11-12-2025, 07:35 PM
Rohan ke incident ke baad office mein kuchh dino tak sab normal chala. Rohan ab Malvika se sirf work-related baatein karta—mails, meetings mein formal hi. Wo thoda sharminda bhi lagta tha, nazar milane se kabhi-kabhi bachata.
Lekin Aryan ko jab ye baat pata chali (office mein gossip jaldi failta hai), uska attitude badal gaya. Pehle wo light flirt karta tha, lekin ab usmein ek competition si feeling aa gayi. Jaise Rohan ki haar uski jeet ho.
Ek Monday subah team meeting thi. Malvika ne red fitted top aur black skirt pehni thi—top thoda low-cut, uska cleavage tastefully visible. Meeting mein presentation Rohan de raha tha, lekin Aryan baar-baar Malvika ki taraf dekhta aur smile deta.
Meeting khatam hone ke baad Aryan turant Malvika ke desk par aaya. “Malvika, lunch mein chalegi aaj? Nayi Italian jagah khuli hai paas mein, try karte hain.”
Malvika ne politely mana kiya, “Aaj packed lunch hai ghar se, thanks Aryan.”
Aryan ne dramatic sigh kiya, “Arre yaar, Rohan ko toh mauka mila tha coffee ka, mujhe lunch bhi nahi?” Usne awaaz thodi oonchi rakhi taaki paas ke log sun lein.
Rohan door se ye sun raha tha. Usne files band kiye aur paas aaya, “Aryan, zyada smart banne ki zaroorat nahi. Malvika ne clearly bola na wo interested nahi.”
Aryan hans pada, “Arre bhai, tu toh already try kar ke fail ho chuka hai na? Ab meri bari hai.”
Atmosphere ekdam tense ho gaya. Doosre colleagues dekhte reh gaye. Malvika shocked thi—ye dono ab usko le kar openly compete kar rahe the.
Malvika ne firm awaaz mein bola, “Dono please, ye office hai. Main yahan kaam karne aati hoon, kisi ke saath date par nahi. Aage se aise baatein nahi chahiye.”
Aryan ne haath uthaye, “Chill Malvika, bas mazak kar raha tha.” Lekin uski aankhon mein challenge tha Rohan ki taraf.
Rohan ne kuchh nahi bola, bas Malvika ki taraf dekha jaise sorry keh raha ho, aur wapas desk par chala gaya.
Us din ke baad dono mein silent rivalry shuru ho gayi.
- Aryan ab purposely Malvika ke desk par zyada time spend karta—files discuss karne ke bahane, coffee la kar deta, loud compliments deta taaki Rohan sun le. “Malvika, aaj ye dress mein bilkul stunning lag rahi ho.”
- Rohan opposite strategy—wo ab extra professional ban gaya. Malvika ki help karta work mein, emails mein appreciate karta, lekin personally door rehta. Kabhi-kabhi Aryan ko ignore karta ya sarcastic comments maarta, “Kaam pe dhyan do Aryan, flirting se promotion nahi milta.”
Pantry mein ya lift mein jab teeno saath hote, awkward silence hota. Aryan Malvika ko tease karta, Rohan cold stare deta.
Ek baar team outing thi—Friday evening drinks office ke paas bar mein. Malvika mana kar rahi thi jaane se, lekin boss ne sabko insist kiya.
Bar mein Aryan ne Malvika ke paas baithne ki race lagayi, glass offer kiya, “First drink on me!”
Rohan door baitha watch kar raha tha, phir aaya aur Malvika ke dusri side baith gaya. “Malvika, agar koi problem ho toh batao, main drop kar dunga ghar.”
Aryan ne mock kiya, “Arre protector ban raha hai? Wo khud handle kar legi.”
Malvika frustrated ho gayi, dono se thoda door hui aur boss ke paas baith gayi. Usne decide kar liya ki ab team outings avoid karegi.
Office mein gossip bhi shuru ho gaya—ladkiyan bolti, “Ye dono Malvika ke peeche pagal ho gaye hain.” Uncles hans kar comment karte, “Beta ko toh maza aa raha hoga itna attention mil kar.”
