Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

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Srivalli ne apna pace badha diya tha. Uske muh se "ghok-ghok" jaise wet sounds nikal rahe the, poore room mein goonj rahe the. Adamath uski taraf dekh kar relaxed smile kar raha tha—jaise ek artist apne perfect performance ka maza le raha ho.


Srivalli chup-chaap apna kaam kar rahi thi. Ab woh is cheez mein expert ho chuki thi—har movement controlled, every swirl of her tongue perfectly timed. Usne dheere se apni zubaan Adamath ke lund ke around ghumai, aur uske lips ne tip ko tightly seal kiya.
Adamath ke chehre par pleasure ka asar dikh raha tha—uski aadhi band aankhen, dheere se hote moans, sab Srivalli ke effort ka result tha.
Lekin Adamath ka size itna zyada tha ki Srivalli chaahti hui bhi pura andar nahi le paa rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi uska throat gag karne lagta, lekin woh apne haathon se handle kar leti thi. Usne thoda pause liya, phir dubara deep jaane ki koshish ki—lekin har baar uska throat resist karta.
Phir bhi, uski eyes focused thi, lips wet ho chuke the, aur har motion ke saath uske slurp aur lick ki awaazein aur tez ho rahi thi. Adamath ke heavy breaths aur occasional groans Srivalli ko batate ja rahe the ki woh sahi jagah touch kar rahi hai.
Woh sirf perform nahi kar rahi thi—woh ab us role mein ghus chuki thi jo us par thopa gaya tha.



Adamath ne Srivalli ke sir par dono haathon se strong grip banayi—aur ek dum se uska lund uske gale ke andar tak dhakel diya. Srivalli ki aankhen ek pal ke liye safed ho gayi thi, uska throat gag kar gaya, body thoda jhatki… lekin woh resist nahi kar paayi.

Usne apna balance banaye rakha, lekin itna bada size uske liye still impossible tha—pura andar ja hi nahi pa raha tha.
Adamath thodi der tak uske head ko hold karke rakha, jaise us moment ko enjoy kar raha ho. Phir dheere se usne apna lund Srivalli ke mouth se bahar nikala. Jaise hi woh free hui, Srivalli ne zor se ek gasp liya—jaise hawa se milne ke liye taras gayi ho.
Uske lips se thoda saliva drip ho raha tha, eyes thodi watery thi, aur chest heavily upar neeche ho rahi thi. Lekin still… uske chehre pe woh same silent submission thi.
Adamath ek dum se has pada—deep, amused laugh ke saath bola:
“Damn, woman... you are an amazing sucker.”
Phir usne Srivalli ke chin ko gently lift kiya, uski aankhon mein dekha,
“I like you... you’re a fighter. But tonight—I'm gonna break that too.”
Srivalli ne sirf aankhen jhukaayi… uski body ab chillane ko nahi, balki sirf survive karne ko trained ho gayi thi.


Adamath ne achanak Srivalli ko apni strong baahon mein utha liya. Woh scene kisi bachchi ko goad mein lene jaise lag raha tha—Adamath towering 7 feet ka tha, aur Srivalli sirf 5 feet. Uska slender, fragile body uske muscular chest pe rest kar raha tha jaise ek glass doll kisi giant ke haath mein ho.

Srivalli ki heartbeat aur fast ho gayi. Usne Adamath ke shoulder pe lightly grip banaya, lekin uska haath kaanp raha tha. Usse apne aap ka size aur chhoti si haalat ka andaza ho raha tha—aaj raat woh literally kisi aur ke control mein thi.
"Main ek trophy ban chuki hoon…" usne socha, jab Adamath ne usse softly bed pe lita diya.
Bed ke center mein Srivalli ab full display mein thi—dono haath naturally uske sir ke peeche chale gaye, jis se uski smooth armpits reveal ho gayi—ek intimate, sensual visual jise Adamath ne slow gaze se scan kiya.
Usne dekha:
Srivalli ek sheer black lingerie mein thi—poora transparent, sirf illusion ke liye kuch laces the.
Her nipples lightly pressed ho rahe the against the mesh, kabhi in, kabhi out jaise tease kar rahe ho camera ko.Her toned legs slightly parted thi, lekin abhi bhi thoda resistance tha uske body language mein—jaise woh apne aap se lad rahi ho, "Stop reacting, bas chup raho."
Adamath ne ek professional calmness ke saath camera reposition kiya—ab woh bed ke side angle se capture kar raha tha, full view mein Srivalli ke curves, her expressions, and her silent submission.
Phir, Adamath dheere-dheere bed pe chadhne laga—har motion calculated, heavy, powerful.
Srivalli ki aankhon ne uske movement ko follow kiya… body stiff thi, lekin aankhon mein ek helpless shine thi.
"Yeh sirf ek aur scene hai… aur mujhe isse bhi survive karna hai," usne apne andar socha.
Room mein sirf camera ka silent red light blink kar raha tha… aur ek nayi raat shuru ho rahi thi—record hone ke liye tayyar.



