Adultery Nayi Shuruaat - Meri Sweet Maa Bani Meri Bhai Ki Dulhan

[Joker44]

Pre-Wedding Shoot Day – Early Morning, Countryside Location
Dhoop halki si zameen ko chhoo rahi thi, aur ek narm si thand hawaon mein ghoom rahi thi. Kheton ke beech ek chhota sa haveli-type resort book kiya gaya tha shoot ke liye. Background mein mustard fields, ek chhoti jheel, aur mitti ki khushboo. Perfect setup for their rustic-romantic theme.
Naina, clipboard leke, poora schedule handle kar rahi thi jaise woh wedding planner ho:
“Okay! First look shots, then solo bride, phir couple shots on the swing, and then golden hour mein drone wala sequence!”
Rohan camera crew ko samjha raha tha, “Lighting natural hi rakhna. Aur jab woh dupatta udaaye… slow-mo tight shot chahiye.”
Reeti, ek soft peach lehenga mein, light makeup ke saath, chudiyaan pehene balcony pe khadi thi. Uske chehre pe excitement tha… par dil ke kisi kone mein ek aur sensation—aaj full moon hai.
Aaj ki raat... voh raat ho sakti thi.
Rajat, sherwani-style kurta aur waistcoat mein, aankhon mein wohi naughty sparkle leke uske paas aaya.
“Dulhan sahiba, aapko camera ke samne sirf smile nahi… mera dil bhi churana hai.”
Reeti ne aankhen ghumayi:
“Smile karne ke paise lagenge. Ek extra surprise chahiye mujhe, warna fake candid hi milega.”
Rajat leaned closer, aankhon mein woh teasing mystery:
“Toh ready ho? Surprise ka time aa gaya.”
Phir usne pocket se ek chhoti velvet box nikala.
Reeti ka heartbeat instant double ho gaya.
Box khula, aur andar ek antique-style gold mangalsutra tha—delicate, elegant, bilkul Garima-style… par modern twist ke saath.
Usne kaha,
“Yeh... shaadi ke din ke liye nahi. Yeh aaj ke liye hai. Shoot mein pehna dekhna chahta hoon. Bas… main aur tu.”
Reeti ki aankhon mein aansu the. Woh box lete hue boli,
“Rajat… tum nahi jaante yeh kitna… kitna zyada matlab rakhta hai.”
Usne sirf kaha:
“Tum bhi nahi jaanti… mujhe kyun aisa lagta hai jaise yeh mangalsutra... pehle bhi maine kisi aur janam mein tumhare liye liya ho.”
Reeti ka mann thoda hil gaya. Kya uske subconscious ne kuch mehsoos kar liya?
Lekin phir… Naina cheekh ke boli:
“Guys! Position le lo! Golden light aa rahi hai!”
Reeti ne us mangalsutra ko gale mein pehna…
Aur poore shoot ke dauraan, sirf ek soch uske dimaag mein goonjti rahi—
“Aaj ki raat… main Garima ban jaungi. Kya Rajat pehchaan lega?”


Pehla outfit tha—classic royal vibe. Reeti ne mustard yellow lehenga pehna tha, traditional gota work ke saath, aur Rajat ek ivory kurta-pyjama mein total prince lag raha tha.
Dono ek vintage swing pe baithe, peeche se dupatta uda, aur drone upar se shoot kar raha tha.
Rohan (behind the camera):
“Bhai, itna romantic mat ho ja, yeh pre-wedding hai, honeymoon nahi!”
Reeti:
“Tu chup reh Rohan, thoda aur paas aa Rajat… mujhe yeh jhootha wala smile nahi chahiye.”
Rajat, close hoke, softly bola:
“Smile tab aata hai jab tu meri taraf dekhti hai… baaki sab acting hai.”
Aur click! Photographer caught that very moment. Golden.

