Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Kuch der plantation ke sheet par
ek dusre ke saath silently lete rehne ke baad,
Srivalli ne apne aankhen dheere se kholi.
Hawa mein ab ek soft thandak thi,
aur din dhal raha tha.
Jolly ne apne strong arms mein Srivalli ko thoda aur squeeze kiya,
phir uske soft baalon mein haath chalate hue
uske kaan ke paas dheere se bola:
"Chalo, meri jaan...
ghar chhod deta hoon tujhe."
Srivalli ne ek thaki si, pyaari muskaan di,
aur dheere se uth gayi.
Apni saree ko plantation ki ek clean jagah se uthakar
Srivalli ne pehna shuru kiya —
sare folds ko sambhalti hui,
apna pallu set karti hui.
Woh phir se ek shareef sanskaari Srivalli ban chuki thi,
lekin andar se woh jaanti thi —
ab woh kabhi wahi Srivalli nahi thi jo subah thi.
Uska shareer, uski rooh —
sab kuch ab Jolly ke naam likha ja chuka tha.



Dono silently SUV mein wapas aaye.
Srivalli apne seatbelt lagate waqt
ek baar Jolly ki taraf dekhi,
aur aankhon se ek chhupa hua "thank you" diya.
Jolly ne sirf ek soft, proud smile ke saath steering sambhal liya.
Drive silent thi —
par plantation mein gujre har moment ki garmi
ab bhi hawa mein mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Kuch distance pe aate aate
Jolly ko yaad aaya.
Usne apne phone se ek call milaya,
aur uske aadmiyon ko instruction diya:
"Mandir ka prasad ready hai na?"
"Haan, bhaiya. Aapke order ke mutabik sab arrange kar diya tha."
Jolly ne relaxed hote hue SUV ka ek side compartment open kiya,
aur wahan se ek neatly packed prasad ka packet nikaala.
Srivalli ne usse thoda confuse hokar dekha.
Jolly ne casually Srivalli ke lap mein prasad ka packet rakhte hue bola:
"Mandir nahi jaa paye...
par mann ki mannat poori ho gayi.
Yeh prasad le jaa aur maa ko de dena."
Srivalli ne apne thartharate haathon se prasad uthaya,
aur apni aankhon mein ek soft gratitude aur guilty happiness ka mix mehsoos kiya.



Ghar ke paas SUV ruki.
Jolly ne quietly Srivalli ke liye door open kiya.
Srivalli, apni saree ko sambhalte hue,
apni aankhon mein sharam aur sukoon ke beech ka ek anjaana pyaar lekar
SUV se utri.
Prasad ka packet apne haathon mein pakde,
Srivalli ne ek baar last baar Jolly ki aankhon mein dekha.
Jolly ne ek slow victorious nod diya —
ek aankhon se likha hua promise:
"Tu ab sirf meri hai."
Srivalli ne aankhen neeche karli,
aur ghar ke andar chali gayi —
seedha maa ke haath mein prasad dene ke liye.
Ghar ke sab logon ko kuch bhi alag nahi laga.
Sab kuch normal tha.
Par Srivalli ke andar,
ek nayi duniya chal rahi thi —
ek forbidden, passionate, unbreakable bond ke saath,
jo sirf Jolly ke saath tha.
Aur Srivalli jaanti thi...
yeh rishte ka asli safar to ab shuru hua tha.



