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

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Shaadi ab ek mahine door thi. Ghar mein preparations ka pressure badhta ja raha tha—outfit trials, vendor confirmations, dance practices… aur ab spiritual rituals bhi.
Us din Rajat ke pita Mumbai aaye—simple white kurta, calm presence, lekin aankhon mein woh gaav ka thehraav aur guru jaisa garv.
Unke saath ek pandit bhi tha, jo unka saalon purana parichit tha. Ghar ke drawing room ko thoda mandir jaisa bana diya gaya—haldi ki khushboo, phool, dhoop, aur ek sacred energy.
Pandit ji ne Rajat aur Reeti ko bulaya.
Unhone ek choti si ghatme puja ki—shaadi se pehle ek aashirvaad ki kriya.
Puja ke baad, dono ke hath par ek dhaga baandha gaya—red-yellow ka sacred thread.
Pandit ji bola:
“Yeh dhaga shaadi ke baad hi niklega. Jab tak yeh bandh hai, aap dono ke beech maryada bani rahe.”
Sab logon ne aashirvaad diya. Naina, Rohan, aur ghar ke sab log khush the—camera mein bohot saare candid moments bhi capture ho gaye.

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Baad mein, jab Rajat aur Rohan bahar coffee lane gaye, toh ghar mein sirf Reeti aur uske pehle janam ke pati—ab ke sasur—reh gaye.
Woh dono balcony mein the. Pita ji ne thoda der Reeti ko dekha—ek garv bhara sammaan, lekin aankhon mein ek alag si jaan-pehchaan.
Phir woh dheere se bole:
“Tujhe shayad pehle se pata ho, beta, lekin fir bhi kehna zaroori samjhta hoon. Jab tak shaadi nahi ho jaati, Rajat ke saath sona mat. Uski patni ban jaaye tab jo chaahe kar lena. Usse pehle… maryada ka dhyan rakhna.”
Reeti ek second ke liye chup ho gayi.
Apne pati ke mooh se yeh baat sunna… jise woh janam bhar pati maan ke jeeti rahi… aur ab usi ke putra ki hone waali patni thi…
Ek pal ke liye awkward silence chhaya. Lekin phir… Reeti ne aankhen jhukaayi, aur ek halka sa smile diya.
“Ji… main samajh gayi.”
Uska tone sharmila tha, lekin us smile ke andar ek acceptance tha.
“Ab main aapki patni nahi… aapki bahu hoon.”
Us moment mein ek naya rishta janma…
Jahan Garima ka past dhoond raha tha ek closure, aur Reeti ka present chah raha tha ek nayi pehchaan.
Shall we roll into the next big event—like Reeti’s 


Shaadi ki tayyariyaan poore zor shor se chal rahi thi. Har din functions, guests, laughter, and surprises. Lekin raat ke waqt… jab sab so jaate, tab Rajat ka mann sabse zyada bechain hota.
Us raat bhi aisa hi kuch hua.
Reeti apne kamre mein thi, white night suit mein, hair open, thodi tired… par aankhon mein ek soft glow tha. Usne diary likhne ki koshish ki, lekin ek sentence bhi complete nahi kar paayi.
Tabhi knock hua. Dheere se. Rajat.
Darwaza khola toh woh waha tha—casual t-shirt, eyes slightly red… par desire se, neend se nahi.
“Neend nahi aa rahi,” usne halka sa smile diya, lekin uske aankhon mein craving tha—clear and wild.
Reeti thoda ruki, phir side se hat gayi.
“Aa jao…”
Rajat andar aaya. Bistar ke kone par baith gaya. Kuch seconds tak sirf unki saans chal rahi thi. Fir usne Reeti ka haath pakda… dheere se kheench liya apni taraf.
“Ek kiss toh allowed hai na?”
Uski awaaz halki thi, lekin aankhon mein fire tha.
Reeti ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne bas aankhen band ki… aur Rajat ne deep, longing, aur thoda possessive kiss start kiya. Lips soft the, lekin motion hungry. Uske haath Reeti ke waist tak ja chuke the.
Reeti bhi thodi der tak kiss mein kho gayi. Uska haath Rajat ke chest pe tha… heartbeat feel ho rahi thi.
Par tabhi—she pulled back.
“Rajat… ruk jao.”
Rajat confused tha, thoda desperate bhi.
“Please… main bas paas rehna chahta hoon. Touch karna chahta hoon. Tum meri ho, Reeti…”
Reeti ne uska chehra dono haathon se pakda, aur soft tone mein kaha:
“Main teri hoon, Rajat. Puri tarah. Par abhi nahi. Wo dhaga sirf haath pe nahi… dil pe bhi baandha gaya hai. Shaadi ke baad jo milega… uska magic alag hoga. Bas ek mahina. Roko mat uss raat ko… usse aur khaas banne do.”
Rajat ne aankhen jhukaayi, uske forehead pe kiss kiya… aur bas itna bola:
“Tu keh rahi hai, toh theek hai. Par sach bataun… har raat meri sabr ke aakhri limit tak hoti hai.”
Reeti ne muskarate hue kaha:
“Aur main har raat tujhe thoda aur paagal karne wali hoon.”
Rajat hansa, thoda frustrated, thoda pyaar se.
Aur woh raat sirf longing mein kategi… ek aisi raat jiska intezaar unke dono jism kar rahe the—ek explosive sukoon ke liye.