Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Jolly ne agle din Srivalli ko inform kiya, “Aaj Dave milne aa raha hai. Woh hi ab tumhara last hope hai, Srivalli.”

Srivalli ka dil tez dhadak raha tha, lekin usne apne aap ko shaant rakhne ki koshish ki. Jolly ke saath woh ek five-star hotel ke private lounge pahunchi, jahan Dave white shirt aur suit me, relaxed andaaz me already unka intezaar kar raha tha.
Dave ne Srivalli ko dekhte hi polite American smile di, haath badha kar bola,
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Pushpa. I hope you’re doing well, under these… difficult circumstances.”
Srivalli ne formal expression ke saath handshake kiya, aankhen direct Dave ki aankhon mein—andar se ghabrahat, lekin face pe dignity ka mask. Jolly ne sabko baithne ko kaha, khud bhi side me formal ban gaya.
Dave ne slow, diplomatic tone mein shuru kiya,
“I understand your husband is in serious trouble. Indian system is… complicated. Sometimes, it takes a powerful nudge to set things right. I might be able to help. But everything comes with a price, Mrs. Pushpa.”
Srivalli ek pal ke liye silent rahi, fir slightly rigid ho kar boli,
“What do you mean by price? Help ki baat ki hai, toh seedha bolo na, kya chahiye?”
Dave ki aankhon mein ek second ke liye hunger chamki, par smile maintained,
“Just one night. You. With me. No one will ever know. Pushpa walks free, everything is cleared. You have my word.”
Srivalli ka chehra ek second ke liye shock, fir rage mein badal gaya. Usne gusse se chair push ki, Dave ko cold, angry look diya,
“Sharam nahi aati? Tum log sirf ek aurat ki majboori dekhte ho? Tum jaise logon ke wajah se hi is duniya me aurat ki koi izzat nahi!”
Woh turant room se nikal gayi, aankhon me aansu, face pe poora humiliation, Jolly bhi acting mode me Dave ki taraf ghurta hai, “What the hell, Dave? Are you serious? She’s my family, bro!” Dave casual ban gaya, shoulders uchaake bola, “Business is business, Jolly. It’s her choice. No pressure.”
Jolly bhi acting me Srivalli ke peeche nikal gaya, corridor me Srivalli ko sambhalte hue, “Chhod, Srivalli, main kabhi nahi chahunga ki tu aise logon ke saamne jhuke. Hum kuch aur rasta dhoondenge. Main tere saath hoon.”
Lekin andar hi andar, Jolly apne plan me perfect drama create kar chuka tha—Dave ko bhi shaant kiya, Srivalli ko bhi emotionally tod diya.
Kuch din beet gaye—Pushpa ab bhi jail me, har din uski halat aur kharab hoti gayi. Jail ke andar doctor ki facility nahi thi, Pushpa ko stomach infection ho gaya, aur guard ne phone par Jolly ko bhi indirectly hint kiya, “Agar medical help nahi mili toh halat aur kharab ho sakti hai, sahib.” Srivalli har din court aur lawyer ke chakkar kaat rahi thi, bail reject hoti rahi, har jagah se hopelessness mil raha tha.
Pushpa jail ke andhar hi weak hota ja raha tha—attitude ab bhi tha, lekin body me taaqat kam hoti gayi. Kisi raat Srivalli phone pe silently Jolly ko bolti hai, “Ab aur bardasht nahi ho raha… Pushpa ko kuch ho gaya toh main khud ko maaf nahi kar paungi.”
Jolly uski awaaz me dard aur guilt ko sun ke, andar hi andar apni jeet mehsoos karta hai, lekin phone pe soft tone me kehta hai,
“Ek last chance hai, Srivalli… decide tumhe karna hai. Main tumhare saath hoon.”
Srivalli ab poori tarah emotional, guilt aur helplessness me fasi hui thi—aur Jolly ke game ka final act shuru ho chuka tha.



Srivalli din bhar himmat jod ke jail gayi. Steel ki bars ke peeche Pushpa ko dekha toh uska dil tuta hua tha—Pushpa ab aur bhi weak lag raha tha, aankhon me halka dar, lekin face pe ab bhi attitude ki laakar thi.

