Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

[Joker44]

Subah ki halki roshni hotel room ke sheer curtains se andar aa rahi thi. Bedsheet ab bhi puri messy thi, floor pe saree, blouse, aur whisky ki khali bottle padhi thi. Pranali nangi, Munna ke saath bed par, uske bare chest par apna haath rakh kar so rahi thi.
Aankh khulte hi Pranali ne Munna ko dekha—woh ab bhi gehri neend mein tha, ekdum peaceful lag raha tha. Pranali ki aankhon mein pehle ek halki si muskurahat aayi, uske lips par ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha. Lekin usi pal, aankhon mein chhupi hui chubhan bhi ubhar aayi—last night ka har scene yaad aa gaya, woh junoon, woh surrender, aur sabse zyada yeh realization ke is baar usne yeh sab apni marzi se kiya.
Uske andar ek kasak thi. Usne Munna ko choose kiya, resistance nahi ki, balki poore hosh mein apne aap ko uske hawale kar diya. Dil mein thoda guilt, thoda dard—kuch toot gaya tha, kuch ban bhi gaya tha.
Pranali ne Munna ke baal mein fingers ghumaayi, uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, par smile bhi chhup nahi paayi. Yeh pain alag tha—nafrat ka nahi, regret ka bhi nahi… bas ek sachai thi, ki ab woh pehle wali Pranali nahi rahi.
Woh dheere se uth gayi, Munna abhi bhi so raha tha. Pranali ne bedsheet lapet kar washroom ki taraf chali gayi, aankhon mein aansu, lips pe ek soft, sad smile. She whispered to herself,
"Yeh maine khud chuna tha… ab mujhe hi jeena hai is sach ke saath."
Paani ki boondein shower se girne lagi, aur Pranali ne apni aankhon ko dhone diya—taaki nayi subah, nayi Pranali, apne aap ko phir se pehchaan sake.

Subah ki roshni ab aur tez ho gayi thi, lekin Pranali ki aankhon mein neend bilkul nahi thi. Munna ab bhi beside so raha tha, par Pranali ki raat to jaise soyi hi nahi—uske dil aur dimag mein ek hi sawal ghoom raha tha:

“Yeh sab maine kyu kiya? Kaise kar payi?”
Shubha ki baatein baar-baar yaad aa rahi thi—“Kabhi kabhi zindagi ke liye compromise karna padta hai, Pranali. Agar Munna se bach nahi sakti, toh shayad usko thakne de. Ho sakta hai ek din vo khud hi move on kar jaye…”
Pranali ne pillow pe apna face dabaya, aankhon se aansu chhupane ki koshish ki, par tears silently slip ho gaye. She wasn’t just mourning her lost innocence—she was mourning the life she had before all this.
“Main apne pati ko cheat kar rahi hoon, apne parivaar ko dhoka de rahi hoon, lekin… kya choice hai mere paas? Munna bas physical nahi hai, uski power, uska obsession… agar maine mana kiya, toh vo meri family ko kuch bhi kar sakta hai. Shayad, yahi sahi hai—apne aap ko de do, shayad ek din vo thak jaaye… aur mujhe aazad kar de. Yehi meri aakhri ummeed hai.”
She quietly sobbed, body curled up, mind empty and soul heavy. Guilt, helplessness, and sacrifice—sab ek hi pal mein mehsoos ho raha tha.
“Soham… tum nahi samjhoge… par jo main kar rahi hoon, vo tum sab ki suraksha ke liye hai. Ek din, jab yeh sab khatam ho jayega, shayad main apne aap ko maaf kar paungi.”
Pranali wiped her eyes, slow deep breath li, and sat up, knowing she had no easy escape.
She looked at Munna, still sleeping, powerful and at peace—woh hi insaan jo uski zindagi ka sabse bada saaya ban chuka tha.
With a soft, broken whisper, she said,
“Maine apne aap ko de diya, Munna… ab jo bhi hoga, main seh lungi. Bas mera parivaar bacha rehna chahiye…”
Aur iss compromise, iss dard, aur iss chhup ke sacrifice ke saath, Pranali ne apne aap ko ready kiya—ek aur din, ek aur nayi wajah, jhoothi muskuraahat ke saath jeene ke liye.


