Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

[Joker44]

Ghar lautne ke baad sab kuch usual tha. Aryan ne apni maa ko hug kiya aur seedha dadi ke kamre mein chala gaya. Soham thoda fresh ho ke kitchen ki taraf nikal gaya. Pranali apne bedroom mein aayi, saree ka pallu seedha kiya, aur dressing table pe baith gayi.

Lekin andar ek aag thi.
Uski aankhon ke saamne kal raat ka Sharad ke saath woh pal baar-baar flash ho raha tha—woh chori si kiss, woh gentle touch, us pal ka tension, aur phir khud ko push kar dena. Phir Munna ki wajah dimag mein aayi—uska possessive grip, uski aankhon ka jaddoo. Aur phir, sabse purana, Soham—uska pyaar, uska haq.
Ye sab milke Pranali ke dil dimaag ko ek aisi heat de rahe the, jiska outlet use khud nahi pata tha.
Woh khamoshi se bathroom gayi. Door band kiya, paani ka tap chalu kiya—taaki koi awaaz na sun sake.
Usne saree upar uthayi, blouse ka hook khola. Aaine ke samne apni aankhon mein woh teenon ka reflection dekha—Sharad ki soft, teasing smile… Munna ka dominant andhera… Soham ka caring touch.
Aankhen band ki, saans tez ho gayi. Haath dheere-dheere apni body par chala gaya, ek aisi jagah pe jahan guilt aur pleasure dono ek saath uljhe hue the.
Moans slow thi, kabhi Sharad ke naam pe, kabhi Munna ke thap-thap waale grip pe, aur kabhi Soham ke gentle kiss par.
“Kya ho raha hai mujhe?”
Aankhon se ek aansu nikal aaya, lekin lips pe ek thakeli si smile thi.
Bathroom ke andar sirf paani ki awaaz thi… aur ek aurat ka dil, jisme teen saaye naach rahe the—pyaar, junoon, aur khatra.





Pranali apne room mein aayi thi, dil mein itna kuch chal raha tha ki uska saans lena bhi bhaari lag raha tha. Sharad ka woh passionate kiss, Munna ki yaadein, aur Soham ka pyar—sab kuch ek saath dimag mein ghoom raha tha. Woh heat mein thi, sharm se zyada ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi mehsoos ho raha tha. Bathroom ka door band karke, Pranali ne apni saree dheere dheere upar uthayi, pallu side mein rakh diya, aur blouse ki hook khol di.

Uski sansen tez thi, aankhein adhi band, hothon pe us teeno ke naam—kabhi Munna, kabhi Sharad, toh kabhi Soham. Pranali ne apni fingers apne panties ke andar slide ki, thoda touch karte hi ek sarsaraahat si body mein daud gayi. Chut already wet thi, woh apni middle finger se dheere dheere andar jaane lagi. Pehle toh bas halka halka, lekin jaise jaise uski soch Sharad ke bare mein jaane lagi—uska haath, uska hota hua touch, woh kiss—Pranali ki fingers tez hone lagi.
“Munnnaa…” Pranali ke lips se dheere se nikla, phir “Sharad… Soham…”—naam bhi badalte ja rahe the, speed bhi badh rahi thi. Uski kamar bed par dheere se uth rahi thi, legs aur wide karte hue, woh apni chut ke andar finger ghusa rahi thi, andar-bahar, andar-bahar. Pranali ki body twist ho rahi thi, moaning sounds uski band lips se bahar aa rahi thi, pura ghar shayad sun sakta tha agar dhyan se sune.
Uske mind mein kabhi Munna usko kiss kar raha tha, toh kabhi Sharad uski kamar pakad ke usse pass kheench raha tha, kabhi Soham ka pyaar yaad aata, toh kabhi Sharad ki naughty smile. Usne apni fingers aur andar push ki, thoda circular motion mein move karne lagi, thumb se clit rub karte hue.
Achanak, Pranali ka body ekdam tight ho gaya, legs aur khul gayi, back arch ho gayi, aur ek loud moan ke saath—“Sharad! Munnnaaa!”—usne feel kiya ki chut se ek dam se cum nikal gaya, pure body mein current sa daud gaya, uski breathing heavy ho gayi, aankhein tightly band ho gayi.
Do minute Pranali wahi relaxed padhi rahi, uski fingers ab bhi thodi wet thi, body thak gayi thi, lekin ek sukoon sa mehsoos ho raha tha. Dheere se uth kar usne apna face wash kiya, saree adjust ki, blouse dubara hook kiya, lipstick lagayi, aur apne bal open chhod diye.
Thodi der baad Pranali ekdam normal lag rahi thi, lekin andar se uski heat ab bhi dhimi aag ki tarah jal rahi thi. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar thoda muskuraayi, “Kya ho gaya mujhe,” khud se puchti, lekin jawab nahi tha. Phir confident chaal mein bahar aa gayi, jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho, lekin uski aankhon mein ab bhi woh heat, woh laalima chamak rahi thi.








