Housewife mein badlaw

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I am going to write a story about a housewife wo kaise apne naukar ke jaal mein phans gayi

Mumbai, Naya Flat, Aur Woh Budha Naukar

Mera naam Vikram Sharma hai.

Aaj jab main yeh sab likh raha hoon, toh lagta hai jaise koi aur hi insaan yeh sab jee chuka ho. Lekin yeh sab main khud living room ke usi sofe pe baitha hua yaad kar raha hoon jahan se sab shuru hua tha. Andheri West ka woh 2BHK flat, jo mainne aur meri biwi Kavya ne do saal pehle milkar liya tha. Us flat ki deewaron ne bahut kuch dekha. Bahut kuch suna. Aur mainne bhi.Sabse pehle main tumhe batata hoon ki hum Mumbai kaise aaye.Main originally Jaipur ka hoon. Kavya bhi. Humari shaadi arrange thi, 2019 mein hui thi. Kavya us waqt 27 ki thi, main 32 ka. Woh bilkul traditional ghar se aayi thi. Uske pitaji retired government officer the, maa pure ghar ki lakshman rekha. Kavya ko chhotepan se yahi sikhaya gaya tha ki ladki ka sabse bada dharm apne pati aur ghar ki izzat hai. Short clothes, loud laughing, strange mardon se zyada baat — yeh sab uske dictionary mein nahi tha. Shaadi ke baad bhi woh waisi hi rahi. Ghar mein max cotton nighty ya simple salwar-kameez. Bahar jaati thi toh full decent. Sex bhi humara soft hi tha. Lights off, jaldi khatam, aur uske baad woh apne taraf muh karke so jati thi. Main kabhi complain nahi karta tha. Mujhe uski sanskar pasand the.Phir 2024 ke start mein meri company ne mujhe Mumbai transfer ka offer diya. Promotion ke saath. Salary almost double. Kavya ne pehle mana kiya. “Itni door? Family se door? Mumbai itna bura shahar hai…” Lekin mainne samjhaya. Paise, future, better life. Aakhir woh maan gayi. Humne Jaipur ka ghar temporary lock kiya aur Mumbai nikal pade.Pehle do hafte ek chhote se service apartment mein rahe. Phir Andheri West mein yeh 2BHK mila. Society kaafi decent thi, security guards the, lift thi. Humne socha yahin settle ho jaate hain. Dono kaam pe jaate the. Main Andheri East ke office, Kavya Bandra ke ek private firm mein accounts handle karti thi. Subah 8 baje nikalte, shaam 7-7:30 tak wapas. Ghar ka kaam sambhalna mushkil ho gaya. Kapde, jhadu-pocha, khana — sab. Isliye naukar rakhne ka socha.Maine local newspaper aur society WhatsApp group mein ad daala:

