Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

[Joker44]

Jese hi Pranali ghar pahunchi, Aryan ne seedha door pe daud lagayi.
“Mummaaaa!”
Aryan ne uski legs pakad li, chhota face poora smile se bright. Pranali ne usko god mein utha liya, tightly hug kiya, aur cheek pe bohot saara pyaar barsa diya.
“Sorry baby, mumma ne tujhe akela chhod diya kal. Miss kiya mujhe?”
Aryan ne seedha lips pe ek wet, chhota sa kiss de diya—“Bohot zyada, mumma!”
Pranali ki aankhen khushi se bhar gayi.
Usne Aryan ko sofa pe bitha diya, college ki stories sunte sunte ek pal ke liye guilt bhi aaya, par us din ki happiness sab kuch overpower kar gayi.
Thodi der baad, Pranali apne room mein gayi—bag bed pe daala, mirror ke saamne khud ko dekha. Baal messy, lips thode swollen, aankhon mein naya glow. Lekin jaise hi neckline pe nazar gayi, vo ek dum blush ho gayi—neck aur collarbone pe deep bite marks, thoda red, thoda purple. Chest pe bhi, strap se nikalte hi clear signs the—Sharad ka passion.
Usi waqt, choti behen Rhea room mein aayi—poori filmy tone mein,
“Oho! Didi, aaj toh lag raha hai puri raat kisi ke saath dhamal macha ke aa rahi ho!”
Pranali ne fake gussa dikha ke bola,
“Chup kar, pagal! Kuch bhi mat bol, tere jiju sun lenge toh kya sochenge?”
Rhea zor se hans padi,
“Mujhe toh sab dikh raha hai—waise glow toh badi mast aa rahi hai aajkal!”
Teasing face banate hue chali gayi, leaving Pranali red-faced, hair brush karte hue apne reflection ko dekhte—bite marks ki memories aur raat ki wildness phir se flash ho gayi.
Ek pal ke liye, usne collar pe hand rakha, blush karte, aankhon mein ek dreamy smile ke saath socha,
“Yeh marks, yeh feeling, yeh raat… mujhe hamesha yaad rahegi.”



Lunch table pe sab saath baithe the. Aryan apni nani ke saath masti kar raha tha, papa Sunday news padh rahe the, aur chhoti behen stories suna rahi thi. Pranali ne Aryan ko khilaya, khud bhi ghar ke khane ka maza liya—ghar ki dal-chawal, sabzi, salad, mummy ke haath ka achar, sab kuch comfort jaisa lag raha tha.
Khana khatam hote hi, Pranali apne phone le kar balcony mein chali gayi. Soham ko call kiya—do rings mein hi utha liya.
“Hi Soham, sab theek hai na wahan?”
Soham:
“Sab badhiya hai. Aryan theek hai?”
Pranali:
“Haan, Aryan toh bindaas hai! Main soch rahi hoon kuch din aur rukh jaaun, mummy ka health thoda low hai—shayad 10-15 din lag jayenge.”
Soham:
“Okay, koi tension nahi. Take care. Need kuch bhi ho toh bol dena.”
Pranali:
“Thanks. Tum bhi apna dhyaan rakhna.”
Short, formal sa conversation, Pranali ko andar se relief mila—no questions, no drama.
Fir usne WhatsApp par Munna ko message kiya:
"My mom is sick, kuch din late aaungi Mirzapur. Aryan bhi yahin rahega abhi."
Munna ne instant reply kiya,
“Jyada mat tadpana mujhe. Wapas aayi toh chhodunga nahi, poori raat lunga!”
Sath mein wink emoji bheja.
Pranali ne mazaak mein ek kissing emoji bheji,
“Aapko miss karungi ;)”
Munna ne turant bold ho kar pucha,
“Ek selfi bhej, abhi dekhna hai tujhe.”
Pranali ne quickly apne room mein jaa ke ek cute sa selfie liya—simple top, halki smile, lips thode pink, aankhon mein thoda sharm. Munna ko bhej diya.
Munna ne typing karte hue likha,
“Aaj raat mujhe phone par mil, full naked dekhna hai tujhe. Available rehna, ready rehna!”
Pranali ne smiley bheja,
“Okay, let’s connect at night.”
Phone side pe daal diya, heart light ho gaya—main Mirzapur wapas jaa sakti thi, par Mumbai mein kuch aur hi nasha hai… aur Sharad bhi yahin hai!
She went back to Aryan, usko pyaar se hug kiya, aur socha—
“Yeh kuch din aur… sirf mere liye.”


