Adultery Pativrata Patni se Hotwife Tak - Ek safar

[Joker44]

Geeti ghar laut chuki thi. Body relaxed thi… par dimag mein ab bhi car ka woh scene flash ho raha tha.
Ramu ka chehra, uski shakl jab usne saree ke andar apna sir daala…
Aur sabse zyada, Geeti ka apna reaction—woh moan jo usne roka nahi, woh aah jo zabaan se phisal gayi thi.
Soham laptop pe kuch kaam kar raha tha, bed ke kone pe. Usne dekha, Geeti ek alag hi glow mein thi.
“You look… dangerous,” Soham bola, ek teasing smile ke saath.
Geeti ne apna pallu side kiya, aur seedha uske paas jaake baith gayi, uske shoulder pe sir rakh diya.
“Kuch kar baithi hoon aaj...” usne halki si smile ke saath kaha.
Soham ne laptop side mein rakha.
“Hmm? MD ka kuch hua kya?”
“Naah... MD toh sirf bhooka sher hai. Aaj toh maine ek loyal kutte ko reward diya.”
Soham ne aankhein thodi narrow ki, confuse hoke bola, “What? Kya matlab?”
Geeti ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se bola, “Ramu.”
Soham blink kiya. “Ramu?! Ramu kaka? Hamara office wala peon Ramu?!”
Geeti ne cheeky smile di, “Wahi. Parking lot mein... mujhe itna horny feel ho raha tha, mujhe kuch chahiye tha… aur Ramu was the quickest option.”
Soham ab shock mein tha aur hasi bhi rok nahi pa raha tha. “Are you telling me... tumne Ramu ko...”
“...summon kiya. Pichhle seat mein bulaya. Saree upar ki. Aur bola... ‘lick me’.”
Soham ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya.
“Tumne Ramu se chut chatwai?!”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Nayi experience tha. Thoda rough, thoda loyal, thoda awara… par 100% obedient.”
Soham ne headshake karte hue bola, “Geeti... tu toh wild nikli yaar. Maine socha tha tum thoda slow jaogi, par tum toh fast-forward mein chal rahi ho.”
Geeti hansi.
“Wait, that’s not all.”
“Uske baad... main uski eyes mein dekh rahi thi. Bechara itna overwhelmed tha. Maine use thoda aur gift de diya.”
Soham squinted. “What do you mean... gift?”
Geeti leaned closer, ekdum sulagti muskurahat ke saath boli—“I gave him a blowjob.”
Soham literally girte girte bacha. “Tu serious hai?! Tu ne Ramu ko…?”
“Kya karein Soham, uske liye toh woh moment NASA mission jaisa tha. Bechara toh khushi mein do baar gir gaya car se bahar aate waqt.”
Soham ab zor zor se hansi nahi rok pa raha tha.
“Mujhe lagta hai Ramu aaj se kal tak sabko bolega ki usne Bhagwan ka darshan kiya.”
“Aur uska Bhagwan deep red saree mein, pallu side karke baithi thi.”
Geeti ne hansi ke beech uska haath pakda. “You’re not mad?”
Soham ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Tum meri fantasy ho, Geeti. Har angle se. Tum jaise apna control le rahi ho... main bas dekhta hoon aur pighal jaata hoon.”
Geeti ne halka sa kiss diya uske cheek par.
“Good. Kyunki Thailand mein ab MD ko line mein lana hai.”
Soham ne tease karte hue bola, “Bas Ramu ko mat le jaana trip pe… uska heart fail ho jayega.”
Geeti hansi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek spark tha.
Woh ab sirf kisi ki biwi nahi thi—woh apni duniya ki queen thi.
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Geeti fresh ho kar bed pe aayi, hair open, ek loose cotton kurti mein, lekin uske chehre pe woh hi tease thi jo MD ke cabin mein thi. Soham usse dekhta hi jaa raha tha.
“Toh... MD se kya baatein hui?” Soham ne casually pucha, jaise bas kaam ka update le raha ho—lekin uski aankhon mein woh old sparkle tha: he was curious, aroused, and slightly jealous. Perfect combo.
Geeti ne smirk kiya, “Uff... MD toh aaj pura todne ke mood mein tha.”
“Aankhon se ya zabaan se?” Soham hansa.
“Dono,” Geeti ne jawab diya, apna pillow lap mein lete hue.
“Sabse pehle toh mujhe dekha jaise mujhe kha jaayega… woh bhi bina sauce ke.”
“Aur tumne kya kiya?” Soham leaned closer.
“Bas thoda tease kiya. Baal side kiye, armpit thoda dikhaya, pallu loose kiya… aur jab pen gira, toh… full view.”
Soham ne aankhen bandh ki aur bola, “Tum toh sabka blood pressure gira dogi, madam.”
“That’s not even the juicy part,” Geeti said, turning to him with narrowed eyes. “MD ne mujhe credit card diya.”
Soham raised an eyebrow. “Kya?”
“Platinum company card. Unlimited access.”
“Aur bola… ‘if you perform well on this trip, you’ll be promoted… to the same level as your manager.’”
Soham ne thoda soch kar bola, “Matlab tumhe manager bana dega… agar tum use khush rakho.”
Geeti nodded slowly, “Uske words professional the, lekin aankhon mein sirf ek message tha—‘Thailand mein, tu meri hai.’”
“Tumne kya kaha?” Soham ab serious tha.
Geeti leaned in, “Maine sirf itna kaha—‘Promotion se zyada chahiye hoga mujhe… for my hard work.’”
“Aur uske baad pen gir gaya…” she winked.
Soham burst out laughing. “Tu kamini hai, lekin meri favorite kamini.”
Geeti: “I know. Aur mujhe maza aa raha hai sabko control mein rakh ke.”
“MD soch raha hoga ki woh mujhe possess karega… lekin mujhe chahiye uska control todna.”
Soham uska haath pakad ke bola, “Tu jo bhi karegi, main tere saath hoon. Bas ek baat yaad rakh…”
“Jab tu uske cabin mein thi, main sirf ek cheez soch raha tha…”
Geeti curious ho gayi, “Kya?”
Soham whispered, “Ki MD ke saamne tumhara blouse thoda aur loose hota… toh shayad use heart attack aa jaata.”
Geeti hansi se gir gayi, pillow uske muh par maar diya.
“Stupid! Mujhe laga koi romantic line bolega!”
“That is romantic!” Soham defended. “Tum dusron ko pagal bana rahi ho, aur main har moment ka spectator hoon. Live cinema with popcorn.”
Geeti ne uske lips pe halki si kiss di.
“Agla scene Thailand mein hoga. Get ready.”
Soham ne cheeky tone mein bola, “MD ready hoga… par mujhe lagta hai tumhare jaal se nikal nahi paayega.”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Aur mujhe lagta hai... main chahungi bhi nahi.”







