Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Kaveri, Pushpa ki bhanji, abhi abhi 18 ki hui thi—magar uski personality mein ek natural confidence, ek rural glamour, aur ek innocent teasing tha jo har jagah attention kheench leta. Uski height medium thi, lekin poori body slim, toned, aur perfectly balanced curves ke saath. Waist ekdum narrow, hips thode round—Andhra village ki ladki ka asli modern version.


Aaj Kaveri ne ek bold magenta cotton kurti pehni thi—jo upper body pe tight fit thi, neckline thodi deep, lekin natural grace ke saath. Kurti ke upar golden thread ka subtle kaam tha, aur kurti ke side slit se slim waist ka glimpse milta tha. Neeche black leggings—skin ke saath hug hoti hui—uski lambi, shapely legs ko highlight kar rahi thi.
Uske shoulders par khule, straight, dark baal gir rahe the—ek side se ek lock uske face ko frame kar raha tha. Chehra clear, glowing, lips par halka pink gloss, aankhon mein confident innocence aur ek natural kajal. Uska dupatta casually gardan pe, lekin chest pe naturally rest ho raha tha, giving her a hint of tease, bina kuch extra effort ke. Pairon mein payal thi—chhan-chhan ki halki si awaz aati thi jab wo chalti.
Kaveri ka poora look fresh, desi, lekin sensual bhi tha—jo har mard ke liye ek fantasy jaise lagta. Uska attitude thoda naughty, thoda shy, lekin overall ek open energy thi—naive but not unaware.
Jab bhi wo Pushpa ke saamne aati, apne mama ko dekhte hue respect bhi dikhti, lekin uske presence mein ek raw attraction, ek hidden boldness hamesha chamak jaati thi.



Dopahar ka time tha, dhoop tez thi. Kaveri jail ke gate par pohonchi, Pushpa mama se milne. Jail ke bahar Kaveri bilkul filmy style mein thi—deep magenta color ki cotton kurti pehni hui, jo kamar tak ekdum fitted thi aur neeche se thodi flowy. Neckline thodi deep thi, bilkul Andhra side ka desi-sensual andaaz. Kurti pe golden embroidery thi, side se thoda waist ka glimpse mil raha tha. Neeche tight leggings thi, jo uski lambi, toned legs ko highlight kar rahi thi. Baal khule the, shoulders par bikhar rahe the. Lambay earrings, aur ek silver ki payal, pairon mein chhan-chhan kar rahi thi. Dupatta bas halki si gardan pe rakha tha, chest pe naturally gir raha tha—usse ek innocent par grown-up tease wali vibe mil rahi thi.

Kaveri ke lips pe halka sa pink gloss tha, eyes sharp aur searching. Lekin uski jawani ka nasha, chehre pe khud hi ek invite jaisa lag raha tha. Uski slim waist, kurti ka fit, aur confident walk—koi bhi banda dekh le toh uski nazar hil hi na paaye.
Kaveri ne Pushpa se visitor’s room mein milke bola:
“Mama, Srivalli abhi tak ghar nahi aayi. Maa ji bhi bohot worried hain. Mujhe kuch ajeeb sa lag raha hai…”
Pushpa ne tension bhari awaaz mein kaha,
“Kaveri, Jolly se mil ke pooch. Usko sab pata hota hai. Main us par bharosa karta hoon—tum jao, use milo.”
Kaveri ne haan mein sir hilaya, thodi anxious thi, thodi curious bhi. Jail se seedha Jolly ke mansion chali gayi.


olly entrance pe hi khada tha jab Kaveri aayi. Uski nazar turant Kaveri pe atak gayi. Ek second ke liye, Jolly ki aankhon mein wild curiosity aur raw hunger aa gaya—Kaveri abhi jawaan thi, par uski body mein ek mature, inviting charm tha jo kisi bhi mard ka patience test kar de.

Jolly ne uski fitted magenta kurti, slim waist, long legs, aur golden embroidery sab kuch ek ek karke absorb kiya. Uski aankhon ne chest se leke, dupatte ki line, slit se waist ka glimpse, aur payal tak sab kuch slow motion mein scan kiya—Kaveri ki innocence aur boldness ka mix, Jolly ke liye ek nayi fantasy ban gaya.
“Waah, Pushpa ki bhanji… asli wildflower hai yeh toh…” Jolly ne socha, lips pe ek twisted smile ke saath.
Jolly ne use andar bulaya, awaaz mein ek alag hi charm la ke bola,
“Aao Kaveri, itne din baad dikhayi di… sab theek hai na?”
Room ka mahaul ekdum heavy ho gaya—Kaveri apne sawaal poochne aayi thi, par Jolly ki aankhon mein kuch aur hi shine thi. Kaveri soch rahi thi ki yeh ek normal family visit hai… par usse kya pata tha ki story ab ekdum nayi aur dangerous direction lene wali hai.

