Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Shaam dhal chuki thi. Srivalli apne kamre me akeli baithi thi, mann me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi. Kal raat jo hua, uski yaadein ab bhi taza thi. Jolly Reddy ki wo besharmi, uske haathon ka waise chhuna, uski aakhon ka har jagah se usko tapna, sab kuch. Uska mann ab bhi kaanp raha tha. Uske badan par ab bhi kal ki nishaniyan thi—honthon par ek halka sa laal nishan, gale ke paas ek chhupi hui chot, jo sirf usko pata thi. Usne aaj ek haldi rang ki cotton saree pehni thi, jo uske tan se chipak rahi thi. Uske ghane, lambe baal ek chhoti si clip se bandh rakhe the. Uska sindoor halka sa utra hua tha, bindi dhundhli lag rahi thi jaise uske mann ka haal dikh rahi ho.
Tabhi bahar ek kaali SUV aakar rukti hai. Engine ki aawaz sunte hi Srivalli ka dil ek pal ke liye thama. Andar se wahi shaitaan utaarta hai—Jolly Reddy. Safed, tight-fitting shirt, oopar ke do button khule hue, aankhon par kaale sunglass, haath me mehenga watch, aur chalne ka style jaise koi sheher ka badmash ho. Dheere dheere, apni masti bhari chaal chalte hue, woh ghar ke andar daakhil hota hai. Uski aankhen sabse pehle Srivalli ko talash karti hai. Jaise hi uski nazar uspar padti hai, usne apne sunglass halka sa neeche karke uska poora sharir ek baar scan kiya. Jeebh se hoth gile kiye, fir ek kamini si muskurahat di. Srivalli ne turant apna pallu thoda aur aage kheench liya. Woh uski gandi nazaron se apne aapko chhupana chahti thi, lekin woh jaanti thi ki Jolly Reddy ki nazar kapdon ke paar bhi dekh sakti thi.
Jolly Reddy haskar bola, “Arrey bhabhi, aise sharma rahi ho jaise koi naye rishtedaar aaye ho.” Uski besharmi Srivalli ke sharir me ek ajeeb si ghin bhar rahi thi. Usne ek laal-rang ka invitation card Srivalli ki maa ke haath me diya, “Badi party rakh raha hoon, sabko aana hai.” Srivalli ki maa haste hue boli, “Arey wah, ye toh badi achi baat hai beta! Srivalli ko bhi bula rahe ho na?” Jolly ne muskurate hue kaha, “Arrey maa, bhabhi nahi aayengi toh party adhuri lagengi.” Uska lafz "bhabhi" uske mann me ek ajeeb si sughbugahat bhar raha tha.
Fir usne ek aur card nikala aur Srivalli ke haath me rakha. Uska haath jaan bujh kar uske haath se takraya. Srivalli ki saansein tez ho gayi, haath kaanp gaye. Jolly Reddy dheere se uske bilkul kareeb aaya, apni saans uske kaan ke bilkul paas le gaya, aur dheere se bola, “Jab sab party ka maza lenge… tab mai teri jawani ka maza lunga, bhabhi.” Srivalli ke pair ek pal ke liye hil nahi rahe the. Uska sharir thanda pad raha tha, mann panic mode me chala gaya. Jolly Reddy peeche hata, ek mast smile di, aur apne sunglass wapas chadha liye. Sabke samne natak karte hue bola, “Toh maa, bhabhi ko zaroor bhejiyega! Party ki jaan honi chahiye na!” Srivalli ki maa bhi boli, “Haan beta, jana toh chahiye. Achi party hogi!” Srivalli bas ek kathputli ki tarah khadi thi. Uske hoth band ho chuke the. Woh mana nahi kar sakti thi. Jolly Reddy phir ek pal ke liye Srivalli ki taraf dekha, uski saree ke pallu ko ek baar fir taaka, aur bina kuch kahe nikal gaya.
Uske jaate hi Srivalli ke pair ladkhadane lage. Usne turant apne haath ka invitation table pe rakh diya, jaise uspar chhu jane se bhi usko ghin aa rahi ho. Uska mann cheekh raha tha, par awaaz andar hi daba li. Jolly Reddy ne khul kar announce kar diya tha ki uski party sirf ek bahana hai. Uska asli maqsad sirf Srivalli thi. Party ki raat ek naya toofaan le kar aane wali thi. Srivalli phir se ussi jaal me fasne wali thi… ya is baar kuch alag hoga?



Jolly Reddy jaate jaate ek aur bada natak kar gaya. Jaise hi usne invitation card diye, usne ek aur cheez nikal li—ek bada sa gift box. Usne hansi maarke sabke taraf dekha aur bola, “Party sirf maza karne ke liye nahi hoti, thoda shaan dikhane ka bhi mauka hota hai. Toh yeh sabke liye chhoti si gift.”
Sab log ekdum excited ho gaye. Jolly Reddy ne har kisi ke liye naye kapde laaye the, jo uski party me pehne jaane wale the. Srivalli ki maa bhi hasi, “Arey beta, itna sab kyon laaye?”
Jolly ne aankh maar ke bola, “Maa, aap sab toh mere apne ho! Toh apne logon ke liye dil bada hi hota hai.” Fir ek ek karke gifts baante gaye. Maa ke liye ek achha silk ka suit tha, aur baaki sabko bhi unke pasand ke hisaab se naye kapde mile. Sab log khush the, has rahe the, taali baj rahi thi. Lekin Srivalli ka mann ek alag hi tension me tha. Usse dar tha ki Jolly ne uske liye kya socha hoga.
Phir Jolly Reddy ne ek khaas gift box uthaya, jo sabse bada tha, aur dheere se Srivalli ki taraf badhaya. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi, jaise woh pehle se jaanta ho ki Srivalli isse lene me kitni asahaj mehsoos karegi.
“Yeh tumhare liye hai, bhabhi,” usne dheere se kaha, aur jaise hi Srivalli ne haath badhaya, Jolly Reddy ne jaan bujh kar uska haath chhua. Srivalli ne turant haath kheench liya, par gift uske haathon me aa chuka tha. Uska chehra pehle se zyada zard pad gaya.
Uski maa excited ho gayi, “Arey Srivalli, khol ke toh dekh kya hai!”
Srivalli ne dheere se wrapping hatai, aur jaise hi andar ka kapda dekha, uska chehra ekdum shock se bhar gaya. Ek gehri laal rang ki designer saree thi, jo uske hamesha ke simple cotton saree se bilkul alag thi.
