11-12-2025, 07:21 PM
Malvika shaam ko 6:30 baje ghar pahunchi. Heels utarte hi kitchen mein ghusi, Anil already ghar par tha, sofa par baitha phone scroll kar raha tha. Malvika excited thi first day ke baare mein batane ko.
“Sun na, office mein sab bohot welcoming the!” wo kitchen se bolti hui salad bana rahi thi. “Team mein kaafi young log hain, Rohan, Aryan… sab ne properly introduce kiya. Canteen mein bhi sab saath baithe lunch kiya.”
Anil ne “hmm” kiya, phone se nazar nahi uthayi. Stock market ka chart dekh raha tha.
“Ek uncle type finance head bhi the, bohot help kar rahe the system setup mein,” Malvika continue karti rahi. “Aur waise, sab bole ki office mein energy aa gayi hai aaj se.”
Anil ne finally phone side mein rakha, “Acha? Good na. Khana jaldi bana, bhookh lagi hai.”
Malvika ka excitement thoda kam ho gaya. Wo chupchaap dinner serve karne lagi. Khaane ke dauran bhi Anil phone check karta raha, office mails dekh raha tha. Malvika ne do teen baar aur kuchh batane ki koshish ki, lekin baat aage nahi badhi.
Dinner ke baad bedroom mein dono ready hue. Lights dim, AC on. Routine sex—5-6 minute ka foreplay, Anil ne try kiya, Malvika ne bhi cooperate kiya, lekin jaise hi penetration hua, 40-45 second mein hi Anil khatam. Malvika ne kuchh nahi bola, side ho gayi. Anil ne “good night” bola aur 2 minute mein kharrate lene laga. Malvika ceiling dekh kar leti rahi, phir phone utha kar Instagram scroll karne lagi. Neend der se aayi.
Next day se routine set ho gaya.
Subah Anil 7 baje gym aur office. Malvika 9 baje uth kar ready ho kar 10 baje office. Shaam 6-6:30 tak ghar. Dinner. Thoda TV ya phone. Sex try karte toh 1 minute se kam mein khatam, warna seedha so jaate.
Office mein Malvika ka craze badhta gaya.
Roj colleagues flirt karne ki koshish karte—light compliments, extra smiles, lunch mein uske paas baithna, coffee offer karna.
Rohan roz subah “Good morning, beautiful” bolta. Aryan canteen mein uske plate mein extra fries daal deta, “Aapko pasand hai na?” Malvika politely handle karti, smile deti lekin baat aage nahi badhne deti.
Uncles bhi kam nahi the. Finance wala uncle roz corridor mein milta toh “Arre Malvika ji, aaj phir se killer lag rahi ho” bolta, nazar uske tight skirt ya deep-neck top par. Ek baar toh lift mein akela pada aur bola, “Beta, tumhare jaise log company mein aaye toh hum log bhi young feel karte hain.”
Ladke uski figure ko taadte rehte—jab wo whiteboard par likhti, peeche se uski gaand ka shape skirt mein perfect dikhta. Jab wo desk par jhuk kar laptop dekhti, cleavage saaf dikh jata. Pantry mein coffee banate waqt bhi 2-3 ladke achanak paas aa jaate, bahane se.
Lekin koi line cross nahi karta tha. Sab professional boundary mein hi rehta—flirty comments, stares, lekin unwanted touch ya direct proposal nahi.
Ek shaam dinner ke baad Anil aur Malvika society compound mein walk kar rahe the. Malvika ne simple black tank top aur leggings pehne the—body-hugging, uski curves clearly visible. Anil tracksuit mein, phone haath mein.
Gate ke paas do watchmen khade the—ek 40 saal ka, doosra 50+ ka buddha type. Jaise hi Malvika paas se guzri, dono ki nazar us par atak gayi. Wo uske swaying hips aur toned legs ko dekhte rahe.
Jab couple thoda door nikal gaya, watchmen aapas mein dheemi awaaz mein gossip karne lage.
“Arre yaar, ye wahi nayi bhabhi hai na? Building 7 mein rehne wali.”
“Haan re, kya maal hai be! Model lagti hai poori.”
“Uska pati dev toh bilkul patla dubla hai… buddha sa bhi lagta hai thoda. Ye itni jawan aur hot biwi ko kaise sambhalta hoga?”