Pranali bathroom se nikal kar bed ke edge par jaa baithi, abhi bhi aankhon mein aansu, lekin face pe thoda sa control wapas aa gaya tha. Room ki silence ko phone ki notification ne toda—screen pe Sharad Shukla ka naam flash hua.

Uski aankhon mein halki si chamak aayi—Shayad Sharad sach mein madad kar sake, shayad yeh ek naya raasta ho... Par is baar, Pranali apne dil ko sambhalna chahti thi.
Sharad ka message aaya:
"Good morning, Mirzapur ki queen. Aaj tum kaafi silent ho... sab theek hai na? Kuch chahiye toh bas ek message kar dena, aaj sirf tumhari service mein hoon."
Saath mein ek wink emoji.
Pranali ki lips pe ek soft, almost involuntary smile aa gayi. Sharad ka andaaz hamesha light aur comforting hota tha—usmein Munna wali intensity nahi thi, par ek mature, teasing warmth thi.
Usne reply kiya:
"Sab theek hai, bas thoda tired hoon. Kaafi stressful days chal rahe hain. Tumhara message mila toh laga ki Mirzapur mein ab bhi kuch positive hai."
Sharad:
"Tension mat lo, Pranali. Tum jitna strong main kisi ko nahi jaanta. Waise, agar chaho toh coffee treat pending hai—ek smile bhi mil jaaye toh din ban jaaye."
Pranali ne thoda blush kiya, fir bhi apne aap ko remind kiya—Yeh rasta bhi risky hai. Sharad pe bharosa toh hai, par apni galti dobara nahi dohra sakti. Ab koi bhi kadam soch samajh ke hi lena hai.
Usne thoda flirt karte hue reply kiya, lekin boundary clear rakhte hue:
"Smile ka promise abhi ke liye, baaki coffee treat dekh lenge. Aur haan, aaj sirf dosti, no drama."
Sharad instantly:
"Deal! Aur drama sirf tab, jab tum bologi. Bas khush raho, baaki sab main sambhal lunga."
Pranali ne phone side pe rakha, mood thoda halka ho gaya tha. Andar se socha,
“Shayad Sharad sach mein kuch help kar sake, par ab main kisi pe apni zindagi nahi chhod sakti. Sab kuch dosti tak hi rakhungi, aur aage ka soch samajh kar hi kadam uthana hai.”
Aaj pehli baar, Pranali ne thoda relief feel kiya—zindagi abhi bhi mushkil hai, par ab vo thoda sambhal ke, thoda seekh ke aage badhna chahti thi.

Munna ki neend khuli toh sabse pehle uski nazar Pranali par padi, jo bed ke edge par baithi thi, ab bhi thodi lost, lekin aankhon mein ek nayi sharm thi. Munna ne halki smile ke saath uske peechhe se haath badhakar uski kamar pakad li, aur uske shoulder par soft kiss kar diya.