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Second outfit: Indo-western fusion look.
Reeti ne emerald green crop-top lehenga pehna tha, slit style skirt ke saath—belly button pe direct breeze ka impact. Rajat ka throat instantly dry ho gaya.
Woh bas uski neval ke aaspaas ghoorti dori ko dekhta raha.
Rajat (low voice mein):
“Tu toh keh rahi thi smile ke paise lagenge… main toh aankhein band karke kharch karne ko ready hoon.”
Reeti, half-sassy:
“Main toh soch rahi hoon bill extra kar doon… staring charges include nahi the.”

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Third outfit: Casual couple look – jeans, white shirts, field mein barefoot shots.
Dono ek dusre ko mitti laga rahe the, thoda push-pull, thoda laugh.
Reeti ne Rajat ko dhakka diya toh woh direct muddy patch mein ja gira.
Naina (laughing):
“Arre dulhe raja! Ise kehte hain clean shot!”
Rajat ne Reeti ko neeche kheench liya.
Aur dono camera ke liye land kiya—full laugh, muddy but magical.

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Evening: Traditional vibes again.
Reeti wore a deep red silk saree—simple, elegant, with gajra in her hair.
Rajat was in deep maroon kurta. Photographer ne bola:
“Yeh wala frame close-up hoga… sirf aankhon mein emotion.”
Rajat ne Reeti ki aankhon mein dekha—aur ek second ke liye time ruk gaya.
Un aankhon mein pehchaan thi. Jaise woh kahin pehle bhi waha thi.
Rajat:
“Tujh mein kuch aisa hai… jo mujhe har baar naye se purane tak le jaata hai.”
Reeti ne aankhen churaayi, par dil mein goosebumps aagaye.
“Woh kuch nahi… woh sab kuch hoon.”

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Raat hoti gayi, but photoshoot ne sabko thaka diya. Camera crew pack-up kar raha tha, Rohan aur Naina dinner setup dekh rahe the.
Rajat aur Reeti ek bench par baithe the—stars ke neeche, silence mein.
Unki thakaan mein bhi pyaar tha.
Rajat:
“Best day ever. Tu har outfit mein ek nayi kahani thi.
But mera favourite? Green one. Tumhe dekhke lag raha tha… jaise meri zindagi ki poetry samne chal rahi ho.”
Reeti sirf muskaraayi. Lekin uska dil… raat ki taraf badh raha tha.
Aaj poornima thi. Aur chand abhi tak clouds ke peeche chhupa tha.