Malvika ko ye sab pasand nahi tha. Wo professional rehna chahti thi, lekin dono ki rivalry ki wajah se wo center mein aa gayi thi.
Ghar par Anil ko bataya toh Anil ne phir wahi casual reaction, “Office politics hota hai, ignore kar. Tu beautiful hai toh aisa hoga hi.”
Malvika ko aur gussa aaya—ghar par koi possessiveness nahi, office mein do ladke uske liye lad rahe hain.
Rivalry badhti ja rahi thi, aur Malvika beech mein stuck feel kar rahi thi. Wo sochne lagi—ab kya kare, job chhode ya strict action le? Lekin abhi tak dono ne boundary cross nahi ki thi dobara, bas competition tha.
Tension badh raha tha office ke environment mein.
Malvika ne office ki rivalry ko poora ignore karne ka decide kar liya. Aryan aur Rohan ki competition ab bhi chal rahi thi—kabhi pantry mein indirect taunts, kabhi meetings mein ek doosre ko undercut karna—lekin Malvika sirf professional rahi. Unke messages ka short reply, lunch mein door baithna, aur kaam pe full focus. Dheere dheere dono ko samajh aa gaya ki wo interested nahi hai, toh rivalry thodi thandi pad gayi.
Ab uska frustration nikalne ka naya tareeka tha—gym.
Society ke basement mein ek decent gym tha—treadmill, weights, cross-trainer, aur mirrored walls. Malvika ne evening 7-8 baje ka slot choose kiya. Subah office, shaam gym, phir ghar. Isse uska body aur toned hone laga, aur mentally bhi relief milta.
Pehle din wo gym mein ghusi—tight black sports bra aur high-waist leggings pehne. Sports bra mein uske big, firm boobs perfectly supported the, lekin deep cleavage aur side-boob thoda visible. Leggings uski badi gol gaand aur toned legs ko bilkul hug kar rahi thi. Pony tail, earphones, aur focused expression.
Gym mein 5-6 log the—do uncles (50+ ke retired type), teen young lads (22-25 ke, building mein hi rehte the), aur ek do ladies.
Jaise hi Malvika treadmill par chadhi, poora gym ekdam silent ho gaya. Uncles bench press rok kar dekhte reh gaye. Ladke dumbbells chhod kar mirror se uski reflection dekhne lage.
Ek uncle, Gupta uncle, paas aaya aur “beta, pehli baar? Help chahiye kya form mein?” bola, nazar uske sweat se chamakte cleavage par.
Malvika ne earphones nikale, politely smile diya, “Thank you uncle, main manage kar lungi.”
Lekin uncles aur ladke flirt karne lage.
**Daily scene aisa ban gaya:**
- Gupta uncle roz uske paas wali machine par aata. “Arre beta, ye weight zyada mat uthana, body injury ho jaayegi,” bol kar uski waist ya thighs ki taraf indicate karta.
- Doosra uncle, Sharma uncle, water break mein paas aata, “Malvika ji, aap toh ab regular aa rahi ho. Body bahut achi ban rahi hai… husband ko competition ho jaayegi,” aur gandi hasi hasta.
Young lads zyada bold the.
Ek ladka, Vikrant (23-24 ka, college student), roz Malvika ke treadmill ke paas khada ho jata. “Bhabhi, aapki stamina bahut achi hai… kitne minute run karti ho?” aur nazar uski bouncing boobs par.
Doosra ladka, Sameer, squats ke time mirror ke saamne khada ho jata taaki uski gaand ka view mile. “Bhabhi, form correct karun? Glutes ke liye ye better hai,” bol kar demonstrate karta aur paas aane ki koshish.
Ek baar toh teeno lads ne group bana kar uske around circle kar liya—ek water offer karta, doosra towel, teesra playlist poochta. “Bhabhi, aap single lagti ho gym mein… husband nahi aate kya?”
