11-12-2025, 10:59 PM
Malvika gym jaane ke 10-12 din beet chuke the. Ab uska body aur toned ho raha tha—abs thode define, gaand aur tight aur lifted, boobs firm. Wo ab confident thi gym mein, earphones lage, apna workout karti.
Ek Friday evening, 7:30 baje. Gym mein crowd thoda zyada tha—weekend ki wajah se. Malvika ne aaj black cropped sports bra aur matching high-waist shorts pehne the. Cropped bra mein uska flat stomach poora dikh raha tha, navel piercing chamak rahi thi, aur boobs ka underboob thoda sa visible tha sweat ki wajah se. Shorts chhote the, uski lambi toned legs aur badi gol gaand perfectly highlight ho rahi thi.
Wo squats rack par gayi. Barbell load kiya aur squats shuru kiye—deep squats, gaand peeche jaati, perfect form.
Vikrant already wahan tha. Usne Malvika ko dekhte hi smile di aur paas aaya. Wo bench press kar raha tha, lekin ab khada ho gaya.
“Bhabhi, aaj toh killer look hai!” Vikrant ne dheere se bola, nazar uski sweat se chamakte cleavage aur phir gaand par. “Squats kar rahi ho? Form bahut achi hai… lekin spotting chahiye? Safety ke liye.”
Malvika squats ke beech mein thi, saans lete hue boli, “Thanks Vikrant, main manage kar rahi hoon.”
Vikrant ne aur paas aakar, rack ke side mein khada ho gaya—bilkul peeche. Jab Malvika neeche jaati squat mein, uski gaand uske bilkul saamne aati. Vikrant ne openly dekha, phir bola, “Bhabhi, glutes toh aapke already perfect hain… ye shorts mein toh aur dangerous lag rahe ho. Husband ko pata hai aap aise gym aati ho?”
Malvika set khatam kar ke seedhi hui, sweat ponchhte hue thoda gussa hua lekin control kiya. “Vikrant, personal comments mat karo please. Bas workout pe focus karo.”
Vikrant ne haath jode, badi innocent smile di, “Arre sorry bhabhi, bas compliment tha. Waise… weekend par kya plans? Gym band ho jaata hai Sunday ko, kahin bahar ja sakte hain run pe? Marine Drive?”
Ye direct ask tha—date type proposal.
Malvika ne earphones lagate hue firm boli, “Nahi Vikrant, main married hoon aur plans husband ke saath hote hain. Please aage se aise mat bolo.”
Vikrant ne “Okay okay, chill bhabhi” bola aur thoda door hata, lekin jaate waqt phir ek baar uski gaand ko dekhta raha.
Ye poora scene gym ke do uncles ne notice kar liya—Gupta uncle aur Sharma uncle, dono treadmill par slow walk kar rahe the, lekin nazar weights area par thi.
Jab Malvika stretching ke liye mat par gayi, uncles paas aaye—water break ke bahane.
Gupta uncle ne dheemi awaaz mein Sharma uncle se bola, “Dekha? Wo Vikrant ladka phir uske peeche pada hai. Aaj toh direct pooch raha tha weekend plans.”
Sharma uncle hans kar, nazar Malvika ke stretched body par, “Haan re, ladka jawan hai, kya karega. Ye Malvika bhi kya maal hai—har roz aise kapde pehen kar aati hai, ladkon ka dil dol jaayega hi.”
Gupta uncle ne Sharma uncle ki taraf mud kar, “Par uska pati toh kabhi nahi aata na? Bilkul patla dubla hai wo. Ye itni hot biwi ko akela chhod deta hai gym mein… galti kar raha hai.”
Sharma uncle ne gandi hasi ke saath bola, “Galti nahi, buddhu hai poora. Itni jawan aur sexy biwi… humare time mein toh hum poori raat…”
“Shhh… awaaz dheere,” Gupta uncle ne bola, lekin dono hansne lage. Nazar ab bhi Malvika par thi jo child's pose mein stretch kar rahi thi—gaand upar, boobs mat par press.
Uncles ne aapas mein aur gossip kiya: “Vikrant agar try karta raha toh ek din kaam ban jaayega. Ladki bhi has rahi thi kabhi-kabhi.”
