Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

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Subah ki pehli roshni Dave ke luxurious cabin mein thi. Dave andar aaya, uske chehre pe fresh shakal thi, par aankhon mein raat bhar ki neend ki kami nahi. Usne door quietly band kiya aur Srivalli ko dekha.

Srivalli bed ke edge pe baithi thi, ek white silk robe mein lipti hui. Uska chehra pale tha, aankhon mein shame aur dard ka gehra nishan. Dave ne dheere se uske paas aake uski chin uthayi. Phir usne Srivalli ko dekha, uski nazar seedhe uski swollen aur bruised body par gayi. Dave ka haath robe ke neeche gaya, aur usne Srivalli ko gently, par forcefully, aage ki taraf jhukaya.
Dave ne Srivalli ki bare ass pe ek halki si tap ki. Usne uski chut ki taraf ek lambi, assessing nazar daali.
"Adimtha was wild, wasn't he, goddess? Usne toh puri chut khol di hai. Lagta hai tumne use really satisfied kiya."
Srivalli ne Dave ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski aankhon mein pure anger tha, disgust tha, lekin uske lips se ek lafz bhi nahi nikla. Woh janti thi protest ka koi fayda nahi. Gusse mein uski saansen tez ho gayi, par woh silent rahi. Internal voice: "Yeh sab jaanwar hain. Mera pati jail mein hai, aur main yahan inke saamne bik rahi hoon."
Dave ne shant hokar ek leather armchair kheench kar bed ke bilkul saamne rakha. Usne apni belt kholi, aur pants ko dheere se neeche kiya. Uska hard, thick lund bahar nikla—Adimtha jitna massive nahi, par fully erect aur threatening tha. Dave chair pe aaram se baitha, apne erection ko fully exposed karte hue.
Dave ne Srivalli ki kamar pakdi. Uski strong grip Srivalli ko control kar chuki thi. "Come here, goddess. Ride your next owner." Usne Srivalli ko uthaya, aur ek jhatke mein apne lund pe bitha diya.
Srivalli ki chut, jo kal raat se completely stretched thi, usne Dave ke lund ko easily accept kar liya. No resistance, no tightness felt. Dave ka lund uske andar smoothly slide ho gaya—jaise garm makhan mein chaku chala gaya ho.
Srivalli ne sharp, broken gasp liya. Yeh physical pain nahi, dil ka dard aur humiliation thi. Use feel hua ki uska sharir ab itna loose ho chuka hai ki koi bhi use easily penetrate kar sakta hai.
Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoon bhar aaye, par woh gusse se cheekh nahi paayi. Usne Dave ki aankhon mein dekha. Dave ka expression cold, satisfied tha. "Now move, goddess. Show me how grateful you are for your husband's freedom."
Srivalli ne majboori mein apne hips ko dheere-dheere hilana shuru kiya. Wet, sloppy sounds room mein goonj rahi thi. Har upward thrust aur downward grind pe Srivalli ke lips se soft, breathless moans nikal rahe the. Yeh moans pleasure ke nahi, pure pain aur self-loathing ke the.
"Uhhnn... aaah... Dave..."
Srivalli ne apne haath Dave ke shoulders pe rakhe, uske naakhun uski skin mein lightly press kiye. Uska gussa ab physical form mein transferred ho raha tha. Dave ne uske breast ko robe ke neeche se tightly squeeze kiya. "Zyada gussa mat kar, jaan. Relax ho jaa. Tu amazing lag rahi hai, ridden by me, for freedom."
Srivalli ne gusse aur apmaan mein apni speed thodi tez kar di. Moans aur loud ho gaye, lekin Dave ka control uski kamar par tha. Har thrust par Srivalli ka dil Pushpa ke liye rote hue, aur zindagi ke is bhavnaheen deal ko khatam karna chahta tha.
Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoon ka gehra nasha tha, aur Dave ka cold smile uski bebas jeevan ka prateek ban chuka tha. Woh sirf move karti rahi, ek robot ki tarah, jiska har thrust Pushpa ki azaadi ka daam tha.