Pranali ne apne room ka door band kiya, saree thodi sambhali, aur mobile uthakar Shubha ko call milaya. Dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha tha, lekin vo sab kuch Shubha ko bataye bina uska chain nahi tha.
Call jaisi hi connect hui, Shubha ne apne typical chulbuli awaaz mein bola, “Arre Pranali madam! Aaj to itni jaldi yaad aa gayi? Kahin phir se koi haveli adventure toh nahi ho gaya?”
Pranali ek second chupi rahi, phir halki si hansi ke saath boli, “Shubha, tu pagal hai. Lekin haan… kuch aisa hi samajh le. Tujhe pata hai, kal jab hum log Sharad ke haveli pe the, Sharad ne mujhe akele mein baat karne bulaya tha…”
Shubha ek dum se alert, lekin masti mood mein, “Oho… phir kya hua? Ullu banaya ya akele mein pataya? Bata, suspense mat rakh!”
Pranali ne thoda sa blush karte hue, lekin apni emotional state pe control karte hue kaha, “Yaar, pata nahi kya ho gaya tha mujhe. Sharad ne… usne… mujhe kiss kiya. Aur… maine bhi… resist nahi kiya. It was so intense, Shubha! Pura room ghoom raha tha mujhe toh. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha, yeh sab sahi hai ya galat, bas ho gaya…”
Shubha phone ke dusre end se zor se hansi, “Arre wah, Pranali madam! Sharad ki haveli mein romance bhi chal raha hai. Lagta hai Munna ke baad ab Sharad bhi teri wish list mein aa gaya!”
Pranali thoda serious ho gayi, “Arey yaar, mazak mat kar. Soch Munna ko pata chala toh kya hoga? Woh already possessive hai mere liye. Aur Sharad ka toh alag hi swag hai. Soham bhi kuch nahi keh raha, mujhe toh samajh nahi aa raha kya karu.”
Shubha phir se taang khinchte hue, “Aree tu tension na le! Munna agar Mirzapur ka don hai toh Sharad uska competitor hai. Waise bhi, tere fans toh line mein hai—ek taraf Munna, dusri taraf Sharad… Soham toh bass dekh hi raha hai, popcorn leke!”
Pranali hans padi, “Pagal! Tujhe toh har cheez mein comedy dikhni hai. Par sach bata, tujhe Sharad kaisa laga? Matlab… personality, aura, sab kuch?”
Shubha naughty mood mein boli, “Sharad toh ek dum royal category ka item hai, yaar! Height, maturity, woh intense aankhein… lagta hai kahin bhi chandni raat ho, toh ekdum romantic scene banta hai. Dekh, sach bolun toh… tu nahi, toh main try maar deti uspar! Bas tu apna mangalsutra sambhal, main saree ka pallu sambhal lungi!”
Pranali ne apna sar pakad liya, “Tu toh bilkul pagal hai! Chal, bol rahi hoon serious mein. Mujhe guilt bhi ho raha hai par excitement bhi… kya karu?”
Shubha ek second ke liye emotional ho gayi, “Sun Pranali, tu dil se jo chahe kar, bas apna khayal rakh. Emotions control nahi hote, aur kabhi kabhi life mein risk lene bhi chahiye. Bas apna ‘safe word’ yaad rakh—aur agar Sharad se aur kuch advance scene ho toh live commentary de dena, gossip group mein dhamaka ho jayega!”
Dono zor zor se hans padi, thodi der baatein chalti rahi, taang khichai, emotional support aur friendly masti. Pranali ko thoda halka mehsoos hua, jaise apna tension half Shubha pe transfer ho gaya ho.
Shubha last mein boli, “Aree, aage kuch bhi ho, full update chahiye. Aur haan, Munna se bach ke—woh Mirzapur ka Bhaukaal hai, Sharad ka swag sambhal le, baaki drama main sambhal lungi!”
Pranali ne phone cut kiya, thoda confident feel karte hue. Dosto ka support ho toh Mirzapur ki koi haveli bhi conquer kar sakti hai, right?