 Night – Post Pre-Wedding Shoot, Open Courtyard
Dinner ke baad sab thak ke apne-2 kamre mein chale gaye the. Thodi der pehle tak laugh, music, aur camera flashes chal rahe the—ab sirf raat ki khamoshi aur chandni thi.
Reeti apne kamre ke balcony mein khadi thi, hair open, ek halka breeze uske balon mein uljha hua. Sky mein poornima ka chand tha—bada, roshan, aur bulata hua.
Uske haath mein tha mangalsutra—jo Rajat ne diya tha shoot ke liye, aur ab uske gale mein rehta hi tha.
Woh mangalsutra… jo asli mein uska hi tha, Garima ka.
Wahi jo Rajat ke papa ne uski pehli shaadi mein diya tha.
Wahi jo ab modern avatar mein Reeti ke gale mein phir se chamak raha tha.
“Yeh circle… pura ho raha hai ya dobara shuru?”
Usne mangalsutra ko haath mein pakda, anguliyon se uske motiyon ko mehsoos kiya.
Same pearls, same gold beads… but a new design. New life. New love.
Usne andar se dekha—chandni uski aankhon mein ghus rahi thi. Sadhu ke vachan yaad aaye:
“Poornima ki raat… tum chaaho toh Garima ban sakti ho. Lekin vahi sirf jab mann se tayyar ho.”
Aur aaj?
Woh nahi chahti thi.
Aaj usne decide kiya—Reeti hi rehna hai.
Aaj woh raat nahi thi jahan uska purana roop usse bula raha ho. Aaj woh raat thi jahan usne apne naye roop, naye pyaar, naye rishte ko sweekar kiya.
Tabhi peeche se awaaz aayi.
Rajat doorway pe tha, usse dekhta hua.
“Hamesha moonlight mein itni khoobsurat lagti ho ya aaj kuch special hai?”
Reeti thoda sa muskaayi, balcony se hatt ke uske paas gayi.
“Special toh hai… but sirf iss liye nahi ki chand poora hai… iss liye ki main bhi poori hoon.”
Rajat ne uska haath pakda, us mangalsutra ki taraf dekha.
“Tu jaanti hai yeh mangalsutra kahan se aaya?”
Reeti thoda choke hui. “Tumne kaha na, custom banwaya…”
Rajat:
“Haan… par jo pearls aur beads use hue hain, woh purane mangalsutra se liye gaye hain. Baba ne diya tha mujhe… bola tha, ‘Iss mein ashirwad hai. Use kar lena jab kisi aisi ladki se shaadi karo jo sirf pyaar nahi… par pehchaan bhi ho.’”
He looked at her
“…aur main tujhe dekhte hi samajh gaya, yeh usi ke liye hai.”
Reeti ka gala sukh gaya. Usne bas haan mein sir hila diya, warna dil toh cheekh raha tha:
“Woh ladki main hi hoon, Rajat. Teri maa, teri dulhan, teri Reeti.”
Lekin phir usne khud se kaha:
“Aaj main Garima nahi ban rahi. Aaj main sirf Reeti hoon. Kyunki yeh raat meri hai. Yeh pyaar mera hai. Aur yeh zindagi… ab meri chuni hui hai.”

 Night — The Balcony, Full Moon High, Silence Heavy with Desire
Reeti ab bhi Rajat ke saamne khadi thi, us mangalsutra ka halka sa chamak uski collarbone ko highlight kar raha tha. Uski aankhen uske chehre se zyada uske intent ko padhne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Chandni uske chehre pe ek divine glow bana rahi thi—jaise koi shringar kiye bina dulhan ho.
Rajat ne uska haath apne haathon mein liya, aur apne thumbs se uski ungliyon ko slowly rub karte hue uski taraf dheere-dheere badha.
“Reeti…” uski awaaz halki thi, lekin uske dil ki dhadkan ka wazan us ek shabd mein tha.
Reeti uski aankhon mein dekhte hue puchti hai,
“Tumne mujhe sab kuch diya Rajat… pyaar, izzat, naya jeevan. Tum chahte kya ho mujhse?”
Rajat ne ek second ke liye kuch nahi kaha. Sirf dekhta raha.
Phir usne dheere se muskaate hue kaha,
“Tujh mein jo mujhe chahiye… woh already mera hai. Main aur kya maangu?”
Reeti thoda aur close aayi. Uska dupatta thoda sa shoulder se phisla, lekin usne nahi uthaya. Aankhon mein uski cheekhi hui lalima thi—woh desire jo tameez mein lapeta gaya ho.
“Mana mat karo, Rajat… jo dil mein hai, keh do. Mujhe sunna hai.”
Rajat ne uske balon mein haath daala, uske ear tak aaya, aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar, ek husky breath ke saath bola:
“I want to fuck you in the ass.”
Reeti ka saans ek second ke liye ruk gaya. Pura sharir ek current jaise mehsoos karne laga. Woh reaction mein peeche nahi hati… uske lips pe ek gasped smile tha, aankhon mein shock nahi… heat thi.
Phir usne dheere se uske jawline ko chhua… aur uske lips par ek slow, deep kiss rakh diya—not innocent, not rushed… just right.
Rajat ne uske lower back ko pakda, uski body ko apni taraf kheench liya. Reeti ne apna haath uske chest par rakha, uska heartbeat mehsoos kiya, aur phir neck pe kiss karte hue dheere se moani…
“Tumhe jo chahiye… main woh ban jaungi. 
Uski blouse ke dori khul rahi thi, lekin aaj rush nahi tha. Aaj sab kuch pehle se chhuka hua tha… aaj sirf do log apne hi shabd se ek naya ehsaas likh rahe the.
Rajat uski kamar ko hold karta raha, slow kisses se uski skin ko explore karta raha… uski breathing aur uske lips ke beech sirf ek “I want you” ka raag baj raha tha.




