Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Early morning Pushpa ne chai ki pehli chuski li, aankhon mein raat bhar ki neend ki kami, lekin ab bhi andar se wohi sher wala confidence. Usne apne staff ko bulaya, “Rey, file sab ready rakh, aaj koi bhi officer aaye toh unke mooh pe file fek de. Main Pushpa Raj hoon, mujhe darr nahi kisise!”

Godown ka gate khula hi tha ki ek security officer van, do forest officials, aur kuch media wale camera leke aa gaye. Ek officer loud awaaz mein, “Pushpa, illegal timber ka report aaya hai, kuch aapke godown se goods bhi suspect hai. Sab papers dikhao.” Pushpa ne aankhen taani, “Papers? Le, dekh le, sab legal hai. Tere baap ki bhi signature mil jayegi.” Usne staff ko order diya, “Sab file nikal ke de unke haath mein, koi galti nahi chahiye. Aur media waalon ko chai paani do, chup kar ke khade raho.”
Forest officer ne ek bundle khola, “Yeh consignment ID match nahi kar rahi, yeh receipt kahan hai?” Pushpa gusse mein, “Arey woh file office mein hai, godown ka kaam alag hai, sab kuch main hi sambhaloon kya? Tere logon ka bhi record clean hai kya?”
Officer ne sab kuch check kiya, kuch minor goods side mein rakhwa diye, “Yeh seize kar rahe hain jab tak documents clear nahi hota.” Pushpa gusse mein chilla pada, “Oye, tu mere saath dhokha nahi karega, samjha? Main court mein ghaseet dunga!”
Media wale apne cameras ghuma ke Pushpa ko frame mein le rahe the. Pushpa ne unko bhi daant diya, “Ae camera band kar, yeh mera ilaaka hai, tu kaun hota hai yahan footage lene wala?”
Jolly tabhi aata hai, bahar car park karke seedha andar—ek dum cool, dosti wale andaaz mein, “Arrey Pushpa bhai, kya scene hai yeh sab? Officer saab, kya dikkat hai?” Officer usko formally bataata hai, “Sir, bas routine check hai, but kuch doubt hai paperwork mein.” Jolly ne Pushpa ke kandhe par haath rakha, “Don’t worry bhai, main hoon na. Inko sab sahi papers dikhayenge, tu stress nahi le.”
Pushpa zidd pe aata hai, “Mujhe koi stress nahi, Jolly. Bas yeh baap ka record dekh le, sab clear hai. Kaun hai jo mera naam kharab kar raha hai?”
Jolly sabko thanda karne ki koshish karta hai, “Chalo bhai, sab kaam ho gaya. Pushpa bhai ka naam aise kharab nahi hoga, main personally dekh loonga.”
Shaam ko ghar ka mahal tense tha. Srivalli kitchen mein thi, lekin nazar baar baar door ki taraf. Pushpa gusse mein living room ke sofa pe tha, ek hand pe glass, doosre mein phone. Srivalli aake softly poochti hai, “Aaj phir kuch zyada hua na? Media wale bhi the, kya baat hai?” Pushpa pehle to shant raha, phir bol pada, “Arey woh sab dikhawa hai, unke paas kuch nahi hai. Arey main Pushpa Raj hoon, sabke baap ke signature mil jayenge, darne ki zaroorat nahi. Teri tension ki shakal mat dikha, sab control mein hai.”
Srivalli ne halki si sigh li, “Bas thoda khayal rakhna, ghar pe bhi sab pareshaan ho jate hain. Media pe naam aayega toh… chinta hoti hai.” Pushpa uski taraf dekhta hai, “Arey, tu tension na le. Jolly hai na, sab dekh lega. Kal subah main sab set kar dunga. Mera time kharab chal raha hai, lekin main Pushpa hoon, samjhi na?”
Night ko Jolly ka call aata hai, friendly lekin soch samajh ke, “Bhai, main milne aa raha hoon subah. Kuch tips hai tension kam karne ke liye. Main hoon, sab fix karenge.”
Pushpa phone rakh ke sochta hai, “Jolly hai toh sab sahi ho jayega. Yeh sab dushman ko main chhodunga nahi.” Srivalli silently dinner lagati hai, dil mein thoda dar, lekin chehre pe poora sanskari, shaant biwi ka mask—Pushpa ke samne sirf pyar aur support, andar hi andar anxiety.
Yeh raat ghar mein sirf tension, naam, aur Jolly ki dosti ka sahara chhod gayi—sabko pata nahi, asli dushman andar hi ghus chuka hai.



