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Geeti sofa se dheere dheere uthi, jaise har ang thak gaya ho. Kal tak jo Geeti thi, aaj bilkul alag mehsoos ho rahi thi. Deva ne uski zindagi mein woh pal la diya tha, jo usne kabhi kisi ke saath mehsoos nahi kiya. Uski chal mein ek ajeeb si dheemi taqat thi, dard bhi tha par usmein chhupa sukoon zyada gehra lag raha tha.
Soham side mein khada tha, aankhon mein thoda concern, thoda mazaak. Usne Geeti ka haath pakad ke halka sa support diya. “Oye, superstar! Chalne mein mushkil ho rahi hai kya? Ab lag raha hai asli zindagi ka mazaa?”
Geeti ki aankhon mein sharm bhi thi aur khushi bhi. Uska chehra laal ho gaya, par woh apne aap pe muskurayi. “Pata nahi Soham, aaj jo mehsoos ho raha hai, woh pehle kabhi nahi hua. Mujhe lag raha hai main sach mein abhi jeena start ki hoon.”
Soham ne teasing mein bola, “Ab koi bhi restriction nahi raha, Geeti! Ab toh tu apni zindagi khud likh sakti hai. Jo chahe woh feel kar, jo chahe woh kar!”
Geeti bhi ab hans padi, uski hansi mein ek nayi azadi thi. “Sahi bola tune. Deva ne jab meri woh boundary tod di, tab mujhe laga main andar se bilkul free ho gayi hoon. Jaise main koi aur hi insaan hoon ab.”
Uske baad woh seedha bathroom chali gayi. Darwaza band karte hi usne aaine mein apna chehra dekha, toh ek pal ke liye shock ho gayi. Yeh Geeti kaun thi? Chehre pe laali thi, baal thode bikre hue, aankhon mein kuch alag sa glow.
Woh dheere se apni nangi body ko dekhti rahi. Boobs pe Deva ke bite marks the, nipples abhi bhi tight, chest pe halki si redness—jaise har kiss, har touch, ab bhi uski twacha pe likha hua ho. Uski chut abhi bhi cum se bhari thi, aur peeche se halka sa blood dikh raha tha—us raat ki sabse badi yaad.
Ek pal ke liye sharm aayi, par phir us sharm ko pighla diya us naye confidence ne. Usne apni ungli se woh nishaan chhua, aur socha—yeh sab kuch uska hi toh hai. Yeh uski zindagi 


ka naya chapter hai.

Shower on karte hi paani ki thandi boondein uske sare jism pe nache lagi. Har boond, har chhooan jaise uske andar ki saari thakan ko dhoti ja rahi thi. Geeti ne aankhein band kar li, apne aap ko feel kiya—yeh dard, yeh sukoon, yeh liberation.
Uske mann mein flashes aa rahe the—Deva ka touch, uski aankhon ka intense look, Soham ki teasing, apni hi awaz, apni moans. Ek ajeeb si garmi uski body mein daud gayi. She wasn’t ashamed anymore. She was curious, alive, and hungry for more.
Usne paani mein khud ko saaf kiya, bite marks ko dheere se rub kiya, par har nishaan usko yaad dilata raha ki aaj raat kuch alag tha. Yeh marks ab uske liye dukh ki nishani nahi, pride ka medal the.
Nahakar, towel mein lapet ke jab woh baahar aayi, toh uski chaal mein ek nayi confident energy thi. Geeti ab woh bholi, dare hui ladki nahi rahi. Ab woh khud pe proud thi—apne decisions pe, apni azadi pe.
Mirror ke samne khadi ho kar usne khud ko dekha aur muskurayi. “Ab main kisi ki nahi, sirf apni hoon,” usne khud se kaha.
Woh raat, woh dard, woh sukoon—sab kuch uske andar ek nayi taaqat ki tarah daud raha tha. Geeti ko ab pata tha, jo bhi ho, ab woh khud ke liye jeeyegi. Koi aur uski boundaries define nahi karega.
Us raat usne pehli baar khud ko poora mehsoos kiya—andar tak, har emotion, har pleasure, har dard.


Agli subah Geeti ki aankh khuli toh lag raha tha jaise ek sapna dekh rahi ho. Pichli raat ka dard ab ek meetha yaad banke reh gaya tha, par aaj ka din kuch aur tha—nayi umeedein, nayi journey. Thailand ki flight thi, aur Geeti ka mood bhi ekdum naya tha.
Subah fresh hone ke baad, Geeti ne wardrobe khola. Usne socha, aaj kuch alag try karti hoon. Ek soft peach color ki cotton saree nikali—simple, classy, par touch mein thoda modern. Uska blouse sleeveless tha, boat neck style, peeche se deep cut, jis se uski slim kamar aur smooth shoulders aur bhi highlight ho rahe the. Saree ki border par golden embroidery thi, halki si shine, jo sunlight mein aur bhi khoobsurat lag rahi thi. Baal usne ek loose messy bun mein bandh diye, kuch strands samne gir rahe the—thoda innocent, thoda seductive. Kan mein chhote golden jhumke, haathon mein ek slim gold kada aur mangalsutra, lips par thoda nude peach lipstick, aur aankhon mein kajal ka magic.
Mirror ke samne khadi ho kar usne ek quick selfie li—angle thoda upar se, taaki blouse ka cut bhi dikh jaaye, smile mein confidence aur aankhon mein excitement. Click.
Tabhi phone par ek ping aaya—MD ka message:
MD: “All set, Geeti? Safe travels. Show Thailand how it’s done!”
Dusra ping, Raghavan ka—
Raghavan: “Don’t forget, you’re representing the team. And don’t shop too much ?.”
Geeti ne apni selfie dono ko bheji, ek caption ke saath:
“Ready for takeoff! Wish me luck ?✈️”
MD ka quick reply aaya:
MD: “Wow, saree game on point! Make us proud.”
Raghavan ne bhi thumbs up bheja, aur ek laughing emoji.
Itna sab ho raha tha, tab tak Soham aa gaya, coffee ka mug leke. Usne Geeti ko dekha aur whistle maara, “Arre waah, madam! Thailand wale toh airport se hi flat ho jayenge. Dekh lo, mujhe bhool mat jaana!”



Geeti ne thoda nakhre dikhate hue kaha, “Aise mat bol, warna airport pe hi line lag jayegi!”

Dono haste haste car tak gaye. Road pe thodi masti, thoda teasing—Soham ne bola, “Dekho, saree mein aaj toh aag laga di tumne. Flight attendants bhi confuse ho jayenge—‘passenger hai ya brand ambassador?’”
Airport pe drop karte hue Soham ne wink kiya, “Go have fun, Geeti! Aur koi nayi boundary cross karni ho toh mujhe tag kar dena, story mein.”
Geeti hans padi, ek confident smile ke saath boli, “Don’t worry, ab toh main khud apni story likhungi.” Usne Soham ko hug diya, ek pyara sa bye kaha, aur apne trolley ke saath airport ke andar chali gayi—saree ki pallu hawa mein lehrate hue, aankhon mein naye sapne aur chehre par ek nayi pehchaan ke saath.