryan ki white shirt ko kandhon se jakadne lage, uske naakhun shirt ke kapde ke aar-paar uski peeth ko dabaane lage.




Aryan ne kiss tode bina apna daayan haath Trupti ke U-cut neck ke andar daal diya.

Uska chauda, garm haath Trupti ke naram, bhaari 36-D doodh par chadh gaya. Kapde ke andar bra ka thin cup tha jisse Aryan ne ek jhatke mein side sarka diya. Uska nanga haath Trupti ke gaur-varn, resham jaisi chhaati par poori tarah phail gaya. Usne uske poore sthan ko apni mutthi mein bhar kar zor se daba diya.
“Aahhh… haan… Aryan…” Trupti ke hothon se ek behad teekhi, dabi hui cheekh nikli.
Uski chhaati ka nipple aag ki tarah kadak hokar Aryan ki hatheli mein chubh raha tha. Aryan ne apne thumb aur pehli ungli ke beech uske taney hue nipple ko pakad kar masalna shuru kiya, aur uska doosra haath Trupti ki bodycon dress ko uski kamar tak upar kheenchne laga.
Dress ke upar hote hi Trupti ki dono gori, bhari jaanghein aur uski peach seamless panty sofa ki roshni mein poori tarah nangi ho gayin. Uski panty ka center hissa pehle hi itna geela ho chuka tha ki kapda uski choot ke hothon par chipak gaya tha, aur uski dabi hui garm khushbu hawa mein phail rahi thi.
Aryan ne kiss toda aur apna chehra seedha Trupti ke nange gale aur uski cleavage mein dhasa diya. Uski aawaaz behad haanpti hui, raspy ho chuki thi:
“Aap itni garm ho… itni geeli ho… Trupti, meri didi… main aapko yahan sofa par poora noch lunga…”
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin, uska poora badan tanaav aur be-inteha maze se kaanp raha tha. Projector screen par movie ka koi romantic scene chal raha tha, par uss andhere kamre mein, Abhay ke diye hue neglect ki aag ab ek 19 saal ke ladke ki gandi, bebaak hawas mein jal kar poori tarah azaad ho chuki thi.
Aryan ne apne poore sharir ka wazan Trupti par daal kar use sofa ke leather par neeche daba diya. Uski 19 saal ki jawan taakat Trupti ke naram, mature jism ko poori tarah se pin kar chuki thi. Dono ke hoth ek doosre mein itni shiddat se fase the ki thook unke hothon ke kinaron se beh kar Trupti ki gori thodi par phisal raha tha. Aryan ki jeebh Trupti ke muh ke andar har kone ko chaat rahi thi, jaise woh saalon se pyasa ho. Trupti ke haath Aryan ke ghane baalon mein ghuse hue the, uski ungliyan uski scalp ko kas kar pakadti hui uske chehre ko apne muh par aur gehraai se daba rahi thin.

“Mmmph… aahhh… Aryan…” Trupti ke gale se dabi hui, behosh kar dene wali aawaazein nikal rahi thin.
Aryan ne kiss todte hi Trupti ke U-cut bodycon top ko dono haathon se pakad kar upar kheench diya. Bina kisi jhijhak ke, usne top ko Trupti ke sar ke upar se nikaal kar floor par phenk diya. Niche thin plunge bra ka lace cup tha, jisse Aryan ne ek hi jhatke mein neeche sarka kar dono 36-D doodhon ko poori tarah azaad kar diya.
Andhere kamre mein, projector ki neeli aur safeed roshni mein Trupti ke dono gore, bhaari stan chamak uthe. Unke bilkul center mein ubhre hue, kadak, dark pink nipples thandi hawa lagte hi pathar ki tarah tan gaye the.



Aryan ne apne poore jism ka wazan Trupti par jhonk diya aur use leather sofa ke gaddhon par poori taakat se neeche press kar diya. Uske 19 saal ke jawan shareer ki garam taakat Trupti ke naram, matured badan ko poori tarah pin kar chuki thi. Dono ke hoth ek doosre ke muh mein itni be-rehami se fase the ki geela thook unke hothon ke kinaron se nikal kar Trupti ki gori thodi aur gardan par phisal raha tha. Aryan ki jeebh Trupti ke muh ke har kone ko chaat rahi thi, jaise woh sadiyon ka pyasa ho. Trupti ke dono haath Aryan ke ghane baalon mein ghus chuke the; uski ungliyan uski scalp ko kas ke mutthi mein jakadte hue uske chehre ko apne muh par aur gehraai se daba rahi thin.