Doosra hans kar bola, “Sambhalta kaise hoga be? Raat ko thak jaata hoga 2 minute mein hi. Aise aurat ko toh koi jawan mard chahiye jo poori raat…”
“Shhh… awaaz dheere, sun lega koi.”
Dono hansne lage, Malvika ko door jaate hue dekhte rahe.
Anil aur Malvika walk karte hue ghar ki taraf badh rahe the. Anil ko kuchh sunai nahi diya tha. Malvika ne shayad thoda awaaz sun liya, lekin usne ignore kar diya. Dono lift mein chadh gaye, flat mein ghus kar apne apne phone utha liye.
Ek aur din khatam ho gaya. Life chal rahi thi—surface par sab normal, andar se khokhli.
Malvika office join kiye hue teen hafte beet chuke the. Wo ab routine mein set ho chuki thi—subah sharp 10 baje pahunchti, desk par baith kar mails check karti, recruitment calls leti, aur team ke saath interact karti.
Ek Friday tha. Office mein thodi casual vibe thi kyunki weekend tha. Malvika ne ek navy blue fitted dress pehna tha—knee length, sleeveless, neckline square cut lekin thoda deep, jisme uska cleavage tastefully dikhai de raha tha. Dress body ko perfectly hug kar rahi thi, uski slim waist aur curvy hips ko highlight karte hue. Hair open, light makeup, red lipstick.
Shaam ko 5 baje ke aaspaas team ne decide kiya ki weekend kickoff ke liye pantry mein coffee aur snacks karte hain. 8-10 log gather hue—Rohan, Aryan, finance wala uncle, do teen ladkiyan, aur Malvika.
Coffee banate waqt Aryan (wohi marketing wala bold ladka) Malvika ke bilkul paas aa gaya. Pantry chhoti thi, toh bahana bana kar wo uske peeche khada ho gaya, coffee mug mein sugar daalte hue.
“Malvika, aaj toh killer lag rahi ho,” Aryan ne dheere se kaan mein bola, itna ki sirf wo sun sake. “Ye dress… specially weekend ke liye pehna hai kya?”
Malvika ne muskurate hue mug ghumaya, “Thank you Aryan, bas casual Friday hai na.”
Aryan ne thoda aur paas aate hue, counter par haath rakh kar usko thoda trap karne jaisa kiya. “Waise, weekend plans kya hain? Husband ke saath bahar ja rahi ho ya… free ho?”
Usne awaaz mein thodi teasing tone rakhi, nazar uske lips aur phir cleavage par chali gayi.
Malvika ko thoda awkward laga, lekin wo handle karna jaanti thi. Wo side hui, counter se hat kar, smile ke saath boli, “Haan, husband ke saath hi plans hain. Family dinner. Tumhare?”
Aryan ko lag gaya ki seedha rejection nahi, lekin hint clear tha. Wo hans pada, “Arre kuchh special nahi, bas friends ke saath. Agar kabhi bore ho jao toh bata dena, Bandra mein bohot achhi jagah jaanta hoon.”
Usne aankh maari aur coffee le kar side ho gaya.
Paas mein khada Rohan ye sab dekh raha tha. Usne Malvika ki taraf dekha aur light smile di, jaise sympathy ya “I told you he’s like that” wali.
Finance wala uncle bhi wahan tha, usne poora scene notice kiya. Coffee lete hue Malvika ke paas aaya aur protective tone mein bola, “Beta, Aryan thoda over-smart hai, ignore karna. Tum jaise decent ladki ke liye ye sab nahi chalta.”
Malvika ne has kar “It’s fine uncle, main handle kar leti hoon” bola.
Incident chhota tha, lekin Malvika ko realize hua ki office mein flirt ka level dheere-dheere badh raha tha. Aryan ne pehli baar itna direct try kiya tha—pehle sirf comments tak limited tha.
Ghar jaate waqt car mein wo sochti rahi—ye sab normal hai ya boundary cross ho raha hai? Abhi tak koi serious nahi tha, lekin agar badhe toh kaise handle karegi?
Shaam ko ghar pahunchi toh Anil kitchen mein tha. Malvika ne dinner ke time ye incident bataya, “Aaj office mein Aryan ne thoda flirt kiya, weekend plans poochha.”
Anil ne plate mein khana daalte hue casually bola, “Aisa toh hoga hi, tu itni beautiful hai. Ignore kar na.”