Khana khatam karke Pranali apne room mein gayi, wardrobe khol ke confused ho gayi,
“Kya pehnu? Jeans ya kuch cute? Mujhe khud samajh nahi aa raha…”
Tabhi Rhea entry maar gayi—ekdum detective mode mein,
“Didi, date pe jaa rahi ho kya? Itna soch kyun rahi ho?”
Pranali ne quickly mana kiya,
“Pagal hai kya! Koi date nahi, bas thoda ghoomna hai.”
Rhea ne wardrobe se ek cute, slightly short, floral dress nikali,
“Yeh pehen! Bahut cute lagegi. Waise, tujhe help chahiye toh bol de, main make-up bhi kar dungi.”
Pranali thoda blush karte hue,
“Pata nahi… thoda zyada hi short toh nahi?”
Rhea ne teasing smile ke saath bola,
“Didi, Mumbai mein hai, yahan sab chalta hai! Waise bhi, aajkal toh lag hi raha hai koi special hai. Chal bata na, koi BF hai kya?”
Pranali ne sharmate hue,
“Arey, kuch bhi mat bol. Bas dost hai, accha lagta hai saath mein time spend karna.”
Rhea full gossip mode pe aa gayi,
“Accha, accha… toh kal raat ka kya scene tha? Subah toh lag hi raha tha didi puri raat kisi ke saath thi…”
Pranali ekdum red ho gayi, face pe pillow rakh liya,
“Chup kar, Rhea! Tere jiju kya sochenge, zyada mat bol!”
Rhea hans padi,
“Woh toh Mirzapur mein akele hai, aur aap yahan BF ke saath party kar rahi ho! Wah didi, kamaal nikal gayi! Mujhe laga tu seedhi hai, lekin tu toh full on fun mode pe hai!”
Pranali has ke, thoda sa pillow uske upar fenk diya,
“Tu toh sab kuch ulta sochti hai! Main seedhi hi hoon, bas life mein thoda khush ho rahi hoon yahan.”
Rhea ne aankh maari,
“Mujhe sab pata hai, didi. Waise, bata na, kaunsa type hai tera yeh friend? Cute, smart, ya wild?”
Pranali ne shyly bola,
“Thoda alag hai… smart bhi hai, caring bhi, thoda naughty, par uske saath main safe feel karti hoon. Aur kabhi-kabhi lagta hai… bas usi ke saath rehna hai.”
Rhea dreamy face banate hue,
“Awww, didi in love! Waise tu blush toh kuch zyada hi kar rahi hai aaj!”
Thodi der dono ne fun gossip ki—celeb crushes, college ki stories, latest makeup trends. Fir Rhea ne Pranali ke face pe thoda light make-up lagaya, lips pe soft pink tint, aankhon mein thoda kajal, aur baal ko loose curls de diye.
Rhea:
“Perfect! Ab lag raha hai ki Mumbai ki party queen hai. Bhool ja Mirzapur waali didi, yahan boss tu shine karegi!”
Pranali ne mirror mein khud ko dekha, ek pal ke liye believe nahi kar paayi—she looked young, cute, aur thodi si sexy.
“Thanks, Rhea! Bas, mummy ko mat bolna itna taiyyar hoon, warna sawaal karengi!”
Rhea ne wink kiya,
“Don’t worry, meri lips sealed!”
Pranali dress pehn ke, light perfume laga ke ready ho gayi, heart mein naye excitement ke saath—aaj ki shaam, sirf apne liye.


Pranali ne Rhea ke diye hue floral dress pehna—soft pastel color, knee-length, sleeveless with a slightly flared skirt. Dress ki neckline elegant thi, bas thoda playful, aur uske slim waist ko perfectly highlight kar rahi thi. Mangalsutra neckline ke beech mein shine kar raha tha, giving her a unique blend of “desi meets Mumbai chic.” Usne light makeup kiya tha, cheeks pe blush, lips soft pink, baal loose curls mein—ek dum fresh, vibrant, and cute, with a touch of new-city boldness.
Rhea bhi equally stylish thi—usne high-waisted denim shorts pehne, crop white top with little ruffle sleeves, sneakers, and big hoops in her ears. Uska look total Gen Z cool tha, ponytail tight, eyes lined with kohl, lips pe a pop of gloss. Dono behne ek dusre ko dekhke ek second ki silent appreciation kar rahi thi—we look awesome today!
Pranali ne Aryan ko pyaar se hug diya,
“Beta, main raat ko aaungi, Nani ke saath dinner khana, okay?”
Aryan ne smile ke saath sir hilaya,
“Mumma, jaldi aana!”
Maa kitchen se bol rahi thi,
“Beta, sambhal ke jaana, Rhea bhi neeche ja rahi hai toh saath chale jaana.”
Stairs pe dono behne ek saath utar rahi thi—Rhea ne teasing tone mein,
“Did, tu sach mein date pe jaa rahi hai na? Waise tujhe aaj dekhke toh Mirzapur ki saari aunties shock ho jayengi!”
Pranali ne haske usko pinch diya,
“Chup kar! Aur koi bhi silly baat mat karna, okay?”
Bahar aate hi, corner mein ek black luxury car khadi thi—Sharad apne phone pe busy, dark jeans, crisp shirt, sleeves rolled, sunglasses head pe, pure “big city boss” vibes. Jaise hi Pranali aur Rhea uski taraf bade, Sharad ne phone pocket mein daala, smile ke saath seedha khada ho gaya.
Rhea ki aankhon mein instant sparkle aa gayi,
“Wow did, agar yeh tera BF hai toh jiju ke peeche sab chalta hai! Kya car hai, kya entry hai!”
Pranali ne usko softly pinch kar diya,
“Chup Rhea, behave!”
Sharad ne aage badhkar politely Rhea ko greet kiya,
“Hi, I’m Sharad. Tum dono bahut pretty lag rahi ho aaj!”
Pranali ne introduce karaya,
“Sharad, yeh meri choti behen Rhea. Rhea, yeh… Sharad.”
Rhea ne thoda filmy smile ke saath handshake kiya,
“Nice to meet you, Sharad bhaiya!”
Sharad ne gently bola,
“Thank you, Rhea. Hum log tumhe drop kar dete hain, waise bhi main aur Pranali udhar hi ja rahe hain.”
Rhea instantly agree kar gayi,
“Oh wow, free luxury ride? Kaun mana karega!”
Car ka back door open hua, Rhea comfortably baith gayi, music ka volume thoda set kiya. Pranali aur Sharad front seats pe aake baith gaye. Sharad ne rearview mirror se ek smile exchange ki—Pranali thoda blush kar gayi, Rhea ne peechhe se teasing wink kiya.
Car smoothly Mumbai ki roads pe chal padi—andar AC ki thandak, baahar shaam ki bheed, aur andar ek nayi energy.
Rhea, peechhe se,
“Did, next time mujhe bhi aise date pe le jaana, Sharad bhaiya best host hai!”
Sharad laugh karte hue,
“Koi problem nahi, anytime. Waise, mujhe laga aaj girls’ night out hai, main toh third wheel hoon!”
Pranali ne playfully tease kiya,
“Third wheel toh tabhi banoge jab Rhea date pe chali jaaye, abhi toh tu full VIP hai!”
Teenon has pade, car mein ek soft, happy vibe thi—jaise purani tension ka koi naam-o-nishaan hi na ho.





