Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

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Raat bhar Pranali ne aankh nahi lagayi. Kabhi ceiling ko takti rahi, kabhi apne phone ko, kabhi aankhon se behte aansuon ko chupke se ponchti rahi. Sharad ke saath hua pal baar-baar aankhon ke saamne flash ho raha tha—uska kiss, uska touch, uske words.

“Main tumhe takleef mein nahi dekh sakta.”

Woh lafz ab uske guilt se bhi zyada zor se gungunane lage the.

Subah ka pehla message bhi usi ka tha.

“I’m sorry for yesterday. I lost control… but I meant every word.”

Pranali ne message dekha… fingers ruk gayi screen pe. Kuch type karne lagi, fir delete kar diya.

“Nahi… abhi aur nahi. Main aur khud se girna nahi chahti.”

Usne phone side mein rakha, ek thandi saans li, aur apna work bag uthaya. Aaj bank jaana tha—normalcy ki zarurat thi, warna dil aur dimag dono bikhar jaate.

She wore a light blue saree, neat bun, minimal kajal—professional and distant. Jaisa face pe mask pehen rakha ho. Ghar walon ko routine goodbye bolke, she took her scooty and drove off.

Bank ke paas…

Jab Pranali ne apni scooty side wale parking mein roki, uska dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Wahin thoda aage, ek black SUV quietly khadi thi. Aur usme se dikhayi diya—Munna.

Uske Ray-Ban ke peeche se aankhon ne Pranali ko directly dekh liya. Munna ne window down kiya, sirf ek chhoti si smirk ke saath bola:

“Chalo, madam. Chhod deta hoon. Roz ki tarah drama mat karna.”

Pranali kuch nahi boli. Aankhon mein emotion lock karke, usne dupatta theek kiya, bag tight pakda… aur seedha Munna ke car ke passenger door ko khola. Kamar seedhi, aankhon mein halka guilt aur resignation… aur woh chup chaap andar baith gayi.

Car band hui, windows up. Kuch seconds tak dono ne kuch nahi kaha.

Phir Munna ne slow voice mein bola,

“Kya hua, bank nahi jaana? Ya bank sirf naam ka hai… real kaam toh ab tum samajh gayi ho na?”

Uske tone mein thoda possessiveness, thoda mocking tha.

Pranali ne aankhen band ki, thoda neck jhuka kar quietly bola:

“Ab main jaanti hoon, Munna… main ab tumhari hoon.”

Munna ki aankhon mein victorious glint tha. Usne slowly car start ki, aur pura Mirzapur jaise ab uski trophy ke saath ghoom raha ho.

Aur Pranali? Uski aankhon mein guilt tha, guilt se bhara dard—ki vo sirf Munna ki body ban chuki thi, aur Sharad ke liye vo emotions bhi, ab ek aur zanjeer ban gaye the.

Munna ki car ek sunsan, dust-bhari road par ruk gayi. Peeche ek aur black Scorpio khadi thi—usme Munna ke trusted guards, sunglasses mein, chewing gutkha, full desi swag mein. Mirzapur ke is kone mein, sirf unka hi raaj tha, koi bhi idhar aane ki sochta bhi nahi tha.

Munna ne Pranali ko side glance diya,

“Peeche aao.”

Uski awaaz mein order tha, pyaar ya romance ka koi touch nahi—bas possessiveness, aur ab to Pranali bhi samajh gayi thi ki behtar hai bina bole maan jana.

Pranali chup chaap piche vali seat pe shift ho gayi, saree aur dupatta ko sambhalte hue. Munna bhi driver se kuch short baat karke piche aaya, side se uske bilkul close baith gaya.

Peeche guard car mein baith kar ek dusre ko elbow maar ke hass rahe the.

Ek guard ne window se jhaank ke dekha, phir doston ko tease kiya:

“Oye, Munna bhai ka maal to kadak hai re! Aaj jeep mein full-on scene hoga lagta hai!”

Dusra guard:

“Bhai ko maza bhi to full Mirzapur style chahiye—public place, sunsan road, boss ki style hi alag hai!”

