Adultery Couple Ka shuffle

[Joker44]

 — The Night Before
Ashish ne Rohit ke ghar ka door dheere se khola.
Aandhi ka silence tha… par usse pata tha, aaj raat yeh ghar waisa nahi lagne wala jaisa kal tha.
He walked in with his overnight bag. Thoda hesitant tha — not because he was guilty, but kyunki uske liye kal raat ek claim tha, aur Geeti ke liye… kuch aur.
Geeti kitchen mein thi. Soft pajama tee, no makeup, hair open — voh casual look jisme sirf patniyan hi dikhti hain… par aaj uska chehra alag lag raha tha.
Usne dekha Ashish ko. Ek second ke liye aankh mili.
Fir dono ne nazar hata li.
Geeti: (lightly) “Tum aa gaye…”
Ashish: “Haan… kal Pranali aa rahi hai na, toh socha aaj raat yahin ruk jaun. Rohit ne bola bhi tha.”
Geeti: “Hmm… theek hai.” (Back to pouring water in glass, avoiding eye contact)
Silence.
Ashish thoda paas aaya, leaning against the kitchen wall.
Ashish:
“Tu thik hai?”
(Pause)
“Kal raat ke baad… I mean—main samajh sakta hoon, awkward hai.”
Geeti thoda freeze ho gayi. Glass ka rim touch kiya lips se, lekin peeya nahi. Uski aankhon mein kuch tha — guilt? longing? confusion?
Geeti:
“Ashish… mujhe nahi pata main kya mehsoos kar rahi hoon.
Mujhe Rohit se pyaar hai… puri zindagi se.
Par kal raat… jo pleasure mila… voh maine kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya…”
Ashish chup tha. Not cocky — this wasn’t the time to flaunt.
Ashish:
“Geeti, main tujhe kabhi force nahi kiya. Tere haan mein tha junoon… lekin bhi ek softness thi. Tu sirf meri nahi bani us raat — tu apne liye bhi bani thi.”
Geeti aankhon mein aansu nahi, par weight tha.
Geeti:
“Mujhe dar lag raha hai… main badal rahi hoon kya?
Ya main sirf ek raat ki kamzori thi?
Rohit mujhe waise dekhega jaise pehle dekhta tha…?”
(Pause)
“Ya tum mujhe phir se us nazar se dekhoge… jisme sirf mera jism tha?”
Ashish ne ek kadam aur paas aake softly kaha:
“Main tujhe us nazar se dekhta hoon jisme tune apne aap ko chhupa rakha tha.
Tu sirf kisi ki biwi nahi hai, Geeti… tu ek aurat hai. Deserving of freedom, pleasure, aur choice.”
Usne haath badhaya, lekin touch nahi kiya. Bas table ke edge pe rakha.
Ashish:
“Main guest room mein jaa raha hoon. Agar kabhi baat karne ka mann kare, main wahi hoon.
Na touch karunga, na question… bas sununga.”
Geeti ne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf uske jaane ke baad, glass uthaya… aur peene se pehle uski aankhon mein phir wahi pal ghoom gaya — jab Ashish uske andar tha… jab Rohit uske dil mein tha.
She took a sip.
And stood in silence.