Malvika ne sab sun liya—wo door thi lekin awaaz aa rahi thi. Usne ignore kiya, workout khatam kiya aur jaldi nikal gayi.
Ghar jaate waqt uska mood off tha. Vikrant ka flirt ab bold ho raha tha, aur uncles ki gossip ne usko aur frustrated kar diya.
Anil ko dinner pe bataya, “Aaj gym mein Vikrant ne weekend plans poochhe.”
Anil ne TV dekhte hue casually bola, “Acha? Ladka hai na, try karega. Tu mana kar diya na? Good.”
Malvika ne kuchh nahi bola. Andar se usko lag raha tha—baharsab uske peeche pagal hain, ghar par husband ko koi tension nahi.
Gym ab therapy se thoda complicated ban raha tha. Lekin wo jaari rakhegi—ab toh aur zyada determination ke saath.
Ek Saturday evening ko Anil aur Malvika ne decide kiya ki bahar movie dekhne jaayenge—kaafi dino se routine se bore ho rahe the. Bandra ke PVR mein ek Bollywood romantic comedy lagi thi. Malvika ne specially tayyari ki—ek maroon chiffon saree pehni thi, low-waist, petticoat tight, blouse sleeveless aur deep-neck, jisme uska cleavage aur toned midriff saaf dikh raha tha. Saree pallu thoda loose, har step mein uski curvy kamar aur badi gaand ka sway dikhai de raha tha. High heels mein wo 5'9" ki height par aur dominating lag rahi thi.
Theater mein crowd tha. Ticket counter ki line lambi thi. Anil aur Malvika line mein khade the—Anil aage, Malvika peeche. Anil phone par messages check kar raha tha.
Line dheere dheere badh rahi thi. Tabhi ek 60+ ka buddha aadmi, mota sa, balding, Malvika ke bilkul peeche aa kar khada ho gaya. Pehle toh normal tha, lekin crowd ki wajah se dhakka-mukki shuru hui.
Buddha ne mauka dekha aur dheere se apna haath Malvika ki kamar par rakh diya. Saree thin thi, usne fingers se uski soft skin feel karna shuru kiya—dheere dheere curve trace karte hue, low-waist saree ke niche petticoat ke upar.
Malvika ko pehle laga accidental hai, lekin jab haath neeche slide karke uski gaand par pahunch gaya aur squeeze kiya, usko shock laga. Wo jhatke se peeche mud kar dekha—buddha ne innocent face banaya, jaise kuchh hua hi nahi.
Malvika ne gusse mein pallu adjust kiya aur thoda aage badhne ki koshish ki, lekin line tight thi. Buddha ne phir mauka dekha aur haath wapas gaand par pher diya—full palm se, curves feel karte hue.
Anil ye sab side se dekh raha tha—mirror wali wall mein reflection saaf dikhai de raha tha. Usne dekha buddhe ka haath Malvika ki kamar se gaand tak ja raha hai. Uske dil mein gussa aaya, lekin himmat nahi hui. Wo socha log kya kahenge, jhagda ho jaayega, security officer-wolice… wo chupchap aage dekhta raha, phone tightly pakad kar.
Malvika ne do-teen baar side hui, buddhe ko glare kiya, lekin buddha muskurata raha. Finally line khatam hui, tickets le kar andar gaye.
Movie ke dauran Malvika silent thi—na hasi, na baat. Anil ne haath pakadne ki koshish ki, usne jhatka de kar hata diya.
Ghar aate hi flat mein ghus te hi Malvika ka gussa phat pada.
“Tumne dekha na sab kuchh??” wo chillayi, heels utarte hue. “Wo buddha mere saath aisa kar raha tha aur tum chupchap khade the??”
Anil ne defensive hote hue bola, “Kya karta main? Line mein crowd tha, jhagda karta toh scene ban jaata. Log kya sochte?”
Malvika ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye gusse se. “Scene ban jaata? Tumhari biwi ke saath koi aisa kare aur tumhe scene banne ka dar lage? Tum mein mardangi hi nahi hai Anil! Na bed mein, na bahar!”
Anil ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Kya matlab? Main practical soch raha tha. Tu khud itni revealing saree pehen kar jaati hai, log toh dekhenge hi!”