Sab hans pade, thoda gutkha phek diya road pe, aur gaane ka volume badha diya.

Munna ne apni trademark slow smile ke saath Pranali ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein victory aur thoda wild hunger.

“Suna na? Sabko pata hai ab tu sirf meri hai. Tere jaisi biwi to luck se milti hai, par ab tu bas Munna ke naam ki hai.”

Pranali ne aankhen jhuka li, lips slightly trembling.

Andar se woh tut chuki thi—sab kuch sun rahi thi, guards ke words, Munna ka possessive touch, Mirzapur ki wo khuli zubaan. Par is waqt resistance bekaar tha—ab yeh uski zindagi ka naya sach tha.

Jeep ke andar ab hawa heavy ho gayi thi—aur bahar Mirzapur ke badmash log, hass rahe the, jashn mana rahe the. Pranali ka har pal ab sirf ek compromise tha—par Munna ke liye, yeh sirf shuruat thi.

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Jeep ke andar hawa aur heavy ho gayi thi. Peeche ka seat ab battlefield ban chuka tha—Munna ne Pranali ke khule baalon ko ek haath se kas ke pakda, doosre haath se uska face apni taraf kheench liya. Lips par ek bhookha, wild kiss—koi pyaar nahi, sirf possessive need. Munna ki lips uski lips ko choos rahi thi, kabhi rough, kabhi deep, teeth se thoda nibble karte hue.

Pranali ka resistance ab pura toot chuka tha, she had already surrendered. Ab uske haath Munna ke shoulders pe, chest tight uske against. Moans uske lips se slip ho rahe the,

"Mmm... Munna... ahhh..."

Munna ki saansen tez thi, lips ab uske neck pe—deep, wet kisses, thoda bite, thoda suck.

"Aah... Munna, please..."

Pranali ki aawaz ka tone ab fully desperate tha, body arch ho rahi thi, door pe jhuki, Munna almost poora uske upar.

Jeep ke andar ab sirf un dono ke moans, lips ki smacking, aur Munna ke rough touch ki awaaz thi. Munna ne ek jerk mein Pranali ka pallu side fenk diya, saree ka front khul gaya, mangalsutra upar slide ho gaya, deep cleavage exposed, aur chest tez saans lene se up-down ho raha tha.

Munna ne aankhon se uska cleavage dekha—chest pe beads of sweat, deep neckline se pura view. Uska haath direct Pranali ke blouse ke andar gaya, uske boobs ko squeeze karte hue. Pranali ke moans aur bold ho gaye,

"Ohhh... yess... Munna... aur karo..."

Jeep ke cabin mein har touch, har kiss amplified lag raha tha—Pranali ka body, uska chest, uske moans, sab raw, wild, and out of control.

Munna ab full animal mode mein tha, lips ab Pranali ke cleavage mein, tongue se licks, teeth se bites, palms se boobs squeeze, aur Pranali—uski saansein tez, body tremble kar rahi thi, nails Munna ke back pe, head back, eyes closed,

"Mmm... Munna... please... aur deep... mujhe chahiye..."

Outside, guards ki gaadi se bass ki beat aa rahi thi, par jeep ke andar sirf unke wild kisses, urgent moans, aur bed control ki thap-thap thi. Saree, blouse, mangalsutra—sab mix ho gaya tha us wild moment mein.

Pranali ab poori tarah Munna ke under, uski property, uski aag—jeep ke andar ab bas ek hi naam gunj raha tha,

"Munna... Munna..."

Jeep ke andar ka scene ab pura animalistic ho chuka tha. Munna ne Pranali ke dono haath ek saath pakad liye, unhe forcefully jeep ki window par spread kar diya. Uske arms tense ho gaye, sleeves thodi slide ho gayi, aur Munna ki aankhen uski soft, sweaty armpits pe atak gayi—us raw khushboo mein usko ek alag hi nasha tha.

