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Vaishali ki aankh subah paanch baje khuli. Kamra abhi andhera tha. Vikram uske bagal mein soya hua tha, ek haath uski kamar par, saans seedhi. Uske jism par kal raat ab bhi thi. Gale par daant ka nishan garam lag raha tha. Honth sooje hue the. Munh mein ab bhi ek halka sa swad tha jo usne nigla tha. Usne dheere se uska haath hataya aur uthi. Bathroom gayi, darwaza band kiya, aur light jalaayi.

Aaine mein jo aurat dikhi, use usne pehle nahi dekha tha. Baal bikhre, lipstick miti hui, honth laal aur sooje, gale aur seene par do-teen nishan jo concealer se poori tarah nahi chhupne wale the. Usne ungli se ek nishan chhua. Dard nahi tha, lekin yaad thi. Usne paani se munh dhoya, baal bandhe, aur ek purani cream rang ki saree nikaali. Blouse full-sleeve tha, gale ka ghera band. Usne use pehna, hook band kiye, petticoat kasaa, aur saree lapeti. Aaine mein ab woh seedhi lag rahi thi. Andar se nahi.

Jab woh bahar aayi, Vikram jaag chuka tha. Woh bed par baitha tha, kurta pehne, aur usne use dekha. “Soya theek? Kal raat lambi thi.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. “Haan.”

“Cigarette ka packet le aaya tha. Table par hai.” Usne koi aur baat nahi ki. Landing ka zikr nahi, thappad ka nahi, kaali saree ka nahi. Woh utha, bathroom ki taraf gaya, aur darwaze par ruk kar kaha, “Tu bhi aa. Paani garam kar diya hai.”

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh jaanti thi mana karne se baat lambi hogi, aur woh jo chahega karega. Usne cream saree utaari, blouse khola, aur nangi hokar bathroom mein gayi. Vikram pehle se shower ke neeche khada tha. Usne use haath pakda aur apni god mein bitha liya, paani dono par gir raha tha. Usne sabun liya, uske kandhon par lagaya, gale par, seene par, nishanon ke upar dheere. Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uski saans tez thi, lekin usne nahi kaha. Woh jaanti thi yahan nahi ka koi matlab nahi hai.



Vikram ne uske baal geele kiye, unhe peeche kiya, aur uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Kal achha laga. Tu sharma rahi thi, lekin kar liya.” Usne uske boobs par sabun lagaya, dheere, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya. Vaishali ki peeth uske seene se lagi hui thi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Paani uske jism se beh raha tha, sabun uski chut tak aa gaya, aur Vikram ne wahan bhi haath phiraya, ek baar, jaise dhul raha ho. Phir usne use uthaya, khud nahaaya, aur towel diya.

Bahar aakar Vaishali ne cream saree phir se pehni. Pallu kas ke. Vikram ne chai banayi, use di, aur kaha, “Aaj ghar par hi rehna. Mummy kal aa rahi hain. Do din. Tu unke liye kuch bana dena.”

Vaishali ne cup uthaya. “Theek hai.”




Usne landing ki taraf nahi dekha. Arjun agle flat se bahar nahi aaya. Na subah, na dopahar. Priya ek baar chain hila kar gayi, lekin darwaza nahi khatkhataya. Vaishali kitchen mein rahi. Cream saree uske jism par seedhi thi, full blouse, koi cleavage nahi. Usne sabzi kaati, chawal dhoye, aur beech-beech mein aaine mein apna gale dekha. Nishan ab bhi the. Concealer se chhupe the, lekin use pata tha. Vikram office chala gaya. Usne darwaze par kaha, “Shaam ko jaldi aunga. Mummy ko call kar lena.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Jab darwaza band hua, tab usne phone uthaya. Arjun ka naam khola. Message likha. Mitaaya. Phir likha. *Kal jo hua, uske baare mein mat poochna.* Usne bhej diya. Jawab nahi aaya. Woh kitchen mein wapas gayi. Cream saree ki pallu uske haath se sarak rahi thi. Usne use theek kiya, aur socha ki kal saas aayegi, aur use phir se seedhi dikhna hoga, jaise kal raat ka kuch bhi uske jism par nahi hai.


Arjun subah aam dino ki tarah jaldi nahi uth saka. Uska jism aur dimaag dono kisi bhari bojh ke neeche dabe hue the. Raat bhar woh theek se so nahi paaya tha—aankh lagte hi wahi manzar, landing par hui beizzati, aur Vikram ka woh bhaari haath uske chehre par yaad aa jaata tha.
Jab woh aakhirkaar bistar se utha aur bathroom ke chhote aaine ke samne khada hua, toh subah ki thandi peeli roshni mein sachai saaf nazar aayi. Uske baayein gaal par chaar ungliyon ke laal nishaan saaf ubhre hue the. Skin halki si phooli hui thi, aur chhoone par ek jalan-bhari kasak uth rahi thi. Arjun ne turant jhijhak kar light band kar di, jaise andhere mein woh sachai chhap sakti ho.
Usne almari se ek dheeli shirt nikaali. Kaanpte haathon se button lagaye, par jaldbazi mein upar-neeche ho gaye. Dobara theek kiya, pallu theek se jhada, aur ek gehri saans lekar hall mein kadam rakha.
Hall ke purane dining table par Ramesh pehle se baitha tha. Samne thandi pad chuki chai ka cup aur haath mein khula hua akhbaar. Jaise hi Arjun aage badha, Ramesh ne akhbaar ke upar se nazar uthayi. Uski thaki hui, bujhi aankhein seedhe Arjun ke baayein gaal par tik gayi. Ek pal ke liye sannata chha gaya. Ramesh ne dhere se akhbaar ko modkar table par rakha aur chai ka cup thoda aage sarka diya.
"Yeh kya hua hai gaal par?" Ramesh ki aawaz mein ek thaka hua, lachaar darr tha.
Arjun ne seedhe uski aankhon mein dekhne se bachaav kiya. Nazar zameen par rakhte hue bola, "Kuch nahi. Raat ko andhere mein seedhiyon par pair phisla tha. Railing aur deewar ke kone se lag gaya."
Ramesh ne use gehri nazron se dekha. Woh apne bete ke jhooth ko pehchaanta tha—pichhle bees saalon se har bahaane ko jaanta tha. Lekin is waqt usme sach sunne ya sach ka saamna karne ki himmat bachi hi nahi thi. Agar sach saamne aata, toh use apni lachari aur bezati ka hisaab dena padta. Usne bas ek thandi saans chhodte hue kaha, "Sarson ka tel ya thodi barf laga le. Soojan badhegi toh society mein log bekar ke sawaal poochenge."
Tabhi kitchen ka parda hata aur Priya bahar aayi, haath mein naashte ki plate liye. Uski teekhi nazron ne ek hi second mein Arjun ke chehre ka kona naap liya. Priya ke honthon par wahi purani, zehreeli aur adhoori muskaan tair gayi—aisi muskaan jo aankhon tak nahi pahunchti thi, sirf taana maarne ke liye aati thi.
"Arre bhaiya, aapka ladka sach mein gir gaya ya kisi ne seedhiyon par achhe se dhakka de diya?" Priya ne plate table par patakte hue aawaz ko halka kheench kar kaha.
"Kaha na bua, pair phisla tha," Arjun ne daant pees kar jawab diya.
Priya ne plate ko ghooma kar rakha aur apne pallu se haath ponchte hue boli, "Achha... phisal gaya. Aur hamari Meera didi upar theek-thaak hain na? Kal raat landing par unki saree badi ajeeb lag rahi thi... poori bikhri hui, dhang se sambhali bhi nahi ja rahi thi. Pata nahi naye shauhar ke sath itna kaun sa drama chal raha hai."
Ramesh ka chehra sakht ho gaya. Usne jaldi se akhbaar phir se khola, chehre ke aage karte hue dabi aawaz mein toka, "Priya, unka flat alag hai, unki zindagi alag hai. Hamein pados ke maamlon mein padne ki zaroorat nahi hai."
Priya ne ek halke se thahake ke sath naak sikodi, "Haan haan, main kahan kuch keh rahi hoon. Padosi hi toh hain ab woh." Woh muskurati hui wapas kitchen ki taraf mud gayi.
Arjun ne table par rakha poha ka ek nivala muh mein daala, lekin gale se neeche utaarna namumkin lag raha tha. Uska gala sookh chuka tha. Usne chupchap jeb se apna phone nikala. Screen on karte hi wahi aakhri message dikha jo subah aaya tha: Kal jo hua, uske baare mein mat poochna.
Arjun ke angoothe screen par kaanpne lage. Usne likha: Maa, main kal raat wahan— Mita diya. Phir likha: Aap theek ho na? Usne kuch zyada toh nahi— Phir se poora mita diya. Aakhri baar likha: Main bilkul theek hoon, aap apna dhyan rakhna. Lekin is baar bhi use send karne ki himmat nahi hui. Usne poora text clear kiya, phone screen ko table par ulta patak diya, aur aadhi chodi hui chai pee kar seedhe apne kamre mein ghus gaya. Darwaza andar se band kar liya.
Dopahar ke qareeb baahar landing se bhaari kadmon ki aahat aayi. Vikram ki aawaz saaf, loud aur poore haq ke sath goonji: "Meera, darwaza kholo, main aa gaya." Kadi khulne aur darwaza band hone ki awaaz aayi. Arjun ne apne kamre mein bistar par baithe-baithe mutthi bheenchi. Pehle ki tarah usne is baar deewar se kaan lagane ki galti nahi ki. Woh bas bed ke kone par baitha raha, gaal ke garam nishaan ko ungliyon se dabata raha.
Shaam hote-hote landing aur deewar ke us paar se phir se aawazein aane lagin. Vikram ki halki, beparwah hasi sunai di, aur uske piche Vaishali ki bilkul dheemi, dabi hui aawaz: "Aap dheere boliye na... kal Mummy ji aa rahi hain, ghar theek se tayaar karna hai."
Yeh aawaz Arjun ke kaanon mein kisi kante ki tarah chubhi. Uski apni maa kisi aur ki marzi par chalne ke liye poori tarah tayaar ho chuki thi. Arjun ghutan se bardasht na kar saka. Usne kamre ka darwaza khola, bina kisi se kuch kahe chappal pehni aur building se neeche utar gaya.
Society ke compound mein shaam ki thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Usne boundary wall ke sath do-teen chakkar lagaye. Mann mein hazaaron sawaal ghoom rahe the—kya woh security officer station chala jaye? Par kis muh se? Fraud toh unhone hi shuru kiya tha. Vikram ne toh sirf paise diye the aur ab apna haq vasool raha tha.
Jab ghanton baad Arjun wapas flat par lauta, toh corridor bilkul shaant tha. Vikram ke flat ke andar se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi—sirf kitchen ke bartanon ki halki si khanak thi, jo bata rahi thi ki Meera raat ka khana bana rahi hai.
Hall mein Ramesh abhi bhi wahin baitha tha, aankhein band kiye, jaise kisi gusse ya lachari ko daba raha ho. Usne Arjun ke aane par aawaz sunkar pucha, "Kahan chala gaya tha?"
"Bas aise hi... thoda bahar gaya tha."
"Gaal kaisa hai ab?"
"Theek hai ab," Arjun ne ruka-ruka sa jawab diya.
Dono baap-bete ke beech ek lambi, dam-ghotne wali khamoshi fail gayi. Kisi ke paas doosre ke liye koi dilasa nahi tha. Arjun ne socha ki theek is deewar ke doosri taraf, Vaishali ab cream rang ki seedhi saree pehankar, gale ke saare nishaan concealer mein dhoondh-dhoondh kar chhupa chuki hogi. Aur Vikram chain se table par baith kar uske haath ki bani chai pee raha hoga, jaise kal raat unke parivaar par uthaaya gaya hath koi maayne hi na rakhta ho.
Arjun ne apne gaal ko dobara chhua. Thappad ki garmahat abhi bhi wahan maujood thi. Usne apna phone nikaala, screen kholi, aur bina kuch type kiye bas us aakhri message ko ghoorta raha: Kal jo hua, uske baare mein mat poochna.
Bahar corridor mein Priya ki chappalon ki ghaseetne wali aawaz aayi, Vikram ke darwaze ke paas ek pal ke liye ruki, aur bina kuch kahe wapas mud gayi. Arjun ne chupchap aankhein moond li. Gaal par pada woh thappad sirf chamdi par laal nahi tha—uski aatma aur izzat par ek aisa nishaan chhod gaya tha jiska dard gaal ke dard se kahin zyada gehra tha.


Subah theek nau baje flat ki doorbell baji. Ghanti ki aawaz sunte hi Vaishali ke dil ki dhadkan ek pal ke liye tez ho gayi. Usne jaldi se aaine ke samne khade hokar apni cream rang ki saree theek ki, full-sleeve blouse ke hooks check kiye, aur pallu ko kandhe par ache se kaskar baandha taaki gale ke daag poori tarah chhupe rahein. Ek gehri saans lekar usne darwaza khola.
Darwaze par Vikram ki maa khadi thi—haath mein ek chhota sa purana suitcase, safed cotton saree, baalon ka saaf-suthra juda, aur chehre par lambe safar ke baad aane wali halki thakaan. Unki umar Vaishali se mushkil se char ya paanch saal badi hogi, lekin unke aate hi Vaishali ne bina kisi jhijhak ke jhuk kar unke pair chhue.
“Aaiye, Maa. Vikram keh raha tha aap aane wali hain.”
Saas ne foran jhuk kar dono haathon se Vaishali ke kandhe thame aur use upar uthaya. “Arre Meera, itna jhukne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Main saas zaroor hoon, par humari umar mein itna farq nahi hai ki tu itna dare. Seedhi khadi reh.” Unhone Vaishali ke gaal par halke se haath fera, aur unki mamtayi nazar ne ek pal ke liye Vaishali ke chehre ko ghaur se dekha. “Ghar kitna saaf-suthra aur shaant lag raha hai. Vikram phone par kehta tha ki Meera ne poora ghar sambhal liya hai... bilkul sach keh raha tha.”
Tabhi bedroom se Vikram nikla, naye kurte mein, aur aage badhkar maa ke pair chhue. “Maa, train late thi kya? Aap thak gayi hongi. Baithiye sofe par, Meera abhi chai banakar laati hai.”
Vaishali bina der kiye kitchen ki taraf badh gayi. Gas par paani chadhate waqt uske haath halki thartharahat ke sath chal rahe the. Dimag mein wahi baat ghoom rahi thi—jo aurat umar mein uske lagbhag barabar hai, woh use "bahu" keh rahi hai, aur use "Maa" bolna pad raha hai. Ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi, lekin chehre par shanti ka mukhauta lagana zaroori tha. Usne adrak aur elaichi daal kar chai banayi, tray mein do steel ke cup sajaye aur hall mein le aayi.
Saas sofe par baithi thi, suitcase abhi bhi paas mein rakha tha. Cup uthate hi unhone ek ghoont liya aur muskurayi. “Kamaal ki chai banayi hai. Asli ghar ki chai, bina kisi dikhawe ke.”
“Aap safar se aayi hain, pehle aaraam kar lijiye,” Vaishali ne nazrein neeche rakhte hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha. “Main guest room ka bistar theek kar deti hoon.”
“Arre nahi, pehle yahan mere paas baith,” Saas ne sofe par apne bagal mein jagah banate hue uska haath pakad kar bitha liya. “Main tujhe dhang se dekhna chahti thi. Vikram ne bataya tha ki tu bohot suljhi hui aur seedhi hai. Main soch rahi thi ki kahin ladka shuruwat mein tareefein toh nahi kar raha. Par tu sach mein waisi hi hai. Itni umar hone ke baad bhi tere chehre par yeh sharm aur tehzeeb hai. Yeh bohot achhi baat hai. Aaj-kal ki nayi ladkiyon mein kahan aisi tehzeeb hoti hai.”
Vikram samne khada hokar halke se hasa. “Maa, yeh humesha aisi hi sharmati rehti hai. Kuch bhi bolo, pehle nazrein jhuka leti hai.”
Vaishali ne apne saree ke pallu ko ungliyon mein bheenchte hue kaha, “Aap dono aise mat kahiye... main bas apna farz nibha rahi hoon.”
“Farz hi toh sabkuch hota hai,” Saas ne uske haath par thapki di. “Tu Vikram ki biwi hai, is ghar ki bahu hai. Main bohot chain mein hoon. Vikram ne kisi jawan, bachkani ladki ko chun kar koi galati nahi ki. Agar koi bohot chhoti ladki aati, toh roz ke nakhre hote, saas-bahu ke kalesh hote, bartan toot-te, aur mera beta beech mein pis jaata. Tu samajhdar hai, bade-chhote ka lihaaz jaanti hai. Isi wajah se yeh ghar itna sambhla hua lag raha hai.”
Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Uski umar ka zikr saas ke muh se itne aam aur taareef bhare lahze mein sun kar uske andar ek ajeeb sa dard ubhra. Usne bas dheere se sir jhuka diya. “Aapki meherbani hai, Maa.”
“Aur ek baat dhyan se sun le,” Saas ne cup table par rakha aur seedhi hokar baithi. “Ab sabkuch settle hai. Vikram ka business chal raha hai, ghar hai, tu hai. Ab mujhe bas ek pota ya poti chahiye. Teri umar ke hisaab se der karna theek nahi hoga. Jitna jaldi khushkhabri degi, utna acha hai. Main hamesha door gaon mein nahi baithi reh sakti, mujhe bache ko khilana hai.”
Vikram ne ek gehri muskaan ke sath Vaishali ki taraf dekha. “Maa, abhi toh shaadi ko thoda hi waqt hua hai. Meera sharma rahi hai, dheere-dheere sab hoga.”
Vaishali ki ungliyan kapkapane lagin. Pota-poti aur family planning ki baat achanak itni khulkar samne aayegi, usne socha na tha. Usne jaldi se baat badalne ke liye cup uthaya. “Maa, aap haath-munh dho lijiye, main dopahar ke khane ki taiyaari karti hoon. Aapko kya pasand hai?”



“Jo tu banaye. Main koi nakhre wali saas nahi hoon,” Saas uthte hue boli. “Lekin jo maine kaha, use bhoolna mat. Nati ki baat yaad rakhna.”
Vaishali kitchen mein aayi aur sabzi kaatne lagi. Haath dheere-dheere chal rahe the. Hall se Vikram aur uski maa ki purani baaton aur hansi ki aawazein aa rahi thin. Vaishali ne socha ki kismat ne kaisa khel khela hai—jo aurat usse chaar saal badi hai, woh use nati ka taqaza kar rahi hai, aur woh bina inkaar kiye ek aagyakari bahu ki tarah sar jhuka kar khadi hai.
Dopahar ko khana laga. Daal, chawal, roti aur sabzi. Saas ne har nivala swad lekar khaya. “Bohot lazeez bana hai Meera. Vikram sach mein lucky hai jo use tere jaisi biwi mili. Main do din yahan aaram se rahungi. Tujhe koi bhi pareshani ho toh bejhijhak bolna. Main saas hoon, par hum umar mein paas hain toh tu mujhe behan ya dost ki tarah bhi samajh sakti hai.”
“Ji Maa, aap jitne din chahein aaram se rahiye,” Vaishali ne plate aage karte hue kaha.
Shaam ko jab Vikram market aur kaam se lauta, toh Saas ne darwaze par hi use tok diya. “Teri biwi ne din bhar ek pal aaram nahi kiya. Chai, paani, khana, sab samay par. Aisi bahu kismat se milti hai, ise sambhal kar rakhna.”
Vikram ne ek lambi, gehre arth wali nazar Vaishali par daali. “Main jaanta hoon Maa, bohot ache se sambhal kar rakh raha hoon.”
Raat ke waqt jab pura flat shaant ho gaya, Saas dusre kamre mein gehri neend so gayi. Vaishali ne kitchen ka aakhri bartan saaf kiya, hall ki lights band keen, aur chupchap bed par aakar baithi.
Usne dheemi, kaanpti aawaz mein Vikram se kaha, “Aapki maa nati ki baat kar rahi thin...”
“Haan, suna maine. Woh chahti hain ki humara apna parivaar aage badhe,” Vikram ne aage badhkar uski kamar par apna bhari haath rakha aur use apne kareeb kheench liya. “Tu jis tarah unke samne sharma rahi thi, bohot pyaari lag rahi thi. Maa khush hain, aur unhe khush rakhna ab teri zimmedari hai.”
Vaishali ne chupchap apni aankhein moond leen. Cream saree abhi bhi uske jism par lipti thi. Deewar ke us paar se, Arjun ke kamre ki taraf se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi—poora Dadar sannate mein tha. Us flat mein sirf do aawazein thin: ek bagal ke kamre mein soti hui saas ki gehri saans, aur doosra uske bilkul kareeb Vikram ke kadmon aur uske haath ka bhaari haq. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya ki ab Meera ka roop sirf ek natak nahi raha, woh dhundla hokar uski aadhi haqeeqat banta ja raha tha.



Kamre ki light band thi. Saas agle kamre mein so chuki thi. Unki saans ki dheemi awaaz door se aa rahi thi, ek rhythm mein. Vaishali bed par leti thi, cream saree ab bhi uske jism par, pallu kas ke. Vikram uske bagal mein aaya. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Usne uski saree ka pallu side kiya, petticoat upar uthaya, aur panty neeche sarka di. Vaishali ne uska haath pakda.

“Aap ruk jaiye,” usne dheere se kaha. “Mummy ji sun lengi. Agle kamre mein hain.”

Vikram ne jawab nahi diya. Woh neeche sarak gaya, uski jaanghon ke beech, aur apna munh uski chut par rakh diya. Pehli lick dheemi thi. Usne jeebh se uske honthon ko alag kiya, upar se neeche, ek lambi, naram chaat. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Usne apna haath uske sir par rakha, use hatane ke liye, lekin hataya nahi. “Aap… dheere. Woh jaag jaayengi.”

Vikram ne hasa, munh uski chut se lagaa hua. Hasi dheemi thi, garam. Usne phir se lick kiya, is baar aur dheere, clit ke gird ghera banate hue. Vaishali ki jaanghein kaanp gayi. Woh unhe band karna chahti thi, lekin uska sir beech mein tha. Uski jeebh naram thi, garam, aur woh use chaat raha tha jaise koi cheez dheere se pee raha ho. “Mmm,” usne kaha, dheere, uski chut ke khilaaf. “Tera swad achha hai. Meetha.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uski moan nikal gayi, patli, “Ahh… aap mat boliye aise…” Usne pillow pakad liya, use apne munh par rakhna chaaha, lekin rakh nahi paayi. Vikram ne uski clit ko jeebh se dabaaya, dheere, phir chaata, upar se neeche, phir wapas. Har lick par ek geeli awaaz hoti, chhoti si, aur Vaishali ki saans tez hoti jaati. “Uff… ahhh… ruk jaiye… mummy ji—”

“Woh so rahi hain,” Vikram ne kaha, jeebh ab bhi uske upar. “Tu dheere bol. Main sun raha hoon.” Usne do ungliyan uski chut ke andar ki, dheere, aur saath hi clit ko chuste raha. Vaishali ki peeth bed se ubhar gayi. Ek lambi, dabi hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—”, jo usne turant apne honth kaat kar rok li. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, uski jeebh par, uski ungliyon par. Vikram ne use piya, dheere, jaise koi cheez khatam nahi karni ho.

“Kitni geeli hai tu,” usne kaha, awaaz munh ke andar se. “Mummy ji ko pata bhi nahi. Unki bahu yahan leti hai, aur main unka beta unki chut chaaat raha hoon.”

Vaishali ne uske baal pakde. “Aap aise mat kahiye… please… main—” Uski awaaz tooti. Vikram ne ungliyan tez ki, jeebh clit par rakhi, aur chaatna jaari rakha. Vaishali ki jaanghein uske sir ke gird kas gayi. Uski saans ab ruk-ruk kar aa rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… aap… main aa rahi hoon… ruk—”



Woh nahi ruka. Usne aur gehra chusa, ungliyan andar-bahar ki, aur Vaishali ka jism kaanp gaya. Ek lambi, kaanpti hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi, dabi hui, “Ahhh— haaye—” aur uski chut ne uski jeebh aur ungliyon par ras chhod diya. Woh bed par leti rahi, saans tez, aankhen band, pillow ab uske munh par. Vikram ne dheere se lick jaari rakhi, soft, jab tak uski kaanpan ruk nahi gayi. Phir usne upar uth kar uske honthon par ek chhoti si kiss ki, usi swad ke saath.

“Achha laga,” usne kaha, dheere. “Mummy ji nahi jaagi. Tu dheere thi.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Agle kamre se ab bhi saas ki saans aa rahi thi, seedhi. Uske gaal garam the. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, uski jeebh ki yaad ke saath. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Vikram uske bagal mein let gaya, haath uski kamar par, aur kamra phir se chup ho gaya.