Srivalli ab gusse aur majboori mein wild ho chuki thi. Uska gussa ab uske hips ki taal mein transferred ho chuka tha.

Dave ki lap par baithi hui, Srivalli tez aur rough thrusts ke saath upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Uski saansen phool chuki thi, aur honth gusse aur dard se kaanp rahe the. Woh apni kamar ko forcefully upar uthati, aur phir tez jhatke ke saath neeche girati, jaise har dhakke mein Dave se badla le rahi ho.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Srivalli ke geele chut aur Dave ke lund ke collision ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi.
Dave ka chehra pure pleasure mein tha. Uski aankhen aadhi band thi, aur gale se heavy, satisfied moans nikal rahe the: "Aah! Yes! Fuck! Goddess, you're wild! Move!"
Srivalli ne gusse mein Dave ke shoulders ko zor se pakad liya. Uski ungliyaan Dave ki skin mein burai ki tarah dhans chuki thi.
Dave ne ek haath se Srivalli ki kamar ko zor se pakda, aur doosre haath se uske baal kheench kar apna chehra uski taraf jhukaya. Srivalli ne aankhon mein gussa aur bebas dard bhara tha.
Dave ne bina der kiye apne honth Srivalli ke honthon par zor se dabaye (force kissing). Uski zubaan Srivalli ke mooh mein ghus gayi, dominant aur crude tareeke se uske hothon ko chaatne lagi.
Phir, Dave ne apne daanton se Srivalli ke nichle honth ko tez kaata (with bite).
Srivalli ke mooh se dard aur shock ka ek ghutta hua moan nikla ("Mmmhnn...!"). Uska sar peechhe jhatka, aur aankhon se garam aansoo gusse aur beizzati ke sath behn lage. Dave ne kiss nahi chhoda, apne honth aur zor se dabaye rakhe, Srivalli ke gusse ko apne pleasure mein doobate hue.
Srivalli ab do tarah ke dard mein thi: sharir ka dard aur apmaan ka dard. Uski aankhon mein Dave ke liye ghrina chamakti thi, par uske hips majboori mein tez dhakke khaate hue sawaari kar rahe the. Dave ke moans zyada hote ja rahe the, Srivalli ke har dard ko apni jeet samajhte hue.



Dave ne Srivalli ko kas ke apni lap par thaam liya. Uski saansen tez thi, aur aankhon mein wild possession thi. Usne apne lund ko ek tez aur deep thrust ke sath Srivalli ki chut mein pura andar ghusa diya.

Srivalli ki cheekh uske gale mein dab kar reh gayi. Uski aankhen band thi, aur sharir ek pal ke liye stiff ho gaya. Dave ne apna sara load Srivalli ke andar chhod diya—garam, thick cum ka ehsaas Srivalli ko apmaan aur shikast ki gehrai mein le gaya।
Dave ne ek deep groan ke sath uske upper body par jhuka, aur Srivalli ke hothon par ek lamba, possessive aur gandha kiss kiya। Apne honthon se uske hothon ko zor se chuste hue, usne Srivalli ko apni jeet ka ehsaas karwaya।
Jab kiss tuta, Dave ne Srivalli ke chehre ko apne haathon mein pakda। Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoo aur gussa tha।
Dave ne uska gussa dekhkar ek shaitani muskurahat di, aur ek dam low, controlling awaaz mein uske kaan ke paas bola:
"Good girl। Ab get ready for evening। Adimtha ne tumhari chut jitni stretch ki hai... aaj raat ko usse jyada stretch hogi।"
Srivalli ki aankhen shock se phail gayi। Uska matlab tha ki koi aur bhi aa raha hai।
Dave Srivalli ko apni lap se giraakar seedha khada ho gaya। Usne apni pants sambhaali। Ek last waqt usne bed par tuti hui aur nangi Srivalli ki taraf dekha—uske chehre par ek jeet ki chamk thi।
"Wait for me।" Dave ne sirf itna bola aur room se bahar chala gaya।
Srivalli bed par leeti thi—uske andar Dave ka cum tha, aur aankhon mein uske aakhri lafz goonj rahe the। Yeh raat aur bhi lambi hone wali thi।


