Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

[Joker44]

Bank ke branch mein din ki roshni thi, par Pranali ke liye aaj sab kuch blur lag raha tha. Munna ke saath subah ka wild session abhi bhi uske body par likha hua tha—slight soreness, bruises hidden beneath her saree, ek ajeeb si heaviness. Uski aankhon mein neend thi, par guilt, fear, aur thoda relief bhi.


Office ke colleagues normal behave kar rahe the—koi personal baat nahi, sab sirf professional mask pehne hue. Par Pranali ko feel ho raha tha ki sab kuch jante hain, ya kam se kam samajh gaye hain ki uska Mirzapur ke kingpin Munna se kuch rishta hai. Uski aankhon mein pehle waali questioning ya jealousy nahi thi—ab sabki aankhon mein ek alag si respect thi, thoda sa dar bhi, thoda sa gossip ka thrill.
Pranali ne aaj apna kaam mechanically kiya—files check ki, customers ke documents sign kiye, laptop pe data entry. Lekin jab bhi usne apni phone ki screen dekhi, Sharad Shukla ke ek ke baad ek message flash ho rahe the:
Sharad:
"Hope you’re okay today. Subah ka weather kaafi garam tha... Mirzapur ki hawa bhi shayad jal gayi hogi ;)"
Pranali ki aankhon mein ek thakaa hua smile aayi. Usne quick reply diya,
"I’m fine. Kaam bhi garam chal raha hai aajkal, personal life se zyada."
Sharad (teasing):
"Accha? Main soch raha tha tumhe office ki thandi hawa mein ek coffee treat du. Tension kam ho jayegi, smile wapas aa jayegi."
Pranali ne pehli baar genuinely smile kiya—woh soft, lost si muskurahat, jo pehle sirf Soham ke saath feel hoti thi. Usne shyly reply kiya,
"Smile chahiye toh coffee ki zarurat nahi, bas tumhare messages milte rahe toh kaafi hai."
Sharad:
"Bas yahi toh main chahta hoon, Pranali. Tum hamesha haste raho. Mirzapur mein bohot dukh hai, tumhare chehre pe khushi dekh ke lagta hai ki abhi bhi kuch sahi ho sakta hai."
Pranali ka dil ek pal ke liye light ho gaya—woh same warmth, woh awkward flirting, woh emotional comfort, jo kabhi Soham ke texts mein milta tha… ab Sharad ke chats mein aane laga tha. Aur uska guilt, pain, even Munna ka wild shadow… sab kuch ek pal ke liye halka ho gaya.
Usne apne kaam pe wapas focus kiya, par lips pe ab bhi woh soft smile thi—ek nayi umeed, ek naya connection, ek chori-chhipe emotional affair ka nasha.

Bank se nikalte hi Pranali ne Shubha ko call kiya.

Voice abhi bhi thodi heavy thi, par she needed to let it out.
“Shubha, aaj subah phir Munna ne… you know… jeep mein. Aur sabne dekh bhi liya… Kaleen Bhaiya bhi. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha—guilt toh hai hi, par… ab Sharad ke messages padhti hoon toh ajeeb sa sukoon milta hai. Uske saath baat karke lagta hai main phir se zinda hoon… pata nahi, yeh sahi hai ya galat.”
Shubha ne slow sigh ke saath kaha,
“Tu zinda hai, Pranali. Bhasad hai, par abhi bhi teri khushi important hai. Lekin, lagta hai tujhe break ki zarurat hai. Maa ke ghar chali ja kuch din—Mumbai ki hawa badal degi.”
Pranali ne turant decide kar liya,
“Haan, sahi bol rahi hai. Main kal subah nikal rahi hoon. Bas, kuch din sab kuch bhool jana chahti hoon.”
Phone band hone ke kuch hi minute baad,
Shubha ne apna loyalty check kiya—aur Soham ko ek secret text bhej diya:
"Bhai, aaj Munna ne Pranali ko phir se choda. Ab lagta hai ghar ja rahi hai kuch din. Plan kaam kar raha hai, dono taraf se—Munna aur Sharad bhi!"
Soham office ke cabin mein baithe-baithe, phone par text padhte hue dheere se hans pada—
"Bingo! Munna bhi use tod raha hai, Sharad bhi line mein hai… Mirzapur meri muthi mein aa raha hai!"

Pranali ne Munna ko call kiya,
Voice soft, thodi uncertain:
“Munna, main kuch din ke liye apne ghar—Mumbai ja rahi hoon. Maa ka mood bhi off hai, toh socha thoda time spend kar lu.”
Munna ne naughty, possessive tone mein bola:
“Jao, lekin zyada din mat lagana. Tumhare bina din nahi guzar raha ab—aur waise bhi, tumhara nasha chadh gaya hai. Jaldi aa jaana, samjhi?”
Pranali ne shiver karte hue softly “hmm” kiya, Munna ki teasing voice abhi bhi uske body mein goosebumps chhod gayi.