Shubha ne phone uthaya, dusre end par Soham ka naam flash ho raha tha. Usne ek pal ko socha—yeh toh roz ka ho gaya hai, har raat ki khabar, har raat ka hisaab. Lekin paisa bhi zaroori hai, uske pati ka ilaaj, uski majboori. Thodi der pehle Pranali se baat karke ab uska guilt thoda kam tha, ab toh she was in informer mode.
Soham ne call pick kiya, awaz mein wohi usual boredom, “Bata Shubha, aaj kya nayi masaledaar khabar hai?”
Shubha ne thoda sexy tone mein, lekin professional jaisi, bola, “Bhaiya, aapke Sharad bhaiya ne toh kamaal kar diya aaj. Pranali ko kiss kiya, vo bhi direct lips pe… aur madam ne bhi resist nahi kiya. Aapka plan sahi chal raha hai. Munna ke baad ab Sharad bhi line mein aa gaya.”
Soham ne ek kadvi si hansi hansi, “Accha… toh madam ab Sharad ke liye bhi pighal rahi hai. Mast. Agle hafte Sharad mujhe 10 crore transfer karega. Main abhi powerful ho jaunga, puri Mirzapur main naam ho jayega mera. Pranali toh bas shuruaat hai, aage aur bhi ladkiyaan milengi mujhe.”
Par andar se, ek choti si awaaz keh rahi thi—yeh tum kya kar rahe ho Soham? Pranali… teri biwi hai, teri bachchon ki maa… Maa ki aankhon ka taara… Lekin paison ka nasha, shakti ka junoon, sab pe bhaari pad raha tha. Usne us feeling ko dabaya, jaise hamesha karta hai.
Shubha ne phir halki si sulgi hui aawaz mein pucha, “Aur… aapko aur kuch chahiye toh batao. Aaj Pranali full heat mein thi, Sharad ke bare mein soch ke… main jaanti hoon, aapko aisi details pasand hai…”
Soham ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aayi, “Shubha, tu kamaal hai. Waise bhi… tujhe toh pata hi hai, tujhe paise milenge, par teri body bhi mujhe chahiye kabhi kabhi. Tera pati hospital mein hai, main sambhal lunga. Bas Pranali ki ek ek harkat bata, baaki sab tujhpe.”
Shubha ne apne aap ko mirror mein dekha—kuch saal pehle tak woh sirf ek simple, sanskari aurat thi, ab paise ke liye sab kuch kar rahi hai. Lekin majboori thi, pati ka ilaj, bacchon ki fees. Usne apne hothon pe lipstick lagayi, aur kaha, “Theek hai Soham… sab details milti rahengi. Aaj raat ka appointment bhi yaad hai na?”
Soham ne casual tone mein bola, “Haan haan… tu aa ja. Pranali ki kahani ke saath apni body bhi lekar aa.”
Call cut, Shubha ne aankhon mein thoda aansu mehsoos kiya, lekin fir apne aap se bola—Zindagi sab sikha deti hai, paise ki bhook sab badal deti hai.
Soham ek pal ke liye phone ko dekhta raha—andar guilt tha, lekin vo toh uske ambitions ke neeche daba chuka tha.
Uske liye ab sirf power important thi, baaki sab—pyaar, parivaar, insaniyat—sab paison ke niche kuchla ja chuka tha.
Aur Shubha, ab ek informer, ek sex toy, ek majboor aurat, sirf ek deal ka hissa ban gayi thi.



Munna Tripathi apne dark, luxurious room mein akele baitha tha. Whiskey ka glass haath mein, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi. Pranali ke saath guzaari raat uske dimag mein repeat ho rahi thi—uski khushbu, uska touch, aur sabse zyada—woh moans, jo ab bhi uske kaano mein baj rahe the.
Munna ne phone uthaya, ek dum se uska naam search kiya.
He typed, almost teasing—
“Missing me?”
Message bhej kar Munna ne apne aap ko ek king samjha. Usse pata tha, Pranali aise hi reply nahi karegi—yeh guilt aur passion ka dangerous game tha. Lekin uski aadat ho gayi thi Pranali ki… uska taste ab usse chhut hi nahi raha tha.
Dusri taraf, Pranali apne phone screen pe message dekh ke freeze ho gayi. Uska chehra ekdum stiff, aankhon mein shock, dil mein guilt ka tsunami. Abhi tak Sharad ka scene, apni khud ki feelings, aur upar se Munna ka yeh casual message.
Missing me?
Pranali ka haath phone pe tha, lekin fingers type karne mein jhijak rahi thi. Andar guilt, gussa, aur ek ajeeb si attraction. Par vo reply nahi kar payi. Screen off kar di.
Munna ko pata tha—ye silence ka matlab hai ki vo confuse hai. Usne fir ek aur message bhej diya, is baar aur bold, aur thoda dirty:
“Tumhare moans ab tak kaano mein gunj rahe hain… vo raat kabhi nahi bhool sakta.”
Pranali ki aankhon mein ab irritation aa gayi. Munna ka yeh attitude, uski possessiveness, aur vo baat jaise bas sex pe aa jaye… ab gussa aa gaya usse. Abki baar usne phone uthaya, fingers tight ho gayi screen pe, aur message likha:
“Munna, bas karo. Jo hua galat tha. Mujhe yeh sab yaad dilakar mujhe aur mat girao. Apni life mein aage badhne do, tum bhi move on karo. Mujhe baar baar disturb mat karo. Aur haan, mere moans bhool jao—kyunki ab unki koi value nahi hai.”
Ek pal ke liye Pranali ka anger uski guilt pe bhaari ho gaya. Message bhej ke vo heavy breathing kar rahi thi, aankhen nam thi—nafrat, guilt, aur thoda apne aap pe bhi gussa.
Munna ne message dekha, hansi uske hothon pe thi—
“Jitna bhoolne bologi, utna yaad aati ho, Pranali. This isn’t over yet.”
Pranali phone table pe rakh ke khidki ke paas jaa khadi hui—yeh game abhi khatam nahi hua tha, aur uska dil jaise ek baar phir uljhanon mein phans gaya tha.