Srivalli ne dinner ke baad, jab sab so gaye, apne room ke kone mein khadi ho kar Jolly ko phone lagaya. Aankhon mein chinta, dil mein thoda dar, lekin awaaz bilkul soft thi, “Jolly… sab theek hai na? Sach bata, Pushpa bahut gusse mein hai, ghar pe sab log pareshaan hain. Tujhpe hi bharosa hai ab.”

Jolly balcony pe khada, whisky ka glass haath mein, smile ke saath phone uthata hai, awaaz mein full confidence, “Arrey Srivalli, tum tension kyun leti ho? Main hoon na, sab kuch theek ho jayega. Pushpa bhai ka kuch nahi bigadne dunga, dekh lena. Tum bas apna khayal rakho.”
Srivalli ki awaaz mein halka relief tha, lekin dil se abhi bhi thoda shaky, “Sach mein? Sab kuch control mein hai na? Media waale, security officer, sab… main toh bahut darr gayi thi aaj.”
Jolly ne full flirty andaaz mein bola, “Arey tumhara darr mujhe achha nahi lagta, Srivalli. Tumhari aawaz sunte hi sab tension chali jaati hai. Tum bas hamesha aise hi pyari raho… Pushpa bhai ka mood main sambhal lunga, tum bas ek pyari si smile de do.”
Srivalli ne phone par blush kiya, ek halki si smile uske lips pe aa gayi, “Tum bhi na, Jolly… hamesha sabko sambhal lete ho. Aaj ke baad tumse milne ka mann kar raha hai, lekin ghar ka mahaul hi aisa hai…”
Jolly ne soft, deep tone mein bola, “Jab bhi mann kare, bata dena… tumhare liye toh main hamesha free hoon. Aur haan, kal ek baar smile karke photo bhejna—main pura din khush rahunga.”
Srivalli ne halki hasi di, “Pagal ho tum… chalo, dhyan rakhna. Aur sach mein, Pushpa ko kuch bhi hua toh sabse pehle tumhe phone karungi.”
Jolly ne confident voice mein, “Bilkul, tum sirf mujhe hi phone karna. Main hoon na, Srivalli… tum sab chhodo, khud ki fikar karo, baaki sab main dekh lunga.”
Call cut hota hai, Srivalli ka chehra halka sa relaxed, lekin aankhon mein ab bhi chinta, dil mein Jolly ke words ka thoda comfort… aur uske flirty andaaz ka ek naya, khatarnaak thrill.

Agla din Pushpa ke liye aur bhi bhari padta hai. Subah-subah office aate hi accountant haath jod ke aata hai, “Sir, bank ka phone aaya tha. Sab accounts temporarily freeze ho gaye hain—bol rahe hain koi suspicious activity notice hui hai!” Pushpa ka gussa phat padta hai, “Kaun sa naya bakchodi hai yeh? Main Pushpa hoon, mera paisa koi rok nahi sakta!”