Same day evening…
Pranali apni scooty pe, thoda thak ke, home ja rahi thi—tabhi ek smartly dressed aadmi ne road side pe usko roka.
“Madam, yeh aapke liye hai.”
Usne ek small white envelope diya, plain, par thoda heavy feel hua. Pranali ne thoda confuse hoke envelope liya, kuch nahi bola, sirf awkward smile diya.
Signal par ruk ke usne envelope khola—andar ek shining black credit card nikla, saath mein chota sa note:
"For my Queen. Unlimited—jo chaho, jab chaho. – Munna"
Pranali ek second ke liye blank ho gayi—yeh power, yeh control, yeh dikhawa… aur yeh nayi zanjeer. Lekin usne card quietly apne purse mein daal diya, aur heavy heart ke saath apni scooty nikal di—home ki taraf, apni maa ke aangan, thoda sukoon dhoondhne.

Makul apne usual, invisible mode mein tha. Side road pe bike park kar ke, phone pe “casual” scroll, par aankhen poori tarah Pranali ke ghar ke main gate par. Usne Kaleen Bhaiya ko quietly text drop kiya:

“Madam ghar aa gayi. Bag ready lag raha hai. Abhi tak koi activity nahi.”
Andar, Pranali bags pack kar rahi thi—light sarees, thoda jewellery, Aryan ka favourite toy. Soham living room mein, aakhri baar casually poochta hai:
“Pakka jaa rahi ho?”
Pranali ne thoda thak kar smile diya,
“Haan, mummy ko bhi milna hai, Aryan ko bhi thoda break milega. Tu ka tension mat le. 5-6 din mein aa jaungi.”
Soham, mask of concern ke peeche khush, simply nods,
“Theek hai. Safe travel. Mumbai waalon ko bol dena, Mirzapur ki bahu aa rahi hai.”



Next Morning – Mirzapur Station
Platform pe halki bheed thi. Pranali Aryan ko tightly hold kiye, saree aur pallu ka pura dhyaan rakhte hue, apne reserved seat par ja baithi. Ghar se nikalte hi Makul ne discreet distance se pura scene watch kiya—Kaleen Bhaiya ko update mil gaya:
“Madam train mein baith gayi. Child ke saath hai. Mirzapur chhod diya.”
Soham ne aakhri time platform pe khada ho ke Pranali ko goodbye kiya, Aryan ko pyaar se kiss, fir casually ek hand wave. Jaise hi train ne whistle di, Soham ne phone nikala aur ek aur call milaya—Sharad.
Soham (casual but sly):
“Bhai, Pranali Mumbai ja rahi hai, Aryan ke saath. Train abhi nikli hai. Tujhe batana zaruri laga.”
Sharad (phone pe ek short laugh, thoda intrigue):
“Good, ab maza aayega. Driver ko bol diya hai—seedha airport, main bhi Mumbai aa raha hoon.”
Sharad ne phone band kiya, apne favorite sunglasses pehne, car ki backseat mein relaxed style se lean ho gaya.
Mirzapur ki bhasad Mumbai tak le jaunga. Dekhte hain Pranali ka break kitna peaceful rehta hai…

Pranali khidki ke paas Aryan ko lap pe sula kar, sochti rahi—[i]“Aakhir kitne din sukoon rahega? Mirzapur ki shadow toh yahan bhi aa jaayegi…”

Par kuch der ke liye, Aryan ke cheek pe kiss kar ke, eyes close kar li—Mumbai ki taraf, ek nayi kahani, nayi bhasad, aur nayi aazadi ka illusion.[/i]

Local train se utarne ke baad, Aryan ko godi mein sambhalte-sambhalte, Pranali taxi pakad kar familiar galliyon mein pahunch gayi. Building ka rang ab bhi wahi tha, entrance pe security uncle ne pehchaan kar broad smile di,

“Arey, Pranali beti! Kitne din baad?”

Lift se fourth floor pe aate hi, ghar ka darwaza khula tha—andar se uski maa ki awaaz aayi,

“Arrey, aa gayi meri bitiya! Aryan bhi saath hai kya?”

Pranali ne bag side mein rakh diya, Aryan ko mamta se jor se pakad kar andar chali gayi. Uski maa ne turant Aryan ko god mein le liya, uski naani waali khushboo, soft pyaar se cheek pe kiss. Aryan bhi maayke ke comfort mein khilkhilane laga.

Papa drawing room mein newspaper chhod kar turant aa gaye—unhone Pranali ko thoda awkward par proud hug diya.

“Kya haal hai? Bohot slim ho gayi hai tu… Mirzapur ne patla kar diya kya?”

Sab haas pade, pehli baar Pranali bhi heart se muskuraayi.

Tabhi chhoti behen Rhea aayi, full masti mood mein—

“Didi! Tu asli mein aa gayi? Yeh Aryan ko mujhe de… mujhe Insta pe post daalna hai!”

Pranali has padhi, Aryan ko behen ke hawale kar diya, Rhea usse selfies lene lagi—Aryan ke piche piche poore ghar mein.