Malvika har baar politely handle karti. “Haan, wo busy rehte hain. Thank you,” bol kar earphones laga leti aur intensity badha deti. Wo jaanti thi sab uski figure ko ghoor rahe hain—jab wo plank karti, boobs press hote; deadlift mein gaand upar; stretching mein curves highlight.
Anil ko ye sab bataya toh Anil ne phir wahi flat reaction, “Gym mein aisa hi hota hai, log dekhenge. Tu fit reh rahi hai na, good.”
Malvika ko aur irritation hui—ghar par husband ko koi jealousy nahi, bahar sab uske peeche pagal.
Lekin gym jaari rakha. Usne better earphones khareede, zyada intense workout kiya, aur ignore karna seekh liya. Body aur sexy banta ja raha tha—abs define ho rahe the, gaand aur tight, boobs firm.
Society ke gym mein ab uska entry hote hi excitement hota—uncles aur lads time adjust kar ke aane lage. Gossip bhi chalta: “Yaar, wo bhabhi daily aati hai… kya figure hai!” “Uska pati toh bilkul patla hai, gym nahi aata… wo kaise satisfy karta hoga?”
Malvika sab sun leti thi kabhi-kabhi, lekin muskurati aur apna workout complete kar leti.
Gym uski therapy ban gaya tha—frustration nikalti, confidence badhta, aur shayad andar se ek alag si feeling bhi jag rahi thi: wo desired hai, attractive hai, aur log uske liye effort kar rahe hain.
Life chal rahi thi, lekin andar se ek badlaav shuru ho chuka tha.
Malvika ne gym jaana shuru kiya tha sirf 4-5 din hue the. Abhi wo comfortable nahi thi poore tareeke se, lekin determined thi. Ek Wednesday evening, 7:15 baje ke aaspaas wo gym mein ghusi.
Us din usne ek bright pink sports bra pehna tha—deep V-neck style, jisme uske big milky boobs ka cleavage bahut boldly dikhai de raha tha. Sweat absorb karne wala fabric tha, lekin tight fit ki wajah se har breath mein bounce ho raha tha. Neeche black high-waist leggings—uski curvy hips aur perfectly round, badi gaand ko poora highlight kar rahi thi. Pony tail, earphones, aur light sweat already face par.
Gym mein us waqt 6-7 log the. Do uncles side mein cardio kar rahe the, teen young lads weights area mein. Jaise hi Malvika treadmill ki taraf gayi, sabki nazar us par atak gayi.
Wo treadmill par chadhi, warm-up shuru kiya—slow walk se jog. 5 minute mein hi sweat aane laga, sports bra thoda wet ho gaya, cleavage aur shine karne laga.
Tabhi pehli flirt hui.
Ek young ladka, Vikrant (23-24 saal ka, building mein hi rehta tha, college final year), dumbbells chhod kar paas aaya. Wo muscular tha, gym regular, tight vest pehna tha. Wo Malvika ke bagal wale treadmill par chadha aur speed match karne laga.
Pehle toh mirror se usko dekhta raha—uske bouncing boobs, swaying hips. Phir earphones nikale aur smile ke saath bola, “Hi bhabhi! Nayi ho na gym mein? Main Vikrant, same building, 12th floor.”
Malvika ne thoda surprised hoke earphones nikale, speed slow kiya. “Hi… haan, abhi shuru kiya hai. Malvika.”
Vikrant ne openly upar se neeche scan kiya, nazar cleavage par ruk gayi thodi der. “Wah bhabhi, aap toh bilkul fitness model lag rahi ho. Ye sports bra… bohot achha color hai aap par.” Usne aankh maari.
Malvika ko thoda awkward laga, lekin wo has di, “Thank you, bas regular workout ke liye.”
Vikrant ne speed badhaya, ab side se uski gaand ka view le raha tha mirror mein. “Waise bhabhi, stamina bahut achi hai aapki. Kitne minute tak run kar leti ho? Main help kar sakta hoon agar form correct karna ho… especially squats mein, glutes ke liye.”