The laughter between Geeti and Soham slowly faded. The room dimmed into a soft calm, only the faint whirr of the ceiling fan and the rustle of cotton bedsheets remained. Soham shifted closer to her, his fingers slowly tracing the lines of her palm.
“Geeti…” he said quietly, seriousness settling into his tone, “MD ka promotion offer... kya woh deal tumhein sach mein tempting lagi?”
Geeti didn’t answer immediately. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes thoughtful, breathing steady. Then, slowly, she nodded.
“Haan... tempting tha,” she whispered. “Powerful tha. Us tarah se kisi ne mujhe kabhi nahi dekha—jaise main ek weapon hoon, ek currency bhi, lekin ek queen bhi. And when he said ‘Vice President’, mere dimaag mein ek spark hua.”
Soham kept looking at her, his expression neutral but his eyes scanning hers deeply.
“You deserve that position,” he said after a pause. “Not because you can seduce a man like MD… but because you can dominate men like him.”
Geeti turned her head to him, slightly surprised. “Tumhe sacchi mein lagta hai main us level pe hoon?”
“Nahi, Geeti,” Soham replied, gently brushing a finger against her cheek. “Main maanta hoon… tum us level se upar ho. Tum mein charm hai, brains hai, control hai, aur sabse badi baat—tumhe pata hai kab kaunse emotion ka use karna hai. That’s CEO material. Not just VP.”
Geeti’s eyes shimmered—partly with pride, partly with something unspoken.
“Lekin yeh sab… is raaste se?” she asked softly. “MD ko please karke, uske greed ka hissa banke?”
Soham exhaled slowly. “Tum kisi ko please nahi kar rahi ho. Tum game khel rahi ho. Difference samjho. MD soch raha hai ke woh tumhe control karega. Mujhe pata hai—tum hi use control karogi.”
“Aur agar main waha tak pahunch gayi toh?” Geeti asked, her voice quiet but intense. “Uski offer le li, power bhi le li… lekin apna body, apna self-respect... woh?”
Soham leaned closer, his voice calm but grounded.
“Self-respect chhoti soch ka concept hai, Geeti. Tum agar apne terms pe chal rahi ho, apni marzi se decisions le rahi ho, toh tum beizzati nahi kar rahi—tum rule kar rahi ho.”
“Tum MD ke bed tak jaao ya boardroom tak, agar decision tumhara hai, toh shame ka sawal hi nahi.”
Geeti held his gaze for a long moment. Then, she reached out and took his hand.
“Toh tum ready ho? Agar main sach mein VP ban jaati hoon… aur us raaste mein MD ka obsession aur dangerous ho gaya, toh?”
Soham squeezed her hand, his voice quiet but firm.
“Main ready hoon. Tumhare saath hoon. Bas ek cheez chahiye—jo bhi karo, mujhe jhoot mat bolna. Agar tum kisi ke saath raho… emotionally, ya physically, mujhe pata ho. Mujhe sach chahiye. Main tumhara partner hoon, spectator nahi.”
Geeti's throat tightened. She hadn’t expected that line—but it landed deep.
“Tum jaante ho na Soham… tumhare bina main yeh game nahi khelti.”
“I know,” he smiled faintly. “But you’re damn good at it now.”
They lay there in silence for a while, fingers interlaced, their minds dancing somewhere between ambition, lust, and truth.
The game had begun.
But now, Geeti wasn’t just playing it… she was planning to win it.