Pranali ne thoda resist kiya, lekin phir apne aap ko Munna ki baahon mein dheere se de diya—yeh pal ab naya lag raha tha, jaise raat ki kasak ke baad subah ka sukoon.
Munna ne uske lips pe slow kiss diya, aur whisper kiya,
“Good morning, beautiful…”
Pranali thoda blush hui, aankhon mein sharm ke saath bole,
“Mere paas kapde nahi hain… kya karun?”
Munna ek dum hans pada, uska trademark confident laugh,
“Kya baat hai, Pranali… ab kapde bhi main dilaunga! Ruko, abhi manage karte hain.”
Usne turant apne staff ko phone lagaya, kuch instructions diye, aur sirf 15 minute baad room ki door bell baji. Ek staff ne ek beautiful, nayi saree ka box laakar diya—white, silky, ekdam soft texture, aur uske saath sleeveless blouse bhi tha.
Pranali ne box open kiya, saree ki softness feel ki, aankhon mein khushi aur thoda surprise tha. Munna ne tease karte hue bola,
“Bas, Mirzapur ki rani ko uski shaan ke hisaab se hi kapde milne chahiye. Aaj tumhare liye yeh white saree, full nayi beginning…”
Pranali ne aankhon mein sharm ke saath, ek genuine smile diya. Usne saree aur blouse le kar washroom ki taraf gayi, aur thodi der baad jab nikli toh… white silk mein, open hair, bare shoulders, aur nayi energy ke saath ek dum queen jaisi lag rahi thi.
Munna ne usse admire karte hue bola,
“Aaj toh sach mein poori ki poori meri lag rahi ho, Pranali…”
Pranali thoda sharmayi, lekin andar se pehli baar, ek soft sa confidence mehsoos hua. Shayad aaj se zindagi ek nayi kahani shuru karne jaa rahi thi—aur Munna ke saath, chahe majboori ho ya apni marzi, ab Pranali bhi khud ko nayi aankhon se dekh rahi thi.


White silky saree mein Pranali poori fresh, poised, aur graceful lag rahi thi, Munna ke saath breakfast table par aayi. Dono ke beech ab ek ajeeb sa understanding tha—pichli raat ka junoon, subah ki nayi shuruaat, aur ab ek team jaisa vibe. Staff ne dono ka khaas dhyaan rakha; Munna ka presence ab sabko feel ho raha tha.

Breakfast ke baad Munna aur Pranali office ka kaam niptaane gaye—accounts check, signatures, kuch official meetings. Pranali har jagah Munna ke saath confident, calm, aur thodi si silent thi, par uski aankhon mein ab guilt ki jagah acceptance aur ek alag sa glow tha.
Kaam khatam hote hi Munna ne SUV bulwayi,
“Chalo, Mirzapur waapas chalte hain, Pranali. Ghar ki yaad aa gayi hogi…”
Pranali ne ek choti si smile di,
“Haan, ab toh sab kuch naya lag raha hai.”
SUV mein dono side by side baithe, road Mirzapur ki taraf badh rahi thi. White saree ka pallu Pranali ki lap par, Munna ki aankhen kabhi uspar, kabhi road par. Dono ne zyada baat nahi ki, lekin silence mein bhi comfort tha.
Mirzapur ke borders dikhte hi, Pranali ke dil mein thoda sukoon bhi tha, aur ek nayi uljhan bhi—kaise face karegi ghar ko, Soham ko, ya Sharad ko… par ab woh kamzor nahi mehsoos kar rahi thi. Ab uski zindagi ki kahani uske haath mein lag rahi thi—chahe rasta chaata ho ya thoda dard bhara.
SUV Mirzapur ki galiyon mein ghus gayi—ek nayi subah, ek nayi Pranali, aur ek anjaani kahani ki shuruaat.

Mirzapur ki chhappar waali galiyon mein, SUV dheere dheere roll kar rahi thi. Aas-paas koi nahi tha—sirf shaam ki thandi hawa aur kuch kachra udta hua, poora mahal khamosh tha. Munna ne car ek sunssaan kona mein roki, ekdum sudden brake ke saath.