Munna ne bina warning ke apni tongue uske armpit ke andar slide ki, thoda lick kiya, thoda suck kiya—Pranali ka pura body jhatak gaya, moan nikal gayi lips se,

“Munna… please…”

Munna ne thoda wild hoke, uske ear ke paas husky voice mein bola,

“Peeche se sabko dikha ke seduce karti hai na tu? Ab dekh, main kya karta hoon…”

Pranali sharm ke maare aankhein band kar gayi, lekin body ne resistance bilkul nahi diya. Uska blouse almost pura khul chuka tha, hooks open, boobs out, nipples hard. Munna ne instantly apne lips uske boobs par laga diye—sucking, biting, tongue se rough play.

Pranali ke moans ab aur wild ho gayi thi,

“Aahh… Munna… itna strong…”

Saans tez ho rahi thi, chest up-down ho raha tha, mangalsutra uske cleavage pe dance kar raha tha.

Munna ke haath ab bhi uske wrists hold kar rahe the, uski body poori tarah Munna ke control mein thi. Jeep ki windows foggy ho chuki thi, cabin mein sirf moans, sucking ki awaz, aur Munna ka raw possessiveness.

Outside, guards ki car se laughter aur music aa raha tha, lekin jeep ke andar sirf ek hi power ka rule chal raha tha—Munna ka.

Pranali ab poori tarah apni sharam, guilt sab bhool chuki thi, sirf us raw, wild feel mein kho gayi thi—poori tarah Munna ki property, poori tarah uske control mein.

Jeep ke andar, air thick thi with heat and desperation. Pranali ka slim yet curvy figure—around 34-28-36, medium height, toned waist, fair glowing skin—was sprawled helplessly across the back seat. Uska blouse almost pura khul chuka tha, boobs full and soft, dusky pink nipples hard ho chuke the, chest pe beads of sweat.

Munna, pura wild mode mein, uske boobs ke saath khel raha tha—kabhi tongue se circles, kabhi lips se deep sucks, kabhi teeth se gentle bites. Pranali ke lips se continuous moans nikal rahe the,

“Aah… Munna… oh god… aur karo…”

Munna ne, bina koi sharam, Pranali ki saree ko waist tak slide kiya, uski panty ko ek jerk mein utar diya, throw kar diya seat pe. Ab Pranali almost naked, sirf khula blouse aur saree ka pallu thoda lapet kar. Munna ne uske dono haath apne belt se seat ke handle par tie kar diye—now she was fully vulnerable, unable to resist, breathless.

Munna ne apni fingers se Pranali ki chut ko stroke kiya—she was dripping wet, already throbbing. Usne chut ke lips ko thoda stretch karke, finger andar gently slide ki, aur soft pressure diya. Pranali ka pura body jhatak gaya, moan uncontrol ho gaya,

“Mmm… Munna… so wet… aur andar jao…”

Usne finger thoda twist kiya, par ek pal mein, achanak window pe zor se "thak thak" hui.

Munna ka mood instantly gussa mein badal gaya,

“Oye, saale! Kya hai? Disturb mat karo, bhaag yahan se!”

par awaz familiar thi.

Munna ne khidki khol ke dekha, aur uske peeche—Kaleen Bhaiya khade the.

Unki aankhen seedha Munna par, phir Pranali par gayi—uski open blouse, tied hands, bare chest, almost naked lower body, breathless face. Saree bikhri hui, mangalsutra neck pe twisted, Pranali ke lips swollen, eyes teary but wild with passion.

Kaleen Bhaiya ke face par ek deadly calm tha—woh sab kuch silently observe kar rahe the.

Unhone kuch nahi bola, bas ek slow, dangerous smirk diya—jaise unka respect Munna ke liye thoda badh gaya ho, ya shayad unka interest Pranali par shift ho gaya ho.

Munna aur Pranali dono ek pal ke liye shock mein—Munna ne apne body ko uske saamne shield kiya, Pranali ne aankhen jhuka li, sharam, dar aur guilt sab kuch ek pal mein mil gaya.

Kaleen Bhaiya ne low voice mein kaha:

“Munna, baad mein mil… abhi kaam khatam kar le, fir aake baat karna.”