Pranali abhi bhi khidki ke paas khadi thi, phone table par phek diya tha. Dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha tha, Munna ke messages ne saari shanti ko aag laga di thi. She felt angry, exposed, almost helpless.
Tabhi phone ka screen fir se blink hua.
Sharad Shukla.
“Awake?”
Pranali ne ek gehri saans li aur phone uthaya. Sharad ka message dekhte hi uske lips pe thoda smile aaya, ajeeb sa comfort mehsoos hua. Sharad ka andaaz hi alag tha—direct, lekin possessive nahi. Uski baaton mein ek mystery thi, ek dum calm, mature energy.
Pranali (reply):
“Haan, neend nahi aa rahi… kuch zyada hi tension ho gaya aaj.”
Sharad (instantly):
“Tension ki wajah main toh nahi?”
End mein ek wink emoji.
Pranali hansi bina nahi rahi,
“Tum ho, par ho bhi nahi. Tumhare saath hoti hoon toh sab kuch ajeeb se normal lagta hai.”
Sharad:
“Normal ya special?”
Pranali ne playfully type kiya,
“Special hi keh lo. Waise tum yeh sab chat pe puchte ho, saamne hota toh kya karte?”
Sharad ka reply kuch seconds baad aaya,
“Saamne hota toh, shayad tumhe sirf dekhta… baaki sab tumhari aankhon mein hi dikh jata hai.”
Pranali ek pal ke liye blush hui, Munna ka gussa dheere dheere melt hone laga. Sharad ki words ne uske dil pe thandi patti rakh di thi.
“Tumhare saath baat karke aaj fir se shaant ho gayi. Thank you, Sharad.”
Sharad:
“Hamesha. Goodnight, Pranali. Sweet dreams. Tumhare sapnon ka rakhwala hoon main.”
Pranali (smiling softly):
“Goodnight, Sharad.”
Phone side mein rakhte hi, Pranali ka gussa, guilt, sab kuch thoda halka ho gaya. Sharad ke simple, confident words mein jaadu tha—aur aaj raat woh pehli baar peacefully so gayi.

Subah ki halki roshni mein Pranali sabse pehle jag gayi thi. Kitchen se masale ki khushboo aa rahi thi, haath mein aata, aankhon mein neend ki halki si jhalak—lekin routine toh routine hai. Kapde dhone se lekar chai banana tak, sab kuch ek dum perfect. Kabhi-kabhi toh lagta tha, woh housewife nahi, ek machine hai.
Tab tak Soham bhi uth chuka tha, ek pal ko Pranali ko dekhta raha—jaise kuch kehna chahta ho, phir chup chaap washroom chala gaya.
Tabhi gate pe horn bajta hai. Door bell ki awaaz se ghar ki saari neend udd gayi. Pranali ne pallu sambhalte hue door khola, toh saamne Munna Tripathi khada tha—smile karta hua, full energy mein, aise jaise koi VIP aaye ho.
“Arey Munna beta!” Soham ke pitaji khush ho kar aage badhe, Munna ko gale laga liya. Soham bhi formal sa smile de kar haath milata hai, “Munna bhaiya, itni subah-subah surprise?”
Pranali ki saas bhi Munna ko pyaar se aashirwad deti hai, “Aa jao beta, chai pi lo. Subah-subah tumhare darshan ho gaye, din safal ho gaya.”
Munna ghar ke andar aata hai, sabka swagat accept karta hai jaise woh ghar ka hi ek hissa ho. Table pe baith kar, halki si casual baat cheet shuru hoti hai. Munna ka charm sab pe bhari pad raha tha.
Phir Munna ne ek serious note pakda, “Actually, ek choti si request thi. Mere business ka ek important kaam hai nearby city mein—kuch accounts check karne hai, bills verify karne hai. Mujhe kisi reliable aur trustworthy aadmi ki zaroorat hai jo finance samjhta ho, aur mere saath ek din ke liye chale. Bas ek din ka kaam hai, sab kuch transparent hai. Ghar ke hi kisi bande pe bharosa karta hoon, isliye yeh baat aapse share ki.”
Pranali thoda confuse thi, lekin gharwale proud feel kar rahe the—Munna jaise aadmi ko in par bharosa hai, toh unki izzat badh rahi thi. Soham ke pitaji ne instantly bola, “Haan beta, humare ghar mein toh Pranali ko accounts ka kaafi gyaan hai, bank mein bhi kaam kiya hai. Agar tumhe chahiye toh Pranali chale jaaye tumhare saath?”
Munna ne ek second Pranali ki taraf dekha—unki aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi.
“Bilkul. Main bhi yahi soch raha tha. Pranali ji ka record sabse best hai. Agar aap sabko theek lage toh bas ek din ke liye main unko le jaata hoon.”
Ghar mein thodi der silent rahi, sab soch rahe the. Pranali ne bhi formally haan mein haan milai, lekin uske andar emotions ka tsunami chal raha tha. Munna ka request simple dikh raha tha, lekin uske piche ki asli kahani sirf Pranali hi samajh sakti thi.
Sab ne milke decide kiya—Pranali jaayegi, aur Munna ka kaam sambhalegi. Munna ne aakhri baar muskurate hue kaha,
“Thank you, sab logon ka. Main promise karta hoon, ek din ke baad Pranali ji waapas safe ghar aa jayengi. Aur haan, main business ki saari responsibility unhi ko deta hoon.”
Ghar mein fir se normal routine shuru ho gaya, lekin Pranali ka dil ab aur bhi restless ho gaya tha—Munna ka plan, Sharad ki baatein, Soham ka attitude, aur apna guilt—sab milke ek nayi kahani shuru karne wale the.