Malvika ne purse sofa par phenk diya. “Revealing? Ye saree normal thi! Aur agar pehni bhi toh kisi ko haath lagane ka haq hai kya? Tum mujhe protect nahi kar sake ek buddhe se bhi! Reception mein uncles mazak udate the, office mein log flirt karte hain, gym mein ladke peeche pade hain—aur tumhe kabhi farak nahi padta! Kyun? Kyunki tumhe confidence hi nahi hai!”
Anil ne awaaz oonchi ki, “Confidence? Main 1 crore package wala hoon, tujhe sab kuchh deta hoon—ghar, luxury, honeymoon! Aur tu mujhe blame kar rahi hai?”
Malvika ne darwaza zor se band kiya bedroom ka. “Paisa sab kuchh nahi hota Anil! Respect, protection, passion—ye sab chahiye hota hai! Tum bed mein 30 second mein khatam ho jaate ho, bahar bhi kuchh nahi kar paate! Main galti kar rahi hoon ye shaadi continue kar ke!”
Anil kuchh bolna chahta tha, lekin uska muh band ho gaya. Wo living room mein baitha reh gaya, head haathon mein.
Malvika bedroom mein chali gayi, darwaza lock kar diya. Wo bed par baith kar royi—gusse, frustration, disappointment se.
Us raat dono alag alag sote rahe. Pehla bada jhagda tha shaadi ke baad. Aur rishte mein ek badi crack pad chuki thi.
Malvika bedroom mein akeli thi, darwaza lock. Gusse se uski saansein tez thi, lekin saath hi uss buddhe ki harkat ne uske body mein ek ajeeb si sensation jaga di thi—ek touch jo unwanted tha, lekin kaafi dino baad kisi ne usko physically feel kiya tha. Anil ka kuchh na kar pana usko aur gussa dila raha tha, lekin andar se frustration aur ek alag si bechaini thi.
Wo dressing table ke saamne khadi hui mirror mein apne aap ko dekhti rahi. Maroon saree ab bhi pehni thi, pallu thoda slip ho chuka tha, deep blouse mein uske full, milky boobs ka curve saaf dikh raha tha. Usne dheere se pallu side kiya, phir blouse ke hooks khole. Blouse khul gaya, black lace bra mein uske perfect breasts ubhar aaye—heavy, firm, nipples already hard ho chuke the gusse aur bechaini se.
Usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha, haath se breasts dabaye, nipples ko pinch kiya. “Itni hot hoon main…” wo dheere se boli apne aap se. Phir saree ka pleats khole, petticoat neeche gira. Ab sirf black lace bra aur matching panty mein thi—panty low-waist, uski toned kamar aur curvy hips dikha rahi thi.
Usne bra ka hook khola, breasts free ho gaye—bade, gol, milky white, pink nipples erect. Wo haath ferte hue unko massage karne lagi, mirror mein apni body admire karti hui. Phir panty neeche sarki—uski shaved, clean pussy dikhayi di, already thodi wet.
Wo bed par let gayi, lights dim kar di. Pehli baar shaadi ke baad usne apne aap ko haath lagaya tha pleasure ke liye. Dheere se usne apni thighs failayi, ungli se clit par circle banane lagi. Saans tez ho gayi. Dusri haath se breast dabati rahi, nipple pinch karti.
Uski aankhein band ho gayi, dimaag mein flashbacks—uss buddhe ka haath uski gaand par, Vikrant gym mein usko ghoorta hua, office ke ladke compliments dete hue. Wo soch rahi thi ki kitne log usko chahte hain, desire karte hain… aur ghar par husband kuchh nahi kar pata.
Ungli andar slide kar di—pehli, phir do. Wo moan karne lagi dheere dheere, hips upar utha kar. Speed badhati gayi, clit par pressure badhaya. Body mein current daud raha tha—kaafi mahino baad real pleasure.
“Fuck… yes…” wo whisper kar rahi thi, imagination mein koi strong haath uske body par, koi passionate touch.
Finally orgasm aaya—tez, intense. Uska body kaanp utha, toes curl ho gaye, pussy tight ho gayi fingers ke around. Wo moan suppress karti rahi taaki bahar Anil na sun le.