Yeh koi aam saree nahi thi. Kapda halka tha, itna patla ki hawa me hilte hi sharir se chipak jaye. Saree ka laal rang itna gehra tha ki ek dum chhuba dene wala. Border me chamakte hue golden embroidery thi, jo ise aur bhi glamorous bana rahi thi. Lekin sabse bada jhatka tha iski blouse—jo aadhi sleeves aur peeth bilkul khuli thi. Blouse ka gala deep cut tha, jo uske sada-sudha kapdon ke bilkul vipreet tha.
Srivalli ne ek jhatke me saree bandh kar dubara box me daal di. Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha.
Uske pehle ki koi aur kuch kahe, Jolly Reddy Srivalli ke bilkul paas aaya, itna ki uski garam saans uske kaan ke paas mehsoos ho rahi thi. Dheere se, sirf Srivalli ke sunne layak bola, “Yeh sirf ek kapda nahi hai, bhabhi... yeh ek shringar hai jo sirf mere liye kiya jayega.”
Uske badan me ek jhijhor si daud gayi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi, aur haath paseene se bhar gaye. Jolly thoda peeche hata, phir bade maskhare andaz me bola, “Party ki jaan sirf nach-gane se nahi badhti, jab bhabhi jaise haseen log naye andaaz me aate hai tabhi asli maza aata hai.”
Sab log haste rahe, kyunki unke liye yeh sirf ek sharif majak tha. Lekin Srivalli ke liye yeh ek khulasa tha ki Jolly Reddy ki party sirf shor sharaba nahi, balki uske liye ek aur raat ka jaal tha. Usne ek jhatke me gift uthaya aur andar chali gayi. Jolly Reddy ki muskurahat aur bhi gehri ho gayi.
Sab party ke liye khush the, lekin Srivalli ke liye yeh ek aur shikanja ban chuka tha. Kya woh party me jaayegi? Kya woh yeh saree pehengi? Ya is baar woh koi aur raasta dhoondh legi?

Jolly Reddy chala gaya, lekin Srivalli ke dil ki dhadkane ab bhi tez thi. Uske kaan ab bhi usi ek sentence me atke the—"Jab sab party ka maza lenge… tab mai teri jawani ka maza lunga, bhabhi." Uske haath ab bhi thande pad rahe the, aur maano sharir se jaan nikal rahi ho. Sabke chehre par khushi thi, lekin Srivalli andar se sirf dukh aur dar mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Usne bina kisi se kuch kahe, seedha apne kamre me jaake darwaza bandh kar diya. Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Saamne rakha laal saree ka gift box uske liye ek zeher ke samaan lag raha tha. Usne ek gehri sans li, haath me phone uthaya aur Pushpa ka number dial kiya.
Phone teen baar bajta raha, aur fir Pushpa ki awaaz aayi—"Arey Srivalli, kaise yaad kiya?"
Srivalli ki aankhon me paani aa gaya. Woh bas ek pal ke liye apna sab dukh bhool kar usi mardana awaaz me sukoon dhoondhna chahti thi. Usne apni awaaz sambhalte hue pyaar se kaha, “Bas aise hi yaad aayi thi… kab aa rahe ho?”
Pushpa ne ek pal ke liye chup hokar kaha, "Thoda aur waqt lagega, kuch din aur ruko, kaam chalu hai."
Srivalli ka mann ekdum bhari ho gaya. Woh sab kuch kehna chahti thi—jo Jolly Reddy ne uske saath kiya, jo video uske paas hai, jo har din ka dar hai—lekin phir bhi chup rahi. Woh nahi chahti thi ki Pushpa jung me pad jaye, khoon kharaba ho, log mare jaayein.
Woh chahti thi ki Pushpa sirf wapas aaye, uske paas rahe, sab normal ho jaaye. Lekin normal ab kuch nahi tha. Uske izzat ki chabhi Jolly Reddy ke haath me thi, aur uska ek bhi galat kadam sab kuch barbaad kar sakta tha.
Usne ek halka sa hasna dikhaya aur kaha, "Tumhari yaad aayi thi bas. Jolly Reddy yaha aaya tha, usne ek party rakhi hai, sabko bulaya hai."
Pushpa ne ek hasi di, "Arey wah! Jaroor jao. Jolly ne yaha mera khub naach bandobast kiya hai, tum bhi jaake milke aao sabko."
Srivalli ek pal ke liye blank ho gayi. Pushpa ko bilkul bhi andaza nahi tha ki uski jaan kis haalat me hai. Woh keh raha tha ki party enjoy karo, lekin Jolly Reddy ne toh yeh party sirf uske liye rakhi thi—ek naya jaal bichane ke liye.
Srivalli ne bas dheere se “Haan…” kaha, aur phone rakh diya. Usne apna sir neeche gira diya, aankhon se paani girne laga. Uske saamne wahi laal saree ka dabba padha tha, jo sirf ek kapda nahi, Jolly Reddy ka ek ganda irada tha.
Ab party ki raat aane wali thi, aur Srivalli jaane ko majboor thi.



Agle din subah Srivalli ka mann ab bhi uljha hua tha. Usne raat bhar neend ki koshish ki thi, lekin Jolly Reddy ki woh gandi baatein, uski besharmi bhari aankhein, aur uske haathon ka chhuna baar-baar yaad aa raha tha. Uska dil chahta tha ki yeh party na ho, yeh din hi na aaye, lekin ab woh jaane se bach nahi sakti thi.
Shaam hone se pehle Srivalli apni maa aur saas ke saath baithi thi. Uske mann me ek umeed thi ki shayad woh dono uske saath chalein, shayad woh akeli na ho, shayad Jolly Reddy ke samne uski maa ya saas ho toh woh tameez me rahe.
Lekin uski maa ne haath jodte hue kaha, "Beta, yeh bade logon ki party hai, humse na ho payegi. Hum budhi auratein waha kya karengi?"
Uski saas ne bhi haath hila kar kaha, "Haan beta, hum jaake kya karenge? Woh sab naye zamane ke log hai, nachna gaana hoga. Tum jao, tumhari umr ke log rahenge waha."
Srivalli ke mann ka bharosa ek pal me toot gaya. Woh unhe samjhane lagi, kehne lagi ki saath chalein, lekin dono manane ko tayar nahi thi.
Usne haar nahi maani, bahut samjhaya, bola ki ek baar chal ke dekh lo, agar accha na lage toh laut aana, par woh dono apni baat pe adamant thi.
"Beta, tu jaa, tu jawaan hai, tujhpe sabke nazar rahegi. Hum budhiyon ko waha koi dekhega bhi nahi," uski saas hasi maarke boli.
Srivalli ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak jaag gayi. Woh akeli Jolly Reddy ke saamne nahi jaana chahti thi, par ab uske paas koi aur raasta bhi nahi bacha tha.