Raat ka ek baj chuka tha. Ghar mein poori shanti thi. Rohit abhi bhi out of town tha… aur Ashish guest room mein so raha tha — ya kam se kam soch rahi thi ki so raha hoga.
Geeti apne bedroom mein akeli thi.
Bed lamp ka yellow glow uske face ko half-light mein la raha tha. Uska dupatta floor pe gira hua tha. She was lying under the thin bedsheet, sleeveless cotton nighty mein, legs tangled, dil aur jism dono restless.
Usne karwat li. Phir ek aur.
Neend door thi. Par ek cheez nazdeek thi — kal raat ki yaadein.
Ashish ka touch.
Uske lips, uski body ka weight…
Uska andar bhar jaana. Woh raw moaning. Woh wet sounds.
Geeti ne aankhen band ki, aur Rohit ka chehra imagine kiya.
Uska pyar bhara smile… wo shaant voice.
“Main hamesha tere saath hoon, Geeti,” wo kehta tha.
Uska dil bhar aaya.
Lekin uska jism… woh Ashish ke naam se jag raha tha.
Her thighs involuntarily rubbed together.
Pussy mein ek dard bhari hulchul jaag chuki thi.
Ek baar phir usse feel hua… woh bhari pan, jab Ashish ne usse last thrust ke saath bhar diya tha.
"Nahi… nahi sochna mujhe," Geeti ne andar se kaha.
Lekin uska haath dheere se bedsheet ke neeche chala gaya.
First touch.
Usne panties ke upar se halka sa press kiya — aur ek sharp gasp nikal gaya.
She was already wet.
"Ashish…"
Uska naam uske lips se nikal gaya bina soche.
Wo shock mein thi — Rohit ko yaad karna chaha, lekin body ne Ashish ko chaha.
Usne apni panties side ki, aur fingers se folds ko touch kiya — already slippery. Pulsing. Alive.
Ek soft moan — pillow mein dabaa hua.
"Fuck… yeh mujhe kya ho raha hai…"
She circled her clit slowly, breathing heavier.
Ek haath se apne boobs ko pakda, nipples press kiye — remembering how Ashish ne unhe bite kiya tha, suck kiya tha, poora feel kiya tha.
Rohit kabhi aise nahi karta. Kabhi nahi.
Uska pace ab tez ho raha tha. Pillow ke andar face chhupaye, Geeti apne aap ko fingers se le rahi thi.
Kamar hilli… legs tense hui…
Aur climax ke edge pe jaate jaate… uske mooh se bas ek naam nikla:
“Ashiiiiiish…”
Her body shuddered. Orgasm wave mein gayi.
Uski pussy contracted… cum leak hua, thighs gili ho gayi.
Saans phuli thi. Pillow gila tha. Chehra laal.
Ek silence chhaya.
Wo blank stare mein ceiling ko dekh rahi thi.
“Maine kya kiya…?”
Usne whisper kiya, aankhon mein guilt, par chehre pe sukoon.
Ashish ne uska jism jeet liya tha.
Dil ab bhi Rohit ka tha… par us raat, body ne kisiko aur chuna tha.
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Subah ka waqt tha. Light sunlight Ashish ke guest room ke curtain se andar aa rahi thi. Uski aankhen khuli — aadhi neend mein, thoda hungover from emotions and memory.
Woh bed se uthta hai, thoda stretch karta hai, aur tabhi door ke bahar se soft knock ki awaaz aayi.
“Chai le aayi hoon,” Geeti ki awaaz aayi — sweet, normal… almost too normal.
Ashish ne darwaza khola.
Aur wahan khadi thi Geeti — white cotton nighty mein. Thin fabric, no dupatta, neck thoda loose… cleavage thodi si visible thi, aur uske beech mein woh mangalsutra, latakta hua, hilta hua, jaise us raat ki yaad ab bhi uske seene pe chipki ho.
Ashish ne usse head-to-toe dekha, thoda awkward sa smile kiya.
Ashish: “Good morning… chai ki zarurat thi actually.”
Geeti: (soft laugh) “Mujhe pata hai… raat ko jo neend todti hai, subah wahi chai sambhalti hai.”
Usne tray thodi aage ki, aur jaise hi Ashish ne cup uthaya, Geeti thoda jhuki.
Cup lene ke chakkar mein uska cleavage poora view mein aa gaya — Ashish ka haath freeze ho gaya ek second ke liye.
Usne aankhon se pehle cup dekha… phir Geeti ke seene pe girti sunlight, aur beech mein wo sacred mangalsutra — uske dost ki biwi ka symbol… lekin ab uska sabse private visual.
Ashish: (light tease) “Itni subah-subah tum mujhe provoke kar rahi ho kya?”
Geeti ne aankh mein aankh daali — lekin expression playful tha.
Geeti:
“Provoke? Main toh sirf chai de rahi hoon, Ashish. Tum kya… itne weak ho gaye ho ki ek nighty se hil jaate ho?”
Ashish ne sip liya, gaze ab bhi uske cleavage ke edge pe atki thi.
Ashish:
“Main weak nahi… bas tumhara version of ‘casual' thoda zyada dangerously hot ho gaya hai.”
Geeti hansi… lekin andar ek thodi heat thi.
Uska jism Ashish ke presence se react kar raha tha — but this time, uska dimaag control mein tha.
Geeti:
“Waise… mujhe laga tha awkwardness hogi. Lekin tum toh kaafi normal behave kar rahe ho.”
Ashish:
“Tum bhi toh kaafi smooth ho gayi ho… kal tak toh ‘main badal rahi hoon’ keh rahi thi, aaj… cleavage flaunt aur chai delivery ke sath flirting full on.”
Geeti: (smirks)
“Chai toh sirf ek drink hai. Tumhara imagination itna wide ho gaya hai toh main kya karun?”
Ashish:
“Bas usse aur wide mat hone dena… warna control mushkil ho jayega.”
Ek thick silence aaya. Chhoti si tension in the air.
Geeti: (smiling but sharp)
“Control toh tum rakhoge na? Ya fir woh bhi main hi karun?”
Ashish aankhon mein aankhon daalkar bola:
“Control rakhne ka mann toh nahi hai…”
“…par ab tum chhodo toh hi kuch ho.”