Aur woh slowly chal diye, apni hi alag Mirzapur style mein.

Jeep ke andar ab tension abhi bhi thick thi, lekin ek nayi danger ki boond bhi aa chuki thi.

Kaleen Bhaiya ke jaane ke baad jeep ke andar hawa aur bhi garam ho gayi thi—par is baar, Munna ke dil mein ek pal ke liye panic bhi tha, lekin uski aankhon mein junoon ab double ho chuka tha. Pranali abhi bhi shock mein, uski aankhein badi, lips parted, body tremble kar rahi thi—lekin resistance gayab ho chuka tha.

Munna ne ek second ka bhi time waste nahi kiya. Usne Pranali ki tange apni strong arms se wide open kar di—ab she was tied, exposed, fully helpless. Munna ke andar ki wild animal energy ab control ke bahar thi.

Usne apne lund ko, jo abhi tak uski wildness se hard tha, Pranali ki wet chut ke lips pe rub kiya—ek tease, fir bina warning ke, ek hi zabardast, deep thrust mein andar daal diya.

“Aahhh… Munna…!”

Pranali ka moan itna heavy, raw, aur uncontrollable tha ki jeep ke andar ghoonj gaya. Uska chest upar-niche ho raha tha, tied hands seat pe, blouse poora khula, boobs shake ho rahe the har thrust ke saath, aur uski chut already full stretch mein thi.

Munna ne pace aur tez kar diya, har thrust ab full force mein,

“Aaj koi nahi rok sakta, Pranali! Mirzapur ka asli maza aaj dekh…!”

Pranali ke moans ab aur wild, breathless,

“Oh god… Munna… aur hard… main toot rahi hoon…!”

Jeep ki suspension bhi unke rhythm se hilne lagi thi, windows foggy, glass pe sweat ke marks. Munna ne ek haath Pranali ki neck ke peeche daal ke usko apni taraf aur pull kiya, dusre haath se uske boobs ko squeeze karte hue,

“Dekho kaise bikhar rahi hai mere lund pe… sabko pata chal gaya ki ab tu sirf Munna Tripathi ki hai!”

Pranali ki saansen cut rahi thi, body uncontrollable, legs wide open, moans ab almost scream mein badal chuki thi. Uska mangalsutra ab har thrust pe uske cleavage mein jump kar raha tha, nipples rock hard, sweat and pleasure ka perfect mix.

Jeep ke andar ab sirf unke bodies ki thap-thap, wild kissing, aur dirty talk ki gunj thi—Mirzapur ki galiyo ki tarah raw, unfiltered, aur unstoppable.

Munna ab pura lost in pleasure,

“Aaj main tujhe yaad rakhne layak bana dunga, Pranali… Mirzapur mein sabse kadak maal ab sirf mera hai!”

Aur Pranali, us wild, risky madness mein, ab poori tarah Munna ki slave ban chuki thi—no resistance, just raw, animal passion, tied, moaning, and broken by Mirzapur’s wildest son.

Jeep ke andar hawa thick ho chuki thi—sweat, lust, and that dangerous thrill of being caught. Munna ab poori tarah apne wild zone mein tha. Usne Pranali ki tied wrists ko tight hold kiya, tange aur wide open kar di, and with his lund throbbing and rock hard, he started slamming into her with brutal, urgent strokes.

Har thrust mein Munna ki raw power thi,

“Aaj tujhe tod ke hi chhodunga, Pranali…”

uski awaaz guttural thi, every word dripping with control and hunger.

Pranali ki body har jhatke pe hil rahi thi, boobs wild motion mein, blouse khula, nipples exposed, sweat ke beads uske bare skin pe shine kar rahe the. Har stroke pe,

“Aahhh… Munna… aur hard… aur deep…!”

her voice now pure desperation, pure surrender.

Munna ab speed aur force badhata gaya, hips slam karte, uska lund har bar Pranali ki chut ke andar tak jaa raha tha, walls stretched, wetness spread everywhere. Uski breath heavy, body animalistic, ek haath ab Pranali ke throat ke side ko pakad ke thoda control mein rakha, dusre se uska waist squeeze kiya,

“Dekho kaise le rahi hai mera lund… yahi hai Mirzapur ka asli scene!”