Adamath bed ke upar Srivalli ke paas aaya—uski har move heavyweight thi, jaise koi predator apni catch ke around circle kar raha ho. Srivalli ki body still thi, lekin andar se uska har nerve tremble kar raha tha.

Usne apne massive haathon se Srivalli ka face gently pakda… aur bina kuch bole, uske lips pe apne hot lips rakh diye.
Kiss soft nahi tha—dominant aur wet tha. Uski long, strong tongue directly Srivalli ke mouth ke andar ghus gayi, jaise uske har kona explore karna chahti ho. Srivalli ne instinctively react kiya—uska mooh open ho gaya, lekin shock aur pleasure ke beech mein freeze ho gayi thi.
Adamath ki tongue ne Srivalli ki zubaan ko poore possessiveness se suck karna start kiya—kabhi lips ke corner tak, kabhi deep andar tak. Saliva mix ho raha tha, kiss messy tha, wet sounds room mein ghoonj rahe the—aur Srivalli ka moan usi kiss ke beech mein nikal gaya.
"Mmmmhh..."
Uska ek haath Srivalli ke shoulder se hote hue slowly uski collarbone ko trace karne laga. Phir woh hand dheere-dheere neeche aaya—over her revealing black lingerie. Fingers slowly brushed across her chest, jaise silk par hawa chal rahi ho… aur phir ek sudden grip.
Uske fingers ne Srivalli ke boobs ko gently, lekin control ke saath grasp kiya. Kapdon ke upar se hi pressure diya—kabhi circular strokes mein, kabhi thoda rough pinch ke saath.
Srivalli ki body ne react kiya—ek aur soft moan uske lips se nikal gaya, kiss ke beech mein muffled:
“Aahh…”
Usne aankhen band kar li… uski sansen tez thi, chest heavy ho rahi thi.
Woh kiss mein ghul chuki thi, lekin andar se tuta hua confidence ab bhi kahin chillata tha—“yeh sahi nahi hai”… lekin uski body usse sun nahi rahi thi.
Adamath ne kiss break kiya, aur Srivalli ke lips se ek last lick kiya—poora saliva stretch hota hua, shiny thread ki tarah—aur uske cheek pe softly brush kar diya.
Adamath whispered, voice mein raw power:
“You taste like sin, Indian queen.”
Phir usne apna dusra haath uski kamar pe rakha… aur dheere se Srivalli ke lingerie ke straps ke paas slide karne laga.
Room mein sirf camera blink kar raha tha, aur ek aur beizzat raat ki script likhi ja rahi thi—body, mind, aur camera… teeno gawah the.




Srivalli ab bed ke center mein thi—uski body exposed thi, lekin still posed with a strange elegance. Black sheer lingerie uski fair skin ke against aur bhi bold lag rahi thi. Transparent mesh se uske nipples kabhi andar, kabhi bahar jaise tease kar rahe the—aur uski breathing ab aur heavy ho chuki thi.