Malvika chup rah gayi. Usne umeed ki thi ki shayad thoda jealous feel karega ya protective, lekin Anil ka reaction bilkul flat tha.
Us raat bhi routine sex try kiya—40 second mein khatam. Malvika ne socha, office mein log flirt kar rahe hain kyunki unmein attraction hai, aur ghar par husband ko koi farak nahi padta.
Frustration aur badh gayi.
Malvika office join kiye hue ek mahina ho chuka tha. Wo ab team mein comfortable ho gayi thi—recruitment drives handle kar rahi thi, employee engagement events plan kar rahi thi. Rohan, wo 29 saal ka team lead, shuru se hi uske saath extra friendly tha. Good morning messages, lunch mein paas baithna, compliments—sab light tha, lekin noticeable.
Ek Thursday tha. Office mein quarterly review meeting khatam hua tha conference room mein. Sab log nikal rahe the, lekin Malvika ko kuchh files arrange karne the. Rohan bhi ruk gaya, bahane se help karne ke liye.
Conference room mein sirf dono hi bache the. Lights dim thi, projector off. Malvika table par jhuk kar papers collect kar rahi thi—usne aaj ek grey fitted blouse aur black high-waist skirt pehni thi. Blouse ke buttons thode tight the, jhukte hi uska deep cleavage aur milky boobs ka curve saaf dikh raha tha.
Rohan chair par baitha usko dekhta raha, phir khada hua aur paas aaya. “Malvika, tum meetings mein bhi itni focused rehti ho… impressive,” bola aur uske bagal mein khada ho gaya, files uthane ke bahane.
Malvika ne smile diya, “Thanks Rohan, bas kaam hai.”
Rohan ne thoda aur paas aate hue, table par haath rakh kar usko thoda block kar diya. Uski awaaz dheemi ho gayi, “Waise, seriously… tum office aayi ho tab se sabka mood up hai. Main bhi include hoon usmein.”
Usne nazar uske chehre se neeche cleavage par le jaate hue, “Tum jaanti ho na tum kitni hot ho? Husband lucky hai… ya shayad busy rehta hoga?”
Malvika ko ekdam se awkward feel hua. Wo seedhi khadi hui, files haath mein lete hue, “Rohan, ye professional space hai. Aise baatein nahi karte.”
Rohan ne hans kar haath uthaye, “Arre chill yaar, bas compliment tha. Itna serious mat lo.” Phir thoda aur bold hote hue, “Waise, agar kabhi coffee ke liye free ho—office ke bahar—bata dena. No strings, bas baat karne.”
Usne aankh maari aur uske shoulder par lightly haath rakhne ki koshish ki, jaise friendly touch.
Malvika ne turant side hui, haath hata diya, aur firm awaaz mein boli, “Rohan, main married hoon aur ye inappropriate hai. Please aage se aise comments mat karna.”
Rohan ka chehra thoda laal ho gaya, wo peeche hata, “Sorry Malvika, galat samajh gaya shayad. Won’t happen again.”
Wo jaldi se room se nikal gaya.
Malvika akeli reh gayi, uska dil thoda tez dhadak raha tha. Wo table par baith kar saans li—pehli baar kisi ne itna direct aur touch karne ki koshish ki thi. Professional boundary cross ho chuki thi.
Usne decide kiya ki ab ignore nahi kar sakti. Shaam ko ghar jaate waqt usne HR manager (apne boss) ko mail kiya—formally complaint nahi, lekin “uncomfortable situation” mention kar ke guidance maanga.
Boss ne next day call kiya aur Rohan se baat ki. Rohan ne maafi maang li, aur baad mein Malvika se bhi personally sorry bola, “Overstep kar gaya, professional rakhenge aage se.”
Office mein baad mein bhi Rohan thoda door rehne laga—baatein sirf work-related, no more compliments.
Malvika ko relief mila, lekin andar se sochne lagi—office mein attraction toh hai, log notice karte hain, desire karte hain. Ghar par Anil ko shayad farak hi nahi padta.
Us raat Anil ko bataya toh Anil ne casually bola, “Aisa hota hai office mein, handle kar liya na tune? Good.”
Malvika chup rah gayi. Frustration aur badh gayi—koi jealousy nahi, koi possessiveness nahi. Jaise uski wife ke saath flirt ho raha ho, usko koi tension nahi.