Maa kitchen se ladoo aur chai le aayi,

“Kuch khaya bhi hai ya seedha yahan aa gayi? Beta, yahan sab apna hai—apne ghar ki hawa le, stress sab bhool ja.”

Papa ne Aryan ko godh mein lekar cartoon channel lagaya, Aryan ek pal mein Mumbai mode mein khush.

Pranali ne finally bag ek kone mein daal diya, hair loose kiye, saree thoda lose ki, aur sofa par legs curl karke baith gayi—ek dum relaxed, ek dum apne logon ke beech. Maa ne haath pakad ke bola,

“Mirzapur bhool ja, kuch din bas yahaan maa ki god mein so.”

Chhoti behen ne gossip shuru kar diya—kaunse actor trending hain, kaunsi web series dekhni hai, kiski shaadi ho gayi, Mumbai ki latest khabar. Pranali ke liye yeh sab ek soothing balm tha—koi questions nahi, koi judgement nahi, sirf family ka warmth.

Raat ko Aryan mummy ke paas so gaya, Pranali terrace par chai lekar khud ke saath baith gayi. She finally breathed—deep, slow, for herself.

“Shayad kuch din yahan main phir se Pranali Sharma ban sakti hoon. Na Munna ki, na Mirzapur ki, na guilt ki…”
Aaj raat, usne phone side pe daal diya—na Munna ka credit card, na Sharad ka message. Sirf apni maa, papa, behen, aur Aryan ka laughter… Mumbai ki sukoon waali hawa, ek pal ke liye asli freedom.


Mumbai ki fresh air aur family warmth ke baad Pranali aaj poori alag energy mein thi. Aryan ko maa ke hawale kiya, ek quick hug diya, aur college ke purane dost se milne ke liye jeans aur fitted pastel top pehna—hair open, minimal makeup, lips par soft pink gloss. She looked younger, lighter, and for the first time in months, unapologetically herself.

Mall ke food court mein, ek table pe baithi coffee sipp kar rahi thi, do dost side mein latest gossip mein busy the. Pranali has rahi thi, achanak uski nazar entrance par padhi… aur uski smile freeze ho gayi.
Woh tha—Sharad Shukla.
Sunglasses, crisp linen shirt, designer jeans, aur Mumbai ki bheed mein bhi ek alag confidence. Jaise hi Pranali ki nazar usse mili, Sharad seedha uski table ki taraf badh gaya, lips pe ek naughty grin.
Sharad:
“Mirzapur se Mumbai tak… coincidence ya kismet, Pranali?”
Pranali ek second ke liye shocked, phir awkward laugh,
“Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Stalking toh nahi kar rahe?”
Sharad (teasing):
“Tumhare liye Mumbai aana pada, aur kya! By the way, jeans-top mein tum… uff, Mirzapur waali saree forget kar do, yahan toh asli bomb lag rahi ho.”
Uski dosti waali dost ek urgent call ka excuse bana ke suddenly uthi,
“Yaar, ek kaam aa gaya. Tum log enjoy karo, I’ll ping you later!”
Aur ek wink ke saath table chhod diya.
Ab table pe sirf Pranali aur Sharad the. Mumbai ke mall ka hustle-bustle unke beech ka tension double kar raha tha.
Sharad (with a soft smile):
“Toh… ab hum dono Mumbai mein, casual, without any baggage. Chalein thoda explore karein? Coffee toh meri treat hai—fir movies, ya beach? You look like you need a real break.”
Pranali ne thoda sharma ke, par aankhon mein new excitement ke saath bola,
“Thik hai, let’s hang out. But no Mirzapur talk, please.”
Sharad (smirk):
“Promise. Aaj bas tum, main… aur Mumbai ki masti.”
Donon side by side mall ki bheed mein kho gaye, ek alag world—Pranali jeans-top mein, thoda nervous but happy, Sharad uski khubsurti mein lost, Mumbai ki crowd ke beech ek naya rishta quietly bloom kar raha tha.


Sharad aur Pranali mall ke bheed se nikal kar coffee shop, phir arcade, phir thoda street shopping—sab kuch filmy aur light-hearted lag raha tha. Pranali jeans-top mein khud ko truly free mehsoos kar rahi thi; Mumbai ki crowd ke beech she could finally laugh out loud, teasing Sharad about his Mumbai driving skills and choice of sunglasses.