Agli subah, sunlight bedroom ke curtains se chhanni lagi thi. Geeti coffee ka cup leke Soham ke paas aayi, uski aankhon mein ek nayi energy thi—ek strange excitement, ek secret thrill.
“Soham…” usne kaha, “Thailand ke liye thoda shopping karna hai. Tum chalogey mere saath?”
Soham ne uska mood dekh ke hansi se jawab diya, “Aaj toh Geeti full-on honeymoon mode mein lag rahi hai. Chalo, shopping karte hain madam ji ke liye.”
Geeti ke paas MD ka diya hua platinum company card tha. Unlimited spending.
Woh dono mall gaye, aur Geeti ne kisi hesitation ke bina woh sab kuch uthaya jo uski Thailand fantasy mein fit baithta tha—
Sexy satin nightwears, deep-slit sarees, bold blouses, classy heels, seductive perfumes, and designer clutches.
Soham usse har outfit try karwata, uske curves pe comment karta, aur dono ek dusre ke saath hass rahe the jaise nayi-nayi shaadi ke baad ka honeymoon ho.
Ek moment aaya jab Geeti ek bold black lace dress try kar ke mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Soham ne uske peeche jaake whisper kiya,
“Yeh MD ka toh BP high kar degi.”
Geeti muskurayi, “BP sirf high nahi… dil bhi fat jaayega.”
Unhone ek dusre ke liye bhi chhoti chhoti cheezein li.
Geeti ne Soham ke liye ek sleek, expensive phone kharida, bina kuch bole uske haath mein rakh diya.
Soham thoda emotional ho gaya, “Tum mujhe itna kuch kyun de rahi ho?”
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, “Kyuki tum mujhe sabse zyada de chuke ho… freedom, support, aur khud pe bharosa.”
Jab bhi Geeti kuch scan karti ya payment karti, uska transaction MD ke system tak seedha alert ke form mein jaata.
Har swipe pe MD ka phone vibrate karta:
“₹18,999 – Lingerie & Accessories”
“₹52,000 – Designer Sarees”
“₹84,000 – Electronics Purchase”
MD office mein apne phone ka alert dekh raha tha, uski aankhon mein ek wicked smile thi.
“She accepted my gift… aur kaise accept kiya.”
Usne apne glass mein whiskey daali aur whisper kiya,
“Ab Geeti sirf naam se nahi… feeling se bhi meri ho rahi hai.”
Lekin MD ek baat bhool gaya tha—Geeti kisi ki hoti nahi, sirf apni hoti hai.
Jo woh le rahi thi, woh sirf ek aur chaal thi… aur Thailand us chaal ka agla move.

Geeti mall ke lingerie section mein explore kar rahi thi, jab uska phone vibrate hua.
Screen pe MD ka naam chamak raha tha—aur uske message ke saath ek image bhi.
MD ka text:
“Try this one too… for our special night.”
Pic: A jet-black lace bra and panty set—ultra bold, sheer, seductive.
Geeti ne screen dekha… phir aankhon mein ek naughty chamak aayi.
“Mujhe test kar raha hai?” usne socha.
Lekin woh MD ke trap mein nahi, uske game mein apna twist daalne wali thi.
Usne turant nearby ek premium lingerie shop mein enter kiya, exact same set dhoondha, aur bina second thought ke purchase kar liya.
MD ke card se.
One more alert buzzed on MD's phone:
“₹13,999 – Intimates & Lingerie”
MD ne message dekha, smirk kiya.
“She’s playing along...”
Wapas ghar aake, Geeti ne woh same black lingerie pehna.
Mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi—deep black lace against her glowing golden skin, and ek hi cheez jo aur visible thi: uska mangalsutra.
Ek reminder ki woh kisi ki wife hai—aur phir bhi, poore duniya ke fantasy mein jeeti hai.
Soham room mein aaya, uski breath literally ruk gayi.
“Tum... isme toh... main control nahi rakh paunga.”
Geeti ne soft hansi mein bola, “Face mat dikhana. Just one click. Sirf uske liye.”
Soham ne ek close-up shot liya—Geeti in the bold black lingerie, only her body and mangalsutra visible.
Seduction and sanskaar… ek frame mein.
Geeti ne woh pic MD ko bhej di, aur saath mein ek message:
“Your gift… accepted. But remember, sir—what you see, doesn’t mean you’ll get to touch.”
“Earn it. In Thailand.”
MD apne cabin mein tha jab usne pic open ki.
Screen pe woh image jhalak gayi—black lace, soft curves, mangalsutra…
Uske haathon se glass chhootte chhootte bacha.
Uska dil tez dhadakne laga, aur ek raw desire se uska pura body react kar gaya.
“She’s dangerous… and I want her even more now.”
MD ne apne tie loose ki, aur whisper kiya—
“Thailand will be unforgettable, Geeti.”