Incident khatam ho gaya, lekin Malvika ke dimaag mein ek nayi feeling jag gayi—wo attractive hai, desired hai… sirf ghar par nahi.
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“Sun na, office mein sab bohot welcoming the!” wo kitchen se bolti hui salad bana rahi thi. “Team mein kaafi young log hain, Rohan, Aryan… sab ne properly introduce kiya. Canteen mein bhi sab saath baithe lunch kiya.”
Anil ne “hmm” kiya, phone se nazar nahi uthayi. Stock market ka chart dekh raha tha.
“Ek uncle type finance head bhi the, bohot help kar rahe the system setup mein,” Malvika continue karti rahi. “Aur waise, sab bole ki office mein energy aa gayi hai aaj se.”
Anil ne finally phone side mein rakha, “Acha? Good na. Khana jaldi bana, bhookh lagi hai.”
Malvika ka excitement thoda kam ho gaya. Wo chupchaap dinner serve karne lagi. Khaane ke dauran bhi Anil phone check karta raha, office mails dekh raha tha. Malvika ne do teen baar aur kuchh batane ki koshish ki, lekin baat aage nahi badhi.
Dinner ke baad bedroom mein dono ready hue. Lights dim, AC on. Routine sex—5-6 minute ka foreplay, Anil ne try kiya, Malvika ne bhi cooperate kiya, lekin jaise hi penetration hua, 40-45 second mein hi Anil khatam. Malvika ne kuchh nahi bola, side ho gayi. Anil ne “good night” bola aur 2 minute mein kharrate lene laga. Malvika ceiling dekh kar leti rahi, phir phone utha kar Instagram scroll karne lagi. Neend der se aayi.
Next day se routine set ho gaya.
Subah Anil 7 baje gym aur office. Malvika 9 baje uth kar ready ho kar 10 baje office. Shaam 6-6:30 tak ghar. Dinner. Thoda TV ya phone. Sex try karte toh 1 minute se kam mein khatam, warna seedha so jaate.
Office mein Malvika ka craze badhta gaya.
Roj colleagues flirt karne ki koshish karte—light compliments, extra smiles, lunch mein uske paas baithna, coffee offer karna.
Rohan roz subah “Good morning, beautiful” bolta. Aryan canteen mein uske plate mein extra fries daal deta, “Aapko pasand hai na?” Malvika politely handle karti, smile deti lekin baat aage nahi badhne deti.
Uncles bhi kam nahi the. Finance wala uncle roz corridor mein milta toh “Arre Malvika ji, aaj phir se killer lag rahi ho” bolta, nazar uske tight skirt ya deep-neck top par. Ek baar toh lift mein akela pada aur bola, “Beta, tumhare jaise log company mein aaye toh hum log bhi young feel karte hain.”
Ladke uski figure ko taadte rehte—jab wo whiteboard par likhti, peeche se uski gaand ka shape skirt mein perfect dikhta. Jab wo desk par jhuk kar laptop dekhti, cleavage saaf dikh jata. Pantry mein coffee banate waqt bhi 2-3 ladke achanak paas aa jaate, bahane se.
Lekin koi line cross nahi karta tha. Sab professional boundary mein hi rehta—flirty comments, stares, lekin unwanted touch ya direct proposal nahi.
Ek shaam dinner ke baad Anil aur Malvika society compound mein walk kar rahe the. Malvika ne simple black tank top aur leggings pehne the—body-hugging, uski curves clearly visible. Anil tracksuit mein, phone haath mein.
Gate ke paas do watchmen khade the—ek 40 saal ka, doosra 50+ ka buddha type. Jaise hi Malvika paas se guzri, dono ki nazar us par atak gayi. Wo uske swaying hips aur toned legs ko dekhte rahe.
Jab couple thoda door nikal gaya, watchmen aapas mein dheemi awaaz mein gossip karne lage.
“Arre yaar, ye wahi nayi bhabhi hai na? Building 7 mein rehne wali.”
“Haan re, kya maal hai be! Model lagti hai poori.”
“Uska pati dev toh bilkul patla dubla hai… buddha sa bhi lagta hai thoda. Ye itni jawan aur hot biwi ko kaise sambhalta hoga?”
Doosra hans kar bola, “Sambhalta kaise hoga be? Raat ko thak jaata hoga 2 minute mein hi. Aise aurat ko toh koi jawan mard chahiye jo poori raat…”
“Shhh… awaaz dheere, sun lega koi.”
