Adultery Nayi Shuruaat - Meri Sweet Maa Bani Meri Bhai Ki Dulhan

[Joker44]

Aaj subah ki dhoop thodi nayi thi—pichli raat ke jungli pyaar ke baad dono mein ek nayi rawmantic thakaan aur sukoon tha. Room ka view balcony se dikh raha tha—thandi hawa, halki sunrays, aur door samundar ka laharata hua blue canvas. Reeti ne apni aankhen slowly kholi, Rajat abhi bhi uske baal mein ungliyan ghusaaye, lazy tareeke se uske bare kandhe pe kisses kar raha tha. Uske soft moans ab bhi hawa mein goonj rahe the, raat bhar ki yaadein har touch mein chhupi thi. Dheere dheere, dono bed se uthe. Reeti jaise hi khadi hui, uske hips aur thighs mein ek sweet si dard bhari tiredness thi—kal raat ki balcony wali madness ab bhi uski body mein vibration ki tarah baaki thi. Usne halki si complain waali smile ke saath Rajat ko dekha, "Teri wajah se chal bhi nahi paa rahi hoon," Rajat ne mischievous tone mein uska waist pakad liya, "Maine bola tha na, honeymoon pe tumhe har raat nayi chot dunga." Reeti ne fake gussa dikhaate hue pillows se uske chest pe thapki maar di, phir bathroom ki taraf tip-toe karti hui gayi—beach honeymoon suite ka marble floor uske nange pairon ke neeche thanda lag raha tha.

Morning fresh hone ke baad, dono ne casual beachwear pehna, breakfast kiya, aur poore din ke plan discuss karne lage. Aaj ki date pe kuch aur khaas tha—raat ko full moon hone wali thi, wohi raat jis din Reeti Garima ban sakti thi, lekin din bhar dono ne apne aap ko beach ki masti, private pool ke romance aur thodi shopping mein kho diya. Rajat beach pe towel le kar lete hue, sunglasses mein apni patni ki har move ko scan karta raha. Reeti ek blue flowy dress mein, halki si wet skin ke saath, bar bar apni kamar ke stretch ko feel karte hue, par har movement mein ek ajeeb si khushi thi—ek new bride ki sharm aur newly owned body ka glow. Rajat ne kitni baar usse tease kiya, "Aaj raat to firse aag lagne wali hai," aur Reeti har baar blushing, "Aaj to shayad tu hi nahi bachega, beta!" Beachside drinks, cheesy honeymoon selfies, naughty flirting, paani mein ek dusre ko drag karna—sab kuch ek honeymoon dream jaise tha. Afternoon mein resort ke boat tour ka plan bana. Sunset ke time dono boat pe, ek dusre ki baahon mein, orange suraj ko doobte dekhte hue, Reeti ne Rajat ke chest pe sir rakha aur slow whisper mein bola, "Aaj poornima hai, pata hai na?" Rajat ne halki smile ke saath uske baalon ko finger se comb kiya, "Pata hai… aaj teri aankhon mein bhi poori chaandni dikhegi."
Boat ride ke baad, shaam hone lagi, aur thandi hawa ke saath beach aur bhi romantic ho gaya. Dinner ke liye resort ki terrace pe reservation tha, jahan sea-view aur candles thi. Rajat ne specially ek table decorate karwayi thi—white roses, wine, aur dessert mein Reeti ka favourite dark chocolate mousse. Dinner ke dauraan dono ke beech mein full teasing chal rahi thi—pair table ke neeche, aankhon se chhed-chhad, aur kabhi kabhi thoda sa naughty touch jab koi waiter nahi dekh raha ho. Reeti ne thoda wine pi li thi, uski aankhon mein poori raat ki umeed aur full moon ki wild excitement ka magic tha. Rajat uski lips pe baar baar stare karta raha—ab uske liye sabse tough kaam tha dinner khatam hone tak control mein rehna.
Finally, dinner ke baad, slow walk beach pe—moonlight itni zyada thi ki lag raha tha jaise poori duniya pe bas ek chaandi ka parda bich gaya hai. Reeti ne apne dupatte se baal sambhalte sambhalte, moon ko dekha aur soft voice mein boli, "Aaj raat phir se koi nayi kahani likhne wali hai." Rajat ne uski kamar pakad ke usko apni taraf khinch liya, "Aaj ki raat to ab sirf meri hai." Resort ke suite mein waapas jaate jaate, dono ke chehre pe anticipation tha—wo anticipation jo ek shikaar se pehle hota hai.
Room ke andar aate hi, Rajat ne suite ka door band kiya, dim lights on ki, aur full moon ki roshni se poora room silver lag raha tha. Reeti ne halki si sharm ke saath apni jewellery utari, nightwear ki taraf gayi, par Rajat ne uska haath pakad liya, "Aaj koi hurry nahi hai, aaj sirf chaand ki raushni aur teri body." Reeti jaise hi bed pe bethi, Rajat ne uske paas jaakar deep gaze diya, uski chin apni ungliyon se upar ki, aur uske lips pe ek soft kiss diya. Kuch pal tak dono bas ek dusre ko aankhon se padhte rahe. Silence mein bhi ek raw sexual current tha, aur dono ke beech hawa mein ek wild, magical tension thi. Phir Rajat ne slow, almost whispering tone mein kaha, "Aaj main Reeti nahi chahta… aaj mujhe meri maa chahiye."