Sharad bhi aaj poora charming, every line slightly flirty but with that friend-zone ka comfort,
“Mirzapur ki queen ko Mumbai ka king hi guide karega, warna yeh shehar confuse kar dega!”
Coffee ke baad donon ne Marine Drive ki taraf walk kiya, sea breeze mein baal udte hue, Pranali ne genuinely smile kiya. Sharad ne masti mein uska haath pakda, thoda tease kiya,
“Itna hans rahi ho… pehli baar lag raha hai tum main ho, Pranali. Mirzapur mein toh sirf tension hi thi.”
Pranali ne shy smile ke saath, aankhon mein gratitude ke spark ke saath bola,
“Yahan sab kuch alag hai, Sharad. Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon main waapas jaungi bhi ya nahi…”
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua—Munna calling.
Pranali ne screen dekhi, thoda uncomfortable ho gayi, Sharad ne side glance diya. She picked up,
“Haan, Munna?”
Munna ki voice naughty aur bold,
“Kya kar rahi ho, madam? Missing me? Mumbai mein bhi koi hero mila kya, ya ab bhi sirf Munna ka nasha hai?”
Pranali ne control kiya,
“Main mall mein hoon, friends ke saath. Tum kaise ho?”
Munna ka tease thoda aur bold,
“Bas, yaad aa rahi thi tumhari. Waapas aana jaldi, nahi toh Mumbai mein sab kuch karne ki ijaazat mat samajhna.”
Sharad samajh gaya kaun phone pe hai, usne thoda comic face banaya, lips pe mock jealous pout—Pranali ka tension thoda hil gaya, aankhon mein smile aa gayi. Munna se call khatam kar ke, she let out a sigh.
Sharad (soft, honest):
“Dekho, Pranali… mujhe malum hai tum kis phase mein ho. Main help kar sakta hoon. Agar kabhi chahiye, Mirzapur, Mumbai, jahan bhi—just call me, theek hai?”
Pranali ne instantly head shake kiya,
“Nahi, Sharad. Tum already mere liye kaafi kar chuke ho. Tumhara involved hona… mujhe nahi lagta yeh theek hai. Mujhe nahi chahiye tum kisi bhasad mein phanso, please.”
Sharad ne ek second ke liye uski aankhon mein dekha, then gently, genuinely smile kiya—
“Theek hai, madam. Lekin ek promise karo—kabhi bhi lage, tum akeli ho… toh at least ek text toh kar dena.”
Pranali ne laugh kiya,
“Pakki baat. Aur waise bhi, aaj ka Mumbai date experience, main kabhi nahi bhoolungi!”
Donon ne masti mein selfie li, thoda aur walk kiya, choti choti baaton pe has rahe the. Finally, sunset hone laga, Sharad ne apni car bulayi, and as they drove towards her home, car ke andar ek soft, peaceful silence tha.
House ke corner pe car stop hui.
Sharad ne light sa tease karte hue bola,
“Safe rehna, filhaal Mumbai mein koi Munna type dikh raha ho toh bata dena!”
Pranali ne thoda blush kiya, eyes genuine gratitude se bhari hui—
“Thank you, Sharad. For today. For everything.”
Sharad ne gently hug kiya, not too long, bas enough to say “I’m here.”
“Anytime, Pranali. Aur, Mumbai ki hawa mein khud ko kho ja—Mirzapur ka tension yahin chhod dena.”
Pranali ghar chali gayi, smile karte hue, heart thoda lighter… aur for the first time in ages, hopeful.

Dinner ke baad, Pranali apne bedroom ki balcony mein coffee mug le kar baithi thi. Thakan kam thi, dil halkasa light. Family ki laughter kitchen se aa rahi thi, Aryan apni nani ke saath busy tha. Mobile pe notifications ka soft ping aaya—Sharad.

Usne phone unlock kiya—WhatsApp par ek album. Sharad ne mall aur Marine Drive ki kuch candid pics bheji thi—Pranali ki bina pose waali, khud se chhupi hui genuine smiles, ek picture mein woh coffee sip kar rahi hai, doosre mein sea breeze mein baal ud rahe hain, ek mein woh Sharad ko mock-pout kar rahi hai. Sharad ka message aaya:
Sharad:
"Tu hasti hui sabse acchi lagti hai. Mumbai ne asli Pranali nikal di."
Pranali ki lips par ek real, blush waali smile aa gayi—kuch time baad aaj pehli baar woh apne aap ko kisi ki aankhon se dekh paayi thi, bina guilt ke.
Phir ek aur ping:
Sharad:
"By the way, main bohot accha cook hoon. Dinner try karegi mere haath ka? Safe, casual, main khud banata hoon. Chahiye toh ghar pe Aryan ko chhod dena, full family safe zone hai."
Pranali ne coffee ka ek sip liya, socha—Sharad ke saath comfortable feel karti hoon. Mumbai ki raat, ek trusted friend, safe vibes… harmless hi toh hai, hai na?
Usne casually reply kiya:
Pranali:
"Deal! Tumhare haath ka khana kaunsi Mumbai ki special dish hai? Warning de rahi hoon, main review dene mein strict hoon!"
Sharad (instantly):
"Challenge accepted, madam! 8 baje, address send kar raha hoon. Veg, non-veg, dessert sab milega. Bas tu smile lekar aa jaana."
Pranali ne smile ki, aur phone side par rakh diya. Thodi excitement, thoda thrill, par sabse zyada comfort—jaisa koi purana dost ho, ya ek nayi shuruaat.
Us raat, Mumbai ki hawa aur soft lag rahi thi—ek pal ke liye, guilt, Mirzapur, aur Munna sab piche chhoot gaye.