Sharad ki luxury car Mumbai ki bheed bhari roads pe smoothly glide kar rahi thi. Pranali front seat par, fresh but thoda nervous, aaj ke liye extra care se ready ho kar nikli thi. Rhea backseat pe, apne phone pe scroll karti dikh rahi thi, lekin un dono pe nazar tikaye hui thi—ekdum detective mode mein.
Ek do minute ki silence ke baad, Rhea ne pehli bomb phoda:
“Didi, aaj toh lag raha hai ekdum heroine ban ke nikli ho! Aur waise bhi, subah jab tum ghar aayi na… mujhe laga tumhari chal hi alag thi.”
Pranali thoda panic ho gayi,
“Kya bakwaas, Rhea! Main toh normal thi.”
Rhea, totally ignoring her denial, Sharad ko mirror se dekhte hue tease karne lagi,
“Sharad bhaiya, aapko pata hai, didi ne aaj subah Aryan se milte hi bol diya, ‘beta, mumma thodi late ho gayi, so gayi thi’. Par mujhe toh lag raha tha didi ki walk mein kuch ‘royal’ effect tha—Mirzapur se seedha Mumbai ki queen ban gayi!”
Sharad, barely holding in his laughter,
“Aapki didi ka swag toh waise bhi alag hai, lekin aaj… shayad Mumbai ne kuch naya sikha diya!”
Rhea ne Pranali ko mischievous eyes se dekha,
“Waise didi, sach sach batao… poori raat Sharad bhaiya ke saath thi na? Itna glow aur blush toh main kabhi nahi dekha!”
Pranali ka face poora laal ho gaya, vo bus balon se apna face chhupane lagi,
“Rhea, please… kuch bhi mat bolo!”
Rhea drama queen ban gayi,
“Arre, ab chupao mat! Subah jab tum room mein aayi thi toh tumhe chalne mein hi takleef ho rahi thi! Mummy ne bhi poocha, ‘Pranali, thak gayi ho kya?’ Maine toh bas muskurake bola, ‘haan, didi aaj kal Mumbai mein bahut active ho gayi hai’!”
Sharad ab hass raha tha, full-on enjoyment mode,
“Rhea, tumhare jaise sister ho toh kisi ko dosti ki zarurat hi nahi!”
Rhea ne ek eye-roll diya,
“Bas ek baat bata do—didi ko jyada takleef mat dena, warna soham jiju video call pe didi ki chal dekh ke sab samajh jayenge!”
Pranali ab aur bhi sharma gayi, face pe cushion daal diya,
“Bas kar yaar! Sharad, tu bhi kuch bol na, meri izzat bach jaaye!”
Sharad side mein gentle smile ke saath,
“Main kya bolun, Rhea ki baaton ke aage toh main bhi bekaar hoon! Aur waise bhi, tum dono ki teasing mein maza bohot aa raha hai.”
Rhea full-on nautanki,
“Mirzapur ki news channel toh kal headline bana degi—Pranali Sharma ne Mumbai mein dhoom macha di! Ab didi, ghar late mat aana, warna main Aryan ko bhi sikha dungi ki ‘mumma jab smile karte hue aati hai, toh kuch toh special hua hai’.”
Pranali almost helpless, ab hans bhi rahi thi,
“Rhea, main next time tujhe ghar chhod kar hi nikl jaungi!”
Rhea laugh karte hue car se utarne lagi,
“Enjoy karo, lovebirds! Sharad bhaiya, didi ko jaldi ghar le aana—aur didi, agle hafte walking practice zyada kar lena, warna Mirzapur ki mummy sab samajh jayengi!”
Sharad ne mazaak mein salute kiya,
“Yes, madam! I’ll be careful!”
Rhea ne ek final wink diya,
“Bye! Next time mujhe bhi leke chalna aise hi kisi king-size date pe!”
She disappeared, leaving Sharad and Pranali half-embarrassed, half-giggling—poora car ek dum masti aur secrets se bhara tha.
Sharad ne softly, teasing tone mein bola,
“Toh, madam, ab hum akela hain… aur waise bhi, aaj tumhe walk karne ki bilkul tension nahi, sirf enjoy karna hai.”
Pranali ne blush karte Sharad ki taraf dekha—dil mein wohi nayi, wild wali masti aur ek chhupa sa thrill.

