Adultery My Sanskari Wife

[Joker44]

Shimla trip ke baad jab Sahil aur Neha ghar wapas aaye, sab kuch usual laga… par andar se dono badal chuke the.

Apartment mein sab kuch wahi tha—neat drawing room, cozy bedroom, unka shared closet, kitchen mein Neha ke hath ka masaledar smell.
Lekin Neha ab har cheez mein zyada tender thi—jaise har movement ek silent apology ho, aur har smile ek naya wada.
Neha subah uthti toh Sahil ke liye chai ready hoti, towel nikal ke rakhti, aur jab wo office ready hota, toh uski tie khud bandhti.
Aankhon mein ab wo pyaar tha jo thoda sharmaata bhi tha, par chup rehke aur zyada keh jaata tha.
Ek din Sahil shaving kar raha tha bathroom mein, Neha peechhe se aayi, uski shirt press karte-karte uske kandhe par haath rakha.
Neha: (soft tone mein)
“Tumhare bina main adhoori hoon... par ab main tumse aur bhi zyada judi hoon.”
Sahil ne aankhon mein aankhon daal ke dekha, kuch nahi bola—bas halki si muskaan di.
Uske andar ka "cuck fantasy fulfillment" quietly wapas flash hua… Varun ka touch, Kartik ka smirk, Neha ka moaning face—aur sab kuch real tha… koi script nahi. Unfiltered. Undeniable.
Lekin is fantasy ka best part tha—Neha ab uski thi. Puri tarah.
Us experience ke baad usne Sahil ko aur zyada pyar diya. Aur zyada samjha.

Raat ko jab Neha apna nighty pehenti—light pink satin ka, ya kabhi plain cotton ka—Sahil usse nayi nazar se dekhta.
Ab uski har movement mein ek spark tha.
Jab Neha chadar ke andar uske chest pe haath rakhti thi, toh Sahil ka mann race kar jaata tha.
Na jealousy thi, na insecurity.
Sirf ek thrill tha… mera hi toh hai yeh sab. Woh sab dekh kar bhi yeh pal meri hi god mein lautta hai.
Neha ko bhi ye change mehsoos hota.
Kabhi kabhi uski aankhon mein pyaar ke saath ek quiet respect bhi hota tha. Jaise wo Sahil ke silence ko thank kar rahi ho—ki usne judge nahi kiya. Pyaar kam nahi kiya. Aur mujhe wapas apnaya.
Ek raat, Neha ne cuddle karte hue poocha:
Neha:
“Sahi mein… tumne kuch mehsoos nahi kiya tha trip mein? Strange ya… hurt?”
Sahil: (smiling, uske baal mein ungli chalate hue)
“Mehsoos sab kuch kiya…
Par sabse zyada yeh mehsoos kiya ki main tumse pyaar karta hoon.
Aur tum wapas mere paas ho, bas yahi kafi hai.”
Neha ka dil bhar aaya.
Usne uska haath pakda, kiss kiya, aur raat bhar uske chest pe cheek rakh kar soti rahi—jaise wo sab kuch sahil ke heartbeat mein ghula rahi ho.

Sahil ka mann ab peaceful tha.
Uska fantasy pura ho gaya tha… real life mein, bina kisi cheating ya dikhawa ke.
Aur sabse best part—Neha ke pyaar mein koi kami nahi aayi thi.
Aksar Sahil apne laptop screen pe blank stare leke, uss tent ki yaadon mein kho jaata…
aur tab Neha aake uski peeth dabati thi, bina kuch puche… jaise woh sab jaanti ho.
Uske liye ab pyaar ka matlab tha—ek aisi aurat jise sab jaane ke baad bhi pyaar karna aur paana.
Aur fantasy ka matlab tha—uske real pyaar ko aur gehra bana dena.





Ek mahina beet gaya tha Shimla ke us ajeeb, yaadon se bhare safar ko. Ghar wapas lautne ke baad se Neha ne khud ko poori tarah se Sahil ki patni hone mein dubo diya tha. Har din uske pyar aur care mein wo khud ko itna bhula deti thi ki kabhi kabhi us raat ki yaadein ek sirf khwabon jaise lagne lagti thi—ek aisa sapna jo kabhi hua hi na ho.

