Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

[Joker44]

Soham aaram se drawing room me sofa par baitha newspaper padh raha tha. Aam subah ka ek scene lag raha tha, jaise har din hota hai. Ghar me sab apne kaam me lage the, aur koi bhi nahi jaanta tha ki ek bada khel chal raha hai, ek aisi saazish jo sirf ek chhupa insaan jaanta tha—Soham.
Uske haath me garam chai ka cup tha, lekin uska dhyaan akhbaar se zyada apne phone pe tha. Woh kisi khaas message ka intezaar kar raha tha.
Uska phone ek halki vibration se chamka. Ek naya message aaya.
Usne bina kisi jaldi ke, apna chai ka cup table pe rakha, newspaper neeche kiya aur phone uthaya.
Sender ka naam dekh ke uske hothon pe ek ajeeb si smirk aa gayi—Sharad Shukla.
Jounpur ka bada don, Mirzapur ka dushman, ek aadmi jo sirf paisa aur power se matlab rakhta tha.
Soham ne message open kiya.
"Dekh, tere plan ka pehla kadam kaam kar gaya. Lagta hai ab agla move karne ka waqt aa gaya hai."
Message ke saath ek zip file attached thi.
Soham ne file open ki, aur jo dekha uske andar ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhar gaya. Woh tasveerein thi jo sirf ek ghante pehle ki thi.
Pehli photo—Munna ne Pranali ko apni baahon me kheench rakha tha, uske haathon ki majbooti se dikh raha tha ki woh resist toh kar rahi thi, par poori tarah nahi.
Dusri photo—Munna ne uske honthon par apne hoth rakh diye the, ek deep kiss jisme Munna ka confidence aur Pranali ka struggle dikh raha tha.
Teesri photo—Pranali usse alag hone ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin uske aankhon me ek ajeeb sa confusion tha.
Chauthi photo—Munna ke haath ab bhi uski kamar pe the, aur Pranali bas ek second pehle usse alag hui thi.
Soham dheere dheere saare photos scroll karta raha, har photo ek naya saboot tha ki jo woh chahta tha, woh ho raha tha.
Phir usne messages bhi padhe. Yeh pehli baar nahi tha jab Sharad ne uske saath kuch aise secrets share kiye ho.
Lekin ab tak yeh sirf ek idea tha, ek shakk tha, ek andaza tha. Ab yeh sachai ban chuka tha.
Soham ke hothon pe ek halka sa smirk aaya. Usne phone lock kiya, phir se newspaper utha liya jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Ghar me koi bhi nahi jaanta tha ki ek insaan jo seedha-saada bank manager dikh raha tha, woh apni hi patni ka poora khel control kar raha tha.
Soham ne newspaper ke panno ko palta, jaise ab koi jaldi nahi thi. Ab usko bas dekhna tha ki yeh khel aage kaise badhta hai.
Uska plan kaam kar raha tha. Aur Munna, jo soch raha tha ki woh shikaar kar raha hai, asli shikaar toh Munna khud banne wala tha.
Soham ne ek gehri saans li, phir apna cup uthaya aur ek sip li, jaise ek jeet ka swad chakh raha ho.