Reeti Rajat ki aankhon mein ek playful, knowing smile le aayi. Uske andhar ek ajeeb si shanti thi, jaise woh pehle se hi is pal ka intezaar kar rahi ho. Without a word, woh dressing table ke paas gayi. Usne apne suitcase se ek white lacy bra nikala, jiska touch uski ungliyon ko bhi goosebumps de raha tha. Bra pehnte hi uske curves aur bhi sharp ho gaye, aur uske soft brown nipples lace ke neeche se almost visible ho gaye the—bilkul ek delicate secret ki tarah.

Phir usne ek sheer white saree nikali—patli, transparent, almost dream jaise—aur carefully apne nange waist ke upar pehn li. Saree ka pallu ek taraf se shoulder pe gir raha tha, aur har fold uski jawan, tight body ko aur highlight kar raha tha. Saree ka palllu uske cleavage ko sirf thoda thoda cover kar raha tha, lekin jyada kuch chhupa nahi pa raha tha. Waist pe thin kamarband, aankhon mein kajal, lips pe halki si pink gloss. Mangalsutra uski neck mein shine kar raha tha—nayi dulhan aur aaj ki raat ki “maa” dono ka perfect mix.
Rajat usse dekhta hi reh gaya—uski aankhon mein shock, lust aur shiddat ka aag tha.
Reeti ne dressing table ke mirror mein apne aap ko dekha, thoda sa smile kiya, aur aankhen band karke slowly apni breathing control karte hue transformation shuru ki. Uske sharir ke muscles dheere-dheere aur mature ho gaye, cheekbones thode sharp ho gaye, aankhon mein ek alag hi maasoomi aur mamta ka magic aa gaya. Woh ab sirf Reeti nahi thi—she was Garima: the mother, the original love, the impossible fantasy made real.
Poore room ka vibe ekdam change ho gaya tha—moonlight, white saree, nayi energy, aur forbidden love ki chamak.
Garima—ab pure poornima ki raushni mein, white saree mein, lacy bra ke saath, ek seductive but calm confidence ke saath—bed ke paas aayi, Rajat ke samne ruki, aankhon mein aankhon daali.
Rajat ki saansein tez ho gayi, lund rock hard, voice me ek hi raw murmur tha:
“Maa...”
Garima ne muskurate hue, ek sharm bhari leher ke saath—full surrender aur full power ke mix mein—apna pallu thoda aur side kiya,
aur slow, mature tone mein kaha:
“Aaj sirf teri maa, teri patni nahi, tera har sapna hoon... beta, kya chahiye tujhe apni maa se?”
And the night, once again, turned electric with forbidden, beautiful madness.





Rajat dheere-dheere Garima ke paas aaya, uski aankhon mein aisi bhookh thi jaise wo saari raat sirf uska intezaar kar raha ho. Garima ki saansen tez ho gayi, saree ka pallu uske shoulder se halkasa phisal gaya. Rajat ne apne haath se uska chehra gently pakda, apne thumb se uske lips ko caress kiya, phir bina ek second ka gap liye, apne hoth uske hothon par zor se chipa diye.