Pranali apni maa ke room ke door par rukkar halki si smile ke saath bola,

“Maa, aaj dinner pe ja rahi hoon. Ek purane dost ke ghar. Aryan ko mat sambhal lena, late ho sakti hoon.”
Maa ne warm, teasing smile di,
“Beta, tu yahan khush hai toh sab theek hai. Aryan toh apni nani ka hero hai, tu befikr ja.”
Bedroom ke mirror ke saamne, Pranali aaj Mumbai ki raat ko fully live karna chahti thi. Usne ek beautiful, fitted floral dress nikali—sleeveless, pastel colors, thoda above the knee, neckline elegant but thoda bold, pehli baar Mirzapur ki saree se bahar. Baal loose curls mein, soft nude lipstick, halki kajal, dewy blush, aur ek delicate perfume.
Sabse khaas: usne apna mangalsutra—woh Mirzapur wali pehchaan—neend mein se nikala, chest pe gently settle kar diya. Dress ke neckline pe mangalsutra ki black beads aur gold locket shine kar rahe the, ek reminder ki she can be both—modern, confident, aur apni roots wali.
Mirror mein khud ko dekha—kuch seconds tak apni hi aankhon mein hairan thi,
“Itni alag lag rahi hoon… yeh bhi main hoon?”
Face pe ek genuine, thoda nervous, thoda playful smile. Yeh Mumbai Pranali alag thi—thoda bold, thoda cute, thoda sexy.
She grabbed her purse, mobile, quick touch-up, aur heels slip kiye. Taxi ke liye book kiya, jab cab gate pe ruki toh maa ne last time pyar se haath hila diya. Pranali ne Aryan ko kiss kiya,
“Mama aa jayegi, tu so jaana.”
Cab ke backseat mein baithi, dress ke hem ko thoda set kiya, mangalsutra gently adjust kiya. Mumbai ki lights, monsoon breeze, aur uske dil mein ek nayi excitement thi.
Phone pe Sharad ka message blink kar raha tha:
"Waiting… and yes, I’m nervous too. :)"
Car ke window se she watched city lights—jaanthi thi yeh raat normal nahi hone waali, par aaj usne decide kiya tha—“Mujhe ek raat apne liye chahiye.”
Sharad ke house ki taraf cab speed se nikal gayi—ek new chapter, ek nayi Pranali.

Cab ne upscale building ke saamne brake lagayi. Pranali ne ek deep breath li, purse sambhala, aur lift se Sharad ke floor tak aayi. Corridor ka lighting soft tha, har kadam pe ek nayi nervous excitement. She checked her dress, adjusted the mangalsutra, and pressed the bell.

Door khula—Sharad khud, casual jeans, white shirt ki sleeves rolled, thode messy hair, lekin smile mein full warmth.
Usne Pranali ko top to toe dekha, aankhon mein honest wonder—
“Wow… Pranali. Sach bolu toh Mumbai ne tujhe aur bhi stunning bana diya. Mirzapur ki rani se Mumbai ki dreamgirl… what a transformation!”
Pranali thoda blush hui,
“Sharad, bas kar, ab toh dinner bhi nahi diya tune aur itni tareef…”
Sharad ne side step kiya,
“Aao, chef ka masterpiece taste karo!”
Living room mein soft jazz chal raha tha, table pe candles, fresh flowers, aur ek perfectly set dinner. Kitchen se mild masale ki khushboo aa rahi thi.
Sharad ne chair khinch di,
“Aaj ki special menu—Mumbai street-style starters, tumhare liye homemade pasta, aur mainne dessert bhi khud banaya!”
Pranali ne dress ki straps set ki, hair behind ear kiya, aur baithi—mangalsutra chest pe perfectly set. Sharad ki aankhen kabhi dress pe, kabhi mangalsutra pe tik rahi thi, ek sweet respect, ek playful desire.
Dinner ke beech Sharad light, flirty banter karta raha:
“Waise, itne din Mirzapur mein kya miss kiya? Mumbai mein sab allowed hai, ab yahan tum meri guest ho—rules kuch bhi ho sakte hain!”
Pranali smile karte karte laugh out loud ho gayi,
“Yahan safe feel hota hai… aur tumhare haath ka khana bhi waaqai kamaal hai!”
Thodi der baad, Sharad ne soft gaze se poocha:
“Tu sach mein khush hai na, Pranali?”
Us pal Pranali ne sach mein socha—this was the first time in months she felt genuinely light. She nodded,
“Haan… aaj toh hoon. Thank you, Sharad.”
Desert ke time pe, Sharad ne apna classic Sharad-style tease kiya:
“Agar main kehta hoon, kal subah tak yahin ruk jao, toh…?”
He winked, but his eyes me real respect tha—no pressure, just a gentle dare.
Pranali thoda sharma gayi, but aaj she felt safe enough to play along.
“Dekhte hain… tumhari dessert kitni meethi hai!”
Donon ki aankhon mein woh playful tension, ek nayi dosti, ek slow-burning attraction. Night Mumbai ke lights ke saath aur bhi khoobsurat ho gayi.




