Adultery My Sanskari Wife

[Joker44]

Pregnancy ka doosra mahina chal raha tha. Delhi se Mumbai aana hua tha, Neha ki maa ke ghar kuch din stay karne ke liye. Life ab normal lag rahi thi, lekin andar hi andar—especially Neha ke liye—sab kuch normal se thoda extra slow, thoda zyada heavy tha.

Ek din main bahar kaam se nikla hua tha, aur Neha apni routine shopping ke liye market chali gayi. Humari car bhi us mart ki side se ja rahi thi, toh socha, nikalte nikalte Neha ko pick up kar loon.
Main mart ke andar aaya.
Andar ki bright lighting, rush hour ki thodi si bheed, log apne-apne trolley ke saath. Neha ek aisle ke corner mein khadi thi, apne purse se shopping list nikaal kar groceries ki trolley check kar rahi thi. Ekdum lost apni duniya mein.
Tabhi, kuch steps peechhe se ek familiar si movement dikhi.
Varun.
Uska casual, confident andaaz, wohi steady walk, aur aankhon mein woh muskurahat jo ab tak Neha bhool nahi paayi thi.
Main shelf ke ek side chhup sa gaya, bas observe karte hue.
Varun ki nazar seedhe Neha par gayi, aur ek moment ko usne clearly recognize kiya. Uski aankhon mein pehle ek shock, fir ek teasing glint. Varun seedha Neha ke pass gaya.
Varun:
“Oh ho, Neha! Kya coincidence hai yaar! Trip ke baad yaha milna, wah… Mumbai bhi kitna chhota ho gaya.”
Neha ne ek awkward, forced smile di.
Body language thodi stiff ho gayi, aankhon mein wo nervousness aa gayi jo sirf tab aati hai jab insaan kisi se bachna chahta hai, but escape possible nahi lagta.
Varun ekdum gentleman ki tarah, ek hand pocket mein, dusra trolley pe. Lekin uski eyes…
Ek second ke liye Neha ke bump pe, fir se uski neck aur shoulders…
Woh sab subtle, lekin clear scan tha—Neha bilkul mehsoos kar sakti thi.
Varun:
“By the way… main soch raha tha, agar pata hota ki tu idhar hai toh Kartik ko bhi bula leta. Pure gang reunion ho jaata!”
Uski teasing tone pe Neha ke chehre pe awkwardness double ho gayi. Eyes thodi aur badi ho gayi, ek awkward laugh nikal aayi.
“Ha… haan… coincidence hi hai, I guess.”
Varun friendly tha, outwardly chill, lekin Neha ko clearly lag raha tha ki uske dimaag mein ab bhi kuch “extra” chal raha hai.
Neha ne try kiya ki vo quickly shelves pe busy ho jaaye, but Varun waha se hil hi nahi raha tha.
Uski aankhon ki scan aur teasing energy Neha ko chubh rahi thi.
Neha (thought):
Mujhe bas yahan se nikalna hai. Kaash main Sahil ke saath hoti, ya maa aaj aati shopping ke liye.
Par Varun ab bhi wahi, friendly chat chalate hue.
“Yaar, sach bataun—kabhi socha nahi tha ki tumhe yaha milunga. Waise… kya haal hain? Sab normal?”
Neha ne ek formal tone mein kaha, “Haan, sab theek. Bas routine, pregnancy ka second month chal raha hai… doctor ke check-ups, ghar, sab usual.”
Uski voice low thi, aankhon mein dikh raha tha ki wo aur aage nahi badhana chahti conversation.
Varun ek second ruka. Phir, ek soft teasing smile ke saath bola,
“Waise… trip ke baad se tum aur bhi glow kar rahi ho. I hope… tumhara pati bhi khush hai.”
Ek aisi line, jisme normal bhi tha… aur ek subtle pull bhi tha us raat ki yaadon ka.
Neha thoda ignore karne lagi, apne trolleys ko move karte hue.
Tab Varun ne fir se casual tone mein poocha,
“Kuch important lag raha hai bolne ko. Kya baat thi? Aise hi awkward lag rahi ho aaj.”
Neha thoda confuse, fir bhi bold ho gayi ek second ke liye.
“Varun, actually… ek baat thi, socha tha… but main shayad yahan nahi keh sakti…”
Varun ne instantly bola,
“Toh chalo meri car mein. Bahar baithte hain. Privacy mil jayegi.”
Neha instantly resist karne lagi,
“Nahi, Varun… I don’t think—mujhe ghar jaana hai, maa wait kar rahi hain, aur Sahil bhi aa hi jayega.”
Varun ne confident smile di,
“Don’t worry. Sirf baat hi karni hai. Trust karo, main kuch galat nahi karunga… tum pregnant ho, I respect that.”
Neha abhi bhi doubtful thi. Dil mein wohi confusion, wohi guilt, wohi temptation ka blend. Lekin Varun ki eyes mein ek assurance bhi thi—aur ek woh purani control ki aadat bhi, jisse Neha resist nahi kar paayi thi us raat.
Aakhir, Neha ne ek thoda hesitant sa nod diya.
Varun ke sath mart ke bahar nikli, uski car ki taraf—dil mein mixed feeling: dar, awkwardness, ek ajeeb thrill… aur woh unsaid secret jo dono ke beech ab tak kaanch ki tarah chamak raha tha.