Fir woh apne kamre me gayi, apni almari se ek achhi cotton saree nikaali, ekdum simple aur shant si. Usne blouse pehna hi tha ki tabhi uski saas andar aayi, ek pal ke liye use dekha aur fir hasi maarke boli,
"Arey beta, kisi ne itna accha gift diya hai aur tu yeh sadha kapda pehn rahi hai? Log kya sochenge?"
Srivalli ne turant explanation dene ki koshish ki, "Maa, yeh meri pasand ki saree hai, main comfortable feel karti hoon isme."
Lekin saas ne ekdum taana maar diya, "Dekho beta, kisi ke diye tofe ki tauheen nahi karni chahiye. Tumhe sharam nahi aayi? Jolly Reddy ne itni mehengi saree di hai, tumne uska bhi maan rakhna chahiye. Yeh pehno, sabko lagega ki tum bhi party ke layak tayar ho!"
Srivalli ki saansein tez ho gayi. Woh sachai batana chahti thi, par bol nahi sakti thi. Jolly Reddy ka diya hua yeh kapda uske sharir ka ghoonghat nahi, ek mehenga bandhan lag raha tha.
Lekin ab uske paas koi aur option nahi bacha tha. Usne woh saree utthayi, dheere se blouse pehna, aur jaise hi usne saree wrap karni shuru ki, uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si halchal dikhne lagi.
Yeh saree bilkul halki thi, patli chiffon jaisi jo ek pal me sharir se chipak rahi thi. Laal rang ka gehra pan uske doodhiya rang ke contrast me ek alag hi chamak la raha tha. Uske kamar ke curve pe kapda is tarah lapet raha tha jaise uske sharir ki har rekha dikhane ke liye bana ho.
Jaise jaise usne pleats set ki, saree uske kamar ke aas paas is tarah settle ho gayi ki ek ek curve ubhar ke dikh raha tha—patli kamar, uske narmi se bhare ache hips, aur kamar ka woh pyara sa jhukaav sab kuch saaf dikh raha tha.
Blouse sabse bada jhatka tha. Ye uske normal blouses se bilkul alag tha—deep cut neck, jisne uske collarbones aur thodi si cleavage ko saaf ubhar diya. Peeche bilkul khula tha, sirf do doriyon pe tika tha.
Jaise hi Srivalli ne aankh uthai aur apne aapko aaine me dekha, uska chehra ek pal ke liye shock me chala gaya. Woh sach me pehchaan nahi paa rahi thi ki yeh wohi Srivalli hai jo hamesha sharmili aur saadgi wali kapdon me rehti thi.
Kapda itna halka tha ki halki hawa bhi chalti toh saree uske sharir se chipak rahi thi, jaise kisi ne uske sharir pe sirf ek rang ka leya chadhaya ho.
Usne thoda adjust karne ki koshish ki, par jitna adjust karti, utna hi saree aur sexy lagti ja rahi thi. Uske gol, ubharte se hips pe saree ka tight hona, kamar ki curve ko aur bhi saaf kar raha tha.
Usne aankh band ki aur ek gehri sans li. Ab yeh kapda sirf kapda nahi tha, Jolly Reddy ke iradon ka ek saboot tha.
Uske haath thande ho gaye. Party ab sirf ek event nahi thi, ek aur imtihaan thi jo usse deni thi.






Shaam dhal chuki thi, aur Srivalli akeli apni gaadi se utar kar Jolly Reddy ki party ke entrance par aayi. Ek bade mahal jaisa resort, chamak dhamak se bhara hua, high-profile log, mehengi gaadiyan, aur har taraf ek alag hi shaan o shaukat ka mahol. Yeh party ek aam logon ke liye nahi thi, yahaan sirf raja maharajaon ki tarah rehne wale, bade politicians, businessmen, aur dabang log hi the.
Jolly Reddy ne jo gift diya tha, wo laal saree Srivalli pehne hui thi. Halki chiffon ka kapda uske tan se chipak raha tha, har curve ko nangi aankhon ke saamne la raha tha. Blouse bilkul sleeveless tha, deep cut, jisne uski collarbone aur neckline ko ek ajeeb si sexy ada di thi. Peeche se bilkul khula, sirf ek doriyon pe tika, jo har pal uske peeth pe girti saree se aur bhi zyada sulagne laga. Saree ki pleats uske patle kamar aur bade, gol hips pe ekdum tight fit ho chuki thi, jaise kapda sirf naam ka ho, asal me uski figure ko highlight karne ke liye bana ho.
Jaise hi Srivalli ne entrance me kadam rakha, sabki nazar uske upar tik gayi. Party me jitne bhi aadmi the—chahe politician ho, koi goon ho, ya koi businessman—sabki aankhen ek pal ke liye Srivalli ke sharir pe jam gayi.
Koi khule aam kuch keh nahi sakta tha, kyunki woh Pushpa ki biwi thi. Lekin unke chehre ki bhook, unki aankhon ki garmi, unki soch sab kuch unke expressions me dikh raha tha.
Ek neta type aadmi, jo badi kursi pe baitha tha, apni whiskey glass ko ghoomate hue Srivalli ko dekha, uski aankh halki si chhoti ho gayi jaise wo uska poora sharir taap raha ho. Usne apne paas khade aadmi se dheere se bola, "Pushpa ki biwi... kismat ho toh aisi."
Ek aur aadmi, jo ek bade gang ka leader tha, apni jeebh se hoth gile karta, cigarette ka dhuan udhata, Srivalli ko taakte hi chhoti si cheekh nikal gaya, "Uff! Aaj toh Jolly ne kamaal kar diya bhai!"
Lekin koi bhi khulke bol nahi sakta tha. Sabke mann me ek hi baat thi—yeh Pushpa ki aurat hai. Usse chhune ka matlab maut ko bulawa dena.
Srivalli andar ja rahi thi, uska har kadam dheema pad raha tha. Uske pairon me moze nahi the, sirf halki si sandal jo har pal zameen pe halki si aawaz karti ja rahi thi. Woh har ek nazar mehsoos kar rahi thi, woh sab aadmiyon ke chehre pe likhi bhook samajh rahi thi. Uska mann chahta tha ki woh bhaag jaaye, wapas laut jaaye, magar yeh ab sambhav nahi tha.
Ek aur aadmi, jo ek MLA tha, Srivalli ko dekhte hi apne lips daba kar hass diya. Uske saath khade dost ne uska haath dabaya aur dheere se bola, "Soch bhi mat... woh Pushpa ki hai."
Srivalli ab samajh chuki thi ki Jolly Reddy ne yeh saree isliye di thi. Yeh sirf ek kapda nahi, ek dharohar thi jo usse ek sexy trophy bana raha tha. Yeh saree isliye thi taaki har kisi ki aankh uske tan pe tik sake, taaki woh sirf ek sundar, sexy, aurat lage—Pushpa ki izzat nahi, bas ek maas ka tukda jise sab chakhna chahte hai par haath nahi laga sakte.
Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya. Uske pair dheere padne lage. Usne dekha ki Jolly Reddy door pe hi khada tha, uski aankhon me ek ajeeb si jeet thi, jaise usne ek shikar ko bhed diya ho.
Ab yeh raat uske liye sirf ek party nahi thi... yeh ek naya imtihaan tha, ek naya jaal, ek nayi uljhan...


Srivalli ne party ke andar kadam rakha hi tha ki Jolly Reddy ne aage badh kar uska swagat kiya. Uske chehre pe wahi besharmi bhari muskurahat thi, jaise koi shikari apne shikaar ko bade pyaar se apni manzil tak pahucha raha ho.
“Areeey, bhabhi ji! Itni der laga di aane me?” Jolly ne ek halki hansi ke saath kaha, “Hum sab intezaar kar rahe the.”
Srivalli ke pair rukne lage, lekin Jolly ne aage badh kar ek haath uske kamar ke bilkul kareeb le jaake uska swagat kiya, jaise koi mehmaan nawaji ka natak kar raha ho. Uska haath Srivalli ke tan se nahi takra raha tha, lekin uske paas itna tha ki Srivalli ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki ek pal me woh usse pakad bhi sakta hai.
Party me sabse pehle bade log aaye—koi politician, koi MLA, koi businessman, koi underworld ka aadmi. Sabke chehre pe ek shant maskara tha, lekin unki aankhen Srivalli ke sharir pe tik chuki thi.
Ek neta type aadmi, jo ek mahengi sherwani pehene khada tha, apna haath Srivalli ki taraf badhaya, “Pushpa ji ki patni se milke bada accha laga, humne aapke baare me bohot suna hai.”
Srivalli ne dheere se sir hilaya, par us aadmi ki aankhein uske aankhon me nahi, uske neckline aur saree ke pleats par tiki thi. Uska gala sukhne laga. Har ek aadmi mil raha tha, lekin unki soch ek hi thi—yeh aurat sexy hai, par chhune ka haq kisi ko nahi.
Ek aur aadmi, jo cigarette jala raha tha, Srivalli ke paas aaya aur Jolly se bola, “Aree bhai, party toh kamaal ki hai, lekin asli chamak toh yaha hai.” Usne cigarette ka dhuan Srivalli ki taraf udaya, aur uski aankhon me woh garmi thi jo Srivalli se chhupi nahi thi.
Srivalli ne aankh niche jhuka li. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki sabke andar ek bhook hai, ek aag hai, jo uske sharir ke liye jal rahi hai.
Lekin sabse bada darr tha Jolly Reddy. Woh bas ek shikar ki tarah uske kareeb ghoom raha tha, muskurate hue uske har reaction ko dekh raha tha.
Srivalli ka mann chahta tha ki woh bas yaha se bhaag jaye. Woh ek pal bhi yaha nahi rehna chahti thi. Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha, pair thande pad rahe the. Lekin usne jaise hi side se nikalne ki koshish ki, Jolly Reddy ne uske samne aake rasta rok diya.
“Kya hua bhabhi? Itni jaldi kahaan ja rahi ho? Party toh abhi shuru hui hai.”
Uske alfaaz me ek chetavani thi. Jolly Reddy ne Srivalli ko jaane nahi dena tha.
Ye party uske liye ek jaal thi. Srivalli ab samajh chuki thi ki uska aaj ki raat yaha se nikalna asaan nahi hoga.
Srivalli ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Woh Jolly Reddy ki aankhon me uska irada dekh sakti thi—ek bechain shikari, jo apne shikaar ka pura maza lena chahta tha. Har taraf party shuru ho chuki thi—sharab beh rahi thi, log nach rahe the, hasi-mazaak ho raha tha.
Lekin Srivalli ko lag raha tha ki yaha sirf ek cheez chal rahi hai—uska tamasha.
Jolly Reddy uske kareeb aaya, uska haath uski kamar ke aur paas le gaya, lekin bina chhue hi ek ajeeb sa garm aahsaas chhod diya. Ek thandi si sans Srivalli ki gardan me chali gayi.
"Kya hua bhabhi? Itni bechain kyun ho?" Jolly ne dheere se muskurate hue kaha.
Srivalli ne apna gala saaf kiya, "Jolly, mujhe ghar jana hai."
Jolly Reddy ne ek zor ka hasi maari, "Arrey, abhi se? Party toh abhi shuru hui hai, jaaneman!"
Usne apni whiskey ka glass uthaya, ek sip liya, aur Srivalli ki aankhon me ghoor kar bola,
"Dekho zara... sab log yahaan sharab ka nasha kar rahe hain... par sach bataun, Srivalli?
Sabse bada nasha toh tera ho raha hai!"
Srivalli ne ek jhatke se dekha—uske aas paas jitne bhi aadmi the, sab uski taraf chhupi nazaron se dekh rahe the. Koi cigarette ka dhuan udhata, koi whiskey ka glass ghoomata, lekin har kisi ki nazar ek jagah tiki thi—uske sharir pe.
Usne turant Jolly ki taraf gusse se dekha, "Jolly, yeh sab band karo! Tum kya bol rahe ho?"
Jolly ne apna haath Srivalli ke bilkul paas le jaake uske kandhe ke upar halka sa jhukaya, jaise uski madad kar raha ho, par asal me sirf uske paas hone ka maza le raha tha.
"Arrey bhabhi, itni ghabrahat kyun? Tumhe toh aadat ho chuki hogi na, is nasha ka?"
Srivalli ne ek jhatke se peeche hatna chaha, lekin Jolly ne ekdum dheere se uske kaan me phusphusaya,
"Mujhse duur mat jao, warna sab ke saamne bade screen pe woh dikhana padega jo hamari gaadi me hua tha!"
Srivalli ekdum thithak gayi. Uska badan ek pal ke liye jam gaya.
"T-tum..." uski awaaz halki pad gayi.
"Haan bhabhi, wohi video jo mere paas hai," Jolly ne dheere se bola, "Sabke saamne lagegi screen pe... bade bade log dekhenge, Pushpa ka naam hilega, aur sabko pata chalega ki Srivalli sirf Pushpa ki nahi hai, balki Jolly Reddy ka bhi nasha chakh chuki hai!"
Srivalli ki aankhon me aansu bhar aaye. Woh ab jaanti thi ki yeh party sirf ek aurat ka tamasha dekhne ke liye hai, ek nayi beizzati ki tayyari hai.
Lekin ab uske paas sirf ek rasta tha—chup chaap Jolly Reddy ki har baat maanni padegi, warna uska poora jeevan barbaad ho jayega.