Geeti aur Soham mall se nikal rahe the. Soham ke haathon mein shopping bags the—sexy sarees, lingerie, perfumes, gifts… poori Thailand tayaari.
Geeti side by side chal rahi thi, poore glow mein, fresh and confident, saree mein wrapped like a walking temptation.
Soham ka phone baja—naya wala, jo Geeti ne uske liye kharida tha.
Usne haste hue phone nikala hi tha ki ek second ke liye sab kuch freeze ho gaya…
Ek ladka, hoodie mein, uske haath se phone kheench kar bhaag gaya.
Soham shock mein khada reh gaya, samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki hua kya.
Aur ussi waqt, ek danda hawa mein ghuma, ek dam accurate trajectory mein—seedha chor ke kandhe pe jaake laga.
THWACK!
Chor ka balance hil gaya, aur vo zameen par gir gaya.
Sabke chehre uss direction mein ghoome—
Wahan se ek powerful, lean, stylish cop tezi se aa raha tha. Black shirt, sleeves rolled, aviators on, poori body confidence mein tight, walk mein ek raw energy.
Uska chehra rugged tha, beard trimmed, jaw sharp—and eyes like fire. Shahid Kapoor-style.
Usne zameen pe pade chor ke 2-3 ghuse zor se maare—no overacting, no shouting—bas direct action.
Chor behaal ho gaya, mooh se awaaz bhi nahi nikal paayi. Tab tak ek hawaldar bhi pichhe se aa gaya aur usne us chor ko hatkadi pehna di.
Officer ne jhuk ke Soham ka phone uthaya, uski screen check ki, aur seedha aake Soham ke haath mein diya.
Bina attitude, bina ego—bas calm professionalism.
“Tumhara phone.”
Soham ne slightly shaken expression ke saath “Thanks… Thank you, sir,” bola.
Tabhi Geeti bhi thoda aage badh ke uske paas aayi, apni voice mein warmth aur elegance ke saath boli—
“Thank you, sir... agar aap nahi hote toh…”
Aur usi waqt us officer ki aankhein pehli baar Geeti pe tik gayi.
Usne jo dekha… uska dum le gaya.
Geeti ek deep emerald green satin saree mein thi, dbangd flawlessly.
Sleeveless blouse, low-cut but elegant.
Uska toned waistline saree ke pleats ke beech se tease kar raha tha, ek silver kamarbandh halki si chamak de raha tha.
Uska mangalsutra uske cleavage ke bilkul center mein rest kar raha tha, bold yet traditional.
Geeti ke baal loosely khule the, ek taraf se shoulder ke upar girte hue, aur uski eyes mein ek sharp confidence tha, paired with that warm smile.
Cop ka expression one-second ke liye shift hua.
From hard-edged action hero… to silent admirer.
Usne Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha, ek subtle nod diya—aur phir seedha mudh gaya.
No flirting. No extra words. Bas ek powerful vibe chhod ke chala gaya.
Hawaldar peeche peeche chor ko kheench raha tha.
Geeti ne ek pal ke liye uske jaate hue kadmon ki taraf dekha, fir halki si smile ki.
“Interesting man…” she muttered softly.
Soham ne tease karte hue kaha, “Kya hua? Cop ne bhi impress kar diya?”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Bas uska danda fast tha…”
“Aur aankhein… even faster.”


Geeti ab tak ussi spot par khadi thi—Soham ke saath, bags haath mein, par mann kahin aur atka hua tha. Chor pakda ja chuka tha, phone wapas mil gaya tha, par Geeti ka focus ab kisi aur pe tha… uss cop par.
Woh gaya toh tha, lekin uske jaane ka style bhi… kuch aur hi tha.
Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar khula, chest tight fit mein ubhar raha tha. Walk mein ek attitude tha—jaise poori duniya ko ignore karke sirf apne rhythm mein jeeta ho.
Na smile, na dialogue. Sirf aankhon se sab bol diya.
Geeti ne aankh utha ke dekha… Cop apni car tak pahunch chuka tha.
Usne door khola, baithne se pehle ek baar aur mudh ke dekha—seedha Geeti ki taraf.
Us nazar mein possessiveness nahi thi… lekin raw attraction tha.
Koi flirt nahi, koi gesture nahi—sirf aankhon se bola: "Mujhe yaad rakhna."
Geeti ka dil ek second ke liye theher gaya.
Pehli baar kisi anjaan mard ne use is tareeke se dekha tha—
jaise woh ladki nahi, ek element ho… power, fire, control.
Usne aankh milayi… aur fir woh car mein baith gaya.
Engine ghooma… aur bina brake ya extra glance ke woh chala gaya.
Par Geeti ka mann… wahi ruka reh gaya.
Soham kuch bol raha tha bags ke baare mein, lekin Geeti ne sirf ek halki “hmm” kiya.
Uska dimaag ussi aankhon mein atka hua tha.
“Yeh kaun tha?” usne andar hi andar socha.
“Aur kyun... uske ek nazar ne mujhe hilaa diya?”
MD, Raghavan, Aditya, Vikram, Arjun… sabne usse chaha tha.
Par yeh cop… usne chaha nahi. Sirf dekha. Aur woh dekhna hi kaafi tha.
Geeti ne dheere se apne lips pe zabaan pheri… ek ajeeb si heat feel ki.
Thailand ki trip ab aur zyada complicated hone wali thi—kyunki Geeti ke dimaag mein ek aur mard ki jhalak ghus chuki thi.