Orgasm ke baad wo let gayi, saans tez, body relaxed. Aankhon mein aansu the—relief ke, lekin saath hi guilt aur gusse ke.
Ye pehli baar tha shaadi ke baad ki usne khud ko satisfy kiya. Anil ke saath kabhi climax nahi hua tha—sirf frustration.
Wo sheet odh kar side ho gayi, sochti rahi—ab kya? Ye shaadi kitne din chalegi? Kya wo hamesha aise hi adjust karegi?
Bahar living room mein Anil jaag raha tha, guilty feel kar raha tha, lekin andar nahi aaya.
Us raat Malvika ko neend der se aayi, lekin ek nayi awareness jag chuki thi—apne body ki, apni needs ki. Aur shayad ek naye direction ki.
Agle din subah Malvika office pahunchi toh mood ab bhi thoda off tha—kal raat ka jhagda aur khud ka pleasure lena dono dimaag mein ghoom rahe the. Office mein jaise hi ghusi, wahi routine: Aryan aur doosre colleagues ke flirty comments, nazrein uski tight skirt aur deep-neck top par. Rohan ne pehle se hi pantry mein wait kar rakha tha.
“Malvika, aaj coffee? Please yaar, sirf 10 minute. Office ke neeche wala cafe, no pressure,” Rohan ne insist kiya, professional tone mein lekin aankhon mein hope.
Malvika ne pehle mana karne ki sochi, lekin frustration mein decide kar liya—kya farak padta hai? “Theek hai, lunch break mein.”
Coffee pe Rohan ne try kiya normal baat karne ki—work, weekend plans—lekin dheere se compliment bhi daale, “Tum office aati ho toh din acha ho jaata hai.” Malvika ne short answers diye, smile ki, lekin andar se detached thi. Coffee khatam kar ke wapas office aa gayi.
Shaam ko ghar aayi toh society gym jaane ka plan tha, lekin yaad aaya kal ke buddhon aur Vikrant ki harassment. Uncles ke gande comments, Vikrant ka bold flirt—ab aur nahi sahan kar sakti. Usne phone nikala aur search kiya luxury gyms Bandra mein. Gold’s Gym Bandra select kiya—premium, state-of-the-art, personal trainers, aur ghar se sirf 10 minute drive.
Agli subah hi wo Gold’s Gym pahunch gayi membership lene. Luxury feel tha—big space, imported machines, sauna, steam, clean changing rooms. Jaise hi wo entry ki, tight workout gear mein (pink sports bra aur black shorts), poora gym ruk sa gaya. Ladke weights chhod kar dekhte, ladkiyan bhi envy se. Men’s section se nazrein, women’s se whispers.
Receptionist ne welcome kiya aur bola, “Ma’am, new membership? Humara top trainer aapko tour dega.”
Phir introduce kiya—Rizwan Qureshi. Wo gym ke corner se aaya, ek dam giant. 6’3” ka kad, massive build—broad shoulders, huge arms veins dikhti hui, chest jaise wall, powerlifting champion wali body. Bilkul kala rang, thick badi si daadhi, intense aankhein. Tight black tank top mein uski physique aur scary lag rahi thi—muscles on muscles, jaise koi wrestler.
“Welcome to Gold’s, Malvika ji,” Rizwan ne deep voice mein bola, haath milaate hue. Uska haath Malvika ke haath ko poora cover kar gaya, grip strong.
Malvika ko pehli baar thodi dar lag gayi—uski height, build, dark intense look se intimidated feel hua. Wo 5’9” ki thi, lekin Rizwan ke saamne chhoti lag rahi thi. “Hi… thank you,” wo nervous smile de boli.
Rizwan ne gym tour diya—machines explain karte hue, apni championships ki trophies dikhaayi. “Main yahan powerlifting coach hoon, national champion raha hoon. Aapko personal training chahiye toh best results dunga.”
Malvika ne uski huge biceps aur chest ko dekha, andar se ek ajeeb si feeling—awe, fear, aur shayad attraction bhi. Society gym ke buddhon se better, lekin ye aadmi alag level ka dominating tha.
Membership le liya, aur socha—ab yahan workout karegi. Lekin Rizwan ki presence ne uske dimaag mein nayi si bechaini jaga di. Ghar jaate waqt wo soch rahi thi—ye trainer kitna powerful hai… Anil se kitna alag.