Srivalli ka mann ab aur zyada ghabra gaya tha. Jolly Reddy ki dhamki uske dimaag me goonj rahi thi—woh video, woh beizzati, Pushpa ki izzat ka sawal. Woh jaanti thi ki uske paas koi rasta nahi bacha. Uska dil bhaag jaana chahta tha, par pair bandh chuke the.
Uska gala sukh raha tha. Usne party me idhar-udhar dekha, koi rasta dhoondhne lagi, jahan woh bas ek pal ke liye akeli ho sake.
"Main zara washroom tak ja rahi hoon," usne dheere se kaha, apne tone ko normal rakhne ki koshish karte hue.
Jolly Reddy ne ek halki si hasi di, "Jaao bhabhi, jitni der chaaho utni der ruk sakti ho."
Uske lafzon me ek ajeeb sa masti bhara tha, jaise woh pehle se jaanta ho ki Srivalli akeli nahi rehne waali.
Srivalli ne bina peeche dekhe seedha washroom ka rukh kiya. Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha, haath thande ho chuke the. Jaise hi woh andar gayi, usne darwaza band kiya, apne haath sink ke upar rakhe, aur ek gehri saans li.
Pani ka tap khola, apne chehre pe thoda paani mara, lekin mann ab bhi ghabra raha tha. Usne apne aapko shishe me dekha—woh laal saree jo uske tan se chipak rahi thi, woh deep blouse jo uske badan ka har hissa aur zyada nikal raha tha.
Lekin jaise hi usne aankhein upar uthayi, darwaza dheere se khul raha tha.
Uske pair jadh chuke the. Samne Jolly Reddy khada tha, darwaza band karta, apni shirt ke button dheere se set karta.
"Mujhe pata tha tum bhaag kar yaha aaogi, bhabhi," usne dheere se kaha, "Lekin yeh jagah bhi humari hi hai."
Srivalli ne turant peeche hatna chaha, lekin Jolly Reddy ne ek jhatke me uske kamar pakad li.
"J-Jolly... yeh kya kar rahe ho?" Srivalli ne dhak dhak se kaha, uska haath Jolly ke seene ko door dhakelne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Lekin Jolly ab rukhne wale logo me se nahi tha.
Ek haath uske kamar pe, doosra haath uski gardan ke paas laaya aur uska chehra apni taraf kheench liya.
"Ab kya natak kar rahi ho, bhabhi?" usne dheere se muskurate hue kaha, "Kal tak toh mere saath ekdum mast thi... gaadi me jo pyaar kiya tha, woh jhooth tha kya?"
Srivalli ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga.
Usne munh modna chaaha, lekin Jolly ne ek jhatke se uske hothon ko apne hothon me le liya.
Uska garm sans uske andar bhar gaya. Uski dadhkane tez ho gayi, haath uske seene pe dhakel rahe the lekin Jolly Reddy ne ek dum tight pakad rakhi thi.
Usne Srivalli ki kamar daba di, uske hoth apne hothon me le liye, zor zor se smooch kiya, jaise woh ab aur intezaar nahi kar sakta tha.
Srivalli ki aankhein phadphada gayi. Uske sharir me ek ajeeb sa dar daud gaya.
Lekin jaise hi bahar se koi awaaz aayi, Jolly ne ek jhatke se Srivalli ko chhod diya.
Usne ek baar uske hoth dekhe—jo ab laal ho chuke the uske smooch se, phir dheere se uske kaan ke paas aaya aur bola,
"Yeh toh sirf shuruaat hai, bhabhi. Party abhi baaki hai!"
Fir ekdum casually apni shirt set karta, ek dum mast chalte hue bahar nikal gaya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Aur turant party ke beech ek mic uthaya, ek zor ka laugh kiya, aur sabse bola,
"Attention, everyone! Main ek announcement karna chahta hoon!"
Srivalli ab bhi washroom me thi, uske hoth ab bhi Jolly ke chhoone ka dukh mehsoos kar rahe the. Woh jaanna chahti thi—ab Jolly kya karne wala hai?




Jolly Reddy mic le kar party ke center me aaya, ek confident smirk uske chehre pe tha, jaise woh kisi aur hi cheez ka maza le raha ho. Sab log uski taraf mud gaye, music thoda dheema ho gaya.
“Aaj ki raat sirf party ke liye nahi hai, doston!” Jolly ne zor se bola, “Ek naya business start kiya hai maine, aur yeh sab kuch Pushpa bhai ke bina mumkin nahi hota.”
Logon ne taaliyan bajayi, lekin Srivalli ka dil ekdum thanda pad chuka tha. Jolly ne Pushpa ka naam liya, par uska asli maqsad sirf ek tha—uska tamasha.
“Woh yaha nahi hai, lekin koi baat nahi... aaj ki raat unka naam roshan karne unki patni yaha hai!” Jolly ne ek ek lafz kheench kheench kar bola, jaise uska har shabd Srivalli ko aur bechain kar raha ho. “Toh ek baar unke liye bhi taaliyaan ho jaayein... aur Srivalli bhabhi ke liye jo aaj hamare mehmaan bani hai!”
Sab log Srivalli ki taraf dekhne lage. Usne apne aapko sambhalne ki koshish ki, ek jaldi se forced smile di, lekin uska chehra laal pad chuka tha.
Usne jaldi se apni lipstick theek ki, apni saree ka pallu adjust kiya, lekin jitna adjust karti, utna hi woh aur bhi zyada sensual lagti ja rahi thi.
Party ek baar phir shuru ho gayi, log nachne lage, lekin Srivalli bas ek hi cheez mehsoos kar rahi thi—Jolly Reddy ki nazar, jo ek pal ke liye bhi usko chhod nahi rahi thi.
Tabhi Jolly ne ek drink uthaya, dheere se uske paas aaya, aur bilkul kareeb jaake bola,
“Bhabhi, tumse zaroori baat karni hai. Chalna padega ek jagah.”
Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya. Usne turant mana karna chaaha, lekin Jolly ne dheere se uske kaan me bola,
“Mana mat karna... warna jo video hai, woh screen pe chala jayega.”
Ek pal me uska saara sharir thanda pad gaya. Uske haath pair ekdum jam gaye.
Usne dheere se sir hilaya, aur dheere kadam chalte hue andar ki taraf ek private room me chali gayi.
Room ekdum andar tha, halka sa andhera, ek badi si bed aur ek bada glass ka darwaza jo terrace pe khul raha tha. Jaise hi Srivalli andar gayi, uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha.
Peeche se Jolly Reddy bhi aaya, aur jaise hi usne andar kadam rakha, uski nazar Srivalli pe jam gayi.
Uska shikaar uske saamne tha.