Agli subah Pranali ki neend khuli toh aankhon mein ajeeb sa mix tha—thoda guilt, thoda excitement, thoda sa self-doubt, par sabse zyada ek jazba ki “aaj main apne hisaab se rahungi.” Munna ki baaton ka asar us par tha, lekin usse apni taraf se kamzor dikhna bilkul manzoor nahi tha.
Usne almari kholi aur socha—aaj kuch classy pehnu, lekin Munna ko bhi realize ho ki main ordinary nahi hoon. Usne ek elegant royal blue silk saree nikali, blouse ka cut thoda deep tha, pallu ek dum neat—ek balance of grace and confidence. Light makeup, sindoor ki ek patti, aur halki si red lipstick, bas. Aaj Pranali apne aap ko ek powerful woman jaisa feel karna chahti thi.
Breakfast table par Soham, unka beta, aur saas-sasur already baithe the. Pranali ne normal tareeke se sabko breakfast serve kiya, lekin aankhon mein kuch alag hi confidence tha.
Bahaar Munna ka SUV already gate pe tha, bilkul punctual. Ghar mein thoda hustle hua, Soham ne casual smile di, beta hug karta hai, aur saas-sasur pyar se nazar utarte hai.
Pranali ne muskurate hue, lekin andar ek choti si nervous energy ke saath kaha,
“Main jaldi aa jaungi. Koi chinta mat karna.”
Munna car ke bonnet pe tikke khada tha, sunglasses lagaye hue, Pranali ko ek long, approving look deta hai.
“Ready?”
Ek charming smirk ke saath puchta hai.
Pranali ne sir hilaya, aur ek confident stride ke saath Munna ki car ki taraf badh gayi. Door kholte waqt Munna ne light teasing tone mein kaha,
“Aaj toh lagta hai Miss Mirzapur business contest jeetne aayi ho.”
Pranali ne bhi thoda smile kiya,
“Professional kaam ke liye professional look. Aur waise bhi, aapko competition toh pasand hai na?”
Car mein baithte hi, Munna ne ek pal ke liye Pranali ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein admiration, desire, aur thoda sa challenge bhi tha. Pranali ka pallu shoulder pe set tha, neckline thodi bold, par body language full confidence wali.
Ghar se door, she allowed herself to relax—ek pal ko khidki ke bahar dekhte hue, apne dil ko samjhane ki koshish ki—Main Munna ke liye nahi, apne liye strong hoon. Jo bhi ho, aaj ki script main likhungi.
Car highway pe aage badh gayi, dono ke beech mein raw tension, unsaid attraction, aur ek naye din ki kahani.