Rajat ne uska haath pakda, aur bina kuch kahe use apne room ki taraf le gaya. Dono ke beech silence tha, lekin wo silence booming tha—every step echoed with unspoken lust, unfiltered want.
Darwaza bandh hua…
Lock ka chhota sa click jaise kisi ritual ka mantra tha.
Reeti uske samne khadi thi—blouse ki dori thodi si loose, breaths heavy, eyes dark with craving. Rajat ne pehle uski aankhon mein dekha… jaise poori zindagi waha likhi ho.
Phir usne blouse ke strap ko slowly slip karna shuru kiya, ek haath uski kamar ke niche le jaake usse apni taraf kheench liya.
Rajat, whispers mein:
“Tonight… tu sirf meri nahi, meri har fantasy bhi hai.”
Reeti ne uska shirt khola, uski bare chest ko touch kiya—slow, sensual, deliberate.
Uske fingers ne uske abs ko feel kiya jaise woh remember kar rahi ho ki yeh sharir uska hai… sirf uska.
Unke lips mile—deep, desperate, synced. Rajat ne uske breasts ko hold kiya, gently press kiya, aur phir mooh se uske nipples ko explore karne laga—sucking, kissing, biting just enough to make her gasp.
Reeti moaned, soft and raw,
“Rajat… oh god…”
Usne uske lehenga ka knot khola… fabric gir gaya, revealing her soft, bare thighs, her body glowing in moonlight. Reeti ne kuch nahi chhupaya—neither her body nor her hunger.
Rajat ne usse bed par litaaya, uska face kiss karte karte dheere se neeche utarna shuru kiya… down her neck, to her chest, her stomach, kissing around her navel, tongue tracing slow circles—every touch making her arch up in pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he growled against her skin,
“Every inch.”
Reeti's legs wrapped around him… body inviting, back arching, breath trembling.
She pulled him up, looked into his eyes, and whispered:
“I’m ready. Everything you want... tonight, take it.”
Rajat kissed her again—this time deeper, messier, rougher.
As his hands slid lower, between her thighs, and her moans turned to soft whimpers…
He paused, looked at her with fire in his eyes, and said,
“Turn around.”


Reeti bed par ghodi ki tarah jhuki hui thi—knees parted, arms down, breath fast and uneven. Chandni uske bare back par padh rahi thi, aur uska round, full ass us roshni mein ek living sculpture lag raha tha—soft curves, smooth skin, perfect arch. Rajat ne pehli baar usse is angle se dekha… aur uska saans andar hi atak gaya.
Usne dheere se apna haath uske hips par rakha, phir slowly, lovingly… uske ass par ek soft kiss rakha.
Reeti ka jism kaanp gaya. Ek moan uske honton se nikal gaya—low, breathy, involuntary.
“Rajat…” usne sirf uska naam kaha—magar uske andhar jitni want, surrender, aur shyness thi, woh sirf Rajat hi samajh sakta tha.
Rajat ne apni finger se uske curves ko trace kiya—jaise woh claim kar raha ho. Phir dheere se, one finger reeti ki ass hole mae dala  us jagah ko touch kiya jahan aaj tak kisi ne nahi chhua tha.
“Tight…” usne khud se kaha, “it’ll need time.”
Usne thumb se halka pressure diya—warm skin, firm hold, lekin jaise hi woh andar push karne laga, resistance mila. Her body wasn’t ready yet.
Reeti ne neeche se awaaz mein thoda sa thrill aur dar dono mila ke kaha,
“It’s yours… only yours. Yeh jagah pehli baar kisi ke liye khul rahi hai.”
Uske dil mein ek thought lightning ki tarah chhalki: "Apne pehle pati ke saath bhi maine yeh kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya... yeh sirf Rajat ke liye tha… yeh meri asli surrender hai."
Rajat ne uska kamar hold kiya, aur soft kiss uske lower back tak diya, phir whisper kiya:
“Main tujhe todne nahi, banaane aaya hoon.”
Woh uth kar drawer se ek small lube bottle nikaala. Return aate waqt usne ek aur baar uski body ko dekha—Reeti, folded forward, trusting, trembling.
Uski aankhon mein sirf dedication tha.
Reeti ne aankhen band kar ke feel kiya—har touch, har breath, har pause.
Aaj kuch bhi random ya casual nahi tha… aaj woh apni purest virgnity Rajat ko de rahi thi.