Srivalli ek pal ke liye khadi thi, ek dum bechain, uski saanse tez ho rahi thi. Uska laal chiffon saree ab bhi uske sharir se chipak raha tha, har curve ko aur bhi zyada highlight kar raha tha.
Jolly ne dheere se apni whiskey ka ek sip liya, uski aankhen dheere dheere Srivalli ke sharir ka ek ek hissa scan kar rahi thi.
Saree ka pallu dheere se uske kandhe se sarak raha tha, neeche ka blouse deep cut tha jo uski collarbone aur halka sa cleavage dikha raha tha. Uske saans lete hi woh neckline aur bhi zyada sexy lag rahi thi.
Uski kamar ekdum tight saree me bandhi thi, jiski pleats uske bade, gol hips pe tight ho chuki thi, jaise jaan bujh ke kapda kam pada ho.
Navel bilkul center me dikh rahi thi—ek patli si golden kamarband jo uske pet pe halke halke hil rahi thi. Uski smooth, doodhiya twacha ekdum chamak rahi thi light me.
Jolly ne ek halka smirk diya, dheere se apni jeebh se apne hoth gile kiye, aur ek ek kadam uski taraf badhne laga.
Srivalli ne peeche hatna chaaha, lekin peeche sirf ek deewar thi.
Ab woh Jolly Reddy ke ekdum samne thi, ek dum majboor... ekdum akeli.

Srivalli ke haath kaanp rahe the. Uska phone baja—Pushpa ka call. Ek pal ke liye uska dil dhadakna bhool gaya. Woh turant phone uthana chahti thi, Pushpa se baat karke shayad apne mann ka dukh halka karna chahti thi.
Lekin uska sabse bada darr tha—Jolly Reddy, jo abhi uske bilkul kareeb tha.
Woh aaj uske saamne ek aur badi samasya banke khada tha.
Srivalli ne jaldi se phone uthaya, apni saans sambhali, aur apni awaaz me pyaar bhara. “Pushpa… tum kaise ho?”
Pushpa ki awaaz phone ke dusre taraf se ekdum usual thi—mardana, apni duniya me mast, aur ekdum normal. “Main theek hoon, tu bata, party kaise chal rahi hai?”
Srivalli ne haath me phone tight pakda, apni saans control karne ki koshish ki.
“Bohot grand hai, sab kuch bahut hi shandaar lag raha hai…” usne dheere se kaha, apni awaaz me ek bhi ghabrahat na dikhane ki koshish karte hue.
Lekin jitni shanti uski awaaz me thi, utni hi bechaini uske sharir me thi.
Jolly Reddy uske peeche khada tha, dheere se uske ird gird ghoom raha tha. Uski sharir se woh sirf ek inch door tha, jaise ek shikari apni shikar ka maza le raha ho.
Srivalli ka gala sukh raha tha.
Usne apne aapko dur karne ki koshish ki, lekin jaise hi usne peeche hatna chaaha, Jolly ne ek dum dheere se apna haath uske kamar ke kareeb le aaya.
Ek garam sans uske gardan me mehsoos hui.
Pushpa phone ke dusre taraf normal baatein kar raha tha. Uske liye toh ye sirf ek call thi, lekin Srivalli ke liye yeh ek jung thi—ek aisi jung jo woh har rahi thi.
Jolly dheere se uski kamar ko apni ungliyo se brush kar raha tha, uske bare peeth par ek halka sa chhuna uske rongete khade kar raha tha.
Srivalli apni saans rokti, apni awaaz normal rakhne ki koshish karti, lekin andar hi andar woh tod rahi thi.
“Tum bhi maze karo, sabko milo…” Pushpa keh raha tha, aur Srivalli ki aankhon me aansu bhar rahe the.
Jolly ne ek haath uske saree ke pallu ko dheere se kheechna shuru kiya. Uska laal chiffon saree dheere dheere uski shoulder se sarak raha tha.
Srivalli ek pal ke liye frozen thi. Uske samne ek or uska pati, ek or uska dushman.
Woh kiski sunegi? Woh kaise bachegi?
Jolly ne dheere se apni ungli uske navel ke kareeb le jake halka sa trace kiya. Srivalli ne turant apne haath se apne saree ko sambhala, lekin Jolly ke chehre pe ek shaitani hasi thi.
Woh ek shabd nahi bol raha tha, bas khel raha tha.
Pushpa se woh sach nahi keh sakti thi, Jolly se woh bach nahi sakti thi.
Ek pal ke liye usne socha, agar Pushpa sab kuch jaan jaye toh kya karega? Woh aayega? Woh uske liye sab tod dega?
Lekin Jolly Reddy ne uske sharir ka ek ek konha pehle hi samet liya tha.
Ek din pehle, gaadi me, Jolly ne usse tod diya tha. Aaj, woh phir se uske samne tha.
Aur ab toh yeh aur bhi bada tamasha ban gaya tha.
Pushpa ki Srivalli, Jolly ke bed room me, uske ungliyon ke neeche.
Yeh raat ab sirf ek raat nahi thi… yeh ek taqdeer ban rahi thi… ek aisi taqdeer jo Srivalli nahi chahati thi.


Srivalli apne haalat ka samjhane ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin Pushpa ke sath baat karte karte, Jolly uske bilkul karib aa gaya tha. Uski awaaz me mithaas thi, jaise kuch bhi galat nahi ho raha ho, lekin andar hi andar woh cheekh cheekh kar ro rahi thi.
"Haan Pushpa, party bahut achhi hai, sab kuch grand hai," Srivalli ne dheere se kaha, apni aawaz ko sakoon mein rakhte hue, lekin uski aankhon mein dar saaf jhalak raha tha.
Jolly ne dheere se uske peeche aake, uski saree ka pallu sarka diya. Uska haath Srivalli ki peeth par phisal gaya, jaise koi painter apni painting par brush chala raha ho. Uski tight blouse uske figure ko poore aakarshak tarike se bahar la raha tha, uske bade bade cleavage aur armpits saaf dikh rahe the. Uska navel bhi nazar aa raha tha, jaise koi chand raat ko chamak raha ho.
Jolly ne Srivalli ki kano ke paas apni zaban feri aur dheere se uske earlobe ko apni zaban se chua. Uski saans Srivalli ke gardan par garam garam phoonk rahi thi.
Srivalli ko Jolly ka ye touch bahut uncomfortable lag raha tha, lekin Pushpa se baat karte hue woh zahir nahi kar sakti thi. "Sab log bahut enjoy kar rahe hain, Pushpa... tumhare bina sab suna suna hai," Srivalli ne kaha, apni awaaz me ek ajeeb si kamzori chhupate hue.
