Adultery Mere papa ke boss ko meri mummy ki badi gaand pasand hai.

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 8

"Meri maa aakhirkaar mere papa ke boss, Mr. Davendra se milti hai."

Hum airport pahunche lagbhag 45 minutes ke baad. Yeh huge aur super busy tha, jaise andar ek chhota city. Hazaaron log travel kar rahe the—badi families crying babies aur bags ke piles ke saath. 


Bade announcements har kuch minutes mein overhead boom kar rahe the: "Delhi jaane wali flight ab gate 12 pe boarding... Mumbai jaane walon ke liye last call..."


Dad ne door point kiya, crowded hall ke across. "Wahan dekho! Dekho us aadmi ko black suit mein? Woh private gate ke paas khada hai, bilkul un bade glass doors ke paas east side pe, main crowd se door."


Ek tall aadmi akela khada tha, suit sharp aur dark, haath peeche, sunglasses on even andar, important aur calm dikhta.
Main: "Wow, woh Davendra hai? Woh really tall aur serious lagta hai!"


Dad: "Haan beta, woh hi hai pakka. Chalo, uski taraf jaate hain before woh soche hum lost ho gaye."
Mom carefully dekhi, crowd ke through thoda squint karte hue. "Kishore, tum absolutely sure ho yeh Mr. Davendra hi hain? Sunglasses aur black tie wala?"


Dad: "Haan Prisha, hundred percent. Maine unhe office mein kaafi baar dekha hai. Lekin tum aise kyun pooch rahi ho? Kuch wrong hai kya?"


Mom: "Oh, bilkul nahi. Bas double-check kar rahi hoon taaki hum wrong person ke paas na chale jaayein. Aur batao, kya woh hamesha andar sunglasses pehnte hain? Kya woh person mein bahut strict hain? Unhe kis tarah ka khana pasand hai?"


Dad ne uski taraf dekha, wonder karte hue. "Prisha, questions slow karo! Haan, woh sunglasses zyadatar pehnte hain—kehte hain lights unki eyes bother karti hain. Woh work mein strict hain lekin fair, aur simple khana pasand, spicy ho toh behtar. Yeh sudden curiosity kyun?"


Mom quick smile ki. "Koi reason nahi, Kishore. Bas prepared rehna chahti hoon. Worry mat karo."
Dad: "Alright, agar tum kehti ho. Chalo un se milte hain."


Main: "Kya unhe hum pasand aayenge, Dad? Agar main kuch dumb bol doon toh?"
Dad: "Woh tumhe love karenge, Jai. Bas apne aap raho."


Hum uski taraf move karne lage, suitcases peeche roll karte hue, hearts fast beat karte thrill se jo aage aane wala tha.
Dad lead kiya, big smile karte hue jaise hum approach kiye. Unhone haath badhaya aur Mr. Davendra ki back lightly pat kiya, jaise old friends. "Sir! Hum pahunch gaye, bilkul time pe!"


Mr. Davendra turn kiya jaise hi unhone call finish kiya, phone pocket mein smooth motion se daalte hue. Unki eyes Dad ko dekh kar light up hui, aur woh warm grin mein break hue, straight white teeth dikhate. 


"Kishore! Finally, mera aadmi. Main sochne laga tha tum jet ko saari raat wait karwa doge." Woh hans diye, deep rumble jo open space mein thoda echo hua.


Dad chuckle kiye, firmly haath shake karte. "No way, sir. Hum yeh world ke liye miss nahi karte. Aur dekho, yeh family hai—mera beta Jai, aur meri beautiful wife Prisha."


Main aage badha, nerves aur awe ka mix feel karte. Mr. Davendra ka presence commanding tha, jaise woh poora airport own karte hon. Unhone apna bada haath pehle mujhe extend kiya.


"Jai, right? Tera dad tere baare mein hamesha baat karta hai. Milkar achha laga, young man." Unka grip strong tha lekin crush nahi karne wala, aur eyes mere pe lock, important feel karwaya.


"Nice to meet you too, sir," main bola, apne sore haath se best shake karte. "Thanks for all this—promotion, trip. Yeh amazing hai."
Woh nod kiya, abhi bhi smile karte. 


"Tere dad ne earn kiya hai. Hard worker woh. Ab chalo, tum sab ko board karwate hain before dark ho jaaye."