Dono hansne lage, Malvika ko door jaate hue dekhte rahe.
Anil aur Malvika walk karte hue ghar ki taraf badh rahe the. Anil ko kuchh sunai nahi diya tha. Malvika ne shayad thoda awaaz sun liya, lekin usne ignore kar diya. Dono lift mein chadh gaye, flat mein ghus kar apne apne phone utha liye.
Ek aur din khatam ho gaya. Life chal rahi thi—surface par sab normal, andar se khokhli.
Malvika office join kiye hue teen hafte beet chuke the. Wo ab routine mein set ho chuki thi—subah sharp 10 baje pahunchti, desk par baith kar mails check karti, recruitment calls leti, aur team ke saath interact karti.
Ek Friday tha. Office mein thodi casual vibe thi kyunki weekend tha. Malvika ne ek navy blue fitted dress pehna tha—knee length, sleeveless, neckline square cut lekin thoda deep, jisme uska cleavage tastefully dikhai de raha tha. Dress body ko perfectly hug kar rahi thi, uski slim waist aur curvy hips ko highlight karte hue. Hair open, light makeup, red lipstick.
Shaam ko 5 baje ke aaspaas team ne decide kiya ki weekend kickoff ke liye pantry mein coffee aur snacks karte hain. 8-10 log gather hue—Rohan, Aryan, finance wala uncle, do teen ladkiyan, aur Malvika.
Coffee banate waqt Aryan (wohi marketing wala bold ladka) Malvika ke bilkul paas aa gaya. Pantry chhoti thi, toh bahana bana kar wo uske peeche khada ho gaya, coffee mug mein sugar daalte hue.
“Malvika, aaj toh killer lag rahi ho,” Aryan ne dheere se kaan mein bola, itna ki sirf wo sun sake. “Ye dress… specially weekend ke liye pehna hai kya?”
Malvika ne muskurate hue mug ghumaya, “Thank you Aryan, bas casual Friday hai na.”
Aryan ne thoda aur paas aate hue, counter par haath rakh kar usko thoda trap karne jaisa kiya. “Waise, weekend plans kya hain? Husband ke saath bahar ja rahi ho ya… free ho?”
Usne awaaz mein thodi teasing tone rakhi, nazar uske lips aur phir cleavage par chali gayi.
Malvika ko thoda awkward laga, lekin wo handle karna jaanti thi. Wo side hui, counter se hat kar, smile ke saath boli, “Haan, husband ke saath hi plans hain. Family dinner. Tumhare?”
Aryan ko lag gaya ki seedha rejection nahi, lekin hint clear tha. Wo hans pada, “Arre kuchh special nahi, bas friends ke saath. Agar kabhi bore ho jao toh bata dena, Bandra mein bohot achhi jagah jaanta hoon.”
Usne aankh maari aur coffee le kar side ho gaya.
Paas mein khada Rohan ye sab dekh raha tha. Usne Malvika ki taraf dekha aur light smile di, jaise sympathy ya “I told you he’s like that” wali.
Finance wala uncle bhi wahan tha, usne poora scene notice kiya. Coffee lete hue Malvika ke paas aaya aur protective tone mein bola, “Beta, Aryan thoda over-smart hai, ignore karna. Tum jaise decent ladki ke liye ye sab nahi chalta.”
Malvika ne has kar “It’s fine uncle, main handle kar leti hoon” bola.
Incident chhota tha, lekin Malvika ko realize hua ki office mein flirt ka level dheere-dheere badh raha tha. Aryan ne pehli baar itna direct try kiya tha—pehle sirf comments tak limited tha.
Ghar jaate waqt car mein wo sochti rahi—ye sab normal hai ya boundary cross ho raha hai? Abhi tak koi serious nahi tha, lekin agar badhe toh kaise handle karegi?
Shaam ko ghar pahunchi toh Anil kitchen mein tha. Malvika ne dinner ke time ye incident bataya, “Aaj office mein Aryan ne thoda flirt kiya, weekend plans poochha.”
Anil ne plate mein khana daalte hue casually bola, “Aisa toh hoga hi, tu itni beautiful hai. Ignore kar na.”
Malvika chup rah gayi. Usne umeed ki thi ki shayad thoda jealous feel karega ya protective, lekin Anil ka reaction bilkul flat tha.