Vikram ne uske upar uthne se pehle uski panty uthayi. Woh ab bhi geeli thi, uski chut ke ras se. Usne use Vaishali ke honthon par rakha. “Muh mein le. Koi awaaz nahi.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Agle kamre se saas ki saans ab bhi aa rahi thi, seedhi, gehri. Usne sir hila diya, dheere. “Aap… main nahi—”

Usne panty ko uske honthon ke beech dhakel diya. Kapda uske munh mein chala gaya, geela, uska apna swad. Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uski saans naak se tez ho gayi. Vikram ne uski jaanghein kholi, apna lund uski chut par set kiya, aur dheere se andar kiya. Poora nahi. Aadha. Vaishali ki peeth bed se ubhar gayi. Ek dabi hui gasp uske gale se nikal gayi, panty ke peeche se, “Mmm—”

“Aankhen khol,” usne kaha, dheere. “Mujhe dekh.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Vikram uske upar tha, uski aankhon mein dekh raha tha. Usne ek aur inch andar kiya. Lund uski geeli chut mein dheere se gaya, supada uski deewar se takra gaya. Vaishali ki aankhen badi ho gayi. Uski saans atak gayi, phir tez ho gayi. Panty uske munh mein thi, isliye moan nahi nikli. Sirf ek lambi, kaanpti hui gasp, “Hhh—” jo uske naak se nikal gayi.

Vikram ne dheere se bahar nikala, phir andar. Soft. Gehra. Har dhakka uske pet tak ja raha tha, lekin tez nahi. Bed nahi hil raha tha. Agle kamre ki deewar ke us paar saas so rahi thi. Vaishali ne uski kalaiyan pakdi. Uski ungliyan kas gayi. Har baar jab lund andar jaata, uski chut use pakad leti, geeli marod ke saath, aur ek chhoti si geeli awaaz hoti, phach, jo sirf un dono ke beech sunai deti. Vaishali ki aankhen uski aankhon mein thi. Paani aa raha tha, sharm se, aur us mehnat se jo use karna pad raha tha awaaz rokne mein.

“Tu kitni garam hai,” Vikram ne kaha, awaaz bilkul dheemi. “Mummy ji so rahi hain. Unki bahu unke bete ke neeche leti hai, panty munh mein, aur chup.” Usne ek aur gehra dhakka maara. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek tez gasp uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahh— mmm—” panty ke andar dabi hui. Uski jaanghein kaanp gayi. Lund uske andar poora tha, garam, mota, aur woh dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha, phir andar ja raha tha.

Vikram ne uske ek boob ko haath se pakda, blouse ke upar se, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya. Vaishali ki peeth phir se ubhar gayi. Uski saans ab ruk-ruk kar aa rahi thi. Har thrust par ek gasp, chhoti, kaanpti hui, “Hhh… mmm… hhh—” jo woh rok nahi pa rahi thi. Panty uske munh mein geeli ho rahi thi, uski laar se, uski saans se. Uski aankhen Vikram ki aankhon se mil rahi thi, phir band ho jaati thi, phir khul jaati thi. Sharm uske poore jism mein thi. Saas agle kamre mein thi. Aur uska jism uske dheere, gehri dhakkon ka saath de raha tha.

Usne speed thodi badhayi. Ab bhi soft. Lekin gehra. Thrust lamba. Lund bahar aata, tip tak, phir poora andar. Vaishali ki chut har baar use kas ke pakadti, phir chhodti. Geeli awaaz ab thodi saaf thi, lekin bed ab bhi nahi hil raha tha. Vaishali ne uski peeth pakdi. Uski ungliyan uske kurte mein ghus gayi. Ek aur gasp, lambi, “Mmm— ahhh—” panty ke peeche se nikal gayi. Uski aankhon se ek aansu nikal aaya, uske gaal se hotа hua takiya par. Vikram ne use chaata, jeebh se, bina dhakka roke.

“Rona mat,” usne kaha, dheere. “Bas chup reh. Main tujhe dekh raha hoon.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uski saans ab sirf gasp thi. Har heavy thrust par ek. Lund uske andar jaata, uske pet tak mehsoos hota, aur woh apne munh mein panty daba kar awaaz rok leti. Kabhi-kabhi ek chhoti si siski nikal jaati, “Hhh…”, jo woh turant nigal leti. Vikram uski aankhon mein dekh raha tha. Uski saans bhi tez thi. Woh dheere-dheere tez hota gaya, lekin ab bhi soft. Bed dheemi dheemi hilne laga. Vaishali ki jaanghein uski kamar ke gird kas gayi. Uski chut ab aur geeli thi, lund har baar aasaan andar ja raha tha, aur har baar ek geeli phachak ki awaaz hoti jo unke jism ke beech dabi reh jaati.

Woh aise hi chalta raha. Ek minute. Do. Vaishali ki aankhen band thi, munh mein panty, saans tez, aur har thrust par uska jism ek chhoti si gasp ke saath upar uth raha tha. Vikram ne uske dono haath upar kiye, takiya ke upar, aur unhe pakad liya. Ab woh poori tarah uske neeche thi. Lund gehra ja raha tha. Soft. Silent. Lekin poora. Vaishali ki moan ab sirf uske gale mein thi, dabi hui, aur uski aankhon se aansu dheere-dheere nikal rahe the, jabki saas agle kamre mein ab bhi so rahi thi, bina jaane.


Vikram ne uske haath chhode. Vaishali ne turant apni taangein uski kamar ke gird kas li, pair uski peeth par, aur use aur paas khinch liya. Lund uske andar aur gehra chala gaya. Supada uski aakhri deewar se takra gaya. Vaishali ki aankhen khul gayi. Panty ab bhi uske munh mein thi, lekin ek tez moan nikal gayi, dabi hui, “Mmm— ahhh—”

Vikram ne dheere nahi kiya. Usne uski kamar pakdi aur tez dhakke maarne laga. Heavy. Gehra. Har thrust uske pet tak ja raha tha. Bed ab hilne laga, dheemi dheemi. Vaishali ki taangein uski hips par kas gayi, use aur andar kheench rahi thi. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, geeli, garam, aur har baar jab woh bahar aata toh ek lambi geeli awaaz hoti, phachak, phir andar dhas jaata.

“Ahhh— mmm— ahhh—” Vaishali ki moan ab ruk nahi rahi thi. Panty uske honthon se sarak rahi thi. Usne use munh se nikaal diya, saans lene ke liye, aur turant ek lambi gasp nikal gayi, “Ahhh— aap— bahut gehra—” Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya, kiss kiya, gehra, aur neeche se dhakke jaari rakhe. Uski jeebh uski jeebh se mili. Vaishali ki moan uske munh mein ghul gayi. Uski taangein aur kas gayi. Woh use apne andar aur gehra chahti thi, chahe saas agle kamre mein ho.



Vikram garam ho gaya. Uske dhakke tez ho gaye, heavy, bina ruke. Thap. Thap. Thap. Bed ki awaaz ab saaf thi, lekin dheemi. Vaishali ki boobs har thrust par hil rahe the. Mangalsutra uske seene par baar-baar hit kar raha tha. Uski saans tooti hui thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… main— aap andar hi—” Vikram ne uski kamar aur kas ke pakdi, aakhri kuch dhakke aur gehre maare, aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht ho gaya. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, gehra, lambi dhaar mein. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi, kaanpti hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—”, aur uski taangein uski hips par aur kas gayi, use andar hi rokne ke liye.

Vikram uske upar leta raha, saans tez, lund ab bhi uske andar, dheere-dheere naram hota hua. Usne uske maathe par kiss kiya, phir honthon par. “Andar hi,” usne kaha, dheere. “Poora.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Uski saans ab bhi tez thi. Uski chut uske virya se bhari hui thi, garam. Agle kamre se saas ki saans ab bhi aa rahi thi, seedhi. Usne apni taangein dheere se kholi. Vikram uske bagal mein sarak gaya. Usne use apni taraf khinchha, uski kamar par haath rakha, aur kaha, “Mummy ji nahi jaagi. Tu achhi thi.”

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhen band ho gayi. Uska jism ab bhi kaanp raha tha, dheere. Virya uski jaanghon se beh raha tha. Woh uske seene se lagi hui leti rahi, saas ki saans sunti hui, aur sochti rahi ki yeh raat bhi nikal gayi, bina kisi awaaz ke jo agle kamre tak pahunch sake.


Arjun poori raat ek pal ke liye bhi nahi so saka. Uske baayein gaal par laga thappad ka nishaan ab halka pad chuka tha, lekin us beizzati aur lachari ki jalan uske seene mein abhi bhi aag ki tarah sulag rahi thi. Subah ke lagbhag saat baje, jab Priya kitchen mein chhan-chhan karte hue nashta banane mein lagi thi, Arjun ne dabe paon hall mein aakar Ramesh ko aawaz di.
"Papa, humein ek aur lawyer ke paas chalna chahiye. Puraane wale ne bina poori baat sune hi keh diya tha ki case nahi banega. Dadar station ke paas ek civil lawyer ka office hai, shayad koi doosra rasta nikal aaye."
Ramesh ne chai ka cup kaanpte haathon se table par rakha. Uski aankhon mein bepanah thakan aur ek gehri haar thi. "Arjun, baat ko samajhne ki koshish kar. Pehle wale ne bhi toh yahi samjhaya tha na? Marriage register mein uske sign hain. Token ka saara paisa humne apne haath se liya tha. Agar hum court ki dehleez tak bhi gaye, toh kanoon unhe baad mein pakdega, pehle hum dono par hathkadi lagegi."
"Phir bhi, Papa!" Arjun ki aawaz dabi hui thi, lekin usme ek aakhri aashaa ki zidd thi. "Hum unhe saari sachai khulkar nahi batayenge. Hum sirf itna kahenge ki meri bua ka rishta tay hua tha, aur shaadi ke aakhri din dhokhe se meri maa wahan phans gayi. Hum yeh sabit karne ki koshish karenge ki register par jo sign hue woh zabardasti karwaye gaye the. Bas kisi tarah unhe wahan se alag karna hai... bina yeh khulasa kiye ki aapas mein hamara kya plan tha."
Ramesh ne der tak apne jawan bete ke murjhaye hue chehre ko dekha. Ek gehri, thandi saans chhodte hue usne sir hilaya. "Theek hai, chalte hain. Lekin khuda ke vaaste yeh baat Vaishali ko mat batana. Woh us flat mein pehle hi pal-pal toot rahi hai. Agar use pata chala ki humne phir se koi haath-pair maara aur woh bhi nakaam ho gaya, toh uske bache-khuche hausle ki aakhri dor bhi toot jayegi."
Dopahar ke lagbhag do baje dono Dadar ke ek purane commercial complex ke chhote se office mein pahunche. Kamre mein dhoop-dhool se bhari moti files ke dher lage the, aur table ke piche safed baalon wale ek buzug lawyer chashma theek karte hue baithe the. Arjun ne chair par baithte hi ruk-ruk kar baat shuru ki.
"Sir, humari ek bohot badi pareshaani hai. Meri bua ka rishta tay hua tha, aur shart ke mutabiq unki jagah meri... meri ek rishtedaar ko aage kiya gaya tha. Par baat aisi phans gayi ki shaadi wale din register mein unka naam chadh gaya. Ab woh ladka unhe wahan se aane nahi de raha aur woh unhi ke sath reh rahi hain. Hum bas unhe kanooni taur par wahan se baahar nikaalna chahte hain."
Vakeel ne Arjun ke chehre ke badalte rang aur Ramesh ke jhuke hue kandhon ko dhyan se dekha. Usne samne khuli file ko band kiya aur pen ko table par patak diya.
"Beta, kanoon itna aasan nahi hota. Marriage register court ka official record hota hai. Agar do baaligh logon ne us par khud sign kiye hain, toh us rishte ko zabardasti nahi toda ja sakta. Sach sach batao, tum logon ne us ladke se ya uske parivaar se koi mota paisa liya tha?"
Ramesh ne sharm se apni nazrein zameen par tika leen. "Haan vakeel sahab... shagun aur bharpai ke naam par paisa transfer hua tha."
"Toh phir pehle wahi baat samne aayegi," vakeel ne sakht aawaz mein kaha. "Agar tum kanoon ke paas jaoge, toh Vikram ka parivaar palat kar tum par Section 420 aur criminal cheating ka case thonk dega. Woh saaf kahenge ki tum logon ne pehle paisa liya aur ab mukar rahe ho. Aur agar baat thodi bhi aage badhi aur court mein yeh saaf hua ki aurat ka tumhare sath kya rishta hai, toh samaj aur security officer dono tumhare khilaaf khade honge. Khoon ka rishta chhupana namumkin hai, beta."
Arjun ka gala sookh gaya. "Par sir... agar hum unka saara paisa byaaj ke sath wapas lautane ko taiyaar hon toh? Kya koi aapsi agreement nahi ho sakta jisse woh alag ho jayein?"
"Paisa wapas karne se register ki seal nahi mit-ti," vakeel ne safai se jawab diya. "Main yeh case nahi le sakta, kyunki iska ant sirf tumhare parivaar ke jail jaane par hoga. Meri maano toh jo jaisa chal raha hai, use waisa hi rehne do. Aurat ab doosre ke ghar ki bahu ban chuki hai, faisla use khud karne do."
Office se bahar aate hi Dadar ki dhoop dono ke sar par aag ki tarah lagi. Ramesh ne aage chalte hue dabi aawaz mein bas itna kaha, "Maine subah hi kaha tha na tujhse, Arjun..."
Arjun ke paas kehne ke liye koi lafz nahi bache the. Auto mein wapas aate waqt dono ke beech bas ek bhari sannata tha. Flat par pahunchte hi Arjun ne kisi se baat nahi ki aur seedhe apne kamre mein jaakar darwaza andar se band kar liya. Usne jeb se phone nikala aur wahi purana chat khola: Kal jo hua, uske baare mein mat poochna.
Usne kaanpte angoothon se type kiya: Maa, main aaj phir ek kanooni rasta dhoondhne gaya tha, par sab bekaar nikla... hum haar gaye hain. Usne screen dekhi, aur foran mita diya. Phir type kiya: Maa, aap wahan kaisa mehsoos kar rahi ho? Use bhi mita diya. Aakhri mein usne phone ko bed par ulta phenk diya aur dono haathon se apna sir pakad liya.
Shaam hote-hote landing se bhaari jooton ki aahat aayi aur Vikram ki buland aawaz goonji: "Meera, darwaza kholo, main aa gaya." Kadi khuli, darwaza band hua. Kuch hi der mein pados ke flat se khilkhilati hui aawazein aane lagin—Vikram ki hansi, aur uski maa ki santusht aawaz.
Arjun ne is baar deewar ki taraf dekha tak nahi. Woh bas chhat ko taakta raha. Gaal ka thappad ab bilkul theek ho chuka tha, par aatma par lagi chot pehle se zyada nasoor ban chuki thi. Kanoon ke saare darwaze hamesha ke liye band ho chuke the. Aur theek upar wale kamre mein Vaishali cream saree pehankar apni saas ke pair daba rahi thi—is baat se poori tarah bekhabar ki neeche uske bete ne use bachaane ki aakhri koshish bhi haar di thi.


Dopahar ke lagbhag do baje Vikram achanak office se jaldi laut aaya. Hall ka darwaza khula toh usne dekha Vaishali wahi roz wali dabi hui cream rang ki cotton saree mein kitchen ke paas khadi thi, pallu ko kandhe par lapete hue. Vikram ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa roab aur confidence tha.
"Meera, kapde badal le. Bahar nikalna hai," Vikram ne car ki chaabi table par ghumate hue kaha. "Agle hafte building society ka saalana function hai. Tujhe naye aur behtar kapde lene hain. Main khud pasand karwaunga."
Vaishali ne jhijhakte hue haath mein pakda bartan platform par rakha. "Mere paas kapde hain... aap faltu ke paise kharch mat kijiye. Jo hai, woh theek hai."
"Paise ki chinta tu mat kar," Vikram do kadam aage badha aur uske naram haath ko apni mazboot ungliyon mein jakad liya. Uski aawaz mein ek mardana haq tha. "Tu ab kisi aam ghar ki aurat nahi hai, Vikram Deshmukh ki biwi hai. Main chahta hoon tu aisi dikhe jise dekh kar log nazar na hata sakein. Jo tu roz pehenti hai, woh purana aur bejaan lagta hai. Aaj main dikhaunga ki tujh par kya jachta hai. Chupchap chal."
Bandra ke ek bade, chamchamate designer boutique ke bahar gaadi ruki. Charo taraf bade-bade aaine, tez warm lights aur mehange kapdon ki khushboo thi. Vaishali apni purani zindagi mein aisi jagahon par kadam rakhne ka soch bhi nahi sakti thi. Dadar ke us purane flat mein ek saree ko dho-dho kar saalon pehna jaata tha. Yahan har ek kapda chamakdaar, aadhunik aur uske jism ko alag dhang se pesh karne ke liye bana tha.
Vikram ne racks par hath pherte hue ek gehre green (bottle-green) rang ki pure silk saree nikaali, jisme golden border tha. Uske sath match karta hua ek blouse tha—sleeveless, jiska gala aage aur peeche dono taraf se kaafi gehra aur bold kata hua tha.
"Yeh le, trial room mein jaakar pehen ise," Vikram ne saree uske haath mein thama di.
Trial room ke band darwaze ke peeche, aaine ke samne khadi Vaishali ne kaanpte haathon se apni purani saree utaari aur woh naya kapda pehna. Blouse ka fabric bilkul tight tha; uske poore curve ko upar ki taraf ubhar raha tha aur collarbone ke paas ka chhota sa kaala mole bilkul khulkar saaf dikh raha tha. Saree ka resham uski kamar aur hips ke sath chipak gaya.
Jab woh darwaza khol kar bahar aayi, toh Vikram samne sofe par baitha tha. Uski bhookhi, daavedaar nazrein Vaishali ke gale se shuru hokar uske ubhre hue seene, patli kamar aur saree ke ghere tak dheere-dheere phirin. Vikram ke honthon par ek santusht muskaan phail gayi.
"Kamaal lag rahi hai," Vikram uthkar uske bilkul paas aa gaya. Uski aankhon mein jism ko dekhne ki chamak saaf thi. "Tu chahe jitna sharmaye, par sach yeh hai ki yeh kapde tere hi liye bane hain."
"Bohot... bohot zyada khula hai," Vaishali ne sharm aur darr se nazrein jhuka li, pallu ko kheench kar seene par dhaanpne ki naakam koshish ki. "Main aisi halat mein society ke logon ke samne nahi ja sakti."
"Bilkul jaayegi," Vikram ne aage badhkar boutique staff ke samne hi bejhijhak apna hath uski nangi kamar ke curve par tika diya, jahan blouse khatam ho raha tha. "Yeh green wali pack karo. Aur woh neele rang wali designer saree bhi nikaalo, uska blouse thoda aur deep cut rakhna."
Vaishali ne uska hath pakad kar rokna chaha, aawaz mein ek minnat thi. "Aap itna kharch kyun kar rahe hain? Yeh sab bohot mehanga hai..."
"Pehle ki ghutan aur gareebi ko bhool ja," Vikram ne boutique ke beechon-beech uske thande gaal par apna garam hath rakha. "Ab tu meri hai. Tujhe jo chahiye, jahan ghumna hai, sab main dunga. Tu bas pehen. Function mein society ke har aadmi ki nazar tujh par hogi, aur main chahta hoon sab dekhein ki meri biwi kitni khoobsurat hai."
Billing counter par jab card swipe hua, toh Vaishali ki nazar machine ki screen par padi. Itni badi raqam mein unke purane flat ka pure teen mahine ka kharcha nikal sakta tha. Uske haath mein chamakdaar shopping bags thama diye gaye. Car ki taraf badhte waqt Vikram ne uske kandhe par hath daalte hue pucha, "Ab khush hai? Tujhe bechari ban kar rehne ki zaroorat nahi hai."
Vaishali ne apni palkein jhuka leen. Ek taraf sharm aur apradhbodh tha, lekin doosri taraf ek ajeeb si garmahat bhi thi jise woh pehchaanna nahi chahti thi. Uski poori zindagi lachari aur taano mein beeti thi; Ramesh ne kabhi use ek nayi saree tak khushi se nahi dilayi thi. Aur yahan yeh jawan, mazboot mard bina hisaab ke uspar lutaye ja raha tha, uspar poora haq jata raha tha. Uske seene mein dabi hui ek naazuk si narmi pighalne lagi, jise usne jaldi se daba diya. "Aap bohot kuch karte hain... main bas theek hoon."
Dadar flat ki landing par jab dono pahunche, toh bags floor par rakhe gaye. Theek usi waqt Arjun apne flat ke darwaze se bahar nikla tha, haath mein paani ki bottle liye. Uski nazar foran un branded bags aur transparent wrapper se jhalak rahi us gehre green kapde par padi. Arjun ke gale mein jaise kuch phas gaya; uski aankhein pathra gayi.
Vikram ne ek jhatke mein Arjun ki taraf dekha aur beparwah dhang se bola, "Arjun! Dekh, teri nayi Bhabhi ke liye agle hafte ke function ke kapde le aaya. Tu bhi function mein zaroor aana, dekhna Bhabhi kaisi lagti hai."



Arjun ne apne sookhe honth bheenchte hue bas itna kaha, "Theek hai..."
Tabhi andar se Priya bua bhi nikal aayi. Uski zehreeli nazron ne pehle bags ko naapa, phir Vaishali ke chehre aur uski bikhri hui sharm ko dekha. "Arre wah didi! Naya rang, naye tevar? Lagta hai blouse ka gala is baar kaafi gehra banwaya hai. Vikram ji toh aap par dil khol kar lutaa rahe hain."
Vaishali ne ghabra kar apna pallu aur kaskar lapeta. "Function hai bua... bas isiliye."
Ghar ke andar jaakar Vaishali ne un bhari bags ko bed par rakha. Vikram ne foran piche se aakar uski kamar ko dono haathon se jakad liya aur apna chehra uski naram gardan mein chupa diya. "Tu aaj alag lag rahi hai Meera. Thodi khush. Maine kaha tha na, main tera dhyan rakhunga."
Vaishali ne apni aankhein kas ke band kar leen. Vikram ke badan ki garmahat uski peeth par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh sab ek jhooth ke upar khada hai, lekin un naye kapdon ki chamak, yeh lutf, aur Vikram ka yeh mardana sahara use ek naye nasha jaisa lagne laga tha. Ek pal ke liye uske mann mein khayal aaya ki agar woh purani Vaishali ko hamesha ke liye bhool jaye, toh kya yeh galat hoga?
Usne halki si kapkapahat ke sath aankhein kholi. "Aap fresh ho lijiye... main khana garam karti hoon."
Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas halki si chuski lekar dheere se kaha, "Raat ko woh green saree pehen kar mere samne aana. Main dekhna chahta hoon ki tu mere kamre mein kaisi lagti hai."
Vaishali ne chupchap haan mein sar hila diya. Naye kapde bed par bikhre the; Arjun deewar ke us paar ghutan mein duba baitha tha; Priya ki zehreeli muskaan corridor mein chhoot chuki thi. Aur Vaishali ab us jaal mein dheere-dheere khud ko somp rahi thi—yeh maante hue ki uska mann ab us jawan shauhar ke haq aur uski dekhbhal ki taraf jhukne laga tha.