Agla din shaam ko Malvika office se direct Gold’s Gym pahunch gayi. Mood fresh tha—office mein wahi routine flirting se bore ho chuki thi, lekin ab gym mein nayi jagah, nayi energy.
Usne changing room mein apna favorite workout set pehna: ek white cropped sports bra, itna tight ki uske big milky boobs poore press ho rahe the, deep cleavage aur side-boob boldly visible. Neeche black high-cut shorts—gaand ke neeche tak, uski badi, gol, toned gaand ka lower part almost dikh raha tha. Shorts itne short ki har move mein uski curvy hips aur thighs highlight ho rahe the. Sweat-proof fabric, lekin body itni perfect ki jaise second skin.
Gym mein entry ki toh wahi hua—poora floor ek baar phir ruk gaya. Ladke machines par ruk kar dekhte, trainers bhi side se nazar daal rahe the. Malvika confident walk se treadmill ki taraf gayi, pony tail sway kar rahi thi.
Rizwan corner mein ek client ko train kar raha tha—heavy deadlifts. Wo 6’3” ka giant, black tank top mein, uski massive dark muscles chamak rahe the sweat se. Jaise hi Malvika paas se guzri, uski nazar us par pad gayi.
Rizwan ka concentration pehli baar kho gaya.
Wo client ko “one more rep” bol raha tha, lekin aankhein Malvika par atak gayi. Pehle usne uske milky boobs ko dekha—cropped bra mein bounce kar rahe the treadmill par, deep cleavage mein sweat ki line ban rahi thi. Phir nazar neeche gayi—flat toned stomach, navel piercing, aur phir wo badi gaand… shorts mein perfectly round aur lifted, har step mein sway.
Rizwan ne jaise measurement le liya aankhon se—boobs 36D lag rahe the, gaand 40 inch ki perfect shape. Uski intense dark aankhein narrowed ho gayi, daadhi ke neeche lips thoda tight. Wo powerlifting champion tha, gym mein hamesha focused rehta tha, lekin aaj pehli baar uska dimaag distract ho gaya. Client ne bola “Coach, spot karo”, lekin Rizwan 2 second late react kiya.
Malvika ne mirror se notice kar liya.
Wo treadmill par jog kar rahi thi, lekin side mirror mein Rizwan ko dekha—wo ab bhi usko ghoor raha tha, openly, bina sharmaaye. Uski nazar uski gaand par ruk gayi jab wo speed badha kar run karne lagi. Malvika ko pehli baar thodi si current si daudi body mein—society gym ke buddhon ya office ke ladkon se alag, ye aadmi dangerous lag raha tha. Powerful, dominating, aur uski stare mein raw hunger tha.
Malvika ne speed slow kiya, sweat ponchha, aur deliberately stretching ke liye mat par gayi—weighs area ke paas, Rizwan ke bilkul nazdeek. Wo child's pose mein gayi—gaand upar, boobs mat par press. Rizwan ka client chala gaya, wo ab khada usko dekhta raha, arms crossed, massive chest upar neeche ho raha tha.
Malvika uthi, towel se neck ponchhte hue uski taraf mud kar smile di—thodi challenging si. Rizwan ne finally nazar milayi, deep voice mein bola, “Malvika ji, warm-up ho gaya? Aaiye, aaj first session shuru karte hain. Main aapko proper form sikhaunga.”
Malvika ko thoda dar bhi laga uski intensity se, lekin saath hi excitement—ye stare alag thi, possessive si.
Wo uske peeche peeche weights area mein gayi, Rizwan ke giant frame ke neeche apne aap ko chhota feel karte hue. Gym mein aur log bhi notice kar rahe the—top trainer ka attention poori tarah Malvika par tha.
Session shuru hone wala tha, aur Malvika jaanti thi—ye gym society wale se bohot alag hone wala tha.
Malvika weights area mein Rizwan ke peeche peeche pahunchi. Uski heartbeat thodi tez thi—gym mein sab log side se dekh rahe the, jaise top trainer ka poora attention ek nayi member par hai.
Rizwan ne ek bench ki taraf ishara kiya. “Baithiye Malvika ji. Pehle assessment karte hain—aapka goal kya hai? Fat loss, strength, ya overall toning?”