Rhea ke drama ke baad, car mein ek teasing energy reh gayi thi. Sharad ne steering wheel pe haath rakha, sideways glance se Pranali ko dekhte hue—uske lips pe naughty smile.
Sharad (softly teasing):
“Waise, madam, agar aaj chalne mein takleef ho toh bata dena… main apni god mein seat arrange kar dunga. VIP seat, direct Mirzapur se import ki gayi hai.”
Pranali, full blushing, shoulders up,
“Shut up, Sharad! Tumhe toh mazaak hi milta hai har cheez mein. Dekh lo, main tumhari god pe baith gayi toh dinner bhi vahin serve karwaungi!”
Sharad ne slow speed pe car daali, leaning a little closer,
“Aaj toh koi bacha hi nahi sakta. Shaam ho ya raat, aakhir tumhein meri lap pe hi toh aana hai… waise bhi, tumhare walk ki halat dekh ke toh mujhe doubt ho raha hai ki table tak bhi pahunchogi ya nahi!”
Pranali ne playful pout banaya,
“Haan haan, tumhe toh bas tease karne ka mauka chahiye. Mujhe lagta hai Aryan bhookha hi reh gaya kal, mummy ka dudu toh main hi pi gayi!”
Sharad hass pada, steering wheel thoda tight pakad ke,
“Bichara Aryan! Uska share toh tumne Mirzapur ke badle Mumbai mein le liya. Waise, Aryan ko lag raha hoga mummy ka naya magic milk hai—khush rehta hai, smile bhi zyada deta hai!”
Pranali ne Sharad ki arm ko gentle thapki di,
“Stop it! Ab tumhe bhi Aryan ki chinta ho rahi hai? Tumhare vajah se hi main aaj yahan itni bold ban gayi hoon… pehle toh sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki aisi baatein karungi!”
Sharad flirt karte hue, ek hand Pranali ke hand pe gently rakh diya,
“Aur main chahta hoon ki tum hamesha aisi hi bold, wild aur khush raho. Waise, Mumbai ka magic abhi baaki hai. Aaj dinner ke baad… maybe you’ll find a few more reasons to walk a little funny!”
Pranali full-on red, neck tak blush, but a playful sparkle in her eyes,
“Tumhare saath toh lagta hai Mumbai ki sadkon pe bhi Mirzapur jaisa nasha chadh gaya hai… bas, aaj dinner ke baad tum dekh lena, seat pe kaun rahega aur kiski lap kiski hogi!”
Sharad car park karte hue wink karta hai,
“Challenge accepted, madam! Let’s see… kaun zyada wild ho sakta hai Mumbai ki night mein.”