Srivalli ne aankhon me aansu rok kar, thoda smile karne ki koshish ki, “Pushpa, main har jagah try kar rahi hoon. Main tujhe yahan se zarur nikalungi, chahe jo ho jaaye. Main sab karungi. Bas tu himmat mat haar.”
Pushpa ne uski aankhon me dekha, poora dard feel kiya, phir dheere se kaha, “Srivalli, mujhe tujh par pura bharosa hai. Main Pushpa hoon, par aaj tu hi meri taaqat hai. Tu kuch bhi kar le, main tujhe galat nahi samjhoonga.” Srivalli ne bars ke through uska haath kas ke pakad liya, aankhon me guilt aur pyar dono bhar aaye.
Jail se nikalte hi Srivalli sidha Jolly ke bungalow gayi. Andar aate hi Jolly ko dekhte hi control tut gaya, woh seedha uske arms me jaake zor se ro padi, “Jolly… main thak gayi hoon… ab kuch aur soch nahi sakti. Pushpa ko bachana hai, Jolly. Main ready hoon…”
Jolly ne acting me, poora emotional, uska chehra pakda, “Srivalli, tum sure ho? Yeh galat hai, tum meri ho… main tumhe kisi aur ko nahi de sakta, yeh sab bardasht nahi hota mujhse…” Uski aankhon me dikhawa tha, lekin andar se sab plan ki tarah chal raha tha.
Srivalli ne aansu pochte hue kaha, “Nahi Jolly, mujhe yeh karna padega. Tumne mujhe jo care, jo pyaar diya, uske liye main hamesha grateful rahungi. Lekin Dave ke saath… sirf ek deal hai, kuch feel nahi hai. Sirf Pushpa ke liye. Bas ab aur nahi soch sakti.”
Jolly ne deep sigh leke haan mein sir hilaya, phir phone uthakar Dave ko call kiya. Kuch seconds baad Dave ne phone uthaya, Jolly ne Srivalli ki taraf phone badha diya. Srivalli ne shaky hands se phone pakda.
Dave ki awaaz confident thi, “So you are ready, Mrs. Pushpa? Good. Tomorrow evening, Jolly’s bungalow. All night, you are mine. No disturbance. Your husband’s freedom is waiting.”
Srivalli ki aankhon me phir se aansu aa gaye, par usne khud ko sambhal kar, aankhen band kar ke haan bol diya, “Okay. Main aaungi. Sirf ek raat. Bas Pushpa ko bachana hai.”
Dave ne ek cold laugh ki, “I’ll be waiting.”
Call cut hua. Srivalli ka sharir ab bhi Jolly ki baahon mein tha, aankhon me guilt, sacrifice, aur ek chhupa hua dard—Jolly uski peeth pe softly haath pher raha tha, uski aankhon me fake helplessness, lekin andar hi andar jeet ki khushi thi.
Ab sab kuch tay tha—kal ki raat Srivalli apne pyaar, apni dignity, sab kuch sirf ek deal ke liye sacrifice karne ko ready thi.
Andar se tut ke bhi, Srivalli sirf ek baat soch rahi thi—Pushpa ke liye… bas ek raat.

Agli subah Srivalli ne maa ji ko breakfast table pe sambhal ke baithaya. Thoda hesitation tha, lekin aankhon mein umeed bhi. Soft tone mein, maaji ki aankhon mein dekh kar boli,

“Maaji, aaj kuch zaruri arrangements karne hain. Main Jolly ke saath ja rahi hoon, lekin kal main Pushpa ko ghar le aungi, yeh promise hai. Bas mujhe apka ashirvad chahiye.”

Maaji ne Srivalli ka haath pakad ke, poore vishwas ke saath bola,

“Jaa beta. Bhagwan tujhe himmat de. Pushpa ko waapas le aana, hum sab yahi intezaar karenge. Mera ashirvad tere saath hai.”

Srivalli ne maa ji ke pair chhuye, aankhon mein aansu the lekin lips pe ek silent kasam thi.

Sham ko Jolly ke mansion mein atmosphere bilkul alag tha. Drawing room ki bar counter pe Jolly aur Dave dono whisky ke glass lekar baithe the. Emily—Dave ki wife—ek short dress mein Jolly ki lap par thi, uske golden baal Jolly ki ungliyon mein, aur Jolly uski thighs pe casual andaaz mein finger trace kar raha tha. Emily ki nervous si smile, Dave ki aankhon mein thrill.

Dave ek sip lete hue Jolly se hasi mein bola,

“So, tonight is the big Indian night, huh? Your Srivalli… I hope she doesn’t disappoint.”

Jolly ne Emily ki neck pe ek soft kiss chhodte hue, aankh maari,

“Don’t worry, Dave. She’s special… sirf dikhti nahi, feel bhi utni hi crazy hai. Kal raat ke baad tu bhi mera taste appreciate karega.”

Dave ne glass raise kiya,

“Cheers, partner. Let’s see if she’s as good as your stories.”