Tabhi ek aur call—factory ke supervisor ka, “Sir, security officer ne godown ka ek section seal kar diya hai. Media fir aa gayi hai, sab pooch rahe hain aap chhupe kahan ho!” Pushpa ki aankhon mein aag aa gayi, lekin andar ek ajeeb si bechaini bhi chhup gayi thi.
Woh ghar laut kar aaya, to Srivalli uska chehra dekhte hi samajh gayi, aaj kuch bada hua hai. Kitchen se nikal kar, aankhon mein chinta le kar boli, “Aaj kya hua, Pushpa? Tumhara phone bhi lag nahi raha tha. Main poori shaam pareshaan thi.”
Pushpa table pe glass patak ke bola, “Sab ke dushman mil gaye hain. security officer, media, bank—sab jaise milke mujhe giraane pe tule hain. Main in sabko sabak sikhaunga, dekh lena.” Uski awaaz mein ab woh usual sher wala confidence kam, aur ek helpless gussa zyada tha.
Srivalli ne uska haath pakad ke softly bola, “Tum please gussa mat ho, pehle aaram se baitho. Kuch toh solution niklega. Jolly se baat ki? Shayad woh help kar sake.” Pushpa ne thoda sa shant hote hue sir hilaya, “Haan, Jolly se baat karunga. Usko hi pata hai yeh sab kaise hota hai. Bas, uspar hi bharosa hai ab.”
Woh raat ghar mein bahut heavy thi. Srivalli late night bed par lete-lete Pushpa ko dekhti rahi, jo chhat ki taraf ghoorta hua lost tha. Srivalli ne thoda sa Pushpa ke baal mein haath phiraya, poori shiddat se sochti rahi, “Bas sab thik ho jaaye… Jolly sach mein kuch kar payega na?”
Tabhi Jolly ka phone aata hai—badi smooth, confident awaaz mein, “Pushpa bhai, tension mat le. Main aaj raat tere ghar aa raha hoon, sab discuss karte hain. Tu bas chaaye ready rakh. Main sab dekh lunga.”
Pushpa ka mood thoda stable hota hai, “Chal aa ja, Jolly. Aaj toh teri zarurat hai. Bina tere sab bikhra lag raha hai.” Call kat jaata hai, ghar ka mahaul still tense, lekin Jolly ki aane ki umeed me ek chhupa sa comfort aa jaata hai.
Srivalli silently apne room ki taraf chali jaati hai, aankhon mein ab bhi worry—lekin Jolly ke naam par kuch ajeeb sa sukoon bhi. Pushpa ki himmat, Jolly ka confidence aur Srivalli ka silent support—yeh teenon ab ek aise andhere raaste par hain jahan asli dushman sabse kareeb hai, aur kisi ko bhi uski khabar nahi.
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Raat nikal gayi, lekin Pushpa ko neend nahi aayi. Subah jaldi office jaana tha, isliye thoda jaldi uth gaya. Srivalli kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi, lekin uska chehra ab bhi thoda pale lag raha tha. Pushpa ne entry li, attitude mein bola, “Rey, chai thodi strong bana aaj. Bahar ka mahaul bhi aaj mere mood ke hisaab se strong hoga.”

