Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

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Table par ab air thick ho gayi thi—sab gamblers ke chehre pe excitement aur tension, aur Dave ki aankhon mein dangerous confidence tha. High-stakes poker shuru ho gaya, chips ka pile table par banta ja raha tha—notes, diamonds, gold watches, aur wild bets ek ke baad ek add hote ja rahe the. Sab log, including Srivalli, ab completely attention me the.

Cocky guy—his name was Mark—poora arrogant swagger ke saath bet par bet laga raha tha. Kabhi Dave ki taraf taunt karta,
“I hope your luck is as good as your taste in women, Dave!”
baaki table hans padti, drinks ke sips lete, sab thrill me.
Srivalli Dave ke bagal mein baithi thi, thoda cramped, ek aur bold businessman ka haath ab bhi uske lap par tha, aur Dave ka arm possessively uski waist ke around. Srivalli forced smile kar rahi thi, lekin uske andar anxiety barhti ja rahi thi—ab yahan main bhi ek bet ka part hoon.
Cards slow motion me distribute hue, sabki eyes on the table—flush, straight, bluff, raise. Srivalli ne Dave ki aankhon mein dekha—full focus, lekin thoda wild bhi. Chips ke pile barhte ja rahe the, har round ke baad table par wild tension.
Mark ne ek aur big bet lagaya,
“All in! And remember, Dave—if I win, just one shot with your goddess.”
Usne phir se Srivalli ki taraf lustful grin diya, uske hand se uski thigh softly squeeze ki.
Dave ne ek hard look Srivalli par dala, phir slow, dangerous smile ke saath,
“Deal’s a deal, Mark. Let’s see if you can handle the stakes.”
Aur Dave bhi all-in chala gaya.
Sab ki saans ruki hui thi, baaki party crowd bhi gather ho gaya, cards slowly open hue—one by one, tense silence me, sab betting chips ki sound, glass ki clink, aur Srivalli ki heartbeat ka shor tha.
Final round—Mark ka hand reveal hua,
“Full house!”
Table pe cheers aur taunt, sab wild ho gaye.
Dave ne calmly apna hand open kiya—
“Straight flush.”
Sab ek pal ke liye silence me chali gayi, phir Dave ke win pe wild applause, whistle, aur laughter—Mark ke face pe disbelief, frustration, lekin rules rules the.
Dave ne Srivalli ki chin gently lift ki,
“See? Told you, goddess—tonight, you’re still mine.”
Uski eyes me relief, thrill, aur possessive victory thi.
Table par chips, money, diamonds bikhre pade the, lekin Srivalli ke liye sabse badi bet uski khud ki freedom thi—aur aaj raat, wo abhi bhi Dave ki possession rahi.
Mark thoda disappointed, lekin awkward laugh ke saath bola,
“Luck’s on your side, Dave. Maybe next time…”
Lounge mein music wapas loud ho gaya, party wild ho gayi—lekin Srivalli ke liye yeh raat ek nayi reality ka intense proof thi: she was just as much at stake as any money on that table.

Emily apne bacho ke saath Jolly ke mansion ke ek cozy room me sofa par baithi thi, TV par animated movie chal rahi thi. Usne ek soft, pale blue frock pehna tha, neckline modest lekin waist par dress thoda tight, shoulder pe uske blonde bal khule hue the. Emily ke chehre par forced smile thi, lekin aankhon mein thakaan aur stress chhupi hui thi. Kids popcorn kha rahe the, kabhi mummy ko hug karte, kabhi movie pe huste.