Pranali ne curious glance diya, par Munna ka mood instantly badal gaya. Woh seedha uski taraf mud gaya, uska haath pakad kar khud ki taraf khinch liya.
Munna ki aankhon mein ek wild possessiveness thi—bin kuch bole, usne Pranali ko zor se kiss kiya, lips pe ek long, hungry smooch. Pranali ek second ke liye resist karne lagi, phir Munna ki urgency mein kho gayi.
Kiss ke beech mein, Munna ne uske saree ka pallu side kiya, uski blouse ki neckline thodi aur slide ki, aur bina kisi hesitation ke uske ek boob ko mouth mein le liya—soft sucking, fir ek sudden wild bite. Pranali ki heartbeat tez ho gayi, lips se ek halki si gasp nikli, eyes closed ho gayi.
Munna thoda door hote hue, aankhon mein intense smile ke saath bola,
“Samjhi, Pranali? You’re mine now—poori tarah.”
Pranali ne aankhen neeche karte hue nervous nod diya, andar se thrill aur dar dono mehsoos hua. Munna ek dum se hans pada—woh hi badmaash Mirzapur king wali hansi,
“Good. Aur ab ghar ja, fresh ho ja—agli baar aur bhi maza aayega.”
Car ko ghar ke gate ke samne roka, Pranali ko quietly drop kiya. Woh ab bhi thodi breathless thi, lips swollen, aankhon mein mix of excitement and anxiety.
Munna ne ek sharp look diya,
“Bye, rani. Jaldi milenge.”
Phir SUV tez speed se gali ke mode par disappear ho gayi, aur Pranali ek pal ke liye wahi khadi, poore scene ko feel karti rahi—yeh naya rishta, yeh nayi Mirzapur.
She gathered her saree, composed herself, and quietly stepped inside her home—andar ek nayi kahani ke liye ready, chahe jo bhi ho.


Pranali ne ghar ka darwaza dhyan se khola, saree theek ki, aur face par ek calm, professional smile laayi. Andar jaise hi gayi, Soham, saas-sasur, aur beta living room mein hi mil gaye.

Soham ne pucha,
“Toh, kaam kaisa raha? Sab thik tha?”
Pranali ne aankhon mein thoda nervousness chhupate hue bola,
“Sab theek raha. Office ka kaam smoothly ho gaya. Munna ne bahut support kiya… aur kaam ke liye thank you ke taur pe yeh gifts bheje hain.”
Usne ek bag table par rakh diya—andar imported sweets, dry fruits, aur ek silk dupatta tha. Sab ghar wale khush ho gaye, gift dekh ke unke chehre par ek alag si respect aa gayi.
Saas ne bola,
“Beta, Munna ji ka shukriya bolna. Bahut samajhdaar ladki hai tu!”
Pranali ne halki si muskurahat di, par andar se heart racing tha. Usne jaldi se ek excuse banaya,
“Thoda fresh ho kar aati hoon…”
She quickly made her way out and reached Shubha’s house. Shubha ne door khola, Pranali ki aankhon mein sab kuch samajh gayi—she just hugged her friend tight.
Bedroom mein baithe, Pranali finally sab kuch bol gayi—raat ka passion, Munna ka possessiveness, hotel ka scene, woh white saree, return in the gali, everything. Tears nikal aaye, voice shake ho gayi.
Shubha ne halka sa sigh kiya,
“Toh, finally… tu is rishte ko accept kar hi liya, Pranali?”
Pranali ne aankhen pochhte hue, thoda broken smile ke saath kaha,
“Acceptance keh lo ya majboori… ab lagta hai sirf yeh hi option hai. Jab tak mere ghar wale safe hain, main sab kuch seh lungi. Shayad ek din Munna thak bhi jaaye mujhse. Jo ho raha hai, vo meri family ke liye hai, mere liye nahi.”
Shubha ne Pranali ka haath pakda, eyes full of support,
“Tu bahut strong hai, Pranali. Main yahi hoon, jitna ho sakega main help karungi. Par apne dil ko bhi kabhi mat bhool, warna iss Mirzapur mein tu khud ko kho degi.”
Pranali ne bas halki si smile di,
“Ab toh sirf yahi reality hai, Shubha. Main khud ko nahi bacha paayi, par unko toh bacha sakti hoon.”
Dono kuch der chup rahi, ek dusre ka saath mehsoos karte hue. Pranali ke liye ab sab kuch badal gaya tha—lekin ek loyal dost jaise Shubha ke saath, vo apne dard ko thoda halka mehsoos kar paayi.