Srivalli ne silently strong chai cup mein dali, Pushpa ko dekhti rahi. “Aaj tum jaldi wapas aa jaana, bahar sab log tumhare baare mein baatein kar rahe hain. Kal news mein bhi naam tha.” Pushpa ne ek sip le kar confident andaaz mein kaha, “Log baat karte rahe, main Pushpa hoon, mujhe fark nahi padta. Sab thik ho jayega. Jolly hai na, sab set kar dega.”
Office pahunchte hi, Jolly already wahaan tha, kaafi busy lag raha tha—phone pe kuch logon ko instructions de raha tha. Pushpa jaise hi aaya, Jolly ne smile di, “Bhai, time pe aa gaya. Chal, aaj dekhte hain sab kitna bada drama karte hain.” Pushpa ne thoda sarcastic reply diya, “Arey, drama toh main karunga. security officer, media sabko dikha dunga—Pushpa Raj kaun hai.”
Ek ghante baad security officer fir se office aa gayi, lekin iss baar Jolly full control mein tha. Usne papers khud officer ke haath mein diye, confidently bola, “Sab legal hai, aap check kar lo. Agar kuch bhi galat nikle toh mujhe jail le jao.”
Officer ne papers check kiye, thoda impressed hua, lekin face par strictness banaye rakha, “Aaj toh sab clear lag raha hai, par agle hafta ek audit aur hogi.” Jolly ne soft voice mein, “Aap jab chahein, audit kar lijiye. Pushpa bhai ka business crystal clear hai.”
Pushpa staff pe chilla raha tha, “Rey, kaam main hi sab karu kya? Sab ko job ki parwah nahi hai, mujhe court ke chakkar laga rahe ho!” Jolly ne usse shoulder pakad kar quietly side mein liya, “Bhai, tu thoda chill kar. Abhi sab kuch control mein hai. Par mujhe lagta hai kisi andar wale ne hi complaint forward ki hai. Thoda sambhal, sab par trust mat kar.”
Pushpa ne uske words pe dhyan diya, lekin andar hi andar uska attitude ab bhi zinda tha, “Jo bhi ho, Jolly. Mera dushman kaun hai, main nikalwa lunga. Sabko line pe laa dunga. Main Pushpa hoon, mere against khada hone ki kisi mein himmat nahi.”
Jolly ne smile di, “Bas, isi attitude ko thoda balance mein rakh. Srivalli bhabhi ka bhi khayal rakh, woh bahut pareshaan ho gayi hai. Ghar ki shaanti bhi important hai.”
Pushpa ne ek moment ke liye socha, fir bola, “Theek hai, ghar jaakar usse bhi samjha dunga. Lekin office mein koi meri izzat ko haath lagaye, yeh main bardasht nahi karunga.”
Jolly ki aankhon mein chhupa hua plan aur bhi strong ho chuka tha. Woh Pushpa ki dosti, attitude aur ego ko samajh chuka tha—ab bas agla kadam usi hisaab se chalna tha.
Shaam ko ghar laut kar Pushpa ne Srivalli ko dekha, jo silently khana laga rahi thi. Pushpa ne uski aankhon mein dekha, aur first time soft tone mein bola, “Tension mat le, sab sahi ho jayega. Kal se sab normal ho jaayega.” Srivalli ne ek chhoti si smile di, lekin dil mein ab bhi thoda dar tha. Pushpa fir attitude mein, “Jolly hai na, dekh lena—koi humara kuch nahi bigaad sakta.”
Jolly raat ko phone pe tha, window ke bahar andhera dekhte hue, “Bas ek do din aur, phir asli dhamaka hoga. Yeh game ab mere haath mein hai.”
Andar hi andar woh Pushpa ko line pe laane ka, aur Srivalli ko majboor karne ka agla step soch raha tha.
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Raat ka mahaul ghar mein ab bhi heavy tha. Pushpa apne stress aur gusse mein bed par palat raha tha, aankhen chhat par, dimaag mein sirf business, security officer aur media ka tension. Srivalli uske paas aayi, halki si romantic muskurahat ke saath uska haath pakda, par Pushpa ne usse bas ek blank nazar di, “Abhi mood nahi hai, Srivalli… bahar ka scene kharab hai, mujhe so ne de.”