Sharad ne car ek stylish bistro ke bahar park ki, neon lights aur light jazz music background mein baj raha tha. Dono andar aaye, host ne candle-lit corner table pe seat karva diya. Sharad ne chair khinch ke Pranali ko baithne diya—ekdum classic “gentleman” move, lekin eyes mein full naughty mischief.
Menu dekhte-dekhte, Sharad ne tease kiya,
“Aaj kuch spicy try karna hai ya sirf sweet? Mirzapur ki didi ab Mumbai mein sab kuch taste kar sakti hai.”
Pranali ne aankhen choti kar ke, playfully reply diya,
“Aaj toh bas kuch special chahiye… woh jo baaki sab tables pe na ho!”
Sharad leaned in,
“Special toh main hoon, madam. Lekin menu ke alawa, aaj ki raat bhi tumhari hai—jo chaho, order kar lo!”
Pranali hans padi, eyes sparkle kar rahi thi. Waiter aaya, dono ne apni favorite starters aur ek fun cocktail order kiya—Sharad ne purposely “Lover’s Paradise” naam ka cocktail suggest kiya. Pranali ne thoda blush kar ke haan bol diya.
Throughout dinner:
– Sharad baar baar Pranali ki taraf lean karta, kabhi table ke niche uska haath pakadta, kabhi lightly fingers caress karta.
– Pranali bhi new boldness mein, kabhi uske shoulder touch karti, kabhi shoe se uska shoe tap karti, smile chupane ki try karti, but har second mein khud pe khush ho rahi thi.
Sharad ne teasingly ek starter feed karte hue bola,
“Ab toh aadat si ho gayi hai tumhe apni god mein bithane ki… shayad aaj yahin table ke neeche bhi try kar loon?”
Pranali ne fork se uska haath lightly hit kiya,
“Public place hai! Thoda tameez dikhana sikho… waise, tumne hi kaha tha ki Mumbai mein sab allowed hai!”
Sharad ne candle ki roshni mein Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha,
“Tumhare saath sab kuch magical lagta hai, yaar. Main pehli baar feel kar raha hoon ki… main kuch bhi ho sakta hoon, bas tum pass raho.”
Pranali ek pal ko silent ho gayi—uska heart literally skip kar gaya. Vo samajh gayi,
“Yeh sirf masti nahi… mujhe Sharad se sach mein pyaar ho raha hai.”
Usne softly smile kiya,
“Mujhe bhi lagta hai… main abhi Mumbai mein hoon, ya kisi sapne mein—sab kuch alag hai, sab kuch naya.”
Aaj ki raat, uske liye ek filmy moment thi—candles, Sharad ke soft touches, laughter, flirting, aur dil ka vo halka nasha jo sirf pehli barish wale pyaar mein hota hai.
Dinner ke baad, Sharad ne softly poocha,
“Shall we go somewhere more private?”
Pranali ne aankhon mein cheeky glint ke saath reply diya,
“Aaj toh main tumhare saath kahin bhi ja sakti hoon…”
Donon nikalte waqt ek dusre ka haath pakad ke, door ki taraf chale gaye—Mumbai ki raat un dono ke liye magical thi, aur Pranali ko finally laga,
“Main khud ke liye jee rahi hoon… aur shayad, sach mein pyaar ho gaya hai.”

Mumbai ki raat ka nasha, dinner ki lights, aur Sharad ka charming confidence—Pranali almost floated into his flat. She was smiling for no reason, literally blushing on her own thoughts, main sach mein Sharad se pyaar kar baithi hoon! Uski aankhon mein sirf Sharad tha—his touch, his words, his laughter. She was so happy, so relaxed, it didn’t even feel real.
Lekin Sharad, jab bhi Pranali thoda door dekhti, uski aankhon mein kuch aur hi chal raha tha—Mirzapur ka future, power ki lalsa, aur andar se ek cold calculation:
“Agar Pranali poori tarah mere control mein aa gayi, toh Munna bhi seedha ho jayega… Mirzapur ki taaqat meri ho sakti hai.”
Lekin chehre par usne wohi gentle smile rakha, wohi sweet words.
Pranali, uski arms mein lean karte hue, cheek pe soft kiss diya,
“Aaj ki raat mujhe kabhi bhool nahi paungi…”
Sharad ne soft touch diya,
“Tumhara saath hi toh sab special bana deta hai.”
Phir, thodi der baad, Pranali suddenly thoda serious ho gayi. She gently moved back, eyes thodi awkward,
“Sharad… main jaanti hoon tumhare saath sab kuch possible hai… lekin aaj raat mujhe thoda time akela chahiye.”
Sharad ne instantly eyebrow raise kiya, voice mein curiosity,
“Kyun? Kya hua?”
Pranali ne thoda hesitate kiya, phir softly bola,
“Vo… Munna video call pe baat karna chahta hai. Maine promise kiya tha. Please bura mat manna.”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein directly dekha, ek second ko silent,
“Tujhe lagta hai mujhe bura lagega?”
Pranali thoda defensive,
“Nahi… main bas chahti hoon ki sab theek rahe, jo jaisa hai waise hi chale… koi jhooth, koi chupana nahi. Tum meri life mein ho, par Munna bhi… abhi hai.”
Sharad ne sweetly smile kiya, lekin andar se uska mind aur zyada calculating ho gaya—
“Jab yeh itni loyal hai, isse Munna ke khilaf palatna aur bhi easy hoga…”
Usne gently Pranali ke baal touch kiye,
“Okay. Tum jo chaho. Lekin ek shart—main kuch nahi bolunga, quietly watch karunga. Sirf dekhna hai.”
Pranali thoda blush kar gayi,
“No, Sharad! Yeh thoda awkward hoga…”
Sharad thoda possessive tone mein,
“Mujhe sirf dekhna hai, kuch nahi bolunga. Trust me, bas yahin rahunga.”
Pranali ne last mein lightly haan kar di,
“Thik hai… sirf quietly. Promise, interfere nahi karna!”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein dekha, ek victory ki halki chamak—uski plan step by step work kar rahi thi. Pranali, totally unaware, bas Sharad ke pyaar mein aur deep doobti ja rahi thi.