Dinner ke baad, Mumbai ki balcony pe thandi hawa thi. Candles ki soft roshni, light wine, aur khula sky—Pranali felt more alive than she had in years.

She turned to Sharad, curiosity in her voice,
“Waise tum sach mein yahan kaise? Politics toh Mirzapur ki jaan hai…”
Sharad ne glass swirl karte hue casual tone mein bataya,
“Ek do meetings thi—MLAs, kuch alliances… Mirzapur sirf start hai, Mumbai ki politics alag game hai. Par honestly, main tumhare break ka bhi reason tha. Thoda Mumbai ka sukoon chahiye tha.”
Pranali laugh ki, thoda blush bhi kiya,
“Yahan safe feel hota hai, Sharad. Mirzapur ki hawa hi kuch alag hai… yahan lagta hai jaise main phir se jee sakti hoon.”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein deep, gentle nazar dali, aur wine ka glass uski taraf slide kiya,
“Enjoy karo, yeh night sirf tumhari hai. Baaki sab bhasad, Mirzapur, politics—sab kal ke liye.”
Pranali ne sip li, shoulders drop ho gaye—she laughed more openly, baal udte hue, wine se cheeks red ho gaye. Music mein thoda groove karti, table pe candle light mein aur bhi khoobsurat lag rahi thi.
Dil ke kone mein ek strange peace thi—maybe I’m in love? Or just finally free? Sharad ke saath woh apni guard poori tarah neeche kar chuki thi.
Tabhi Sharad ka phone ring hua.
Usne Pranali ko ek soft “Just a minute” bola, aur balcony se living room mein chala gaya.
Sharad ka face instantly change ho gaya—Mirzapur ke old game mode mein.
Screen par caller ID: Soham.
Sharad ne call pick kiya, voice mein sarcasm aur pride dono:
“Arre Soham! Teri biwi aaj Mumbai mein mere ghar par hai, kya maal lag rahi hai yaar. Full modern look mein, wine pee ke to aur bhi ready lag rahi hai. Aaj toh… sach bolun, poori raat isko tod dunga.”
Uski laugh mein open lust aur Mirzapur ka dikhawa tha.
Soham bhi relaxed tone mein—Mirzapur ke asli villain jaise,
“Bhai, deal yaad rakhna. Jab vo finally chud gayi, toh paise ready rakhio. Par click bhej de, dekhu toh sahi kitni hot lag rahi hai.”
Sharad ne living room ki light mein ek perfect candid click li—Pranali window ke paas, glass mein wine, dress ki straps pe mangalsutra resting, lost in thought. Bina kuch bole pic WhatsApp par drop ki, Soham ne pic dekh ke halki si whistle ki,
“Wah bhai! Yaar, Mirzapur ki simple biwi ab Mumbai ki queen ho gayi hai. Tu kamal karta hai!”
Soham ne phone rakh diya, lips pe dark chuckle—Plan working. Paisa bhi, power bhi, revenge bhi.
Sharad ne phone pocket mein daal diya, mask pehen kar wapas balcony pe aaya. Pranali ab bhi khush thi, aankhon mein innocence, usko bilkul andaza nahi ki she was the center of this dirty deal—ki do mard uski zindagi ko game ki tarah khel rahe hain.
Sharad uski taraf wapas aaya, smile mein warmth, aankhon mein plan.
“Bas kaam ki call thi—chalein dessert try karein? Ya balcony ki hawa mein thoda aur music?”
Pranali ne ek carefree laugh diya,
“Aaj music and masti, bas Mirzapur ki baatein banned!”
Us raat, Mumbai ki balcony pe wine, laughter, thoda dance, aur ek nayi chemistry blossom hui—Pranali ko lag raha tha yeh ek nayi shuruaat hai, jabki asli Mirzapur game ab aur dangerous ho raha tha.