Car ka AC on tha, lekin andar ki hawa thick thi—awkwardness, guilt, and that forbidden thrill jo dono ko pakad ke rakhe hue thi. Neha ka haath uske lap pe tha, fingers restlessly twist ho rahi thi. Varun steering wheel pe relaxed, ek corner ki smile ke saath driving kar raha tha.

Usi waqt maine—Sahil—Neha ko call kiya.
Main: “Neha, kahan ho? Itna time ho gaya…”
Neha ki voice ek dum awkward ho gayi, halki si jhijhak ke saath:
Neha: “Shopping kar rahi hoon… thoda rush hai yahan. Bas kuch hi time mein aa jaungi.”
Usne phone rakh diya—lekin mujhe laga call shayad abhi bhi active hai. Screen par disconnected nahi aaya.
Mere dil mein kuch ched si ho gayi. Intuition jaga—yeh sirf shopping nahi hai.
Tabhi—call ke speaker se aane lagi Varun ki awaaz, uski teasing, uska signature playful tone.
Varun (flirting, teasing):
“Neha… trip ki wo raat yaad hai? Maine socha bhi nahi tha ki ek din tum mujhe wapas aise milogi, especially iss halat mein…”
Uske eyes road pe the, lekin unki intentions sidha Neha pe focused thi.
Neha ki awaaz thodi sharp thi, defensive bhi:
Neha: “Varun, I really don’t want to talk about that night. Kya tumhe samajh nahi aata—main ab wapas normal life jee rahi hoon.”
Varun has diya, confident tone mein:
“Relax, main sirf yaad kar raha hoon. Waise, important kya baat thi? Batao toh sahi.”
Neha ne ek pal socha, fir seedha bold ho gayi:
Neha: “Chalo park chalte hain. Mujhe fresh air chahiye… aur main nahi chahti koi mujhe tumhare saath dekhe. Please, Varun.”
Varun phir se hans pada—woh sab kuch game ki tarah le raha tha, jaise uske liye yeh sirf ek maze ki baat ho.
Varun: “Okay, madam. Jaisa aap kahein.”
Car ne left liya, city ke ek bade park ke side gate par ruki. Park ke andar greenery thi, kayi bushes, old trees, hidden trails, jahan log aksar apni private baatein karne chhup jaate hain.
Varun ne car lock ki, dono park ke andar chale gaye—Neha thodi tense, Varun full masti mein.
Main, Sahil, ab tak quietly peeche-peeche aa raha tha—apni car thoda door park karke, trees ke peeche se shadow mein.
Maine dekha—Varun aur Neha ek path pe ja rahe hain, baat karte hue, phir ek hideout ke corner par ruk gaye.
Bahut saari bushes, thoda shadow, koi nearby nahi tha—perfect spot for secrets.
Main khud close bush ke peeche tha—ab main unki saari baatein sun sakta tha, aur clear dekh bhi sakta tha.
Mere haath kaanp rahe the, dil tez dhadak raha tha, par aankhen ek pal ke liye bhi blink nahi ho rahi thi.
Neha ne deep breath li, fir Varun ki taraf dekha—aankhon mein mixture tha: fear, irritation, ek chhupa hua thrill bhi jo shayad wo khud bhi accept nahi kar pa rahi thi.
Neha: “Varun, mujhe tumse sach mein ek zaroori baat karni thi…”
Varun: (closer aate hue, ek eyebrow raise karke) “Haan bolo, yahan koi sun nahi raha. Mujhe sach mein tumhari confession ka intezaar hai.”
Mujhe—Sahil ko—andar se lag raha tha jaise main kisi movie ka part hoon, live audience, apni hi wife ka doosra chehra dekhte hue.
Un dono ki body language—Neha ka hesitation, Varun ka pushy confidence—sab kuch aankhon ke saamne tha.


