Adultery Mumbai: City of dreams

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Maldives ke private resort mein Anil aur Malvika ka overwater villa tha. Din mein wo beach pe relax karne gaye. December ka mausam perfect tha—dhूप tez lekin hawa thandi, samundar bilkul neela aur saaf.

Malvika ne apna suitcase kholte hi saare sexy swimsuits nikale the. Aaj usne ek black string bikini pehna tha—top itna chhota ki uske full, firm breasts ka zyadatar hissa dikh raha tha, side ties barely cover kar rahe the. Bottom bhi high-cut tha, uski lambi toned legs aur curvy hips ko aur highlight kar raha tha. Uske flat stomach par navel piercing chamak raha tha, aur long wavy hair beach waves mein khule hue the. Sunglasses lagaye, wo jaise koi international model private beach pe shoot kar rahi ho.

Anil ne simple blue trunks pehne the. Wo bilkul patla tha—chest flat, arms thin, aur scalp par baal bhi kaafi kam the, thoda balding lag raha tha. Uske bagal mein khadi Malvika usse ek head lambi lag rahi thi. Dono haath mein haath daale beach pe chal rahe the, sunbeds par baithe.

Beach pe aur bhi couples the—mostly foreign tourists, kuchh Indian honeymooners. Jaise hi Malvika aur Anil paas se guzarte, logon ki nazar ruk jaati.

Ek German couple sunbed par baitha tha, husband apni wife ke kaan mein kuchh bola aur dono Malvika ko dekhte rahe. Wife ne bhi surprised expression diya. Door ek American couple cocktails pee raha tha, husband ka muh khula reh gaya, wife ne elbow maara lekin khud bhi stare kar rahi thi.

Kuchh Indian couples mein wives apne husbands ko glare kar rahi thi ki “dekho kitna stare kar rahe ho”. Ek newlywed Indian husband toh phone nikaal kar chupke se Malvika ki photo lene laga.

Anil sab feel kar raha tha. Wo Malvika ka haath tightly pakad kar chal raha tha, lekin uska chehra laal ho raha tha. Wo jaanta tha log kya soch rahe hain—ki ye patla, chhota, ganja sa aadmi is supermodel jaise aurat ke saath kaise? Sugar daddy lag raha hoga shayad.

Malvika ko bhi thoda awkward lag raha tha, lekin wo confident thi. Wo apna bikini thoda adjust karti, smile deti logon ko, aur Anil ke bagal mein aur chipak kar chalti, jaise keh rahi ho “yes, he’s my husband”.

Shaam ko villa mein dinner ke baad first night thi honeymoon ki.

Room mein dim lights, balcony se lehron ki awaaz, bed par rose petals. Malvika ne red lace lingerie pehna tha—bra sheer thi, nipples dikh rahe the, aur thong barely kuchh cover kar raha tha. Wo Anil ko kiss karte hue bed par le gayi.

Anil excited tha, lekin nervous bhi. Wo Malvika ke body ko choone laga, uske breasts dabaye, kiss kiya neck par. Malvika bhi respond kar rahi thi, usne uska underwear utara aur uske upar chadh gayi.

Jaise hi wo andar gaya, Anil ka excitement peak par pahunch gaya. Sirf 20-25 seconds mein hi uska body tense ho gaya. “Malvika… sorry…” wo bas itna bol paya aur jhad gaya.

Malvika upar se hati, uske chehre par disappointment saaf thi. Wo kuchh nahi boli, bas side let gayi. Anil uske paas aane ki koshish ki, “Baby, sorry… next time better hoga… jet lag hai shayad…”

Malvika ne “it’s okay” bola, lekin awaaz mein udaasi thi. Wo sheet odh kar uski taraf peeth kar ke let gayi, aankhein khuli hi rahi uski. Bahar lehrein chal rahi thi, villa mein silence tha.

Anil bhi guilty feel kar raha tha, ceiling ko dekhta raha. Uske dimaag mein reception ke uncles ke comments ghoom rahe the—“sambhal payega na beta?”

Pehli raat honeymoon ki, aur Malvika disappointed aur unsatisfied soyi. Anil jaanta tha ki ab poore honeymoon yahi pressure rahega.