Usne “glutes” bolte waqt deliberately uski gaand ki taraf dekha.
Malvika ne notice kiya, lekin politely boli, “Thanks Vikrant, main khud manage kar lungi. Abhi warm-up kar rahi hoon.”
Vikrant ne haath nahi uthaya, “Arre no problem bhabhi. Kabhi bhi help chahiye—spotting ya stretching—toh bata dena. Main roz yahin hota hoon evening mein.” Phir thoda bold hote hue, “Waise, husband nahi aate aapke saath? Akele boring nahi lagta?”
Malvika ne speed aur badha di, earphones lagate hue boli, “Wo busy rehte hain. Thanks, bye.”
Vikrant hans kar utar gaya, lekin door se ab bhi usko dekhta raha. Paas mein khade doosre lads usse whisper kar rahe the, “Bhai, tune baat shuru kar di! Kya figure hai yaar… boobs toh…”
Uncles bhi side se dekh kar aapas mein smile exchange kar rahe the.
Malvika ne poora 30 minute workout kiya—treadmill, squats, lunges. Squats ke time uski gaand perfect shape mein upar-neeche ho rahi thi, poora gym usi taraf dekhta tha. Lekin usne ignore kiya, focus rakha.
Workout khatam kar ke wo nikli, sweat se poori chamak rahi thi. Vikrant ne door se “Bye bhabhi, kal milte hain!” bola.
Ghar jaate waqt lift mein wo soch rahi thi—pehli baar kisi ne itna openly flirt kiya gym mein. Thoda uncomfortable laga, lekin saath hi ek strange confidence bhi—log usko notice kar rahe hain, desire kar rahe hain.
Anil ko dinner pe bataya, “Aaj gym mein ek ladka baat kar raha tha, help offer kar raha tha.”
Anil ne phone se nazar uthaye bina, “Acha? Good na, trainer type hoga. Tu fit ho rahi hai, continue kar.”
Malvika chup rah gayi. Us raat bhi routine boring sex—40 second mein khatam.
Lekin gym mein flirt ka silsila ab shuru ho chuka tha. Vikrant roz uska wait karne laga. Pehla incident tha, lekin aakhri nahi.
Lekin Aryan ko jab ye baat pata chali (office mein gossip jaldi failta hai), uska attitude badal gaya. Pehle wo light flirt karta tha, lekin ab usmein ek competition si feeling aa gayi. Jaise Rohan ki haar uski jeet ho.
Ek Monday subah team meeting thi. Malvika ne red fitted top aur black skirt pehni thi—top thoda low-cut, uska cleavage tastefully visible. Meeting mein presentation Rohan de raha tha, lekin Aryan baar-baar Malvika ki taraf dekhta aur smile deta.
Meeting khatam hone ke baad Aryan turant Malvika ke desk par aaya. “Malvika, lunch mein chalegi aaj? Nayi Italian jagah khuli hai paas mein, try karte hain.”
Malvika ne politely mana kiya, “Aaj packed lunch hai ghar se, thanks Aryan.”
Aryan ne dramatic sigh kiya, “Arre yaar, Rohan ko toh mauka mila tha coffee ka, mujhe lunch bhi nahi?” Usne awaaz thodi oonchi rakhi taaki paas ke log sun lein.
Rohan door se ye sun raha tha. Usne files band kiye aur paas aaya, “Aryan, zyada smart banne ki zaroorat nahi. Malvika ne clearly bola na wo interested nahi.”
Aryan hans pada, “Arre bhai, tu toh already try kar ke fail ho chuka hai na? Ab meri bari hai.”
Atmosphere ekdam tense ho gaya. Doosre colleagues dekhte reh gaye. Malvika shocked thi—ye dono ab usko le kar openly compete kar rahe the.
Malvika ne firm awaaz mein bola, “Dono please, ye office hai. Main yahan kaam karne aati hoon, kisi ke saath date par nahi. Aage se aise baatein nahi chahiye.”
Aryan ne haath uthaye, “Chill Malvika, bas mazak kar raha tha.” Lekin uski aankhon mein challenge tha Rohan ki taraf.