Park ke sabse secluded corner mein, dono ek chhote hideout jaisa spot pe the. Neha ke haath abhi bhi thode nervous the, par uski aankhen ek baar mein direct Varun ki aankhon se takra gayi.

Neha:

"Varun, mujhe... ek important baat batani thi."

Varun:

(Smirking, thoda forward lean karta hua)

"Haan haan, yahi toh sunaane bulaya hai? Kya hai aisa?"

Neha ek second ruk gayi, fir bold ho gayi—voice halki, par clearly emotional:

"Main pregnant hoon. Aur... main sure nahi hoon ki... yeh baby tumhara hai ya Sahil ka."

Ek pal ke liye Varun shock mein aaya, fir uske chehre pe ek wide, thrilled smile aa gayi.

Varun:

"Wow! Matlab, possibility hai ki yeh baby MERE genes ka hai? Wah bhabhi, sach bataun toh main toh hamesha yahi chahta tha... ki tumhare andar mera kuch ho."

Neha awkwardly side dekhti hai, lips press karti hai, body slightly turn hoti hai—clearly uncomfortable, thodi sad, thodi guilty, lekin us pal kuch bol nahi paayi.

Varun aage badhta hai, voice ab low aur confident—almost shameless:

"Par Neha, ab jab ho gaya hai toh... you tell me, tumhe kya chahiye? Tumhe problem toh nahi hai na?"

Neha thoda fight karti hai—voice mein emotion aur irritation dono:

"Varun, yeh koi game nahi hai. Main bahut confused hoon. Main Sahil ko hurt nahi karna chahti, main normal rehna chahti hoon... Please, tum aisa react mat karo."

Varun bas laugh karta hai—excited, careless.

"Arre relax! Main toh bas proud hoon ki... tumhe main mil gaya, aur shayad mera baby bhi mil gaya. It's kind of hot, no?"

Phir, bina aur baat ke, Varun ne ek sudden move mein Neha ka haath pakad liya—usko apni taraf khinch liya.

Neha ek pal ke liye resist karti hai, "Varun, mat karo please, public place hai—"

Par Varun ab full animal mode mein aa chuka tha.

Usne Neha ke lips par heavy, hungry kiss press kar diya—deep, forceful, possessive.

Neha ke haath lightly Varun ke chest pe push karte hai, par resistance sirf symbolic hai.

Uski saansen tez ho jaati hain, par wo ek moment mein bas chup ho jaati hai—shocked, emotionally lost, aur internal storm mein doobti hui.

Bush ke peeche main—Sahil—sab kuch dekh raha hoon.

Mera mann rage, confusion, aur excitement se bhar gaya hai.

Ek ajeeb si fire, ek dark thrill, jise na roka jaa sakta hai na accept kiya jaa sakta hai.

Mera body abhi bhi tense hai, heart pounding, breath fast.
Main soch raha hoon—main kya karun? Kuch bolun, ya chup raho? Aur ya... bas dekhta rahun?



Neha:

"Varun, please... koi dekh lega. Ye public park hai. Tumhe samajh nahi aa raha?"
Varun (smiling, voice low, bilkul confident):
"Relax, Neha. Itna kone mein koi nahi aata. Aur tujhe lagta hai main yahan tak aaya sirf baatein karne?"
Neha ka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Uski aankhon mein clearly fear tha, guilt tha, aur ek aisa thrill jo wo khud bhi deny nahi kar sakti thi.
Usne fir bhi push kiya—body tense, par voice ab soft aur helpless ho gayi thi:
"Varun, please... mat karo, main sach mein... yeh galat hai, koi bhi aa sakta hai."
Varun ne uski aankhon mein dekha, ek second ke liye ruka, fir softly uski cheek par kiss kar diya.
"Bas… ek minute ke liye, sab kuch bhool ja. Tum sirf mere saath ho, abhi ke abhi. Koi nahi aayega, trust me."
Neha ke resistance mein ab wo pehli jaisi taqat nahi thi. Uske haath ne Varun ke chest ko push kiya, lekin Varun ne usko dheere se green grass pe lita diya, khud uske upar lean karta hua.
Aas-paas sirf bushes thi, birds ki halki aawaaz aur door door log—lekin yahan sab kuch alag lag raha tha.
Varun ke lips ab Neha ke neck tak aa gaye, uski saans garam thi, aur voice full of that same shameless thrill:
"Tujhe pata hai, kitna hot lag raha hai mujhe ki shaayad mera baby tere andar grow kar raha hai… It’s making me crazy."
Neha ke face pe ek pal ke liye tears aa gaye—par lips quiver kar rahe the.
"Varun… please… koi dekh lega…"
Varun ab bhi unstoppable tha, uski aankhon mein ab sirf ek hi junoon tha—Neha ka submission, us moment mein, open sky ke neeche, puri duniya se chhupkar, lekin thrill ke edge par.
Aur peeche se—bush ke peeche main, Sahil, poori body frozen thi, aankhen screen ki tarah wide open, saans andar atki hui, dil ki dhadkan pure risk mein.
Sab kuch ekdam slow motion lag raha tha—Neha ki aankhon ka darr, Varun ka confidence, aur park ki hawa mein ghoomta hua ek aisa secret, jo shayad kabhi kisi din sachai ke saath samne aayega.