Shaam theek paanch baje Dadar ki society ke ground-floor hall mein sabhi flat owners ki aam meeting bulayi gayi thi. Upar flat mein khadi Vaishali ne aaine ke samne gehri saans li. Usne wahi bottle-green silk saree pehni thi jo Vikram ne boutique se pasand karwayi thi. Blouse sleeveless tha, kandhon se bilkul khula aur gale ka gehra cut uske ubhre hue curve aur collarbone ke kaale mole ko saaf dikha raha tha. Reshmi kapda uski kamar aur hips ke gird bilkul chipak gaya tha.
Usne apne baalon ko modern dhang se khula chhodte hue aage ki taraf giraya, maang mein taaza laal sindoor bhara, aur gale mein Vikram ka bhaari gold mangalsutra saja liya. Aaine mein jo aurat dikh rahi thi, use dekhkar khud Vaishali ka dil kaanp gaya. Pichhle bees saalon se is society ne use sirf ek thaki hui, purani sooti saree mein, jhuki hui gardan ke sath sabzi laate ya kachra phenkte dekha tha. Aaj jo aurat khadi thi, woh ek ameer, aadhunik aur be-inteha aakarshak nayi dulhan lag rahi thi. Makeover ne uske wajood ko poori tarah badal diya tha, phir bhi uski chhaati ke andar ek thanda darr baitha tha—kya pados ki koi chachi ya uncle use pehchaan lenge? Kya koi keh dega, "Arre, yeh toh wahi Ramesh ki biwi Vaishali hai!"
Vikram room mein aaya, dark blue shirt aur trousers mein bilkul tayaar. Usne Vaishali ki nangi peeth par apna mazboot hath rakhte hue use kareeb kiya. "Kamaal lag rahi ho Meera. Aaj society ke har shakhs ko pata chalna chahiye ki Vikram Deshmukh ki biwi kaun hai. Chalo neeche."
Dono seedhiyan utarkar ground floor ke hall mein pahunche. Hall mein purani plastic ki safed kursiyan lagi thin, fan ki ghurghurahat thi, aur beech mein ek folding table par register aur paperwork rakha tha. Jaise hi Vikram ne Vaishali ka hath thame hall mein kadam rakha, wahan baithe buzurgon aur mahilaon ki baat-cheet achanak tham si gayi.
Vikram use aage ki row mein le gaya aur bade fakhr se sabke samne introduce karwaya: "Namaste sabhi ko. Yeh meri biwi hain—Meera Deshmukh. Hum pichhle mahine hi 302 number flat mein shift hue hain."
Ek middle-aged aunty ne aage badhkar muskurate hue dekha, "Arre waah Vikram ji, bahu toh behad sundar hai! Kitne dino se yahan hain aap log?"
"Bas ek mahine se," Vikram ne chauda hokar jawab diya. "Ghar ka thoda interior aur furniture set ho raha tha, isiliye sabke samne aane mein thoda waqt lag gaya."
Vaishali ne dabi hui sharm aur ghabrahat ke sath nazrein jhuka kar haath jode. Uski nazar darrte-darrte hall ke pichhle hisse mein gayi. Theek teesri row mein Ramesh baitha tha, purana dhabbedar kurta pehne, uske theek bagal mein Arjun baitha tha. Ramesh ne bas ek second ke liye upar dekha—uski bujhi hui aankhein Vaishali ke is naye, chamakdaar aur be-parda roop par thami, aur agle hi pal usne sharm aur bebasii se apna sar zameen ki taraf jhuka liya.




Arjun ne bhi nazar uthayi. Uski aankhein bottle-green silk saree, uske gehre blouse aur uski maa ke gale mein chamak rahe bhaari mangalsutra par padi. Arjun ke seene mein ek dard bhari chubhan uthi aur usne turant nazar pher li. Dono baap-bete mein se kisi ke munh se ek lafz tak nahi nikla. Makeover, naye kapdon aur high-society ke is libaas ne purani Vaishali ko aisa dafan kar diya tha ki koi teesra shakhs shaq bhi nahi kar sakta tha. Samaj ke liye woh ab sirf Meera Deshmukh thi.
Secretary uncle ne chai ka cup table par rakhte hue pucha, "Vikram beta, flat ka griha-pravesh kab kar rahe ho? Society mein ek chhoti si puja aur meetha toh banta hai."
Vikram ne bina hichkichaye Vaishali ke kandhe par hath rakhte hue kaha, "Bas jald hi uncle. Meri Maa gaon se aayi hui hain, unhi ke rehte pooja rakh lenge. Meera poora intezam dekh legi."
Vaishali ka gala bilkul sookh chuka tha. Usne chupchap sar hila diya. Uski purani zindagi, uski tees saal ki grihasti isi society ke inhi logon ke beech guzri thi. Yahi log use roz 'Ramesh ki bhabhi' ya 'Vaishali behen' kehte the. Aur aaj woh sab use ek ajnabi samajh kar uske naye shauhar ki daulat aur uske roop ki tareefein kar rahe the. Aur uska apna purana parivaar piche doosri row mein baitha uspar apna koi haq tak nahi jata sakta tha.
Meeting khatam hone ke baad chai aur biskoot bante gaye. Society ki ek purani padosan aunty chai ka cup lekar Vaishali ke kareeb aayi aur use sar se paon tak dekhte hue boli, "Aap sach mein behad sanskari aur shaant hain Meera ji. Vikram beta bohot kismat wala hai. Waise, pichhle saal tak isi floor par ek Vaishali rehti thi... Ramesh ji ki biwi. Woh bhi badi seedhi aur gharelu thi, par bechari hamesha thaki-thaki si rehti thi. Pata nahi aaj-kal kahan chali gayi hain, dikhti hi nahi."
Vaishali ke hath mein pakda steel ka cup kaanp gaya. Uske gale mein saans atak si gayi. Usne palkein jhukaye hue dabi aawaz mein bas itna kaha, "...Pata nahi aunty ji."
Vikram ne halke se haskar aunty ki baat kaat di, "Ab purani baaton ko chhodiye aunty. Ab yahan Meera hain, aur humara parivaar yahan hai."
Kisi ne koi doosra sawaal nahi pucha. Modern styling, khule baal, gehre blouse aur aadhunik libaas ne purani gareeb aurat ko poori tarah mita diya tha. Vaishali ne thandi pad chuki chai ka ek ghoont bhara aur socha ki samaj kitna andha hota hai—sirf kapde, thoda sa gehna aur ek mard ka roab badalte hi insaan ki poori pehchaan badal jaati hai. Vikram uske sath khada hokar logo se batiyaye ja raha tha, bekhabar is baat se ki uski yeh nayi 'Meera' isi society ke chulhe-chauke mein pichhle kitne saalon se pis rahi thi.
Meeting khatam hone par jab dono seedhiyon ki taraf badhe, toh Arjun peeche se tezi se chalte hue unke kareeb aaya. Usne dheemi, kaanpti hui aawaz mein pucha: "Maa... aap theek toh hain na?"
Vaishali ne mud kar uski taraf dekha tak nahi. Usne bilkul shaant, sapat aawaz mein kaha, "Haan. Tum upar jao apne flat mein."
Vikram ne achanak peeche ghoom kar dekha. "Arjun! Teri bhabhi thak gayi hain, unhe aaraam karne de. Tu aage ja."
Arjun ke kadam wahin seedhiyon ke pehle payedan par jam gaye. Uski nazron ke samne bottle-green silk saree sarakti hui upar chadh rahi thi. Uski apni maa kisi aur ki bahu aur biwi ban kar ja rahi thi, aur poori duniya ke samne unka rishta ab khatam ho chuka tha. Arjun be-awaaz seedhiyan chadh gaya.
Neeche hall ab poori tarah khali ho chuka tha. Ramesh abhi bhi us purani plastic ki kursi par akele baitha tha, haath mein thanda cup liye. Uski nazar khali darwaze par tiki thi, aur dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat goonj rahi thi—unki lachari ne Vaishali ko hamesha ke liye Meera Deshmukh bana diya tha, aur ab poore jahaan ne use usi roop mein apna liya tha.

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Vaishali ne shaam ko green saree utaar kar ek simple cotton wali pehni. Function ke baad uske pair dard kar rahe the, lekin usne kitchen mein der tak khadi reh kar khaana banaya. Daal mein zeera zyada daala, sabzi mein woh masala jo Vikram ko pasand tha, aur rotiyan naram. Woh jaanti thi yeh sab woh pehle nahi karti thi. Pehle sirf kaam tha. Ab uske haath dheere chal rahe the, aur uske dimaag mein ek baat ghoom rahi thi: aaj hall mein usne uska haath pakda tha, logon ke saamne, aur kaha tha “meri biwi.” Koi use Vaishali nahi pehchana. Makeover ne chhupa diya tha. Aur Vikram ne care ki thi, bina poochhe.

Jab woh aaya, toh usne table par khaana dekha aur muskuraya. “Aaj itna sab? Tu thak gayi hogi.”

“Nahi,” Vaishali ne kaha. “Aap ko pasand hai na.”

Vikram ne nivala uthaya. “Bahut achha. Tu roz aisa banati hai toh main mota ho jaunga.” Usne hasa, seedha, bina kisi ganda matlab ke. Vaishali ne neeche dekha. Uski purani zindagi mein koi aisa nahi kehta tha. Ramesh thak kar aata tha, khaata tha, aur so jaata tha. Yahan yeh aadmi uske haath ka khaana kha raha tha aur usse kehta tha achha hai.

Khaane ke baad Vikram ne bartan uthane ki koshish ki. Vaishali ne roka. “Aap baith jaaiye. Main kar lungi.”

“Tu thaki hai.” Usne uska haath pakda, dheere. “Main madad kar deta hoon.”

“Nahi.” Vaishali ki awaaz patli thi. “Aap aaraam kariye. Kal office hai.”

Vikram ne uske gaal par haath rakha. “Tu bahut sochti hai. Main tujhe dekh raha hoon. Aaj function mein tu sharma rahi thi, lekin achhi lag rahi thi. Logon ne kaha. Main khush hoon.”

Vaishali ka dil tez ho gaya. Woh jaanti thi yeh jhooth hai. Woh Vaishali hai, uski biwi nahi. Lekin uske haath mein mehngi saree thi, uske kaan mein uski care thi, aur uske pet mein woh khaana tha jo usne uske liye banaya tha. Ek halki si narmi uske andar aa gayi, jo usne pehle nahi mehsoos ki thi. “Aap bahut karte hain mere liye.”

“Tu meri biwi hai.” Vikram ne yeh aise kaha jaise koi seedhi baat ho. “Main tujhe khush rakhna chahta hoon.”

Raat ko bed par Vaishali leti thi, light band. Usne socha aaj woh phir se use kheenchega, green saree ki baat karega, aur tez hoga. Woh taiyaar thi. Uski saans tez thi. Lekin Vikram aaya, uske bagal mein leta, aur uske honthon par ek chhoti si kiss ki. Naram. Bina jeebh ke. “Soya ja. Main subah jaldi jaunga. Tu bhi thaki hui lag rahi hai. Aaj aaraam kar.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Andhera tha. Uski saans ruk gayi. “Aap… nahi?”

“Nahi.” Vikram ne uski kamar par haath rakha, dheere, bina neeche jaaye. “Aaj nahi. Tu so ja. Main yahan hoon.”

Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Uska jism confuse tha. Woh soch rahi thi ki aaj woh use kheenchega, uski chut mein ungli daalega, ya uske upar aayega. Lekin usne sirf kiss kiya aur kaha so ja. Uski care ne use aur uljha diya. Woh jaanti thi yeh sab jhooth hai, lekin uske haath uski kamar par the, garam, aur usne kaha tha tu thaki hai. Ek pal ke liye use laga ki agar woh bhool jaaye, toh yeh achha hai. Phir usne aankhen kholi. Agle darwaze se koi awaaz nahi aa rahi thi. Arjun so raha hoga. Ramesh so raha hoga. Aur yahan Vikram uske bagal mein tha, uski care ke saath, aur woh so nahi pa rahi thi, kyunki pehli baar use laga ki woh is aadmi ko thoda sa pasand karne lagi hai, bina chahe.

Vikram pichhle teen dino se kaafi vyast chal raha tha. Subah subah jaldi ghar se nikal jaata, shaam ko der se lauta, phone par lambi baatein karta, aur raat ko bed par lette hi seedha gehri neend mein so jaata tha. Usne in teen dino mein Vaishali ko chuwa tak nahi tha. Na koi kiss, na haath ka sparsh, aur na hi woh purani zardasti ya khinchne wala andaaz. Ek raat sote waqt usne bas itna kaha tha, “Kal subah office ki ek badi meeting hai, main late aaunga, tum so jaana.”

Vaishali ne khamoshi se apna sir hila diya tha. Uski saansein bilkul niyamit thin. Uske dimaag aur mann ne turant kaha—yeh toh achha hai. Ab woh tumhe pareshan nahi kar raha, tum sukoon se aaram kar sakti ho. Lekin uske jism ne us mann ki baat ko manne se saaf inkaar kar diya tha.

Pehle din Vaishali ko laga ki shayad usey din bhar ki thakaan hogi. Doosre din usne dekhi ki Vikram bina mange wohi khaas dawai le aaya, jiska zikr Vaishali ne ek din sar dard ke dauran kiya tha; itna hi nahi, fridge mein uske pasandida phal bhi laakar rakh diye the. Teesre din Vikram ne jaate waqt kaha, “Tumhara purana blouse ab thoda theek nahi lag raha, main kal ek naya design aur rang tumhare liye le aaunga, bas color bata dena.”

Woh uski har chhoti-chhoti zaroorat aur parwah ka poora dhyan rakh raha tha, bina kisi physical kareeb aaye hue. Uske mann ke hisaab se use is halat par khush hona chahiye tha, par sach toh yeh tha ki woh andar se bilkul khush nahi thi.

Raat ke waqt jab andhere kamre mein bed par leti thi, Vikram uske bagal mein ekdum seedhi saansein leta hua so raha hota tha. Vaishali ki aankhein khuli reh jaati thin. Uske jism ke andar ek ajeeb si halchal aur gili pan ki lahar uthti thi. Use pichhle dinon ke wo saare pal aur dhakke yaad aane lagte the—car ke andar, bed par, aur saas ke kamre ke theek bagal wali deewar ke paas ke wo garam lamhe. Kaise Vikram ka lund uske andar gehraai tak utar jaata tha aur uske munh se siskiyan nikal jaati thin. Par ab waisa kuch nahi ho raha tha.

Betaabi mein ek baar usne apna haath dheere se apni panty ke upar rakha. Wahan gehlapan saaf mehsoos hua, kapda pehle se hi geela tha. Usne ungliyan dheere se uske upar phirayi, clit ke gird ek halka sa ghera banaya, aur uski saans tez ho gayi. Ek chhoti si moan uske gale se nikal gayi, dabi hui, “Mmm—” Usne foran darr kar apna haath hata liya. Mann ne phir se samjhaya—yeh sab theek hai, woh tumhe nahi chhu raha, so jaao. Par jism chillane laga—nahi, tumhe yeh chahiye. Tum uske sparsh ke bina adhoori ho.

Usne karwat badal kar andhere mein Vikram ke chehre ki taraf dekha. Uska chehra bilkul shant aur dheela pada hua tha. Vaishali ne socha agar woh apna haath Vikram ke upar rakh degi, toh kya hoga? Par agle hi pal usne darr kar haath peeche kheench liya. Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki woh asal mein Vaishali hai, koi Meera nahi, aur yeh poora rishta ek jhooth ki dor par tika hai. Phir bhi, uske andar ki woh aag aur physical bhookh aisi thi jo pehle kabhi usne mehsus nahi ki thi. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, panty uske jism se chipki hui, aur har saans ke saath use yaad aa raha tha ki pehle woh kitni tez chodta tha, kitna gehra, aur ab kitna chup.

Subah jab Vikram ki aankh khuli, toh usne jaate waqt kaha, “Aaj mujhe lautne mein thoda aur waqt lagega, tum apna khana samay par bana lena, main baahar se kuch laa dunga.”

Vaishali ne cup aage badhate hue dabi aawaz mein kaha, “Aap sach mein bohot thak gaye hain, thoda aaram kar liya kijiye.”

Vikram ne uske maathe par apna garam haath rakha, ek pal ke liye thama, aur phir hata liya. “Fikar mat karo, main bilkul theek hoon. Tum apna dhyan rakho aur aaram karo.”

Jaise hi Vikram ghar se gaya, Vaishali kitchen ke counter par chupchap khadi reh gayi. Uske andar wahi purani tadap aur gehlapan bana hua tha. Uska mann baar-baar keh raha tha—ab woh door hai, yeh tumhare liye acha hai. Par uska jism keh raha tha—nahi, mujhe uske wahi tezi wale dhakke chahiye. Main chahti hoon ki woh aakar mujhe apni baahon mein kheenche aur main ek baar bhi inkaar na kar paaun.

Usne kas ke apni aankhein band kar leen. Pados ke flat se ya deewar ke us paar se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi; shayad Arjun aur Ramesh bhi apni apni neend mein honge. Aur yahan Vaishali akeli ek aisi ajeeb bhookh aur kashmakash mein fassi hui thi, jahan pehli baar uska jism uske apne hosh aur mann se aage nikal chuka tha, aur ab use rok pana uske bas mein nahi tha. Uski chut geeli thi, uske haath ab bhi uski yaad mein the, aur woh soch rahi thi ki agar aaj raat woh phir se haath rakhegi, toh shayad woh ruk nahi payegi.




Subah jab dhoop khidki ke pardo ko cheer kar kamre mein aayi, toh Vaishali ki neend khul gayi. Usne uthkar almari ka darwaza khola. Samne wahi bottle-green silk saree aur pichle dino aayi nayi dresses rakhi thin. Usne green saree ko chhod diya, aur uske badle wahi purani maroon rang ki cotton-silk saree nikaali—par is baar uske sath wahi naya blouse tha, jo Vikram ne boutique se dilwaya tha: sleeveless, aage aur peeche se behad gehra kata hua, jo uske seene ke ubhaar ko saaf taur par zaahir kar raha tha.

Usne chupchap use pehna, piche ke saare hooks band kiye, aur aaine ke samne khadi ho gayi. Usne ek baar nahi, balki do-do baar apne aap ko ghaur se dekha. Naye blouse ki fit aisi thi ki uske bhari boobs ka poora shape upar ki taraf uth gaya tha, beech ki gehari cleavage saaf dikh rahi thi, aur uske gale mein latakta hua Vikram ka diya hua bhaari sona mangalsutra uske bare seene par jhool raha tha. Uske mann mein ek pal ke liye khayal aaya—aaj na toh koi society ka function hai, na hi saas ghar par hain, aur na hi koi mehmaan aane wala hai. Phir maine kyun yeh gehra blouse chuna?

Uske mann ne use samjhaya—kisi aur ke kehne par nahi, balki tumne khud apni marzi se ise pehna hai. Aur uska jism khamoshi se yeh baat maan raha tha ki woh chahti hai ki Vikram ki nazrein ek baar phir uske is jism par thamein, uski cleavage par, uske boobs ke upar.

Dopahar ke qareeb jab Vikram achanak office se thoda early lauta, toh hall mein Vaishali ko us maroon saree aur gehre sleeveless blouse mein khade dekh kar uske kadam ek pal ke liye thithak gaye. Uski dark aur hungry nazrein foran Vaishali ke khule kandhon, ubhre hue boobs aur uski patli kamar par phirin. Cleavage mein se uske seene ka naram hissa dikh raha tha, mangalsutra us par baar-baar hil raha tha.

“Aaj yeh wali saree pehni hai?” Vikram ne apni cap ya chaabi table par rakhte hue pucha.

Vaishali ki palke jhuk gayi, usne apne pallu ko thoda theek karte hue kaha, “Haan… woh purani wali dhone ke liye daali thi, toh yeh theek lagi.”

Vikram ne haath-munh dhote hue dining table par baithte hue kaha, “Theek hi nahi, bohot alag lag rahi ho. Ek cup chai bana do, subah se dimaag kharab ho rakha hai.”

Vaishali ne foran rasoi mein jakar adrak wali garm chai taiyaar ki aur tray mein laakar di. Vikram ne cup uthate hue apni ek nazar uske gehre gale aur boobs ke ubhar par daali, aur muskurate hue bola, “Aaj sach mein kuch alag baat hai… thaki hui bhi nahi lag rahi ho.”

“Main bilkul theek hoon,” Vaishali ne apna pallu kaskar kandhe par daala. Uski ungliyan halke se kaanp rahi thin. Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki usne aaine mein khud ko dekh kar yeh kapda kyun chuna tha. Uski cleavage ab bhi dikh rahi thi, blouse ke neeche uske boobs saans ke saath dheere-dheere hil rahe the.

Shaam ke samne jab Arjun kisi kaam se landing par aaya, theek usi waqt Vikram ne cigarette ke liye darwaza khola. Arjun ki nazar achanak samne khadi Vaishali par padi—maroon saree aur uska woh gehra sleeveless blouse dekh kar Arjun ki saansein ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Uski nazrein seedhi Vaishali ke boobs aur cleavage par thami rahin, aur fir sharminda hokar usne foran apni aankhein neeche kar leen. “Bhabhi… aaj naya blouse?”

Vaishali ka chehra sharm aur ghutan se laal ho gaya. “Nahi… yeh pehle se hi tha.”

Vikram wahan khade hoke halke se has pada. “Arre, teri bhabhi aaj khud se itni taiyaar hokar ghoom rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi bola, yeh khud ki pasand hai.”

Arjun bina ek bhi lafz bole chupchap seedhiyon se neeche utar gaya. Vaishali ne foran darwaza band kar liya. Uske gaal garam ho chuke the. Usko andar hi andar yeh ehsaas ho raha tha ki Arjun ne saaf samajh liya hai ki yeh kapda Vikram ke kehne par nahi, balki usne khud apni marzi aur andar ki beqarari se pehna hai. Uski cleavage ab bhi uske seene par khuli hui thi, aur usne socha ki Arjun ne woh dekha hoga.

Raat ke waqt jab kamre mein andhera ho chuka tha aur Vikram bed par leta hua apne phone par kuch dekh raha tha, Vaishali uske bagal mein aakar let gayi—wahi maroon saree aur wahi gehra blouse abhi bhi uske jism se chipka hua tha. Uske andar wahi pichle teen dino ki roki hui aag aur bhookh mach rahi thi. Use umeed thi ki aaj jab Vikram uske is roop ko dekhega, toh khud ko rok nahi payega aur use apni baahon mein kheench kar wahi purane zor-zor ke dhakke dega, kyunki pichle do dino se uski panty geeli thi aur uska jism tadap raha tha. Uske boobs blouse ke andar garam the, cleavage se pasina halka sa beh raha tha.

Lekin Vikram ne achanak apna phone side mein rakha, apna haath Vaishali ke maathe par naramai se fera, aur bola, “Aaj main sach mein bohot thak gaya hoon, subah office ki ek important meeting hai. Tum bhi chupchap so jaao.”

Vaishali ki aankhein andhere mein khuli ki khuli reh gayin. Uski saansein tez ho gayi thin. Uska jism poori tarah garam ho raha tha, blouse ke kapde ke neeche uske boobs kaafi tezi se saansein le rahe the. Woh chahti thi ki agar woh khud apna haath Vikram ke jism par rakh degi, toh shayad woh jaag jayega. Par usne apna haath apne hi seene par se hata kar neeche rakh liya.

“Ji… aap so jaiye, main light band kar deti hoon,” usne dabi aawaz mein kaha.

Vikram ne apni aankhein moond leen. Vaishali ne uthkar wall switch se light band ki aur wapas aakar let gayi. Andhere mein usne apna kaanpta hua haath apne gehre blouse ke upar rakha, jahan uske dil ki dhadkan tezi se gaddar macha rahi thi, aur uske boobs uske haath ke neeche garam the. Usne ek pal ke liye apne jism ko khud mehsoos kiya, cleavage ko chhua, aur fir darr kar haath hata liya.

Neeche Arjun so raha hoga, wahi doosri taraf Ramesh bhi apni neend mein hoga. Aur yahan yeh aurat—jo pichle bees saal se ek daboo aur gumnam zindagi jee rahi thi—aaj pehli baar apni marzi se, aaine mein do baar khud ko dekh kar ek uttejak libaas pehn kar leti thi, is intezaar mein ki uska naya mard aayega aur use noch lega. Par intezaar adhura reh gaya tha, aur uska jism ek aisi anjaani aag mein jal raha tha jise bujhane wala aaj wahan maujood nahi tha. Uski panty geeli thi, uske boobs sooje hue the, aur woh andhere mein leti rahi, saans tez, sochti hui ki kal shayad woh phir se haath rakhegi, aur is baar ruk nahi payegi.




Subah jab dhoop khidki ke pardo ko cheer kar kamre mein aayi, toh Vaishali ki neend khul gayi. Usne uthkar almari ka darwaza khola. Samne wahi bottle-green silk saree aur pichle dino aayi nayi dresses rakhi thin. Usne green saree ko chhod diya, aur uske badle wahi purani maroon rang ki cotton-silk saree nikaali—par is baar uske sath wahi naya blouse tha, jo Vikram ne boutique se dilwaya tha: sleeveless, aage aur peeche se behad gehra kata hua, jo uske seene ke ubhaar ko saaf taur par zaahir kar raha tha.

Usne chupchap use pehna, piche ke saare hooks band kiye, aur aaine ke samne khadi ho gayi. Usne ek baar nahi, balki do-do baar apne aap ko ghaur se dekha. Naye blouse ki fit aisi thi ki uske bhari boobs ka poora shape upar ki taraf uth gaya tha, beech ki gehari cleavage saaf dikh rahi thi, aur uske gale mein latakta hua Vikram ka diya hua bhaari sona mangalsutra uske bare seene par jhool raha tha. Uske mann mein ek pal ke liye khayal aaya—aaj na toh koi society ka function hai, na hi saas ghar par hain, aur na hi koi mehmaan aane wala hai. Phir maine kyun yeh gehra blouse chuna?

Uske mann ne use samjhaya—kisi aur ke kehne par nahi, balki tumne khud apni marzi se ise pehna hai. Aur uska jism khamoshi se yeh baat maan raha tha ki woh chahti hai ki Vikram ki nazrein ek baar phir uske is jism par thamein, uski cleavage par, uske boobs ke upar.