“Mmmph… aahhh… Aryan…” Trupti ke gale se madhosh, dabi hui aawaazein phoot rahi thin. Uska dimaag sunn ho chuka tha.
Aryan ne kiss todte hi ek jhatke mein Trupti ke peach bodycon top ke neeche haath daala aur use upar kheencha. Bina kisi jhijhak ke, usne top ko Trupti ke dono baazuon aur sar ke upar se nikaal kar floor par phenk diya. Niche thin peach bra ka cup tha, jisse Aryan ne dono haathon se neeche sarka kar Trupti ke gore 36-D doodhon ko poori tarah hawa mein nanga kar diya.
Andhere kamre mein, projector screen ki blue aur white lights ke reflection mein Trupti ke dono bhaari, gaur-varn stan chamak uthe. Unke theek center mein ubhre hue, kadak, dark-pink nipples AC ki thandak lagte hi pathar ki tarah tarr-tarr tan gaye the.
Aryan ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Uska chehra aag ki bhatti ki tarah tap raha tha. Usne bina ek second gawaye apna poora chehra Trupti ke dono doodhon ke beech ki garm ghaati mein dhasa diya.
“Ohhh… didi… mujhe yeh kabse karna tha…” Aryan ne deewano ki tarah uske naram maas par apna gaal aur naak ragadte hue phusphusaya. Uski aawaaz bebaak hawas aur paap ke nashe mein kaanp rahi thi. “Main roz raat ko bed par let kar aapke in doodhon ke baare mein sochta tha… kitne bade hain… kitne garm hain…”
Usne ek stan ko apni poori hatheli mein bhar kar zor se masla, aur doosre nipple ko seedha apne muh ke andar le liya.
Slurp… squelch…
Aryan ne kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah uske nipple ko chusna shuru kiya. Uski garam jeebh kadak danee ke ird-gird ghoom rahi thi, aur uske hoth itne tight suction ke saath doodh kheench rahe the ki Trupti ki kamar sofa se poore teen inch upar uth gayi.
“Aahhhhh! Haan… Aryan… chuso… aur tez chuso!” Trupti ki saari sharm aur maryada dhuwan ban kar udd chuki thi. Usne Aryan ke sar ko dono haathon se jakad kar apni chhaati par aur zor se daba liya. Uski ungliyan ladke ke baalon ko jad se kheench rahi thin. “Uff… tere hoth… aahhh… mat rukna… aur gehraai se muh mein le!”
Aryan ne ek nipple ko chhod kar doosre par apna muh maar diya. Pehla nipple uski laar aur thook se bilkul laal, geela aur sooj chuka tha. Aryan ne us par apne daanton ka halka sa dabaav diya, aur Trupti ke muh se ek teekhi, kaatilaana aah nikal gayi. Uske pair sofa par wide open ho gaye.
“Didi… aapki smell… aapka badan… main pagal ho jaunga,” Aryan haanpte hue bol raha tha, uska daayan haath neeche sarak kar Trupti ki dress ko kamar tak upar samet chuka tha.





Uska haath Trupti ki thin peach panty ke andar chala gaya. Uski ungliyan jaise hi Trupti ki phooli hui, garm choot ki dararon se takrayin, ek behad geeli, lapedawaar aawaaz aayi — slurp. Choot ka paani itna zyada chhoot chuka tha ki Aryan ki dono ungliyan bina kisi rukawat ke uski gehri ghaati mein poori gehraai tak phisal gayin.

