Adultery Unchaha safar: The unwanted Journey of my honeymoon

[Joker44]

Shrutika dheere-dheere apne room ki taraf badh rahi thi, uska dimaag ab bhi confusion, guilt aur shock se bhara hua tha. Uske har kadam ke saath, uske mann mein sirf ek hi baat chal rahi thi—yeh sab kaise ho gaya? Yeh uski honeymoon thi, uske husband ke saath bitane ka waqt tha, lekin jo raat gujari thi, usme sirf sharm, laachari aur majboori thi.

**Is beech, doosri taraf...**  

Aarav aur Abdul ne uske husband ko call kiya. Phone bajte hi, uske husband ne haste hue call uthaya.  

"Kya sirji, maja aaya na?" Aarav ne teasing tone mein kaha. "Aapke liye jo special show ready kiya tha, uska full entertainment mila?"  

Uske husband ne haste hue jawab diya, "Bohot badiya! Aaj ka show dekh kar to dil khush ho gaya. Tum log apna kaam badhiya karte ho."  

Abdul ne hasi ke saath bola, "Bhai paisa ready rakhna, kyunki jo raat aaj tumhare liye arrange ki thi, aage bhi aisi aur cheezein possible hain. Bas bata dena, kya service chahiye?"  

Husband ne casual tone mein kaha, "Haan haan, dekhenge aage ka plan. Jab tak main bataun, Shrutika ke paas mat phatakna. Abhi ke liye bas itna kaafi hai."  

Call cut ho gaya, aur dono ladke ek dusre ko dekh kar muskurane lage.  

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**Dusri taraf, Shrutika apne room ke darwaze tak pahunch chuki thi.**  

Usne dheere se darwaza khola aur dekha ki uska husband araam se bed par so raha tha, jaise kuch bhi nahi hua ho. Woh itna clueless tha, usse bilkul bhi nahi pata tha ki uski wife kaha thi, kya ho raha tha, aur kis haalat mein wapas aayi thi.  

Shrutika ki aankhon mein aansu the. Uska mann kar raha tha ki zor se cheekh kar bole, sach bata de, lekin woh jaanti thi ki kuch bhi kehne ka koi faayda nahi. Woh ab kisi bhi tarah se is situation se bach nahi sakti thi.  

Uska husband, jo uska honeymoon partner tha, sirf ek baar uske saath intimate hua tha... aur ab woh bechaini se so raha tha. Lekin wahi doosri taraf, sirf kuch ghanton pehle, woh ladke—jo uske husband ke connection se aaye the—uske saath jo chahe kar chuke the. Uski virginity sirf ek shaadi ke liye thi, lekin uski sabse badi laaj wo ladke cheen chuke the, jo ab haste hue call par baatein kar rahe the.  

Uske andar guilt, sharam aur dukh ka ek tufaan chal raha tha. Usne bina koi awaaz kiye apna dupatta sir pe daala aur dheere se bed ke doosre side let gayi. Uska husband waha shanti se so raha tha, bilkul clueless ki uski wife ab sirf uski nahi rahi.  

Thak ke chuur Shrutika ne apni aankhein band ki, lekin har ek yaad uske dimaag mein baar-baar flash ho rahi thi—woh haath jo uske sharir par chale, woh zabardasti jo uske saath ki gayi, aur woh beizzati jo uske andar guilt ban chuki thi.  

Lekin sabse badi baat yeh thi ki yeh sirf ek shuruwaat thi… aage kya hone wala tha, uska use bhi nahi pata tha.



Shrutika, ab bhi bed par behaal leti hui thi, uske chehre par ek ajeeb si shanti thi, jo sirf uski thakaan aur guilt ka nishan thi. Use bilkul bhi andaza nahi tha ki uski zindagi ka sabse bada dhokha uske bilkul paas tha—uska apna pati, Soham, jo uski izzat aur vishwas ka mazaak bana chuka tha.

Soham ne dheere se apni aankhein kholi. Uska chehra ek ajeeb si ghatiya muskaan se chamak utha, jaise koi apne plan ka har kadam safalta se hota dekh raha ho. Usne apne phone ko uthaya aur Aarav aur Abdul ke bheje gaye videos ko phir se play kiya. Videos me Shrutika ki laachari aur uski sharirik haalat ko dekh kar Soham ke chehre par ek twisted si khushi thi.

“Wah, Shrutika,” usne dheere se kaha, jaise apne mann mein usse baat kar raha ho. “Tumhe toh pata bhi nahi, yeh sab tumhare apne pati ka plan tha. Tumhare jitne masoom aur lajawaab pal the, ab woh sab mere control mein hain. Tum samajhti ho ki tum ek galti ki shikar ho gayi, lekin yeh toh sirf shuruaat thi.”

Usne video ko zoom karke Shrutika ke laachari bhare expressions dekhe aur khud se bola, “Dekho na, kaise tumhare masoom chehre pe dar aur sharam ke emotions hain. Lekin mujhe toh yeh aur bhi zyada maza de raha hai. Tumhare jese khoobsurat aur seedhi ladki ke saath, yeh khel aur lamba chalega.”

Usne dheere se Shrutika ki taraf dekha, jo abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi, uski sansein halka sa tez chal rahi thi, jaise uska sharir ab bhi un dardnaak palon se guzar raha ho. Soham bed se utha, apne phone ko haath mein lete hue uske paas aaya. Uski nazar Shrutika ke chehre se lekar uske poore sharir par ghoom rahi thi, jo ab tak un ladkon ki chhodi hui nishaniyon se bhara hua tha.

“Shrutika,” usne halki awaaz mein kaha, jaise uske paas baitha ho aur uske baare mein soch raha ho, “tum toh sochti ho ki yeh sab ek galti thi, lekin mujhe dekh kar kitna maza aaya hai yeh sab. Tumhe kya lagta hai, tum sirf meri ho? Ab toh tumhare jese chand si ladki ke husn ka maza aur bhi log lenge.”

Usne apne phone ki screen par video ko phir se play kiya, Aarav aur Abdul ke moves dekhte hue, aur bola, “Dekho na, kaise tumhare shareer ka har kona unhone explore kiya, aur tum kuch nahi kar sakin. Mujhe toh aur bhi zyada maza tab aayega jab yeh sab doosre log bhi dekhenge. Tum toh ek showpiece ho, Shrutika. Abhi toh honeymoon shuru hua hai. Ab dekho, kaise tumhare husn ka maza sab log lete hain.”

Usne Shrutika ke baalon ko halki ungliyon se hataya, aur uske chehre ke paas jhuk kar bola, “Dar mat, meri jaan. Tumhare pati ne hi tumhare liye yeh sab plan kiya hai. Tumhe toh chand tak le jayenge log, aur tumhare har ang ka maza log le lenge. Aur tum bas yaha leti rahogi, apni laachari mein.”

Soham khud se itna khush tha ki uska chehra aur bhi ganda lag raha tha. Usne ek aur video play ki, apne andar ki ghatiya khushi ko aur zyada enjoy karte hue bola, “Yeh bas shuruat hai. Abhi toh aur bhi maja aayega.”

Shrutika ab bhi apne guilt aur sharm ke saath so rahi thi, usse bilkul andaza nahi tha ki uska apna pati hi uski zindagi ko ek tamasha banane ki tayari kar raha hai.