Malvika bench par baithi, uski short shorts mein toned thighs expose ho rahi thi. “Overall fitness… body toned rakhna hai, strength badhani hai thodi.”
Rizwan ne squat rack ke paas le ja kar khada kiya. Wo uske bilkul paas khada tha—6’3” ka giant frame, uski massive dark arms crossed, badi daadhi aur intense aankhein. “Pehle warm-up squats. Empty bar se shuru karte hain. Main form correct karunga.”
Malvika ne barbell uthaya, rack se nikala, aur squats shuru kiye. Pehle set mein hi Rizwan ka haath uski kamar par aa gaya—low back par, firmly. “Yahan core tight rakho,” usne deep voice mein bola, fingers dheere se press karte hue uski slim waist par.
Malvika ko current sa laga—uski grip itni strong thi, jaise poora control uske haath mein. Wo second rep mein neeche gayi, gaand peeche, aur Rizwan ka doosra haath uski hips par aa gaya. “Hips back, chest up,” bol kar usne adjust kiya—haath uski curvy hips par slide hue, thoda gaand ke side tak.
Malvika ki saans ruk gayi thodi der ke liye. Wo notice kar rahi thi—Rizwan ka touch professional tha, lekin intensity alag thi. Uski dark aankhein uski gaand aur boobs par ja rahi thi har rep mein, bina sharmaaye.
“Perfect glutes hain aapke,” Rizwan ne suddenly bola, voice low aur husky. “Powerlifting mein aise assets bohot kaam aate hain. Heavy lift kar sakti ho.”
Malvika set khatam kar ke uthi, sweat se chamak rahi thi. “Thank you… aap bohot experience wale lagte ho.”
Rizwan ne paas aakar, barbell wapas rack par rakhte hue, uske bilkul close khada ho gaya—uski massive chest uske face ke paas. “National champion raha hoon main. Aap jaise dedicated client ko best results deta hoon. Private sessions book kar lo—personal attention milega.”
Usne aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, jaise double meaning tha. Malvika ko dar bhi laga uski dominating presence se, lekin saath hi ek strong attraction—Anil ke soft, hesitant touch se kitna alag.
Phir lunges karwaye. Rizwan ne dumbbells diye aur peeche khada ho kar form check kiya—jab wo lunge mein neeche jaati, uska haath uski front thigh par aata adjust karne ke liye, fingers inner thigh ke paas tak. “Yahan push karo,” bol kar press kiya lightly.
Malvika ki body mein goosebumps aa gaye. Wo mirror mein dekhti rahi—Rizwan ka giant black body uske peeche, uski milky skin ke against contrast. Gym mein aur log dekh rahe the, lekin Rizwan ko koi parwah nahi thi.
Last mein stretching. Rizwan ne mat par baithne bola aur khud uske peeche baitha—hamstring stretch ke liye uski legs faila kar, apna haath uski thighs par rakh kar press kiya. Uski badi daadhi uske shoulder ke paas thi, hot breath feel ho raha tha.
“Relax karo Malvika ji,” usne whisper kiya. “Body bahut responsive hai aapka. Regular aao, main poora transform kar dunga.”
Session khatam hua. Malvika uthi, towel se sweat ponchhte hue boli, “Thank you Rizwan. Bahut acha session tha.”
Rizwan ne smile di—pehli baar, white teeth daadhi mein chamke. “Kal same time? Private slot book kar dete hain—sirf aap aur main.”
Malvika ne “dekhti hoon” bola, lekin andar se excited aur nervous thi. Ghar jaate waqt car mein wo soch rahi thi—ye touch, ye dominance… kitna different feel kar raha tha. Anil ko yaad kiya toh frustration aur badh gayi.
Pehla session tha, lekin Rizwan ki grip aur stare uske dimaag mein baith chuki thi. Ab gym sirf workout nahi, kuchh aur banne wala tha.
Ek Friday evening, 7:30 baje. Gym mein crowd thoda zyada tha—weekend ki wajah se. Malvika ne aaj black cropped sports bra aur matching high-waist shorts pehne the. Cropped bra mein uska flat stomach poora dikh raha tha, navel piercing chamak rahi thi, aur boobs ka underboob thoda sa visible tha sweat ki wajah se. Shorts chhote the, uski lambi toned legs aur badi gol gaand perfectly highlight ho rahi thi.