Shubha ne Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha, kuch seconds socha, fir softly bola,

“Pranali, tu Sharad se baat kar… sach mein, shayad vo hi tujhe Munna se nikaal sake. Uski power bhi kam nahi hai. Aur… vo tujhse sach mein care karta hai.”
Pranali ne turant sir hila diya, aankhon mein chinta aa gayi,
“Nahi Shubha, abhi nahi. Sharad already sab samajh chuka hai—main aur kuch nahi chahti ki vo bhi is game mein atak jaye. Agar vo Munna se takra gaya toh meri life aur bhi mushkil ho jayegi. Sharad ka apna swag hai, apna politics hai… mujhe usme nahi padna.”
Shubha ne slow sigh kiya,
“Toh ab? Tu aise hi sab kuch sehne wali hai? Sirf Munna ko satisfy karke khudko khatam kar degi?”
Pranali ki aankhon mein guilt ubhar aayi, usne cheek pe aansu ponch liya,
“Kya option hai mere paas, Shubha? Jab tak Munna mujh mein interested hai, main usko rokh nahi sakti. At least mere gharwale safe hain. Har raat guilt mein soti hoon… Soham ka chehra yaad aata hai, par… apni majboori samajh ke hi sab seh rahi hoon. Munna ko jo chahiye, main de dungi—usko satisfy karungi, apni family ki khatir.”
Shubha ne samajhdari se poocha,
“Aur Sharad? Uske liye jo feel kar rahi hai tu, uska kya?”
Pranali ne pehli baar, thoda sharmate, thoda dare hue tone mein kaha,
“Sharad ke saath ek ajeeb sa connection hai, Shubha. Vo baatein karta hai toh lagta hai main abhi bhi zinda hoon, sirf kisi ki body nahi hoon. Lekin uske saath kuch galat ho gaya toh main sab kuch kho dungi. Sharad samajh sakta hai mujhe… aur pata nahi kyu, uski dosti… uski teasing mujhe jeene ka reason de rahi hai.”
Shubha ne gently Pranali ka haath pakda,
“Par kab tak, Pranali? Kab tak guilt aur compromise mein jiye gi? Kisi din toh tujhe apni khushi, apni zindagi ke liye bhi sochna hi padega.”
Pranali ne aankhon mein aansu lekar, heavy voice mein kaha,
“Abhi toh sirf survive kar rahi hoon, Shubha. Sharad ka khayal dosti tak hi rakhoongi, warna sab kuch aur toot jayega. Par sach bataun, uske messages aate hai toh lagta hai andhera thoda kam ho jata hai.”
Shubha ne emotional hoke bas Pranali ko hug kiya,
“Main yahi hoon, jab tak tu chahe. Sharad ho ya Munna—decision tera hi hoga, Pranali. Par apne dil ko mar mat dena.”
Dono thodi der tak chup rahi, Mirzapur ki andheri raat mein, dosti ke ek pal ke liye guilt, pain, aur saari politics se dur.



Sunday ki subah Mirzapur mein unusually shaant thi. Ghar mein sab apne mood mein the—Soham newspaper padh raha tha, saas chai bana rahi thi, beta TV dekh raha tha. Pranali breakfast table par casually baithi thi, par dil mein ab bhi raat ki baatein chal rahi thi.

Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua—Sharad Shukla ka message.
"Pranali, Mirzapur aa gaya hoon. Tumse milna tha. Bohot urgent hai."
Pranali ne thoda sa surprise feel kiya, fingers kuch seconds tak screen pe hi ruki rahi. Thoda hesitation tha, par ek alag si excitement bhi—Sharad kabhi direct nahi milta, toh aaj kya hua hai?
Usne reply kiya,
"Aisa hai toh ghar aa jao, family bhi hai yahan."
Sharad ne turant answer kiya,
"Nahin, main sirf tumse milna chahta hoon. Zaruri hai. Baaki sab baad mein."
Pranali ne ek pal ke liye socha—Kya yeh sahi hai? Kya sochenge gharwale? Par Sharad ke urgent tone ne curiosity aur thoda tension dono badha diya.
Usne quickly respond kiya,
"Theek hai, batao kahan milna hai?"
Sharad:
"Purani kothi ke bagal wale garden mein. Wahan koi nahi hoga. 15 min mein milo."
Pranali ne apna phone side mein rakha, heartbeat thodi tez ho gayi. She made an excuse—*“Thoda fresh air lene jaa rahi hoon”—*and changed into a simple salwar-suit. Lips pe light gloss, face pe nervousness, aankhon mein anjaana sa excitement.
She quietly slipped out, family ko bye bolkar, aur garden ki taraf chali gayi, head full of questions—Sharad ko itna urgent kya ho gaya? Aur main kyu ja rahi hoon, jab socha tha dosti tak hi rakhungi?
Par dil ki awaz seedha Sharad ki taraf khinch rahi thi—shayad aaj kuch alag hone wala hai, kuch naya twist Mirzapur ki raaton jaisa.


Pranali ne ghar se nikalne se pehle thodi der tak wardrobe ke saamne socha—casual, simple, par safe bhi lage. Usne ek soft green cotton salwar-suit pehna, sleeves thodi short thi, neckline decent but thoda deep, and dupatta carefully set across her chest. Baal khule, halki kajal, lips pe ek natural gloss. Vo simplicity mein bhi ek ajeeb si khoobsurti lag rahi thi—maybe a little nervous, but unmissable.

Garden ke corner mein Sharad pehle se khada tha—jeans, white kurta, sleeves rolled, baalon mein thodi halki breeze. Usne Pranali ko aate dekha toh aankhon mein woh signature Sharad calmness thi, but uska gaze thoda intense tha. Garden ka wo hissa purana tha, chaaron taraf lambe paudhe, ek chota sa stone bench, jahan koi aata nahi.
Pranali thoda cautious thi, Sharad ke paas jaakar ruk gayi.
“Sharad, itni urgency kya hai? Sab theek toh hai?”
Sharad ne ek deep breath li, serious tone mein bola,
“Main jaanta hoon tum Munna ke saath phas gayi ho. Maine sab dekh liya hai, Pranali. Tum theek nahi ho, chahe jitna act karo. Main yahan hoon tumhari help ke liye.”
Pranali ne turant defensive ho kar, thoda tezz tone mein kaha,
“Mujhe kisi ki madad nahi chahiye, Sharad. Please—yeh meri zindagi hai, main sambhal lungi. Tum kyun help karna chahte ho?”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein direct dekha,
“Kyunki… I like you, Pranali. Bohot. Aur main tumhe takleef mein nahi dekh sakta. Tum deserve karti ho better, aur main…”
Us pal mein, Pranali ka heart flutter hua—Sharad ki honesty mein ek ajeeb si gravity thi. Par usne apne aap ko sambhala, face thoda strong banaya,
“Sharad, main tumhare dost ki wife hoon. Tumhara yeh hona… it’s not right. Please, don’t make this complicated.”
Vo turn karne lagi jaane ke liye, par Sharad ne gently uska haath pakad liya.
Pranali ka voice shaky ho gaya,
“Leave me, Sharad. Yeh sahi nahi hai.”
Sharad ne usse chodne ki jagah uski aankhon mein intense nazar se dekha, aur phir ek sudden motion mein usse apni taraf kheench liya—poori tarah baahon mein bandh liya. Pranali ki heartbeat aur tez ho gayi, body freeze ho gayi, par andar kuch melt bhi ho gaya.
Sharad ki voice ab low thi, full of longing,
“Galat ya sahi, main yahi feel karta hoon. Tum chaho toh abhi chali jao, par sach yahi hai—main tumhe chhod nahi sakta. Tum sirf mere dosti ka part nahi ho, Pranali… tum usse zyada ho.”
Pranali ne aankhon mein aansu aur confusion, guilt aur attraction dono mehsoos kiya.
Usne fir bhi, thoda break karte hue, whisper kiya,
“Please, Sharad… mujhe jaane do…”
Sharad ne thoda aur close khinch liya, cheek ke paas lips le jaakar almost whisper kiya,
“Kya sach mein chahti ho main chhod du? Ya bas apne dil se bhaag rahi ho?”
Ek pal ke liye garden ka wo corner sirf un dono ki saansen, silent tears, aur dhadkano ki aawaz se bhar gaya. Pranali ne aankhen band karli—ek ajeeb si ladai chal rahi thi uske andar, guilt aur chahat ke beech.
Woh dono ab nature ke witness ke saath, Mirzapur ki sabse dangerous line par khade the—dosti, loyalty, aur forbidden attraction ke beech.