“Aap itni zyada geeli ho chuki ho…” Aryan ne uske gale par daant gadaate hue kaha, uski middle finger Trupti ke andar poori dhas chuki thi aur thumb clit ko tezi se masal raha tha. “Meri poori ungliyon par aapka paani beh raha hai… didi, aap mere liye itna tadap rahi thin na?”
“Aaahh… haan… Aryan… tu bohot achha kar raha hai… aahh… wahan clit par daba… haan wahi…” Trupti sofa par buri tarah machal rahi thi. Projector screen par movie ka koi scene chal raha tha, par us kamre mein sirf unki nangi saansein, doodhon ke chusne ki wet aawaazein aur Trupti ki be-sharm moans goonj rahi thin.
Poore pandrah minute tak yeh nanga, dehakta hua toofan chalta raha. Aryan uske doodhon ko noch raha tha, chaat raha tha, aur neeche se ungliyon se uski choot ki aag ko aasmaan par pohncha raha tha. Trupti ek violent orgasm ke bilkul kagaar par khadi thi, uska poora badan tharthara raha tha.
Trrr… Trrr… Trrr…
Achanak center table par rakha Trupti ka phone poori taakat se vibrate hone laga.
Screen par ringtone ki loud tune andhere kamre ke sannate ko cheer gayi.
Roshni chamki: Abhay Calling.
Woh naam screen par chamakte hi, jaise dono ke saron par barf ka khaulta hua paani gir gaya ho. Ek hi second mein poori garmi, poora nasha bilkul freeze ho gaya.
Trupti ki aankhein phat gayin. Uska dil dharak kar seedha gale mein aa gaya. Uski chhaatiyan, jo abhi tak Aryan ke muh aur haathon mein thin, tezi se upar-neeche hone lagin. Ek pal ke andar reality uske chehre par tamache ki tarah padi — Main yeh kya kar rahi hoon? Yeh main kiske neeche nangi padi hoon?
Usne poori taakat lagakar Aryan ke dono kandhon ko pakda aur use apne upar se jhatke se peeche dhakka de diya.




Ruko… Aryan, bas karo! Hatto!” Trupti ki aawaaz mein ek achanak darr, ghabraahat aur sharm thi.

Aryan sofa par peeche gira, uski white shirt ke aage ke saare buttons khule the, saans buri tarah phooli hui thi, aur uski jeans ke andar uska lund tanaav se kapda phaadne ko tayyar tha. Uski ungliyan abhi bhi Trupti ke choot ke paani se chamak rahi thin.
“Trupti… please… phone ignore karo na…” Aryan ne aage badh kar gidgidaate hue uske haath ko pakadne ki koshish ki, uski aankhon mein be-inteha hawas aur desperation thi. “Bas thodi der aur… hum itne kareeb hain… please didi…”
“Maine kaha na, nahi!” Trupti ne tezi se sofa se uth kar apne bikhre hue kapde floor se uthana shuru kiya.
Uske haath buri tarah kaanp rahe the. Ek pal pehle tak jo nasha use aasmaan par uda raha tha, woh achanak ek zehreelay, thande guilt mein badal chuka tha. Phone par Abhay ka naam dekh kar use sudden realization hua ki woh hadd se bohot aage nikal chuki thi. Yeh koi harmless flirt ya thoda sa tease nahi tha — woh seedha-seedha apne mangetar ko cheat kar chuki thi. Woh kisi doosre 19 saal ke ladke ke aage nangi hokar usse apne doodh chuswa rahi thi aur uski ungliyon par apni choot ka paani baha rahi thi. Cheating ka yeh kaala ehsaas uske gale ko jakad raha tha.
Usne jhatke se apni bra theek ki, dono stano ko andar karke kapda kheenchey, aur peach top ko sar ke upar se daal kar pehan liya. Dress ko jhatpat kheench kar apni jaanghon par neeche kiya. Baal bikhre hue the, aur hoth Aryan ke daanton aur jeebh se sooj kar bilkul laal pad chuke the.
“Bas karo, Aryan. Hum bohot aage nikal gaye the… yeh bilkul galat ho gaya hai,” Trupti ne thartharaati aawaaz mein kaha, bina Aryan ki aankhon mein dekhe. “Mujhe turant hostel nikalna hai. Ek second bhi yahan nahi rukungi.”
Aryan uth kar khada hua, uska chehra utar chuka tha, par uski jawan bhookh abhi bhi shaant nahi hui thi. Usne aage aakar Trupti ki kohni pakad li. “Lekin Trupti… hum dono chahte the yeh. Aapne khud mujhe ijaazat di thi…”
“Maine kaha na, bas!” Trupti ne apna haath jhatak kar aawaaz thodi sakht ki, halanki uski taangein abhi bhi tanaav aur adhoore orgasm ki wajah se kaanp rahi thin. “Ek lafz aur nahi sunna mujhe. Chalo yahan se.”
Aryan ne ek lambi, bhaari saans li, apna sar dono haathon se pakda, aur na-chahte hue bhi apni shirt ke buttons band kiye aur jeans ko adjust kiya. Uska lund abhi bhi shaant nahi hua tha, par Trupti ka badla hua chehra dekh kar woh samajh gaya tha ki ab zabardasti ka koi faayda nahi tha.
Dono bina ek doosre se ek lafz boley lift se neeche utre.
Road par aakar Aryan ne ek auto bulaya. Poore raste dono ke beech ek pathar jaisi, bhaari khamoshi chhayi rahi. Trupti ne khidki ke bahar dekhte hue apne hothon ko kaat rakha tha. Uske dimaag mein Abhay ka chehra, uska 'Go have fun' wala text, aur Aryan ke gande lafz — 'Didi mujhe yeh kabse karna tha' — aapas mein takra rahe the. Uski choot abhi bhi geeli thi, par uske dil par ek bhaari pathar aa gira tha.
Hostel gate ke thoda pehle auto ruka.
Aryan ne dheemi aawaaz mein mud kar kaha, “Trupti… main sorry bolna chahta tha…”
Trupti ne bina uski taraf dekhe, bas tote bag kandhe par daala aur flat aawaaz mein kaha, “Mujhe kuch nahi sunna abhi.”
Woh tezi se auto se utri aur hostel ke gate ke andar chali gayi, uske peeche ek aisi adhoori, dehakti hui aag aur kaala guilt chhoot gaya tha jo ab uske dimaag ko din-raat jalane wala tha.