Jolly ke sprawling mansion ke ek high-tech private lounge mein
ek large screen wall ke samne
ek sophisticated, tailored suit pehne hue American businessman baitha tha —
Mr. Richard Davis.
Uske haath mein ek premium whisky ka glass tha,
aur aankhon mein ek dangerous lust aur greed ki chamak thi.
Screen par —
hidden camera ke feed se —
Srivalli ka strip tease,
uski naked trembling beauty,
aur plantation mein Jolly ke saath wild passion ka har second capture ho raha tha.
Mr. Davis ka mouth slightly open tha —
shock aur obsession ke mixture ke saath woh Srivalli ko dekh raha tha.
Usne apne lips par tongue chalayi,
aur deep hungry breath lete hue
Jolly ke father, MLA Ranjit Reddy ki taraf dekha,
jo corner mein whisky ka sip le raha tha.
Heavy silence todte hue,
Mr. Davis ne apni deep American accent mein bola:
"She's perfect... absolutely perfect."
MLA thoda muskuraya,
political deals ki smell ko pehchan gaya tha.
Mr. Davis apne seat se thoda lean karke bola:
"I want her.
One night.
Maybe more.
You make her available for me..."
Usne apni whisky ka glass table par rakhte hue
MLA ke aankhon mein directly dekha:
"...and your entire steel export deal —
$500 million —
is yours.
Signed tomorrow."
Room mein ek heavy dangerous silence bhar gaya.
MLA Ranjit Reddy ne apne whisky ka sip liya,
aur aankhon mein ek cold, calculating light aa gayi.
Uska dimaag tez speed se chalne laga:
Jolly, Pushpa, Srivalli, business, power...
Aur ab ek bada deal sirf ek aurat ke badle.
Uske lips ke kone pe ek slow smirk aaya.
"Let me... arrange something.
Consider it... handled."
Mr. Davis ne ek deep victorious grin diya,
aur phir screen ki taraf wapas dekhne laga —
jahaan Srivalli ke naked body ka ek slow replay chal raha tha.
Uske aankhon mein bas ek junoon tha:
"Soon, little Indian goddess... you'll be mine too."



Jab plantation mein Srivalli
apna sab kuch Jolly ke liye surrender kar rahi thi —
apni pure body, apni rooh, apna sabse bada bharosa,
tab plantation ke dusri side pe
hidden cameras sab kuch record kar rahe the —
har pose, har strip, har moan, har wild surrender.
Aur woh sab
Jolly ki planning ka hissa tha.

Jolly ne apni SUV mein Srivalli ko baithate waqt,
apne phone par ek discreet app open kiya tha,
jisse plantation ke sab secret cameras on ho gaye the.
Woh jaanta tha —
Sirf apni aankhon ke liye nahi,
balki duniya ko Srivalli ki asli khoobsurti dikhane ke liye.
Paise ke liye.
Power ke liye.

Mansion mein,
Jolly quietly apne father MLA Ranjit ke paas gaya tha,
aur soft but firm awaaz mein bola tha:
"Bade sapne dekhne hain na, Papa?
Mujhe sab kuch chahiye:
Paise.
Power.
Control.
Aur ek nayi duniya.
Mujhe chhod dijiye handle karne ke liye..."
MLA Ranjit Reddy ne apne bete ki aankhon mein
woh dangerous sparkle dekhi thi
aur bina kuch aur pooche haan kar di thi.
Jolly ne sab arrange kiya —
hidden plantation shoot,
Srivalli ka full slow strip tease aur wild fuck session ka live feed,
aur Mr. Richard Davis jaise hungry billionaire ko invite karna
ek "private entertainment session" ke liye.

Aur jab Mr. Davis ne
Srivalli ko nangi, vulnerable, trembling, dripping hot form mein dekha,
toh woh literally apni seat pe lean kar gaya —
ek hungry predator jaise.
Jolly ne apni pocket mein apna phone dabaya,
aur ek wicked victorious smile diya:
"Bas kuch din aur...
aur Srivalli meri sabse badi chaabi banegi.
Uski body...
Uski rooh...
Sab kuch meri game ka hissa hai."
Woh jaanta tha:
Srivalli ab tak samajh bhi nahi paayi thi
ki woh sirf ek forbidden lover nahi bani —
balki ab ek priceless commodity thi
jise Jolly duniya ke sabse powerful logon ke saamne auction karne ja raha tha.
Aur sab kuch
uske apne sweet, possessive "pyaar" ke naam par.