Srivalli ne thoda hurt feel kiya, lekin uski body ka heat ab control ke bahar tha. Woh quietly uth kar bathroom gayi, door band kiya, aur apne phone pe Jolly ko call lagaya. Uski saans already heavy thi, awaaz me halki si urgency thi, “Jolly… main bas tumse baat karna chahti thi…”
Jolly us time apne mansion me, Emily ko wild kar raha tha. Emily bed par thi, uski moans background me gunj rahi thi, par Jolly ne Srivalli ka call dekha, aur ek dark smile ke saath phone uthaya, “Kya hua, jaan? Itni raat ko yaad kiya? Sab theek hai na?”
Srivalli apne bathroom ke slab se tik kar, phone pe whisper karti hai, “Pushpa toh abhi bhi tension me hai… mera mann… voh… control me nahi hai, Jolly. Bas tumse baat kar ke… mujhe thoda sukoon milta hai.”
Uske ek haath ne dheere se apni nighty ke neeche jaakar panties side ki, aur fingers apni wet slit pe slide kar di. Srivalli ki saans tez ho gayi, mooh se halki si suppressed sigh nikal gayi.
Jolly ne uski aawaaz se sab samajh liya, voice aur deep kar ke bola, “Kya kar rahi ho, Srivalli? Mujhe batao na… kaise touch kar rahi ho khud ko?”
Srivalli thoda blush kar ke, aankhen band kar ke, uske words me doob gayi. Fingers thoda aur bold ho gayi, circular motion me apni clit ko rub karte hue, slow moan nikal gayi, “Jolly… tumhare baare me soch rahi hoon… tumhari baaton se aur wet ho gayi hoon…”
Dusri side, Jolly Emily ko doggy style me hard thrusts de raha tha, Emily ki moans background me loud ho rahi thi, par Jolly ke lips me ab aur bhi wild smirk tha, “Bas, apni ungliyan andar daal lo… imagine karo main tumhe bathroom ki deewar se chipka kar chod raha hoon, tumhare mooh ko apne haath se band kar raha hoon…”
Srivalli ki fingers ab fast ho chuki thi, uski moaning ab barely suppressed thi, “Ahh… Jolly… aur bolo… main ruk nahi pa rahi…”
Jolly ne Emily ki hips pakad ke aur hard thrust kiya, Emily scream kar gayi, par Jolly ki aankhen ab Srivalli ke pleasure imagine kar rahi thi, “Good girl… bas isi tarah… sirf mere liye cum karo, Srivalli. Tum sirf meri ho…”
Srivalli ne bathroom me aankhen tight band kar ke, ek final, desperate moan ke saath poora climax feel kiya, pura body tremble kar utha, phone pe halki si whimper nikal gayi, “Jolly… main… main aa gayi…”
Dusri taraf Jolly bhi Emily ko ek last wild thrust ke saath fill kar raha tha, Emily ka scream room me gunj raha tha. Srivalli bathroom me ab bhi phone pakad ke halki saans mein, andar se puri tarah empty, lekin dimaag mein sirf Jolly ka naam.
Bathroom me sirf paani ki halki sound, Srivalli ki saans aur us raat ka forbidden thrill reh gaya—Pushpa kuch nahi samajh paaya, lekin Jolly ne dono auraton ko apni chaah me puri tarah baandh liya tha.

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Agle din subah sab kuch aur bhi zyada dark ho chuka tha. Pushpa office pahunchte hi dekhta hai—company ke gates pe security officer ki team khadi hai, media wale phir se camera lekar khade hain, aur kuch staff members already panic mein bhaag rahe hain.

security officer inspector ne Pushpa ko sidha approach kiya, “Pushpa, aapke khilaf naye charges aaye hain—fake documents, tax fraud aur illegal timber movement ka evidence mil gaya hai. Aapko abhi custody mein lena padega.”
Pushpa ne usual attitude mein chillane ki koshish ki, “Tu jaanta hai main kaun hoon? Yeh sab jhoot hai, main Pushpa hoon!” Lekin iss baar security officer ne bhi koi respect nahi dikhaya, seedha haath pakad ke cuffs laga diye. Media ke camera flashes aur microphones uske muh par the, staff sab dekhta reh gaya.
Jolly thoda distance pe khada tha, shades laga ke, chehre par ek fake concern ka mask—lekin andar se poori victory. Usne sab kuch plan kiya tha: security officer se baat, new fake documents, media leaks… ab Pushpa ka pura game over ho gaya tha.
Ghar pe news pohonchi toh Srivalli ka rang udh gaya. Maa ji, Srivalli aur family sab panic mein, ghar ka atmosphere poora sunk ho gaya. Srivalli ne har jagah call ki, lawyers, dosto ko—koi madad nahi mili. Bank ne already accounts freeze kar diye, aur ghar par eviction ka notice bhi aa gaya.
Shaam ko, sab kuch tut chuka tha. Srivalli poori tarah helpless thi, maa ji ro rahi thi. Tabhi Jolly ne ghar aakar Srivalli se sirf itna bola, “Ek rasta hai, Srivalli. Bas ek—par voh decision sirf tum le sakti ho. Main details baad mein bataunga. Abhi family ka khayal rakho.”
Pushpa ko lock-up mein raat bhar rakha gaya, koi bail nahi, koi call ka jawab nahi, sab system dead. Uska attitude ab bhi thoda zinda tha, lekin uski aankhon mein pehli baar sach mein dar tha. “Yeh sab kaise ho gaya…? Main Pushpa hoon… sab kuch khatam toh nahi ho jayega na…?”
Jolly ne game ka final blow maar diya tha—ab Srivalli ki zindagi ka sabse bada imtihaan samne tha.
Asli trap ab band ho chuka tha, aur sab kuch Jolly ke haath mein tha.
Aage sirf ek rasta—Srivalli ko Jolly aur Dave ke deal ka price chukana tha, ya apna poora ghar, pati, izzat aur future kho dena tha.