Wo squats rack par gayi. Barbell load kiya aur squats shuru kiye—deep squats, gaand peeche jaati, perfect form.
Vikrant already wahan tha. Usne Malvika ko dekhte hi smile di aur paas aaya. Wo bench press kar raha tha, lekin ab khada ho gaya.
“Bhabhi, aaj toh killer look hai!” Vikrant ne dheere se bola, nazar uski sweat se chamakte cleavage aur phir gaand par. “Squats kar rahi ho? Form bahut achi hai… lekin spotting chahiye? Safety ke liye.”
Malvika squats ke beech mein thi, saans lete hue boli, “Thanks Vikrant, main manage kar rahi hoon.”
Vikrant ne aur paas aakar, rack ke side mein khada ho gaya—bilkul peeche. Jab Malvika neeche jaati squat mein, uski gaand uske bilkul saamne aati. Vikrant ne openly dekha, phir bola, “Bhabhi, glutes toh aapke already perfect hain… ye shorts mein toh aur dangerous lag rahe ho. Husband ko pata hai aap aise gym aati ho?”
Malvika set khatam kar ke seedhi hui, sweat ponchhte hue thoda gussa hua lekin control kiya. “Vikrant, personal comments mat karo please. Bas workout pe focus karo.”
Vikrant ne haath jode, badi innocent smile di, “Arre sorry bhabhi, bas compliment tha. Waise… weekend par kya plans? Gym band ho jaata hai Sunday ko, kahin bahar ja sakte hain run pe? Marine Drive?”
Ye direct ask tha—date type proposal.
Malvika ne earphones lagate hue firm boli, “Nahi Vikrant, main married hoon aur plans husband ke saath hote hain. Please aage se aise mat bolo.”
Vikrant ne “Okay okay, chill bhabhi” bola aur thoda door hata, lekin jaate waqt phir ek baar uski gaand ko dekhta raha.
Ye poora scene gym ke do uncles ne notice kar liya—Gupta uncle aur Sharma uncle, dono treadmill par slow walk kar rahe the, lekin nazar weights area par thi.
Jab Malvika stretching ke liye mat par gayi, uncles paas aaye—water break ke bahane.
Gupta uncle ne dheemi awaaz mein Sharma uncle se bola, “Dekha? Wo Vikrant ladka phir uske peeche pada hai. Aaj toh direct pooch raha tha weekend plans.”
Sharma uncle hans kar, nazar Malvika ke stretched body par, “Haan re, ladka jawan hai, kya karega. Ye Malvika bhi kya maal hai—har roz aise kapde pehen kar aati hai, ladkon ka dil dol jaayega hi.”
Gupta uncle ne Sharma uncle ki taraf mud kar, “Par uska pati toh kabhi nahi aata na? Bilkul patla dubla hai wo. Ye itni hot biwi ko akela chhod deta hai gym mein… galti kar raha hai.”
Sharma uncle ne gandi hasi ke saath bola, “Galti nahi, buddhu hai poora. Itni jawan aur sexy biwi… humare time mein toh hum poori raat…”
“Shhh… awaaz dheere,” Gupta uncle ne bola, lekin dono hansne lage. Nazar ab bhi Malvika par thi jo child's pose mein stretch kar rahi thi—gaand upar, boobs mat par press.
Uncles ne aapas mein aur gossip kiya: “Vikrant agar try karta raha toh ek din kaam ban jaayega. Ladki bhi has rahi thi kabhi-kabhi.”
Malvika ne sab sun liya—wo door thi lekin awaaz aa rahi thi. Usne ignore kiya, workout khatam kiya aur jaldi nikal gayi.
Ghar jaate waqt uska mood off tha. Vikrant ka flirt ab bold ho raha tha, aur uncles ki gossip ne usko aur frustrated kar diya.
Anil ko dinner pe bataya, “Aaj gym mein Vikrant ne weekend plans poochhe.”
Anil ne TV dekhte hue casually bola, “Acha? Ladka hai na, try karega. Tu mana kar diya na? Good.”
Malvika ne kuchh nahi bola. Andar se usko lag raha tha—baharsab uske peeche pagal hain, ghar par husband ko koi tension nahi.