Jolly ne Emily ko thoda aur close kheench kar, Dave ko tease kiya,

“You just wait, Dave. Tonight, India ki asli masti dikhata hoon. Tab tak, tu apni Emily enjoy kar—yeh toh mere haath mein already hai.”

Dave aur Jolly dono hans diye, Emily ne sharmate hue aankhen jhuka li. Dave ne relaxed ho kar peeche lean kiya, uski aankhon mein ab bhi ek wild anticipation tha—kal raat ki deal aur aaj ki forbidden masti, dono ki excitement room mein hawa ki tarah fail gayi thi.

Is sab ke beech, Srivalli apne pyaar aur sacrifice ke beech ki sabse badi raat ke liye ready ho rahi thi—ghar pe maa ka ashirvad, dimaag mein sirf Pushpa ka chehra.
Kal subah ki umeed, lekin aaj raat ka andhera pehle aana tha.
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Bahar mansion ke gate par car rukti hai. Srivalli, ek plain but elegant saree mein, aankhon mein thoda dar, lekin chehre par poora determination le kar utarti hai. Uske haath thode kaanp rahe hain, lekin man mein sirf ek baat hai—Pushpa ke liye kuch bhi.

Jolly khud darwaza kholne aata hai. Uske aankhon mein possessive sa glow, lips pe soft smile.




“Welcome, Srivalli,” Jolly soft tone mein bolta hai, “andar aao. Dave tumhara intezaar kar raha hai.”

Srivalli ne ek gehri saans li, aankhen band karke andar kadam rakhe. Drawing room mein lights soft thi, Emily ek corner mein whiskey ke glass ke saath, Dave sofa par, dono ek dusre ko dekhe ja rahe the. Jolly ne Srivalli ko gently introduce kiya, “Dave, this is Srivalli. Tonight, she is all yours, as promised.”
Dave ne Srivalli ki taraf ek slow, appreciative look diya, aankhon mein hunger chhupa hua, lekin smile poori polite. “You look beautiful, Srivalli,” Dave ne soft American accent mein kaha, “Thanks for trusting us. Let’s make this night memorable.”
Srivalli ne sirf ek silent nod diya, aankhon mein thoda guilt, lekin lips par forced smile.
Jolly ne uske shoulder par hand rakhte hue, soft tone mein bola,
“Don’t worry, main yahin hoon. Sab kuch safe hai.”
Emily ne Srivalli ki taraf ek thoda awkward, sympathetic glance diya, aur Dave ne Srivalli ke liye ek drink banai.
Room ka mahal heavy ho gaya—anticipation, tension, aur ek anjaane safar ki tayyari.
Jolly Dave ke paas jaakar whisper karta hai,
“Enjoy, partner. Tonight, she is yours.”
Dave ne glass uthaya, “To freedom—and to new beginnings.”
Srivalli ne apni mangalsutra tight pakad li, aankhon mein ek chhupi hui kasam—sirf Pushpa ke liye.
Raat ab shuru hone waali thi—sabhi ki zindagi ke liye ek nayi lakeer khinchne waali thi.
Dave ne Srivalli ko soft smile ke saath upar bedroom ki taraf gesture kiya, "Come, let's talk in private." Srivalli ne ek baar piche mudkar Jolly ko dekha—Jolly ki aankhon mein mix of fake reassurance aur possessive pride thi. Srivalli ne bas ek silent glance diya, aankhen jhuka kar Dave ke saath slow steps me upar chali gayi.

Room me pahunchte hi Dave ne door quietly band kiya. Ambience soft tha—dim lights, fresh perfume, aur ek plush bed. Dave ne Srivalli ke bilkul kareeb aake, ek strong but polite gesture ke saath uski kamar pakdi aur softly bola, "Sit with me." Usne sofa pe baith kar Srivalli ko apni lap par baithne ko kaha.
Srivalli thoda hesitant thi, lekin andhar se poori tarah toot chuki thi—Pushpa ke liye, she just followed. Dheere se Dave ki lap pe baith gayi, uske body ke against close. Dave ne dono haathon se uski slim waist ko hold kiya, eyes uski saree ki folds aur blouse ke deep cut pe fix ho gayi.
Uski aankhon mein ek dum raw desire tha—Srivalli ki milky smooth skin, bare arms, blouse ke andar ka tight curve, saree ke pallu ke andar dikhte uske firm breasts aur navel—sab kuch Dave ki aankhon mein aag laga raha tha. Usne Srivalli ki hair ko side kiya, uski khushboo ko deep breath mein liya, aur whisper kiya,
"You are even more beautiful up close, Srivalli. I can see why men would go crazy for you."
Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li, ek lamha ke liye sirf Pushpa ko yaad kiya, par Dave ke touch ne usko wapas reality me khinch liya. Dave ne uske curves pe slow hand slide kiya, saree ke fabric ko feel kiya, aur uski bare back ko soft fingers se trace karte hue uski desirability ko silently admire kiya.
Room ka mahal ab aur heavy ho chuka tha—Dave ki breathing thodi tez ho gayi, Srivalli ab uski lap pe poori tarah trapped thi, uske sharir ke har curve pe Dave ki aankhen aur haath ruke hue the.
Yeh raat, abhi shuru hui thi, aur Dave ki hunger ab clearly Srivalli ko mehsoos ho rahi thi.