Adamath uske upar aaya—pure control ke saath. Uski eyes Srivalli ke har curve ko scan kar rahi thi, jaise ek possession ko slowly unwrap kar raha ho. Usne Srivalli ke dono haathon ko gently upar raise kar diya, head ke peeche fold karte hue softly bed pe press kiya.
Srivalli ke smooth underarms camera ke full view mein the—uska soft skin, halki halki sweat ka shine, aur woh trembling stillness.
Adamath ne apne lips Srivalli ke neck se shuru kiya—slow open-mouth kisses, kabhi wet, kabhi warm. Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li, moan control karne ki koshish ki, lekin phir bhi ek “haaah...” uske throat se nikal gaya.
His hand moved down—first brushing across her ribs, then slowly hovering over her belly button.
"You shiver like a violin string..." Adamath whispered, uski skin pe finger glide karte hue.
Srivalli’s stomach fluttered… shame and heat ka strange mix uske body mein fail gaya tha.
Uske fingers finally uske breasts pe aaye.
Kapdon ke upar se, pehle soft massage jaisa motion… phir gradually thoda pressure.
Srivalli ke nipples ab fully hard ho chuke the, sheer fabric ke through clearly visible.
Adamath ne unpe thumb se light circles banaye—aur jab Srivalli ne aankhen tight band kar li, usne sudden squeeze diya.
Srivalli ne moan kiya—soft, broken, aur vulnerable.
“Aah... Adamath...”
Uska naam Srivalli ke lips se sunke Adamath aur slow, confident hua.
Usne gently uski lingerie ki neckline ko slide karke ek breast expose kiya.
Camera perfectly positioned tha—recording everything.
He bent down and took her nipple in his mouth.
Woh suck kar raha tha—deep and wet—aur Srivalli ke haath bed sheet ko pakad chuke the.
Her hips slightly arch hui… ek involuntary body response, even when her mind screamed silence.
Adamath ab full control mein tha—uska har touch, har lick, har movement like choreography.
Usne ek leg Srivalli ki thigh ke beech rakhi, body ko spread kiya, aur whisper kiya:
“I want to hear every moan tonight… don’t hide it.”
Phir usne Srivalli ki lingerie ko dheere se neeche slide kiya—aur poori body ko scan karta raha, jaise uske paas ab time bhi tha aur haq bhi.
Srivalli ne aankhen band rakhi, body heavy ho chuki thi—na woh enjoy keh sakti thi, na protest—ab bas ek slow surrender tha.
Adamath ne uske ear ke paas bold mein kaha:
“This bed will remember your sound. And so will the world watching.”
Camera ka red light blink kar raha tha…
Aur Srivalli us raat bhi—ek record ban gayi thi.

Adamath ne Srivalli ke legs gently side kar diye. Woh already wet ho chuki thi—her body had started responding before her mind could resist.

Adamath ne uski condition dekhkar softly laugh kiya.
“Already dripping? You’re made for this, Indian queen,” usne teasing tone mein kaha.
Srivalli ne sharma ke apna face side kar liya, aankhon mein sharam aur bechaini mix thi.
Lekin uski body… woh toh sab kuch express kar chuki thi.
Adamath ne dheere se apne fingers uske soft folds par glide kiye—ek slow, teasing caress. Jaise hi uska touch mila, Srivalli ki kamar halki si uth gayi, uske lips se ek broken breath nikla, aur uska body react kar gaya—tadap jaise ho rahi ho.
Adamath ke do fingers milke bhi Pushpa ke lund ke barabar the—aur Srivalli us familiar size ko feel kar chuki thi.
Lekin Adamath... uska size unse 3-4 guna bada tha.
Srivalli ke andar ek dar ka halka sa jhatka gaya.
"Itna bada... maine kabhi imagine bhi nahi kiya tha," usne socha.
Tabhi Adamath ne apna fully erect lund uske entrance par softly rub karna shuru kiya—slow back-and-forth strokes, just on the surface. Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li… breath tight ho gayi thi.
Uski heartbeats fast thi, aur har soft stroke uski inner walls tak electricity bhej raha tha. She was stuck between shame and an unknown kind of anticipation.
"Kya main isse handle kar paungi…?"
Usne apne haath tightly bed sheet mein ghusa diye… aur bas aankhen band kar ke saans andar kheench li.

Adamath ne apne massive lund ko Srivalli ke entrance par position kiya. Woh thoda sa push kar raha tha… lekin andar ja hi nahi raha tha. Srivalli ka body tense ho gaya, legs tightly gripped the bed, aur uski breathing irregular ho gayi thi.

“Aahh…” Srivalli ke lips se dard bhari awaaz nikal gayi.
Uski chut pehle hi soft aur wet thi, lekin itna bada size—itna stretch usne kabhi feel nahi kiya tha.
Tabhi, Adamath ne ek zor ka jhatka diya—suddenly.
Srivalli ne jhatke se aankhen khol di… aadha lund andar ghus gaya tha.
Uski chut literally stretch ho gayi thi… thoda fat chuki thi. Dard itna sharp tha ki uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye.
Uska muh open ho gaya, lekin awaaz andar hi reh gayi.
Adamath leaned forward, uske kaan ke paas aake growl kiya:
“I’m not even halfway in yet. Pushpa went deep... but I go deeper.”
Srivalli ki body hil rahi thi. Wo saans andar kheench rahi thi, chest upar neeche ho rahi thi—lekin uske andar abhi bhi sirf aadha tha.