Phir Dad turn kiye Mom ko properly introduce karne. Woh thodi peeche khadi thi, golden jewelry lights catch kar rahi, stunning lekin thodi quiet. "Aur sir, yeh Prisha hai, mera better half. Woh hi ghar mein sab run karti hai."


Mom aage badhi, lekin main notice kiya woh unke face directly dekhne mein struggle kar rahi thi. Uski eyes ground pe dart, phir chest pe, gaze avoid karte. Mujhe hit hua—woh us aadmi ke bilkul bagal mein khadi thi jiski voice ne usse pehle tremble karwaya tha, ab do baar.


Woh deep powerful voice jo thunder ki tarah boom karti. Shayad person mein overwhelming thi, usse small ya nervous feel karwa rahi. Mujhe yaad aaya kaise usne ghar pe glass drop kiya, body shake sirf phone pe sun kar.


Ab face to face, shayad aur zyada strong.
Mr. Davendra uski taraf turn kiye, expression thoda soft. "Prisha, pleasure hai. Kishore ne tumhare baare mein bahut bataya hai." Unhone haath shake ke liye extend kiya.


Mom ek second hesitate ki, haath thoda tremble karte hue reach out. Unki fingers touch hui, aur maine dekha uske cheeks pink flush. Usne lightly grip kiya, lekin voice steady aayi.



"Nice to meet you, Mr. Davendra. Kishore hamesha batate hain aap team pe kitne tough hain."








Woh phir hans diye, uska haath usual se zyada der pakde before chhodne. "Mujhe Davendra bolo, please. Aur tough? Sirf jab zaroorat ho. Tera husband yahan best mein se ek hai—promotion deserve karta hai."


Mom weakly smile ki, haath wapas kheench kar jaise cold ho rub kiya.
Even Davendra impressed lag rahe the, eyes twinkle karte usse dekhte.


Usi time, Dad ka face change hua—unhone pockets frantically pat kiye. "Oh no! Lagta hai maine apna phone security checkpoint pe bhool aaya main terminal ke andar. Counter pe IDs check karte time chhod aaya hoga."


Davendra wave off kiya. "No problem. Jai, kyun na tu apne dad ke saath jaake le aaye? Prisha rush se thodi tired lag rahi—main usse apni car tak walk karwa dunga wahan. Hum tum dono ka wait kar lenge boarding se pehle."


Main nod kiya, quick confirm. "Okay sir. Hum fast honge."
Dad agree kiya. "Haan, zyada time nahi lagega. Thanks sir."


Sab move karne se pehle, Mom bend over hui high heels ke laces tie karne. Ek loose ho gaya tha walk se. Mujhe uska high heels pehnna zyada pasand nahi—woh uske usual style ke liye too modern lagte, jaise impress karne ki koshish.


Lekin woh insist ki outfit match karte. Usne thoda side turn kiya, waist se bend karke fix karne. Jaise hi kiya, uska rose-pink kurti thoda upar chadha, aur leggings ka silk material tight cling.


Saree-style dbang jo uspe tha uski gaand ke cheeks ke beech slip ho gaya, uski badi soft gaand clearly outline karte. Yeh round aur full thi, movements se thoda jiggle, golden embroidery light catch karte.


Davendra ki eyes uspe lock ho gayi, face shock dikhate—jaise believe nahi kar pa rahe kitni soft aur curvy lag rahi. Unka muh thoda khula, eyebrows raised.






Phir unhone throat clear kiya aur bola, "Woh heels tumpe great lag rahe hain, Prisha. Lekin aise bend karte careful—fun start se pehle ankle twist nahi karna chahte."


Mom quick straight hui, face uneasy, jaise uske saath akela rehna nahi chahti. Usne outfit smooth kiya, gaze phir avoid. "Thanks. Yeh new hain. Thode tricky."


Jaise hi woh uski black luxury car ki taraf walk karne lage, Davendra politely gesture kiya. "Tum pehle, Prisha."


Woh nod ki aur aage chali, heels click karte. Main wonder kiya kyun unhone aage walk karne bola—shayad gentleman? Lekin jaise Dad aur main terminal wapas jaane lage, maine shoulder pe glance kiya.