Sahil ab bhi bushes ke peeche chhupa hua tha, saans andar atki hui, aankhen ek second ke liye bhi blink nahi ho rahi thi. Uska pura dhyaan Neha aur Varun par tha.

Wahin park ke kone mein, Varun ne dheere se Neha ke kurte ke buttons khol diye, aur uske boobs ko bahar nikal liya. Varun ne mazaak karte hue bola,
“Tumhare boobs toh aur bhi bade ho gaye hain… pregnancy ka magic hai ya mera pyaar?”
Usne bina ruke Neha ke nipples ko apni zubaan se chaatna shuru kar diya. Neha ki aankhen band ho gayi, lips parted ho gaye, moans nikalne lage—pleasure bhi tha, thoda pain bhi, kyunki uske nipples pregnancy ki wajah se already sensitive the.
Varun alternatingly kabhi soft suck karta, kabhi halka bite, aur har baar Neha ki saans tez ho jaati, body dheere se twitch karne lagti.
Sahil—jo ab bhi sab dekh raha tha—apne aap par control nahi rakh pa raha tha. Uska mann, body, sab kuch excitement se hilne laga.
Wo bas quietly bushes mein apna movement chhupa raha tha, lekin uski aankhon mein fire thi.
Tabhi Varun ne, bina rukhe, Neha ki pant bhi dheere se neeche khinch di.
Wo confidently, haste hue bola,
“Don’t worry, jaldi kar lenge… koi nahi aayega yahan.”
Neha ab helpless thi—saans tez, aankhen moist, aur lips se moans nikl rahe the—ekdum mix of pleasure, shame, aur ek unsaid thrill.
Park ki hawa, bushes ki chhaon, aur teesra insaan—ek dangerous secret—sab us ek moment mein freeze ho gaya tha.




Neha ko ab ye achhe se samajh aa gaya tha ki Varun rukne wala nahi hai. Park ke us chhup spot mein, Varun ne apni pant khol ke apna lund bahar nikal liya. Neha ki nazar us par gayi, toh usne ek gehri saans le li—nervousness bhi thi, anticipation bhi. Uska mann ek pal ko blank ho gaya, body automatically tense ho gayi.

Varun ne uski panty ko bas side se thoda hata diya—poori utari nahi, just enough ki wo easily uski chut dekh sake. Usne Neha ki eyes mein dekhte hue softly bola,
“This is beautiful… always.”
Phir, bina aur wait kiye, Varun ne apna lund dheere se Neha ki chut mein dal diya. Jaise hi wo andar gaya, dono bodies mein ek saath shock wave daud gayi.
Park ke silent kone mein sirf halki moans ki awaaz thi—
Neha ki ragged saansein, soft “ahhh… Varun…”
Varun ka heavy breathing, thoda groan, thoda thrusts ki wet sound.
Varun dheere-dheere pace badhane laga. Kabhi soft strokes, kabhi thoda hard, aur Neha ki body har thrust pe aur sensitive hoti ja rahi thi.
Uske moans ab mix ho gaye the—pleasure, guilt, aur ek weird freedom jo sirf danger ke moments mein aata hai.
Bushes ke peeche, Sahil sab dekh raha tha.
Uska mann aur body dono ek ajnabi fire mein jal rahe the.
Rokne ka bilkul bhi irada nahi tha—wo bas har moment, har awaaz, har expression ko absorb kar raha tha…
Aur usi mein, quietly, apna pleasure enjoy kar raha tha.
Har sound, har moan, aur har secret thrust… park ke us chhote hideout mein, ek aisa raaz ban gaya tha, jo ab kabhi un tino ke beech nahi tootne wala tha.