Dave ne Srivalli ki aankhon mein dekhte hue ek bowl table se uthayi, jisme fresh green gbangs the. Usne ek soft, teasing smile ke saath Srivalli ki taraf bowl badha di, “Feed me, please… tonight I want to taste everything from your hands.”

Srivalli ki saans halki si tez ho gayi, lekin usne slow, controlled movement ke saath ek angur uthaya. Dave ab bhi uski kamar hold kiye tha, uski body ke saath tight press ho ke. Srivalli jab uske lips ke paas gbangs laayi, Dave ne purposely uski aankhon mein dekhte hue gbangs gently lips se le liya, tongue se taste karta hua—poori aankhon se uski khubsurti ko enjoy karta.
Dave ka hard lund uski lap pe, Srivalli ki ass ke against clearly feel ho raha tha—har motion par thoda sa rub, uska bulge uske saree ke fabric ko stretch kar raha tha. Srivalli ne sharmate hue aankhen jhuka li, lekin Dave ka grip aur gaze usko poori tarah control mein le chuka tha.
Usne dusra gbang Srivalli ki fingers se mouth me liya, phir dheere se uske hand pe soft kiss kiya,
“Beautiful hands… beautiful woman…”
Uski voice deep thi, breath hot, aur body ab bhi Srivalli ko tightly pakad ke rakh rahi thi.
Srivalli ki body thodi tense, thodi nervous thi, lekin Dave ke touch aur uske hard bulge ka sensation—yeh sab uski breathing ko aur uneven kar raha tha. Room mein sirf unki saans, gbangs ka meetha taste, aur forbidden anticipation ki garmi thi.


 
Dave ne gbangs finish karte hue Srivalli ki kamar pe thoda fir se pressure dala, uski aankhon mein ek commanding sa look aaya. Dheere se uske ear ke paas jhuk ke soft, husky voice mein bola,

“Get up, darling… ab mujhe tumhe properly dekhna hai. Turn around for me.”
Srivalli ka dil tez dhadak raha tha, lekin usne chup-chaap Dave ki lap se uthi, uske saamne khadi ho gayi. Saree ab bhi uske curves ko loosely cover kar rahi thi. Dave ne uski aankhon mein deep, possessive nazar se dekha, phir dheere se uski kamar ke paas haath le jaakar saree ka pallu pakda.
Slowly, deliberate motion mein, Dave ne Srivalli ka pallu shoulder se slide kar diya. Silk ka yellow pallu uske bare arms, phir chest ke across dhire-dhire phisal gaya, blouse ka deep neck, tight curves, aur cleavage ab poora exposed ho gaya. Srivalli ne aankhen jhuka li, sharam aur guilt ke beech mein fas gayi thi, lekin Dave ki aankhon mein sirf hunger tha.
Dave ne pallu poora nikaal kar side pe sofa pe rakh diya, fir Srivalli ki bare shoulders aur collarbone ko admiring touch se softly feel kiya.
Uski aankhen ab Srivalli ke soft, vulnerable body pe fix thi,
aur Srivalli khud ko sirf ek silent sacrifice ke roop mein mehsoos kar rahi thi—lekin ab yeh raat Dave ki thi, aur uska har touch forbidden pleasure aur pressure ka mix le aaya tha.

Dave pallu utarne ke baad khud bhi dheere se khada ho gaya. Srivalli ab uske saamne, aankhen jhuki, poori tarah exposed aur vulnerable thi. Dave ne bina rukhe uski kamar pakdi, ek strong pull mein Srivalli ko apne bilkul kareeb le aaya. Srivalli ki saans tez ho gayi, body thodi stiff ho gayi, lekin Dave ka grip itna powerful tha ki woh bach nahi sakti thi.