Kiss itna wild tha ki Garima ke hoth dard se tingle karne lage. Rajat ne uske lower lip ko apne daant se kaat liya, halka sa blood aa gaya, Garima ke muh se ek moan nikal gaya—"Aahh... Rajat..."—jisme pain aur pleasure ka perfect combo tha. Rajat ne ek second ke liye lips chhoda, phir dobara, aur bhi deep, aur bhi passionate french kiss shuru kar diya—apni zubaan uske muh mein ghusa di, saara taste feel karta hua.
Garima ki body uske strong arms mein melt ho gayi, uske haath Rajat ke shoulders pe aa gaye, nails halkasa dig in kar gaye. Har moan, har smooch ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi, full moon ki roshni mein lips ki wetness shine kar rahi thi. Rajat ka kiss wild se wilder hota gaya—kabhi soft nibble, kabhi deep sucking, kabhi dono lips ko pura mouth mein lekar rough play.
"Rajat... beta... aaj mujhe poora lele..."
Garima ki awaaz ab sirf ek desperate, breathless sound thi, uski saree dheere-dheere aur sarak rahi thi, pallu ab bas ek symbolic piece lag raha tha.
Rajat ne phir se uske lips pe bite kiya, smooching ki sound aur moan ek ho gayi—mmmhhh... ahhh... thap... slurp...
Kiss ke beech mein Garima thodi der ko bas hansi se rooth gayi, "Tere bite se lagta hai tu mujhe khana chahta hai!"
Rajat ne wild, possessive tone mein bola, "Aaj main apni maa ko pura chakh lunga."
Phir ek aur bar kiss, deeper, longer, with all the hunger, room mein unki mixed voices, moans, aur smooching ki awazen goonj rahi thi—ek aisi raat, jahan kisson ka koi end nahi tha, sirf shuruat thi.
Garima ab sirf ek lover nahi, ek fantasy thi—aur Rajat uski lips par, uske moans mein, poori raat khud ko bhool chuka tha.







Rajat ka junoon ab poori tarah control se bahar tha. Kiss karte karte usne ek haath se Garima ki white lacy bra ki strap ko slide kiya, aur ek hi smooth move mein uska bra utar diya. Uske bare, soft, heavy boobs moonlight mein chamak rahe the, nipples tight aur thande hawa se aur bhi hard ho gaye the.

Rajat ne bina time waste kiye, apne hoth uske ek boob par rakh diye—pehle slow, halki si lick, phir pura nipple apne muh mein le kar suck karna start kiya. Garima ki saans phool gayi, uske muh se bina control ke moan nikal gayi, “Aaaah... Rajat... beta... aur!” Uska haath Rajat ke baal mein gaya, jaise aur deep pull kar rahi ho.
Rajat ab wild ho chuka tha—kabhi ek nipple ko apni zubaan se tease karta, kabhi dusre ko strong suck, kabhi dono boobs ko apne haathon se squeeze kar ke, poora mouth se bite karta. Sucking ki sound—slurp... thap... mmmhhh...—kamre mein echo ho rahi thi. Garima apni kamar hilane lagi, body poori tarah uske control mein surrender ho gayi thi.
Rajat apne teeth se uske nipple ko halka bite karta, phir tongue se circles banata, dusre haath se dusra boob press karta. Garima ke lips se ab continuous moaning nikal rahi thi, uska shareer hil raha tha, “Rajat... ruk ja... control kar... nahi to abhi yahin khatam ho jaungi...” Lekin Rajat sunne wala hi nahi tha—uski maa-patni ka taste, uske boobs ki warmth, uski moans—sab kuch usse aur wild kar raha tha.
Garima ab ekdum lost thi, bas Rajat ke hothon, uski zubaan aur uske pyar mein pighal rahi thi. Rajat ke liye, aaj raat ki yeh wild hunger sirf shuruat thi.