“2BHK flat ke liye full-time naukar chahiye. Cooking, cleaning, washing. Age 45-65. Salary negotiable.”Kai log aaye. Koi bahut young tha, koi suspicious lag raha tha, koi zyada paise maang raha tha. Phir ek din shaam ko woh aaya.Ramprasad.Pehli nazar mein woh bilkul ordinary laga. Umar 60 ke kareeb. Patla body, lekin kandhe chaure the. Baal pure safed, thode-thode baal kanpati pe bhi. Chehra jhurrion se bhara hua, lekin aankhein… aankhein tez thin. Dark brown, thoda gehra. Usne simple white dhoti pehni thi, upar halka blue kurta, aur haath mein ek purana gamcha. Pair mein plastic chappal. Bolte waqt thoda sa dehati accent tha, lekin Mumbai ke 30 saal bitane ki wajah se thoda mix ho gaya tha.Usne haath jodke kaha, “Saab, mera naam Ramprasad hai. Main Bihar se hoon, lekin 30 saal se Mumbai mein kaam kar raha hoon. Cooking, cleaning, sab aata hai. Ghar ka poora kaam kar lunga. Rehta hoon yahin paas mein, chawl mein. Salary 12,000 + khana. Sunday half day.”Mainne uski taraf dekha. Kavya us waqt kitchen se nikal kar living room mein aa gayi thi. Usne pale pink cotton salwar-kameez pehni hui thi, dupatta properly odha hua. Baal simple bun mein the. Usne Ramprasad ko ek baar upar se neeche tak dekha aur phir meri taraf dekhke aankhein majboori se jhukha li.Mainne poocha, “Koi reference hai?”Usne ek purana phone nikala aur ek number dikhaya. “Pichle saab ka number hai. Unke yahan 4 saal kaam kiya. Woh log Canada shift ho gaye.”Maine us number pe call kiya. Doosri taraf se ek aadmi ne confirm kiya ki Ramprasad theek kaam karta hai, koi chor-mazdoor nahi hai. Mainne Kavya ki taraf dekha. Usne sirf itna kaha, “Jo aapko theek lage.”Uske tone mein koi interest nahi tha. Bilkul flat. Jaise koi formality ho.Mainne Ramprasad se kaha, “Kal subah 7 baje se try karke dekho. Ek hafte ka trial. Agar sab theek raha toh permanent.”Usne haath jodke “Ji saab” kaha aur chala gaya. Jab woh ja raha tha toh maine notice kiya ki uski nazar ek second ke liye Kavya ke upar ruki. Sirf ek second. Lekin us ek second mein uski aankhon mein kuch tha. Main us waqt ignore kar gaya. Socha, budha aadmi hai, kya hi sochta hoga.Agli subah 7 baje sharp woh aa gaya. Key maine pehle hi security ko de di thi. Usne door bell bajayi. Kavya ne khola. Main bedroom mein shirt pehente hue unki baat sun raha tha.Kavya ki awaaz bilkul dry thi.

“Andar aao. Kitchen wahan hai. Aaj ke liye simple nashta — aloo paratha aur curd. Kapde washing machine mein daal dena. Jhadu-pocha bhi kar dena.”Ramprasad ne “Ji memsaab” kaha. Koi extra baat nahi ki. Kavya ne usse aankh bhi nahi milayi. Seedhe bedroom mein aa gayi aur mujhe bolne lagi, “Yeh aadmi thoda ajeeb lag raha hai. Bahut chuppa hai.”Mainne haske kaha, “Sab naukar aise hi hote hain. Kaam kare bas.”Pehle din sab normal raha. Ramprasad ne kaam kiya, nashta banaya, kapde dhoye, aur 6 baje shaam ko nikal gaya. Kavya ne usse sirf zaruri baatein ki thin. “Yeh rakh do”, “Woh saaf kar do”, “Kal ke liye sabzi le aana”. Koi smile nahi, koi extra sawal nahi.Main notice kar raha tha.Kavya jab bhi uske aas-paas hoti thi, toh uska body language bilkul closed rehta tha. Arms cross, aankhein neeche, baat short. Ramprasad bhi zyada nahi bolta tha. Lekin uski aankhein… mainne do-teen baar catch kiya. Jab Kavya kitchen se nikal kar living room aati thi, toh Ramprasad ki nazar uske upar thodi der tik jati thi. Especially uske kamar aur hips pe. Main us waqt sochta tha, shayad main overthink kar raha hoon.Doosre din bhi waisa hi raha. Teesre din thoda sa change hua.Main office se thoda jaldi aa gaya tha. 5:45 pe. Door kholte hi mujhe awaaz aayi. Kavya kitchen mein thi aur Ramprasad uske peeche khada tha, counter saaf kar raha tha. Kavya bol rahi thi, “Kal se thoda jaldi aana. Subah ka time nahi milta.”Ramprasad ne jawab diya, “Ji memsaab. Aap itni jaldi kaam pe nikal jati ho… aapke liye toh body bhi thak jati hogi. Itni patli kamar… sorry, matlab kaam zyada hai.”Kavya ki awaaz thodi tez ho gayi.