Phir dusra thrust. Ek aur zor ka jhatka.

“AAAAhhh—!”
Srivalli ki awaaz iss baar bahar nikal gayi—poora lund andar ja chuka tha.
Woh gasping thi, jaise uske lungs se hawa chheen gayi ho. Uski aankhen fully watery ho chuki thi, lips open the, aur body completely frozen.
Uski puri chut ab sirf Adamath ko feel kar rahi thi—uski har pulse, har throb. Woh stretch ho chuki thi beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
Adamath ne pause kiya, uske andar deeply grounded ho kar sigh kiya,
“Damn… you’re tight. So tight… I don’t think Dave or that Arab even touched this.”
Srivalli silent thi, her hands gripping the sheet, chest heaving…
Woh sirf feel kar rahi thi—ek sensation jo pleasure aur pain ke beech atka hua tha, lekin sabse bada tha uska helplessness.
A raat jisme usne khud ko kho diya tha—ab uske andar sirf ek power ka weight tha.

Adimath ne dheere-dheere apne motions start kiye. Har thrust controlled tha, heavy tha, aur Srivalli ke andar tak jaa raha tha. Woh abhi bhi stretched thi, dard se bhari hui, lekin Adamath ke liye yeh sab sirf ek nasha tha. Uski body pe control banana, uski har moan sunna, uske har resistance ko break karna—yeh uska game tha. Srivalli ke lips se halki-halki moans nikal rahi thi, kabhi suppressed, kabhi broken, jaise har move pe uska throat se ek aur awaaz khinch ke nikal rahi ho.

“Aaahh… uhhnn…”
Uske chehre par pain clearly visible tha. Aankhon ke corners se paani nikal raha tha, lekin woh chilla bhi nahi rahi thi. Sirf uski saansein, uski aankhen, aur uska trembling body bata raha tha ki woh kya feel kar rahi hai. Adimath ne uska face dekha, aur ek second ke liye ruk ke uske lips ke paas aake deep voice mein bola, “You’re breaking… and I love it.”
Phir usne speed badha di.
Ab strokes powerful ho gaye the—bed ke headboard se dhak-dhak-dhak ki awaaz aane lagi thi. Srivalli ke soft whimpers now turned into audible gasps. Har baar jab Adimath ka lund uske andar tak jata, ek slap-like sound hoti, uske wet folds se mixed with the weight of each thrust.
Srivalli ne aankhen tightly band kar li, dono haath se bed ke sheet ko jor se pakad liya. Har thrust par uska body thoda sa aage hilta, jaise har stroke uski soul ko thoda aur push kar raha ho.
“Uhh… uhhnn… aahh… oh god…”
Adimath har movement pe low growl karta, jaise uska pleasure control ke bahar ja raha ho. “Uhh… yeah… that’s it… take it, queen… feel that stretch…”
Srivalli ne aankhen kholne ki koshish ki, lekin dard aur pressure ne uska chehra baar-baar niche jhukaya. Uska body ab sirf ek platform ban gaya tha jisme sirf Adimath ki rhythm chal rahi thi—kabhi slow drag, kabhi fast pounding. Bed shake ho raha tha, sheets crumpled ho chuki thi, aur camera quietly sab record kar raha tha.
Har second mein Srivalli ka control halka padta jaa raha tha. Kabhi uske lips open hote, kabhi uski breathing ragged ho jaati. Har jab Adimath thoda deep jaata, ek naya moan nikalta, kabhi halki si cheek par aansu ki nadi chali jaati thi. Woh samajh gayi thi, us raat koi respect bacha nahi tha. Bas submission thi—aur woh bhi record mein locked.
Adimath ne last few strokes aur hard kiye. Slaps aur grunts intense ho chuke the. Srivalli ka body ab bas bed ka hissa lag raha tha. “Ohhh damn…” Adimath growled, one last deep thrust ke saath usne Srivalli ko hold kar liya, dono haath uske hips pe, body uske upar press hoti hui.
Room mein sirf moans, gasps aur sweat-dripping silence bacha tha. Srivalli ki aankhon mein wohi dard tha, lekin ab uske saath ek ajeeb si numbness bhi aa gayi thi.
Woh bas layi rahi—still, silent, broken… aur camera ab bhi blink kar raha tha.



Srivalli ko laga tha sab khatam ho gaya… ki Adamath ab finally satisfy ho chuka hai… ki uski body ne jitna sehna tha, seh liya. Usne apni aankhen dheere se khol kar ceiling ki taraf dekha, chest abhi bhi upar–neeche ho rahi thi, aur body thak kar poori numb si ho gayi thi. Lekin woh galat thi.