Rajat ki aankhon mein ek dum wild, animalistic look aa gaya tha. Usne Garima ko intense nazar se dekha aur low, husky voice mein bola, “Kutiya, tu ab sirf meri hai. Aaj chup chap, jo main bolu, woh hi karegi, samjhi?”

Garima ne uski aankhon mein dekha—thoda shock, thoda sharm, lekin poori tarah surrender ho gayi. Usne halki si awaaz mein sir hila kar bola, “Haan… jo tu chahe, main wohi karungi.”
Rajat ko yeh pura scene aur bhi turn on kar gaya. Usne apne haath se Garima ke baal mazbooti se pakde, aur uska face apne throbbing lund ke paas kheench liya. Garima ab uske samne, bed par, knees pe thi—pure submission mein.
Rajat ne dirty, commanding tone mein bola, “Chus ise, maa. Pura. Jaise maine bola.”
Garima ne uski aankhon mein dekha, phir apne lips ko halkasa lick kiya, aur bina kisi sharam ke, apna muh uske lund par rakh diya—slowly uski tip se start karte hue, usse apne mouth mein le gayi, aur deep suck karna shuru kiya. Rajat ke lips se ek satisfied, wild groan nikla, aur Garima apne beta-pati ke liye, poori raat wild, obedient wife ban gayi.



Rajat ne Garima ko neeche apne lund pe suck karte hue dekha, aur uske chehre pe ek pura possessive, raw expression aa gaya. Usne ek haath se Garima ke baal thoda aur kas ke pakde, dusre haath se uska chin lift kiya, taki vo uski aankhon mein directly dekh sake.

Dirty, husky voice mein Rajat bola,
"Tu jaanti hai na… bachpan se main tujhe dekhta tha, maa. Tab se, jab bhi tu saamne aati thi, main bas tujhe hi soch ke hilata tha… tujhpe hi fantasize karta tha. Aaj tu finally meri hai—aur jab tu Garima banti hai, main tujhe randi ki tarah chodne wala hoon, samjhi?"
Garima ne uski aankhon mein fully surrender karte hue dekha, uske lund ko mouth mein lete-le lete hi, halki si moan ke saath,
"Haan beta… jo tu chahe, waise hi le mujhe… aaj main sirf teri hoon."
Uski tongue Rajat ke lund ko pure devotion ke saath lick kar rahi thi, lips uske shaft pe tight ho gaye the, aur uske moans room mein echo ho rahe the. Rajat poori tarah wild ho chuka tha, Garima ka yeh submission aur dirty baatein usko aur crazy bana rahi thi.
Garima ab sirf maa nahi thi—apne beta ke liye poori tarah wild, obedient lover ban chuki thi, ready to do anything he commands, especially tonight, in this forbidden, full moon madness.

Rajat ne Garima ko dheere se ghumaya, ab woh bed par piche thi, uski saree ka pallu almost slip ho chuka tha, uski bare back aur hips pure moonlight mein shine kar rahe the. Rajat ne uski hips ko dono haathon se pakad ke thoda upar uthaya, ek nazar uski wet slit par dali, phir tease karte hue naughty tone mein bola,

“Reeti jab banti hai toh tight lagti hai, lekin Garima ki chut mein toh poora magic hai… pata nahi papa ne kaise sambhala tha!”
Garima ne halki si sharm aur fake gusse se bola,
“Aisa mat bol… tu ab mera hai.”
Rajat ne uski soft round ass pe ek zor ka slap maara—thap ki awaaz room mein goonj uthi. Garima ke lips se ek sharp moan nikal gayi,
“Ahhh… Rajat!”
Rajat ne bina rukhe, uski hips ko aur pass kheench liya, apne hard lund ko uske entrance pe rub kiya, aur ek hi jhatke mein deep andar daal diya. Garima ki saans ek second ke liye ruk gayi, poora sharir uske lund ke touch pe tharthara utha.
Rajat ne apne haath se uske baal halka kheechte hue, dirty wild tone mein bola,
“Aaj raat sirf meri hai, Garima. Ab tu meri patni bhi hai, meri maa bhi—aur meri fantasy bhi.”
Phir usne full pace mein thrust karna start kiya—bed ka headboard thoda thoda hilne laga, room mein bas moans, wild slap sounds, aur unki heavy breathing goonj rahi thi.
Garima har jhatke pe aur loud ho gayi, “Rajat… aur… aur do mujhe, aaj main poori tarah sirf teri hoon!”
Un dono ka wild, desperate passion ab ek aise junoon mein badal gaya jismein sirf pyaar, surrender, aur forbidden excitement thi—moonlight mein, saree adhi khuli, hair messy, aur room mein bas unki raat ki kahani likhi ja rahi thi.