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[Joker44]

Hello guys,

Please share your comments — good or bad — on how you felt about this chapter. Even a short review helps and motivates me to write the next chapters.

Also, those of you who loved the Cuckson story — I am writing another one called I Lost My Mom to the Boy Next Door It’s currently in the Incest section. Do give it a read.

Thanks.

[sumitworks777]

Last ke kuch updates bhi bahut ache hain. Kitne saare sawal ban rahe hain. Aur tadap ki aag, lust ki gehri duniya, waah.

Thanks for the amazing story.

[chrisgale159]

yes brother it is great continue please

[arin736]

Very nice update. Writer This is how you write your own story.

Waiting for the next update. Hope to get update very soon.

[chrisgale159]

Yes it nice and start the next update soon please

[Tiger687]

Hello guys,

Please share your comments — good or bad — on how you felt about this chapter. Even a short review helps and motivates me to write the next chapters.

Also, those of you who loved the Cuckson story — I am writing another one called I Lost My Mom to the Boy Next Door It’s currently in the Incest section. Do give it a read.

Thanks.

Dekho buddy.. hum log fact review dete hain to tumhe gussa aata hai hum logo par iss liye hum logo ne comment karna band kar diya hai..aur kuch readers ne story hi chhod di hai. Kyunki tumhare maximum reader's Rahul ko pasand karte the as dominant male. Trupti ko sab log Rahul ke sath dekhna pasand karte the. Kyunki yeh story original writer ne Incest hi chalu ki bhi thi.. lekin tum Trupti ko pure slut bana rahe ho jismein kuch reader's ko hi pasand aa raha hai. Lekin maximum reader's avoid kar rahe hai ab. Mai khud ki baat karu to main bhi ab tumhare updates skip kar jata hoon thoda padte hi... it's a fact.. don't mind it.

I really would love this story..if it's goes with Rahul as dominant male not as syco cuckold son.. Trupti as loving mother not as slut and Abhays wife..Now I am too feeling to avoid this story because I am not getting intrest in reading your updates.. Your writing skill is brilliant but story telling is really weak.. while reading a reader should feel himself in story...I too love Adultery and Cuckold stories..I had read many such type of story but they must be different type.. every story is not for adultery and cuckold...If you think I embracing you than Sorry My Friend.