Srivalli abhi bhi silken sheets par adh-nangi leeti thi, uski body par Dave ki zabrasti ke nishaan taaza the. Shaam ki dhoop cabin ki tinted windows se chhan kar aate hue usse aur zyada bechain kar rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein dard, gussa, aur majboori ka gahra samundar tha.

Door halke se khula, aur teen log andar aaye. Ek stylish Western stylist (makeup artist), ek designer assistant, aur security waala Indian man. Unka chup rehna aur apne kaam par focus rehna Srivalli ko apmaan ki ek aur bhavna de gaya। Uske liye yeh log sirf Dave ke hathyar the, jo usse raat ki nayi deal ke liye tayyar karne aaye the।
Srivalli ko unhone shanti se bathroom ki taraf guide kiya। Garm paani ki dhaar uske sharir par girne lagi, jism ki thakaan toh dho gayi, par dil ka bojh aur badh gaya। Har safai ke baad, uski aankhon mein Dave ka chehra aur Adimtha ka guroor aakar khada ho jata tha।

Makeover: The Sultry Indian Queen (Thammanna Style)

Jab Srivalli fresh hokar bahar aayi, makeup artist ne apna kaam shuru kiya।

• Aankhon ka teekhapan: Kajal aur Smoky Eyeliner ko gehra kiya gaya, jisse uski badi aankhen ek dum sultry, wild aur raazdaar lagne lagi। Uski aankhon mein jo dard tha, ab woh ek khaufnak junoon ki shakal le chuka tha।
  
• Hothon ki possession: Dark Red lip colour lagaya gaya, jo uska soft honth ko aur zyada bold aur tempting bana raha tha। Uski saansen jab tez chalti, toh honthon par ek ajeeb si shikaari muskaan aati thi।
  
• Baalon ka jungle: Uski ghani lambe baalon ko ek dum loose, open curls mein chhod diya gaya, jo uskii kamar tak jaate the। Yeh baal uskii wildness ko dikhaate the।
  

Stylist ne ab woh dress nikaala jiska Dave ne khud order diya tha। Yeh traditional South Indian lehenga style mein tha, lekin uskii design poori tarah erotic aur modern thi। (Rashmika Mandanna ki Thammanna dress ki tarah):

1. Blouse (Choli): Deep cut sleeveless choli, jo pure silk aur velvet se bana tha। Uskii neckline itni zyada deep thi ki uskii gol, bhari hui chhaati (full, round breasts) ka adhikansh hissa expose ho raha tha। Kapda uskii skin par itna tight tha ki uskii har saans ke saath uskii nipples ka shape bhi choli ke neeche se mehsoos ho raha tha।
   
2. Skirt (Lehenga): Skirt waist par itni tight thi ki uskii slim waist aur navel area poori tarah define ho gaye। Fabric pure net aur sheer tha, jisse uskii legs ka curve aur hip ka shape saf dikh raha tha। Aisa lag raha tha ki usne kuch pehnega nahi hai। Har kadm par uskii thighs aur knees ka movement poori tarah se sensual tha।
   
3. Dbanging (Palla): Palla sirf ek halka sa sajaavat tha, jo uskii kamar par se jaakar doosre shoulder par pin kiya gaya tha। Yeh pallu uskii bare back aur stomach ko aadha chhupa raha tha, par uskii cleavage aur exposed curves ko aur highlight kar raha tha।
   