Adamath rukne wala nahi tha.
Ek dam se usne Srivalli ko fir se apne dono strong haathon se uthaya. Jaise ek toy ho uske liye, jaise ek soldier apne weapon ko dobara ready karta hai. Srivalli ka halka sa cheek se awaaz nikal gayi, “Huh—?” Lekin uske lips ne sentence complete nahi kiya.
Adamath ne usse apne chest ke saath lift karke, hawa mein utha kar apne upar rock karna shuru kar diya—deep, fast thrusts—ek dum se. Srivalli ab literally hawa mein hil rahi thi, uska poora body bas upar–neeche Adamath ke control mein bounce kar raha tha.
Har thrust ke saath ek “thak!” ki awaaz aati, jaise skin-on-skin ka collision ho. Srivalli ka body poora bejaan sa lag raha tha, lekin andar se har push pe woh trembling thi, kabhi gasping, kabhi moaning.
Adamath kabhi uske hips tight pakadta, kabhi uski kamar ko air mein balance karta… aur beech-beech mein uske lips pe attack kar deta. Raw, hungry kisses—kabhi lips bite karta, kabhi tongue deep dalta, saliva ka messy exchange chalu tha.
Srivalli ka sir kabhi uske shoulder pe girta, kabhi uski aankhon mein thodi si shock, thodi si surrender dikhayi deti.




"Haaah… Adamath… stop…"

Usne bas itna hi kaha, lekin Adamath ne uske cheek ke paas se whisper kiya,
"You’re flying, baby. Let it happen."
Uski legs air mein thi, poora weight Adamath ke haathon pe tha, aur uska lund ab bhi deep andar, poora bhar ke thrust ho raha tha—har move aur intense, aur uncontrollable ho chuka tha.
Srivalli ab bas hawaa mein hil rahi thi… body sway kar rahi thi, aur har jhatka uske andar nayi shock wave bhej raha tha.
Uska muh thoda open tha, aankhon se paani nikal raha tha, lekin uske lips se nikalte moans mein resistance kam, aur exhaustion zyada thi.
Adamath har few seconds mein uske lips pe fir se kiss karta—tight, possessive, aur wet. Srivalli ki moans beech mein dab jaati, "mmmhhh… ahh…uhhh…", lekin woh kuch keh nahi pa rahi thi. Sirf feel kar rahi thi—dard, pressure, aur Adamath ka brute strength.
Poora room ab sirf bed ke creek, camera ka blink, aur unki mixed saansein se bhara hua tha.
Woh raat… ab bhi khatam nahi hui thi.

Adamath ne Srivalli ko apne strong grip mein liya aur seedha balcony ki taraf le gaya. Raat ka thanda hawa chal raha tha, neeche cruise ka sparkling water dikh raha tha, lekin Srivalli ka dhyan sirf is baat par tha ki uska control abhi bhi Adamath ke haath mein tha.

Usne Srivalli ko balcony ke railing ke paas jhuka diya, uska upper body thoda aage, hips piche. Uski back curve mein thi, hair shoulder se neeche gir rahe the, aur lingerie ka fabric ab bas symbolic reh gaya tha. Adamath ki eyes ne us view ko slowly scan kiya — uska entrance ab poori tarah stretched aur open tha, kal raat ke shuruat se leke ab tak ka sab evidence clear tha.
Adamath ne halki si growl ke saath uski kamar pakdi aur usse ek ghodi jaise position mein set kar diya. Srivalli ka heart beat tez ho gaya, lekin uska body ab resistance ki jagah sirf heavy breathing kar raha tha.
Usne apna lund position kiya aur dheere se andar slide karna shuru kiya. Motion slow tha lekin har inch feel ho raha tha. Srivalli ke lips se ek lambe moan nikla, aankhen band, dono haath railing ko tight pakad kar balance banaye hue.
Adamath ne rhythm pick ki — har thrust par uska body aage hilta, boobs naturally bounce ho rahe the, silky skin pe halki sweat ka shine aa raha tha. Har stroke deeper jaa raha tha, jaise woh uske andar ke har space ko claim kar raha ho.
Srivalli ki saansen ab broken thi, moans continuous, aur uska mind dheere dheere blank hota ja raha tha. Pehle ka dard ab sirf ek warm, overwhelming sensation mein badal gaya tha. Uske andar ka har nerve Adamath ke movement ke saath sync ho gaya tha.
Ab woh kuch aur soch hi nahi pa rahi thi. Jo shuruat mein ek beizzati thi, ab woh moment mein sirf physical overwhelm ban chuki thi. Uski hips automatically thrust ke rhythm mein chal rahi thi, jaise body ne apna control khud Adamath ko de diya ho.
Adamath ne deep breath lete hue uske ear ke paas kaha, “That’s it… feel me… all the way.” Srivalli ne aankhein band karke ek aur lambe moan ke saath saans chhodi, uska poora dhyan ab sirf andar ho rahi filling aur har deep stroke par tha.
Raat ka open balcony, hawa ka thanda touch, aur Adamath ka heat — Srivalli ab bas us moment mein kho gayi thi.