[Joker44]

Dekho buddy.. hum log fact review dete hain to tumhe gussa aata hai hum logo par iss liye hum logo ne comment karna band kar diya hai..aur kuch readers ne story hi chhod di hai. Kyunki tumhare maximum reader's Rahul ko pasand karte the as dominant male. Trupti ko sab log Rahul ke sath dekhna pasand karte the. Kyunki yeh story original writer ne Incest hi chalu ki bhi thi.. lekin tum Trupti ko pure slut bana rahe ho jismein kuch reader's ko hi pasand aa raha hai. Lekin maximum reader's avoid kar rahe hai ab. Mai khud ki baat karu to main bhi ab tumhare updates skip kar jata hoon thoda padte hi... it's a fact.. don't mind it.

I really would love this story..if it's goes with Rahul as dominant male not as syco cuckold son.. Trupti as loving mother not as slut and Abhays wife..Now I am too feeling to avoid this story because I am not getting intrest in reading your updates.. Your writing skill is brilliant but story telling is really weak.. while reading a reader should feel himself in story...I too love Adultery and Cuckold stories..I had read many such type of story but they must be different type.. every story is not for adultery and cuckold...If you think I embracing you than Sorry My Friend.

Thanks for this bro, for quite some time i am also feeling that someting is going off or missing.

[Tiger687]

Thanks for this bro, for quite some time i am also feeling that someting is going off or missing.

Buddy I can understand..I am too a writer and talking with lots of writer on this site and other sites too. If you want to write a blockbuster story.I could suggest you and first of all you have to understand what did reader's want from your story. I know their many reader's who try to suggest you for their interest but as writer I knows very after that you will write some update after that their will be nothing to write. If you want than I will help you and your story surely will be come back track and it will be blockbuster once more. Because I know very you are the fantastic writer but your story telling and story planning is very weak..it's fact don't mind..If you want than tell I can help you in private..aur you don't want simply tell me I don't have any problem you can go on by you...but surely tell that still this story can be a blockbuster story...you will get atleast more than 30+ likes every update.. once story will come on track it will be increase regularly.

[sumitworks777]

Please write the story as you have thought yourself. There will always be some people who dont like certain things BUT there will always be some people who like those things. As a writer, you don't have to write your story based on every individual's insistence. If any writer starts to write a story based on each different reader's thoughts then that story will be a garbage. Do not take any idea from anyone as people who have ideas can write their own story and not poke their nose elsewhere.

[sumitworks777]

This story has been engaging to me so far. I have loved certain parts more. I have liked certain things less. But, overall, it is a hot read. Please continue as you have thought. I loved the summary that you gave couple of days ago on what we could expect.

[Joker44]

Goodbye to the Writer in Me 
Thank you sabko… mujhe as a writer accept karne aur mujh par believe karne ke liye.  
Meri journey yahan ek guest ke roop mein start hui thi. Anonymously stories padhta tha, silently enjoy karta tha. Phir member bana, aur dheere-dheere laga ki shayad mujhe bhi kuch likhna chahiye.
Jab aap logon ne meri stories padhi, appreciate kiya, comments kiye aur next chapter ka wait kiya… honestly, woh feeling mere liye bahut special thi. Ye jaan kar ki jo main likh raha hoon, woh kisi ko genuinely pasand aa raha hai, writing aur bhi special lagne lagi.
Lekin pata nahi kab dheere-dheere writing ka woh maza kahin kho gaya. Ab khud ko feel hota hai ki main pehle jaisa nahi likh paa raha. Writing ko enjoy karne ke bajaye, kabhi-kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise bas continue karne ke liye continue kar raha hoon.
Shayad ab life mein kuch changes ki zarurat hai. Shayad waqt aa gaya hai ki is phase se aage badha jaye. Isliye, as a writer, main ab yahan continue nahi karunga.
Agar kisi ko meri koi story continue karni ho, mere characters ko aage le jaana ho, ya kisi story ko apne way mein take over karna ho, then quietly go ahead. No issues at all. 
Maine apna account delete karne ki request bhi kar di hai, lekin request ki hai ki meri stories ko possible ho toh community ke liye preserve kiya jaye.
Reader aur guest ke roop mein shayad kabhi-kabhi wapas aaunga… silently stories padhunga aur enjoy karunga.  Lekin writer ke taur par, meri journey yahin khatam hoti hai.
Thank you sabko — meri stories padhne ke liye, pyaar dene ke liye, criticism dene ke liye, next part ka wait karne ke liye, aur sabse badhkar, mujhe ek writer ki tarah believe karne ke liye. 
Bahut kuch seekha yahan. Bahut achhi memories mili. Aur sabse important, ek waqt tha jab writing ne mujhe genuinely khush kiya tha. Uske liye main hamesha grateful rahunga.
Thank you for having me. 