Mumbai—Sharad’s Apartment, Balcony, Night

Sharad ne soft playlist chalu kar diya. Marine Drive ki lights balcony se dikh rahi thi, hawa mein thoda nam, thoda sukoon. Pranali, ab wine ki halki nasha mein, railing pe baithi, bare arms cross karke, dress ke straps shoulder pe slide ho rahe the, mangalsutra ka locket uski collarbone pe softly rest karta.
Sharad uske paas aa kar khada ho gaya, do glasses refill kiye. Uski nazar baar baar Pranali ke khule baalon, aur dress ki neckline pe tik rahi thi—lekin chehre par sirf respect aur ek gentle warmth thi.
Sharad (softly):
“Yahan se Mumbai kuch zyada hi khubsurat lagti hai. Shayad kyunki aaj tu mere saath hai.”
Pranali ne sharmate hue, aankhen chura ke smile kiya. Wine, night, aur Sharad ka soft attention—sab kuch ek hi waqt pe light aur heavy dono lag raha tha.
Pranali:
“Pata hai, Sharad… main jaanti hoon yeh sab galat hai, ya kam se kam complicated… Lekin aaj pehli baar aisa lag raha hai jaise main sach mein kisi par bharosa kar sakti hoon. Tumhare saath main… khud ko bhool sakti hoon.”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein dekha—koee lust nahi, sirf honest, intense longing.
Sharad:
“Tu safe hai, Pranali. Jo bhi chahe, jitna chahe… bas yeh pal tere liye hai.”
Us pal kuch seconds ke liye dono sirf ek dusre ko dekhte rahe—koi heavy breathing, koi rush nahi, sirf ek subtle tension, ek pull jo dono deny nahi kar pa rahe the.
Pranali ne glass table pe rakh diya, balon ko ear ke peeche kiya, aur Sharad ke thoda aur paas aa gayi.
Sharad ne dheere se uska haath pakda, apni ungliyon mein interlock kiya. Pranali ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha, lekin aaj usne resistance nahi ki—she let herself lean in, shoulder uske against rest kar diya.
Sharad (whisper):
“Tujhe koi force nahi karega… main sirf yahin hoon. Bas yeh raat… jaise tu chaahe.”
Pranali ne aankhein band ki, aur apna head Sharad ke shoulder pe rakh diya. Wine ka nasha, balcony ki hawa, Sharad ki warmth—sab kuch ek meetha blur ban gaya.
Sharad ne dheere se uski aankhon ko, phir baalon ko kiss kiya—slow, respectful, longing bhara. Pranali ne shiver kiya, par she didn’t pull away.
Us moment mein, guilt, Mirzapur, Munna—sab kuch peeche chhoot gaya. Sirf woh Mumbai ki raat, balcony ka softness, aur ek nayi chahat thi. Pranali ki aankhon mein khud bhi hairani thi—Kaise koi itni jaldi itna apna lag sakta hai?
Balcony ki railing ke sahare, Pranali aur Sharad close baithe rahe—hands intertwined, slow, shy, and deeply connected. Unspoken words, gentle touch, aur wine ki warmth—yeh raat ka magic tha.

Wine ka nasha ab utar raha tha, lekin balcony ki raat abhi bhi dreamy thi. Marine Drive ke lights door chamak rahe the, hawa mein thodi thandak thi. Pranali Sharad ki baahon mein cozily simat chuki thi, cheek uske chest pe, aankhon mein kuch weight. Sharad ne gently uski baal se khelte hue poocha,

Sharad:
“Kya hua, Pranali? Aaj zyada chup si lag rahi ho…”
Pranali ne ek thandi saans li, phir dheere-dheere sab bol diya—Mirzapur, Munna ka obsession, uska possessiveness, sab kuch… kaise usne use force kiya, kaise kabhi-kabhi vo khud bhi confuse ho gayi, kabhi majboor, kabhi khud guilty. Tears uski aankhon se nikal aaye, voice heavy ho gayi,
“Kabhi kabhi lagta hai main toot chuki hoon, Sharad. Munna ke saath sab kuch zabardasti lagta hai… main sirf ek body ban gayi hoon. Par tumhare saath… main phir se zinda mehsoos karti hoon. Tumhe sab kuch sach bol diya, ab main aur kuch nahi chhupana chahti.”
Sharad ne uski aankhen ponch di, dono haath se uska face gently pakad liya,
“Tu kisi ki property nahi hai, Pranali. Main hoon tere saath, chahe kuch bhi ho.”
Us pal mein, Pranali ne Sharad ki aankhon mein woh care, woh longing dekhi—jisme na Mirzapur ki politics thi, na Munna ka andhera, sirf ek real, raw chahat thi.
She reached up, slowly, and kissed Sharad—first tentatively, then deeply. Sharad ne bhi us kiss ko pura feel kiya, dono ki saansen tez ho gayi, haath ek dusre ki body explore karne lage—gentle but hungry, new lovers ki tarah. Pranali ne Sharad ki shirt ke buttons dheere-dheere open kiye, uski chest ko softly touch kiya. Sharad ne Pranali ke bare arms pe slow kisses diye, collarbone se leke neck tak, wine aur desire ki mix scent un dono ke beech thi.
Balcony ki railing ke sahare, Pranali ne apne aap ko Sharad ki baahon mein surrender kar diya—she pressed closer, arms around his neck, lips on lips, teeth biting, tongue searching. Sharad ne uski dress ki straps shoulder se slide ki, uske back ko bare touch kiya. Pranali ka mangalsutra uske cleavage pe rest karta raha, aur aaj usne us chain ko guilt nahi, bas ek reminder ki tarah mehsoos kiya—ki aaj woh apni marzi se kisi ko apni raat de rahi hai.
Passion, wildness, and first-love-type innocence—sab kuch ek saath. Unke moans Mumbai ki raat mein kho gaye, unke kisses deep hote gaye, dono balcony ke dark corner mein new couple ki tarah fully lost. Pranali ki saansen break ho gayi, Sharad ke touch pe woh tremble karne lagi, aur uske lips se sirf Sharad ka naam nikal aaya—
“Sharad… aaj sirf tumhare liye hoon…”
Us raat, Pranali ne finally guilt ko peeche chhod diya—Sharad ki baahon mein, balcony ki moonlight mein, new lovers ki tarah, full surrender ke saath.