Room ki lights dim thi, sirf moonlight ka silvery glow poore suite ko mystical bana raha tha, Garima bed par piche thi, uski white saree ab adhi kamar par latki hui thi, baaki uske curves, bare back, aur wet thighs ko khula chhod rahi thi, Rajat ne uski hips dono haathon se aur tight pakad li, uske baal thode messy ho chuke the, aur uski neck pe mangalsutra moonlight mein glitter kar raha tha, Rajat ka hard lund uski slit par baar-baar rub hota ja raha tha, Garima ki saansen tez ho gayi thi, lips parted, eyes half closed, pure anticipation aur need se bhari hui thi, Rajat ne ek hi deep jhatke mein apna lund poora uski chut ke andar ghusa diya, ek raw, desperate motion ke saath, Garima ke muh se ek loud, breathless moan nikal gaya, “Aaahhh… Rajat… beta… aur… aur gehra…”
Bed ka headboard wall se lag kar dhadak raha tha, har thrust ke saath Garima ki body hilti thi, Rajat ki grip uski kamar par aur tight ho gayi, usne apne haath se uske baal pakad kar uska chehra side kiya, aur uske kaan ke paas dirty, wild whisper mein bola, “Teri chut itni tight hai maa… poora lund feel ho raha hai tujhmein, aaj tu bas hilti rahegi…” Garima ki aankhon mein tears of pleasure aa gaye, usne apni kamar aur zyada piche thrust ki, taki Rajat aur deep ja sake, uske nails bed sheets mein dhans gaye, body ab poori tarah surrender thi, Rajat ne apne hips ko fast, hard pace pe move karte hue, uski gand pe bar bar slap kiya, room mein slap aur wet sounds milkar ek rhythm create kar rahe the, Garima ke moans ab control se bahar the, “Rajat… beta… bas kar… nahi… ruk… ab main aa jaungi… aaahh… aur… aur chhod mujhe!”
Rajat ka breathing bhi wild ho chuka tha, usne apna lund poori strength se andar-bahar kiya, har thrust ke saath Garima ki chut aur tight ho jaati thi, Rajat apne haath se uske boobs ko piche se pakad kar, unhe squeeze karta, kabhi nipple pinch karta, kabhi uske shoulders pe kiss karta, Garima ki body ab literally shake kar rahi thi, uske moans, cries, aur Rajat ka naam room mein goonj raha tha, uska sharir baar-baar orgasm ke edge pe pahunch kar wapas hil jaata, magar Rajat ne pace slow nahi kiya, uske lund ki hard feeling har second Garima ko yaad dilati thi ki aaj raat woh sirf Rajat ki patni nahi, Rajat ki maa, uski fantasy, uski possession hai.
Rajat ne ek aur deep, hard thrust kiya, apni aankhon mein ek wild, animalistic look ke saath, “Maa… ab main girne wala hoon… saara kuch tere andar chhod dunga… mere bache ki maa banegi tu aaj raat!” Garima ne poori tarah apni taangen spread kar di, hips ko aur piche kiya, aur loud, wet, desperate moans ke saath, “Haan beta… aa ja… sab kuch mujhmein chhod de… main sirf teri hoon… aaj raat… poori!” Rajat ne final deep strokes ke saath, Garima ke andar apna hot, wild load cum ki tarah shoot kar diya, dono ke sharir climax ke moment mein hil gaye, Garima ki chut ke andar Rajat ka lund throb kar raha tha, dono ab bhi hard, wild grip mein the, heavy breathing, sticky skin, aur moonlight mein bechaini aur sukoon ka milajula sa atmosphere.
Garima ki moaning ab bhi slow, deep, aur pleasure se bhari thi, Rajat ab bhi uski back pe kiss karta raha, body collapse hoti chali gayi, lekin unki raat abhi khatam nahi hui thi—full moon ki raat thi, aur Garima jaanti thi ki aaj Rajat use chhodne wala nahi hai, aur woh bhi aaj sirf uska sab kuch hone ke liye ready thi.