Ashish chai ka ek aur sip leta hai, lekin aankhon ka focus cup pe kam, Geeti ke cleavage pe zyada hai.
Geeti bhi samajh gayi thi — uske nighty ka neckline thoda aur slide ho gaya tha, ya shayad usne hone diya. Mangalsutra ab uske left boob ke curve pe thoda rest kar raha tha… jaise us raat ka tag ab bhi wahi chhupa ho.
Ashish: (casual tone mein, but full hunger)
“Yeh mangalsutra toh kal raat mere seene pe chipka hua tha… aaj tumhare cleavage pe dance kar raha hai.”
Geeti: (cup ghoomate hue, naughty smile)
“Bas position badli hai, Ashish… chain wahi hai, aadmi alag.”
Ashish thoda hansa, eyes narrowed, head tilted — she was playing, and he loved it.
Ashish:
“Tujhe pata hai na… tu jab jhukti hai na, aur yeh neckline aur loose ho jaata hai… toh meri aankhon ka control hil jaata hai.”
(pause)
“Phir mujhe wohi yaad aata hai… jab tune raat ko mooh khol ke ‘deeper’ bola tha…”
Geeti ka mooh halka sa khula, saans tight… par usne cheeky tone maintain kiya.
Geeti:
“Toh aankhon ka control gaya… ya kuch aur bhi?”
Ashish ne cup side mein rakha… ab dono ke beech sirf table aur hawa thi.
Ashish:
“Cup toh neeche rakh diya… par ek cheez abhi bhi tight ho rahi hai.”
Geeti:
“Tch… Ashish! Tumhara dimaag hamesha wahi pe kyu rehta hai?”
Ashish:
“Mere dimaag mein wohi rehta hai… jo kal raat mere andar tha.”
(leans in slightly)
“Woh pussy… tight, gili, hilti hui… abhi bhi feel hoti hai.”
Geeti: (flushed, fake annoyance)
“Aur tum soch rahe ho main phir se ready hoon?”
Ashish: (voice lower, slower)
“Main toh sirf observe kar raha hoon…
Tumne bra nahi pehna aaj, na?
Nipple ki shadow dikh rahi hai…
Aur jab se chai lekar aayi ho, tumhara andar kuch aur hi bol raha hai.”
Geeti ki saans thodi uneven thi, cup ke andar uska spoon ghoom raha tha… bas ghoom raha tha, use dekh nahi rahi thi.
Ashish (soft but dirty):
“Mujhe dekh rahi ho na? Tujhe yaad aa raha hai na, jab main tere boobs ko dono haathon se pakad ke… nipples chaat raha tha?”
(smirking)
“Kal raat toh tu scream kar rahi thi. Aaj sirf blush.”
Geeti ne uske taraf dekha — aankhon mein sharam thi, lekin pussy mein heat.
Geeti:
“Tu ruk gaya tha na uss raat ek jagah pe…
shayad iss baar thoda aur twist chahiye.”
Ashish leaned in just slightly — almost brushing her wrist.
Ashish:
“Toh plan bana lein? Tu breakfast de… main tujhe dessert bana doon.”
Geeti’s smile widened.
Uske andar guilt ab bhi tha… lekin uske jism ka jawab loud tha: “Yes.”
Scene fades on their eyes — playful, dirty, charged, unspoken... for now.