Dopahar ke qareeb jab Vikram achanak office se thoda early lauta, toh hall mein Vaishali ko us maroon saree aur gehre sleeveless blouse mein khade dekh kar uske kadam ek pal ke liye thithak gaye. Uski dark aur hungry nazrein foran Vaishali ke khule kandhon, ubhre hue boobs aur uski patli kamar par phirin. Cleavage mein se uske seene ka naram hissa dikh raha tha, mangalsutra us par baar-baar hil raha tha.

“Aaj yeh wali saree pehni hai?” Vikram ne apni cap ya chaabi table par rakhte hue pucha.

Vaishali ki palke jhuk gayi, usne apne pallu ko thoda theek karte hue kaha, “Haan… woh purani wali dhone ke liye daali thi, toh yeh theek lagi.”

Vikram ne haath-munh dhote hue dining table par baithte hue kaha, “Theek hi nahi, bohot alag lag rahi ho. Ek cup chai bana do, subah se dimaag kharab ho rakha hai.”

Vaishali ne foran rasoi mein jakar adrak wali garm chai taiyaar ki aur tray mein laakar di. Vikram ne cup uthate hue apni ek nazar uske gehre gale aur boobs ke ubhar par daali, aur muskurate hue bola, “Aaj sach mein kuch alag baat hai… thaki hui bhi nahi lag rahi ho.”

“Main bilkul theek hoon,” Vaishali ne apna pallu kaskar kandhe par daala. Uski ungliyan halke se kaanp rahi thin. Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki usne aaine mein khud ko dekh kar yeh kapda kyun chuna tha. Uski cleavage ab bhi dikh rahi thi, blouse ke neeche uske boobs saans ke saath dheere-dheere hil rahe the.

Shaam ke samne jab Arjun kisi kaam se landing par aaya, theek usi waqt Vikram ne cigarette ke liye darwaza khola. Arjun ki nazar achanak samne khadi Vaishali par padi—maroon saree aur uska woh gehra sleeveless blouse dekh kar Arjun ki saansein ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Uski nazrein seedhi Vaishali ke boobs aur cleavage par thami rahin, aur fir sharminda hokar usne foran apni aankhein neeche kar leen. “Bhabhi… aaj naya blouse?”

Vaishali ka chehra sharm aur ghutan se laal ho gaya. “Nahi… yeh pehle se hi tha.”

Vikram wahan khade hoke halke se has pada. “Arre, teri bhabhi aaj khud se itni taiyaar hokar ghoom rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi bola, yeh khud ki pasand hai.”

Arjun bina ek bhi lafz bole chupchap seedhiyon se neeche utar gaya. Vaishali ne foran darwaza band kar liya. Uske gaal garam ho chuke the. Usko andar hi andar yeh ehsaas ho raha tha ki Arjun ne saaf samajh liya hai ki yeh kapda Vikram ke kehne par nahi, balki usne khud apni marzi aur andar ki beqarari se pehna hai. Uski cleavage ab bhi uske seene par khuli hui thi, aur usne socha ki Arjun ne woh dekha hoga.

Raat ke waqt jab kamre mein andhera ho chuka tha aur Vikram bed par leta hua apne phone par kuch dekh raha tha, Vaishali uske bagal mein aakar let gayi—wahi maroon saree aur wahi gehra blouse abhi bhi uske jism se chipka hua tha. Uske andar wahi pichle teen dino ki roki hui aag aur bhookh mach rahi thi. Use umeed thi ki aaj jab Vikram uske is roop ko dekhega, toh khud ko rok nahi payega aur use apni baahon mein kheench kar wahi purane zor-zor ke dhakke dega, kyunki pichle do dino se uski panty geeli thi aur uska jism tadap raha tha. Uske boobs blouse ke andar garam the, cleavage se pasina halka sa beh raha tha.

Lekin Vikram ne achanak apna phone side mein rakha, apna haath Vaishali ke maathe par naramai se fera, aur bola, “Aaj main sach mein bohot thak gaya hoon, subah office ki ek important meeting hai. Tum bhi chupchap so jaao.”

Vaishali ki aankhein andhere mein khuli ki khuli reh gayin. Uski saansein tez ho gayi thin. Uska jism poori tarah garam ho raha tha, blouse ke kapde ke neeche uske boobs kaafi tezi se saansein le rahe the. Woh chahti thi ki agar woh khud apna haath Vikram ke jism par rakh degi, toh shayad woh jaag jayega. Par usne apna haath apne hi seene par se hata kar neeche rakh liya.

“Ji… aap so jaiye, main light band kar deti hoon,” usne dabi aawaz mein kaha.

Vikram ne apni aankhein moond leen. Vaishali ne uthkar wall switch se light band ki aur wapas aakar let gayi. Andhere mein usne apna kaanpta hua haath apne gehre blouse ke upar rakha, jahan uske dil ki dhadkan tezi se gaddar macha rahi thi, aur uske boobs uske haath ke neeche garam the. Usne ek pal ke liye apne jism ko khud mehsoos kiya, cleavage ko chhua, aur fir darr kar haath hata liya.

Neeche Arjun so raha hoga, wahi doosri taraf Ramesh bhi apni neend mein hoga. Aur yahan yeh aurat—jo pichle bees saal se ek daboo aur gumnam zindagi jee rahi thi—aaj pehli baar apni marzi se, aaine mein do baar khud ko dekh kar ek uttejak libaas pehn kar leti thi, is intezaar mein ki uska naya mard aayega aur use noch lega. Par intezaar adhura reh gaya tha, aur uska jism ek aisi anjaani aag mein jal raha tha jise bujhane wala aaj wahan maujood nahi tha. Uski panty geeli thi, uske boobs sooje hue the, aur woh andhere mein leti rahi, saans tez, sochti hui ki kal shayad woh phir se haath rakhegi, aur is baar ruk nahi payegi.




Raat ke barah baj chuke the. Kamra andhera tha, sirf khidki se thodi si roshni aa rahi thi. Vikram soya hua tha, peeth seedhi, seena khula, saans dheemi aur lambi. Vaishali uske bagal mein leti thi, maroon saree ab bhi uske jism par, blouse gehra, cleavage ab bhi khuli. Uski aankhen khuli thin. Neend nahi aa rahi thi.

Usne dheere se sir ghumaya aur use dekha. Uska seena uth-baith raha tha, baal uske maathe par the, munh thoda khula. Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski chut ke andar ek halki si jhanjhanahut shuru ho gayi, jaise koi cheez dheere se jaag rahi ho. Pichle teen dino se woh soch rahi thi ki yeh theek hai, woh nahi chhu raha, aaraam hai. Lekin ab uska jism kuch aur keh raha tha. Uski panty pehle se geeli thi, aur ab woh aur geeli ho rahi thi, sirf use dekh kar.

Usne socha, main kya kar rahi hoon. Ramesh neeche so raha hoga. Arjun so raha hoga. Woh meri asli zindagi hain. Main Vaishali hoon, Meera nahi. Agar main ab haath badhaun, toh kal subah kya hoga. Ramesh ka chehra aaya uske saamne, thaka hua, chup. Arjun ka thappad wala gaal. Usne aankhen band ki, phir kholi. Uski chut ne phir se jhanjhana diya, is baar tez. Woh chahti thi aaj. Woh chahti thi ki Vikram uske andar aaye, jaise pehle aata tha, gehra, garam, bina ruke.

Usne dheere se apna jism uski taraf sarkaya. Kapda bed par sarak gaya. Uska haath uthaya, kaanpta hua, aur uske seene par rakh diya. Garam tha. Baal naram. Uski ungliyan dheere se uske seene par phiri, nipple ke paas, phir neeche. Har sparsh par uski chut ke andar ek nayi lehar uthi. Usne socha, yeh galat hai. Yeh meri marzi se hai. Main khud kar rahi hoon. Ramesh agar jaan jaaye toh kya sochega. Lekin usne haath nahi hataya. Uski saans ab uske seene par gir rahi thi, dheemi, garam.

Vikram ki aankh khuli. Usne pehle uska haath mehsoos kiya, phir uski saans. Usne sir ghumaya. Vaishali ka chehra uske bilkul paas tha. Usne use dekha. Uski aankhen andhere mein chamak rahi thin, honth thode khule, saans tez. Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne sirf dekha.

Vaishali ne socha, ab ruk jao. Abhi bhi waqt hai. Lekin usne nahi ruka. Usne apna chehra aur paas kiya, aur uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye. Kiss naram tha, pehle. Phir usne dheere se dabaaya. Uski jeebh uske honthon ko chhui. Vikram ne ek pal ruka, phir kiss wapas kiya, dheere, bina jaldi ke. Usne uska chehra apne haath mein liya, angutha uske gaal par, aur kiss toda.

“Tumhe karna hai?” usne pucha, awaaz dheemi, aankhon mein dekhte hue.

Vaishali ka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Usne socha, haan. Main chahti hoon. Aaj. Usne darr se aankhen neeche ki, phir uthayi. Uski saans uske munh par gir rahi thi. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. Haan. Ek chhoti si nod. Uski chut ab aur geeli thi, jaanghein ek dusri se ragad rahi thin, blouse ke neeche uske boobs garam the.

Vikram ne use ek pal dekha. Phir usne kaha, “Aajao.”

Usne apna pajama neeche kiya. Lund bahar aaya, sakht, mota, uski taraf uthа hua. Vaishali ne use dekha. Uski saans atak gayi. Usne socha, ab yeh hoga. Main khud aayi hoon. Usne apni saree ka pallu side kiya, blouse ab bhi pehna hua tha, cleavage khuli. Uska jism kaanp raha tha, lekin woh peeche nahi hati. Vikram uske saamne leta tha, lund sakht, aur woh uske upar aane wali thi, pehli baar khud, bina uske kheenche. Uski chut geeli thi, uske honth ab bhi uske swad se bharе the, aur usne socha ki aaj raat woh rukegi nahi, chahe neeche Ramesh so raha ho, chahe subah kya ho.





Vikram ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur kaha, “Tumhe karna hai toh tum lo. Main nahi kheenchunga.”

Vaishali sharma gayi. Uska chehra garam ho gaya. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. “Theek hai.” Uski awaaz patli thi. Woh uske paas sarak gayi, maroon saree uske jism se chipki hui, blouse ab bhi pehna, cleavage khuli. Uski chut ke andar se paani beh raha tha, panty pehle se geeli, ab aur. Usne apna haath badhaya aur uske lund ko chhua. Sakht tha, garam, naso se bhara hua. Usne use dheere se pakda. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin.

Pehli baar usne khud socha ki woh use chusna chahti hai. Pehle hamesha usne kaha tha, usne dhakela tha. Aaj uska mann khud bol raha tha. Usne apne baal bandhe, dheere se, taaki chehra saaf rahe. Phir jhuk gayi. Uska munh uske lund ke paas tha. Usne pehle ek naram kiss ki, supade par. Phir ek aur, neeche ki taraf. Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Ek halki si moan uske gale se nikal gayi, “Mmm…”

Vaishali ne woh awaaz suni aur uske andar ek nayi garmi aa gayi. Usne socha, yeh awaaz main nikaal rahi hoon. Usne jeebh se use chaata, upar se neeche, dheere. Phir honth khole aur use munh mein liya. Pehle supada, phir aur andar. Lund garam tha, mota, uske jeebh par bhara hua. Usne dheere-dheere chusna shuru kiya. Uski jeebh neeche se upar aati, nas ko chaat-ti, phir honth kas ke chhodte. Ek geeli awaaz nikal gayi, uske munh se, chhoti si.

Vikram ne uske sir par haath rakha, pehle dheere. “Haan… aise.” Uski awaaz garam thi. Vaishali ne aur gehra liya. Lund uske munh ke andar chala gaya, jeebh ke upar se. Usne naak se saans li, tez, aur chusna jaari rakha. Dheere, phir thoda tez. Har baar jab woh bahar aata, uski laar us par lag jaati, chamakti. Usne socha, main yeh kar rahi hoon. Khud. Ramesh ne kabhi nahi kaha tha aise. Lekin ab woh rukna nahi chahti thi.

Vikram ki saans aur tez ho gayi. Usne uske baal pakde, dheere se, aur uske sir ko thoda aage kiya. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki aur use aur andar liya. Lund uske gale ke paas tak chala gaya. Ek chhoti si choke hui, uske gale se, phir usne naak se saans li aur chusti rahi. Gulp ki awaaz aayi, dheemi, uske munh se. Vikram ne moan ki, “Ahh… Meera…” Usne uska sir aur thoda dabaaya. Lund ab uske gale ko chhu raha tha, har baar jab woh aage jaati.

Vaishali ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya, lekin usne nahi roka. Woh chahti thi ki woh aa jaaye. Uske munh mein. Usne tez kiya. Honth kas ke, jeebh tez, sir aage-peeche. Geeli awaaz ab saaf thi, uske munh ki, uski laar ki. Vikram ke haath uske sir par the, dhakel rahe the, lekin sakht nahi. Woh use dekh raha tha, aankhen aadhi band. Vaishali ne socha, yeh meri awaaz hai jo use garam kar rahi hai. Uski chut aur geeli ho rahi thi, jaanghein kaanp rahi thin, lekin usne haath nahi hataya. Woh sirf chusti rahi.

Vikram garam ho gaya. Uske dhakke tez ho gaye, uske sir ke through. Lund uske gale ke andar jaata, bahar aata, gulp gulp ki awaaz ke saath. Vaishali ne choke ki, ek baar, do baar, lekin chusti rahi. Usne uski jaangh pakdi, use aur paas kheench liya. Vikram ne kaha, dheere, “Main aa raha hoon… nikaal mat.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya, munh ab bhi us par. Usne aakhri baar gehra liya, lund uske gale tak, aur ruk gayi. Vikram ka jism sakht hua. Garam, gaadha virya uske munh mein chhoota, jeebh par, gale ke paas. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki aur nigla. Poora. Kuch uske honth se bahar nikla, uski thodi par, lekin usne baaki sab andar le liya. Vikram ne dheere se lund bahar nikala. Woh ab bhi thoda sakht tha, uske virya aur uski laar se geela.

Vaishali ne upar dekha. Uski saans tez thi, munh geela, lekin uske chehre par ek halki si muskaan thi. Usne socha, maine kiya. Khud. Aur woh khush thi. Vikram ne uske baal chhode, uske gaal par haath rakha, aur kaha, “Achha kiya.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, uske boobs garam, aur woh uske bagal mein let gayi, munh ab bhi uske swad se bhara hua, sochti hui ki aaj raat woh khud aayi thi, aur usne use apne munh mein liya tha, bina kisi dhakke ke.





Vaishali ne apni saree ka pallu side kiya. Blouse ab bhi uske jism par tha, hooks band, lekin usne neeche se panty utaar di, dheere se, aur use bed ke kinare rakh diya. Uski chut geeli thi, ras uski jaanghon par lag chuka tha. Vikram leta hua use dekh raha tha. Uska lund phir se sakht ho chuka tha, upar uthа hua, uske virya aur uski laar se ab bhi geela. Vaishali ne use dekha, phir apni jaanghein uske dono taraf rakhi, aur dheere se uske upar aayi.

Usne lund ko apne haath se pakda, uski chut par set kiya. Geeli thi, garam. Usne dheere se neeche baithi. Supada andar gaya, phir aur. Lund uske andar chalta gaya, dheere, uski deewar ko chhuta hua. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi gasp uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—” Uski peeth seedhi ho gayi. Poora lund uske andar chala gaya, gehra, uske pet tak mehsoos hota hua. Woh ruk gayi, upar baithi, saans tez, boobs blouse ke andar uth-baith rahe the.

“Kitna bada hai,” usne dheere se kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui. “Andar… poora.”

Vikram ne uski kamar par haath rakhe, dheere. “Haan. Le lo. Dheere.”

Vaishali ne dheere se upar uthna shuru kiya. Lund bahar aaya, tip tak, phir woh neeche baithi. Ek geeli awaaz nikal gayi, phach, uske jism se. Usne phir kiya. Dheere. Upar, neeche. Har baar jab lund andar jaata, uski chut use kas ke pakadti, phir chhodti. Uski saans tooti hui thi. “Ahh… mmm… ahh…” Moan dheemi thi, lekin saaf. Woh apni jaanghon se use pakad rahi thi, dheere-dheere hil rahi thi, jaise seekh rahi ho.

Vikram use dekh raha tha. Uski aankhen uske chehre par thin, phir uske boobs par, blouse ke neeche se hilte hue. “Achha lag raha hai,” usne kaha. “Tu upar. Main dekh raha hoon.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Uska chehra garam tha. Usne dheere se speed badhayi. Ab woh thoda tez upar jaati, thoda tez neeche. Lund uske andar gehra jaata, har baar uski aakhri deewar ko chhuta. Geeli awaaz ab tez thi, phach phach, uske jism ki, bed ki. Usne apne haath upar kiye, baal mein daale, aur aur hilne lagi. Uska jism upar-neeche ho raha tha, boobs hil rahe the, mangalsutra uske seene par baar-baar hit kar raha tha.

“Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh…” Ab moan tez thi. Woh enjoy kar rahi thi. Lund uske andar bhara hua tha, mota, garam, aur woh use apne andar le rahi thi, khud. Uski chut geeli thi, ras uske lund par lag raha tha, uski jaanghon par. Usne socha, yeh main kar rahi hoon. Main upar hoon. Main use le rahi hoon.

Vikram ne neeche se dhakke shuru kiye, dheere. Uska lund upar aata, uske andar. Vaishali ki moan aur tez ho gayi. “Ahhh— aap— neeche se—” Usne uske boobs pakde, blouse ke upar se, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya. Vaishali ki peeth ubhar gayi. “Ahhh— haan—” Woh aur tez hui. Ab woh cowboy ki tarah baith rahi thi, jaanghein kas, kamar hilti, lund poora andar-bahar. Har dhakka uske pet tak ja raha tha. Bed dheemi dheemi hil raha tha.

Vikram ne uske boobs aur kas ke pakde. “Haan. Aise. Tez.” Uski awaaz garam thi. Vaishali ne baal chhode, haath uske seene par rakhe, aur tez hilne lagi. Upar, neeche. Uski moan ab ruk nahi rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… bahut… andar… ahhh…” Uski aankhen band thin, munh khula, saans tez. Lund uske andar jaata, geela, garam, aur woh use poora le rahi thi, har baar, bina ruke.

Woh aise hi chalti rahi. Ek minute. Do. Uski jaanghein kaanp rahi thin. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, ras beh raha tha. Vikram neeche se tez dhakke maar raha tha, uske boobs pakde hue. Vaishali ki moan ab lambi thi, kaanpti hui, pleasure ki. “Ahhh— main— ahhh—” Usne socha, main rukna nahi chahti. Aaj nahi. Woh upar thi, use le rahi thi, aur uska jism uske saath de raha tha, poora, garam, geela. Vikram use dekh raha tha, aankhen uske chehre par, uske hilte hue jism par, aur woh tez hota gaya, dono ek saath, bed par, andhere mein, sirf unki saans aur unki awaaz ke saath.





Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur uth baitha. Uska lund ab bhi sakht tha, uske andar. Usne Vaishali ko seedha neeche dhakela, peeth bed par, aur uske upar aa gaya. Uske haath uski kalaiyon par the, uske sir ke upar, use pin kiya hua. “Aaj tum bahut mood mein ho,” usne kaha, aankhon mein dekhte hue. “Khud upar aayi. Khud liya.”

Vaishali sharma gayi. Uska chehra garam tha, saans tez. “Aapne… aapne mujhe aisa banaya,” usne dheere se kaha. “Pehle main aise nahi thi.”

Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya. Kiss gehra tha. Uski jeebh uski jeebh se mili, dheere, phir tez. Vaishali ne kiss wapas kiya, uske honth chuse, uski jeebh ko apne munh mein liya. Usne uski kalaiyan chhod di, uski peeth par haath rakhe, aur use aur paas khinch liya. “Please,” usne kiss ke beech kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui. “Mujhe chhodo. Jor se. Mujhe chahiye.”

Vikram garam ho gaya. Usne uski jaanghein kholi, apna lund uski geeli chut par set kiya, aur ek gehra dhakka maara. Poora andar. Vaishali ki peeth bed se ubhar gayi. Ek tez moan nikal gayi, “Ahhh—” Lund uske pet tak chala gaya. Usne phir bahar nikala, phir andar. Tez. Heavy. Har dhakka uske andar gehra ja raha tha.

Bed hilne laga. Thap. Thap. Thap. Geeli awaaz uske jism se nikal rahi thi, phachak, har baar jab lund andar jaata. Vaishali ki moan ab ruk nahi rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… uhhh…” Uski taangein uski kamar ke gird kas gayi. Usne uski peeth pakdi, ungliyan uske kurte mein ghus gayi, aur use aur gehra kheench liya. “Aur… ahhh… jor se…”

Vikram ne uske boobs pakde, blouse ke upar se, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya, aur tez dhakke jaari rakhe. Lund bahar aata, tip tak, phir poora andar dhas jaata. Vaishali ne uske gale par kiss kiya, uske honthon ko kaata, dheere, phir tez. “Ahhh— aap— andar—” Usne uska sir pakda, use apne seene par dabaaya, aur moan karti rahi. Bed ki awaaz ab tez thi, unke jism ki geeli awaaz ke saath.

Vikram ne uski jaangh uthayi, ek taang apne kandhe par rakhi, aur aur gehra kiya. Lund uske andar aur aage chala gaya. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. “Ahhh— bahut gehra— ahhh—” Usne uske honthon ko phir se kaata, uski jeebh chusi, aur uski peeth par naakhoon daale. Vikram tez hota gaya. Heavy thrust. Bed poora hil raha tha. Vaishali ki moan ab lambi thi, kaanpti hui, pleasure ki. “Ahhh… ohhh… uhhh… main— ahhh…”

Woh aise hi chalta raha. Ek minute. Do. Vikram ne uske dono haath pakde, use bed par dabaya, aur aakhri tez dhakke maare. Lund poora andar, uski chut use kas ke pakad rahi thi. “Main aa raha hoon,” usne kaha, saans tez.

“Andar,” Vaishali ne kaha, uske honthon par. “Andar hi.”

Vikram ne aakhri gehra dhakka maara aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht hua. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, gehra, lambi dhaar mein. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi moan uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—”, aur uski taangein uski hips par aur kas gayi, use andar hi rokne ke liye. Uski chut uske virya se bhari hui thi, garam, geeli.

Vikram uske upar leta raha, saans tez, lund ab bhi uske andar. Usne uske maathe par kiss kiya, phir gale par. Vaishali ne use apni taraf khinchha. Uska sir uske boobs par aa gaya, blouse ab bhi pehna hua, lekin geela. Usne uske baal mein haath daala, use apne seene se laga liya, aur aankhen band kar li. “Soya ja,” usne dheere se kaha. Uski saans ab dheemi ho rahi thi. Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne uske seene par apna chehra rakha, aur dheere-dheere uski saans seedhi ho gayi.

Vaishali leti rahi, uska sir apne boobs par, uska virya ab bhi uske andar. Uski aankhen band thin. Neeche se koi awaaz nahi aa rahi thi. Arjun so raha hoga. Ramesh so raha hoga. Aur yahan woh use pakde hui thi, uska sir apne seene par, aur dheere-dheere so gayi, uski garam saans uske boobs par mehsoos karti hui.






Vaishali ki aankh khuli toh kamre mein abhi bhi thanda andhera chhaya hua tha. Pardo ke kone se aati hui subah ki pehli dabi-dabi safed roshni aaine aur almari par pad rahi thi.

Vikram uske barabar mein soya hua tha, beparwah aur gehri neend mein. Uska sar ab bhi Vaishali ke seene ke paas tika tha, uske boobs ke beech, aur uska ek bhari, garam haath uski nangi kamar par thehra hua tha. Har saans ke sath Vikram ka seena Vaishali ke badan ko chhoota, uske boobs ko halka sa dabaata, aur har chhuwan uske dil mein ek chubhan si paida kar deti.

Vaishali ne pehle us sparsh ko mehsoos kiya, phir khud apne pure jism ki halat ko. Saree bedsheet par bikhri hui aur uljhi padi thi, blouse ka kapda paseene se thanda ho chuka tha, cleavage ab bhi khuli hui thi, aur dono jaanghon ke beech ab bhi beeti raat ka nishaan tha—uski chut se behata hua uska virya, chipka hua, thanda aur us raat ka saboot deta hua. Uski panty kahin nahi thi. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, thodi soojhi hui, aur uske boobs blouse ke andar garam the, jaise ab bhi uski saans un par gir rahi ho.

Usne darr kar apni aankhein band kar leen. Andhere mein bite hue kal ke saare lamhe ek-ek karke uske dimaag mein aane lage.