Davendra Mom ki badi gaand check out kar rahe the jaise woh chal rahi thi. Woh har step pe sway kar rahi thi, full aur round, silk material har curve hug karte. Uski gaand ke cheeks rhythmically move, left phir right, outline soft lekin firm years ke home workouts se ya jo bhi woh karti thi.


Pink saree tight stretch, sides pe dimples dikhate, aur bounce ka tarika notice karna hard nahi tha. Jaise do perfect globes, stares invite, bina uske meaning ke. Davendra ki eyes glued, Mom ki badi gaand ke shape trace karte, head thoda tilt jaise art appreciate kar rahe.








Humne Dad ka phone quick liya—woh wahi tha jahan chhoda—aur wapas rush kiye. 


Tab tak, Mom aur Davendra car ke paas the, lightly weather ke baare mein chat. Hum sab jaldi private jet board kiye. Andar luxurious—soft leather seats, mini bar, even TV. Flight smooth thi, aur hum us raat sea side fancy resort pe land kiye.


Resort beautiful tha, movie jaisa. Palm trees breeze mein sway, white sandy beaches stars ke neeche stretch, main building glass aur wood ka, soft golden lights se lit.


Private villas pools ke saath, spa, gourmet food serve karne wale restaurants. Davendra clearly rich—docks company mein shares, plus other businesses, no expense spared.


Hamara villa ocean views wala, king-sized beds, fresh flowers everywhere. Luxury scream kar raha tha.
8 pm pe, main apne room mein tha, unpack karte aur bed pe chill. Villa mein teen bedrooms, toh mera apna space. 



Maine phone nikaala aur ghar wali girl ko text kiya jise pasand karta tha—uska naam Riya. Hum weeks se chat kar rahe the, excited tha. "Hey, ab fancy resort pe. Wish tu yahan hoti," maine likha.


Usne fast reply: "Amazing lagta hai! Wapas aake sab batao. Aur woh kiss jo baat ki thi? Main in hoon jab tu ghar aaye. ?"
Mera heart skip—usne kiss agree kiya! Main grin kiya, flirty stuff text back, apne business mein.


Lekin phir, window se glance kiya aur dekha sirf Mom aur Davendra main lounge area ke wooden balcony pe khade. Yeh beach overlook karta, background mein waves softly crash.





Dad wahan nahi the; pata nahi Dad kahan the lekin resort pe nahi, iss time maine Mom aur Davendra ko baat karte dekha.
Main ek minute dekhta raha, curious. 


Davendra Mom mein interest dikhate, lean in karte speak. "Toh Prisha, Kishore kehta hai tumhe gardening love hai. Favorite flower kaunsa?"



Mom cool play ki, politely smile lekin distance keep. "Jasmine, actually. Yeh home ki yaad dilata hai. Tumhara kya, Davendra? Itne travel ke saath, hobbies ke liye time bhi milta hai?"


Woh chuckle kiye. "Touché. Mostly work, lekin good book by the sea enjoy karta hoon. Jaise yeh view—peaceful, hai na?"


Mujhe pata tha woh Mom ko outright seduce nahi kar rahe, lekin sure nahi. Unki eyes kabhi kabhi uspe zyada der linger. Phir Mom forest side ki taraf back turn ki, uski back mere taraf, elbow wooden balcony railing pe rest. 


Woh ocean face kar rahi, posture relaxed lekin elegant.
Uss position mein, uski badi gaand display pe thi, railing ke against thoda push out.





Rose-pink silk uske curves hug, full cheeks round aur prominent, jaise do soft pillows fabric ke neeche. Side se, natural sway dekh sakte, leggings perfectly fill, gentle crease jahan cheeks meet.


Dad ke boss intently uski badi gaand gaze kiye, eyes top se bottom shape trace.

Woh stare jaise har detail memorize, soft jiggle jaise weight shift, material flesh pe slightly dimple, roundness jo silhouette itni feminine banati. Unka gaze hungry, lips thoda parted, jaise plump aur inviting dekh kar look away nahi kar pa rahe lights ke neeche.



Mujhe andar anger bubble up hua—kaise dare kar rahe mere Mom ki badi gaand aise dekhne? Woh married thi, Dad ke liye loyal. Window se jahan khada tha, main even uski panty line faintly silk ke through dekh sakta tha, thin outline curve trace, sab real banate