Ashish ab Geeti ke bilkul kareeb tha — dono ke beech sirf ek chhota sa table, par tension usse bhi zyada thin thi.
Uske aankhon mein Geeti ki aankhon se zyada deep cleavage tha… aur uske andar kuch aur bhi gehra — conflict.
Ashish ne aankhon se uska chehra scan kiya. Light sweat uski upper lip pe tha. Breathing heavy, but pretending casual.
Ashish (suddenly serious):
“Par bata na Geeti… Rohit ka kya?”
“Usse pyaar karti hai na tu?”
Geeti ka smile thoda thartharaya.
Haal mein pehli baar — flirting se cut kar ke, uska dil table par rakh diya gaya.
She looked away.
Geeti (soft, broken):
“Haan… karta hoon. Bohot.”
(pause)
“Par jo pleasure… jo sukoon tune diya… woh kabhi usne diya hi nahi.
Aur mujhe lagta tha main kabhi kisi aur ko aise dekh bhi nahi sakti.”
(she swallows)
“Lekin ab… mujhe samajh hi nahi aa raha… main kya hoon? Kiski hoon?”
(lower)
“Main kuch khona nahi chahti, par sab paana bhi chahti hoon…”
(eyes filled, voice cracks)
“Par zyada paane ki koshish mein kahin sab kuch na chala jaaye…”
Ashish ne uski aankhon mein dekha — woh phat rahi thi andar se.
Lekin uske andar ek victory smile tha.
She was breaking. And he loved every second of it.
Ashish leaned in, face close to hers, voice drop-dead low:
“Tujhe kuch chhodna nahi padega, Geeti.”
(smirk)
“Main chahta hoon tu sab kuch le.
Rohit ka pyaar…
Mera pleasure…
Aur apni choice. Apna jism. Apni awaaz.”
Usne dheere se uska haath pakda — warm palm, trembling fingers.
Ashish:
“Tu ab confusion nahi… tu desire ban chuki hai.
Aur tujhe decide karne ki zarurat nahi.
Bas mehsoos kar. Baaki main kar lunga…”
Geeti’s lips parted — not to speak, but to breathe. Hard. Needy. Silent.
Ashish stood up.
Usne dheere se Geeti ke paas jaake uska side neck pakda, thoda tilt kiya…
Aur collarbone ke thoda neeche, cleavage ke side mein ek deep bite mark chhod diya.
“Yeh yaad rahega… jab bhi Rohit tujhe hug karega.”
Geeti ka moan uske gale mein daba raha… legs thodi weak ho gayi thi.
Uski body already wet, hot, open.
But Ashish stepped back.
Ashish (grinning):
“Main abhi nahi lunga… tujhe chhod raha hoon.
Lekin jab tu mujhe call karegi… main poori raat ke liye ready hoon.”
Aur woh palat gaya.
Geeti uss bite ko touch karti rahi… aur andar se jalti rahi.

Geeti kitchen ke counter se thoda sa back hui, body thodi shaky thi — Ashish jaa chuka tha, lekin uska presence ab bhi uske jism pe chipka hua tha, like steam after a deep shower.
Usne apne collar ke paas haath le jaake mirror ke taraf dekha.
Woh bite mark — thoda red, thoda dark, freshly stinging.
Bilkul uski cleavage ke edge pe, jahan mangalsutra halki si hil rahi thi.
“Yeh yaad rahega…”
Ashish ki woh line uske kaan mein goonj rahi thi — ek command jaisa, ek challenge jaisa.
Usne dheere se apne nighty ka neck aur neeche kiya.
Uska boob halka sa nikal ke corner pe sway kar raha tha.
Wo bite mark… aur uske neeche ka nipple — hard.
Usne aankhen band ki.
Pehle Rohit.
Uska pyar. Uska soft hug.
Uske “tum sab kuch ho mere liye” wale words.
Ek pal ke liye, Geeti ka dil bhar gaya.
Phir…
Ashish.
Uske strong haath. Uski dirty baatein.
Uska cock, deep inside her.
Woh scream — jab usne poora andar bhar diya tha.
Woh bite… aaj wala… abhi wala.
Geeti ne thoda sa counter pakda, aur doosra haath dheere se apne thighs ke beech le gayi.
Panties already gili thi — not from now, from before. From the moment she gave him that chai.
Usne fingers slide ki — aur ek sharp breath nikal gayi.
“Fuck…” usne almost silent moan mein kaha.
She imagined both of them.
Rohit — kissing her forehead, saying “I love you.”
Ashish — grabbing her hips, saying “Moan louder, slut.”
Ek haath se nipple ko twist kiya, dusre se apni pussy ko stroke — slow, teasing, pressing on that pulsing, wet clit.
“Rohit…” she whispered…
…phir thoda aur rub…
“Ashi—shhh…”
Naam toot kar nikal gaya lips se.
Body ne jhukna shuru kiya, hips thoda shake hone lage.
Her finger moved faster — circular motion, thoda deep press… phir ek orgasm ki wave uthti gayi.
Usne aankhen tight band ki, bite ko press kiya…
“Fuuuckkk… yesss… ohhhh…”
Geeti ka jism ek baar phir hil gaya.
Pussy se juice leak kar gaya, thighs gili ho gayi, nighty chipak gayi andar se.
Usne saans sambhali, aankhon se thoda paani nikal gaya — sharm se nahi, sukoon se.
Mirror mein usne apne aap ko dekha —
Bite mark, wet thighs, red lips, messed hair… aur aankhon mein woh nasha… jo sirf do mardon ke beech fansi aurat hi samajh sakti hai.
She wasn’t just claimed anymore. She was craving more.