Car ke andar soft jazz chal raha tha, city lights windows se blink kar rahe the. Sharad driving seat par relaxed, ek haath steering par, doosra occasionally Pranali ke haath par—unmein ek quiet romantic tension thi. Pranali apne phone par thi, Soham se normal ghar waali baatein kar rahi thi—thoda guilt, but ab dil sach mein equally Sharad ke liye bhi dhadak raha tha. Pehli baar, usne guilt ke saath acceptance bhi feel kiya.
Pranali (phone pe):
“Haan Soham, Aryan so gaya, sab theek hai. Main mummy ke saath hi hoon… haan, aap khayal rakhna. Miss you too.”
Call khatam hote hi, Pranali ne phone purse mein daal diya. Sharad ne teasing tone mein poocha,
“Toh, Soham ka kya haal hai? Tumhara dost toh tumhe miss kar raha hoga!”
Pranali ne thoda blush kar ke bola,
“Tumhara dost hai, miss toh karega hi.”
Sharad masti se,
“Toh bata dena usse… ‘patni’ jesa khayal yahan main rakh raha hoon!”
Pranali ne full red face ke saath Sharad ke arm pe soft thapki di,
“Chup karo, Sharad! Tum kabhi bhi serious nahi ho sakte na?”
Sharad hans pada, car ka speed thoda slow kiya,
“Mujhe sirf tumhari blush dekhni hoti hai, uske liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon!”
Pranali bhi hans padi, saari guilt, stress dissolve ho gayi—sirf Sharad ke saath hone ki khushi reh gayi.
Sharad ne softly poocha,
“So… ab chalein mere ghar? Ya yahin car mein hi Mumbai ki hawa enjoy karna hai?”
Pranali ne aankhon mein shyness ke saath quietly nod kar diya,
“Let’s go…”
Sharad ne naughty mood mein ek aur teasing question chhod diya,
“Aaj kaun sa flavour pasand hai, madam—unwant condom, ya bina kisi wrapper ke asli taste?”
Pranali ek second ke liye shock hui, phir mazaak mein uska saath deti,
“Mujhe toh tumhara asli taste hi chahiye… kuch bhi extra nahi, bas tum.”
Sharad ne zor se hans ke car turn ki,
“Wow! Mujhe lagta hai aaj Mumbai ki raat sabse khaas hone wali hai!”
Dono hanste, flirty glances exchange karte, car Sharad ke apartment ki taraf nikal gayi—andar ek new thrill, ek playful confidence, aur ek secret jo sirf un dono ka tha.



As soon as they stepped inside, Sharad ne door lock kiya, aur bina ek second lose kiye, Pranali ko apni taraf kheench liya. Dono ek dusre mein aise ghus gaye jaise pura din sirf iss moment ka wait kar rahe ho. Pranali ne Sharad ke collar pakad liye, lips uske lips pe—ek wild, messy kiss, poora room unki heavy breathing se bhar gaya.
Sharad ke haath Pranali ki kamar ko strong hold kar rahe the, uska body uske against tightly press hua. Dono ki tongues ek dusre ko tease karti, ek dusre ke lips ko bite karti—ekdum wild, passionate French kiss, jaise do pyaase log desert ke baad paani paa rahe ho.
Pranali ne Sharad ki shirt ke button todhe, uske bare chest ko nails se scratch kiya. Sharad ne Pranali ke bal ek haath se pakad liye, dusre haath se uski back ko pull karte hue neck pe deep kiss aur gentle bite kiya,
"Tumhare bina ab control nahi hota, Pranali…"
Pranali ab poori tarah wild ho chuki thi—uske moans, soft growls, aur body ke har touch mein ek nayi, raw energy thi. She wrapped her arms around Sharad’s neck, uski tongue uske mouth mein deeply explore karte hue, dono completely tangled—legs intertwined, bodies ek dusre mein twist ho kar, jaise snakes ek dusre ko lapet rahe ho.
Dono ka balance wall pe jaa takra, aur wahin, Sharad ne Pranali ko thoda lift kiya—uski legs Sharad ke hips ke around lock ho gayi, lips ab bhi ek dusre par hungry. Pranali ke neck pe Sharad ne aur bites diye, hickeys chhodta gaya, moans room mein goonj rahi thi.
Kisses aur bites ke beech, Sharad ke haath ne uska dress slide kiya, uske bare skin pe hot trails chhodta gaya. Pranali bhi Sharad ke bare back ko nails se scratch karte, usko aur close kheechte, lost in wild, tangled, never-ending passion.



Sharad ne Pranali ko living room tak lift kiya, but ab mood pura wild ho chuka tha. Pranali ne usko couch pe push kiya, khud uske upar aake baith gayi—completely in control, eyes mein wild passion. Sharad ne uske waist pakad li, Pranali ne apni top khud nikal di—ab woh sirf apne lacy bra mein thi, hair messy, chest upar-niche.
Sharad ki aankhon mein sirf ek bhook thi. Usne Pranali ki bra straps dhire-dhire slide ki, soft skin par lips chalte hue, uska bra puri tarah nikal diya. Pranali ke bare boobs Sharad ke samne—firm, soft, nipples hard with anticipation. Sharad ne bina wait kiye, dono haath se gently cup kiya, lips se ek nipple pakad liya, sucking and rolling his tongue over it.
Pranali ki body ne jhatka sa feel kiya, uske lips se soft moan nikli,
"Ahh… Sharad… aur…"
Sharad ab pura lost, uska ek haath dusre boob pe, thumb se nipple tease kar raha tha, lips dusre nipple ko suck, lick, gently bite kar rahe the. Pranali ab aur bhi upar jhuki, Sharad ki face ko apni chest pe press karti—uski body ek dum arched, hair uski back pe fell rahe the, breaths heavy and wild.
Pranali ki moans aur bold ho gayi, hips Sharad ke lap pe grind ho rahe the, body fully alive under his touch. Sharad ki tongue kabhi nipple pe circles banati, kabhi lips se gently pull karta, kabhi thoda bite karta, making her arch and shiver.
Room mein sirf unki moans, wild breathing aur tangled bodies ki awaaz thi—Pranali ab full control mein, Sharad ke upar—aur Sharad, poori tarah uski deewangi mein dooba hua.