Rajat ka junoon abhi bhi kam nahi hua tha—poora room unke wild sex, moans, aur slap ki awaazon se bhar chuka tha, Garima ki body ab tak bar bar orgasm ki waves mein hil chuki thi, magar Rajat ka hunger abhi bhi control mein nahi tha; ek pal ko usne apna lund Garima ki chut se bahar nikala, uski kamar ko dono haathon se tight pakad ke, uske bare hips aur smooth round ass ko dekhte hue, thoda pause liya, phir apni ungli se uski gand ko halka press kiya—Garima ke lips se ek shaky moan nikli, usne apni kamar instinctively aur upar ki, jaise apne beta ko invite kar rahi ho.

Rajat ne apne lund ko uski ass crack ke beech rub kiya, uski tip ko gand ke entrance pe slow circles mein ghumaya, aur ek second ke liye Garima ki aankhon mein dekh kar, dirty, commanding tone mein bola, "Aaj teri gand bhi meri hai, maa, ab chup chap sab seh le."
Garima thodi nervous thi, par Rajat ka touch aur uski wild energy use resist nahi karne de rahi thi; usne low voice mein bas "haan, beta… le le mujhe poori" bola, aur apni taange aur spread kar di, thoda aur aage jhuki, taki Rajat easily apni jagah bana sake.
Rajat ne thoda lube liya, apne lund pe lagaya, phir Garima ki tight ass pe, phir ek steady, firm push ke saath, dheere-dheere apna lund uske andar dhakelna shuru kiya—Garima ke muh se ek intense, dard aur pleasure mix moan nikla, uski back tight ho gayi, par kuch pal baad woh bhi relax ho gayi, body Rajat ke andar ghusne ko accept karne lagi.
Rajat ne jaise hi feel kiya ke uski ass poori tarah adjust ho gayi hai, usne apne hips ko steady pace mein thrust karna start kiya, dono haathon se uski kamar ko tight grip mein le liya, aur har thrust ke saath Garima ki awaaz aur wild ho gayi, "Ahhh... Rajat… aaah… beta… aur… aur de… meri gand teri hai aaj raat!" Bed ki sheets crumple ho gayi, Garima ki body Rajat ke hard pace pe hilti rahi, Rajat ka lund uski ass ki tightness ko poora feel karta raha, dono ke sharir ka sweat, moans, aur full moon ki light ab ek hi wild madness mein ghul chuki thi.
Kuch minutes tak Rajat ne apni maa-patni ki gand ko poora enjoy kiya, har thrust pe Garima ki body hilti, uske boobs bed pe rub hote, nipples tight ho jaate, aur Rajat apni dirty baaton, commanding hands aur hard pace ke saath, Garima ko ek alag hi level pe le gaya—jab tak dono ka sharir fir climax ki edge pe nahi aa gaya, aur Rajat ne final thrust ke saath apna hot load Garima ki gand ke andar deep shoot kar diya, dono ek dusre pe collapse karte hue, breathless, wild, aur completely satisfied.


Poore room mein ab sirf moonlight ka gentle glow tha, thak chuke badan ek dusre mein ghule hue the, saari raat ki madness, wild sex aur climax ke baad sirf ek gehra, sukoon bhara silence bacha tha. Garima ab Rajat ke baahon mein thi—uska sharir ab bhi thoda tremble kar raha tha, magar aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha, jaise saari zindagi ka pyaar, pain, aur junoon ab iss ek pal mein dissolve ho gaya ho.