Car mein baithte hi, Pranali ne ek deep breath li, jaise apne aap ko control karne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Bahar ki duniya seedhi aur simple thi—road, trees, morning ki halki dhoop. Lekin car ke andar, hawa hi kuch aur thi.
Munna driving seat par tha, ek haath steering pe, dusra window ke paas, casual sa—lekin uski aankhen kabhi kabhi Pranali ki taraf drift kar jaati thi, jaise uski bechaini ko mehsoos kar raha ho.
Pranali khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, lekin dimag mein ek hi scene baar baar repeat ho raha tha—woh raat, Munna ke saath. Uski yaad sirf guilt nahi thi, ek ajeeb si excitement bhi thi jo usne kabhi kisi ke saath mehsoos nahi ki thi. Munna ka touch, uski baaton ka nasha, aur sabse zyada—usne Munna ko kabhi ‘na’ nahi kaha.
She remembered how she melted in his arms, us raat ka junoon, uski moans, aur Munna ka intensity. Us raat ke baad sab kuch badal gaya tha, aur Pranali ab khud ko jhooth nahi bol sakti thi—she did enjoy it. Actually, she had wanted it, chahe apne aap se jitni bhi denial kar le.
Car ki silence mein, Pranali ne khud se pucha,
“Main Munna ko kyu mana nahi kar paayi? Kya tha uski aankhon mein, uske haathon mein, ki main bas beh gayi?”
Ek pal ke liye Munna ne gear change kiya, uski fingers Pranali ke haath ke paas se guzri—electric si current daud gayi body mein. Pranali ne aankhen band ki, lips thoda press kiye, aur khud ko fir sambhalne ki koshish ki.
Munna, jaise uske dil ki baat sun raha ho, ek teasing tone mein bola,
“Aaj itni chup kyu ho, Pranali ji? Woh business wali yaad aayi ya phir… kuch aur?”
Pranali ne aankhen kholi, Munna ki aankhon mein dekha—usne kuch nahi bola, sirf ek halki si muskurahat ke saath face window ki taraf kar liya.
Lekin uski aankhon ki chamak, uske chehre ka laal rang, sab kuch Munna samajh gaya tha—aur shayad Pranali bhi.
Woh raat sirf ek galti nahi thi, ek craving thi jo ab chhup nahi sakti thi.
Car ke andar hawa garm thi, khamoshi mein bhi ek raw connection tha—jo na dono todna chahte the, na accept kar pa rahe the.



Car highway pe aage badh rahi thi, but ab uss bechaini ki jagah ek thoda playful mood aa gaya tha. Pranali ne khud ko thoda relaxed mehsoos kiya, uska pallu shoulder pe perfectly set, baal khidki ki halki hawa mein ud rahe the. Munna ne ek glance mara, aankhon mein woh usual naughty spark.
Munna, half-smile ke saath:
“Waise, aaj aapka saree selection toh business se zyada distraction lag raha hai. Aapko pata bhi hai, aap jab aise baithti hain toh kaam pe focus karna mushkil ho jata hai?”
Pranali ne fake gussa dikhaya,
“Munna ji, yeh business trip hai ya fashion show? Sab aapko hi dikhta hai, baaki duniya ko toh main bas ek accountant hoon.”
Munna haske:
“Accountant toh hain, par… aapke accounts toh kaafi bold hain. Saara calculation mere dimaag ka zero kar dete ho.”
Thoda pause, phir:
“Last time bhi jab aap mere saath thi, kuch hisaab-kitaab kuch zyada hi intense ho gaya tha…”
Pranali ne ek moment ke liye blush kiya, fir bhi casual ban kar boli,
“Aap na, bas mauka dekhte hi line maarne lagte ho.”
Munna cheeky smile ke saath:
“Line nahi, direct formula lagata hoon main. Aur formula wahi lagata hoon jo result la sake.”
Pranali thoda hans padti hai,
“Accha? Toh phir aaj ke accounts sambhal paoge ya main distract kar doon?”
Munna leaned in thoda closer (but still driving):
“Mujhe distractions pasand hai, especially agar aap jaisi ho. Waise, aapke moans abhi tak mere mind se nikle nahi, business yaad dilata hai ya pleasure ka account kholun phir se?”
Pranali ne eyes roll ki, par ab thoda openly tease kar rahi thi,
“Kaam ki baat karo, Munna. Baaki calculation raat ko kar lena.”
Ek mischievous smile ke saath.
Munna satisfied, slow tone mein:
“Deal. Par aapka calculation thoda advance hai—main pura din lagane ko ready hoon.”
Pranali ne khidki se bahar dekha, magar uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi—kuch sharam, kuch excitement, aur sabse zyada… anticipation.
Car ab city ke paas aa rahi thi, par dono ke beech ka atmosphere already garm ho chuka tha—aur Pranali, finally, apne aap ko munna ki flirtation ke saath flow karte hue mehsoos kar rahi thi.