“Zyada mat bolo. Kaam karo.”Mainne notice kiya ki Ramprasad ne turant sir jhuka liya aur “Ji memsaab, galti ho gayi” bol diya. Lekin uske chehre pe koi dar nahi tha. Ek chhoti si smile thi jo usne turant chhupa li.Us raat mainne Kavya se poocha, “Woh budha thoda zyada bolne laga hai kya?”Kavya ne makeup hatate hue kaha, “Haan. Aaj ek number ki bakwas kar di. Mainne daant diya. Kal se tighter rakhungi.”Mainne uski baat maan li. Lekin dimag mein woh scene ghoom raha tha. “Itni patli kamar” — yeh line simple nahi thi. Ek 60 saal ka naukar apni memsaab ki kamar ke bare mein baat kare, woh bhi itni jaldi.Chauthe din mainne decide kiya ki main thoda observe karunga. Office mein bola ki mujhe client meeting hai, lekin actually 4 baje nikal gaya aur society ke basements parking mein gadi khadi karke wait karne laga. 5:30 pe main quietly upper floors pe gaya. Hamare flat ka door thoda sa ajar tha (Ramprasad aksar aisa karta tha jab kaam chal raha ho). Main ne peep kiya.Kavya abhi-abhi office se aayi thi. Usne heel utaar rakhi thin aur simple white top aur black formal pants mein thi. Ramprasad uske saamne khoda tha, uske bag ko rakhne mein help kar raha tha. Kavya bilkul straight khadi thi, face tight.Ramprasad bol raha tha, “Memsaab, aap roz itne heels mein kaam pe jati ho… pair toh dukhte hoge. Main dabana jaanta hoon. Purane zamane mein hum log apne ghar ki auraton ke pair dabate the.”Kavya ne turant kaha, “Nahi chahiye. Aap apna kaam karo.”Ramprasad ne phir se sir jhukaya. “Ji memsaab. Maaf karna. Muh se nikal gaya.”Lekin uske baad bhi uski nazar Kavya ke pairon pe thi. Mainne clearly dekha. Kavya ne bhi notice kiya hoga, kyunki usne jaldi se bedroom ki taraf rukh kar liya.Us raat main so nahi paya. Dimag mein baar-baar same sawal aa raha tha — kya yeh aadmi itna simple hai? 60 saal ka naukar itni jaldi personal baatein kaise kar sakta hai? Aur Kavya… usne sirf daanta, report nahi kiya, nikalne nahi kaha.Panchwe din mainne ek aur step uthaya.Kavya ka phone.

Woh aksar bathroom mein phone leke jati thi. Mainne pehle kabhi uska phone check nahi kiya tha. Trust tha. Lekin us din shaam ko jab woh naha rahi thi, mainne uska phone uthaya. Password uska birthday tha — main jaanta tha. WhatsApp khola. Ramprasad ka number save tha “Ramprasad Naukar” ke naam se. Chats bilkul normal thin. “Aaj sabzi le aana”, “Kal chutti hai”, “Gas khatam hone wali hai”. Koi personal baat nahi.Lekin mainne notice kiya ki Ramprasad ne ek message delete kiya tha. WhatsApp mein “This message was deleted” dikh raha tha. Mainne socha, shayad kuch important ho.Us raat mainne decide kiya ki main monitoring software install karunga. Simple sa app, jo deleted messages bhi recover kar sakta hai aur location bhi track karta hai. Mainne Kavya ke phone mein woh app chhupa ke install kar diya jab woh so rahi thi. Password change nahi kiya, bas background mein chalne diya.Chhethe din subah jab main office ja raha tha, toh Kavya kitchen mein Ramprasad ko instruction de rahi thi. Uska tone ab bhi strict tha, lekin mainne notice kiya ki woh pehle jitni door nahi khadi thi. Thoda sa closer.Ramprasad ne us din ek baar phir se “galti” ki.

Woh bol raha tha, “Memsaab, aapki yeh white top… bahut soft dikhti hai. Aapke… matlab fabric accha hai.”Kavya ne turant gusse mein kaha, “Ek number ki sharam nahi hai kya? Kaam pe dhyan do warna nikal dungi!”Ramprasad ne haath jod liye. “Maaf kar do memsaab. Budhape mein muh control nahi hota. Aisi galti nahi hogi.”Kavya ne usse aur kuch nahi kaha. Bas bedroom mein chali gayi. Main us waqt living room mein tha. Maine uska face dekha. Gussa toh tha, lekin us gusse ke peeche ek chhoti si confusion bhi thi. Jaise woh samajh nahi pa rahi ho ki is aadmi ko kaise handle kare.Us raat software ne pehla alert diya.Ramprasad ne raat 11:17 pe message bheja tha:

“Memsaab, din mein jo muh se nikal gaya uske liye dil se sorry. Aap gussa mat kariyega. Main sirf sevak hoon.”Kavya ne 11:42 pe reply kiya:

“Kal se aisi baat nahi honi chahiye. Warna sochna padega.”Simple. Dry. Lekin usne block nahi kiya. Aur na hi mere se is baare mein koi shikayat ki.Main phone dekhte hue sofe pe baitha raha. Mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Main samajh nahi paa raha tha ki main gussa karun ya… kuch aur. Ek ajeeb sa feeling ho rahi thi. Jaise main kisi unknown territory mein aa gaya hoon.Saatve din mainne jaan-bujhkar late aane ka plan banaya. Office se 8 baje nikla. Ghar 8:40 pe pahuncha. Door kholte hi mujhe kitchen se awaaz aayi. Kavya aur Ramprasad dono wahan the. Kavya abhi-abhi office se aayi thi, usne heels utaar rakhi thin, aur Ramprasad uske bag ko rakh raha tha.Ramprasad bol raha tha, “Aap roz itni thak kar aati ho memsaab. Is umar mein bhi main strong hoon… aapke liye pair daba sakta hoon. Koi galat baat nahi hai.”Kavya ne is baar thoda kam strict tone mein kaha, “Nahi. Chhod do.”Lekin “nikal jao” nahi kaha. Aur na hi “main Vikram se shikayat karungi”.Mainne apne jooton ki awaaz se unhe alert kiya. Dono turant alag ho gaye. Ramprasad ne “Saab aa gaye” kaha aur jaldi se apna gamcha uthaya. Kavya ne mera face dekha aur normal se kaha, “Aaj late ho gaya?”Mainne normal reply diya. Lekin us raat jab hum so rahe the, mainne Kavya ke body ko notice kiya. Woh pehle se thodi alag thi. Itni tight nahi. Jaise uske dimag mein kuch chal raha ho.Main ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue soch raha tha.Yeh budha aadmi…

Yeh manipulative hai.

Pehle gandi baat, phir sorry.

Pehle boundary cross, phir peeche hatna.

Aur meri sanskari biwi… jo pehle din bilkul ice ki tarah thi… dheere-dheere uske against soft padti ja rahi hai.Mainne us raat decide kiya.

Main unhe aur closely observe karunga.

Software se chats padhta rahunga.

Aur jab bhi mauka milega, chhupke dekhunga.Kyunki main jaanna chahta tha…

Yeh sab kahan tak jayega.Aur main, Vikram Sharma, us waqt yeh nahi jaanta tha ki main khud is khel ka hissa banne wala hoon.

Ek aisa hissa jo baad mein khud ko pehchan nahi payega.