Park ke kone mein hawa ab bhi chal rahi thi, lekin us chhote hideout ke andar temperature continuously badhta ja raha tha.

Varun ne ek moment ke liye Neha ko dekha, uski aankhon mein wo victory thi jo sirf tab aati hai jab samne waala bilkul toot ke surrender kar de. Pehle toh Neha ka body resist kar raha tha, lekin ab jaise-jaisa Varun ne pace badhaya, Neha ka pleasure barhta gaya. Uska face pehle dar se tight tha, ab dheere-dheere relax hone laga—moist lips parted, aankhen half closed, hair messy, body thoda upar uthti, thoda niche girti, moans ab bina shame ke nikal rahi thi.
Neha:
“Ahh… Varun… slow… ya… no, don’t stop… please…”
Varun ka lund har thrust pe deep ja raha tha, uski hips Neha ki soft thighs se takra rahi thi. Wet sound pure environment ko fill kar rahi thi—ek dum raw, primal. Kabhi thoda fast thrust, kabhi slow—par har movement mein ek controlled madness tha. Uska haath Neha ke waist ko tight pakad ke usse khud ki taraf kheech raha tha, doosra haath kabhi uske boobs ko squeeze karta, kabhi neck pe stroke deta.
Neha ke moans ab khud unhe bhi sunai dene lage the,
“Ohh… haa… aur… aur fast…”
Pleasure ka wave ab uske pure body mein daud raha tha. Uska back arch ho gaya, thighs khud hi spread ho rahi thi, toes curl ho rahe the. Varun ne ek pal ko sirf Neha ka face dekha—us pal mein Neha kisi aur duniya mein thi, just pure ecstasy and surrender.
Park ke us bush ke peeche, Sahil bilkul stone ki tarah still tha—bas ek hi jagah pe baitha, aankhen wide open, haath khud-bakhud apne zip par, slowly apne aap ko touch karte hue. Har second, har moan, har wet slap, uske liye koi fantasy film ki climax ban gaya tha.
Uske mind mein thoughts flash ho rahe the—
“Yeh meri biwi hai. Aur main khud dekh raha hoon jaise koi sapna chal raha ho… aur main jaag bhi nahi raha.”
Neha ka moaning aur badh gaya.
Her breath short, body trembling.
“Varun… main aa rahi hoon… please, don’t stop, don’t stop…”
Varun ne pace aur tez kar diya, uski body sweat se chamak rahi thi, uski eyes Neha ke face pe locked thi—uske expression, uski surrender, uska pleasure, sab kuch absorb kar raha tha.
Sex ke sounds—slap, wet friction, moans, “ahh, haan, yesss”—ab chaaron taraf ghoonj rahe the.
Sahil ka pleasure bhi ab control ke bahar ja raha tha, uska breathing heavy ho gaya, uska focus ab sirf ek hi cheez pe tha—Neha ka face, uski aawaaz, uska orgasm.
Varun ne ek last deep thrust diya—
Neha ne ek wild scream kiya, pura body arch kar diya, climax uske body ko shake kar gaya—
“FUCK… Varun… ohh goddd…”
Aur ussi moment mein Varun bhi andar cum kar gaya, uski saans fast, uska grip tight, uski aankhon mein pride.
Sahil quietly, hidden, apni fantasy ki extreme peak par pahunch chuka tha—ek forbidden, dangerous happiness ke saath.
Neha ab bilkul weak thi, grass par spread, face pe tears aur satisfaction ka mix, Varun ab bhi uske upar heavily breathing.
Park ke us ek kone mein, teen logon ka ek aisa raaz bana, jiska sach sirf hawa jaanti thi—aur ek bush ke peeche chhupa hua ek aadmi.

Varun abhi bhi Neha ke upar tha, saans tez thi, body thak chuki thi, lekin aankhon mein wo hi victorious glint. Ek last thrust ke saath usne Neha ki pussy ko phir se apne cum se bhar diya—poora, warm, heavy.