Sharad ki balcony ki hawa ab aur tez lag rahi thi, ya shayad un dono ki saansen tez ho gayi thi. Passionate kiss se start hua moment aur wild ho chuka tha. Sharad ne Pranali ko apni strong arms mein utha liya, uski back thodi arch karte hue seedha living room ke sofa par gently le aaya.

Pranali ab uske neeche thi, uske legs sofa pe curl ho gayi, dress ka strap shoulder se slide ho chuka tha. Sharad ne bina break liye, uske lips ko dubara capture kiya—deep, wet, hungry kisses, lips par bite, tongue ki teasing. Pranali ki soft moans unke beech ka distance aur mita rahi thi.
"Mmm… Sharad…"
Sharad ne lips se nikal kar, Pranali ke ear lobe ko gently lick kiya, fir thoda softly bite kiya. Uske haath ab uski bare arms se neck par, fir collarbone tak travel kar rahe the.
Pranali ka head back ho gaya, uske bal uske face pe aa gaye, uski body pure surrender mode mein thi.
She started unbuttoning Sharad ki shirt, fingers thodi shaky—excitement aur desire ki mix mein. Kabhi lips se bite, kabhi uske shoulder pe soft teeth ka mark. Sharad bhi wild ho chuka tha—usne Pranali ke neck ko thoda aur roughly kiss kiya, ek soft hickey create ki.
Dress ab pura off-shoulder ho chuka tha, neckline niche slide ho gayi thi. Sharad ke haath ab uski bare back par, uski skin ke softness ko trace karte hue. Pranali ki dress thigh tak upar ho gayi thi—uske smooth legs, delicate panty ki line tak, saari skin exposed thi.
Sharad ke haath ab Pranali ki waist, thighs aur hips ko caress kar rahe the. She arched her back, letting him explore, breathing heavy—har touch par uske lips se soft, broken moans nikal rahe the.
"Sharad… I want you…"
Sharad ne apni shirt finally nikal di, bare chest pe Pranali ne nails drag kiye, ek wild, passionate energy ke saath. He bent down, started kissing her chest, collarbone, slowly moving down, while his hands gently traced the curves of her body, lifting her dress higher.
Unki moans, kisses, aur touches—sab kuch Mumbai ki raat ke magic mein kho gaya. Sofa par, ek dusre ko completely explore karte, dono naye lovers ki tarah apne bodies aur feelings ko khol rahe the.



Sharad ne jab Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha, usse instantly samajh aa gaya—aaj Pranali ki aankhon mein ek alag si, wild, khud-se-chahiye energy thi. Uske lips parted, breaths ragged, eyes sparkling with anticipation. Sharad ka dil tez dhadak raha tha—not just at her beauty, but at the realisation ki uski dosti ki biwi aaj apni poori marzi se, khud uske niche thi, ready to give in without any force—just desire.

Sharad ke lips par ek slow, victorious smile aaya. Usne Pranali ka top dheere-dheere upar slide kiya, uski bare stomach, slim waist, aur toned midriff pe haath ghumate hue, top ko poori tarah head ke upar se nikaal diya. Ab Pranali sirf apne bra aur panty mein uske samne thi—sofa pe, dim lights mein, body glowing.
Pranali ne aaj ek sexy, yet simple dark maroon lacy bra pehna tha—deep plunge, soft cups, straps thode thin, perfectly framing her full, natural breasts. Uska cleavage mangalsutra ke saath bold aur tempting lag raha tha. Niche, usne matching maroon bikini-cut panty pehni thi—hips pe snug fit, lacy edges, curves ko hug karti hui, thigh pe ek chhota birthmark dikh raha tha.
Her dress now pooled around her hips, legs open, thoda bent at the knee, sofa par poori tarah relaxed but inviting. Skin par halka sweat, lips swollen from kisses, eyes pure fire—she looked like a dream, wild and free, poori tarah apne passion ke control mein.
Sharad ne ek pal uski body ko slowly dekha, hands lingering on her waist, then hips, then tracing the line of her bra.
"Pagal bana rahi ho, Pranali… ab control nahi ho raha."
Pranali ne bhi, desire bhari smile ke saath, Sharad ko apni taraf kheench liya,
"Aaj main sab kuch chahungi… poora. Sirf tumhara. Abhi."
Unka chemistry ab control ke bahar ho chuka tha—kissing, biting, touching, bodies tangled in the wildest way possible. Sofa par, maroon lace, soft moans, tangled legs—Mumbai ki raat us raat Mirzapur se bhi zyada dangerous, zinda, aur yaadgar ho gayi.