Srivalli agle din subah hi jail pahunch gayi. Aankhon mein poora tension, dil mein sirf ek soch—Pushpa ko sambhalna hai, usse himmat deni hai. Meeting room ke dusre side iron grill ke peeche Pushpa baitha tha, aankhon mein poora thakaan, chehre par usual attitude kam, lekin ab bhi ek andar se toot ta sher.

Srivalli ne aankhon mein aansu rok kar, uski taraf dekha, “Pushpa… main aa gayi. Sab kuch theek ho jayega. Main kuch bhi karungi, tumhe yahan se nikalne ke liye. Tum sirf himmat mat haarna, please.”
Pushpa ne aakhon se uski aankhon mein dekha, fir attitude mein bola, “Ae, Srivalli, rona mat. Main Pushpa hoon, kisiki jail mein tod dunga main. Tu tension mat le. Tu ghar ka dhyaan rakh, maa ji ko sambhal, aur sab par bharosa mat kar. Ye sab andar ka game hai, samjhi?”
Srivalli ne kaanpti awaaz mein promise kiya, “Main kuch bhi karungi, Pushpa. Tumhe yahan se laungi, chahe mujhe kuch bhi karna pade.”
Tabhi Jolly bhi wahaan pohoncha—formal shirt, aankhon mein usual self-confidence, face pe concern ka mask. Usne Pushpa ko reassure kiya, “Bhai, main full try kar raha hoon. System mein koi bada aadmi tumhare khilaf laga hai, par main lawyer, commissioner sab se baat kar raha hoon. Thoda time lagega, par sab kuch sahi ho jayega.”
Pushpa ne Jolly ko aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, “Jolly, ab sirf tu hi hai jisko main sach mein apna maanta hoon. Jo bhi ho, mujhe bharosa hai tu mujhe yahan se nikal lega.”
Jolly ne shoulder se iron bars ko pakad ke, slow confident voice mein bola, “Bas bhai, tu himmat mat haar. Srivalli ke liye, maa ji ke liye, apne liye strong reh. Baaki sab main dekh loonga.”
Srivalli ne ek baar phir Pushpa ka haath grill ke through pakda, uski aankhon mein aankh daal ke promise diya, “Main wapas aaungi, aur tumhe yahan se le jaungi. Koi bhi keemat deni pade, main doongi. Tum bas himmat mat haarna.”
Pushpa ne sirf ek baar uski aankhon mein dekha, apni usual thodi sher wali smile ke saath, “Tu meri sherni hai, Srivalli. Mera bharosa mat todna.”
Meeting ka time khatam hua, security officer ne Pushpa ko wapas le jaane ka signal diya. Srivalli ne aankhon mein aansu lekar ek last baar usse dekha, Jolly ko ek thankful look diya, lekin andar se ab poora stress aur sacrifice ka pressure mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Jolly ne Srivalli ke shoulder par haath rakha, whisper kiya, “Main hoon na… ab jo bhi rasta hoga, main bata dunga. Tumhe apne ghar ka intezaar hai, aur main tumhe kabhi akele nahi chhodunga.”
Srivalli ne sirf ek silent nod kiya,
andar se ready ho chuki thi—
ab chahe jo ho, Pushpa ko bachaana hai,
chahe uske liye apne aap ko bhi qurbaan karna pade.