Inspector Deva car mein baitha chuka tha, lekin uska mann mall ke entrance pe khadi ek aurat mein hi atka hua tha—Geeti.
Woh sirf ek pretty face nahi thi… uske andar kuch tha jo Deva jaise rough, street-smart officer ka bhi dhyan kheench gaya tha.
Saree mein wrapped seduction. Mangalsutra ke saath sanskaar. Eyes mein grace. Smile mein power.
“Itni graceful aur seductive ek saath… aur pati ke saath aayi hai. Par uske body language mein kuch aur tha…”
Deva ne apne steering wheel pe ungliyon se tap karte hue apne aap se kaha,
“Yeh ladki alag hai… seductive bhi hai, aur kisi aur level pe pure bhi. Pati ke saath hone ke bawajood… aankhon mein ek kahaani chhupi hai.”
Woh ladkiyaan toh dekhi thi jisne flirt kiya, jinki aankhon mein hook-up likha hota tha.
Par Geeti—woh flirt nahi kar rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein direct nazar thi… jaise challenge de rahi ho, lekin silently.
Aisi aurat chhoone layak nahi, jeene layak lagti thi.
Deva ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si ghumti thi—“Ye ladki... kisi aur ke saath kyun hai?”
Woh ye question nahi pooch raha tha out of lust… balki curiosity. A deep one.
Tabhi usne hawaldar Rane ko bulaya, jo pichhe wali bike pe tha.
“Rane,” usne dry tone mein bola.
“Thode der baad mall ke andar jaana. Us couple ke baare mein info nikaal. Woh ladki green satin saree mein thi… pati ke saath thi. Mujhe unka naam, gaadi ka number, aur kaha rehte hain—sab chahiye.”
Rane ne surprise hoke bola, “Sir, koi case hai kya?”
Deva ne side mein dekha, sunglasses utare, aur slow smile diya.
“Nahi… filhal koi case nahi. Par ho sakta hai… future mein ho.”
Usne ignition ghuma diya. Gaadi raw engine ke saath move ki.
Par jaise hi rearview mirror mein Geeti ka reflection gayab hua, Deva ne socha—
“Ek baar aur dekhna hai usse. Jaanna hai… kyun uski ek nazar se mera control hil gaya.”
Aur gaadi mud gayi… seedha thane ki taraf, lekin dil Geeti ke aaspaas hi bhatakta raha.





Shaam ko, jab Inspector Deva apne office se nikal kar direct ek residential society ke saamne rukha, uska mann calm tha, lekin aankhon mein wohi intensity.
Rane ne saari details de di thi—Soham aur Geeti, flat number, gaadi ka number, even their recent shopping bill ka breakdown.
Deva ne building ke lobby mein enter kiya, lift se third floor gaya, aur door ke samne khade hoke knock kiya—do baar, firm tap.
Darwaza khola Amruta ne.
Ek young, attractive woman. Usne Deva ko dekha, thoda hesitant expression ke saath pucha,
“Kaun chahiye?”
Deva ne apna ID card dikhaya, calm voice mein bola, “Main Inspector Deva. Soham aur Geeti se kuch zaroori baat karni thi.”
Amruta ne seedha awaaz lagayi,
“Didi… Soham… ek security officer officer aaya hai, aap dono ko bula raha hai.”
Thodi der mein Soham drawing room tak aaya, t-shirt aur track pants mein—casual, lekin thoda alert.
“Sir, aap yahan? Please, andar aaiye.”
Deva ne sir hila ke andar kadam rakha, ghar simple lekin neat tha—ghar ki warmth mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Woh ek corner sofa pe baith gaya, poora environment calmly scan karta raha.
Soham ne pucha, “Kya kaam tha, sir?”
Deva ne neutral expression ke saath bola,
“Kuch khaas nahi. Jo chor ko maine aaj pakda tha, uske case mein bas aapka ek short statement chahiye. Confirm karna tha ki phone chori aapke saath hua tha. FIR mein formality hai.”
“Haan ji, bilkul,” Soham ne turant kaha. “Main likh ke de dunga.”
Tabhi kitchen se Geeti nikalti hai.
Aur Deva ka dil… ek baar phir hil gaya.
Geeti ghar ke casual kapdon mein thi—ek soft cotton sleeveless kurti, niche pyjama.
Simple, ghar ke outfit. Lekin uski twacha ka natural glow, uski neckline ka curve, aur bare shoulders ne Deva ka pura dhyan khinch liya.
Uske baal loosely bandh rahe the, lekin usne Deva ko dekhte hi ek haath se baal piche kiye…
Aur bas… usi movement mein uski smooth armpits ki halki jhalak dikh gayi.
Soft, clean… subtly seductive.
Deva ne aankhen control karne ki koshish ki, lekin uske mooh se halki si narm awaaz nikal gayi—“Uff...”
Na zyada loud, na obvious… sirf ek suppressed reaction.
Geeti ne use directly aankhon mein dekha, aur ek soft, respectful smile di—bilkul sanskari pativrata biwi wali.
But Deva jaanta tha—yeh smile ke andar kuch aur tha. Challenge, control, aur ek spark jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya.
“Statement dekar chala jaunga…” Deva ne socha.
“Par yeh ladki… mere dimaag se jaane wali nahi hai.”






It had been two days since Deva visited Geeti and Soham’s home.
But woh do minute, woh ek smile, aur woh sleeveless kurti ke neeche dikhte uske nange shoulders aur armpits—woh Deva ke dimaag se jaa nahi rahe the.
He’d seen countless women—bold, broken, brazen—but Geeti mein kuch alag tha.
She was temptation wrapped in simplicity.
Woh full force mein try kar raha tha apne kaam pe focus karne ka, but Geeti ka image baar baar uske dimaag ke kone mein flash hota.
Uske eyes… wo softness ke saath ek chhupi hui chaal bhi rakhti thi.
“Kya yeh sirf attraction hai? Ya kuch aur?” Deva ne apne cabin mein baithke socha.
Phir usne phone uthaya… aur Rane ko bula liya.