Emily ka dhyan baar-baar door ki taraf ja raha tha, jaise vo har awaz pe alert ho jati ho. Tabhi Jolly quietly room ke corner mein aaya, usne ek playful, lekin thoda possessive smile ke saath Emily ko dekha. Jolly ne movie ki side glance ki aur soft, almost teasing tone me bola,
“Come, sweetu… bahar chalo, tumhare liye ek kaam hai.”
Emily ne confused, thoda anxious expression ke saath pucha,
“What is it, Jolly? I’m busy with the kids…”
Uske lips thoda tight ho gaye, aankhon mein discomfort tha.
Jolly ne smile ki, lekin uski aankhon mein mischievous glint tha,
“Bas aa jao, surprise hai. Tumhare husband ka kaam ho gaya, ab tum meri ho do mahine ke liye, remember?”
Emily ne helpless look diya, aankhon mein dard ki chamak aa gayi—thoda resistance, lekin Jolly ki authority ke saamne majboori. Jolly ne uska haath pakda, gently but firmly, aur hallway ki taraf le gaya.
Bahar lobby mein ek old, influential looking MLA sofa par baitha tha, white kurta, gold chain, face pe thoda wicked, satisfied smile. Usne Emily ko dekha, aankhon se poora scan kiya aur thoda creepy smile diya.
Emily ne Jolly ke kaan me softly, almost pleading voice me kaha,
“Jolly, I’m not doing this…”
Jolly ne halka sa hans ke, uske cheek par fast, possessive kiss diya aur low, cold voice me bola,
“No choice, darling. Dave got what he wanted—ab tu meri hai. Do as I say, warna tumhare husband ki deal bhi khatam ho jayegi. Just remember, yahan sab rules hamare hain.”
Emily ki aankhen ab poori tarah moist ho gayi, lekin uske paas koi raasta nahi tha. MLA room ki taraf chala gaya, door open kiya.
Jolly ne Emily ka haath tightly pakad kar usko room ke andar push kar diya, door close kiya, aur uski aankhon me dark warning thi. Emily ab andhar, MLA ka samna karne ke liye majboor ho gayi—uski dignity, fear, aur helplessness sab ek pal me uske chehre par dikh rahi thi.
Room mein ab sirf Emily ki silent tears, Jolly ki dark authority, aur ek nayi majboori ka hawa tha.



Emily dheere-dheere, heavy steps ke saath room ke andar gayi. Andar ek grand armchair par woh old MLA baitha tha—white kurta, golden chain, bal safed lekin aankhon mein abhi bhi pura hunger aur authority. Uske lips pe ek twisted smile thi, jaise uske liye yeh sab bas ek purani aadat ho.

Emily ne aankhen jhuka li, body thodi tense ho gayi, hands apne samne fold kiye. Usne apni dignity ko jitna ho sake sambhalne ki koshish ki, lekin uski aankhon mein fear aur bechaini saaf dikh rahi thi.
MLA ne dheere-dheere usko head-to-toe scan kiya, fir ek hand se usko apni taraf bulaya,
“Aao, beti… darne ki zarurat nahi. Yahan sab apne hain. Bahar se bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho, idhar aa jao…”
Emily ek pal ke liye hesitant rahi, lekin Jolly ke threat aur helplessness ke weight mein, usne apne kadam aage badhaye. MLA ne uska haath pakad ke apni taraf khinch liya, uski waist ke around arm daal li, aur softly uske shoulder pe haath rakha.
MLA ne uski eyes mein deep, slow gaze daal kar soft, lekin possessive voice mein bola,
“Bahut dino baad aisi company mili hai. Relax karo, maza lo. Tum jaise log yahan bohot kaam aate hain…”
Emily ki breath shallow ho gayi, lips par forced smile, aankhen moist. MLA ab uske balon ko finger se gently play karne laga, dusre haath se uski bare arm ko slow strokes de raha tha.
Room mein ab sirf old MLA ki heavy breathing, Emily ki anxiety, aur ek dark, silent tension ka hawa tha—jahaan Emily sirf apne paraye hone ka, apni majboori ka saboot ban chuki thi.



MLA ne Emily ko apni taraf aur khinch liya, uska haath ab uski bare back par slide karta hua. Emily ki body stiff thi, aankhen zameen par, lekin MLA ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke apne lips uske cheek par softly rakh diye. Uska breath garam tha, lips thoda dry, lekin usme ek purana, possessive confidence tha.

Emily ne halki si resistance dikhane ki koshish ki, lekin MLA ka grip strong tha. Usne apni ungliyon se Emily ki chin gently lift ki aur uski aankhon mein dekhta hua, slow, forceful style mein uske lips par ek smooch diya. Emily ki aankhen band ho gayi, body aur tense ho gayi, lekin lips par MLA ke rough touch ka pressure mehsoos hota raha.
MLA ne softly uske lips ko bite kiya, fir thoda linger karta raha—ek hand ab bhi uski waist par, dusre haath se uske balon ko side karta hua. Emily ki breath thodi fast ho gayi, mooh se ek halki si helpless whimper nikli, lekin usne protest nahi kiya.
MLA ab uske lips, cheek, aur neck pe slow, possessive kisses chhodta raha—uski breath aur heavy ho gayi, body ab bhi sharm aur dar se thodi stiff, lekin helplessness mein poori tarah trapped.
Room mein ab sirf smooching ki slow sound, Emily ki uneasy breathing, aur MLA ka satisfied sigh sunayi deta tha—Emily ab sirf ek powerless guest thi, apne aap ko majboori mein samarpit karti hui.