Balcony ke railing par Srivalli abhi bhi jhuki hui thi, body forward, arms gripping the edge tightly. Uske hair hawa mein ud rahe the, aur body already tremble kar rahi thi. Tabhi Srivalli ke moans mein ek naya tone aaya—ek soft, lekin clear pleasure ka sound jo Adamath ke kaan tak gaya.

“Aahh… mmmhh… ohhh…”
Adamath ne uska reaction feel kiya… uski body ki taal dekhi… aur uske lips se nikalta moan suna. Ek second ke liye usne uski kamar pakad kar pause kiya, aur low voice mein bola, "You're enjoying this now... huh, little queen?"
Srivalli kuch nahi boli, lekin uski hips ka slow sway aur wetness already sab kuch keh raha tha.
Adamath suddenly excited ho gaya. Usne apni speed badha di.
Ab uske thrusts hard aur fast ho gaye the. Har movement pe balcony ke railing se “thap! thap! thap!” ki clear awaaz aa rahi thi—skin-on-skin ka raw impact, mixed with Srivalli ke unfiltered moans.
“Aahh! Hnnnh! Uhhh! Ohhh god…!”
Srivalli ki body ab control mein nahi thi. Har thrust ke saath uska back arch hota, boobs aggressively bounce karte, aur legs thoda shake karte—jaise har cell uske andar se respond kar raha ho.
Uska mind ab blank tha. Koi guilt, koi fear… sab dissolve ho gaya tha. Sirf ek sensation bacha tha—deep, filling pressure that made her feel full, stretched, completely claimed.
Adamath ne ek final rhythm set kiya—fast, deep, intense. Har push aur tight ho gaya tha. Srivalli ab puri tarah se vocal ho gayi thi, “Aahhh! Mmmhh! Please… haahh…”
Uske lips tremble kar rahe the, aankhon se pani aa raha tha, lekin uss moment mein woh fully lost thi—desire aur madness ke beech mein.
Aur phir… climax.
Ek final jhatka—deepest thrust ever.
Srivalli ne ek sharp gasp liya, chest se leke pair tak sab tighten ho gaya. Uska moan itna intense tha ki usne apna face railing pe chhupa liya. Her entire body shook with release. Adamath ne uski hips tightly pakdi, uske andar full depth tak hold kiya, aur ek deep growl ke saath apna climax release kiya.
Us waqt cruise ke upar hawa tez chal rahi thi… lekin Srivalli ki body aur Adamath ka touch… dono mein sirf ek cheez thi: intensity.
Balcony pe silence chha gaya.
Sirf unki mixed saansein… aur camera ka blinking red light.

Adamath ne ek deep groan ke saath apna lund finally Srivalli ke andar se bahar nikala. Jaise hi woh release hua, Srivalli ki chut se garam cum ka flood nikal gaya—itna zyada ki agar koi bottle hoti, to aadhi bhar jaati.

Thick, hot fluid slowly drip karta hua uski inner thighs se hota hua balcony ke marbled floor pe gir raha tha. Srivalli ab tak hil bhi nahi pa rahi thi. Woh bas wahin railing se lagkar, knees thodi fold karke gir gayi—poori body loose ho chuki thi, aur saans lena mushkil sa lag raha tha.




Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Hair messy, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed. Woh bas hawa mein dekh rahi thi—blank, silent, numb.