Kaveri hall ke centre mein aayi, aankhon mein directly Jolly ko dekhte hue, thoda worried, thoda sweet andaaz mein boli,

“Jolly bhaiya, Srivalli kahan hai? Maa ji pareshaan ho rahi hain. Ghar pe sab log tension mein hain.”
Jolly ne ek fake smile ke saath, relaxed style mein bola,
“Arre Kaveri, tension kyun leti ho? Srivalli kuch important arrangements karne gayi hai Pushpa bhai ke case ke liye. Sab kuch handle kar rahi hai, bas kal tak aa jayegi. Tu chinta mat kar, main hoon na.”
Kaveri ne innocent tareeke se uski baat maan li, par fir bhi thoda doubtful thi.
“Jolly bhaiya, aap ek baar Srivalli se call pe baat kara do? Bas Maa ji ko bhi chain mil jayega…”
Jolly ne turant apne phone se call lagaya, lekin direct Srivalli ko nahi, pehle Dave ko call kiya. Dave ne Jolly ka code samajh kar call Srivalli ko de diya. Srivalli ne phone pick kiya—background me thoda noise tha, uski awaaz halki thak chuki thi.
Kaveri:
“Mami, sab theek hai na? Maa ji bohot pareshaan hain, main bhi… aap jaldi ghar aa jao na…”
Srivalli ne, dard chhupa ke, soft smile ke saath bola,
“Haan Kaveri, sab theek hai. Main bas ek do din mein wapas aa jaungi. Maa ji ko bol dena tension na le. Main Pushpa ji ke liye sab kuch try kar rahi hoon, okay?”
Kaveri ne phone cut kiya, lekin usse Srivalli ki awaaz mein ajeeb si thakan aur halka dard mehsoos hua. Kaveri thoda confuse thi, par phir bhi, voh Jolly ko bye bol ke nikal gayi.
Jolly uske peeche uski chal, uska innocent face, aur body ke curves ko dekh raha tha.
“Yeh Kaveri bhi kam nahi… innocence mein hi kuch alag nasha hai. Dekhte hain, yeh bhanji bed par kaise taste karegi…”
Uske mind mein ab Kaveri ke liye naye plans bante ja rahe the.

Jolly ki aankhon mein ab ek nayi planning chal rahi thi. Jaise hi Kaveri ghar se nikli, Jolly apne office mein aaya, chair par lean karte hue apni whisky ka glass ghoomata raha, aur muskurata raha.

Uske dimaag mein Kaveri ka innocent chehra, uska slim body, magenta kurti ka fit, wo nayi jawaani ka nasha—sab kuch baar-baar flash ho raha tha.
“Yeh ladki toh bilkul raw hai, asli wildflower. Agar is par bhi kabza kar liya toh Pushpa ki family poori tarah meri muthi mein ho jayegi.”
Jolly ne apne right-hand man ko bulaya, dheere se bola,
“Sun, Kaveri pe nazar rakh. Jab bhi ghar se nikle, ya kuch unusual ho, mujhe update kar. Uske aas paas waale dost, tuition, college, sab ka background check kar.”
Usne phone uthakar Dave ko bhi message bheja,
“Plan B ready rakh, naye maal ka scene set ho raha hai. Yeh ladki bhi kaam aayegi.”
Jolly ab poori tarah apni chaal ki scripting kar raha tha—Kaveri ko dheere-dheere manipulate karna, uske aas paas trap set karna, aur phir kisi mauke ka intezaar karna jisme use emotionally ya majboori mein apne paas khinch sake.
“Pehle iski trust jeetni hai, phir kisi party ya function mein invite karunga. Thoda alcohol, thoda emotional drama, aur phir… jo chahta hoon, le loonga.”
Jolly ki aankhon mein ab ek cold, confident glow tha. Uske liye ab yeh ek nayi hunting game thi—aur Kaveri uski agle shikar banne wali thi.

Jolly apne private lounge mein baithkar, phone uthakar apne dad—Chief Minister (CM)—ko call lagata hai. Voice mein ek alag hi excitement thi.

Jolly:
"Dad, iss saal aapke birthday pe kuch khaas laane wala hoon. Bilkul fresh, desi beauty. Pushpa ki bhanji Kaveri—jawaan hai, innocent hai, par mast maal hai. Photo bhej raha hoon abhi."
Jolly ne apne phone se Kaveri ki ek recent candid photo click ki thi—uski white dress, open hair, innocent smile, slim waist sab dikh raha tha. Usne photo CM ko WhatsApp par bhej di.
Kuch seconds baad, CM ka reply aaya—voice call pe, hassi control nahi ho rahi thi.
CM (hassi ke saath):




"Beta, tu toh kamaal karta hai! Yeh toh asli gift hai. Waah, bilkul mere style ka hai… Kaise fix karega, bol?"
Jolly (smiling, confident):
"Bas, thoda patience rakho. Kaam pura safe tareeke se set kar dunga. Is baar aapka birthday royal banayenge, promise."
CM (aur loud hassi):
"Jaldi kar! Mujhe yeh present chahiye, samjha? Aur koi bhi dikkat ho toh bata dena. Tu hi mera asli baaz hai, Jolly!"
Dono baap-bete ne dirty laughter mein call cut kiya—ek dusre ko dark power aur control ka thrill feel karte hue. Jolly ke phone par ab bhi Kaveri ki photo chamak rahi thi—aur CM ke dimaag mein us birthday surprise ka nasha aur badh gaya tha.