Dave ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue, voice thodi soft aur command mein, “Don’t worry… just relax. You’re safe with me.” Srivalli ne thoda resist kiya, lips hilaye, “Mujhe yeh sab theek nahi lag raha… par mujhe Pushpa ke liye karna hi padega.”
Dave ne uski chin ko gently lift kiya, aur bina ek pal ka gap diye uske lips pe deep, intense kiss kar diya. Srivalli ki aankhen ek second ke liye shock mein khul gayi, uska sharir uski marzi ke against Dave ke touch mein surrender ho gaya. Dave ka kiss wild tha—usne uske lower lip ko apne beech mein le kar thoda suck kiya, tongue se explore kiya, ek haath uski back pe slide karta raha.
Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansu the, breath shaky ho gayi thi. Uske lips Dave ke pressure ke neeche thode parted, heartbeat racing, mind blank ho raha tha—par usne apne haath sirf apni saree ki pleats pakad ke tight bandhe hue rakhe, aankhon se guilt aur majboori clear thi.
Room mein unke moans aur saanson ki awaaz thi—Dave ka deep, hungry breathing, Srivalli ka helpless sigh, thoda roka hua moan.
Srivalli ke lips pe nervous trembling thi, aankhon mein bechaini aur andar se sirf ek thought—bas yeh raat khatam ho jaaye, Pushpa ko bachana hai.
Dave ne kiss break kiya, aur softly whisper kiya, “You’re beautiful… tonight you are mine.” Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li, tears silently gire, lekin usne sirf ek slow, broken nod diya—har touch ab sacrifice ban chuka tha.
Dave ka grip uski kamar par tight ho gaya, lips uski neck, collarbone pe chalte rahe,
room mein forbidden passion, helplessness, aur moans ki echo thi—Srivalli ab bas ek majboor armaan ban gayi thi, Pushpa ki azaadi ke liye apna sab kuch chhodne ko ready.


Dave ne Srivalli ke lips pe ek deep, hungry bite chhoda, fir uski aankhon mein intense, dominating nazar se dekha. Srivalli ki saans tez thi, aankhon mein aansu ki chamak, par poora sharir Dave ke tight grip mein trapped tha. Dave ka haath ab bhi uski bare waist pe, dusra uske baal ke andar, uska control ek dum raw lag raha tha.

Dave ne low, husky voice mein uske lips ke bohot kareeb, almost whisper kiya,
"Tonight is long, Srivalli. You’ll get what you want… but only when you fully satisfy me. My goddess—prove you deserve your husband’s freedom."
Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li, tears silently gire, lips thode se quiver kiye, lekin uski voice mein ek helpless broken strength thi,
"Main sirf Pushpa ke liye yahan hoon… bas ek raat, bas aaj…"
Dave ne uski chin lift ki, fir eyes deep mein dekhte hue powerful tone mein bola,
"One night, yes. But tonight, you belong to me—completely. You will give me everything. You will make me forget every other woman I ever touched."
Srivalli ki aankhen bhar aayi, lekin andar se usne apne aap ko samjha diya—Pushpa ke liye sab kuch bardasht karna hai. Uska sharir Dave ki proximity mein thoda tremble kar raha tha, lekin Dave ka grip aur intense ho gaya, lips se uske neck, collarbone pe slow bites, aur haath blouse ke fabric pe explore karte hue.
Srivalli ki moans ab helpless, breathless thi. Dave har touch pe uski helplessness aur beauty ko aur feel karta,
"Don’t hold back, Srivalli. Mujhe woh dekhna hai… jo shayad kabhi kisi ne nahi dekha. Tonight, your body and your surrender—both are mine."
Srivalli ki aankhen band, tears silent, heart pounding,
room mein sirf Dave ka powerful, dominating presence, Srivalli ki helpless surrender,
aur ek forbidden, intense atmosphere tha—
jahaan har second ek nayi limit tod raha tha, aur har touch uske sacrifice ko aur gehra bana raha tha.
Aaj raat Srivalli Dave ki “goddess” thi—lekin andar se sirf ek majboor, tuta hua dil tha, jo apne pati ki azaadi ke liye sab kuch dene ko tayaar tha.



Srivalli ne aankhen band kar, andar se ek gehri saans li. Us pal usne apne dil ki saari majboori, guilt, aur dard ko ek taraf rakh diya—sirf ek thought dimaag mein tha: Pushpa ke liye mujhe apna sab kuch dena hai. Usne aankhen khol kar Dave ki taraf dekha, phir apne aap ko dheere-dheere poori tarah surrender kar diya.