Rohan ne kuchh nahi bola, bas Malvika ki taraf dekha jaise sorry keh raha ho, aur wapas desk par chala gaya.
Us din ke baad dono mein silent rivalry shuru ho gayi.
- Aryan ab purposely Malvika ke desk par zyada time spend karta—files discuss karne ke bahane, coffee la kar deta, loud compliments deta taaki Rohan sun le. “Malvika, aaj ye dress mein bilkul stunning lag rahi ho.”
- Rohan opposite strategy—wo ab extra professional ban gaya. Malvika ki help karta work mein, emails mein appreciate karta, lekin personally door rehta. Kabhi-kabhi Aryan ko ignore karta ya sarcastic comments maarta, “Kaam pe dhyan do Aryan, flirting se promotion nahi milta.”
Pantry mein ya lift mein jab teeno saath hote, awkward silence hota. Aryan Malvika ko tease karta, Rohan cold stare deta.
Ek baar team outing thi—Friday evening drinks office ke paas bar mein. Malvika mana kar rahi thi jaane se, lekin boss ne sabko insist kiya.
Bar mein Aryan ne Malvika ke paas baithne ki race lagayi, glass offer kiya, “First drink on me!”
Rohan door baitha watch kar raha tha, phir aaya aur Malvika ke dusri side baith gaya. “Malvika, agar koi problem ho toh batao, main drop kar dunga ghar.”
Aryan ne mock kiya, “Arre protector ban raha hai? Wo khud handle kar legi.”
Malvika frustrated ho gayi, dono se thoda door hui aur boss ke paas baith gayi. Usne decide kar liya ki ab team outings avoid karegi.
Office mein gossip bhi shuru ho gaya—ladkiyan bolti, “Ye dono Malvika ke peeche pagal ho gaye hain.” Uncles hans kar comment karte, “Beta ko toh maza aa raha hoga itna attention mil kar.”
Malvika ko ye sab pasand nahi tha. Wo professional rehna chahti thi, lekin dono ki rivalry ki wajah se wo center mein aa gayi thi.
Ghar par Anil ko bataya toh Anil ne phir wahi casual reaction, “Office politics hota hai, ignore kar. Tu beautiful hai toh aisa hoga hi.”
Malvika ko aur gussa aaya—ghar par koi possessiveness nahi, office mein do ladke uske liye lad rahe hain.
Rivalry badhti ja rahi thi, aur Malvika beech mein stuck feel kar rahi thi. Wo sochne lagi—ab kya kare, job chhode ya strict action le? Lekin abhi tak dono ne boundary cross nahi ki thi dobara, bas competition tha.
Tension badh raha tha office ke environment mein.
Malvika ne office ki rivalry ko poora ignore karne ka decide kar liya. Aryan aur Rohan ki competition ab bhi chal rahi thi—kabhi pantry mein indirect taunts, kabhi meetings mein ek doosre ko undercut karna—lekin Malvika sirf professional rahi. Unke messages ka short reply, lunch mein door baithna, aur kaam pe full focus. Dheere dheere dono ko samajh aa gaya ki wo interested nahi hai, toh rivalry thodi thandi pad gayi.
Ab uska frustration nikalne ka naya tareeka tha—gym.
Society ke basement mein ek decent gym tha—treadmill, weights, cross-trainer, aur mirrored walls. Malvika ne evening 7-8 baje ka slot choose kiya. Subah office, shaam gym, phir ghar. Isse uska body aur toned hone laga, aur mentally bhi relief milta.
Pehle din wo gym mein ghusi—tight black sports bra aur high-waist leggings pehne. Sports bra mein uske big, firm boobs perfectly supported the, lekin deep cleavage aur side-boob thoda visible. Leggings uski badi gol gaand aur toned legs ko bilkul hug kar rahi thi. Pony tail, earphones, aur focused expression.
Gym mein 5-6 log the—do uncles (50+ ke retired type), teen young lads (22-25 ke, building mein hi rehte the), aur ek do ladies.