Jolly ka ek haath ab Srivalli ke pet par tha, uski navel ke aas-paas ghoom raha tha, aur doosra haath uske blouse ke strap ko khel raha tha. Uska touch Srivalli ke liye bilkul bhi bearable nahi tha, lekin Pushpa se is haqiqat ko chhupaana uske liye zaroori tha.
"Kab wapas aa rahe ho?" Srivalli ne Pushpa se poocha, uski aawaz me thodi si tadap thi, ek chhupi hui bheek thi ki woh jaldi wapas aa jaye.
Pushpa kuch pal ke liye chup raha, phir bola, "Jaldi hi, Srivalli. Tum bas khud ka khayal rakhna, aur haan, Jolly ka bhi shukriya adaa karna uski mehman nawazi ka."
Ye sun kar Srivalli ka dil doob sa gaya. Usne nazrein churayi, aur Jolly jo uske itne karib tha, uski nazron me ek vijayi muskan thi. Jaise usne koi badi jeet haasil ki ho.
Srivalli ne phone rakha, aur ek gahri saans li, lekin uska saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha. Jolly ka control us par poora tha, aur ab, uske paas bachne ka koi rasta nahi tha. Uske chehre par ek laachaar si muskurahat thi, jaise woh har manzil par haar gayi ho. Jolly ne ek baar fir apne haath uske blouse ke andar daale, aur Srivalli ne sirf apni aankhein band kar li, jaise kisi badi toofan ka intezar kar rahi ho.

Pushpa ka phone cut hote hi Srivalli ka dil zor zor se dhadakne laga. Uske haath ab bhi thande ho rahe the, lekin sabse bada darr yeh tha ki ab uske aur Jolly ke beech koi nahi tha.
Jolly ka ek haath uske blouse ke andar pahunch chuka tha. Uske garam ungliyan uski mulayam boobs ko dhoond rahi thi, uski skin ke soft texture ko mehsoos karte hue uska har anguli ka pressure dheere dheere badh raha tha.
“Mmm… kya badhiya khushbu hai, bhabhi,” Jolly ne Srivalli ke baalon me apni naak rakhte hue kaha, “Tera perfume bhi utna hi lajawab hai jitni tu khud hai.”
Srivalli ki sans ulajhne lagi. Uska ek haath ab uske pet par tha, uske navel ke kareeb, uske skin se khelta, uske kamarband se chhed chhad karta. Jolly ki saans uske kandhe pe gir rahi thi, uske zubaan se nikalti har ek baat uske kaan ke andar zeher ki tarah bhar rahi thi.
Jaise hi Srivalli ne phone rakh diya, usne turant Jolly ka haath pakda, zor se usse door dhakelne ki koshish ki.
“Mujhe chhod do, Jolly! Yeh galat hai!”
Lekin Jolly Reddy sirf ek smirk leke uske kareeb aur badh gaya. Uski tight grip Srivalli ki kamar pe aur mazboot ho gayi.
“Galat?” Jolly ne hasi dabate hue kaha, “Arey bhabhi, yeh sabse sahi cheez hai jo aaj ho rahi hai.”
Srivalli ka gussa ab phatne wala tha. Uske dil me bas ek hi soch thi—yeh aadmi har had paar kar raha hai.
“Main chillaa dungi, Jolly! Mera haath chhod, warna sab sun lenge,” Srivalli ne aankhon me aag bhar ke kaha.
Lekin Jolly sirf has diya. Usne ek jhatke me Srivalli ko apni taraf ghoomaya, uske kandhe pe zor se apna haath rakha, aur dheere se uske kaan me bola,
“Aur jab koi andar aayega tab? Bhabhi, yeh mera ghar hai… yaha mera raaj chalta hai.”
Srivalli ka dil ek pal ke liye thama. Usne apni aankhon se dekha ki sach me yeh ghar Jolly ka ilaaka tha, yaha koi uske khilaaf nahi jaa sakta.
Uska dil gusse se bhar gaya, lekin tabhi Jolly ne ek aur kadam chal diya.
“Aur agar tu sach me chillayi, to kya karunga pata hai?” Jolly ne dheere se uske gaal pe apni ungli chalate hue kaha, “Vo jo car wala video hai na… usse sabko dikha dunga.”
Srivalli ke chehre ka rang ek pal me ud gaya.
Uski aankhon me halke aansu bhar aaye. Uska sharir garm ho chuka tha, lekin dar se nahi—Jolly ki badtameezi se.
Jolly ka smirk aur gehra ho gaya, uska ek haath ab bhi uski kamar pe tha, doosra uske blouse ke andar.
Srivalli andar hi andar tootti ja rahi thi, lekin ab uske paas koi option nahi bacha tha. Agar usne resist kiya, to uska video sab dekh lenge… aur agar nahi kiya, to woh Jolly Reddy ka ek aur shikar ban jaayegi.
Usne dheere se apni aankhein neeche kar li, apni haath dheele chod diye.
Aaj bhi woh haar gayi thi.




Jolly Reddy ne ek jhatke me Srivalli ko apni bahon me uthaya, jaise koi shikaar apni mazboot panjon me daboch leta hai. Srivalli ne zor se uske kandhe pe haath rakha, uske panjon se chhudhne ki koshish ki, lekin Jolly ki pakad itni mazboot thi ki woh bas bekar hi tadap rahi thi.
Ek pal me hi Jolly ne usse apne bistar pe phek diya. Bistar ekdum naram tha, lekin Srivalli ka mann ekdum bhari ho chuka tha. Uska sharir ek jhatke se girte hi halke se kaanp gaya, aur uski saree ka pallu ek pal me gir gaya.
Ab bas uska bikhra blouse, uski khuli navel, aur uska kapkapaata tan bistar pe pada tha.
Jolly Reddy ek kadam peeche hata, apni kamar pe haath rakha, aur ek ajeeb si gandi hasi uske chehre pe thi. Woh sirf Srivalli ka tamasha dekh raha tha.
Uske samne ek patli si laal chiffon saree me lipti Srivalli thi, jo ab aadhi nangi ho chuki thi. Uska deep cut blouse uske bade se ubharte hothon ki tarah dikh raha tha, jo Jolly ke gandi soch ko aur tez kar raha tha.
Uska pet hil raha tha, navel ekdum saaf chamak rahi thi. Saree neeche sarak chuki thi, aur Srivalli bas bistar pe laachari se padi thi.
Uski aankhon me sirf ek hi sawal tha—'Ab kya hoga?'
Lekin Jolly koi jawab nahi de raha tha, sirf ek shikari ki tarah apni nazar uske tan pe ghumata raha.
Ek pal ke liye Srivalli ne socha, agar yeh sab band ho jaye, agar woh bas bhaag sake, lekin sach yeh tha ki ab sab uski hadd se bahar ho chuka tha.
Jolly ne apni shirt ke button dheere se khol diye, aur ek smirk leke uski taraf badhne laga.