Usne Neha ke lips pe ek possessive kiss diya, fir thoda peeche hatke use dekhte hue, aankhon mein ek lazy smile ke saath bola,
“Main almost confirm hoon… yeh baby mera hi hai.”
Phir usne halki si hasi maari, jaise koi mischievous bachcha ho.
Neha ka chehra ab guilt se bhar gaya tha—ek aur nayi line cross ho gayi thi, ek aur daag jud gaya tha uske dil pe. Mujhe yeh nahi karna chahiye tha, main already pregnant hoon… main dobara apne pati ko cheat kar gayi hoon. Ye thought uske dimaag mein ek dark cloud ki tarah ghoom raha tha.
Neha ne jaldi se apna dress theek kiya, hair set kiya, aankhon mein gusse ki jhalak laayi, aur Varun ko ek deadly stare diya.
“Main jaa rahi hoon. Aur dobara meri zindagi mein mat dikhna.”
Varun ne jaise sab lightly liya, ek side se hansi aayi,
“Aree chhod doonga yaar… lekin… agar kabhi zarurat ho toh…”
Usne apna card Neha ke bag mein quietly daal diya—mera number, agar kabhi yaad aaye toh call kar lena.
Neha ne aur zyada gusse mein bola,
“Koi zarurat nahi hai. Mujhe kuch nahi chahiye tumse.”
Aur bina aur kuch kahe, Neha almost run karte hue park se nikal gayi. Her body still trembling, mind mein guilt aur confusion ka cyclone.
Bush ke peeche, Sahil ka poora andar ka world hil gaya tha.
Wo ab bhi stunned tha—ek hi pal mein pleasure bhi mehsoos kiya, dusre pal mein guilt bhi.
Main waha tha, sab dekha… par main ne kuch nahi kiya. Main ne apni biwi ko nahi bachaya… kyun? Mujhe maza bhi aaya, par… main kuch kar nahi saka.
Usne quietly bush ke peeche se nikal kar dusre side se apni car le li, bina kisi ko dikhaye, bina kisi ko dekhe, slowly wapas ghar chala gaya.
Neha bhi road ke ek kone pe khadi thi, ghabrahat, guilt aur sharm ke beech—car ka wait karte hue, aankhon mein aansu, lips pe silent curse.
Us din se dono—Neha aur Sahil—andar hi andar ek naya bojh leke jeene lage.
Ek raaz jo un dono ko hamesha yaad dilata raha:
Kabhi kabhi sab kuch dekh lena bhi… sab kuch kar lena nahi hota.




Neha ka dil ab bhi fast beat kar raha tha jab wo finally ghar pahunchi. Andar enter karte hi, seedha Sahil ke pass gayi aur use tight hug kar liya—jaise poore din ki tension, guilt, aur storm ko uske arms mein bandhna chahti ho.

Sahil ne surprise se Neha ko hold kiya. Uski aankhen pyaar se chamak uthi. Dheere se uske head pe haath rakhte hue bola,
“Yeh kya hai? Kya laga hua hai baalon mein?”
Neha ne awkward si smile di, apne baal ko touch kiya—
“Pata nahi, shayad park ke ped se koi patta gir gaya hoga. Sir pe lag gaya… pata bhi nahi chala.”
Sahil ne softly uske baalon se patta hata diya.
Dono ek pal ke liye ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekh kar hans pade—as if nothing ever happened, as if today was just another ordinary day.
Neha ne kuch pal ke liye Sahil ki warmth absorb ki—trying to drown all that guilt and confusion. Usne apne aap se vaada kiya—
“Mujhe apne baby aur apne pati ke liye strong rehna hai. Jo ho gaya, usse bhoolna hai…”
Baad mein, jab Neha apna purse rakh rahi thi, uski nazar andar padhe ek chhote white card pe gayi—Varun ka business card, neatly tucked.
Ek second ke liye uska haath card ke kone ko pakad ke, thoda crumple karne laga—man tha ki phaad de, sab kuch khatam kar de.
Par phir…
Usne card seedha kar diya, ek long sigh li, aur purse ke ek hidden pocket mein daal diya.
Us pal Neha ko samajh aa gaya tha—life ke kuch raaz, kuch guilt, kabhi kabhi sirf chup reh jaate hain.
Unhe na phaadna hota hai, na sambhalna… bas kahin chhupa dena hota hai.
Dikhawa, hansna, aur pyar… sab wapas routine mein aa gaya.
Lekin, ek chhupa hua card, ek chhupi hui aankh, aur ek nayi life… sab ek naye chapter ki tarah andar hi andar palne lage.