Adamath ne thoda aage badhkar uska face apni haathon mein uthaya, aur ek strong, hungry kiss de diya. Deep, possessive, tongue-heavy. Jaise woh uske lips ka taste absorb kar raha ho—ek final stamp laga raha ho apne naam ka.
Phir usne Srivalli ke soft cheek pe ek thappad maara—not harsh, lekin ek loud "thap!" awaaz ke saath.
Srivalli ne aankhen jhapkayi, lekin react nahi kiya. Woh ab kuch mehsoos nahi kar rahi thi.
Adamath leaned close, uske kaan ke paas whisper kiya:
“You’re a damn hot woman, Srivalli… I swear I could make you one of my wives. Keep you in my house, enjoy you every day. You’d never walk straight again.”
Srivalli ne thoda hichkichate hue, broken voice mein kaha, “I… I can’t… I need time…”
Adamath ne uska chin thoda lift kiya, uski aankhon mein dekha, phir bas ek smirk diya.
“Think about it.”
Aur bina kuch aur kahe, usne Srivalli ko wahin balcony floor par chhod diya—naked, breathless, broken—aur quietly andar chala gaya. Door band hota gaya, footsteps door jaate gaye… aur raat ka hawa Srivalli ke thande, wet skin se takraata raha.
Woh bas wahin baithi rahi, balcony pe—ek queen jo apne taaj ke saath gir chuki thi.



Subah ka waqt tha. Cruise ka cabin soft golden light se bhar gaya tha. Bahar samundar shant tha, lekin Srivalli ke andar abhi bhi tufaan chal raha tha.

Woh balcony se chhup-chhup kar andar aayi thi—pair thakte hue, aankhen phuli hui, aur body raw pain se bhari hui. Har kadam usse yaad dila raha tha ki kal raat uske saath kya hua. Woh sirf ek aurat nahi rahi thi… woh record ban chuki thi.
Kabhi Pushpa ki dulhan thi, ab Dave ke circle ki trophy thi.
Usne dressing table ke saamne jaakar khud ko dekha. Mirror mein uska chehra… bikhra hua lag raha tha. Kajal ka faint sa nishan ab bhi tha, lips slightly swollen, aur cheek pe Adamath ke slap ka halka red mark.
Woh ek pal ke liye thir gayi. Uske haath ne mirror ka kone pakda, aur body dheere-dheere neeche girti chali gayi. Woh zameen pe baith gayi—naked, silent, curled up.
Eyes completely open… par aansu bina roye nikal rahe the.
“Main kya ban gayi hoon…?” uske lips se bas fusk-si aawaaz nikli.
“Mujhe kaun bachaega…? Mujhe kisne chhoda…?”
Woh kal raat ke moments ko replay nahi karna chahti thi… lekin har second unki yaad chhil chhil ke andar ghus rahi thi. Camera ka red light, Adamath ka smirk, uski khud ki body ka betrayal, aur wo moment jab dard ne pleasure ki shakal le li thi.
“Main hi to gayi thi Dave ke paas… Pushpa ke liye… par wapas kya leke jaungi?”
Mirror ke saamne woh ab us Srivalli ko nahi dekh pa rahi thi jo Pushpa ke naam ki mang mein sindoor bharti thi. Ab woh bas ek figure thi—washed out, recorded, possessed.
Usne dressing table ke drawer se ek white robe nikala, wrap kiya… lekin woh kapda bhi uske guilt ko cover nahi kar sakta tha.
Uske phone pe ek message blink hua—Dave.

“Good job last night. Take the day off. We’ll talk in the evening.”

Srivalli ne phone side pe rakh diya… aankhon se ek aur aansu tapak gaya.
Aaj tak usne sirf apna tan diya tha. Aaj uska maan bhi toot gaya.


Srivalli dressing table se uthi, haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the. Uske pairon mein strength nahi thi, lekin usse pata tha—woh ab aur mirror mein apni aankhon ka sach nahi dekh sakti thi. Dheere-dheere woh bathroom ke taraf badhi, white robe uske around loosely tied, jaise uska apne upar se bharosa bhi dheere-dheere khulta ja raha ho.

Bathroom ka door band karke, usne saamne wall-mounted mirror ke neeche khud ko dekha. Usne apna robe halka sa side kiya… aur neeche dekha.
Uski chut ab puri tarah se stretched thi. Swollen. Red. Sensitive.
Woh woh jagah thi jo sirf ek pati ke naam se judi thi. Ab us jagah ka har kone Adamath ke fingerprints jaisa lag raha tha. Srivalli ki aankhon mein ek dum se paani bhar aaya, lekin ro nahi paayi. Uska gala ruk gaya tha.
“Woh ek jaanwar tha… aur main sirf ek body ban gayi thi…”
She whispered, staring down at herself. Har movement ab bhi sore tha. Har jagah us raat ki yaad likhi hui thi.


She turned on the shower.