Just as the heat between them was peaking, Pranali’s phone loudly rang on the side table. She froze, still breathless, eyes wide. The name on the screen: Munna Calling.
Sharad ne softly, breathlessly kaha,
“Take a breath… relax. Main yahin hoon.”
Pranali ne ek gehri saans li, apne bal aur dress thoda adjust kiye, lips still swollen from Sharad’s kisses. Sharad ne gently guide kiya,
“Go, bedroom mein baith jao, baat karo. I’m here.”
She nodded, thoda trembling, and slipped into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. She perched on the edge of the bed, heart still pounding, then swiped to accept Munna’s call.
Munna (voice rough, slurred):
“Oye, kahan hai tu? Miss kar raha hoon aaj. Kya kar rahi thi?”
Pranali tried to keep her tone normal,
“Kuch nahi, bas thoda tired hoon. Tum kaise ho?”
Munna, video call par shift karta hai. Screen pe aata hai—shirtless, hair messy, ek hand mein whisky ka glass, eyes full of dark, possessive desire.
“Dikh toh sahi. Turn on camera. Aaj mood mein hoon, tujhe dekhna hai.”
Pranali ne thoda hesitation ke saath phone apne samne rakh diya, camera on kar diya. She tried to look casual, messy hair thoda sa smooth kar ke, but her cheeks abhi bhi blush ho rahe the.
Munna screen par leans forward, uski gaze almost burning,
“Wah, aaj toh lag rahi hai Mirzapur ki rani… itni fresh kyun hai? Kiss karne ka mann kar raha hai…”
He sipped his drink, eyes roaming her neckline.
Pranali thoda awkwardly smiled,
“Tum bhi na, kabhi bhi kuch bhi bol dete ho.”
Peeche, Sharad quietly bedroom ke doorframe par aa gaya—arms folded, eyes intense, lekin silent. Pranali ne aankh utha ke dekha—Sharad khada tha, bas dekh raha tha, uski presence ek silent support aur possessive claim ki tarah thi.
Pranali ne phone ki screen ki side se ek choti si, private smile Sharad ko di—ek pal ke liye, sirf us dono ka connection. Munna, apni drink mein lost, flirt karte ja raha tha.
Munna:
“Camera neeche kar, main dekhna chahta hoon aaj kya pehna hai. Aur close aana, miss kar raha hoon teri skin ko.”
Pranali thoda blush karte, thoda hesitation ke saath camera angle adjust karti—unki zindagi ab ek dangerous, twisted triangle ban chuki thi: ek taraf wild love, doosri taraf dark obsession, teesri taraf silent, watching power.

Munna ne video call par aankh mein raw hunger ke saath dekha,
“Ab gown utaro, Pranali. Dheere-dheere… main sab dekhna chahta hoon.”
Pranali ne ek nervous breath li, peechhe glance kiya—Sharad abhi bhi doorframe par khada tha, eyes intense, lips parted with anticipation. Unki aankhon ka milna ek instant thrill create karta hai—jaise vo dono ab kisi ek secret world mein hain.
She turned back to the phone, trembling hands se apni gown ke knots dheere-dheere kholne lagi. Gown shoulder se slide kiya, camera pe uski bare arms, collarbone, aur then inner slip dikh rahi thi. Munna, screen par, apna whisky ka glass table pe rakh ke apne shorts ke andar haath le gaya—openly pleasuring himself, eyes fixed on Pranali.
Munna (breathless):
“Aur neeche, Pranali… slip bhi dheere-dheere… main poora dekhna chahta hoon.”
Pranali ne, thoda shaky, apni slip straps utari—gown floor pe, slip knees tak slide ki, ab sirf apne matching bra aur panty mein, camera ke samne. Her breaths shallow, heart pounding, Sharad ki presence peeche ek wild nasha jaisa lag rahi thi.
Munna ab screen pe groaning, hand moving faster,
“Perfect… ab bra utaro. Main dekhna chahta hoon pura.”
Pranali, aankhon mein ek mix of embarrassment aur strange excitement, bra ke hooks slowly open karti, camera thoda side par—aur apne breasts ka view Munna ko deti hai. Screen pe Munna ki breathing aur heavy, almost animalistic ho gayi.
She followed each of his instructions—nervous but oddly charged, knowing Sharad ki aankhen ab bhi us par hain, pure control us moment ka kisi ke paas nahi, sirf desire ka.
Munna:
“Panty bhi… dheere se… sirf mere liye.”
Pranali ab poori tarah bare, thoda cover karte, thoda intentionally exposed, Munna ko dekh rahi thi, aur Sharad ke silent gaze ko feel kar rahi thi. Munna on call, lost in his own lust, moaning her name.
Sharad, quietly watching, thrill aur possessiveness ki boundary cross kar chuka tha—uske liye yeh scene ek naya level ka excitement ban chuka tha.
Room mein sirf heavy breaths, phone se Munna ki moans, aur Pranali ki halki tremble bachi thi.