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Subah ka waqt tha. Cool breeze, halki si dhoop… Rohit ki gaadi Pranali ke maa ke ghar ke bahar rukti hai.
Usne horn bajaya, aur gate se Pranali nikli — peach colored kurti, tight jeans, hair open, goggle aankhon pe aur smile chehre pe.
Pranali (playfully):
“Oye hoye, Rohit bhaiya full time pe! Mera Uber premium aa gaya!”
Rohit: (grinning)
“Main toh soch raha tha main chauffeur ban gaya hoon… lekin tu toh madam nikli jise gaadi mein bhi drama chahiye.”
Pranali laughed — her laugh thodi loud, thodi naughty. She opened the door and settled in beside him, her perfume immediately filling the space — fresh, fruity… but with a hint of tease.
Pranali:
“Waise… thank you! Mujhe toh Ashish ne bola tum le jaa rahe ho, warna bus mein toh meri jaan nikal jaati. Waise bhi… tumhare saath drive ka maza kuch aur hai.”
Rohit (with a soft smirk):
“Tumhare saath toh… kisi bhi cheez ka maza badh jaata hai.”
Pranali (acting shocked):
“Oho! Tameez se baat karo bhaiya… ya flirt karne ka license mil gaya hai?”
(leans toward him just a little)
“Pati hoon main Ashish ki…”
Rohit (calm, slow):
“Main flirt nahi kar raha… bas sach keh raha hoon. Tumhe compliment dena flirt nahi hota… jab woh dil se ho.”
She looked at him for a second — thoda amused, thoda thoughtful.
Then she smiled… that kind of smile jo bolti hai: I’m not buying it, but I like it.
And the car moved forward.

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20 minutes later… silence. Light music playing.
Pranali:
“Tumhare gaadi mein AC se zyada heat feel ho rahi hai… ya tumhara charm itna strong hai?”
(grinning, clearly teasing)
Rohit:
“Dono ho sakta hai. Tumhe lagta hai main boring hoon, par tum ho thodi… unpredictable.”
Pranali:
“Main toh hamesha unpredictable thi… tum log notice hi nahi karte.”
Rohit (turning to her briefly):
“Ab kar raha hoon. And trust me, you’re very hard to ignore.”
Road mein thoda sa speed breaker aaya.
Pranali halki si uthi, uska haath automatically Rohit ke forearm pe aa gaya.
Soft… tight… momentary. But real.
Usne turant haath hata liya.
Pranali:
“Oops! Sorry sorry… tumhaari muscles ne thoda distract kar diya.”
Rohit hansi roka nahi paaya.
Rohit:
“Toh ye casual touch tha ya sneak preview?”
(leans slightly toward her)
“Main confuse ho gaya hoon…”
Pranali (teasing whisper):
“Tumhare jaise smart ladke confuse ho gaye, toh hum jaise ladkiyan toh control kho baithengi.”
She winked.
That was the moment.
Rohit smiled — deep, knowing.
The game had officially started.