Joker44 Signigoff...

[chrisgale159]

bro dont stop please finish this one and boy next door stole my mother please bro

[vk64]

Bro don't stop writing
Plz complete the story
And start new stories

[Anubomma]

Goodbye to the Writer in Me 
Thank you sabko… mujhe as a writer accept karne aur mujh par believe karne ke liye.  
Meri journey yahan ek guest ke roop mein start hui thi. Anonymously stories padhta tha, silently enjoy karta tha. Phir member bana, aur dheere-dheere laga ki shayad mujhe bhi kuch likhna chahiye.
Jab aap logon ne meri stories padhi, appreciate kiya, comments kiye aur next chapter ka wait kiya… honestly, woh feeling mere liye bahut special thi. Ye jaan kar ki jo main likh raha hoon, woh kisi ko genuinely pasand aa raha hai, writing aur bhi special lagne lagi.
Lekin pata nahi kab dheere-dheere writing ka woh maza kahin kho gaya. Ab khud ko feel hota hai ki main pehle jaisa nahi likh paa raha. Writing ko enjoy karne ke bajaye, kabhi-kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise bas continue karne ke liye continue kar raha hoon.
Shayad ab life mein kuch changes ki zarurat hai. Shayad waqt aa gaya hai ki is phase se aage badha jaye. Isliye, as a writer, main ab yahan continue nahi karunga.
Agar kisi ko meri koi story continue karni ho, mere characters ko aage le jaana ho, ya kisi story ko apne way mein take over karna ho, then quietly go ahead. No issues at all. 
Maine apna account delete karne ki request bhi kar di hai, lekin request ki hai ki meri stories ko possible ho toh community ke liye preserve kiya jaye.
Reader aur guest ke roop mein shayad kabhi-kabhi wapas aaunga… silently stories padhunga aur enjoy karunga.  Lekin writer ke taur par, meri journey yahin khatam hoti hai.
Thank you sabko — meri stories padhne ke liye, pyaar dene ke liye, criticism dene ke liye, next part ka wait karne ke liye, aur sabse badhkar, mujhe ek writer ki tarah believe karne ke liye. 
Bahut kuch seekha yahan. Bahut achhi memories mili. Aur sabse important, ek waqt tha jab writing ne mujhe genuinely khush kiya tha. Uske liye main hamesha grateful rahunga.
Thank you for having me. 


Joker44 Signigoff...

Please don't do this we are very much addicted to your narration please complete the story and then after we respect your decision please it's a request as a big fan of your writing. Please try to understand don't stop the story.

[chrisgale159]

Yes please don't stop the writing please complete the maa bani classmate full series boy next door steal mom please

[hisoka]

**One Important Note for Readers:**
Main yeh pehle hi clear kar raha hoon—koyi mujhe suggest mat karna ki story ko sirf incest rakho, ya Trupti ko pregnant kar do, ya sirf cuckold banao. Mujhe in baaton se koi farak nahi padta kyunki maine poori story ka plan pehle se hi draft kar rakha hai. Yeh story mere plan ke hisaab se hi chalegi. Trupti ke life mein aur bhi partners aayenge, toh agar aap chahte ho ki Trupti sirf kisi ek character ke saath rahe, toh yeh story aapke liye nahi hai. Koyi arguments ya suggestions mat dena, main story waise hi likhunga jaise maine decide kiya hai. --you said that i don't consider anyone's ideas and i would like to write what i want, so please don't consider any person ideas.please continue!!!!

[chrisgale159]

Yes please continue and complete full story

[rpsanam]

Bro I am from Bangladesh...me story ko do din me khatm Kiya hai. 
Yah bahut achcha story hai. 
Please story ko complete karo ..