Jab Srivalli mirror ke saamne khadi hui, toh uski aankhon mein sharam nahi thi। Usne dekha ki woh sirf ek aurat nahi, balki ek bhayanak khubsurti ki moorat thi। Uski heavy chhaati, tight waist, aur sheer skirt se jhalakti tang—sab kuch ek dam shikaari aur raajshahi lag raha tha।
Uski maang mein Pushpa ka sindoor tha, aur gale mein uska mangalsutra diamond necklace ke saath milkar use ek erotic Indian Queen bana raha tha—ek aisi rani jo apne pati ko bachane ke liye apne shareer ki azaadi de chuki thi।
Stylist ne ek lambe muskaan ke saath kaha: "Madam, Mr. Dave will lose his mind tonight।"
Srivalli ne sirf ek thanda nazar stylist ko diya। Uski aankhon mein ab bayan tha ki woh tootne ke liye nahi, balki Dave ke is gande khel ko khatam karne ke liye tayyar hai। Uski har sundarta ab uska hathyar ban chuki thi।









Srivalli ne gehri saans li. Uski body Red Designer Lehenga mein tight aur exposed thi, har move par seduction aur majboori ka ehsaas de rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein dard aur gusse ki aag thi, lekin lips par majboori ki tayyar muskaan thi।

Usne dheere se door khola aur niche lounge ki taraf kadm badhaye।



Niche lounge ka mahaul dark aur royal tha। Soft yellow lights, imported whiskey ki khushboo, aur ek bada round sofa tha।
Sofa par chaar shikaari apne shikaar ka intezaar kar rahe the। Srivalli ne ek nazar mein sabko pehchaan liya:

1. Dave (American Mastermind), jo aram se baitha tha aur uske chehre par possessive guroor tha।
   
2. Adimtha (African Giant), jiske aankhon mein raw hunger aur power ki chamk thi।
   
3. Arab Prince (Royal Lover), jo elegant andaaz mein baitha tha, lekin uskii nazar Srivalli ke har curve ko chhoot rahi thi।
   
4. French Guy (Casino Teaser), jiske chehre par phir se wohi cocky, teasing muskaan thi।
   

Charon ki aankhen ek hi jagah thi—Srivalli ke deep cleavage, tight waist, aur sheer lehenga se jhalakti tangon par।
Dave ne whiskey ka glass uthaaya, uske honthon par ek cold, triumphant smile thi।
"Gentlemen, now our Queen is here। Look at her... she's all dressed up for our farewell party।"
Srivalli dheere se room ke center mein aayi। Uski saansen tez thi, aur chhaati uska har dard bayaan kar rahi thi।
Dave ne apni jagah se utha kar uske paas aaya, aur uskii chin ko gently lift kiya।
Dave: "Goddess, aaj hamara last day hai। So let's enjoy our meal together।"
Srivalli ne apni aankhon mein dekha—uska chehra gusse se bhar gaya tha। In charon ki aankhon mein woh sirf ek khaana (meal) thi।
Srivalli: "Mujhe pta hai main kya hoon tumhare liye।" (Internal voice)
Dave ne ek bada smile diya, aur Srivalli ko center mein khada karte hue hukm diya।
Dave: "Dance, Queen। Show them what they are about to miss। Your husband's freedom is your reward, remember?"



Srivalli ek pal ke liye wahan khadi rahi, uska chehra dard aur pratishodh (revenge) se bhar gaya। Aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin usne unhe gusse mein nigal liya। Yeh uske survival ki aakhri raat thi।