Rajat ne apne strong arms se Garima ko apni chest ke paas khinch liya, uske baalon mein ungliyan chalate hue, uski bare back ko gentle strokes deta raha, jaise uski thakan ko, dard ko, aur har ghabrahat ko apne pyar se mita raha ho. Garima ne aankhen band ki, aur apna sar uske seene par rakh diya, uski heartbeat sunte hue ek soft smile ke saath bas uss pal mein kho gayi.
Kuch pal dono ne bina kuch bole, bas ek dusre ko hold kiya—Rajat apni maa-patni ke face ko, uski neck ko, uski kamar ko gentle kisses deta raha, kabhi slow whisper mein, “I love you, maa…” bolta, to kabhi sirf uske baal suunghta rehta, jaise har sans usme sama lena chahta ho. Garima ne apni aankhen khol kar uska chehra dekha, aur ek silent, grateful smile diya, fir apne arms uske around tight kar diye, uske haath pe apni soft kisses chhod di.
Raat ka sukoon, moonlight, thak chuke badan, par dil mein itna pyaar tha ki lagta tha jaise saari zindagi ki talaash iss ek baahon mein hi khatam ho gayi. Rajat ne Garima ke cheek pe ek soft kiss diya, uske lips ko slow nibble kiya, fir uski aankhon mein pyaar bhari narmi ke saath bola, “Tu sirf meri maa nahi, tu meri sabse pyari raat hai, mera sukoon hai, mera har sapna hai.” Garima ki aankhon mein ek tear aa gaya, magar usme sirf pyaar tha—wo raat, wo pal, ab hamesha ke liye dono ke dil mein bas gaya.
Kuch der baad, Rajat aur Garima ek dusre ke arms mein, tangled sheets, sticky skin, aur pyaar bhari silence ke saath, sweet sleep mein doob gaye—jahan sirf ek dusre ki khushboo thi, ek dusre ki body ka comfort, aur ek forbidden pyaar ka deepest, sweetest cuddle tha.



Subah ki pehli kiran khidki se aayi, toh suite ka room soft golden light se bhar gaya tha. Bed par tangled sheets, ek dusre ke badan ki warmth ab bhi bachi hui thi. Garima Rajat ki baahon mein thi, uske chest par apna sar rakhkar, ab bhi deep, peaceful neend mein khoi hui.

Dheere dheere, Garima ki aankhen khuli. Kal raat ki poori wild journey, wo forbidden pyaar aur cuddling abhi bhi uski aankhon ke saamne tha. Usne ek lambe, soft saans li, aur Rajat ke face ki taraf dekha—wo ab bhi so raha tha, lips pe ek halka sa smile, ek haath ab bhi Garima ki kamar par tha, jaise sapne mein bhi use chhodna nahi chahta.
Ek ajeeb si shanti thi us pal mein, jaise saara jag ek second ke liye ruk gaya ho. Garima ne khud ko uske arms mein thoda aur snuggle kiya, uske cheek pe slow kiss diya, aur aankhen band karte hi, poori tarah surrender kar gayi us transformation ke liye jo ab har poornima ki subah hota tha.
Uski body dheere-dheere fir se young ho gayi, muscles tight ho gaye, skin fir se soft aur glowing ho gayi, features mein phir se ek fresh, sixteen-year-old innocence aa gayi—white saree ab bhi us par thi, par ab wo phir se Reeti thi. Poora room, poori atmosphere ek nayi umeed se bhar gayi thi.
Reeti ne apni aankhon mein khushi aur sukoon ka mix le kar, ab ek soft smile ke saath Rajat ko dekha. Uska heart literally melt ho gaya—kitna pyaar, kitni care, kitni wild nights, aur ab kitna peace… She ran her fingers through his hair gently, so grateful to have a husband who not only loved her, but accepted every version of her, every madness, every truth.
Aaj ki subah kuch alag thi—Reeti ko laga jaise duniya ki sabse badi blessing uske paas hai. Ek loving, caring, passionate pati, jo kabhi uska beta tha…aur ab uski poori zindagi. Reeti ne aankhen band ki, ek soft sigh ke saath sirf ek hi thought dil mein—"Thank you, bhagwan… mujhe itna pyaar dene ke liye."
Kuch seconds baad, Rajat ne bhi aankhen kholi, aur jaise hi Reeti ko dekha, smile kar diya, "Good morning, meri jaan." Reeti ne blush karte hue uski taraf apne arms faila diye, ready for another dreamy, romantic day with her soulmate.