Jaise hi Malvika treadmill par chadhi, poora gym ekdam silent ho gaya. Uncles bench press rok kar dekhte reh gaye. Ladke dumbbells chhod kar mirror se uski reflection dekhne lage.
Ek uncle, Gupta uncle, paas aaya aur “beta, pehli baar? Help chahiye kya form mein?” bola, nazar uske sweat se chamakte cleavage par.
Malvika ne earphones nikale, politely smile diya, “Thank you uncle, main manage kar lungi.”
Lekin uncles aur ladke flirt karne lage.
**Daily scene aisa ban gaya:**
- Gupta uncle roz uske paas wali machine par aata. “Arre beta, ye weight zyada mat uthana, body injury ho jaayegi,” bol kar uski waist ya thighs ki taraf indicate karta.
- Doosra uncle, Sharma uncle, water break mein paas aata, “Malvika ji, aap toh ab regular aa rahi ho. Body bahut achi ban rahi hai… husband ko competition ho jaayegi,” aur gandi hasi hasta.
Young lads zyada bold the.
Ek ladka, Vikrant (23-24 ka, college student), roz Malvika ke treadmill ke paas khada ho jata. “Bhabhi, aapki stamina bahut achi hai… kitne minute run karti ho?” aur nazar uski bouncing boobs par.
Doosra ladka, Sameer, squats ke time mirror ke saamne khada ho jata taaki uski gaand ka view mile. “Bhabhi, form correct karun? Glutes ke liye ye better hai,” bol kar demonstrate karta aur paas aane ki koshish.
Ek baar toh teeno lads ne group bana kar uske around circle kar liya—ek water offer karta, doosra towel, teesra playlist poochta. “Bhabhi, aap single lagti ho gym mein… husband nahi aate kya?”
Malvika har baar politely handle karti. “Haan, wo busy rehte hain. Thank you,” bol kar earphones laga leti aur intensity badha deti. Wo jaanti thi sab uski figure ko ghoor rahe hain—jab wo plank karti, boobs press hote; deadlift mein gaand upar; stretching mein curves highlight.
Anil ko ye sab bataya toh Anil ne phir wahi flat reaction, “Gym mein aisa hi hota hai, log dekhenge. Tu fit reh rahi hai na, good.”
Malvika ko aur irritation hui—ghar par husband ko koi jealousy nahi, bahar sab uske peeche pagal.
Lekin gym jaari rakha. Usne better earphones khareede, zyada intense workout kiya, aur ignore karna seekh liya. Body aur sexy banta ja raha tha—abs define ho rahe the, gaand aur tight, boobs firm.
Society ke gym mein ab uska entry hote hi excitement hota—uncles aur lads time adjust kar ke aane lage. Gossip bhi chalta: “Yaar, wo bhabhi daily aati hai… kya figure hai!” “Uska pati toh bilkul patla hai, gym nahi aata… wo kaise satisfy karta hoga?”
Malvika sab sun leti thi kabhi-kabhi, lekin muskurati aur apna workout complete kar leti.
Gym uski therapy ban gaya tha—frustration nikalti, confidence badhta, aur shayad andar se ek alag si feeling bhi jag rahi thi: wo desired hai, attractive hai, aur log uske liye effort kar rahe hain.
Life chal rahi thi, lekin andar se ek badlaav shuru ho chuka tha.
Malvika ne gym jaana shuru kiya tha sirf 4-5 din hue the. Abhi wo comfortable nahi thi poore tareeke se, lekin determined thi. Ek Wednesday evening, 7:15 baje ke aaspaas wo gym mein ghusi.
Us din usne ek bright pink sports bra pehna tha—deep V-neck style, jisme uske big milky boobs ka cleavage bahut boldly dikhai de raha tha. Sweat absorb karne wala fabric tha, lekin tight fit ki wajah se har breath mein bounce ho raha tha. Neeche black high-waist leggings—uski curvy hips aur perfectly round, badi gaand ko poora highlight kar rahi thi. Pony tail, earphones, aur light sweat already face par.