Geeti balcony mein khadi thi, coffee ka cup haath mein. Soham andar call pe busy tha.
She was wearing a soft floral cotton night suit, hair open, and a calm smile playing on her lips.
Tabhi bell baji.
Door open karte hi Amruta ek second ke liye frozen reh gayi.
Wahi same security officer officer, Inspector Deva.
Black shirt, same intense eyes, par aaj uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa softness tha.
“Namaste,” Deva ne short smile ke saath kaha. “Main andar aa sakta hoon?”
Is baar Geeti ne khud approach kiya.
“Zaroor, sir. Aaiye.”
Uska voice calm tha, lekin andar se woh bhi feel kar rahi thi kuch… alag.
Soham bhi aaya, dekh ke slightly surprised hua. “Sir, sab theek hai?”
Deva ne baitak mein baithte hue bola,
“Ek update dena tha… woh chor jiska statement liya tha, usne pehle bhi aise hi 3 jagah chori ki thi. Aap dono ki statement kaafi help karegi court mein.”
Geeti ne side mein sofa par baithte hue ek subtle glance diya.
Aaj usne kurtis ke bajaye ek deep blue cotton nightwear pehna tha—modest, par perfectly fitted.
Uska neckline slightly loose tha, aur jab usne baal adjust kiye… wohi jhalak… wohi softness.
Deva ne aankhon mein control laane ki koshish ki, par nazar phisal hi gayi.
Phir, ek second mein Geeti ne aankhon mein aankhon daali—seedha, silent, **jaise keh rahi ho: “Main jaanti ho


Deva ne statement form nikaala, pen uthaya, lekin uska dhyaan kaagaz pe nahi, Geeti par tha.
Woh ab kitchen se nikal kar table ke paas aayi thi, paani ka glass lekar.
Simple cotton kurti, loose pajamas, aur ek calm elegance jo kisi bhi fashionable makeup se zyada powerful thi.
“Sir, paani lijiye,” usne bola, voice mein softness thi, lekin aankhon mein ek teekha sparkle.
Deva ne glass liya.
Uska haath Geeti ke haath se chhua... bas ek second ke liye.
Lekin woh ek second... lambe waqt tak uske andar echo karta raha.
“Aap log kaafi samajhdaar couple lagte ho,” Deva ne casually kaha, “lekin pata nahi kyun, aapke ghar mein kuch... alag energy hai.”
Soham ne muskurate hue bola, “Hum thoda unconventional hain, sir.”
“Ek dusre ko samajhne ki koshish karte hain… zyada bandh ke nahi rakhte.”
Geeti ne woh line suni… aur Deva ki taraf aankhon se dekha.
Aankhon mein directness thi. Challenge nahi… lekin invitation to curiosity.
Deva ne pen table par rakha. Woh jaane ko tha... par pair ruka rahe.
“Kya main thodi der baith sakta hoon?” usne pucha, voice calm but loaded.
Soham thoda hairaan hua, lekin haan mein sir hila diya, “Of course, sir. Chai laaun?”
Deva ne Geeti ki taraf dekha.
“Agar aap banayein toh…”
Geeti ke honthon pe ek teasing si smile aayi.
“Thik hai, sir. Par chai strong milegi… main thoda kadak banati hoon.”
Deva ne aankhon se jawab diya, “Mujhe strong hi pasand hai.”
Kitchen mein jaake Geeti thoda muskurayi. Woh jaanti thi—yeh sirf chai nahi, ek rishta banne ki shuruaat thi.
Living room mein Deva chhup-chhup kar uski movements observe kar raha tha. Uska back, uski bare arms, jab woh jug uthakar stove pe rakhti thi, jab uske baal ka ek strand uske cheek pe girta tha aur woh usse piche karti thi... har moment Deva ko ek trance mein daal raha tha.
Woh security officerwala tha—hundreds of cases, dozens of affairs.
Lekin Geeti… yeh pehli thi jo uske andar silence create kar rahi thi.
Chai aayi. Conversation chalu hua. Politics se leke society tak, aur phir thoda personal. Soham active tha, lekin Deva ke har jawab ke baad, uski nazar Geeti par hi rehti thi—jaise uske reaction padhta ho.
45 minutes baad, jab finally woh uthne laga, usne door tak jaake ruk ke kaha:
“Waise… main Geeti ji ke haath ki chai kaafi din yaad rakhunga.”
Geeti ne slow smile diya, “Aap jaise log bhoolte nahi... sirf observe karte hain.”
Deva ne pehli baar openly uski taraf dekha—bina blink kiye.
“Aur aap jaise log sirf dikhaate nahi… chhupake bhi kaafi kuch keh jaate hain.”
Woh chala gaya.
Lekin woh waqt… woh baat-cheet… woh gaze…
Teeno ke beech ek invisible thread chhod gaya tha.