Munna ka voice ab aur bhi commanding ho gaya,
“Apne haath se niche touch karo, Pranali. Mujhe sab dekhna hai, bilkul slow. Aur aankhon mein dekho… mujhe pata chale ki sirf mera soch rahi ho.”
Pranali ne ek pal ke liye Sharad ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein poora tension, poora excitement. Sharad ne bas softly, ek slow nod diya—ek silent signal ki ‘jao, main dekh raha hoon, main bhi tumhara hoon’.
Pranali ne phone ke saamne apni body poori tarah reveal kar di, uski fingers apni thighs se hot skin par slide hone lagi. Munna ab aur bold ho gaya,
“Chut pe haath rakho… rub karo, mujhe moan sunna hai.”
Pranali ne aankhon mein thoda sharm, thoda thrill laake apne wet lips par fingers rub ki, aur soft moan screen par nikal diya. Munna ka haath apne shorts ke andar ab wild ho chuka tha—uski groans loud, eyes fixed only on Pranali.
Meanwhile, Sharad ab door se ek step aage badh ke, silently watching, his own hand now inside his jeans—he started to stroke himself, matching Pranali’s rhythm. Unki eyes locked, pure lust aur shared nasha ka ek alag hi connection ban gaya.


Munna:
“Aur tez, Pranali… mujhe sirf apni moans sunni hai. Naam le mera, bold ke… mujhe chahiye tu abhi!”
Pranali, body trembling, pleasure and guilt ka mix—lekin Sharad ka approval use aur wild bana raha tha. She moaned louder,
“Munna… ahh… I’m doing it… sirf tumhare liye…”
Sharad ab slow, but intensely, apni zip khol kar, himself out, stroking harder—eyes only on Pranali, breath heavy, cheeks flushed. Unke beech ka silent agreement, their twisted loyalty, and raw passion made the entire room pulse with heat.
Munna phone pe ab finish ke edge par tha,
“Don’t stop, Pranali… cum for me… main bhi aaj tere liye sab kuch de raha hoon!”
Pranali, fully naked, tangled in sheets, one hand pleasing herself, eyes switching between the phone and Sharad—aur Sharad, ab apni climax ke edge par, pure wildness ke saath, just watching her, owning her.
Room mein ab sirf unke moans, breathless gasps, aur shared, forbidden pleasure ki echo thi. Sab apne apne high pe, ek dusre ki aankhon mein apni victory aur obsession dekh rahe the.

Room ka temperature ab pure fire ban chuka tha. Pranali ke heavy moans, Sharad ke silent grunts, aur Munna ki wild, drunken groans—sab kuch ek hi wild beat pe synchronize ho gaya.

Pranali’s hand moved faster between her legs, body arch ho gayi, breaths ragged and wild. “Ahhh… Munna… Sharad…” uske lips se ek deep, trembling moan nikli, bed sheets muthi mein, body ek wave mein jhatak gayi.
Munna phone pe, screen par poori tarah lose ho chuka tha—uska hand rapid, face par twisted pleasure,
“Aaah… Pranali… f*ck… main aa gaya… tu meri hai!”
At the same moment, Sharad—watching every second, his own strokes fast and desperate, locked eyes with Pranali. Pranali ki aankhon mein sirf Sharad ka nasha, aur Sharad ki aankhon mein sirf Pranali ka junoon. Dono silently, ek dusre ko possess karte hue, apna high reach kar gaye—Sharad moaned her name, body tensing, release ke saath ek deep breath li.
Pranali’s own orgasm was wild and raw, hips bucking, moans room mein gungun rahi thi, body poori tarah shiver kar gayi.
Ek pal mein sab kuch slow ho gaya. Munna ne heavy breathing ke saath phone ko angle kiya,
“Good girl… ab tu aaram kar. Bye, Pranali.”
Screen blank ho gayi.
Ab room mein sirf silence thi—sirf Sharad ki gaze aur Pranali ki wild, spent eyes. Pranali ab bhi tangled in sheets, breaths heavy, lips swollen, aankhon mein sab kuch likha tha—guilt, relief, excitement, and the dangerous thrill of being watched, owned, and wanted by two powerful men.
Sharad slowly aage aaya, eyes still dark with desire,
“Aaj toh tumne sab kuch tod diya, Pranali…”
Pranali, ab sirf usko dekhti, ek thakahua, satisfied smile ke saath,
“Par mera dil… ab bhi sirf tumhare paas hai.”
Room mein ab sirf un dono ki saans ki awaaz thi, puri raat ke liye ek naya, raw, unspoken connection ban chuka tha.