Gaadi highway ke side ek charming sa hotel ke bahar rukti hai — midway stop for lunch.
AC restaurant, cozy corner table, and Pranali in full chulbuli mode, tossing her hair back, tapping the menu with her nails, aur Rohit ke saamne jaise stage par ho.
Pranali:
“Tum decide karo kya khayenge… mujhe toh sirf tasty chahiye.”
(cheeky tone)
“Like this ride… spicy, but smooth.”
Rohit:
“Tasty toh definitely mil raha hai… plate mein bhi, aur saamne bhi.”
(looking her up and down with a calm grin)
Pranali (laughing):
“Careful, bhaiya… flirting overdose ho gayi toh lunch se pehle dessert order ho jaayega.”
Rohit (murmuring):
“Mera dessert toh table pe already baitha hai.”
Pranali bit her lower lip — playfully, lekin uske aankhon mein ab clearly heat thi.
As she got up to go wash her hands, Rohit leaned back in the chair, took out his phone, and opened WhatsApp.
Message to: Ashish

Rohit:
“Teri biwi expected se bhi zyada juicy nikli.
Naughty, thodi wild… aur aankhon se toh mujhe nanga kar chuki hai.”

Typing…

“Don’t worry… main use touch nahi kar raha. Abhi tak.
But she’s begging for attention without realizing it.
Tu Geeti ke saath maze kar… mujhe yeh slow-roast zyada pasand hai.”

Ashish replied almost instantly:

Ashish:
“Jaise Geeti mujhe ‘deeper’ bol rahi thi…
waise Pranali tujhe closer bolne wali hai.”

Rohit smirked, phone lock kiya, aur Pranali wapas aayi — chehre pe halka sa water ka sparkle, aur lips fresh pink.
Pranali:
“Chalo, khaate hain… mujhe toh bhook lag gayi hai.”
Rohit (with a smile that said I’m starving too):
“Tumhare taste ke liye kuch special order kiya hai… thoda slow cooked, thoda spicy.”
They sat… but their eyes were already feasting.



Lunch table ke across, do plates rakhi thi — par Rohit ki nazar sirf ek cheez pe tikki thi: Pranali.
Woh toh casual thi. Chulbuli, hasi-mazak mein mast. But Rohit... dekh raha tha. Poore focus ke saath.
Not ogling — studying. Like a man who knows this woman isn’t innocent… but also not aware of her power.
Pranali aaj tight-fit peach kurti mein thi, jisme se uski curves subtly show ho rahi thi — not too revealing, but so perfectly suggestive that imagination handle karna mushkil ho jaye.
Uska dupatta kab ka slip ho chuka tha, now resting somewhere around her elbows — leaving her chest open… aur beech mein uska mangalsutra.
Woh black beads ki chain, golden locket ke saath uske cleavage ke just upar bounce kar raha tha every time she leaned to pick something or laughed while tossing her hair.
Rohit ki aankhon ka track clear tha.
Eyes: lips… jawline… chest… down to her waist… thighs under the table.
Pranali suddenly looked up. Caught him.
Pranali (half-laughing):
“Kya dekh rahe ho? Kuch gir gaya kya?”
Rohit (without skipping a beat):
“Ha, nazar… tumpe gir gayi.”
Pranali (mock gasp):
“Tum toh full Shayari mode mein aa gaye ho!”
(leans in with a smirk)
“Tum mujhe aise ghoor rahe ho jaise main menu card hoon aur tumhe sab kuch chahiye.”
Rohit leaned forward too, calm and slow.
“Menu nahi… tum toh main course ho. Bas mujhe pata hai yeh meal abhi serve nahi hua.”
Pranali laughed, head tilt, but uski aankhon mein ek second ka pause tha — she felt something.
Still, yeh flirting uska nature tha. Woh sab ke saath light, playful, teasing hoti thi. But Rohit alag tha — his gaze wasn't cute. It was undressing. Commanding.
Pranali (playfully warning):
“Bas bas… itna intense mat dekho mujhe. Main flirt karti hoon, haan, par iska matlab yeh nahi ki main… tum samajh rahe ho na?”
(slightly softer)
“Main aisi nahi hoon…”
Rohit (soft smile, deep voice):
“Main sab samajh raha hoon, Pranali. Tum flirt karti ho because it’s you.
Par main dekh raha hoon… kyunki main main hoon.
Aur mujhe dekhne ka haq toh abhi sirf aankhon tak simit hai.”
Pranali bit her lip — nervous laugh.
“Tum dangerous ho, Rohit…”
Rohit:
“Tabhi toh tum ab tak mere saath car mein ho.”