Garden ke sunssaan kone mein, peepal ke bade ped ke neeche, tension electricity ki tarah hawa mein thi. Sharad ne Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha—us intense, honest longing ke saath. Phir, bina ek shabd bole, usne uske lips par ek deep, passionate kiss kar diya.

Pranali ne pehle resist kiya, haath se uska chest push kiya, lips tight kiye rakhe,
“Sharad, please—yeh galat hai…”
Par Sharad ke lips ka pressure, uski breath, uski arms ki warmth… dheere dheere Pranali ka resistance pighalne laga. Uske haath Sharad ke shoulders pe slide ho gaye, body uske against melt hone lagi. Kiss ab slow se wild ho gayi—lips lock, tongue dance, french kiss ka intensity—shabdon ki koi zarurat nahi thi. Pranali ki saans tez, lips par lipstick smudge ho gayi, moans uske throat se slip ho gaye.
Duppatta kab ka zameen pe gir gaya tha. Sharad ne Pranali ko gently tree ke against press kar diya, apne lips uske neck pe le gaya—soft kisses, fir slow, teasing bites. Pranali ki body me goosebumps, she tilted her head back, Sharad ke hair me fingers ghusa di, usko tightly hug kar liya.
Sharad ka ek haath dheere se uski kurti ke andar gaya—directly uske soft boobs ko paaya, thumb se nipple ko slow press kiya. Pranali ke muh se ek raw moan nikal gaya,
“Mmm… Sharad…”
Tree ke niche ab sirf unki wild, hungry smooching ki awaaz thi—kissing, lips licking, breathless moans. Pranali ab uss forbidden touch ko openly enjoy kar rahi thi, apne guilt, dar sab bhool kar. She hugged Sharad tighter, legs thodi tremble karne lagi.
Sharad ne apni palm se aur firm press diya, fir lips Pranali ke ear tak le gaya, hot breath mein whisper kiya,
“Pranali… you feel so perfect… main pagal ho jaunga…”
Achanak, ek pal ke liye, Pranali ki aankhein khul gayi—reality ka jhatka laga. Usne Sharad ke chest pe strong push diya, saans tez thi, aankhon mein shock, guilt, aur regret ka tsunami.
“Yeh nahi ho sakta, Sharad! Please—just stop!”
She picked up her dupatta, hair messy, lipstick ruined, breath out of control. Tears ready in her eyes, she quickly turned away—shaken, trembling, apne guilt aur darr ke saath.
Sharad bhi, us moment ka heat abhi bhi feel kar raha tha—lekin Pranali ke aasu dekhte hi, uska chehra serious ho gaya.
Pranali, apni heartbeat aur heavy breath sambhalte hue, garden se nikal gayi—leaving Sharad standing there, longing, guilty, and more obsessed than ever.