Office mein enter karte hi, Pranali apni professional mode mein aa gayi. Ek clean desk, laptop open, accounts ki files neatly spread out. Usne ek quick bun bana liya, pallu sambhal kar set kiya, lekin saree ka deep back aur neckline ab bhi Munna ki nazar se bach nahi sakte the.
Munna ne receptionist ko sign dekar private conference room le liya tha—privacy ke naam pe full drama. Sab staff respect se “Munna bhaiya” bol rahe the, Pranali quietly head nod karti, apni seat par busy ho gayi.
Kaam start hua—Pranali bills, receipts, accounts cross-check kar rahi thi, shayad apni best efficiency pe. Lekin room ka AC bhi uski mehnat ka sweat rok nahi pa raha tha. Uski back pe halki pasina ki layer, neck pe ek shine, aur uski breathing slightly heavy. She was looking both strong and vulnerable—a working woman in her element, but undeniably sexy.
Munna, table ke dusre side baithkar, ek file pakde, par uski poori attention Pranali pe thi. Kabhi uske baal ki loose strand dekhta, kabhi uski ungliyon ko, toh kabhi uske blouse ke neckline pe nazar atak jaati. Har bar jab Pranali sir utha ke kisi point pe Munna ki taraf dekhti, toh uske chehre pe ek smirk hota—jaise vo keh raha ho, aaj tu meri hai.
Pranali ne ek point pe paani liya, Munna ko dekha aur casually bola,
“Yeh bills toh sahi lag rahe hain, kuch fishy nahi hai, Munna ji.”
Munna leaned forward, voice mein slow tease,
“Mujhe toh aapki working style sabse zyada interesting lag rahi hai. Kaash har balance sheet itni khoobsurat hoti…”
Pranali ne ek tired, but playful look diya,
“Flirt karne ka bhi koi timing hota hai, Munna.”
Munna close aake whisper kiya,
“Mera timing perfect hai, Pranali. Aur aaj toh maine pura din sirf tumhare liye plan kiya hai…”
Uski aankhon mein ek promise tha—kaam ke baad, khel shuru hoga.
Pranali ne ek light laugh ki, lekin andar se ek anticipation uske body mein run kar gaya. She knew Munna’s plans rarely failed—and today, she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to resist.
Dono ne kaam finish kiya, sun was starting to go down, and office mein ab sirf ek silence thi—aur us silence ke andar, desire ki gunj.
Munna ne files close ki, Pranali ki aankhon mein direct dekh ke bola:
“Ready for the next calculation?”
Pranali ne halki si smile ke saath apna laptop bandh kiya,
“Dekhte hain Munna ji, aapka formula kitna strong hai.”
Aur aaj raat ka equation… abhi solve hona baaki tha.



Munna kisi urgent kaam ke bahane office se nikal gaya tha, leaving Pranali alone at her desk with just the hum of the AC and the ticking clock. She stretched her neck, let her bun down, and took a long sip of water, trying to shake off the lingering tension.
Tabhi phone vibed quietly—Sharad Shukla ka message.
Sharad:
“Madam, kaam khatam? Ya abhi bhi bills hi gin rahi ho?”
Pranali smiled to herself, instantly feeling lighter.
“Bas almost. Aapko bhi aaj office ke bills yaad aa gaye?”
Sharad:
“Bills se zyada toh aap yaad aayi. Waise ek help chahiye thi.”
Pranali:
“Kya?”
Sharad:
“Aaj tak kisi friend ko selfie bheji hai? Dosti mein zaroori hai dekhna kaun sabse khoobsurat hai.”
End mein ek wink emoji.
Pranali laughed quietly, biting her lower lip.
“Matlab aapko sirf selfie chahiye ya kaam bhi hai?”
Sharad:
“Kaam ki wajah se message kiya, lekin selfie mil jaaye toh din ban jayega. Sach batau toh Mirzapur mein competition tough hai. Dekhna padega kaun top par hai.”
Pranali rolled her eyes, but inside she was a little thrilled. She quickly checked herself in the phone’s front camera—loose hair, hint of sweat, pink cheeks, bindi slightly off-centre. She angled her phone, gave a soft, teasing smile, and clicked a candid selfie.
She sent it to Sharad with a playful line:
“Dost ki demand hai, toh mana kaise karti? Dekh lo, aaj office-wali look hai!”
Sharad replied in seconds:
“Bas ab toh Mirzapur ka verdict mil gaya—tumhara smile hi winner hai. Aur haan, kaam ke baad ek coffee treat pending hai. Ready ho?”
Pranali, feeling lighter and bolder, texted back:
“Dekhte hain, aapki dosti ka kitna charm hai. Abhi office mein hoon, baad mein baat karungi.”
Sharad:
“Main wait karunga, dosti mein sab kuch jaayaz hai!”
Pranali smiled, feeling her cheeks warm up. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed—and a little more alive.