Kal raat kisi ne uspar zabardasti nahi ki thi.

Kal raat pehli baar usne khud aage badhkar apna haath uthaya tha. Khud uske honthon par jhuki thi, khud uski baahon mein simti thi, khud uske lund par baithi thi, aur uski chhuwan ke aage poori tarah bikharkar usne khud kaha tha ki mat ruko. Uski chut ne use andar liya tha, poora, aur woh upar se hil rahi thi, uske boobs hil rahe the, cleavage uske seene par chamak rahi thi.

Yeh baat yaad aate hi Vaishali ke seene mein ek dard bhara toofan uth gaya. Dil tez-tez dhadak raha tha, lekin is baar usme koi uttejna nahi thi—sirf ek be-inteha sharm, bhari guilt aur aisi ghutan thi jo gale ko daba rahi thi. Uski chut ne phir se halki si jhanjhanahut di, jaise yaad kar rahi ho, lekin usne use daba diya.

Main kya kar baithi? usne andar hi andar socha, honth kaante hue.

Neeche usi chat ke neeche Ramesh soya hoga... Arjun soya hoga. Woh meri sachai the, meri 20 saal ki zindagi the. Main Vaishali hoon—ek maa, ek parivaar ki izzat. Main Meera nahi hoon... toh phir kal raat maine khud use kyun bulaya? Kyun apni chut uske lund par baithayi? Kyun apne boobs uske munh ke paas laayi?

Usne behad aahista se, bina koi aawaz kiye Vikram ka haath apni kamar se hataya. Bistar se pair neeche utare toh zameen ki thandak ne uske shareer ko kaanpne par majboor kar diya. Jism mein ek meethi thakan thi, uski chut ab bhi geeli, uske boobs thode sooje, par aatma par ek sannaata chhaya tha.

Woh dabe paon bathroom mein gayi, darwaza band kiya aur bina aawaz ke paani ka nal khola. Thande paani se usne apne badan ko dhoya, jahan-jahan Vikram ki garmahat bachi thi, wahan-wahan usne paani dala jaise kisi daag ko mita rahi ho. Usne apni chut dhoi, uske virya ko pani se baha diya, apne boobs ko paani se chhua, jaise unhe saaf kar rahi ho.

Phir usne aaine ki taraf dekha.

Aaine mein dikhne wali aurat ki aankhein bhari hui thin, palkon ke kinare geele the, honth thode laal aur sooje hue the, gale par Vikram ke daanton ka halka sa laal nishaan saaf ubhar raha tha, aur uske boobs ab bhi thode ubhare hue the, cleavage ab bhi gehra.

Usne kaanpte haathon se us nishaan ko chhua. Uski aankhon se ek aansu gir kar gaal par beh gaya.

Yeh kisi aur ne nahi kiya... yeh maine khud maanga tha. Kal raat mera jism be-sharm tha, meri chut uske lund ke liye khuli thi, mere boobs uske haathon mein the, aur aaj subah wahi jism sharm se zameen mein dhas raha hai.

Bathroom se nikal kar usne bina koi jhadak kiye ek simple cream rang ki sooti saree nikaali, aam sa blouse pehna, aur pallu ko gale aur seene ke chaaron taraf ache se lapet liya taaki koi nishaan na dikhe, taaki cleavage chhup jaaye. Mangalsutra abhi bhi uske gale mein ek bhari zanjeer ki tarah pada tha.

Kitchen mein jakar usne chai ka bartan gas par chadhaya. Dhyan itna bikhra hua tha ki har ek bartan haath se chhootne ko hota, par woh dabi aawaz mein kaam karti rahi. Uske kaanon mein wahi sawal goonj rahe the:

Agar Ramesh ko zara sa bhi andaza ho gaya toh kya sochega? Agar Arjun ko pata chala ki jis maa ko bachaane ke liye woh ro raha tha, wahi maa ab is kamre mein doosre mard ke upar baith kar sisak rahi thi, apni chut uske lund se bharwa rahi thi... toh woh mere muh par thook nahi dega?

Woh toh is ghar mein sirf parivaar ko bachaane aayi thi, aur ab woh khud is daldal ko gale laga chuki thi. Uski chut ab bhi uski yaad mein geeli ho rahi thi, uske boobs ab bhi garam the.

Tabhi peeche se kadmon ki aahat aayi. Vikram aankhein malta hua kitchen ke darwaze par khada tha. “Subah se hi uth gayi?” usne aam gharelu lahze mein pucha.

Vaishali ne palat kar bhi uski aankhon mein nahi dekha, nazar zameen par rakhte hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Haan… aapko time par office nikalna hai na, isliye.”

“Chai ban gayi?” Vikram ne aage badhkar counter ka sahara liya aur gehri nazar uske jhuke hue sar par daali. “Kal raat… theek thi na?”

Yeh sunte hi Vaishali ke kaan aur gaal aag ki tarah garam ho gaye. Uske gale mein lafz atak gaye. Usne bas ek baar dheere se sar hila diya, “Haan…”

Uske aage ek lafz nahi nikla. Uske andar ek taraf apradhbodh ka pahaad tha, aur doosri taraf ek aisi be-ikhtiyaar sachai jise woh qubool karne se darr rahi thi—kal raat uska jism sach mein zinda tha, uski chut ne sach mein use andar liya tha, uske boobs uske munh ke paas the, usne sach mein woh garmahat mehsoos ki thi. Aaj subah uska mann ro raha tha, par uska jism ab bhi us ehsaas ko yaad rakh raha tha.

Vikram ne chai ka cup uthaya aur bina kisi gande tevar ke bas uske sir par ek baar haath pher kar bahar chala gaya.

Vaishali ne thandi ho chuki chai ka cup apne dono haathon mein pakad liya. Deewar ke us paar, Dadar wale flat se abhi bhi koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Wahan Arjun aur Ramesh bekhabar so rahe honge, yeh sochte hue ki unki lachaar Vaishali yahan bandi bani royi hogi.

Unhe kya pata tha ki kal raat usne khud inkaar ka parda phenk diya tha. Unhe kya pata tha ki uski chut ab uske lund ke liye khud khulti hai, uske boobs uske haathon ke liye khud uthte hain. Unhe kya pata tha ki ab woh wapas lautne ke qaabil hi nahi bachi thi.

Vaishali ne chupchap aankhein band karke aansu ponchhe. Chai thandi ho chuki thi, gale mein naya mangalsutra latak raha tha, uske boobs ab bhi uski yaad mein garam the, uski chut ab bhi geeli, aur uske seene ke andar ek aisi aag aur sharm thi jo din ke ujaale ke sath-sath aur gehri hoti ja rahi thi.

[Farz@123]

Ekdum mast update

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roarsome and sexy update, woooow

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Bahut badiya

[Erotica erotica]

Thank you your update and excellent choices of photos and gif. Waiting for next update!!

Great going

[Rinkp219]

Welcome back Bhai.....
Aap jaise writer's ke wajah se iss forum abhi tak zinda hai.....

Aap ka likha hua story reading karte time aisa lag raha hai jaise aankhon ke samne kisi blockbuster film chal raha hai.......
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Bas aap regular update dete rahiye.......


Be sabri se intezar rahega next update ka.......

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Vaishali ki aankh khuli toh kamre mein abhi bhi thanda andhera chhaya hua tha. Pardo ke kone se aati hui subah ki pehli dabi-dabi safed roshni aaine aur almari par pad rahi thi.

Vikram uske barabar mein soya hua tha, beparwah aur gehri neend mein. Uska sar ab bhi Vaishali ke seene ke paas tika tha, uske boobs ke beech, aur uska ek bhari, garam haath uski nangi kamar par thehra hua tha. Har saans ke sath Vikram ka seena Vaishali ke badan ko chhoota, uske boobs ko halka sa dabaata, aur har chhuwan uske dil mein ek chubhan si paida kar deti.

Vaishali ne pehle us sparsh ko mehsoos kiya, phir khud apne pure jism ki halat ko. Saree bedsheet par bikhri hui aur uljhi padi thi, blouse ka kapda paseene se thanda ho chuka tha, cleavage ab bhi khuli hui thi, aur dono jaanghon ke beech ab bhi beeti raat ka nishaan tha—uski chut se behata hua uska virya, chipka hua, thanda aur us raat ka saboot deta hua. Uski panty kahin nahi thi. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, thodi soojhi hui, aur uske boobs blouse ke andar garam the, jaise ab bhi uski saans un par gir rahi ho.

Usne darr kar apni aankhein band kar leen. Andhere mein bite hue kal ke saare lamhe ek-ek karke uske dimaag mein aane lage.

Kal raat kisi ne uspar zabardasti nahi ki thi.

Kal raat pehli baar usne khud aage badhkar apna haath uthaya tha. Khud uske honthon par jhuki thi, khud uski baahon mein simti thi, khud uske lund par baithi thi, aur uski chhuwan ke aage poori tarah bikharkar usne khud kaha tha ki mat ruko. Uski chut ne use andar liya tha, poora, aur woh upar se hil rahi thi, uske boobs hil rahe the, cleavage uske seene par chamak rahi thi.

Yeh baat yaad aate hi Vaishali ke seene mein ek dard bhara toofan uth gaya. Dil tez-tez dhadak raha tha, lekin is baar usme koi uttejna nahi thi—sirf ek be-inteha sharm, bhari guilt aur aisi ghutan thi jo gale ko daba rahi thi. Uski chut ne phir se halki si jhanjhanahut di, jaise yaad kar rahi ho, lekin usne use daba diya.

Main kya kar baithi? usne andar hi andar socha, honth kaante hue.

Neeche usi chat ke neeche Ramesh soya hoga... Arjun soya hoga. Woh meri sachai the, meri 20 saal ki zindagi the. Main Vaishali hoon—ek maa, ek parivaar ki izzat. Main Meera nahi hoon... toh phir kal raat maine khud use kyun bulaya? Kyun apni chut uske lund par baithayi? Kyun apne boobs uske munh ke paas laayi?

Usne behad aahista se, bina koi aawaz kiye Vikram ka haath apni kamar se hataya. Bistar se pair neeche utare toh zameen ki thandak ne uske shareer ko kaanpne par majboor kar diya. Jism mein ek meethi thakan thi, uski chut ab bhi geeli, uske boobs thode sooje, par aatma par ek sannaata chhaya tha.

Woh dabe paon bathroom mein gayi, darwaza band kiya aur bina aawaz ke paani ka nal khola. Thande paani se usne apne badan ko dhoya, jahan-jahan Vikram ki garmahat bachi thi, wahan-wahan usne paani dala jaise kisi daag ko mita rahi ho. Usne apni chut dhoi, uske virya ko pani se baha diya, apne boobs ko paani se chhua, jaise unhe saaf kar rahi ho.

Phir usne aaine ki taraf dekha.

Aaine mein dikhne wali aurat ki aankhein bhari hui thin, palkon ke kinare geele the, honth thode laal aur sooje hue the, gale par Vikram ke daanton ka halka sa laal nishaan saaf ubhar raha tha, aur uske boobs ab bhi thode ubhare hue the, cleavage ab bhi gehra.

Usne kaanpte haathon se us nishaan ko chhua. Uski aankhon se ek aansu gir kar gaal par beh gaya.

Yeh kisi aur ne nahi kiya... yeh maine khud maanga tha. Kal raat mera jism be-sharm tha, meri chut uske lund ke liye khuli thi, mere boobs uske haathon mein the, aur aaj subah wahi jism sharm se zameen mein dhas raha hai.

Bathroom se nikal kar usne bina koi jhadak kiye ek simple cream rang ki sooti saree nikaali, aam sa blouse pehna, aur pallu ko gale aur seene ke chaaron taraf ache se lapet liya taaki koi nishaan na dikhe, taaki cleavage chhup jaaye. Mangalsutra abhi bhi uske gale mein ek bhari zanjeer ki tarah pada tha.

Kitchen mein jakar usne chai ka bartan gas par chadhaya. Dhyan itna bikhra hua tha ki har ek bartan haath se chhootne ko hota, par woh dabi aawaz mein kaam karti rahi. Uske kaanon mein wahi sawal goonj rahe the:

Agar Ramesh ko zara sa bhi andaza ho gaya toh kya sochega? Agar Arjun ko pata chala ki jis maa ko bachaane ke liye woh ro raha tha, wahi maa ab is kamre mein doosre mard ke upar baith kar sisak rahi thi, apni chut uske lund se bharwa rahi thi... toh woh mere muh par thook nahi dega?

Woh toh is ghar mein sirf parivaar ko bachaane aayi thi, aur ab woh khud is daldal ko gale laga chuki thi. Uski chut ab bhi uski yaad mein geeli ho rahi thi, uske boobs ab bhi garam the.

Tabhi peeche se kadmon ki aahat aayi. Vikram aankhein malta hua kitchen ke darwaze par khada tha. “Subah se hi uth gayi?” usne aam gharelu lahze mein pucha.

Vaishali ne palat kar bhi uski aankhon mein nahi dekha, nazar zameen par rakhte hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Haan… aapko time par office nikalna hai na, isliye.”

“Chai ban gayi?” Vikram ne aage badhkar counter ka sahara liya aur gehri nazar uske jhuke hue sar par daali. “Kal raat… theek thi na?”

Yeh sunte hi Vaishali ke kaan aur gaal aag ki tarah garam ho gaye. Uske gale mein lafz atak gaye. Usne bas ek baar dheere se sar hila diya, “Haan…”

Uske aage ek lafz nahi nikla. Uske andar ek taraf apradhbodh ka pahaad tha, aur doosri taraf ek aisi be-ikhtiyaar sachai jise woh qubool karne se darr rahi thi—kal raat uska jism sach mein zinda tha, uski chut ne sach mein use andar liya tha, uske boobs uske munh ke paas the, usne sach mein woh garmahat mehsoos ki thi. Aaj subah uska mann ro raha tha, par uska jism ab bhi us ehsaas ko yaad rakh raha tha.

Vikram ne chai ka cup uthaya aur bina kisi gande tevar ke bas uske sir par ek baar haath pher kar bahar chala gaya.

Vaishali ne thandi ho chuki chai ka cup apne dono haathon mein pakad liya. Deewar ke us paar, Dadar wale flat se abhi bhi koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Wahan Arjun aur Ramesh bekhabar so rahe honge, yeh sochte hue ki unki lachaar Vaishali yahan bandi bani royi hogi.

Unhe kya pata tha ki kal raat usne khud inkaar ka parda phenk diya tha. Unhe kya pata tha ki uski chut ab uske lund ke liye khud khulti hai, uske boobs uske haathon ke liye khud uthte hain. Unhe kya pata tha ki ab woh wapas lautne ke qaabil hi nahi bachi thi.

Vaishali ne chupchap aankhein band karke aansu ponchhe. Chai thandi ho chuki thi, gale mein naya mangalsutra latak raha tha, uske boobs ab bhi uski yaad mein garam the, uski chut ab bhi geeli, aur uske seene ke andar ek aisi aag aur sharm thi jo din ke ujaale ke sath-sath aur gehri hoti ja rahi thi.




Subah ke theek saare aath baje Dadar ke flat ka mahol hamesha ki tarah ghutan-bhara tha, lekin dining table par baithe Vikram ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa aalsi, mardana roab tair raha tha. Usne chai ka akhiri ghoont liya, cup ko saucer par thodi zor se thapki dekar rakha, aur aage jhukte hue Vaishali ki taraf aisi gehri, aamirana nazar se dekha jo seedhe uske seene ke paar utarti thi, uske boobs ke upar se hote hue neeche tak.

“Is weekend hum Goa nikal rahe hain. Teen-chaar din ka trip. Honeymoon samajh le ya jo man kare,” Vikram ne beparwah andaz mein aadesh diya.

Vaishali ke haath mein pakdi hui plate jaise wahin jam gayi. Uski palkein kaanpi, aur gale se ek dabi hui aawaz nikli, “Goa? Achanak… itni door?” Uski saans tez ho gayi. Uska pallu dheere se sarak raha tha, cleavage halki si dikh rahi thi.

Vikram ke honthon par wahi shikari, alpha muskaan aayi jo har baar uski bebasii ko dekh kar ubhar aati thi. “Achanak kya hota hai? Shaadi ko itna time ho gaya, pados ke log abhi tak poochte hain ki bahu ko leke kahan ghooma. Aur sun, mujhe pata hai tu mere sath akele chalne mein abhi bhi thoda sankoch karti hai, ghabra jaati hai. Isiliye main Arjun ko bhi sath le ja raha hoon. Station par saamaan uthane, cab booking, aur kisi emergency ke liye ek launda hath mein rahega. Aur apne parivaar ka ladka bagal mein hoga toh tera darr bhi thoda daba rahega.”

Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Nazrein zameen par gadh gayin. Uske dimaag mein ek khaufnaak toofan uth pada—Arjun unke sath hoga? Uske saamne Vikram us par apna wahi be-lagam haq jatayega? Uski chut ke andar ek halki si jhanjhanahut hui. Mana karne ka sawaal hi paida nahi hota tha. Vikram jo faisla leta tha, usme kisi doosre ki raye ki koi keemat nahi thi.

Kitchen ke darwaze par Ramesh khada tha. Uski bujhi hui, thaki aankhon mein wahi purani lachari thi. Usne bina nazar milaye, dabi aawaz mein bas itna kaha, “Theek hai… aap log jaaiye. Main yahin ghar par rahunga.”

Dopahar ke waqt jab Arjun kisi kaam se corridor mein aaya, toh Vikram ne hall ka darwaza khula rakhte hue use aawaz di.

“Arjun, andar aa.”

Arjun ke kadam thithak gaye. Usne andar kadam rakha toh Vikram ne table par car ki chaabi ghumate hue seedha kaha, “Kal subah hum teeno Goa nikal rahe hain. Train ki tickets ho gayi hain. Tu apna bag pack kar le.”

Arjun ke chehre ka rang ek pal ke liye poori tarah udd gaya. Uski aankhein phaili, aur usne peeche kitchen ke kone mein khadi apni maa par ek nazar daali. Vaishali ne pallu ko kaskar pakad rakha tha, nazrein zameen mein dhas rahi thin. Arjun ne ek bhari saans li, daant bheenchte hue kaha, “Theek hai bhaiya, main chalunga.”

Shaam hote hi Vikram ne Vaishali ko bedroom mein bulaya aur flat ka darwaza peeche se adha kheench diya.

“Almari khol,” Vikram ne aadesh diya.

Vaishali ne dabe paon jakar purani lohe ki almari kholi. Usne aage se wahi apni sooti, simple sarees nikaalni chaheen, par Vikram ne uska haath jhatak kar peeche kar diya.

“Yeh kachra nahi chalega wahan,” Vikram ne almari ke andar haath daal kar kapde bikhairne shuru kiye.

Usne ek-ek karke kapde nikaal kar bed par patakna shuru kiya. Safar ke liye ek light cotton-silk saree jisme sleeveless blouse tha, gehra neck; beachside evenings ke liye sheer georgette dbangs jo uske boobs ke shape ko saaf dikhayenge; aur bag ke sabse neeche se usne ek chhoti kaali nighty nikaali jiske straps behad patle the aur lambai mushkil se jaanghon ke aadh tak aati thi, almost transparent.

Aakhir mein Vikram ka haath wahi bottle-green silk saree par pada—jiska blouse itna gehra aur open tha ki seene ka aadh se zyada hissa, uske heavy boobs ka inner curve, bina kisi parde ke saaf dikhe. Usne use nikaal kar alag se rakha.

“Yeh kiske liye nikaali hai?” Vaishali se ab chup nahi raha gaya. Uski aawaz mein ek minnat aur darr tha. “Yeh Goa mein? Yeh bohot zyada khula hai… wahan Arjun bhi hamare sath hoga. Woh meri… woh dekh lega.”

Vikram do kadam aage badha aur Vaishali ke bilkul kareeb aa gaya. Uski bhari chaati Vaishali ke kandhe se lagbhag chhoo rahi thi, uske boobs uske seene se dab rahe the. Usne ek haath se Vaishali ki thhodi ko mazbooti se pakad kar upar uthaya, uski aankhon mein seedha ghoorte hue bola, “Pata hai mujhe Arjun sath hoga. Aur yeh saree usi ke liye hai. Parso uska birthday hai na? Us din cake cutting ke waqt tu yahi pehnegi. Main chahta hoon woh dekhe teri cleavage, tere boobs, kitni geeli hoti hai tu mere haath mein.”

Vaishali ka dil dahal gaya. Uski chut ke andar ek tez current daud gaya. “Nahi… uske birthday par aisi saree? Main uske samne aisi halat mein nahi ja sakti… pallu sarakega, sab dikhega…”

Vikram ne uski thhodi par pakad aur kadi kar di, uske chehre ke kareeb jhukte hue uski aawaz poore alpha roab se goonji, “Maine pucha nahi hai tujhse, bata raha hoon. Jo kapde maine nikaale hain, tu wahi pehnegi. Main chahta hoon woh dekhe ki uski nayi bhabhi kitni khoobsurat lagti hai, kitni chudne layak. Aur tu meri marzi se chalegi, samjhi? Teri chut meri hai, tere boobs mere hain. Woh sirf dekhega.”

Usne bina kisi lihaz ke saare naye aur gehre kapde bade suitcase mein thoos diye aur chain zor se kheench kar band kar di. Green saree sabse upar thi.

Vaishali bed ke kone par chupchap baithi rahi, uski dono mutthiyan apni purani saree ke pallu par kaskar bandhi hui thin. Uska dimaag soch-soch kar sunn ho raha tha—Arjun unki har harqat, har aahat ke beech hoga. Aur Vikram apne poore ghamand ke sath use Arjun ke samne bhi naye tareeqe se be-parda karne ki taiyari kar chuka tha. Uski panty geeli ho chuki thi, boobs garam the.

Raat ko bistar par aate hi Vikram ne apna bhaari haath uski kamar par phenka, neeche sarka kar uski chut ke upar se saree ke upar haath rakha, aur beparwah lahze mein bola, “Subah theek paanch baje nikalna hai. Koi der nahi honi chahiye. Aur kal se tu wahi pehnegi jo main kahun.”

Vaishali ne andhere mein bas khamoshi se haan mein sar hila diya. Uski saansein dheemi thin, seene ke andar ek taraf sharm aur darr ka sailab tha, aur doosri taraf ek aisi bebas lachari jisme woh jaanti thi ki yeh Goa ka safar uske bache-khuche parde ko hamesha ke liye mita kar rakh dega. Uski chut uske haath ke neeche dheere dheere geeli ho rahi thi.


Subah theek paanch baje Dadar station par aam dino se kahin zyada thandi aur nam hawa chal rahi thi. Platform number char par bheed aahista-aahista badh rahi thi, jahan Konkan Kanya Express ke aane ka announcement lagatar goonj raha tha.

Vaishali platform ke ek kone mein khadi thi. Usne Vikram ke aadesh ke mutabiq wahi light-colored peach cotton-silk saree pehni thi. Saree ka fabric patla aur shareer se chipakne wala tha, aur blouse bina aasteen ka—sleeveless—jisme uske gore, bhare hue kandhe aur nangi baahein subah ki thandi roshni mein bilkul saaf dikh rahi thin. Gale ka ghera halka sa neecha tha, cleavage halki si jhaank rahi thi, jahan Vikram ka bhaari gold mangalsutra aur collarbone ka kala til kisi ka bhi dhyan kheenchne ke liye kaafi the. Uski maang mein taaza, gehra sindoor bhara tha, par chehre par ajeeb si thakan aur ghabrahat ki laali thi. Uski chut ab bhi subah se geeli thi, yaad aayi raat ki.

Vikram uske bilkul theek bagal mein chipak kar khada tha. Dark jeans, fitted black polo t-shirt, aur aankhon par shades lagaye hue uska pura wajood kisi shikari jaisa lag raha tha. Uska ek bhari haath Vaishali ki peeth ke nichle hisse par bilkul khulkar tika hua tha, uski kamar ke neeche, jaise platform par maujood har shakhs ko yeh jata raha ho ki yeh aurat uski niji sampatti hai. Uske boobs uske seene se dab rahe the.

Thode hi faasle par Arjun do bade trolley bag aur ek pithoo bag sambhale khada tha. Uske chehre par raat bhar ki be-neend thakan aur ghutan saaf thi. Usne nazar utha kar dekha—uski apni maa, jise usne hamesha puri tarah dhaanpi hui sooti sarees mein dekha tha, aaj ek 24 saal ke jawan ladke ke haath ke sahare poori tarah be-parda khadi thi, sleeveless blouse mein, cleavage dikh rahi thi. Arjun ne foran apni nazrein neeche kar leen, uske seene mein jalan ki ek aisi aag uthi jise woh baha nahi sakta tha. Uska lund dheere se sakht hone laga.