Jeep ke andar, bodies ka collision, seat ki squeak, and their mixed, wild moans—the soundscape was pure filth, pure heat, pure danger.

Pranali ab ek dam broken moaning,

“Munna… main… main toot rahi hoon… bas… aur… aur…!”

Her body shook with each hard stroke, her hair wild, mangalsutra swinging with every thrust, sweat mixing with her pleasure.

Munna ne pace aur badhaya,

“Aaj tu sirf meri hai, Pranali—mirzapur ki rani, ab sirf Munna ke saath…”

His thrusts now punishing, almost primal, pushing her right to the edge, over and over.

Jeep ke andar ab kuch bhi gentle nahi tha—sirf hard, relentless, wild fucking, until both of them were just sweat, moans, and the sound of their bodies colliding in the rawest Mirzapur style.

Jeep ke andar ab bas ek hi junoon chal raha tha—Munna ke brutal, relentless thrusts. Sweat dono ki bodies se tapak raha tha, breaths jagged and wild. Pranali ki legs wide open, tied hands seat pe, boobs wild motion mein, har inch pe pleasure aur pain ka perfect mix.

Munna ne pace aur tez kiya, his hips slamming against her,

“Aaj… aaj sab kuch tera andar hi…!”

Pranali ki voice ab sirf broken moans thi,

“Munna… abhi… mujhe chahiye… sab kuch andar…!”

Aur ek final, earth-shattering thrust ke saath, Munna pura lund deep uski chut ke andar push kar diya, body tight ho gayi, aur usne pura load andar discharge kar diya—thick, hot, filling her completely.

Pranali ke andar ek wave of ecstasy aayi, body arch ho gayi, loud scream nikal gayi,

“Aaaahhh… Munna…!”

Kuch seconds ke liye sab kuch still ho gaya—jeep ke andar sirf unki wild heartbeats, sweat ki smell, aur rain ke halki tapping ki awaaz. Munna abhi bhi andar, breathing heavy, body poori tarah exhausted.

Munna ne apne weight ke saath Pranali par collapse kiya, dono tangled together, gasping for air. Pranali ab bhi trembling, sweat aur pleasure ke mixture mein, eyes half closed, chest rapidly rising and falling.

For a moment, outside ki duniya kho gayi thi—andar sirf Munna, Pranali, unka wild passion, aur jeep ke glass pe condensation.

Aaj, Mirzapur ki galiyo mein, Munna ne sabit kar diya tha—Pranali ab sirf uski thi. Aur Pranali? She lay there beneath him, breathless, used, full, aur ek ajeeb si, guilty satisfaction ke saath.

Pranali abhi bhi back seat pe thi, breath heavy, body mein thakan aur guilt dono ka nasha. Usne dheere-dheere apni saree, blouse, aur inner wear sambhalna shuru kiya—haath abhi bhi thode shaky, skin pe abhi bhi Munna ke touch ke red marks, neck aur armpits pe sweat ka sheen, cleavage abhi bhi half exposed, mangalsutra tangled ho chuka tha.

Tabhi jeep ka door khula aur Munna, shirtless, baahar nikal aaya—chest pe fresh scratch marks, lips thode swollen, hair messy. Uska confidence abhi bhi full power par tha, aur body language mein ek Mirzapur king wali raw energy.

Jeep ke side hi, guards ki car khadi thi—lekin wahin kuch feet door Kaleen Bhaiya ki shiny black SUV bhi park thi. Andar se car ka window thoda down tha, aur Kaleen Bhaiya apni usual calm, calculating aankhon se bahar ka scene dekh rahe the.

Jab Munna baahar aaya, Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhen sidha us par gayi—ek second ko uske body language, uske bare chest ko scan kiya. Fir unhone car ke rearview se dekha… aur jeep ke back seat par Pranali ki sexy, almost naked body—woh abhi bhi blouse ke hooks band kar rahi thi, saree dbang karte hue, underarms abhi bhi open, neck pe sweat shine karta, boobs ka outline clearly visible, hips ke curve se saree slip hoti hui.