Soham ne door band kiya, thoda time chhup raha, phir Geeti ki taraf mudh gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ajeeb si excitement thi.
“Toh…” he said slowly, “kya feel kiya? Jab woh andar tha… tumhe dekh raha tha… woh look?”
Geeti sofa pe baith gayi, uske haath mein abhi bhi chai ka cup tha—lekin ab woh sirf uske honthon ke paas tha, lips tak nahi gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ek sharam bhari si smile thi.
“Alag laga.” Geeti finally said.
“Woh… woh sirf dekh nahi raha tha. Woh scan kar raha tha. Jaise har movement absorb kar raha ho… bina kuch bole.”
Soham aake uske saamne baith gaya, dono aankhon se aankhon mein.
“Aur tumhe? Kya feel hua?”
Geeti thoda hesitant lagi… lekin phir usne confess kiya.
“Uski aankhon mein ek raw man power thi… full silence mein bhi possessiveness thi. Mujhe aisa laga—jaise main kisi cheez ka part nahi, balki poori cheez hoon jisey woh paana chahta hai.”
Soham ke lips pe ek crooked smile aaya… aur uska breathing thoda heavy ho gaya.
“Tumhe woh chahiye?”
Geeti ne aankh milake seedha kaha,
“Main chahti hoon… woh mujhe chaahe.”
“Aur main yeh game control mein rakhna chahti hoon… lekin honestly, jab usne mujhe dekha tha…”
“…main andar se pura heat feel kar rahi thi.”
Soham ab already turned on tha.
Uska naya phone ek side tha, par uska focus sirf Geeti ke shabdon pe tha.
“Geeti…” usne dheere se kaha, “main ek cheez kehna chahta hoon… jo kabhi kisi se nahi kaha.”
Geeti curious ho gayi, “Kya?”
Soham leaned in closer, his voice now low and loaded with hunger.
“I want to see him… when he fucks you.”
Geeti shock mein uski taraf dekhi.
Kuch seconds ke liye silence chhaya raha.
Phir uske honthon pe ek teasing smile aayi.
“Tum dekh paoge? Jab woh meri saree hataayega… jab main uske neeche rahungi… jab uski aankhon mein woh intensity wapas dikhegi…”
Soham ne uske pair pakad liye, “Main sirf dekhna nahi chahta… main tum dono ko feel karna chahta hoon.”
“Tumhare expressions, uska power… aur tum dono ke beech jo tension hai, uska climax.”
Geeti ne uska face apne haathon mein liya… aur whisper kiya,
“Toh tayyar ho jao… Deva ke game mein main jaa rahi hoon. Lekin script ab bhi mere paas hai.”




Geeti aaj apne routine mein thi—market jaane nikli thi ek light kurti aur palazzo mein, bina kisi special tayyari ke. No lipstick, no dramatic dbang. Just a simple bun, jhumkas, and a sling bag.
Lekin simplicity mein bhi uski ada chhupi thi.
Woh ek supermarket ke parking mein apni scooty park kar rahi thi, jab ek kaali Scorpio uske paas rukhi. She didn't pay much attention.
Tabhi window neeche hua… aur andar baitha tha—Inspector Deva.
Geeti ke steps ruk gaye. Aankhen thodi si fail gayi.
“Madam market bhi aati hain?” Deva ne tease kiya, voice mein usual calm sarcasm.
“Main toh sochta tha aap sirf royal entry leti hain…”
Geeti ne smile kiya, “Sir, mujhe groceries bhi chahiye hoti hain. Warna ‘aap jaisa khaas mehmaan’ aayega toh chai ke saath kya serve karungi?”
Deva ki aankhon mein wo hi spark laut aaya.
“Phir toh main baar baar aata rahoon... taaki har baar naye serve ka taste mile.”
Chhoti si teasing silence hui.
Geeti ne scooter ka stand lagaya, aur casual tone mein bola,
“Akele ho, sir?”
“Hamesha.” Deva ne seedha jawab diya.
“Companions mere liye distractions ban jaate hain. Par…”
He looked straight into her eyes.
“Kuch distractions… worth it hote hain.”
Geeti ne aankh milayi, bina blink kiye.
Uska dil dhadak raha tha, par uska chehra shant tha.
“Aaj aapko dekhke lag raha hai… aap mujhe jaan bujh ke mila hai.”
Deva: “Main toh keh raha tha… shayad aap mujhe attract kar rahi ho. Subconsciously.”
Geeti ne thoda paas aake kaha, “Sir, main married hoon.”
Deva leaned slightly forward from the driver’s seat.
“Aur main emotionally unavailable. Dono perfect mismatch hain. Tabhi toh yeh chemistry itni khatarnaak hai.”
Geeti ne palat ke andar market ki taraf jaane ka signal diya, “Main andar ja rahi hoon…”
Deva ne kaha, “Main yahin hoon. Jab tak tum ho, dekhne ke liye reason bhi hai.”
Geeti andar chali gayi, lekin har shelf pe usse lag raha tha… woh dekha jaa raha hai.
Woh aankhon ka pressure… woh silent chase… woh hawaa jo suddenly thodi garam lagne lagi thi.
Jab woh billing pe aayi, tabhi usne dekha—Deva bhi andar aa chuka tha. Bas ek chocolate bar aur energy drink leke, line mein uske peeche.
“Sweet ke baad thoda bitter chahiye hota hai.”
Usne whisper kiya.
Geeti ne slow turn kiya, aur bola—
“Careful rahiye, sir… zyada meetha blood sugar badha deta hai.”
Deva ne smirk kiya,
“Aur zyada kadak... dil.”