Garam paani ke drops uske skin pe padte hi ek halki si jalan hone lagi. Jaise body bhi keh rahi ho — "Tu mujhe bhi saaf nahi kar sakti."
Lekin Srivalli ne paani ka pressure thoda aur badha diya. Woh poori tarah se bheeg gayi. Hair chipak gaya face se, aur usne apne haathon se apna jism rub karna start kiya. Collarbones, breasts, thighs, navel… sab jagah jaise woh uss raat ka nishaan hata rahi thi.
“Niklo mere andar se… sab kuch nikal do…” usne apne aap se kaha.
Uska hath neeche gaya, aur usne apni fingers se dheere se clean karna start kiya—lekin jahan touch karti, wahan yaad jalti thi. Adamath ka size, uske thrusts, uska lund ka har inch—sab kuch ab bhi andar mehsoos ho raha tha.
Srivalli ek kone mein baith gayi… water still pouring. Arms around her knees, forehead pressed to them. Pani ki dhaar uske shoulder pe girti rahi, lekin uska dil ab bhi sukha tha.
“Pushpa… kya tu kabhi mujhe waise dekh paayega jaise pehle dekhta tha?”
Koi jawab nahi tha. Bas silence.
Aur woh silence, usse sabse zyada dard de raha tha.



Subah ka waqt tha. Kaveri freshly ready ho rahi thi—simple blue kurti, neatly tied braid, bindi on forehead, and those shy innocent eyes jo uske sanskari upbringing ki sabse badi pehchaan thi. Pushpa ke ghar ki izzat, uske chhoti bhabhi, uske chacha ki beti… aur ab Pushpa ki responsibility.

Usne breakfast table pe aane se pehle apna phone check kiya, casually WhatsApp open kiya… aur tabhi ek unknown number se message aaya.
“You looked beautiful while sleeping.”
Kaveri ne confused ho kar message dekha, “Who is this?” reply kiya… lekin agla message ne uske haathon se phone gira diya.
Ek photo open hua—uski nude pic.
Woh so rahi thi, uske kapde dheere-dheere utare ja rahe the, photo mein clearly dikh raha tha ke kisi ne intentionally uski kurti khol di thi, inner pulled down, aur camera ne har angle se uske boobs, smooth bare skin, aur closed thighs ke beech ki intimate visibility tak sab capture kar liya tha.
Har photo ke saath short clips bhi the—unmei uska soft breathing, turned body, aur open sleeping pose dikh raha tha.
Kaveri ke haath kaanp gaye. Usne aankhen tightly band ki, lekin images uske dimaag mein flash hote rahe.
“Yeh… kab… kisne…?”
Neeche likha tha:
“Meet me tomorrow morning, behind your college. Come alone.”
Uska saans atak gaya. Woh pal mein gir gayi… chair par baithti hi rone lagi. Uska gala sookh gaya, chest mein tightness, aankhon mein sirf ek hi darr—agar yeh images viral ho gayi, toh?
“Mere papa… unka toh seedha heart fail ho jaayega…”
“Aur chacha Pushpa… unka naam, unka position, sab barbaad ho jayega.”
Woh turant apne boyfriend ko call karne lagi. 6 missed calls. No answer.
Uska dimaag freeze ho gaya. Yeh sab usi ke room mein hua tha.
Usse ab samajh aane laga tha… usne hi yeh sab kiya hai. Woh jisme sabse zyada trust karti thi… usne hi uske saath zindagi ka sabse ganda dhokha kiya.
“Main kis par bharosa karoon ab?” woh bas itna hi bol paayi, phone pakde-pakde rone lagi. Room mein sirf uske silent cries, fast heartbeat, aur shattered silence ghoonj raha tha.


Somewhere Else…
Jolly apne private lounge mein sofa pe aaram se baitha tha, haath mein whiskey ka glass, aur phone screen pe full brightness mein Kaveri ki nude images chal rahi thi.
Uska expression calm tha, lekin aankhon mein ek sick excitement tha.
Usne slow sip liya, aur smile kiya…
“Soon… she’ll be ready. My gift to dad, hand-delivered. Saaf, sanskari, aur ab meri.”
Usne assistant ko text kiya:
“Final prep for Kaveri: tracking on. If she tries to run, stop her. But don’t touch. She’s mine to deliver.”
Room mein soft jazz baj raha tha… lekin Jolly ka dimaag sirf ek cheez soch raha tha—
Kaveri Sharma: from a virgin girl-next-door… to CM’s birthday surprise.