Train platform par aakar ruki toh AC 2-Tier coach mein chadhne ki afratafri mach gayi.

Arjun ne aage badhkar bhari suitcase ko pehle upar chadhaya aur phir Vaishali ki taraf hath badhate hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Maa… dhyan se, pair phisal na jaye.”

Lekin isse pehle ki Vaishali Arjun ka hath chhoo pati, peeche se Vikram ne aage badhkar Arjun ka hath halke se jhatak diya aur khud Vaishali ki kamar ko dono haathon se thaam liya, uske boobs ke neeche se.

“Main hoon na sambhalne ke liye,” Vikram ki aawaz mein ek thandi, roab-bhari chetavani thi. Usne Vaishali ko lagbhag upar uthate hue train ke darwaze ke andar kiya aur Arjun ki taraf ghoorte hue bola, “Tu aage chal ke seat number check kar.”

Arjun ne apne honth bheenchte hue sir jhukaya aur compartment ki taraf badh gaya. Uska lund ab poora sakht tha.

Compartment mein char berths thin—do lower, do upper. Vikram ne aate hi lower berth par kabza kiya aur Vaishali ko khidki ke paas apne theek bagal mein bitha liya. Arjun ko samne wali lower berth par baithna pada. Dono ke beech ka fasla mushkil se do foot ka tha.

Train ne jhatka liya aur Mumbai ke shor ko peeche chhodte hue Western Ghats ki taraf daudne lagi. Khidki se aati subah ki roshni Vaishali ke chehre aur uske khule kandhon par seedhi pad rahi thi. Jab bhi train mod leti, Vikram ka bhari kandha aur jaangh Vaishali ke shareer se poori tarah ragad khaati, uske boobs uske baju se dabte the.

“Chai legi?” Vikram ne achanak Vaishali ke kaan ke paas jhukte hue pucha. Uski garam saansein Vaishali ki gardan par padin toh uske badan mein ek thandi sarsarahat daud gayi, chut aur geeli ho gayi.

“Nahi… abhi nahi,” Vaishali ne dabi aawaz mein kaha, uska dhyan samne baithe Arjun par tha jo window ki taraf dekhne ka natak kar raha tha.

“Pee le, fresh lagega,” Vikram ne panty ki jeb se wallet nikala aur pantry boy ko aawaz di. Usne do cup chai li, ek Vaishali ko thamaayi aur doosra khud peene laga. Arjun ko usne pucha tak nahi.

Safar aage badhne laga. Panvel cross karne ke baad Ghats ki hariyali shuru ho gayi. Vaishali ko garmi lag rahi thi, usne anjaane mein apne pallu ko thoda dhila kiya taaki hawa lage, lekin jaise hi pallu sarka, uske gehre blouse ka ubhar aur gale ka cut thoda aur wazeh ho gaya, cleavage gehra dikhne laga, boobs ka shape saaf. Samne baithe Arjun ki nazar galti se wahan gayi aur agle hi pal uske kaan sharm aur takleef se laal ho gaye. Usne jaldi se sir ghuma kar bahar dekhna shuru kiya. Uska lund aur sakht ho gaya.

Yeh harkat Vikram ki teekhi nazron se chhupi nahi rahi.

Vikram ke chehre par ek ajeeb si malikana aur jalan-bhari chamak ubhar aayi. Usne apna ek pair samne wali seat ke kone par faila diya aur apna bayen haath Vaishali ke kandhe par se ghooma kar uski doosri taraf ki nangi kamar par rakh diya. Ungliyon ka dabaav itna saaf tha ki saree ka kapda uski skin mein dab gaya. Usne dheere se uski kamar se neeche haath sarkaya, chut ke upar se.

“Thand lag rahi hai kya?” Vikram ne poore dhang se Arjun ke samne hi pucha.

Vaishali ne ghabra kar Vikram ka haath hatane ki halki si koshish ki. “Nahi… theek hoon main. Aap hath…”

“Meri biwi hai tu, jahan man karega wahan haath rakhunga,” Vikram ne aawaz mein aisi ainth ke sath kaha jo Arjun ke kaano mein pighle hue seesay ki tarah utri. Vikram ne apni ungliyon ko uski kamar par thoda aur kaskar dhar diya, chut ke upar se ragda, aur aage jhukte hue Vaishali ke gaal par apne honth chhuye. “Goa pahunchte-pahunchte tujhe aadat daalni padegi. Wahan toh kapde aur bhi kam honge. Teri chut ko bhi.”

Vaishali ka poora chehra sharm, gusse aur be-basi se tamtama utha. Uski aankhein jhuk gayin, god mein bandhi mutthiyan thartharaane lagin. Woh chikhna chahti thi, kehna chahti thi ki uska apna beta samne baitha hai, par uske hont siye hue the. Uski chut geeli ho chuki thi, Vikram ke haath ke neeche.

Arjun se ab wahan baithna bardasht nahi ho raha tha. Uska dam ghut raha tha. Woh achanak apni seat se utha.

“Kahan ja raha hai?” Vikram ne beparwah andaz mein pucha.

“Washroom… aur thoda bahar khada hota hoon,” Arjun ne bina unki taraf dekhe kaha aur tezi se parda kheench kar corridor ki taraf nikal gaya. Washroom mein usne apna lund nikaala aur sochne laga uski maa ke boobs, cleavage, Vikram ka haath.

Jaise hi Arjun gaya, Vikram ne Vaishali ko apni taraf thoda aur kheench liya. “Dekh rahi hai? Launda sharma raha hai. Uske samne tu thoda aur khul ke raha kar. Jitna tu dabegi, utna use ajeeb lagega. Aur main chahta hoon woh dekhe.”

Vaishali ne thake hue lehze mein aankhein band kar leen. Train ki patriyon ki khad-khad aawaz ke beech use lag raha tha ki yeh safar sirf Goa tak ka nahi hai—yeh uski aakhri maryada ko Arjun ke samne hi tinka-tinka bikherne ka safar hai, aur abhi toh sirf dopahar hui thi, raat ki train abhi baaki thi. Uski chut ab bhi uske haath ke neeche geeli thi.





Shaam dhalte-dhalte Konkan Kanya Ratnagiri ke aage nikal chuki thi. Bahar ka manzar andhere mein doob gaya tha, aur coach ke andar ki fluorescent lights band karke sirf halki, neeli night-lights chhod di gayi thin. AC ki thandi hawa cabin mein sarsara rahi thi, jiske sath train ke pahiye patriyon par lagatar ek thanda, rhythm-bhara shor paida kar rahe the.

Compartment ka bhari parda kheench diya gaya tha.

Vikram ne berth distribution pehle hi tay kar liya tha. Usne Arjun ko seedhe aadesh diya tha ki woh neeche wali samne ki single berth par soye, jabki usne Vaishali ko apne sath upar wali berth par chadhne ko kaha.

Vaishali ne darrte hue inkaar karne ki koshish ki thi, “Wahan upar jagah bohot kam hoti hai… main neeche Arjun ke samne so jaati hoon, aap akele upar—”

“Maine jo kaha, wahi hoga,” Vikram ne uski baat beech mein hi kaat di thi, aawaz mein wahi be-khauf alpha roab tha. “Honeymoon par nikle hain, alag-alag bistar par sone ka koi matlab nahi banta.”

Vaishali ko chupchap seedhi par pair rakh kar upar chadhna pada. Uski peach silk saree ka pallu pairon mein ulajh raha tha, nangi kamar aur peeth ka hissa upar chadhne ke chakkar mein thoda aur khul gaya tha, cleavage se boobs ka curve dikh raha tha. Neeche baithe Arjun ne ek pal ke liye us manzar ko dekha, aur agle hi pal sharm aur bebasii se dono haathon se apna sar pakad kar berth par let gaya. Usne chadar ko apne kaanon tak kheench liya, jaise bahar ki duniya ko poori tarah mita dena chahta ho. Uska lund dheere se uth raha tha.

Upar ki berth par aate hi jagah waqai behad tang thi. Ek single berth par do logon ka letna mushkil tha, jiska matlab tha ki unhe ek-doosre se poori tarah chipak kar hi rehna padega.

Vikram pehle hi chadha hua tha. Jaise hi Vaishali aakar leti, usne bina kisi hichkichahat ke ek moti railway blanket dono ke upar daal di. Andhere mein blanket ke neeche achanak garmahat badh gayi.

Vikram ne Vaishali ko peeth ki taraf se ghoomaya aur apne seene se chipka liya. Uska bhari, pathar jaisa jism Vaishali ki naram peeth par poori tarah dab gaya. Usne apna ek bhaari haath Vaishali ke pet par rakha, jahan saree ka kapda sarka hua tha, aur ungliyon ko seedhe uski nangi chamdi par kas diya. Phir haath upar sarka, blouse ke neeche se uske boobs ko pakda, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya.

“Vikram… mat kijiye,” Vaishali ne uske kaan ke paas bilkul phusphusate hue minnat ki. Uski saansein phool rahi thin, “Neeche Arjun hai… parda itna patla hai, koi bhi aahat—”

“Toh chup reh na,” Vikram ne uski gardan ke piche, jahan baal bikhre the, apne garam honth tikate hue dheere se kaha. Uski daadhi ka chhubhan Vaishali ki naazuk jild par aag laga rahi thi. Usne uski gardan ko chaata, phir honthon par aa gaya. Kiss gehra tha. Uski jeebh uske honthon ko kholi, andar gayi, uski jeebh se mili. Smooch ki awaaz dheemi thi, blanket ke neeche. Vaishali ne kiss wapas kiya, dheere, phir tez. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi.

“Agar aawaz nikaalegi, toh use hi sunayi dega. Mujhe koi farq nahi padta.”

Vikram ka haath aahista-aahista upar ki taraf sarka. Usne saree ke patle pallu ko hataya aur sleeveless blouse ke gehre gale par apni ungliyan phiraane laga. Uski pakad naram nahi thi; usme wahi ghuroor aur daavedaari thi jo kisi cheez ko jeetne ke baad dikhayi jaati hai. Jab usne Vaishali ke gale par halka sa daant gadaaya, toh Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi hui siski nikalne ko hui, jise usne foran apni chadar ka kona daanton mein dabakar rok liya. “Mmm—”

Vaishali ka dil dahal raha tha. Use theek neeche letay hue Arjun ka ehsaas tha. Woh jaanti thi ki train ki thodi si khamoshi mein bhi har ek sarsarahat, har ek saans neeche tak ja sakti hai.

Lekin is bepanah darr ke beech, pichhle teen dino ka ruka hua nasha aur sharer ki zidd achanak ubharne lagi. Jab Vikram ne apna doosra haath blanket ke andar uski dono jaanghon ke beech dabaya, saree ke neeche se, panty ke upar se uski chut ko ragda, toh uski saans ukhadne lagi. Jism ne bina ijazat ke us garmahat ko qabool karna shuru kar diya tha. Uski chut geeli thi, ras beh raha tha.

Vikram ne uski haalat ko andhere mein hi bhaamp liya. Uske honthon par wahi jeet ki muskaan aayi. Usne Vaishali ke kaan mein bilkul dabi aawaz mein kaha, “Din mein Arjun ke sath khade hoke sharma rahi thi na? Ab dekh, tu kitni jaldi garam hoti hai mere sath. Teri chut geeli hai.”

Usne panty side ki, ungli andar daali, dheere. Vaishali ki peeth ubhar gayi. Ek aur dabi moan. “Ahh—” Usne chadar mein daant gada diye. Vikram ne kiss toda, uske honthon ko chusa, jeebh andar, aur ungli se uski chut ko dheere-dheere chodne laga. Soft, gehra, ready karte hue.

Vaishali ne apni aankhein kas ke band kar leen. Aansu uski palkon ke kone se nikal kar train ke safed takiye mein jazb ho gaye. Uske andar do hisse lad rahe the—ek hissa jo neeche so rahe bete ke khayal se zameen mein dhas raha tha, aur doosra hissa jo is jawan mard ki malikana giraft mein poori tarah pighal kar uske har dabi hui harqat par tharthara raha tha. Uski chut uski ungliyon ko pakad rahi thi.

Neeche wali berth par Arjun leta hua tha.

Train ke AC ki thandi hawa uske chehre par lag rahi thi, lekin uska gala bilkul sookh chuka tha. Chadar kaano par hone ke bawajood, upar ki berth par se aane wali thodi-thodi aahat use saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi—blanket ki sarsarahat, berth ke lohe ki halki si lachak, aur uski maa ki wahi ghuti-ghuti, dabi hui saansein, kiss ki awaaz.

Arjun ne bistar par pade-pade apni mutthiyan itni zor se bheenchi ki uske nakhun hatheliyon mein gadh gaye. Uske seene mein aag jal rahi thi, par woh hil tak nahi sakta tha. Uska lund sakht tha. Woh us daldal ka hissa khud bana tha, aur ab uske paas bas us andhere mein chupchap ghutne ke siva koi rasta nahi bacha tha.

Upar, Vikram ne apna daawa poori tarah mazboot kar liya tha. Usne Vaishali ko ready kiya, ungliyon se, kiss se, uske boobs ko chus kar. Raat ke lagbhag do baje jab sab kuch shaant hua, toh usne Vaishali ko apni baahon mein qaid kiye hue hi neend ki aagosh mein chhod diya. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, uski ungliyon se.

Vaishali andhere mein chhat ko taakti rahi. Saree bikhri hui thi, badan par nayi thakan thi, aur uski aatma par ek aur aisi lakeer khinch chuki thi jise mita pana ab kismat ke bhi bas mein nahi tha. Parde ke us paar, train Goa ki sarhad ki taraf tezi se badhe ja rahi thi.




Blanket ke neeche andhera ghana tha. Vikram ki ungliyan Vaishali ki chut ke andar dheere-dheere chal rahi thin. Geeli thi, garam, aur har baar jab ungli andar jaati toh uski deewar use kas ke pakadti. Vaishali ne apna haath munh par rakha, daant uski ungliyon mein gada diye. Ek dabi hui saans uske gale se nikal gayi, “Mmm—” Train ki khad-khad ke beech woh awaaz kho gayi, lekin uske jism ne use mehsoos kiya.

Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas munh rakha. Uski daadhi uski gardan ko chubha rahi thi. “Daalun?” usne dheere se pucha. Awaaz mein koi jaldi nahi thi, sirf woh alpha sawal jo jawab pehle se jaanta tha.

Vaishali ki aankhen andhere mein khuli thin. Neeche Arjun ki berth thi. Usne socha, woh so raha hoga. Agar awaaz nikli toh sun lega. Uski chut ne phir se jhanjhana di, Vikram ki ungliyon ke around. Usne uski aankhon mein dekha. Guilt aur horniness ek saath thin. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. “Theek hai… par thoda dheere.”

Vikram ne ungli bahar nikali. Uski ungliyan uske ras se geeli thin. Usne apna pajama neeche kiya. Lund bahar aaya, sakht, garam, uski jaangh se chipka hua. Usne use uski chut par set kiya. Supada geeli daane se chhua. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Usne apna haath aur kas ke daanton mein dabaya.

Vikram ne dheere se dhakka maara. Supada andar gaya, phir aur. Lund uske andar chalta gaya, dheere, uski deewar ko kholta hua. Vaishali ki peeth berth se ubhar gayi. Ek lambi, dabi gasp uske gale se nikli, “Ahh—” Usne haath mein daant gada diye taaki awaaz na nikle. Poora lund andar chala gaya. Uski chut use pakad rahi thi, garam, geeli.

“Kitna tight hai,” Vikram ne dheere se kaha, uske kaan mein. Usne dheere se bahar nikala, tip tak, phir andar. Slow. Deep. Har dhakka uske pet tak ja raha tha. Berth halki si lachak rahi thi. Vaishali ki saans tooti hui thi. Usne apni taangein uski hips ke gird kas di. Uska jism uske saath chipak gaya.

Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakha. Kiss gehra tha. Uski jeebh andar gayi, uski jeebh se mili. Vaishali ne kiss wapas kiya, uske honthon ko chusa, uski jeebh ko apne munh mein liya. Uski ungliyan uski peeth par thin, kurte ko pakad rahi thin. Slow thrust jaari tha. Lund bahar aata, andar jaata, geeli awaaz blanket ke neeche dabi hui. Phach. Dheemi.

Vaishali ki aankhen band thin. Guilt uske seene mein thi—Arjun neeche tha, uski maa upar is mard ke neeche thi. Lekin uski chut ne use andar le liya tha, poora, aur woh uske saath hil rahi thi. Horniness ne guilt ko daba diya. Usne uske gale par kiss kiya, uske honthon ko kaata, dheere. “Dheere…” usne kiss ke beech kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui.

Vikram ne uske boobs pakde, blouse ke neeche se, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya, aur thrust jaari rakhe. Slow, deep, raw. Uska jism uske upar tha, bhaari, malikana. Vaishali ne use aur kas ke pakda. Uski taangein uski kamar par thin, uska lund uske andar gehra. Har dhakka uske pet tak mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne socha, main ruk nahi pa rahi. Arjun sun lega. Phir bhi usne use chhoda nahi.

Train chalti rahi. Berth lachak rahi thi. Blanket ke neeche unki saans ek saath thi, kiss ki awaaz, geeli thrust ki awaaz. Vaishali ki chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, ras beh raha tha. Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Aise hi. Chup. Main dheere hi rahunga.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Aansu nikal aaye, lekin usne use kiss karti rahi, taangein kas, jism uske saath. Guilt thi. Horniness thi. Aur Vikram ka raw, malikana sparsh tha jo use tod raha tha aur jod raha tha, ek saath, andhere berth par, neeche uske bete ke upar.




Neeche Arjun leta hua tha, chadar kaanon tak kheench, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Upar se aane wali awaazein us tak pahunch rahi thin. Blanket ki dheemi sarsarahat, berth ki halki lachak, aur uski maa ki dabi hui saansein. Usne samajh liya tha kya ho raha hai. Vikram uske upar hai. Uski maa uske neeche hai. Har geeli awaaz, har dabi moan uske kaano mein gir rahi thi. Uska lund sakht tha, lekin usne haath nahi lagaya. Sirf suna. Guilt aur garmi ek saath uske seene mein thi.

Upar, Vikram garam ho chuka tha. Uske thrust ab tez ho gaye the, lekin ab bhi dheere, raw. Lund poora andar jaata, uski chut ki aakhri deewar ko chhuta. Vaishali pehle hi aa chuki thi. Uski chut uske lund ko kas ke pakad rahi thi, ras beh raha tha, jism kaanp raha tha. Usne uske honthon par apna munh rakha taaki moan na nikle. “Ahh—” dabi awaaz uske munh mein kho gayi.

Vikram ne aakhri tez, gehre dhakke maare. Ek. Do. Teen. Raw. Lund poora andar dhasa, uske pet tak. Usne uski jaanghon ko kas ke pakda aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht hua. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, lambi dhaar mein, gehra. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi, kaanpti gasp uske gale se nikli, uske honthon ke against. Dono ki saans tez thi, ek dusre ke munh par gir rahi thi. Berth ab bhi dheemi dheemi lachak rahi thi.

Vikram uske upar leta raha, lund ab bhi andar, dheere dheere naram hota hua. Usne uske maathe par kiss kiya, phir gale par. Vaishali ki taangein ab bhi uski hips par thin. Usne dheere se kaha, saans tez, “Mujhe… fresh hona hai.”

Vikram ne sir hila diya. “Theek hai.” Usne lund bahar nikala, dheere. Virya uski jaanghon par beh gaya. Woh palat gaya, aankhen band kar li, aur neend ki taraf chala gaya. Uski saans seedhi ho gayi.

Vaishali ne saree theek ki, jitna ho saka. Pallu se apni jaanghein ponchhi. Uska jism kaanp raha tha, chut geeli, uske virya se bhari. Usne dheere se seedhi pakdi aur neeche utri. Pair zameen par pade toh thandak lagi. Compartment andhera tha, sirf neeli night-light.

Arjun ab bhi leta hua tha, lekin aankhen khuli thin. Usne use dekh liya. Vaishali ne uski nazar pakdi. Ek pal ke liye dono ki aankhen mili. Arjun ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne sirf dekha. Vaishali ka chehra garam ho gaya. Guilt uske seene mein tez dhakka mara. Woh jaanti thi usne suna hai. Sab. Uski dabi moan, Vikram ke thrust, uska aana.

Usne apni lower berth par baith gayi, peeth Arjun ki taraf, chehra khidki ki taraf. Chadar apne upar kheench li. Uski saans ab bhi tez thi. Usne aankhen band ki. Neend nahi aayi. Woh jaanti thi Arjun ne sab suna hai, aur ab woh uske saamne baithi hai, uske virya ab bhi uske andar, aur train Goa ki taraf badh rahi hai. Guilt uske gale mein atki hui thi, lekin uska jism ab bhi garam tha.




Subah ke lagbhag aath baje jab Konkan Kanya Madgaon junction par aakar ruki, toh compartment ke andar ka mahol baraf ki tarah jam chuka tha. Raat ka andhera dhal chuka tha, aur bahar se aati subah ki chamakdaar dhoop coach ke pardo ko cheer kar andar phail rahi thi.

Vaishali ne pichhle char ghante ek pal ke liye bhi aankh nahi jhapki thi. Uska poora jism toot raha tha—ek ajeeb si thakan, jism ke andar basi beeti raat ki chhuwan, uski chut ab bhi uske virya se geeli, aur sabse badhkar uske seene par chhaya apradhbodh ka pahaad. Uske samne baithe Arjun ne subah se ek baar bhi uski taraf nazar utha kar nahi dekha tha. Woh chupchap dono trolley bags ko seat ke neeche se nikaal raha tha, uske jabde sakht the aur hath pathar jaise thehre hue the. Uska lund ab bhi yaad se sakht tha.

Raat ki woh neeli light, berth par se aati sarsarahat, uski maa ki dabi moan, aur aakhir mein seedhi se utarte waqt mili woh aakhri khamosh nazar—yeh sab dono ke beech ek an-kahi cheekh ban kar goonj raha tha.

“Chalo, utro. Cab bahar khadi hai,” Vikram ne aalsi andaz mein angdaai lete hue kaha.

Uski t-shirt par se raat ki befikri saaf jhalak rahi thi. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa santusht, vijeta jaisa ghamand tha—woh poori tarah taaza lag raha tha, jaise raat ke us tanav ne use thakane ke bajaye aur zyada taqatwar bana diya ho. Usne beparwah hokar Vaishali ke kandhe par apna bhaari haath rakha, uske boobs ke paas, aur use platform ki bheed mein aage badha diya.

Vaishali ka dil dahal gaya. Uska pallu haath se phisla toh usne foran dono haathon se use kaskar seene par baandh liya, cleavage chhupane ke liye. Uske kandhe par Vikram ka garam haath us waqt kisi daagte hue lohe jaisa lag raha tha, khaaskar tab jab theek do kadam peeche Arjun dono bhari suitcase uthaye chal raha tha.

Cab South Goa ke ek luxury coastal resort ki taraf nikal padi. Raste bhar khidki ke bahar khajoor ke ped, purane Portuguese makan aur laal mitti ka rasta nikalta raha, par car ke andar ghutan aisi thi jaise saans lene ke liye hawa hi na bachi ho. Vikram ka haath uski jaangh par tha, dheere dheere upar sarak raha tha.

Resort ke reception par pahunchte hi Vikram ne keycard uthaya. Connecting rooms the—ek bada master suite Vikram aur Vaishali ke liye jisme samne seedhe samundar ka nazaara dikhta tha, aur theek uske bagal mein ek chhota room jiska darwaza andar se suite ke hall mein khulta tha, Arjun ke liye.

Room mein kadam rakhte hi Arjun ne dono luggage bag floor par rakhe. “Main… bagal wale kamre mein hoon,” usne bina kisi ki taraf dekhe dabi aawaz mein kaha.

“Ruk,” Vikram ne bed par girte hue toka. “Shaam ko beach par chalna hai. Thoda fresh ho le, phir bahar nikalte hain. Aur Meera, tu woh halki sleeveless saree nikaal le jo subah boli thi.”

Arjun ne darwaza kheench kar band kar liya. Kadi lagne ki halki aawaz aayi.

Vaishali suite ke beechon-beech jam kar khadi reh gayi. Uska chehra sharm aur darr se peela pad chuka tha. Jab Vikram washroom gaya, toh usne kaanpte haathon se suitcase khola. Vikram ke aadesh ke mutabiq wahi sea-green georgette ki sheer saree aur deep-cut sleeveless blouse bahar rakha hua tha. Blouse itna gehra tha ki uske boobs ka aadha hissa dikhega.