Srivalli ne apne lips Dave ke lips par le aayi, aur pehli baar actively, poori passion ke saath usse kiss kiya. Dave ek second ke liye truly amazed tha—usne expect nahi kiya tha ki Srivalli ab poori tarah apne aap ko uski baahon mein de degi. Lekin ab Srivalli ke lips strong, warm, aur needy the, uski tongue Dave ke mouth mein ghus kar deep, wet kiss dene lagi.
Dave ne bhi control lose kiya, usne Srivalli ke face ko dono haathon mein lekar aur passionate kiss ki—tongue lick, lips suck, deep, wild, ek dum raw. Fir Dave ne uski ear lobe ko slow lick kiya, teeth se halka bite diya. Srivalli ki saans tez ho gayi, mooh se ek helpless, lekin ab needy moan nikla.
Dave ne saree ke fabric ke upar se hi Srivalli ke boobs ko tight grip mein le liya, thumb se nipples tease kiye, aur blouse ke deep neck mein face chhupa kar uske boobs ko smooch kiya—kabhi saree ke upar se gentle kiss, kabhi halka bite, toh kabhi lips se strong suck. Srivalli ki moaning ab completely change ho gayi thi—uske lips parted, aankhon mein tears ab nahi the, sirf ek wild heat thi. Uska face ab submission nahi, ek fiery determination aur sensuality se chamak raha tha.
Dave uski neck pe gentle bites chhodta gaya, tongue se uske collarbone aur jawline ko explore karta hua—Srivalli ne apne haath Dave ke baalon mein daal diye, usko aur close kheech liya, body se poora feel karte hue.
Room mein ab Dave aur Srivalli ke moans, deep kisses, skin ki friction, aur forbidden passion ki ek dangerous energy thi.
Srivalli ne ab apni takdeer accept kar li thi, aur is raat Dave ko har wo pleasure dene ke liye tayaar thi jo usse Pushpa ki azaadi ke badle chahiye tha.

Dave ne slow smile ke saath bed ke edge par baithkar remote uthaya aur soft, sensual music chalu kar diya. Room ki lighting warm thi, hawa mein perfume aur thoda whisky ka nasha tha. Srivalli ne ek second ke liye room ko dekha—yeh wahi jagah thi jahan Jolly ne pehli baar usse blackmail karke apna banaya tha, wahi bed, wahi room, wahi low lights. Kal tak yahan sirf ek insaan ki possessiveness thi, aaj ek nayi deal, ek aur ajnabi uski izzat ki keemat laga raha tha.

Srivalli ka dil dhak-dhak kar raha tha, yaadon ka bojh uske chehre pe aaya, par is raat usne khud se vada kiya tha: ab kisi bhi pal mein sirf majboori nahi, khud ko poora de dena hai. Usne ek gehri saans li, aankhon me ek nayi shine thi.
Dave, bed par relax hokar, aankhon se uski har movement ko follow kar raha tha. Uski awaaz deep, commanding thi,
“Dance for me, Srivalli… slowly. Seduce me. Show me how badly you want your husband’s freedom.”
Srivalli ne apne saree ki pleats thoda sambhali, pallu ab bhi half shoulder pe, body ka curve thoda exposed, music ke beats par dheere-dheere hilne lagi. Uske haath apne waist pe, fingers ne saree ke fabric ko softly caress kiya, hips slow sway karte—jaise ek sharmili dulhan, lekin aankhon mein wild daring thi.
Dave ki aankhen uske curves par, uske slow seductive moves pe tiki rahi. Srivalli ne dheere se pallu shoulder se thoda aur slide kiya, blouse ka deep cut, bare collarbone, aur navel ki slight jhalak—sab Dave ko tease karte hue.
Usne slow turn li, Dave ki taraf dekhte hue aankhon me mix of shyness aur daring, lips pe halki si tease wali smile.
Music ki beat ke saath Srivalli ne apne long hair ko side kiya, ek pal ke liye aankhen band kar us room ki saari yaadein, saari dard, saari majboori ek ladoo me bandh di—aur us pal sirf Dave ke liye dance karne lagi. Uske steps soft the, lekin body language me har second Dave ko apni taraf kheench lene ki taqat thi.
Dave, ab poora mesmerised, bed pe lean hokar, uske every move ko aankhon se undress kar raha tha. Srivalli jaise-jaise close aayi, usne aankhon mein pure seduction ke saath Dave ki taraf ek teasing glance diya,
aur us pal, woh apni poori beauty aur sensuality Dave ke liye pesh kar rahi thi—sirf ek raat, sirf ek deal, lekin pure passion ke saath.