Rajat ne uske soft, round curves ke beech warm lube lagaya, fingers se gently spread karte hue. Reeti ka saans tez tha, uski har moan mein ek mix tha—eagerness… aur vulnerability.
Jaise hi Rajat ki ungli us sensitive ass jke andar gayi, Reeti ka jism thoda sa jhijhak gaya. Woh touch naya tha… intense tha...
Usne pillow pakad liya, cheek thoda mattress par rakha.
“Rajat…” uski awaaz halki thi, shaking.
Rajat ne uski lower back pe kiss rakha.
“Main yahi hoon. Just breathe. Tu mujhe jitna de rahi hai… woh sirf tujhe hi pata hai.”
Uske haath calm the—focused. He took his time, using more lube, tracing her tight entrance again… circular motion mein soft rub, fir thoda pressure… body ko prepare karte hue, gently stretching her.
Reeti ke naino se aansu tapak gaye. Na pain ke… na dard ke… woh emotion ke the.
“Mujhe kabhi kisi ne itne pyaar se nahi chhua…” she whispered.
Rajat ne uski aansu ko kiss se wipe kiya, aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk ke bola:
“Tu ro sakti hai… lekin main tujhe sirf todne ke liye nahi bana hoon. Main tujhe pura mehsoos karne aaya hoon. Jitni tu mujhe degi… main usse zyada tera ho jaunga.”
Phir usne apne hips uske against rakhe… his hard length warm and heavy, gently resting against her.
Ek second ke liye sab kuch slow ho gaya. Bas heartbeats aur breaths.
Phir… woh moment aaya.
Rajat ne dono haathon se uski hips hold ki, uska body thoda open kiya… and with one slow, deliberate push—just the tip of his lund, barely in.
Reeti ne aankhen band kar li, ek chhoti si gasp nikal gayi.
Not just from pressure… but from realization.
"Yeh moment… yeh surrender… yeh sirf Rajat ka hai."
Woh pal… raw tha. Beautiful tha. Sacred tha.