Us raat bhi routine sex try kiya—40 second mein khatam. Malvika ne socha, office mein log flirt kar rahe hain kyunki unmein attraction hai, aur ghar par husband ko koi farak nahi padta.
Frustration aur badh gayi.
Malvika office join kiye hue ek mahina ho chuka tha. Wo ab team mein comfortable ho gayi thi—recruitment drives handle kar rahi thi, employee engagement events plan kar rahi thi. Rohan, wo 29 saal ka team lead, shuru se hi uske saath extra friendly tha. Good morning messages, lunch mein paas baithna, compliments—sab light tha, lekin noticeable.
Ek Thursday tha. Office mein quarterly review meeting khatam hua tha conference room mein. Sab log nikal rahe the, lekin Malvika ko kuchh files arrange karne the. Rohan bhi ruk gaya, bahane se help karne ke liye.
Conference room mein sirf dono hi bache the. Lights dim thi, projector off. Malvika table par jhuk kar papers collect kar rahi thi—usne aaj ek grey fitted blouse aur black high-waist skirt pehni thi. Blouse ke buttons thode tight the, jhukte hi uska deep cleavage aur milky boobs ka curve saaf dikh raha tha.
Rohan chair par baitha usko dekhta raha, phir khada hua aur paas aaya. “Malvika, tum meetings mein bhi itni focused rehti ho… impressive,” bola aur uske bagal mein khada ho gaya, files uthane ke bahane.
Malvika ne smile diya, “Thanks Rohan, bas kaam hai.”
Rohan ne thoda aur paas aate hue, table par haath rakh kar usko thoda block kar diya. Uski awaaz dheemi ho gayi, “Waise, seriously… tum office aayi ho tab se sabka mood up hai. Main bhi include hoon usmein.”
Usne nazar uske chehre se neeche cleavage par le jaate hue, “Tum jaanti ho na tum kitni hot ho? Husband lucky hai… ya shayad busy rehta hoga?”
Malvika ko ekdam se awkward feel hua. Wo seedhi khadi hui, files haath mein lete hue, “Rohan, ye professional space hai. Aise baatein nahi karte.”
Rohan ne hans kar haath uthaye, “Arre chill yaar, bas compliment tha. Itna serious mat lo.” Phir thoda aur bold hote hue, “Waise, agar kabhi coffee ke liye free ho—office ke bahar—bata dena. No strings, bas baat karne.”
Usne aankh maari aur uske shoulder par lightly haath rakhne ki koshish ki, jaise friendly touch.
Malvika ne turant side hui, haath hata diya, aur firm awaaz mein boli, “Rohan, main married hoon aur ye inappropriate hai. Please aage se aise comments mat karna.”
Rohan ka chehra thoda laal ho gaya, wo peeche hata, “Sorry Malvika, galat samajh gaya shayad. Won’t happen again.”
Wo jaldi se room se nikal gaya.
Malvika akeli reh gayi, uska dil thoda tez dhadak raha tha. Wo table par baith kar saans li—pehli baar kisi ne itna direct aur touch karne ki koshish ki thi. Professional boundary cross ho chuki thi.
Usne decide kiya ki ab ignore nahi kar sakti. Shaam ko ghar jaate waqt usne HR manager (apne boss) ko mail kiya—formally complaint nahi, lekin “uncomfortable situation” mention kar ke guidance maanga.
Boss ne next day call kiya aur Rohan se baat ki. Rohan ne maafi maang li, aur baad mein Malvika se bhi personally sorry bola, “Overstep kar gaya, professional rakhenge aage se.”
Office mein baad mein bhi Rohan thoda door rehne laga—baatein sirf work-related, no more compliments.
Malvika ko relief mila, lekin andar se sochne lagi—office mein attraction toh hai, log notice karte hain, desire karte hain. Ghar par Anil ko shayad farak hi nahi padta.
Us raat Anil ko bataya toh Anil ne casually bola, “Aisa hota hai office mein, handle kar liya na tune? Good.”
Malvika chup rah gayi. Frustration aur badh gayi—koi jealousy nahi, koi possessiveness nahi. Jaise uski wife ke saath flirt ho raha ho, usko koi tension nahi.
Incident khatam ho gaya, lekin Malvika ke dimaag mein ek nayi feeling jag gayi—wo attractive hai, desired hai… sirf ghar par nahi.
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