Car mein silence thi, sirf wipers ki awaaz aur baahar barsaat ka shor. Pranali apna phone quietly purse mein rakh chuki thi jaise Sharad ki cheeky dosti ko ek pal ke liye pause par rakh diya ho. Saree ka pallu thoda sambhalte hue, woh window ke bahar dekh rahi thi—raindrops ne uske face aur neck pe ek alag hi glow la diya tha. Din bhar ki mehnat aur humidity ne uske baal thode messy kar diye the, aur uska look ab extra sensuous lag raha tha, casual yet utterly irresistible.
Munna gaadi chala raha tha, lekin uski nazar bar-bar Pranali pe hi thi. Har pal, har expression—woh chhup kar nahi dekh raha tha, openly admire kar raha tha. Thand lag rahi thi dono ko, lekin Munna ko uss waqt sirf ek hi cheez feel ho rahi thi—Pranali ki presence.
Achanak Munna ne break lagayi, car side pe rok di. Bahar abhi bhi heavy rain ho rahi thi, car ke andar ka mahoul aur intimate ho gaya tha. Munna ne ek pal ke liye Pranali ki taraf dekha, phir soft but serious tone mein bola,
"Batao Pranali madam, sach sach… us raat ko enjoy kiya tha ya nahi? Tell me the truth."
Pranali ne uski aankhon mein dekha—do pal ke liye chup rahi, phir khidki ki taraf dekhne lagi. Uska chehra halki si laali se bhar gaya, lekin andar se she was trembling, not just because of the cold.
"Mujhe us bare mein baat nahi karni, Munna," usne dheere se kaha, lekin voice mein thoda vibration tha—sharm, guilt, aur ek burning curiosity ka.
Munna, who never takes no for an answer, dheere-dheere uske paas gaya. Usne apna haath Pranali ke messy baalon mein dala, unhe piche gently kheechte hue uska face apni taraf tight kiya. Ab unke lips ekdum paas, dono ki saanse mil rahi thi. Bahar rain ki awaaz, andar sirf un dono ki heartbeats.
Munna ki awaaz ab whisper thi, eyes burning into hers:
"Ab sach bata… tune enjoy kiya tha ya nahi?"
Pranali ki aankhen band ho gayi, lips slightly parted. Uske sare gestures ne uska jawab already de diya tha, but she didn’t want to fight the heat anymore. Dheere-dheere, she nodded—yes. Eyes still closed, breath shaky, par expression honest tha.
Munna ke lips ek pal ke liye uske cheek ke bahut nazdeek the. He just smiled, satisfied, ek winner ki tarah, and let the silence between them say the rest.
Car ke andar ab sirf unki chemistry ki garmi thi—aur baahar barsaat, jo jaise dono ko ek dusre ke aur kareeb la rahi thi.





Munna ki aankhon mein ek wild, almost hungry look tha. Pranali ne uski aankhon mein dekha, thoda sa peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin Munna ka haath ab bhi uske baalon mein tha—gentle, but firm. Uski body tense thi, lips thoda trembling. She knew this moment was coming, and as much as she tried to deny it to herself, her body had a mind of its own.
Munna ne dheere se apna chehra aur paas laaya, unke lips ab ek dusre ko almost touch kar rahe the. Pehle toh Pranali ne resist kiya, apne haath se Munna ka chest push kiya, “Munna, yeh sahi nahi hai…”
Lekin Munna ne sirf uski aankhon mein dekha, uski resistance mein bhi ek daawat thi, ek invitation jo sirf Munna samajh sakta tha.
Aur phir—Munna ne Pranali ke lips pe ek passionate, deep kiss kar diya. Pehle toh Pranali ne sirf lips band kiye rakhe, shoulders tense thi, lekin jaise hi Munna ki ungliyaan uske baalon ko stroke karne lagi, jaise hi uske lips ki heat badhi, Pranali ka resistance pighalne laga. Her breaths grew heavier, and slowly, she started melting into the moment.
Thodi hi der mein, Pranali ke haath Munna ke shoulder pe the, usne apni aankhen bandh ki, aur kiss ka jawab dena shuru kiya—first hesitant, phir full surrender ke saath. Car ke ander barsaat ki aawaz ab sirf ek background music thi, asli melody toh un dono ki chemistry thi.
Munna ke haath ab Pranali ke cheek se uski kamar pe aa gaye, aur Pranali ne bhi apne haath Munna ke baalon mein ghusa diye. Ab dono ke lips ek dusre mein uljhe hue the, heat and passion building up, koi bhi shabd zaroori nahi tha—sab kuch aankhon, haathon, aur us kiss mein keh diya gaya tha.
Bahaar ki thand aur barsaat, andar ki garmi aur desire—sab kuch ek perfect storm ban gaya tha. Pranali ki resistance ab completely melt ho gayi thi, and for that moment, she belonged to Munna, and Munna belonged only to her.