Ek subah jab Neha bathroom mein mirror ke saamne khadi thi, uski aankhen uske khud ke reflection par ja tiki. Kuch ajeeb sa mehsoos kar rahi thi—thodi weakness, halka dizziness. Ek ajeeb si bechaini bhi thi dil mein, jo usse samajh nahi aa rahi thi. Tabhi uska dhyaan gaya ki uska period iss baar unusually late ho gaya hai. Dil ki dhadkan tej ho gayi.
Kya ho sakta hai…? Usne khud se hi poocha, lekin dil us sach ko samajhne laga tha jo uska dimag abhi clearly nahi maan raha tha. Usne bathroom cabinet khola aur waha pe rakha pregnancy test kit bahar nikala—uske haathon mein halka sa kampan tha, mann mein ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.
Paanch minute usne bathroom mein khadi hokar us plastic stick ko dekha, uski aankhen jhuki hui thi. Aur jab usne phir se us par nazar daali, uska saara shaque reality mein badal gaya—do lines, bilkul clearly nazar aa rahi thi.
Woh maa banne wali thi.
Khushi ki ek lahari uske dil ko bhar gayi—ek maasoom khushi, ek new life ka gift jo har aurat ko andar se poora kar deta hai. Par us khushi ke saath hi ek dark, uncomfortable sawal bhi uske andar uth raha tha, jo wo khud se bhi kehne se ghabra rahi thi—ye bachcha... kiska hai?
Us pal uske dimaag mein ek dum se wo dono chehre flash hue—Varun aur Kartik. Un dono ki wo touch, wo passion, wo heated moments jab unhone baar-baar uske andar apna pyaar—apna junoon bhara tha. Unka cum uske andar tha, baar-baar, be-rok tok… bina kisi rok-tham ke.
Aur Sahil… jo uska pati tha, uska sachcha pyaar tha, jisne sab kuch jaan ke bhi usko fir se accept kiya tha. Sahil, jiske saath wo ab roz jee rahi thi ek khushhaal zindagi.
Neha bathroom se bahar aayi, uske chehre par ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Sahil breakfast table pe chai pee raha tha, peacefully apne phone pe emails scroll kar raha tha.
"Baby," Neha ki awaaz halki thi, thodi kaanp bhi rahi thi, "ek baat batani hai."
Sahil ne nazar utha ke dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek soft si warmth thi, usne phone side rakh diya.
"Haan Neha, bolo kya hua?" Uski smile gentle thi, kuch bhi andesha nahi tha uske expression mein.
Neha ne gehri saans li. "Main…main pregnant hoon."
Ek pal ko Sahil bilkul chup ho gaya. Uski aankhon mein surprise, khushi, disbelief sab ek saath nazar aaya. Phir usne muskurate hue Neha ka haath pakda aur kaha, "Sach mein Neha? Tum mujhe papa bana rahi ho? Ye…ye toh sabse bada surprise hai meri zindagi ka."
Neha ne bhi muskurane ki koshish ki, par uski aankhon mein ek chhupi hui bechaini thi jo Sahil ne nahi dekhi. Woh usko gale laga kar khushiyan mana raha tha, lekin uska dil baar-baar pooch raha tha—ye bachcha Sahil ka hai ya Varun ya Kartik ka?
Sahil uske kandhe par sir rakhe hue soch raha tha, uski aankhon mein bhi dheere-dheere wahi sawaal ubhar raha tha—un dono ka chehra, unka control, aur usne jis khamoshi se wo sab dekha tha. Lekin ab uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa, quiet excitement bhi tha—ye confusion, ye uncertainty ek tarah se uski fantasy ko poora kar raha tha, jo usne kabhi openly nahi boli thi.
Us din dono ka behavior bilkul normal raha—upar se dono khush the, excited the. Sahil uska zyada khayal rakh raha tha, uske kandhe daba raha tha, usko pyaar se khana khila raha tha. Neha bhi khush thi, par jab bhi wo akeli hoti, wo bathroom ke mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar apni aankhon mein dekhti, aur uske andar ka wo sawal dobara usko kaat jaata:
Ye bachcha…kaun hai iska asli pita?
Aur ye sawal us din ke baad se un dono ki khushiyon ke neeche chhip kar ek ajeeb se raaz ki tarah reh gaya—jo un dono ko bahar se ek saath la raha tha, lekin andar se har din un dono ko ek alag-alag raaste par le ja raha tha.