Garden se tezi se nikalte hue, Pranali ki saans phooli hui thi. Uska dupatta haath mein, lipstick smudge, aankhon mein aansu. Ghar tak aate aate vo pura shake ho gayi thi. Kisi tarah apne kamre tak gayi, door band kiya, aur apne aap se ladte ladte bed par gir gayi.

Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha—ab sirf guilt nahi, kuch aur bhi.
“Main yeh kya kar rahi hoon? Soham mera pati hai, mera ghar hai, mere bachche ka baap hai… main use dhoka de rahi hoon, sirf body se nahi, ab toh apne dil se bhi…”
Pranali ne pillow mein muh chhupa liya, aansu chhoot gaye.
“Munna ke saath jo ho raha hai, vo ek majboori thi, ek compromise tha… main apne ghar ke liye sab kuch seh rahi thi. Lekin aaj… aaj Sharad ke saath jo hua… vo kuch aur tha. Vo sirf junoon nahi tha, vo kuch real lag raha tha. Main khud se hi darti hoon—Sharad ki baaton mein, uski care mein, apna aap kho baithi hoon.”
Uski guilt ab double ho gayi thi—ek taraf Munna, doosri taraf Sharad. Ab main sirf Soham ke sharirik roop se nahi, apne dil se bhi cheat kar rahi hoon. Usne mujh par poora bharosa kiya, aur main… main khudko hi nahi samajh pa rahi hoon…
Pranali ne apne aansu pochte hue, apne reflection ko dekha—bikhre baal, messi lipstick, aankhon mein laal rang, aur dil mein guilt ka toofan.
“Kya main itni kamzor ho gayi hoon? Kya sach mein Sharad ko chahne lagi hoon? Aur agar ho bhi gayi, toh iska kya hoga? Soham ne kya galat kiya hai mere saath? Uska kya kasoor hai?”
She curled up, knees to chest, aur bas rote hue sochti rahi—kaise Mirzapur ki politics ne use ek pal mein majboor biwi se ek cheat wife, aur ek nayi mohabbat me phasi hui aurat bana diya.
“Ab toh apne aap ko bhi samjhaana mushkil hai… na main Munna se nikal sakti hoon, na Sharad ke dil se… aur na hi Soham ko sach bol sakti hoon…”
Us raat, Pranali ne bahut ro liya—khud par, apne choices par, aur un sab rishton par jo use sab kuch de kar bhi usse khud se door karte ja rahe the.

Pranali bedroom ke mirror ke saamne khadi thi, aankhon mein neend aur aansu dono ki thakaan thi. Usne aaj ke din ke liye ek halka, soft green cotton salwar-suit pehna tha—kurti short thi, sleeves elbows tak, neckline modest par thoda deep. Dupatta loosely shoulders pe dala hua, salwar perfectly fit, aur kapde ki softness uski skin pe ek alag hi comfort de rahi thi.

Baal khule the, thode messy from her emotional breakdown, aankhon ke neeche thodi laali—raat bhar ke aansuon ki nishani. Pranali ki simplicity mein bhi ek ajeeb si grace thi, uski natural beauty abhi bhi chamak rahi thi, chahe andar se vo kitni bhi tooti ho.
Mirror mein apne aap ko dekhte hue, Pranali ne ek deep sigh li. Usne socha, “Kya main ab bhi wahi Pranali hoon jo Mirzapur aayi thi? Ya ab sab kuch badal gaya hai?”
Salwar-suit ki simplicity uske guilt ko aur highlight karti thi—vo ek normal biwi dikhna chahti thi, par uske dil ka storm uski aankhon mein dikh hi jaata tha.
Ab vo ready thi, duniya ke samne phir se ek mask pehnne ke liye—chahe andar se kuch bhi ho raha ho, bahar se vo ab bhi Soham ki sanskari, strong wife thi… lekin sirf vo hi jaanti thi ki uske dil ke kone mein ek naya aashiq—Sharad—ab jagah bana chuka hai.