Aaj Srivalli ek baar phir haar chuki thi.

Srivalli bistar par leti thi, usne apni aankhein band kar li thi, jaise kisi bade tufan ka samna karne se pehle ek pal ke liye sukoon paana chahti ho. Jolly Reddy, uske samne khada, uski 'tikhi mirchi', Pushpa ki Srivalli ko dekh raha tha—jaise koi bada shikar apne jaal me phans chuka ho.
"Aaj toh maza aayega," Jolly ne apne aap se kaha, ek khunnas bhari muskurahat ke saath. Usne dheere se Srivalli ke nange pairo ko chhua, uski ungliyan uske naram pairo se lekar uski saree tak gayi. Jaise hi usne saree ko chhua, Srivalli ki body ekdum se kapne lagi. Uska dar saaf uski saanso mein mehsoos ho raha tha.
"J-Jolly, please jaane do mujhe..." Srivalli ne aakhri ummeed mein kaha, aankhein ab bhi band kiye hue.
"Chal, tu ek baar mera saath de de, phir main tujhe jaane dunga," Jolly ne uski kamzori ka faayda uthate hue kaha. Uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.
"Vo video?" Srivalli ne darte darte pucha, aankhein abhi bhi band kiye hue.
"Use bhi delete kar dunga tere saamne, lekin tujhe poora saath dena padega aaj ki raat mein. Jo main kahoon, vo sab karna padega." Jolly ka lehja ekdum sakht tha, jaise koi sauda kar raha ho.
Srivalli ne dheere se apni aankhein kholi, Jolly ki aankhon mein dekha, aur ek gehri saans li. Uski aankhon mein haar ki ek chhaayi thi, ek thakaan jo shayad kabhi nahi jaati.
"Thik hai... main haar gayi. Main tayyar hoon..." Srivalli ka swar bhari hui aawaz mein tha, ek haar maanne ki aawaz.
Jolly ne ek vijayi muskurahat di, "Shabaash, aaj ki raat toh tu meri hai."
Srivalli ne phir se apni aankhein band kar li, jaise kisi badi dardnaak ghadi ka samna karne ke liye khud ko tayyar kar rahi ho. Uske mann mein shayad hazaaron khayal aaye, lekin ab usne faisla kar liya tha. Aaj ki raat, wo Jolly ke hawale thi, chahe jo ho.




Jolly Reddy ne ek relaxed smile ke saath apne phone ka button dabaya, aur dheere se ek sensual music chalne laga. Room ka atmosphere ab aur bhi intense ho chuka tha, ek ajeeb si garmahat hawa me phail gayi thi. Jolly ki aankhon me ek shikari ki tarah ek ajeeb si chamak thi—yeh raat sirf uski hone wali thi.
"Dekh bhabhi, main tujhpe zabardasti nahi kar raha," Jolly ne muskurate hue kaha, "Tere paas sirf do options hain—ya toh pyaar se saath de, ya fir mujhe sab kuch mushkil banana padega… aur tu jaanti hai na, jab cheezein mushkil hoti hain, tab woh aur bhi zyada rough ho jati hain."
Srivalli ka gala sukh chuka tha. Usne ek pal ke liye aankhein band ki, mann me ek aakhri ummeed leke ki shayad yeh ek sapna ho. Par jaise hi usne aankhein kholi, uske samne wahi reality thi—Jolly ka ek shaitani smirk, uska powerful aura, aur woh raat jo sirf uske liye taiyar ki gayi thi.
Jolly ne table se ek crystal glass uthaya aur usme ghehri laal wine daal di. Glass uske haath me dete hue bola, "Pee le… tujhe thoda relax feel hoga. Itni tension lene ki zaroorat nahi."
Srivalli ne ek pal ke liye us glass ko dekha, phir Jolly ki aankhon me. Uske paas koi doosra rasta nahi tha. Usne glass apne haathon me uthaya, dheere se apne hothon tak le gayi, aur ek gehra sip le liya. Warm wine uske gale me behti gayi, aur uske dil ki dhadkan halki si slow hone lagi.
Jolly ne ek aur sip lene ko kaha, aur Srivalli ne bina soche utna hi kiya. Ab uske andar ek ajeeb si garmahat thi—na dar ka asar, na resistance ka sense.
Jolly uske bilkul paas aaya, uska ek haath uske kamar pe aaya, aur doosra uske gale ke paas gaya. Usne Srivalli ke mangalsutra ko apni ungliyon me ghumaya, jaise kisi jeet ki nishani ho.
"Aaj tu sirf meri hai," Jolly ne uske kaan me dheere se kaha, "Ye mangalsutra tujhe yaad dilata hai ki tu Pushpa ki hai… par aaj raat, ye bas mujhe yaad dilayega ki tu sirf meri ho."
Srivalli ne koi jawab nahi diya. Uski aankhein neeche jhuki rahi, mann me sirf ek hi soch thi—yeh sab bina kisi aur tamasha ke khatam ho jaaye.
Jolly ne apni ungliyon se uske gaal ko touch kiya, dheere se uska chehra apni taraf ghoomaya. "Tu ab bhi darr rahi hai, hmm?"
Srivalli ne dheere se apni nazar uthai, uski aankhon me na gussa tha, na sharam, bas ek majboori thi.
Jolly ne ek chhoti si hasi di, phir bina kuch kahe uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye.
Ek deep, passionate kiss…
Srivalli ke liye ek pal ke liye sab kuch ruk gaya. Usne apne hoth Jolly ki grip me mehsoos kiye, uska garam sans uske chehre pe, uski dadhi ki halki si chubhan uske naram skin pe.
Pehle to usne resist karne ki koshish ki. Uske haath Jolly ke seene pe the, jaise usse door dhakelna chahti ho, lekin Jolly ki grip itni mazboot thi ki uske paas koi choice nahi thi.
Jolly aur bhi zyada intense ho gaya, uski lips ko zor se pakad liya, aur deep smooch karne laga. Uske haath uski kamar se leke uski peeth tak ja rahe the, uska pallu dheere se sarak raha tha.
Aur phir, Srivalli ne dheere se apni lips relax kiye.
Ab resistance ka koi matlab nahi tha. Ab bas ek hi raasta bacha tha—Jolly ki sharton pe chalna, taaki yeh sab jaldi khatam ho.
Usne apni aankhein band ki, aur dheere se apne lips Jolly ke kiss ka jawab dene lage.
Woh jaanti thi ki yeh sab galat hai, lekin yeh hi uska akhri option bhi tha.
Jolly ne ek chhoti si jeet wali hasi di, aur Srivalli ko apni baahon me aur bhi tight kar liya.
Aaj ki raat ab sirf Jolly ki hone wali thi.

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