Usne kapde badle, par har ek harkat par uski aatma cheekh rahi thi. Aaine ke samne khadi hui toh usne dekha ki gale aur kandhon par raat ke dabe hue nishaan abhi bhi roshni mein ubhar rahe the. Usne concealer uthaya aur ek-ek daag ko mittane ki koshish ki, par dil ke andar baitha guilt kisi cream se nahi chhip sakta tha. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi. Usne khud ko aaine mein ghoora:

Kal raat maine Arjun ke sunte hue khud ko nahi roka… aur ab main yahan is naye libaas mein uske samne khadi houngi. Cleavage khuli, boobs dikhte hue.

Shaam ke paanch baje jab teeno resort se nikalkar private beach ki taraf badhe, toh thandi samundari hawa chal rahi thi. Suraj dhire-dhire paani mein doob raha tha, aasmaan par narangi aur baingani rang phail chuke the.

Vaishali ki georgette saree hawa ke sath tezi se lehra rahi thi, uska patla kapda uske jism ke curve ke sath chipak raha tha, boobs ka shape saaf, cleavage gehra. Uske khule kandhe aur peeth par hawa lag rahi thi, par uske andar ek khaufnaak thandak thi.

Vikram ne bina kisi sankoch ke aage badhkar apna haath Vaishali ki nangi kamar par rakh diya. Ungliyon ka dabaav itna saaf tha ki saree ka kapda uski kamar par dab gaya. Usne use apni taraf kheench liya, uske boobs uske seene se dab gaye.

“Aap… hath hataiye na,” Vaishali ne bilkul dheemi, kaanpti hui fariyad ki. Uski nazrein chaar kadam peeche chal rahe Arjun par thin, jo ret par sir jhukaye chal raha tha. “Arjun peeche hai… log dekh rahe hain.”

“Toh dekhne de,” Vikram ne beparwah hokar uski gardan ke paas jhukte hue kaha. Uski aawaz mein wahi ainth thi. “Maine pehle hi kaha tha, yeh hamari honeymoon hai. Tu meri biwi hai, main tere sath jaise chahun waise chalunga. Usko sharm aati hai toh aage nikal jaye ya piche rahe.” Usne uski gardan par honth rakhe, chaata, phir gaal par.

Usne Vaishali ke gaal par halke se apne honth chhue. Yeh koi kamre ka andhera nahi tha; yeh khula aasmaan tha, samundar ka kinara tha, aur theek unke piche uska apna beta chal raha tha. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, Vikram ke sparsh se.

Vaishali ke pair wahi ret par jam gaye. Uska gala ruddh gaya, palkon ke kone par aansu thehar gaye. Uske seene mein raat ki saari aawazein phir se goonjne lagin—berth ki lachak, uski apni dabi hui siskiyan, aur Arjun ki khuli hui aankhein.

Arjun ne achanak apna rasta thoda alag kar liya. Woh ret par chalte-chalte samundar ke paani ke kareeb chala gaya, jahan lehrein uske jooton ko bhigo rahi thin. Usne palat kar un dono ki taraf nahi dekha. Uski peeth unki taraf thi, kandhe jhuke hue the, jaise us ret ke maidan par woh poori tarah akela aur toota hua khada ho. Uska lund sakht tha, uski maa ke boobs, Vikram ka haath, sab yaad aa raha tha.

Vaishali ne door khade Arjun ke saye ko dekha, phir apni kamar par kase hue Vikram ke bhaari haath ko mehsoos kiya. Hawa georgette ke pallu ko baar-baar uda rahi thi, uske boobs ko expose karti, par uske andar ka sannaata ab pehle se kahin zyada bhari ho chuka tha—ek aisa safar jahan har agla kadam uski purani mamta aur izzat ko reza-reza kar raha tha, aur uski chut ab bhi uske liye geeli ho rahi thi.






Agli subah South Goa ke resort mein dhoop kaafi tez aur chamakdaar thi. Khidki ke parde khule the, aur bahar palm trees aur samundar ki lehron ka shor kamre tak aa raha tha.

Suite ke andar ka mahol baraf ki tarah shant tha. Vikram ne bathroom se nikal kar bed par ek bada shopping bag phenka, jo usne kal aate waqt resort ke boutique se liya tha.

“Meera, aaj sightseeing ke liye nikalna hai. Old Goa ke churches aur Panjim market. Aur aaj tu yeh pehnegi,” Vikram ne aadesh diya. Uski aawaz mein wahi be-khauf, aamirana roab tha jisme kisi inkaar ki gunjaish nahi hoti thi.

Vaishali ne darrte-darrte bag ke andar haath daala. Uska haath jis kapde par pada, woh koi saree ya salwar-suit nahi tha.

Woh ek deep-navy blue rang ka fitted, knee-length wrap dress—ek one-piece tha. Kapda behad naram, stretchable jersey fabric ka tha jo shareer ki har ek lakeer ke sath chipakne ke liye bana tha. Neckline aage se behad deep V-cut thi, jo collarbone ke kaale mole aur seene ke ubhar, uske heavy boobs ke inner curve ko saaf khol kar rakh rahi thi. Sleeves bilkul nahi the—sirf patle straps the jo kandhon par theharna the, aur kamar ke ek taraf ek patli dori thi jise baandhne par kapda pet aur kamar ke curve par bilkul fit baithta tha, hips ko tightly outline karta.

Vaishali ke haath kaanp gaye. Uski aankhon mein bepanah khauf aur sharm tair gayi. Uski chut ke andar ek halki si jhanjhanahut hui. “Yeh… yeh one-piece? Main… main aisi umar mein yeh kaise pehan sakti hoon? Maine poori zindagi saree ke alawa kuch nahi pehna… aur Arjun bahar hai. Main uske samne aise nahi aa sakti! Yeh toh… sab dikhega.”

Vikram do kadam aage badha. Uska bhari jism Vaishali ke theek samne aakar khada ho gaya. Usne ek haath se Vaishali ki thhodi ko kaskar upar uthaya, uski aankhon mein seedha ghoorte hue bola, “Pehle toh yeh ‘aisi umar’ bolna band kar. Tu 40 saal ki budhiya nahi lagti, aur na hi main tujhe kisi gareeb ki mausi bana kar ghumane laya hoon. Tu Vikram Deshmukh ki biwi hai. Goa aayi hai toh Goa jaise kapde pehnegi. Tere boobs, teri kamar, teri taangein—sab dikhengi. Aur Arjun dekhega toh dekhe, use pata chalna chahiye ki uski bhabhi modern duniya mein kaise rehti hai, kitni chudne layak lagti hai. Chupchap pehan, pandrah minute mein gaadi niche aa rahi hai.”

Vikram bahar nikal gaya aur darwaza band kar diya.

Vaishali suite ke aaine ke samne khadi reh gayi. Uske haath tharthara rahe the. Usne kaanpte haathon se apni purani bra aur petticoat utaara. Jab usne woh navy blue one-piece apne sar se neeche daala, toh naram kapda uske jism ke sath kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipak gaya. Uske boobs ko tightly push kiya, cleavage gehra ban gaya, nipples ka shape halka sa dikhne laga.

Aaine mein dekhte hi Vaishali ka dam ghutne laga.

Pehli baar uski nangi taangein—ghutno se lekar niche tak—bina kisi saree ke ghere ke poori tarah be-parda thin. Patle straps ne uske bhare hue kandhon ko khula chhod diya tha. Deep V-neckline ki wajah se uske seene ki gehari lakeer, heavy boobs ka ubhar, aur kal raat ke dabe hue nishaan dhoop mein saaf dikh rahe the. Kamar ki dori kaste hi uske hips aur kamar ka poora curve bina kisi parde ke ubhar aaya tha. Uske paas apna pallu bheenchte hue chhipane ke liye kuch nahi bacha tha. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, kapda us par chipak raha tha.

Usne thode se baal aage karke seene ko dhaanpne ki naakam koshish ki, maang ka sindoor us modern libaas ke sath ek ajeeb sa virodhabhas paida kar raha tha.

Jab woh suite ka darwaza khol kar connecting hall mein aayi, toh Arjun pehle se wahan khada tha, haath mein paani ki bottle liye.

Darwaze ke khulne ki aawaz par Arjun ne aam dhang se sir uthaya. Aur agle hi pal, Arjun ki saansein uske gale mein hi atak gayin.

Uska chehra safed pad gaya. Uski aankhein pathra gayi thin. Samne uski 40 saal ki maa khadi thi—jisne pichhle bees saal sirf ghisisi-piti, dabi hui cotton sarees mein sar jhuka kar guzare the. Aaj woh ek modern, body-hugging one-piece dress mein khadi thi. Khuli taangein, bare kandhe, deep cut neckline se boobs ka aadha hissa dikh raha tha, aur kamar par chipka hua kapda. Arjun ki nazrein ek pal ke liye uske jism ke us naye roop par thami, uske boobs, hips, taangon par, aur agle hi second be-inteha sharm, gusse aur dard ke maare Arjun ne tezi se apna sar deewar ki taraf ghuma liya. Uska lund sakht ho gaya.

Vaishali ke gaal aag ki tarah sulag uthe. Usne dono haath aage baandh kar apne seene ko chhipane ki koshish ki, uski aawaz ruddh gayi, “Arjun… woh…”

Lekin Arjun ne ek lafz nahi kaha. Uski mutthiyan band thin, gardan jhuki hui thi, aur uske seene ki tezi se chalti saansein bata rahi thin ki uske andar kitna bada toofan phoot raha tha. Woh soch raha tha kitni alag dikh rahi hai, kitni exposed.

Tabhi peeche se Vikram aaya. Usne Vaishali ko sar se paon tak dekha. Vikram ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa aamirana, bhookha ghamand phail gaya.

“Perfect,” Vikram ne aage badhkar bina kisi hichkichahat ke apna bhari haath Vaishali ki nangi, khuli kamar par rakh diya, jahan dress ki dori bandhi thi. Usne Vaishali ko apni taraf kheench liya, uske boobs uske seene se dab gaye, aur Arjun ke theek samne uski nangi gardan par jhukte hue bola, “Dekha? Saree mein itna curve pata nahi chalta tha. Ab lag rahi hai meri biwi. Tere boobs kitne ubhar rahe hain.”

Usne Arjun ki taraf dekh kar ek halki, teekhi muskaan phenki, “Chalo Arjun, bags car mein daal. Aaj pura Goa ghoomenge.”

Pura din ek azaab ban gaya. Old Goa ke Se Cathedral aur Basilica of Bom Jesus ke aage jab woh dhoop mein chal rahe the, toh har aate-jaate tourist ki nazar Vaishali par pad rahi thi—ek matured, gharelu chehre wali aurat jiske gale mein bhari mangalsutra tha, maang mein sindoor, aur jism par bilkul chipka hua one-piece dress, cleavage gehra, taangein nangi.

Vikram ne ek pal ke liye bhi apna haath uski kamar ya uske khule kandhe se nahi hataya. Har do kadam par woh use apne kareeb kheench leta, uske kaan mein jhuk kar baat karta, uski gardan ko chhuta, aur Vaishali lachari se bas apna sar jhukaye rakhti. Uski chut geeli thi, kapda us par chipak raha tha.

Arjun unse paanch kadam peeche chal raha tha. Uski dhoop mein tapti aankhein sirf zameen par tiki thin. Har baar jab hawa chalti aur us navy blue dress ka kapda uski maa ke jism se aur kaskar chipakta, uske boobs aur hips ko outline karta, Arjun ke dil par aari chal jaati. Uska lund sakht rehta.

Vaishali ko har kadam par lag raha tha jaise woh nangi chal rahi ho. Ek taraf Arjun ki wahi tooti hui khamoshi thi jo use pal-pal uske apradhbodh ki yaad dila rahi thi, aur doosri taraf Vikram ka woh pathar jaisa haath jo har minute use yeh jata raha tha ki ab woh uski marzi ka ek khilauna ban chuki hai, jise woh jaise chahe waise duniya ke samne be-parda kar sakta tha. Uski chut ab bhi uske sparsh se geeli ho rahi thi.




Dopahar dhal chuki thi, aur Goa ke Majorda beach par dhoop halki narangi hone lagi thi. Ret par thandi hawa chal rahi thi, aur samundar ki lehrein shor machati hui kinare tak aa rahi thin.

Vikram, Vaishali aur Arjun beach ke ek wooden shack ke neeche baithe the. Shack mein bamboo ki kursiyan aur chhat par sookhe taad ke patte lage the. Vaishali abhi bhi usi navy-blue wrap dress mein thi, jiske patle straps aur deep neckline par dhoop aur samundari namak ki halki si thandak jam gayi thi. Kapda uske boobs se chipka hua tha, cleavage gehra dikh raha tha, taangein nangi. Har aate-jaate shakhs ki nazar uske is bold aur parivaarik roop ke ajeeb mel par rukti thi, jisse bachne ke liye usne dono haath apni god mein kaskar baandh rakhe the. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, kapda us par chipak raha tha.

Thodi der baad Vaishali ne dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Main thoda washroom ho kar aati hoon… ret lag gayi hai.”

Vikram ne beer ka glass uthate hue bas sar hila diya, “Jao, aaram se aao.”

Jaise hi Vaishali shack ke pichhle hisse ki taraf gayi, table par achanak ek bhaari, dam-ghotne wala sannata chha gaya. Samne Arjun baitha tha, t-shirt ki aasteen ko unglion se marodta hua, nazrein samundar ki taraf tiki thin jahan kuch videshi ladkiyan bikinis mein ghoom rahi thin. Unke boobs, hips dekh raha tha.

Vikram ne Arjun ki taraf dekha. Uske honthon par ek ajeeb si teekhi muskaan tair gayi. Usne beer ki bottle se Arjun ke glass mein thodi drink daali aur aage jhukte hue, bilkul aam mardana lahze mein kaha:

“Kya dekh raha hai udhar? Yeh college ki kachhi ladkiyon ko dekh kar kya karega? Unke chhote boobs, patli kamar… kuch nahi.”

Arjun ka haath glass par thehar gaya. Usne thoda ajeeb mehsoos karte hue nazrein mod li, “Kuch nahi bhaiya… bas aise hi dekh raha tha.”

Vikram ne ek ghunt liya aur kursii ke sahare peeche phailte hue aawaz ko thoda dheema aur gehra kar diya. Uske lahze mein wahi kanoor, alpha ghamand tha jise chhupane ki usne koi koshish nahi ki:

“Sach bolun toh… in kachhi ladkiyon se hazaar guna behtar teri nayi bhabhi hai. Dekha uska jism? Boobs kitne bhaari hain, kamar kitni patli, hips kitne wide. Honey jaisi hai bed pe. Jitna bhi chodo, mann nahi bharta. Poora jism pighal kar paani ho jata hai uska. Chut itni geeli, itni tight, kitna bhi andar daalo, aur mangti hai. Aisi aurat kismat se milti hai.”

Arjun ke kaan jaise sunn pad gaye. Uska dil ek jhatke mein ruk kar phir zorse dhadakne laga. Uski aankhon ke saamne uski maa ka navy blue dress, deep cleavage, nangi taangein aa gayi. Uska lund sakht ho gaya. Uske halaq mein aawaaz atak gayi.

Vikram ne beparwah hokar cigarette jalayi, dhuaan Arjun ke chehre ki taraf chhodte hue bola, “Bahar se kitni sharmaati hai, dekhta hai na? Par bistar par… bilkul shehad jaisi hai. Jitna bhi chhuo, jitna bhi uska maza lo, mann nahi bharta. Raat ko train mein dekha nahi? Kitni dabi siskiyan nikaal rahi thi. Poora jism pighal kar paani ho jata hai uska. Aisi aurat kismat se milti hai. Tu un ladkiyon ko dekh raha hai, main uski chut ka maza le raha hoon.”

Arjun ke badan mein ek khaufnaak thartharahat daud gayi. Uske hath ki mutthi itni kas gayi ki nakhun hatheli cheerne lage. Uski apni maa ke jism ka, uski niji kamzori ka itna khula aur nanga bayaan usi ke samne sunna—kisi zeher ke ghoont se kam nahi tha. Uska dimaag cheekh raha tha ki uth kar samne padi beer ki botal Vikram ke sar par de maare. Par haqeeqat ke bediyon ne use bandh rakha tha—fraud unhone shuru kiya tha, paise unhone liye the, aur ab yeh mard uski maa ko apna haq samajh kar noch raha tha, uske saamne bol raha tha kitni geeli hai, kitni chudti hai.

Arjun ne apne sookhe honthon par ek lachaar, jhoothi muskaan lane ki koshish ki. Palkein jhukate hue dabi aawaz mein bola, “…Achhi baat hai bhaiya, aap khush hain.”

“Khush toh bohot hoon,” Vikram ne aage jhuk kar Arjun ke kandhe par zor se thapki di. “Bas wahi samjha raha tha. Aurat ho toh aisi ho jo har tarah se mard ko baandh ke rakhe. Teri bhabhi aisi hi hai. Kitna bhi chodo, mann nahi bharta.”

Theek usi waqt piche se kadmon ki aahat aayi. Vaishali haath-munh dho kar wapas aa chuki thi. Uske baal aage ki taraf bikhre the, aur chehre par thanda paani lagane ke bawajood wahi pichhle dino ki thakan aur ghabrahat tair rahi thi. Navy blue dress uske boobs se chipka hua tha, cleavage gehra.

Usne aakar dono ko dekha. Table par phaili ajeeb si khamoshi, Vikram ke chehre par wahi be-lagam shaitani muskaan aur Arjun ka thande baraf ki tarah baitha hua laash jaisa wajood—Vaishali ne foran bhaamp liya ki uske peeche yahan kuch aisi baat hui hai jo theek nahi thi.

“Kuch… hua kya?” Vaishali ne jhijhakte hue pucha, kursii par baithte waqt uski navy-blue dress ka kapda thoda upar sarka toh usne jaldi se use theek kiya, taangein dhakne ke liye.

“Kuch nahi,” Vikram ne aage badhkar bina kisi jhijhak ke apna haath Vaishali ki nangi jaangh par rakh diya, jahan dress khatam ho rahi thi, uski soft skin par. Usne Arjun ki aankhon mein dekhte hue Vaishali se kaha, “Bas main aur Arjun mardon wali baatein kar rahe the. Kyun Arjun?”

Arjun ne plate mein rakhe tissue paper ko ghoorte hue bas itna kaha, “Haan… wahi sab.” Uska lund ab bhi sakht tha.

Vaishali ne foran Vikram ka haath apni jaangh se hatane ki koshish ki, par Vikram ki ungliyon ki giraft pathar jaisi mazboot thi. Uski nazrein Arjun ke jhuke hue chehre par thin. Vaishali ka dil dahal gaya—use samajhne mein der nahi lagi ki Vikram ne Arjun ke samne unke band kamre ki maryada ko bhi nilam kar diya hoga, uski chut ke baare mein bola hoga. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, Vikram ke haath se.

Suraj samundar mein doob chuka tha, aur shack ke charo taraf andhera phailne laga tha. Par us table par baitha har shakhs ek aise andhere mein dhasa hua tha jahan se bahar nikalne ka koi rasta ab kisi ko nazar nahi aa raha tha. Vikram ka haath ab bhi uski jaangh par tha, dheere dheere upar sarak raha tha.

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Beach shack se laute toh raat ke kareeb nau baj chuke the. Arjun bina kuch bole seedha apne connecting room mein chala gaya aur andar se kadi laga li.
Master suite ke andar aakar Vikram ne apni t-shirt utaari aur table par phone rakhte hue bola, “Main niche resort ke lounge se thodi der mein aata hoon, kuch zaroori calls aur ek do cheezein leni hain. Tu tab tak aaraam kar.”
Darwaza band hote hi Vaishali suite ke andar poori tarah akeli reh gayi.
Kamre mein AC ki halki gungunahat aur balcony se aati samundari lehron ki aawaz ke siva koi shor nahi tha. Vaishali bathroom gayi, garm paani se lamba shower liya aur din bhar ki dhoop, namak aur thakan ko badan se dhoya. Paani uske boobs, kamar, chut par behta raha. Par paani uske dimaag mein chal rahi aag ko nahi bujha paaya. Beach par Vikram ka Arjun ke samne woh be-lagam andaaz, pichhle teen dino ka ruka hua nasha, aur train ki berth par mili woh be-inteha garmahat… yeh sab uske andar ek ajeeb si bekarari paida kar rahe the. Uski chut geeli thi, ab bhi.
Uska mann jaanta tha ki kal kya hua tha, par aaj uska jism kisi aur hi raste par chal chuka tha. Usne khud ko samjhana chhod diya tha. Woh jaanti thi ki aaj raat kya hone wala hai—aur sabse badi baat yeh thi ki is baar woh khud is sab se bhaagna nahi chahti thi. Woh ready thi.
Bathroom se nikal kar usne suitcase ke sabse neeche rakhi woh kaali satin nighty nikaali. Kapda behad naram, makhmal jaisa aur translucent tha. Patle spaghetti straps the, aur lambai mushkil se uski jaanghon ke aadh tak aati thi. Uska gehra V-neck uske bhare hue seene, heavy boobs ke ubhar ko khol kar rakh raha tha. Nipples ka shape halka sa dikhta tha.
Usne use pehna. Thanda satin uske garm jism par chipak gaya, boobs ko tightly outline kiya, chut ke upar se chipka. Usne aaine mein dekha—maang mein sindoor tha, gale mein mangalsutra chamak raha tha, aur jism par yeh be-hadd naya libaas. Uski taangein nangi thin, hips wide. Usne halka sa body mist lagaya, baal khol kar kandhon par daale, aur sharm ke maare bed par rakhi ek thandi Kashmiri shawl ko apne kandhon aur seene ke chaaron taraf ache se lapet liya.
Usne suite ki main lights band kar deen, sirf bedside lamp ki dheemi, peeli roshni chhod di. Phir balcony ke kanch ke darwaze ke paas rakhi aaraam-kursi par chupchap baith kar samundar ko taakne lagi. Dil ki dhadkan har beette minute ke sath tez ho rahi thi. Uski chut geeli thi, nighty us par chipak rahi thi.
Lagbhag aadhe ghante baad suite ka darwaza khula.
Vikram andar aaya. Usne kamre ka dim mahol dekha, toh uske chehre par thoda tajjub hua. Usne aage badhkar wall switch se ceiling ki warm ambient light on ki. Kamra roshan hua, toh uski nazar samundar ki taraf muh kiye baithi Vaishali par padi.
“Meera?” Vikram ne achanak rukh badalte hue pucha.
Vaishali ne dhere se gardan ghuma kar uski taraf dekha. Uske gaal aag ki tarah tamtama uthe the, palkein jhuki hui thin. “Ji…”
Vikram ke kadam aage badhe. Uski teekhi, tajurbekar nazron ne foran bhaamp liya ki shawl ke neeche kuch alag hai. Woh aakar bilkul kursi ke samne khada ho gaya. Uski gehri, daavedaar nazrein Vaishali ke surkh chehre par tik gayin. Uska lund dheere se sakht ho raha tha.




“Yeh andhera kyun kiya hua tha?” Vikram ne dheemi, bhari aawaz mein pucha, uske honthon par ek aamirana muskaan aane lagi.
Vaishali se koi jawab nahi bana. Uske honth kaanpe, usne shawl ko thoda aur kaskar pakadne ki koshish ki, par uski jhijhak mein ab inkaar nahi tha—sirf ek be-panah sharm thi.
Vikram ne bina der kiye dono haath aage badhaye aur bade aahista se, par bilkul mazbooti ke sath uske kandhon se shawl ko pakad kar peeche kheench diya. Shawl phisalkar floor par gir gayi.
Roshni mein kaala satin chamak utha.
Gale ka gehra ubhaar, khule gore kandhe, heavy boobs ka shape translucent kapde se saaf, aur chhotay libaas se jhalakti hui uski nangi, bhari taangein—Vaishali ka pura jism jaise be-parda hokar roshan ho gaya tha. Usne ghabra kar dono haathon se apne seene ko chhipane ki koshish ki, par is koshish ne uske badan ke roop ko aur zyada ubhar diya tha. Cleavage gehra, nipples hard.
Vikram ki aankhein ek jhatke mein phail gayin. Uska apna jism tan gaya, saansein bhari ho gayin. Uska lund poora sakht ho gaya, jeans mein dikh raha tha. Ek 40 saal ki gharelu aurat ka yeh roop kisi bhi mard ke hosh udaane ke liye kaafi tha.
“Kamaal lag rahi hai tu…” Vikram ne aage badhkar apna bhari, garam haath uski nangi kamar par tika diya. Uski ungliyon ne satin ke kapde ko pakad kar use kursi se upar uthaya. “Maine kaha tha na, yeh kaala rang sirf tere liye bana hai. Kitni garam dikh rahi hai.”
Vaishali ne apni aankhein poori tarah band kar leen. Vikram ke badan ki taakat aur uska haq jatane wala sparsh uske seene mein garmahat bhar raha tha. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi. Usne sharm se laal hokar bas dheere se apna sar haan mein hila diya.
Koi inkaar nahi tha. Koi purani ghutan nahi thi.
Vaishali ne chupchap apne dono kaanpte hue haath Vikram ke chaude kandhon par rakh diye. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski pichhli zindagi, uski purani maryada ab bohot peeche chhoot chuki thi. Is samundar kinare, is naye libaas mein, usne bina kisi zabardasti ke, poori marzi se khud ko apne is naye, jawan shauhar ke aage samarpit kar diya tha. Uski saans tez thi, boobs uske seene se dab rahe the, aur woh jaanti thi aaj raat woh use rokenge nahi.