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Agli subah main 6:45 pe uth gaya tha. Neend poori nahi hui thi. Raat bhar dimag mein wahi scenes ghoom rahe the — Ramprasad ki aankhein, uski “sorry” wali awaaz, aur Kavya ka woh thoda sa soft padta hua tone. Main bed pe litte-litte soch raha tha ki main overthink toh nahi kar raha. Shayad sach mein kuch nahi hai. Shayad yeh sab mere dimag ki upaj hai. Lekin jo feeling thi, woh nahi ja rahi thi.
Kavya abhi so rahi thi. Uske baal pillow pe phailе hue the, muh thoda sa khula hua. Mainne uska face dekha. Itni seedhi, itni saaf. Uske chehre pe koi tension nahi thi. Mainne socha, shayad main hi paagal ho raha hoon.
6:55 pe door bell baji. Ramprasad aa gaya tha. Mainne jaldi se t-shirt peheni aur door khola. Woh phir se wahi white dhoti aur halka kurta pehne tha. Haath mein gamcha. Usne haath jodke kaha, “Namaste saab.”
Mainne sirf “Hmm” kaha aur kitchen ki taraf ishara kar diya. Kavya abhi nahi uthi thi. Main bathroom gaya, brush kiya, aur jab wapas aaya toh Ramprasad pehle se kitchen saaf kar raha tha. Usne gas on kar diya tha aur aloo ubal raha tha.
Main living room ke sofe pe baith gaya laptop kholne ke bahane. Asli mein main usse observe kar raha tha. Ramprasad kaam karte waqt bilkul focused dikhta tha, lekin uski aankhein kabhi-kabhi corridor ki taraf uth jati thin jahan se bedroom ka door dikhta tha. Jaise woh wait kar raha ho ki Kavya kab nikalе.
7:20 pe Kavya uthi. Usne pehle bathroom use kiya, phir simple light blue cotton nighty pehen ke bahar aayi. Dupatta nahi odha tha, lekin nighty knee-length thi aur kaafi loose. Usne Ramprasad ko dekhte hue bilkul flat awaaz mein kaha, “Aaj ke liye do aloo parathe aur ek omelette. Coffee alag se bana dena.”
Ramprasad ne turant “Ji memsaab” kaha. Koi extra baat nahi ki. Kavya ne usse aankh nahi milayi. Seedhe mere paas aayi aur boli, “Aapke kapde iron karke rakhne bol do usse. Kal meeting hai.”
Mainne notice kiya ki uska tone ab bhi strict tha, lekin pehle din jitna cold nahi tha. Thoda sa kam door. Jaise ab woh is aadmi ke presence ko accept kar chuki ho.
Nashta karte waqt mainne jaan-bujhkar Ramprasad ko call kiya. “Coffee thodi kam sweet banana next time.” Usne “Ji saab” kaha. Kavya us waqt apna paratha kha rahi thi. Usne mera face dekha aur boli, “Zyada mat bolna usse. Kaam kare bas.”
Mainne haske kaha, “Arre theek hai. Itna bhi kya.”
Lekin andar hi andar main uske reaction ko note kar raha tha. Usne “usko” nahi kaha, “usse” kaha. Chhoti si baat thi, lekin mujhe feel hui.
Office jaane se pehle mainne Kavya ke phone ko check kiya. Software chal raha tha. Koi naya message nahi tha. Mainne app ko background mein chhod diya aur nikal gaya.
Din bhar office mein dil nahi laga. Baar-baar soch raha tha ki ghar pe kya chal raha hoga. 1 baje maine software check kiya remotely. Location se pata chala ki Kavya office pahunch chuki hai. Ramprasad ka koi message nahi tha. Mainne thoda chain liya.
Shaam ko main 6:15 pe nikal gaya. Traffic ki wajah se 7:10 pe society pahuncha. Is baar mainne seedhe upper floors pe jane ki jagah basement mein gadi khadi ki aur stairs se upar gaya. Flat ke door ke paas aake mainne awaazein suni.
Andar se Ramprasad ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

“Memsaab, aapke yeh formal pants… roz pehenti ho. Kapda thoda tight hai kya? Main dekh ke bol raha hoon, washing ke baad thoda shrink ho gaya lagta hai.”
Kavya ki awaaz aayi, thodi irritated.

“Aapko kapdon se kya lena-dena? Apna kaam karo.”
Ramprasad ne turant awaaz soft kar li.

“Ji memsaab. Maaf karna. Bas aise hi dekh liya. Main toh soch raha tha aapko takleef na ho.”
Mainne quietly door ka handle ghumaaya. Door lock nahi tha. Main andar gaya toh dono kitchen mein the. Kavya ne abhi-abhi heels utaare the. Uske pair nange the. Ramprasad counter ke paas khoda tha, uske haath mein Kavya ka office bag tha.
Jab unhone mujhe dekha toh Ramprasad ne jaldi se bag table pe rakh diya. Kavya ne mera face dekha aur normal se kaha, “Aaj jaldi aa gaye?”
Mainne “Hmm, kam traffic tha” kaha. Lekin meri nazar Ramprasad pe thi. Uske chehre pe koi guilt nahi tha. Bas wahi normal “Namaste saab”.
Raat ko khana khate waqt mainne jaan-bujhkar baat nikali. “Woh budha thoda personal baatein karta hai kya?”
Kavya ne spoon se daal lete hue kaha, “Kabhi-kabhi bakwas kar deta hai. Main daant deti hoon. Zyada sunti nahi.”
Mainne uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh meri nazar se bach rahi thi. Thoda sa.
Khana khatam hone ke baad Ramprasad bartan saaf karke 8 baje nikal gaya. Mainne usse door tak chhodа. Jab woh stairs se utar raha tha toh usne ek baar peeche mudke dekha. Meri nazar se uski nazar mili. Usne halka sa sir jhukaya aur chala gaya. Us ek second mein mujhe laga jaise woh jaanta ho ki main usse observe kar raha hoon.
Raat ko 10:30 pe Kavya nahaane chali gayi. Mainne turant uska phone uthaya. Software ne naya alert diya tha. Ramprasad ne 9:48 pe message bheja tha:
“Memsaab, din mein jo kapdon wali baat muh se nikal gayi uske liye phir se sorry. Aap gussa mat kariyega. Main budha aadmi hoon, kabhi-kabhi control nahi rehta. Aapki izzat mere liye sabse upar hai.”
Kavya ne 10:05 pe reply kiya tha:

“Aakhri baar warning de rahi hoon. Aisi baat dobara nahi honi chahiye.”
Phir Ramprasad ne 10:07 pe likha:

“Ji memsaab. Aisi galti nahi hogi. Aap sukhi raho.”
Main yeh chat padhte hue sofe pe baitha raha. Kavya ne block nahi kiya. Usne sirf warning di. Aur Ramprasad bilkul usi pattern pe chal raha tha — pehle boundary cross karo, phir turant sorry, phir thoda aur wait karo.
Mainne phone wapas rakh diya. Kavya jab bathroom se bahar aayi toh usne simple white nighty pehen rakhi thi. Mainne usse bed pe bulaaya. Humne normal baatein ki. Office ki, traffic ki, weekend ke plans ki. Lekin main uske body language ko notice kar raha tha. Jab mainne uske kandhe pe haath rakha toh woh pehle se thodi kam tight thi. Itni resist nahi ki.
Sex us raat normal hi hua. Soft, jaldi khatam. Kavya ne lights off rakhi. Uske baad woh apne taraf muh karke so gayi. Main uski peeth dekhte hue litta raha. Dimag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi — yeh aadmi dheere-dheere meri biwi ke around ek invisible circle bana raha hai. Aur meri biwi us circle ko itni strictly break nahi kar rahi.
Agli subah phir wahi routine. Ramprasad 7 baje aaya. Kavya ne usse nashta bataya. Is baar usne itna harsh tone nahi use kiya. Bas normal instruction. Mainne notice kiya ki Ramprasad jab uske paas se guzra toh uski nazar ek second ke liye Kavya ke nighty ke neckline pe ruki. Kavya ne bhi usse feel kiya hoga, kyunki usne jaldi se dupatta odh liya jo sofe pe pada tha.
Main office nikalne se pehle software check kiya. Koi naya message nahi. Lekin mainne ek setting change ki — ab har deleted message ka automatic backup aa jayega mere phone pe.
Din bhar main kaam karte-karte soch raha tha. Yeh sab kahan tak jayega? Kya main kuch bolun Kavya se? Kya main Ramprasad ko nikal doon? Lekin uske paas koi solid proof nahi tha. Sirf “feeling” thi. Aur main jaanta tha ki agar main abhi kuch bolunga toh Kavya mujhe over-possessive ya paagal samjhegi.
Shaam ko main phir se thoda late gaya. 7:40 pe. Is baar door pe pahunchte hi mujhe clear awaaz aayi.
Ramprasad bol raha tha, “Memsaab, aapke pair itne sundar hain… nange pair dekh ke lagta hai jaise koi rani ho. Main dil se bol raha hoon.”
Kavya ki awaaz aayi, is baar thodi tez.

“Ramprasad! Bas karo ab. Ek number ki himmat hai tumhari. Agar Vikram ne sun liya toh…”
Ramprasad ne turant awaaz mein dar dikhaya.