Geeti mall se nikalte waqt chhoti si smile ke saath Deva ko side glance deke chali gayi.
Deva ne chocolate aur drink ka bill kiya, aur seedha apni gaadi ki taraf.
Tabhi… badal garajne lage.
Tez hawa, halki drops… aur phir achanak Mumbai-style baarish.
Geeti apni scooty tak bhaagti hai, lekin baarish itni tez thi ki uska cotton kurta turant chipak gaya uske body se.
Usne scooty ka cover khola, par ignition se pehle usne dekha—pure kapdon se uska bra shape ubhar aaya tha, wet fabric se.
Tabhi uske peeche ek horn baja.
She turned.
Black Scorpio. Deva inside.
Window neeche aaya, aur bina kuch bole usne side door unlock kiya.
Sirf ek sentence:
“Scooty chhodo. Aaj tum sirf insaan ho, waterproof nahi.”
Geeti ne ek second socha… phir chali gayi uski car ke paas.
She got in. Entirely drenched. Hair wet, lips trembling—not from cold, but something else.
Car ke andar ek thick silence tha.
Deva uske wet look ko side mein dekh raha tha, magar bina ghoore.
Bas ek gehri si nazar thi—control mein, lekin andar se hil chuki thi.
“Kaha chhod doon?” usne poocha, voice thodi rough thi.
“Bas... thodi der drive kar lo,” Geeti ne jawab diya, apne wet baal pe haath phirte hue.
Us movement mein uska armpit ek baar phir se visible hua. Clean. Soft. Wet.
Deva ne aankhon se sidha road dekha, par uska grip steering pe tight ho gaya.
“Tum jaanti ho na… jo ho raha hai… woh casual nahi hai?” Deva ne poocha.
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, “Main sab jaanti hoon. Bas... dekh rahi hoon, tum kitna control kar sakte ho.”
Deva ne brake lightly dabaya. Car ek side lane mein ghuma di.
Ab baarish bahar thodi dheemi ho gayi thi.
Andar… dono ka heartbeat tez.
Deva leaned a little closer.
“Tumhara pati kya jaanta hai?”
Geeti ne whispered, “Woh sab jaanta hai. Aur woh dekhna chahta hai—kab mera control tootega.”
Deva ab uske lips ke kaafi close tha…
But still… he held back.
“Mujhe laga main strong hoon. Tumne meri soch badal di.”
Geeti smiled slowly.
“Mujhe na toh fasaana hai… na fasna. Mujhe sirf dekhna hai—tum kaise bikhrote ho.”

Car ek chhoti si sunaan galli mein ruki thi.

Baarish ab windshield pe halki tapping kar rahi thi—lekin andar… ek alag baarish chal rahi thi.
Geeti ki breathing slightly uneven thi, uska kurta ab thoda sukha ho raha tha car ki warm air se, lekin body ka curve us wet fabric ke through ab bhi Deva ke samne ek open secret tha.
Deva ne steering se haath hata liya.
Usne side glance diya—aur woh nazar simple nahi thi.
Woh nazar woh thi jisme ek security officer officer, ek mard aur ek junooni insaan saath zinda the.
“Tum dangerous ho, Geeti,” usne finally kaha, voice low, rough and magnetic.
“Tum mujhe woh feel karwa rahe ho… jo maine kabhi nahi chaha tha.”
Geeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Toh mat feel karo.”
Deva leaned closer.
“Kar raha hoon. Control nahi hai.”
Geeti ki aankhon mein game chal raha tha—lekin dil thoda fast dhadak raha tha.
She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull back.
Instead… usne apni cheek uski taraf thoda angle pe kar di—jaise keh rahi ho, agar kuch karna hai… toh abhi.
Unka distance ab sirf ek sans ka tha.
Deva ke haath ne armrest pe pressure daala. Uska face Geeti ke paas… itna paas ki dono ke saans ek doosre ke cheek pe feel ho rahi thi.
Phir Geeti ne dheere se bola,
“You want to touch me, don’t you?”
Deva ne aankhon mein aankhon daal ke kaha—“Main tumhare andar ghus jaana chahta hoon. Tumhaari aankhon se. Tumhare silence mein. Tumhare har movement mein.”
Geeti ka gala thoda dry ho gaya tha.
But she smiled… not a lustful smile… ek victorious, confident smile.
“Aur agar main chahoon… ki tum sirf dekhte raho?”
Deva thoda sa laugh kiya—bitter, helpless.
“Phir main dekhunga. Jab tak jal nahi jaata.”
Phir ek long pause hua.
Don’t-touch-me energy, mixed with please-touch-me heat.
Geeti ne aankhon se uska face scan kiya—ek mard jo bahar se tough tha, lekin ab uske samne vulnerable tha.
Tabhi… Geeti ne apni finger se Deva ke cheek ke paas ek boond baarish ki wipe ki.
Bas ek touch. Soft. Warm. Quiet.
“Chalo sir, ghar chhodiye. Warna aaj kuch toot jaayega.”
Deva ne car start ki.
No more words.
Par jo unki aankhon mein tha… woh sex se bhi zyada intense tha.
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