Vikram ne use aur kareeb kheench liya. Uska haath uski kamar par tha, satin ke upar se uski nangi skin mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne apna munh uske honthon par rakha. Kiss gehra tha. Uski jeebh uske honthon ko kholi, andar gayi, uski jeebh se mili. Smooch ki awaaz suite mein goonji—slurp, soft, wet. Vaishali ne kiss wapas kiya, dheere pehle, phir tez. Uski saans uske munh mein thi. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, nighty us par chipak rahi thi.

Vikram ne kiss toda aur uski gardan par honth rakhe. Chaata, phir daant gadaaye, dheere. Bite soft thi, lekin malikana. Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi moan nikli, “Mmm—” Usne inkaar nahi kiya. Uski ungliyan uske kandhon par thin, use pakad rahi thin. Woh apne aap ko de rahi thi.

“Bed par,” Vikram ne dheere se kaha. Usne use uthaya aur bed ki taraf le gaya. Vaishali ne pair rakhe, nighty upar sarki, taangein nangi. Vikram ne use bed par dhakel diya, naram, lekin firm. Vaishali peeth ke bal giri, satin uske jism par phisal gaya, boobs ubhar aaye, cleavage gehra.

Vikram uske upar jhuka. Uski aankhon mein woh alpha bhookh thi. Usne uske gale par phir kiss kiya, bite kiya, uske boobs ke upar se nighty ko neeche sarkaya, ek nipple ko munh mein liya, chusa. Vaishali ki peeth ubhar gayi. Soft moan, “Ahh—” Uski taangein dheere se khul rahi thin.

Vikram ne uske chehre ko dekha. Uski cheeks laal thin, aankhen aadhi band. Usne dheere se kaha, awaaz bhari, “Aaj tune mujhe khush kar diya. Aaj raat main tujhe randi ki tarah chodunga.”

Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Cheeks aur laal ho gaye. Uski saans tez thi. Uski chut geeli thi, nighty bheeg rahi thi. Usne dheere se kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui, “Aapko jaisa theek lage.”

Vikram muskuraya. Woh jaanta tha. Woh jaanta tha ki aaj woh khud chahiye thi. Khud ready hui thi. Khud nighty pehni thi. Khud shawl hataane diya. Woh uske liye khul chuki thi. Randi ki tarah chudne ke liye ready.

Usne uske honthon par phir kiss kiya, gehra, wet, smooch ki awaaz tez. Uski jeebh uske munh mein thi. Vaishali ne use pakda, uske baal mein ungliyan daali, kiss wapas kiya. Uski taangein uski hips ke gird kas gayi. Nighty upar sark gayi, uski chut uske jeans se chipak gayi, geeli.

Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Aaj raat tu meri hai. Poori. Randi ki tarah.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya, aankhen band, cheeks laal. Uski saans uske gale par thi. Woh jaanti thi. Aur woh mana nahi kar rahi thi. Uska jism uske liye khul chuka tha, aur aaj raat woh use poora degi.

Vikram ne uske honthon ko chusa, gehra, wet. Smooch ki awaaz suite mein goonj rahi thi—slurp, soft, tez. Uski jeebh uske munh mein thi, uski jeebh se mil rahi thi. Vaishali ne kiss wapas kiya, uske honthon ko kaata, dheere. Uski saans tez thi. Nighty ke straps uske kandhon se sarak rahe the.

Vikram ne ek strap neeche kiya, phir doosra. Nighty dheere se uske boobs tak sarki. Ek boob bahar aaya, bhaari, nipple hard. Usne use munh mein liya, chusa, daant se halka kaata. Vaishali ki peeth ubhar gayi. Soft moan, “Ahh—” Usne uska sir pakda, apne boobs par daba diya. “Aur…” usne dheere se kaha.

Vikram ne doosra boob bhi bahar nikala. Dono nange the, nighty unke neeche atki hui. Usne dono ko pakda, dabaya, ek ke baad ek chusa. Bite soft, malikana. Vaishali enjoy kar rahi thi. Uski ungliyan uske baalon mein thin. Usne uske kaan ko chaata, jeebh se, dheere. “Mmm—” Vikram ke munh se awaaz nikli.

“Kitne soft hain,” Vikram ne uske boobs ke beech kaha, awaaz bhari. “Randi ki tarah khul gayi hai tu.”

Vaishali ke cheeks laal the. Usne uski shirt ke buttons khole, dheere. Shirt utar gayi. Usne uske gale par kiss kiya, bite kiya, phir chest par. Daant gadaaye, chaata. Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne use dhakel diya, peeth ke bal bed par. Khud uske upar aa gayi. Nighty ab bhi uski kamar par thi, boobs nange, uske seene se dab rahe the.

Usne uske gale par kiss kiya, bite kiya, chest par jeebh pheri. Phir haath neeche le gayi, jeans ke upar. Lund sakht tha, garam. Usne use ragda, dheere, phir tez. Vikram muskuraya.

“Meera sach mein slut ban rahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz mein hasi. “Kahan se sikha? College wale boyfriend se?”

Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki, cheeks aur laal. Uski chut geeli thi, nighty bheeg rahi thi. Usne dheere se kaha, “Nahi… bas kuch videos dekhi… aapke liye.”

Vikram hasa. Uska lund uske haath mein aur sakht ho gaya. “Achha? Mere liye?”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Usne use phir dhakel diya, neeche. Khud uske upar jhuki. Jeans ka button khola, zip neeche ki. Lund bahar aaya, sakht, garam, uski ungliyon mein. Usne use pakda, dheere se upar neeche kiya. Vikram ki saans atak gayi.

“Ready hai,” usne dheere se kaha, uske kaan mein. Uski aankhen uske lund par thin, phir uski aankhon par. Cheeks laal, lekin inkaar nahi. Woh khud aage badh rahi thi. Uski chut geeli thi, nighty upar sarki hui, aur woh jaanti thi aaj raat woh use poora degi, randi ki tarah.


Vaishali ne Vikram ke lund ko apni ungliyon mein pakda hua tha aur uski hatheli mein woh garam, sakht cheez dheere dheere dhadak rahi thi. Nason se bhari hui thi, tip pehle se hi geela tha, aur uski skin uske soft haath ke against garam lag rahi thi. Usne dheere se upar dekha. Vikram ki aankhen us par thin, aadhi band, honth thode khule hue, saans tez aur garam uske chehre par gir rahi thi. Uske chehre par woh alpha bhookh thi jo use pehle se pata thi, lekin aaj usme kuch aur bhi tha—ek ajeeb si santushti jaise use pata ho ki aaj woh khud aayi hai, khud ready hui hai, khud nighty pehni hai.

Vaishali ke seene mein dhadkan tez thi. Sharm uske gaalon ko garam kar rahi thi, cheeks laal the, lekin uski chut geeli thi, black satin nighty us par chipak rahi thi, ras uski jaanghon par dheere dheere beh raha tha aur thandi hawa se uski skin par thandak lag rahi thi. Usne socha ki main kya kar rahi hoon, Arjun bagal wale kamre mein hai, deewar patli hai, woh sun sakta hai, lekin phir bhi usne sar jhukaya. Pehle sirf supade par apne honth rakhe. Garam skin uske soft honthon se mili aur usne aankhen band kar li. Phir jeebh bahar nikali aur tip ko dheere se chaata, ghumaya, neeche se upar, phir phir se, wet aur soft. Namak aur uski apni geeli chut ka halka swad mila. Uski saans atak gayi aur usne munh khola.

Lund dheere se uske honthon ke beech gaya. Mota tha, garam tha, uski jeebh ke upar se sarakta hua aur uske daanton ko chhuta hua. Vaishali ne usko aur andar liya, pehle aadha, phir thoda aur. Uski jeebh neeche se chal rahi thi, wet, uske shaft ko chaatti hui aur har baar jab woh bahar nikalti toh tip par ruk kar chusti. Uske gale ke paas pahuncha toh usne ruk gayi, naak se saans li, aankhen band, aur phir dheere bahar nikala. Honth tight the. Tip par ruk kar usne chusa, jeebh se ghumaya, neeche se chaata. Wet awaaz hui, slurp, soft, dheemi, aur suite ke andar goonj gayi. Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Uska haath uske baalon mein gaya aur dheere se dabaaya.

“Aur,” usne kaha, awaaz bhari aur garam.

Vaishali ne phir liya. Is baar gehra. Lund uske gale ke against gaya. Usne gag ki halki awaaz dabayi, aankhen paani se bhar gayi, aur phir bahar. Har baar jab woh bahar nikalti, uski jeebh tip ko ghumati, neeche se chaatti, phir andar. Uski thook uske lund par chamak rahi thi, uske honthon se beh rahi thi, chin par, seene tak, boobs ke upar. Usne ek haath se base pakda, dheere upar neeche kiya, doosre se uske balls ko dheere se dabaya. Soft the, garam the. Slow, wet, gehra. Uski saans tez thi. Uski chut aur geeli ho rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi yeh galat hai, lekin uska jism chah raha tha. Vikram chah raha tha. Aur aaj, sharm ke bawajood, woh bhi chah rahi thi.

Vikram ne uska sir pakda aur dheere se thrust kiya. Lund uske gale mein gaya, phir bahar, phir andar. Vaishali ne inkaar nahi kiya. Usne uske rhythm ke saath munh chalaya, honth tight, jeebh neeche se ragadti hui. Slurp, gulp, wet awaazein suite mein goonj rahi thin. Usne socha ki Arjun sun lega, lekin usne aur gehra liya. Tip ko chusa, jeebh se ghumaya, phir phir se andar. Uski ungliyan uske balls par thin, dheere, phir tez. Vikram ki kamar ubhar rahi thi.

“Kitni achhi chusti hai,” Vikram ne kaha, uske baal pakad kar. “Randi ki tarah. Kitna gehra le rahi hai. Teri chut bhi geeli hogi.”

Vaishali ne aankhen upar ki. Cheeks laal the, munh bhara hua tha, thook beh raha tha. Usne dheere se sir hilaaya. Phir aur gehra liya. Lund uske gale tak gaya, gag hui, aankhen paani se bhar gayi, aur phir bahar. Usne uske balls ko munh mein liya, ek ek karke, chusa, jeebh se, phir lund phir se. Vikram ki saans tez thi. Usne uske kaan mein kaha, “Aaj tu khud chah rahi hai.”

Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya. Usne lund aur gehra liya. Uski chut geeli thi, nighty bheeg rahi thi. Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin rok nahi rahi thi. Uski ungliyan uske thighs par kas gayi. Usne socha ki main ruk nahi pa rahi, aur main rukna bhi nahi chahti.

Vikram ne use uthaya. Lund uske munh se nikla, thook ki lambi dhaar uski chin se uske seene tak gayi. “Ab kuch alag,” usne kaha.

Vaishali ne saans li, honth geele. “Kya?”

Vikram ne nighty upar kheench di, panty side ki. Uski chut nangi thi, geeli, ras se chamakti hui, daane sujhe hue, lips khule. Usne ungli se chhua, dheere, phir andar daali. Vaishali ki peeth ubhar gayi. Soft moan nikli, “Ahh—” Usne uski ungliyon ko kas ke pakda. Vikram ne doosri ungli daali, tez chalayi. Vaishali ki taangein khul gayi, kamar hil rahi thi. “Mmm— ahh—”

“69,” Vikram ne kaha.

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Cheeks laal the. “Mujhe nahi pata.”

Vikram ne ungliyan tez ki. “Main dikhata hoon. Tu sirf kar.”

Vaishali ki chut aur geeli ho gayi. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. “Haan.”

Vikram let gaya. Vaishali uske upar aayi, ulti. Uski chut uske munh ke upar. Usne uska lund pakda aur munh mein liya. Vikram ne uski chut ko chaata, jeebh se, gehra. Vaishali ki moan uske lund ke around dabi. Usne gehra liya. Vikram ki jeebh uske andar thi. Ras uske munh mein.

Vaishali ne chusa, upar neeche, honth tight. Uski kamar hil rahi thi. Usne balls ko chusa, phir lund gehra. Vikram ne daane ko chusa, jeebh se andar. Vaishali ki moan tez thi. Uski chut uske munh par geeli ho rahi thi.

“Randi,” Vikram ne kaha. “Kitni geeli hai.”

Vaishali ne lund aur gehra liya. Gale tak. Gag. Aankhen band. Thook beh raha tha. Uski kamar tez hil rahi thi. Dono ki saans tez thi. Wet awaazein. Moan. Slurp. Suite mein sirf yahi tha. Vaishali jaanti thi Arjun sun sakta hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Uska jism chah raha tha. Vikram chah raha tha. Aur aaj, sharm ke bawajood, woh bhi chah rahi thi. Poora. Munh se. Chut se. Ek saath.

Usne phir se gehra liya, tip ko chusa, jeebh se ghumaya, balls ko munh mein liya, phir lund gale tak. Vikram ne uski chut ko tez chaata, daane ko chusa, jeebh andar daali. Vaishali ki kamar tez hil rahi thi, moan dabi hui, thook beh raha tha. Usne socha ki main aa rahi hoon, lekin usne nahi roka. Vikram ne uski chut ko aur tez chusa. Vaishali ki taangein kaanp rahi thin. Usne lund aur gehra liya. Dono garam the. Wet awaazein tez thin. Suite ke andar sirf unki saans, unki moan, unki wet awaazein thin. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Sharm thi. Lekin woh chah rahi thi. Aur woh de rahi thi.



Vaishali ka jism ab bhi kaanp raha tha jab dono bed par gir gaye. Uski chut Vikram ke munh par geeli thi, ras uske chehre aur chin par beh raha tha, aur uska lund uske munh se nikal chuka tha, garam virya uske gale aur honthon par chipka hua. Usne saans li, tez, tooti hui, aur uska jism Vikram ke upar pada hua tha, nanga, geela, nighty ab bhi uski kamar par atki hui. Vikram ne uske maathe par dheere se kiss kiya, phir uske honthon par, thook aur ras dono milte hue. Usne uske baalon mein haath daala aur dheere se kaha, awaaz mein hasi aur santushti, “Aaj tu sach mein randi ban gayi hai meri.” Vaishali ne aankhen nahi kholi. Cheeks laal the, sharm uske seene mein thi, lekin usne sir hila diya, dheere. Uski chut ab bhi dukh rahi thi, aching, ras uski jaanghon par thandi hawa se sukh raha tha.

Vikram uth gaya. Usne use pakda, uski kamar se, aur use bed ke kinare le gaya. Vaishali ne pair zameen par rakhe, taangein kaanp rahi thin. Usne use ghuma diya, peeth ki taraf, aur uski chut ko dono haathon se failaya. Lips khule the, geele, sujhe hue, ras se chamakte hue, andar se garam. Vaishali ne gasp kiya, awaaz tez, “Ahh—” Uski chut ne uski ungliyon ko mehsoos kiya aur woh jaanti thi use aur chahiye. Usne apna haath neeche le gayi, apni chut ko ragda, dheere pehle, phir tez, daane ko ungliyon se. Ras uski ungliyon par aaya, geela, garam.

“Kya hua meri biwi ko?” Vikram ne pucha, uske kaan ke bilkul paas, awaaz bhari. “Mera lund chahiye?”

Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Cheeks aur laal ho gaye. Uski awaaz kaanpti hui nikli, dheemi. “Haan… please.”

Vikram hasa, dheere, alpha. Usne apna lund pakda, jo phir se sakht ho chuka tha, garam, nason se bhara hua, aur uski chut par set kiya. Supada geeli daane se chhua. Usne ek heavy dhakka maara. Lund poora andar chala gaya, gehra, uske pet tak, uski deewar ko kholta hua. Vaishali ki moan tez nikli, “Ahh—!” Usne bedsheet ko dono haathon se pakad liya. Vikram ne uske baal pakde, kas ke, doosra haath uski dono kalaiyon ko pakad kar peeche kheench liya. Usne use doggy mein pakda aur tez chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap thap. Lund bahar aata, tip tak, phir andar, gehra, raw, uski chut se wet awaaz nikal rahi thi. Ras uski jaanghon par beh raha tha, bedsheet par gir raha tha. Vaishali ki moan tez thi, tooti hui, “Ahh— mmm— aur—” Uski peeth ubhar rahi thi, boobs hil rahe the, nighty uski kamar par atki hui, straps uske kandhon se sarak chuke the.

Vikram ne uske baal aur kas ke pakde. “Randi ki tarah chud rahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz bhari, garam. Usne tez dhakke maare, heavy, deep. Thap thap thap. Bed hil raha tha, lohe ki awaaz. Vaishali ki saans tooti hui thi. Usne socha ki Arjun bagal mein hai, deewar patli hai, woh sun lega uski moan, thap thap, lekin usne nahi roka. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, deewar kas rahi thi, ras aur beh raha tha. Vikram ne uski kalaiyon ko aur peeche kheench liya, uski peeth aur ubhar gayi, aur usne aur tez chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap thap. Wet, heavy, raw. Usne uske kaan mein kaha, “Aaj tu poori meri hai.”

Phir usne use uthaya. Lund ab bhi andar tha, gehra. Usne use peeche se pakda, uski kamar se, aur dheere dheere chalne laga. Vaishali ke pair zameen par the, lekin uske thrust ke saath woh aage badh rahi thi. Har dhakka uske pet tak ja raha tha, uski moan dabi hui, “Ahh—” Uske pair tharthara rahe the, lekin woh chal rahi thi, uske saath. Vikram ne uski chut ko chodte hue use glass wall tak le gaya. Usne use dhakel diya. Vaishali ka nanga jism glass se chipak gaya, boobs dab gaye, nipples hard, thandi glass uski garam skin se mili. Uska chehra glass se chipka hua tha, saans garam, thook aur ras uske honthon se glass par. Vikram ne uske baal pakde, uski ek taang uthayi, aur peeche se tez chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap. Lund gehra andar, uski chut se ras glass par beh raha tha. Vaishali ki moan tez thi, uska jism glass se chipka hua, kaanp raha tha. “Ahh— mmm— dheere nahi—”





Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, awaaz bhari, “Aaj tu randi hai. Poori.” Usne aur tez dhakke maare, heavy, deep, uski chut ko bharta hua. Vaishali ki aankhen band thin, cheeks laal, lekin uska jism uske saath hil raha tha. Glass thandi thi, uska jism garam, lund andar, wet awaazein, moan, thap thap. Woh jaanti thi yeh honeymoon hai, Arjun bagal mein hai, lekin aaj woh mana nahi kar rahi thi. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, aur woh use poora le rahi thi, glass par, nangi, geeli, ready. Vikram ne uski doosri taang bhi uthayi, uska poora wazan uske upar, aur usne aur gehra chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap thap. Vaishali ki moan ab tez thi, tooti hui, uska jism kaanp raha tha. Usne socha ki main aa rahi hoon, phir se, lekin usne nahi roka. Uski chut ne uske lund ko kas ke pakda, deewar tez, ras aur beh raha tha. Vikram ne aakhri tez, gehre dhakke maare. Ek. Do. Teen. Raw. Lund poora andar dhasa, uske pet tak. Usne uski jaanghon ko kas ke pakda aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht hua. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, lambi dhaar mein, gehra. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi, kaanpti moan uske gale se nikli, “Ahh—” Dono ki saans tez thi, glass par gir rahi thi. Vaishali ka jism glass se chipka hua tha, nanga, geela, uske virya se bhari. Vikram uske peeche khada tha, lund ab bhi andar, dheere dheere naram hota hua. Usne uske gale par kiss kiya, dheere. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Sharm thi. Lekin uska jism ab bhi uske liye garam tha. Aur aaj raat, glass par, woh poori uski thi.




Glass se alag hone ke baad bhi raat khatam nahi hui thi. Vikram ne use uthaya, uska jism ab bhi geela tha, virya uski jaanghon par beh raha tha, aur use bed par le gaya. Vaishali ne saans li, tez, lekin usne mana nahi kiya. Uski chut dukh rahi thi, lekin uske andar ek ajeeb si bhookh thi jo ab tak nahi gayi thi. Vikram ne use peeth ke bal litaya, uske upar aaya, aur phir se andar gaya. Slow pehle, phir tez. Vaishali ki taangein uski hips ke gird kas gayi. Usne uske gale par kiss kiya, uske honthon ko chusa, aur uske saath hilti rahi. “Ahh—” dabi moan uske munh mein kho gayi. Vikram ne uske boobs pakde, nipple ko munh mein liya, aur deep thrust maare. Bed hil raha tha. Vaishali ne socha, main ruk nahi pa rahi, aur main rukna bhi nahi chahti.
Thodi der baad Vikram ne use uthaya aur chair par baitha diya. Khud uske upar aa gaya. Vaishali ne uska lund pakda aur apni chut par set kiya. Dheere se baithi, poora andar. Usne gasp kiya. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur neeche se thrust kiya. Vaishali ne uske kandhon par haath rakhe, uske baalon mein ungliyan daali, aur upar neeche hone lagi. Slow pehle, phir tez. Uski moan ab dheemi nahi thi. “Ahh— mmm—” Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, ras uski jaanghon par beh raha tha. Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Ab tu khud chah rahi hai.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya, cheeks laal, lekin usne tez kiya. Chair ki awaaz, unki saans, wet awaazein suite mein goonj rahi thin.




Floor par bhi gaye. Vikram ne use neeche litaya, uske pair uthaye, aur andar gaya. Deep, heavy. Vaishali ki peeth carpet se ragad rahi thi, lekin usne use pakda, uske gale par daant gadaaye, aur uske saath hili. “Aur,” usne dheere se kaha. Vikram ne tez kiya. Thap thap. Usne uske baal pakde, uske honthon ko chusa, aur uske andar aaya. Vaishali ki aankhen band thin. Sharm ab bhi thi, lekin uska jism uske liye khul chuka tha.
Bathroom mein bhi. Shower ke neeche. Garam paani unke jism par beh raha tha. Vikram ne use wall se chipkaya, uski ek taang uthayi, aur peeche se andar gaya. Vaishali ne glass pakad liya. Paani uske boobs par beh raha tha, uski moan tez thi. “Ahh—” Vikram ne uske gale par bite kiya, uske boobs pakde, aur tez chodna shuru kiya. Vaishali ne peeche haath badhaya, uske hips pakde, aur uske saath hili. Uski chut geeli thi, paani se aur uske ras se. Usne socha, main isko chah rahi hoon. Ab. Poora. Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Ab tu meri hai.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Paani ke neeche, usne use poora liya, moan karti hui, uske saath, bina roke.
Raat bhar aise hi chali. Bed par, chair par, floor par, bathroom mein. Kabhi woh upar, kabhi woh neeche. Kabhi slow, kabhi tez. Vaishali ne har baar use andar liya. Sharm thi, lekin uska jism ab uske liye bhookha tha. Aur aaj raat, usne khud use diya. Poora.



Subah ki dhoop suite ke pardo se andar aa rahi thi jab Vaishali ki aankh khuli. Uska jism dukh raha tha. Raat bhar ke mating ke nishaan ab bhi uske andar the—uski chut geeli aur sore, jaanghon par sukha hua ras, gale aur boobs par bite marks. Vikram uske bagal mein soya hua tha, ek haath uski nangi kamar par. Vaishali ne dheere se uthne ki koshish ki. Usne black nighty theek ki, jo ab bhi uske jism par chipki hui thi, aur bathroom chali gayi. Mirror mein usne khud ko dekha—baal bikhre, honth sujhe, aankhon mein thakan aur sharm. Usne nahaaya, garam paani se raat ka nishaan dhoya, lekin jism ab bhi uski yaad se garam tha.

[Rinkp219]

Wow..........


Superb fantastic update Bhai........

Gand opening ka intezar hai......

Beta ko bhi moka milega kya..?...


Dekhte hai aage aage kya hota hai......

Waiting Bhai......

[Rinkp219]

Bas mujhe ek cheez kami lagta hai....


Aap kisi bhi famale ka navel(navi) details nahi deto ho...q
Jo ki navi ek sensitive part hai body ka ....

Waiting........
Maa bani classmate 2
ka bhi intezar hai......

[Sexone]

Just mind-blowing update, definitely want to see vaishali more in action and pregnant. Losing mom creates heavy blow to any son but it's sexy tragedy..

I feel this story is epitome of cuckson tragedy story and unique plot.

[Rajendra karka]

Waaa bahi gajab story bahut hi gajab

Mind-blowing