“Maaf kar do memsaab. Muh se nikal gaya. Main jhoot nahi bolunga — aap bahut sundar lagti ho simple clothes mein bhi. Lekin main jaanta hoon yeh theek nahi. Aaj ke baad aisi baat nahi hogi. Kasam se.”
Mainne door khola. Dono turant alag ho gaye. Kavya ka face thoda flushed tha. Usne meri taraf dekha aur jaldi se boli, “Aaj traffic mein fas gaye kya?”
Mainne normal face banaye rakha. “Haan, thoda jam tha.”
Ramprasad ne “Namaste saab” kaha aur kitchen chala gaya. Mainne Kavya ke face ko carefully dekha. Uske gaanv pe halka sa laali thi. Aankhein meri nazar se bach rahi thin.
Raat ko khana chupchaap hua. Kavya ne zyada baat nahi ki. Mainne bhi nahi ki. Jab Ramprasad chala gaya toh mainne Kavya se seedha poocha, “Kuch hua kya aaj?”
Usne TV ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Kuch nahi. Woh budha kabhi-kabhi hadd cross kar jata hai. Mainne clear warning de di hai. Agar phir se kiya toh nikal denge.”
Mainne uski baat suni. “Hadd cross” — usne yeh words use kiye. Matlab kuch hua zaroor tha. Lekin woh details nahi de rahi thi.
10:45 pe software ne alert diya. Main bathroom gaya aur phone check kiya.
Ramprasad ka message 10:12 pe:

“Memsaab, aaj jo bol gaya uske liye dil se maafi. Main jaanta hoon main galat hoon. Aap gussa mat kariyega. Main aapka sevak hoon, kuch aur nahi. Kal se bilkul control rakhunga.”
Kavya ka reply 10:31 pe:

“Tumhari maafi se kuch nahi hota. Aakhri baar kaha hai. Ab koi personal baat nahi.”
Phir Ramprasad ne 10:33 pe sirf itna likha:

“Ji memsaab.”
Main phone haath mein liye bathroom ke mirror ke saamne khoda raha. Kavya ne phir se block nahi kiya. Usne warning di, lekin rishte ko khatam nahi kiya. Aur Ramprasad bilkul textbook manipulative pattern follow kar raha tha. Pehle bold comment, phir extreme sorry, phir thoda intezaar, phir thoda aur push.
Mainne us raat Kavya ke paas jakar uska haath pakda. Usne haath nahi hataya. Mainne uske baal sehлаye. Usne aankhein band kar li. Humne sex nahi kiya us raat. Bas main uske close litta raha. Uske body se aati hui soap ki smell, uski saansein… sab normal tha. Lekin mere dimag mein ek baat clear ho chuki thi.
Yeh aadmi meri biwi ke around ek khel khel raha hai.

Aur meri biwi, jo pehle din bilkul deewar ban ke khadi thi, ab dheere-dheere us deewar mein darar aa rahi hai.
Main us darar ko dekh raha tha.

Aur main kuch nahi kar raha tha.
Kyunki ek hissa mujhmein yeh jaanna chahta tha ki aage kya hoga.

Ek hissa darta tha.

Aur ek hissa… jo main us waqt admit nahi karna chahta tha… thoda sa excite bhi ho raha tha.
Mainne ceiling ki taraf dekha. Bahar se Mumbai ki raat ki awaazein aa rahi thin. Horn, door closing, door door se kutta bhaunkna. Normal zindagi. Lekin is flat ke andar kuch normal nahi reh gaya tha.
Mainne decide kiya.

Kal se main aur closely watch karunga.

Software ko aur sensitive banaunga.

Aur jab bhi mauka milega, main unhe dekhunga bina unhe pata chale.
Kyunki yeh story ab sirf shuru hui thi.

Aur main, jo iska pati tha, ab iska silent audience banne wala tha.

[Hotgiri]

Please add hot pic and gif to
Story to
Make it more spicy

[Dadaji Ki Kahani]

Good one, writings re also nice just avoid English words on that servant

[Kasif]

Absolutely wonderful and stunning writing. Please don't hurry up for early sex encounter between Kavya and Ramprasad. Please let there be slow and steady seduction by Ramprasad and heart and soul resistances from Kavya not to fall into Ramprasad's evil sex trap so easily.

[Bhosdike.]

Wonderful and beautiful update ❤️

[Ghosthunter]

Fantastic and fabulous start

[shan123]

Kafi interesting aur exciting updates the yaar, aur bahut badhiya writing bhi

[29e5o.a7.9.]

What an amazing start of story! Pls pls pls do continue!

[Runa Laila.]

Jabardast bidu. Bahut hi exciting aur eroticism se bharpur update diye ho. Maja agiya bidu. Bole to ekdum jhakaaas, faaaddduuuu update.

[Dadaji Ki Kahani]

update....

[jamanuram]

Good start , please update