Gym mein us waqt 6-7 log the. Do uncles side mein cardio kar rahe the, teen young lads weights area mein. Jaise hi Malvika treadmill ki taraf gayi, sabki nazar us par atak gayi.
Wo treadmill par chadhi, warm-up shuru kiya—slow walk se jog. 5 minute mein hi sweat aane laga, sports bra thoda wet ho gaya, cleavage aur shine karne laga.
Tabhi pehli flirt hui.
Ek young ladka, Vikrant (23-24 saal ka, building mein hi rehta tha, college final year), dumbbells chhod kar paas aaya. Wo muscular tha, gym regular, tight vest pehna tha. Wo Malvika ke bagal wale treadmill par chadha aur speed match karne laga.
Pehle toh mirror se usko dekhta raha—uske bouncing boobs, swaying hips. Phir earphones nikale aur smile ke saath bola, “Hi bhabhi! Nayi ho na gym mein? Main Vikrant, same building, 12th floor.”
Malvika ne thoda surprised hoke earphones nikale, speed slow kiya. “Hi… haan, abhi shuru kiya hai. Malvika.”
Vikrant ne openly upar se neeche scan kiya, nazar cleavage par ruk gayi thodi der. “Wah bhabhi, aap toh bilkul fitness model lag rahi ho. Ye sports bra… bohot achha color hai aap par.” Usne aankh maari.
Malvika ko thoda awkward laga, lekin wo has di, “Thank you, bas regular workout ke liye.”
Vikrant ne speed badhaya, ab side se uski gaand ka view le raha tha mirror mein. “Waise bhabhi, stamina bahut achi hai aapki. Kitne minute tak run kar leti ho? Main help kar sakta hoon agar form correct karna ho… especially squats mein, glutes ke liye.”
Usne “glutes” bolte waqt deliberately uski gaand ki taraf dekha.
Malvika ne notice kiya, lekin politely boli, “Thanks Vikrant, main khud manage kar lungi. Abhi warm-up kar rahi hoon.”
Vikrant ne haath nahi uthaya, “Arre no problem bhabhi. Kabhi bhi help chahiye—spotting ya stretching—toh bata dena. Main roz yahin hota hoon evening mein.” Phir thoda bold hote hue, “Waise, husband nahi aate aapke saath? Akele boring nahi lagta?”
Malvika ne speed aur badha di, earphones lagate hue boli, “Wo busy rehte hain. Thanks, bye.”
Vikrant hans kar utar gaya, lekin door se ab bhi usko dekhta raha. Paas mein khade doosre lads usse whisper kar rahe the, “Bhai, tune baat shuru kar di! Kya figure hai yaar… boobs toh…”
Uncles bhi side se dekh kar aapas mein smile exchange kar rahe the.
Malvika ne poora 30 minute workout kiya—treadmill, squats, lunges. Squats ke time uski gaand perfect shape mein upar-neeche ho rahi thi, poora gym usi taraf dekhta tha. Lekin usne ignore kiya, focus rakha.
Workout khatam kar ke wo nikli, sweat se poori chamak rahi thi. Vikrant ne door se “Bye bhabhi, kal milte hain!” bola.
Ghar jaate waqt lift mein wo soch rahi thi—pehli baar kisi ne itna openly flirt kiya gym mein. Thoda uncomfortable laga, lekin saath hi ek strange confidence bhi—log usko notice kar rahe hain, desire kar rahe hain.
Anil ko dinner pe bataya, “Aaj gym mein ek ladka baat kar raha tha, help offer kar raha tha.”
Anil ne phone se nazar uthaye bina, “Acha? Good na, trainer type hoga. Tu fit ho rahi hai, continue kar.”
Malvika chup rah gayi. Us raat bhi routine boring sex—40 second mein khatam.
Lekin gym mein flirt ka silsila ab shuru ho chuka tha. Vikrant roz uska wait karne laga. Pehla incident tha, lekin aakhri nahi.
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