Rajat ne apni grip tight ki, haath uski kamar ke dono taraf. Ek pal ke liye usne apni aankhen band ki… uske andar har emotion, har tension ek jagah pe thama hua tha.
Phir ek hi jhatke mein — zor ka thrust.
“Aaahh– Rajat!!”
Reeti ki cheekh raat ko cheer gayi. Uski aawaz mein dard tha, shock tha… par uske saath hi ek moan bhi tha, jo surrender se nikla tha.
Uske naino se aansu nikal aaye. Woh jhatka intense tha. Too much. Too fast.
Uska jism ek second ke liye stiff ho gaya. Rajat uske andar the — deep, warm, and pulsing.
Woh hilta nahi… sirf uski back pe haath rakha, soft kiss diya, aur uski breathing sunta raha.
“Main yahin hoon… bas saans le, jaan…”
Reeti ne aankhen band ki. Uska cheek pillow pe tha. Puri body se pasina chhalak raha tha, par uska dil… dhadak raha tha ek naye rhythm mein.
Thodi der mein uske muscles dheere dheere relax hone lage. Pain ab bhi tha… lekin usme ek heat thi… ek pull.
Woh bas halki si awaaz mein boli:
“Kar na… dheere… par kar…”
Rajat ka mann hil gaya. Usne apne haath uske ass cheeks pe rakhe, thoda open kiya… aur phir dheere dheere thrust karna shuru kiya.
Har push ke saath usse lag raha tha jaise Reeti ki body usse andar kheench rahi ho.
“Tight… itni tight hai tu,” usne daanton ke beech se kaha.
Reeti ki moaning ab halki si rhythm mein badalne lagi thi…
“Ah… haa… Rajat…”
Ek waqt tha jab woh cheekh rahi thi, ab uski aawaz mein craving thi.
Thrust ke saath thap-thap ki wet slap sound kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Rajat ka pace ab steady ho gaya tha—deep, powerful, primal.
Reeti ke liye yeh sab kuch naya tha. Is level ki intimacy, yeh control ka chhod dena—she had never done this before.
Uska mann andar se cheekh raha tha:
“Yeh meri pehli baar hai… yeh meri sachchi surrender hai… aur yeh sirf Rajat ka haq hai.”
Har jhatke ke saath… dard pleasure mein badal raha tha.
Ek point aaya jab Reeti ne pillow ko daanton se pakad liya, aankhon se aansu nikalte hue—lekin usme ab dard nahi tha… sirf junoon tha.
“Main teri hoon, Rajat… puri tarah…” usne moan kar ke kaha.
Aur Rajat ne apna pace badhaya, uska haath uski kamar pe tight hua, aur un dono ke jism ek rhythm mein hilne lage—wild, untamed, aur ek dusre ke liye banaye gaye.
Chahe pichle janam ki yaadein ho, ya iss janam ka pyaar…
Iss raat, iss pal, iss bed pe—Reeti ne apni har boundary tod di. Aur Rajat ne uska har kone chhoo liya.




Rajat ka pace ab control ke bahar jaa raha tha—har thrust deeper, stronger, more desperate. Unke jism ek dusre mein ghule hue the, har jhatka ek nayi raw craving jaga raha tha.
Thap… thap… thap…
Bed frame halki si vibration mein tha, mattress uski rhythm ko absorb kar raha tha, aur kamra sirf Reeti ke moans aur Rajat ke breathy grunts se goonj raha tha.
“Rajat… haaa… aur…!”
Reeti ki awaaz tooti, phir nikli—half cry, half hunger. Her nails dug into the sheets, body arch hoti ja rahi thi. Her breath stuttered, and her thighs trembled.
Rajat ne uska waist tight pakda, uski back pe jhuk gaya, aur uske ear ke paas uski heavy, hot saans chhodi.
“Tu mujhme ghuli hui hai… tu meri hai… meri sabse gehri jagah tak.”
Thrust. Moan. Gasp.
Har push pe uska lund pura feel kar raha tha us tight warmth ko, jaise Reeti ki body usse tod ke apne andar le rahi ho.
She was melting beneath him—no thoughts, no past, just raw pleasure and surrender.
Reeti ne aankhen band kar ke moan kiya—ab voh lost thi, body apne aap hil rahi thi, voice ab control mein nahi thi:





“Rajat… main… main… aa rahi hoon!”
Rajat ne apni grip aur strong ki… body tensed… aur phir ek aakhri deep thrust ke saath—
“Reeti!!”
Their climax collided.
Uska lund throb karta raha andar… aur Reeti ki body shake kar gayi in release. Woh dono ek dusre mein chilla ke… khud ko khali kar gaye.
Saans tez thi… jism gila tha… palang ab bhi halki si movement mein tha.
Stillness followed. But inside them—aftershocks.
Rajat uske upar collapse kar gaya, dono ke bodies intertwined, breath se breath takra rahi thi. Reeti ne aankhen kholi, aankhon mein aansu the… magar is baar sirf relief ke.
She whispered, almost inaudibly:
“Maine aaj apna sab kuch de diya… aur mujhe sirf pyaar mila.”