Srivalli ne music ke slow beat ke saath, whisky ka glass table se uthaya, uske andar ek nayi sensuous confidence thi. Woh dheere-dheere Dave ke kareeb gayi, uski aankhon mein aankh daal kar, glass uske haath mein diya—us pal Dave ke finger tips Srivalli ki soft fingers ko halkasa touch kar gaye. Dave ne slow sip li, par uski poori nazar Srivalli ke dance aur uske curves pe tiki hui thi.

Srivalli ek do kadam peeche gayi, light ke golden glow mein uski saree ka fabric aur uska body perfectly highlight ho raha tha. Usne apne haath apni bare waist pe rakhe, music ki rhythm pe hips ko slow sway kiya—ek pal Dave ki aankhon mein intense nazar, doosre pal aankhen band karke apni body ko feel karte hue. Uski fingers apne blouse ke straps se khelne lagi, pallu dheere se shoulder se aur phisal gaya, revealing deep cleavage and soft, flawless skin.
Dave ki aankhen ab aur hunger se chamakne lagi, usne ek haath Srivalli ke arm par softly slide kiya jab woh uske paas se slow circle karte hue guzri—her touch light, teasing, aur Dave ka desire ab poora obvious.
Music ki beat par Srivalli ne apne saree ki pleats ko dhire dhire open kiya, yellow silk ab waist se slip hota hua, thoda-thoda skin reveal karta—Dave ki aankhen uski navel, curves, aur blouse ke deep cut pe ruki rahi. Srivalli ka ek-ek move deliberate tha—kabhi Dave ki aankhon mein wild challenge, kabhi apni lips par sensuous smile.
Dave har motion pe apna haath uski body pe feel karta, fingers se uski back, waist, kabhi hips ko caress karta. Srivalli har bar uske touch se halki si arch hoti, lekin apne dance ko aur bold banaati gayi. Saree ab poori tarah loose ho gayi thi—Dave ne help karte hue pallu ko gently pull kiya, Srivalli ab blouse aur petticoat mein Dave ke saamne, slow seductive dance karti, apne aap ko Dave ki desire ke liye poori tarah ready kar rahi thi.
Room mein ab music, whisky ki khushboo, skin ki heat, aur forbidden attraction ka gahana nasha tha.
Dave ne softly whisper kiya, "That's it, goddess… show me everything. Tonight, you’re mine."
Srivalli ab har touch, har movement mein Dave ke liye apni sensuality pesh kar rahi thi—her sacrifice, her strength, and her passion, sab kuch us pal mein aag ban chuka tha.

Dave ki aankhen Srivalli ki body pe fix ho gayi—uske deep cleavage, tight natural boobs, lush lips, slim waist aur curvy hips pe. Srivalli ka seductive dance, uske trembling but daring expressions, har cheez Dave ko aur wild bana rahi thi.

Dave dheere-dheere apne glass ke saath Srivalli ke paas aaya, uski aankhon me pure lust tha. Ek pal ke liye usne Srivalli ki bare waist pe haath rakha, uske lips ke kareeb aakar, whisky ka glass Srivalli ke lips pe lagaya. Srivalli thodi dar gayi, lekin aankhen band karke Dave ke lips par apne lips rakh diye.
Dave ne uske lips pe deep, wild kiss ki, aur whisky ka sips apne mouth se uske mouth me dheere-dheere pour kar diya. Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li, thoda pain, thoda helplessness, lekin usne saara whisky gulp kar liya—uska gala burn kar raha tha, aankhon se halka paani aa gaya, lekin Dave ke pressure ke saamne usne resist nahi kiya.
Dave ne fir uske lips ko softly lick kiya, uske lower lip ko apni tongue se wet kiya, aur neck pe deep kiss karte hue apne haath uske petticoat ki knot tak le gaya. Srivalli ke saans tez ho gaye, body stiff thi, lekin usne koi protest nahi ki.
Dave ne uska petticoat dheere se khol kar niche slip kar diya, fir blouse ke hooks open karke woh bhi nikaal diya. Ab Srivalli sirf ek sexy blue bra aur matching panty me Dave ke saamne thi—her skin thodi goosebumps se bhari, hair open, cleavage pe mangalsutra rest kar raha tha, aur lips par whisky ki mild taste aur Dave ke touch ka asar tha.
Dave ab uske perfectly shaped boobs, curves, aur toned thighs ko admire karte hue, poori tarah horny aur dominant ho gaya—Srivalli ab uski possession me, sirf ek blue lingerie me, apne pati ki azaadi ke liye sab kuch sacrifice karne ko ready thi. Room ka mahal ab poora raw desire, power aur surrender se bhara tha.