Usne apni aankhon se har shikaari ki taraf dekha—Dave ko, Adimtha ko, Prince ko, French Guy ko। Aur usne apne mann mein kaha।
"Theek hai। Tumhe mera sharir chahiye na? Lekin aaj ki raat, main apna sharir sirf apne liye istemal karungi। Yeh dance mera hathyar hoga।"
Soft music chalu hua। Srivalli ne dheere se apne hips ko sway kiya। Uski aankhon mein dard tha, lekin uska har kadm apne aap mein ek jawaab tha। Lehenga ke sheer fabric se jhalakti uskii tangon ka movement, uskii tight choli se ubharte breasts ka halka sa bounce—sab kuch erotic aur powerful tha।
Woh naach rahi thi, lekin uska har move unhe tease kar raha tha, unke gusse aur junoon ko bharka raha tha। Srivalli ne apne gusse ko apni aakhri taaqat bana liya tha। Uski aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin uske chehre par ek bhayanak muskaan thi। Yeh uske balidaan ki aakhri saal thi।








Srivalli ka Dance of Defiance lounge ke mahaul mein aag laga raha tha. Uski ankhon mein dard tha, par har move mein ek ajeeb se junoon ki chamk thi, jise woh apne shikarion ko tease karne ke liye istemal kar rahi thi. Sheer Red lehenga mein uskii body ek dam vibrant aur wild lag rahi thi.




Chaaron shikari sofa se uthe, apne shikar ko gheyrne lage। Unki aankhon mein bechaini, junoon, aur malikana haq (ownership) tha।
Adimtha (African Giant) sabse pehle aage aaya। Uski aankhon mein last night ka nasha tha। Usne Srivalli ki kamar ko zor se pakda, uskii body ko apni masive body se press kar diya। Uski saansen Srivalli ke gale par padi, aur usne apne honthon se Srivalli ke gale par ek gehra, possessive kiss chhod diya।
Srivalli ki aankhen band ho gayi, mooh se halki si siski nikli। Adimtha ne apne bhavya haathon se uskii choli ke upar se uskii chhaati (breasts) ko zor se squeeze kiya। Srivalli ab Adimtha ki baahon mein dance kar rahi thi।
Arab Prince apni badi haisiyat ke saath dusri taraf se aaya। Usne Srivalli ke baalon ko apni mutthi mein pakda, aur uska chehra apni taraf ghuma liya। Apne honthon ko Srivalli ke hothon par dabakar, usne ek lamba, wild, french kiss kiya। Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin Arab uska saara dard apni possessive kiss mein peena chahta tha। Adimtha uski kamar ko thaame hua tha, aur Arab uske honthon ko choom raha tha—Srivalli ab do shikariyon ke beech ghiri thi।
French Guy (Casino Teaser) aur zyada bold ho gaya। Woh neeche jhuka, aur Srivalli ki sheer skirt ke neeche se uski tangon (legs) ko sahlaane laga। Usne Srivalli ki inner thigh par soft kisses chhod diye, aur uskii chut ke paas apne honthon ko le gaya। Srivalli ka sharir halki si shiver ke saath aur tez hila।
Charon ab Srivalli ke charon taraf the—Adimtha aur Arab upar se uska jism choom rahe the, French Guy neeche se uskii jism ki garmi ko mehsoos kar raha tha। Srivalli ki aankhon mein paani tha, lekin uski saansen ab sirf majboori aur apmaan mein tez chal rahi thi।



Dave wahi sofa par aram se baitha tha, apne honthon par ek cold, cruel muskaan ke saath। Uske saamne uskii deal thi—uski goddess uskii aankhon ke saamne doosre mardon ke haathon mein apmaan seh rahi thi।
Dave ne whiskey ka sip liya aur low awaaz mein apne aap se kaha: "Beautiful. Isse kehte hain real Indian Queen ka balidaan।"
Srivalli un charon ke beech ghiri hui thi, uski choli ek taraf se kheench chuki thi, aur uskii chhaati adhe se zyada bahar thi। Uske gale mein mangalsutra tha, jo har touch par hil raha tha—ek patni ki nishani, jo ab sarvjanik apmaan seh rahi thi।
Yeh aakhri raat thi—jahan Srivalli ki dignity ke tukde ho rahe the।