Kaleen Bhaiya ke lips par ek barely-there smirk aaya, unki aankhen ek pal ke liye linger ki Pranali ke armpits, breasts, aur uske sweat-soaked skin par. Fir calmly unhone apni gaze Munna par fix ki—full authority, full judgement, jaise keh rahe ho: Sab kuch dekha hai, Munna… Mirzapur ka asli game toh ab shuru hoga.

Munna ne bhi Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhon mein aankhein daal di—ek mix of nervousness and defiance ke saath.

Beech ka scene full tension se bhara hua tha—Pranali abhi bhi piche, half-dressed, khud ko jaldi-jaldi cover karne ki koshish karte hue, par sab kuch Kaleen Bhaiya ke silent gaze ke saamne exposed tha.

Aaj sirf Munna ne nahi, Mirzapur ke asli king ne bhi Pranali ki vulnerability, uska raw beauty, aur Munna ki possessiveness ka live show dekh liya tha.

Munna shirtless jeep ke paas khada tha, thoda thakaan, thoda victorious smile. Kaleen Bhaiya ne apni car ka window poora down kiya, unki aankhon mein ek mix tha—gussa bhi, disappointment bhi, aur woh khas Mirzapur king ka control.

Kaleen Bhaiya (voice steady, thoda thanda):

“Yeh sab road pe kya chal raha hai, Munna? Dushman kam hain hamare? Kam theek se hota nahi, chale aiyashi karne! Kaun sambhalega yeh sab agar kal koi musibat aa gayi toh?”

Munna ek pal ke liye chhup ho gaya, aankhen thodi jhuka li, par fir bhi ek chhoti si proud smile nahi rok paya.

Kaleen Bhaiya (thoda sarcasm, aankhen jeep ke piche):

“Woh… yahi hai na, woh bankers wali? Jo tujhko lunch dene aayi thi, party mein bhi dikhi thi?”

Munna:

“Ji, bauji. Wahi hai.”

Kaleen Bhaiya ne ek long, loaded pause li, fir cold, crisp warning di—

“Jo bhi kar, Munna… sambhal kar kar. Ayashi ke chakkar mein kaam mat bhool jana. Agar Mirzapur mein hamari izzat giri na, toh yeh sab passion kisi kaam ka nahi rahega. Dushman sirf bahar nahi, andar bhi ho sakte hain.”

Woh ek pal ke liye ruk gaye, fir gaze sidha jeep ke back window par—jahaan Pranali abhi bhi saree pehan rahi thi, blouse ke hooks lagate, neck pe sweat, aankhen thodi dar se unki taraf dekh rahi thi.

Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhen us par tik gayi—unke chehre par koi smile nahi thi, bas ek silent authority, ek warning jaise: Sab kuch dekha jaa raha hai. Sambhal ke kadam uthao.

Pranali ki aankhen unki aankhon se mili, us pal mein sirf raw exposure, sharm, aur ek anjaani si thrill thi—jaisa Mirzapur ka asli game ab uske liye bhi personal ho gaya ho.

Kaleen Bhaiya ne last look Munna ko diya,

“Chal, kaam pe dhyaan de. Zyada hero mat ban.”

Phir unki SUV slowly wahaan se nikal gayi, lekin jeep ke andar ab bhi us unspoken tension ki tapish chhodi gayi thi—Munna ko bhi, aur Pranali ko bhi.

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Jeep ke back seat par baithe-baithe Pranali ka dil abhi bhi zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Saree aur blouse ab jaldbaazi mein pehne the, mangalsutra tangle ho chuka tha, aur chehra abhi bhi flushed. Uska mind flashback pe flashback de raha tha—Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhen, guards ki comments, sab kuch ab aur bhi real lag raha tha.