Rajat ne dheere se apna aap uske andar se bahar nikala. Reeti ka jism ab bhi halka kaanp raha tha—tired, stretched, overwhelmed. Uski ass ab bhi garam thi, aur andar tak woh feeling chhodi ja chuki thi—the fullness, the stretch… the surrender.
Usne aankh band karke ek thandi si saans li. Bed sheet uske neeche garam thi, aur Rajat uske paas aa kar seedha uske bagal mein let gaya. Ek haath uski kamar ke upar, dusra uske baalon mein—jaise woh abhi bhi usse claim kar raha ho.
Rajat ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh sirf so gaya.
Lekin Reeti? Uske dimaag mein toofan tha.
“Aaj… aaj mera beta meri ass le gaya…”
Us thought pe uska saans ruk gaya. “Jo kaam uske pita ne kabhi nahi kiya… woh aaj Rajat ne kiya. Aur maine roka bhi nahi… main chaahti thi.”
Usne uske chest pe cheek rakh diya, uski heartbeat ko mehsoos kiya. Yeh dhadkan… yeh sharir… yeh pyaar… ab sirf uska tha.
“Main ab maa nahi hoon. Main ab bas uski Reeti hoon. Woh meri har had tod chuka hai. Aur maine har baar use chuna hai.”
Woh aaj bhi guilty nahi thi. Sirf silent.
Ek aur raat… ek aur roop… ek aur rishta.
Aur us raat… woh apne pyaar ke baahon mein so gayi.

Subah ki dhoop kamre mein dheere-dheere ghus rahi thi. Reeti ne aankhen kholi, aur sabse pehla ehsaas… jism ka dard tha. Specially wahan, jahan se pichli raat ka sabse intimate raaz ab bhi residue ki tarah chipka tha.
Woh dheere se uthne lagi, lekin ek kadam chalna bhi mushkil tha. Har step pe thoda sa pain, thoda sa tightness, aur Rajat ka chehra dimag mein flash hota.
“Uff… yeh kya kar diya tune, Rajat…” usne andar hi andar socha, lips pe ek helpless smile ke saath.
Tabhi room ka darwaza khula aur Naina andar aayi, towel leke.
Usne Reeti ko dheere chalne ki awkward chaal mein dekha… aur instantly, aankh mein shaq aur shaitani spark aa gaya.
Naina (teasing):
“Tu theek hai? Aise kyun chal rahi hai jaise kisi ne tere ghutne nahi, kuch aur hilaa diya ho?”
Reeti ka chehra ek second mein laal.
“Kuch nahi, thoda pain hai bas…”
Tabhi peeche se Rajat aaya, ek glass juice leke, casual si muskaan ke saath.
“Teeteeing gir gayi thi kal raat… bed se.”
Uski aankhon mein woh I-know-what-you-know waala look tha.
Reeti ne uski taraf aankhen taang ke dekha.
“Yeh sab teri hi wajah se hua hai…”
Phir usne aankhen neeche jhuka li, lips press kiye… aur chup ho gayi.
Naina ne dono ko dekha, thoda awkward silence mehsoos kiya, lekin phir chill tone mein bola:
“Bas... main toh keh rahi hoon pre-wedding ka glow toh full aa raha hai. Bas chalte waqt thoda sa balance bana lo dulhaniya!”

Car mein sab log the. Rohan driving, Naina beside him. Reeti aur Rajat backseat mein — close but quiet. Reeti ka haath Rajat ke haath mein tha, aur uske mind mein ab bhi raat ka har moment ghoom raha tha.
Uski body ab bhi sore thi… lekin uska mann?
Satisfied. Claimed. Changed.
Aur jab woh city lights dikhne lagi…
Usne socha: "Shaadi ab sirf ek rasam nahi rahi… ab yeh ek aisi kasam hai jahan maine apna har kone Rajat ko de diya hai."