Dave ne Srivalli ko blue bra aur panty mein dekha, toh ek pal ke liye poori aankhen uski body par freeze ho gayi—uske smooth curves, toned legs, tight hips, bare back aur mangalsutra ke saath deep cleavage. Uski aankhon mein raw lust tha, lips par almost worshipping si smile.

Dave ne slightly breathless hote hue bola,
“Srivalli, just turn around… let me see you.”
Srivalli ne thoda deep breath li, phir dheere-dheere rotate kiya—uska poora figure, slim waist se leke round hips, long thighs, back ki natural curve, sab kuch Dave ke saamne aaya. Dave us pal uski beauty ko fully absorb kar raha tha, aankhon mein almost madness si chamak thi.
Dave ne aage badh kar, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola,
“You’re truly a goddess. Tum jaanti ho na, tumhe paane ke liye koi bhi kuch bhi de sakta hai? Srivalli… chaho toh yahin raho, mujhe chhod do Pushpa ko. Main tumhe duniya ki har khushi, har comfort dunga. You’ll never have to struggle. I’ll worship you—just be mine.”
Srivalli ne ek second ke liye Dave ki aankhon mein dekha—wahan sach mein obsession, crazy attraction tha, par uske liye us pal sab kuch clear tha.
Usne steady voice mein, aankhon mein pain aur proud loyalty ke saath jawab diya,
“Dave… tum jitna bhi chaaho, main khud ko kisi ke liye bech nahi sakti. Main kisi bhi price par apna dil, apni loyalty, apni izzat nahi de sakti. Main sirf aaj yahan hoon—apne pati ke liye, apne farz ke liye. Bas aaj ki raat… iske baad humara koi rishta nahi. Do whatever you want, Dave. Tonight, I’m yours. But sirf is ek raat ke liye.”
Dave ne uski aankhon mein dekha, us stubborn fire ko samjha, par uska desire aur strong ho gaya—woh Srivalli ki body ke saath, uski loyalty aur self-respect ki bhi pooja kar raha tha.
Usne deep, husky voice mein whisper kiya,
“You’re something else, Srivalli. I’ve never wanted anyone this much. Tonight, I’ll show you how a goddess is worshipped… and possessed.”
Srivalli ne aankhen jhuka li, lekin apni spine straight rakh kar, bold determination ke saath Dave ko face kiya—ab uske liye yeh sacrifice sirf ek price thi, aur us raat ki har limit sirf Pushpa ke liye todne ko ready thi.



Dave ne Srivalli ko apni taraf khinch liya aur khud chair par spread ho kar baith gaya. Srivalli, ab bhi sirf blue bra aur panty mein, Dave ki goad mein aayi toh Dave ne uski bare thighs pe strong grip li aur uski legs gently par apni thighs pe alag-alag kar di.

Uski aankhen ab Srivalli ke face se le kar navel, phir uski thighs aur inner curves pe ruk gayi. Dave ne deep, teasing voice mein kaha,
"You think you’ll get this over quickly? Not tonight. I’m going to play with you, tease you, taste you… jab tak tum khud mujhse maang nahi leti, tab tak main tumhe fuck nahi karunga. Tumhe apne liye beg karte dekhna chahta hoon, my goddess."
Srivalli ki saans tez ho gayi, aankhon mein mixed nervousness aur helpless fire tha, lekin usne apne aap ko Dave ke saath surrender kar diya. Dave ne uski waist pe fingers se soft circles banane shuru kiye, dusre haath se uske bare thighs ko up and down stroke kiya, har touch pe Srivalli ka sharir thoda aur sensitive ho gaya.
Dave ne uske neck pe slow kiss kiya, tongue se collarbone trace ki, fir uski bra ke upar se nipples ke around soft bite li. Srivalli ka mooh se halki si moan nikal gayi, lekin ab har touch mein ek chhupa hua tension bhi tha. Dave uski inner thigh pe slow, teasing kisses chhodta raha,
har baar uski panties ke edge ke paas aakar ruk jata.
Srivalli ab Dave ki lap par, uski thighs parted, Dave ke complete control mein thi. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha, mind blank ho raha tha—aur Dave ke every whisper, every touch ke saath uski helplessness aur wild ho gayi.
Dave ne softly, deep voice mein phir se kaha,
"Bas shant raho, Srivalli… aaj ki raat sirf tumhaari surrender, tumhaara pleasure, aur tumhaari beg—yeh sab mera reward hai. Jab tak tum khud mujhse nahi kehti, main tumhe bas enjoy karta rahunga."
Srivalli ab Dave ke lap par, apni sacrifice aur desperation ke edge par thi—room mein sirf unki saansen, skin ki heat, aur Dave ki teasing dominance ki hawa thi.




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