“Ab toh Mirzapur ka asli king bhi dekh chuka hai mujhe Munna ke saath. Ab sirf Munna nahi, Kaleen Bhaiya bhi jante hain… shayad poora ka poora circle hi samajh chuka hai ki main Munna ki raat hoon…”

Uske andar ek wave of guilt aayi. “Yeh sab main kar kya rahi hoon? Sab dekh rahe hain, fir bhi rokh nahi paa rahi. Par… sab kuch apne ghar ke liye kar rahi hoon… usne apni aankhen bandh ki, deep saans li, par guilt aur dar dono aur gehra ho gaya.

Tabhi Munna aaya, front seat pe baitha, sidha rearview mein uski aankhon mein dekha. Kuch seconds tak khamoshi thi, sirf engine ki low hum.

Pranali (nervous, low voice):

“Munna… Kaleen Bhaiya ne… sab dekh liya. Kuch problem toh nahi hogi na?”

Munna ne sidha aankhon mein dekha, ek mix of irritation and confidence ke saath,

“Tension mat le, Pranali. Bauji ko sab pata hai—lekin tu ab sirf meri hai. Jab tak main hoon, kuch nahi hoga. Kaam apne jagah, aiyashi apni jagah. Bas tu mujhe aur koi problem na de.”

Uski awaaz mein Mirzapur wali dhamki bhi thi, aur ek possessive comfort bhi. Pranali ne sirf halki si nod di, lips par faint guilt, aankhon mein heavy dar.

Munna ne bina kuch aur bole jeep start ki, aur kuch minute baad bank ke paas Pranali ki scooty ke side mein car rok di.

“Jaa, apne kaam pe ja. Aur koi drama mat kar, samjhi?”

usne last time aankhon mein intense look diya, phir full attitude mein jeep le kar nikal gaya.

Pranali kuch seconds tak vahi khadi rahi, hands trembling, mind mein guilt, fear, aur Mirzapur ka full weight. Phir usne scooty start ki, aur bank ke taraf chali gayi—andar ek ajeeb si feeling, jaise ab poora Mirzapur uske raaz se waakif ho chuka hai.

Kaleen Bhaiya ki SUV smooth road par silently glide kar rahi thi. Andar AC ki thandi hawa, lekin atmosphere mein ek strange heat thi. Driver seat pe Makul, faithful shadow jaisa alert, back mirror se kabhi-kabhi boss ki aankhon ka mood check karta hua.

Kaleen Bhaiya ne khidki ke baahar dekha, fir aankhen band ki, seat pe thoda aaram se lean karte hue bola,

“Makul… us bank wali pe thodi nazar rakhna. Samjhe?”

Makul ne turant,

“Haan bhaiya. Aap tension mat lo. Main khud dekh lunga—ek pal bhi idhar-udhar nahi hone dunga.”

Kaleen Bhaiya ne sirf ek halka sa nod diya, par aankhen ab bhi band thi. Andar hi andar, uske dimaag mein abhi bhi jeep ke woh pal chal rahe the—Pranali ki saree slip hoti, uski bare legs, blouse khulta hua, sweaty armpits, open neck, aur vo moment jab Pranali apne khud ke kapde pehen rahi thi, legs thodi aur open thi. Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhon mein woh poora scene vivid tha—us raw, forbidden sensuality ka flavor ab tak uske system mein tha.

Ek slight, controlled smile uske lips par aa gayi—vo smile jo Mirzapur ke asli king ke chehre pe tab aati hai jab vo kuch khaas soch raha ho. Uske haath ki finger unconsciously steering wheel pe tap karne lagi, aur aankhon ke kone mein ek mischievous spark.

Usne slow sa deep breath li, aur seat mein thoda aur adjust ho gaya—pants ke andar ek unmistakable stir, thoda boner. Par unki aankhon mein ek dangerous calmness thi.

“Ab dekhte hain… Munna ko toh mal mil gaya, par asli game toh ab Kaleen Tripathi hi khelega…”

Makul ne ek last glance mirror mein mara, kaleen bhaiya ke chehre pe woh halki si muskurahat aur focus dekh ke samajh gaya—ab bank wali Pranali ka raasta aur zyada khatarnak hone wala hai.