Gym ab therapy se thoda complicated ban raha tha. Lekin wo jaari rakhegi—ab toh aur zyada determination ke saath.
Ek Saturday evening ko Anil aur Malvika ne decide kiya ki bahar movie dekhne jaayenge—kaafi dino se routine se bore ho rahe the. Bandra ke PVR mein ek Bollywood romantic comedy lagi thi. Malvika ne specially tayyari ki—ek maroon chiffon saree pehni thi, low-waist, petticoat tight, blouse sleeveless aur deep-neck, jisme uska cleavage aur toned midriff saaf dikh raha tha. Saree pallu thoda loose, har step mein uski curvy kamar aur badi gaand ka sway dikhai de raha tha. High heels mein wo 5'9" ki height par aur dominating lag rahi thi.
Theater mein crowd tha. Ticket counter ki line lambi thi. Anil aur Malvika line mein khade the—Anil aage, Malvika peeche. Anil phone par messages check kar raha tha.
Line dheere dheere badh rahi thi. Tabhi ek 60+ ka buddha aadmi, mota sa, balding, Malvika ke bilkul peeche aa kar khada ho gaya. Pehle toh normal tha, lekin crowd ki wajah se dhakka-mukki shuru hui.
Buddha ne mauka dekha aur dheere se apna haath Malvika ki kamar par rakh diya. Saree thin thi, usne fingers se uski soft skin feel karna shuru kiya—dheere dheere curve trace karte hue, low-waist saree ke niche petticoat ke upar.
Malvika ko pehle laga accidental hai, lekin jab haath neeche slide karke uski gaand par pahunch gaya aur squeeze kiya, usko shock laga. Wo jhatke se peeche mud kar dekha—buddha ne innocent face banaya, jaise kuchh hua hi nahi.
Malvika ne gusse mein pallu adjust kiya aur thoda aage badhne ki koshish ki, lekin line tight thi. Buddha ne phir mauka dekha aur haath wapas gaand par pher diya—full palm se, curves feel karte hue.
Anil ye sab side se dekh raha tha—mirror wali wall mein reflection saaf dikhai de raha tha. Usne dekha buddhe ka haath Malvika ki kamar se gaand tak ja raha hai. Uske dil mein gussa aaya, lekin himmat nahi hui. Wo socha log kya kahenge, jhagda ho jaayega, security officer-wolice… wo chupchap aage dekhta raha, phone tightly pakad kar.
Malvika ne do-teen baar side hui, buddhe ko glare kiya, lekin buddha muskurata raha. Finally line khatam hui, tickets le kar andar gaye.
Movie ke dauran Malvika silent thi—na hasi, na baat. Anil ne haath pakadne ki koshish ki, usne jhatka de kar hata diya.
Ghar aate hi flat mein ghus te hi Malvika ka gussa phat pada.
“Tumne dekha na sab kuchh??” wo chillayi, heels utarte hue. “Wo buddha mere saath aisa kar raha tha aur tum chupchap khade the??”
Anil ne defensive hote hue bola, “Kya karta main? Line mein crowd tha, jhagda karta toh scene ban jaata. Log kya sochte?”
Malvika ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye gusse se. “Scene ban jaata? Tumhari biwi ke saath koi aisa kare aur tumhe scene banne ka dar lage? Tum mein mardangi hi nahi hai Anil! Na bed mein, na bahar!”
Anil ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Kya matlab? Main practical soch raha tha. Tu khud itni revealing saree pehen kar jaati hai, log toh dekhenge hi!”
Malvika ne purse sofa par phenk diya. “Revealing? Ye saree normal thi! Aur agar pehni bhi toh kisi ko haath lagane ka haq hai kya? Tum mujhe protect nahi kar sake ek buddhe se bhi! Reception mein uncles mazak udate the, office mein log flirt karte hain, gym mein ladke peeche pade hain—aur tumhe kabhi farak nahi padta! Kyun? Kyunki tumhe confidence hi nahi hai!”
Anil ne awaaz oonchi ki, “Confidence? Main 1 crore package wala hoon, tujhe sab kuchh deta hoon—ghar, luxury, honeymoon! Aur tu mujhe blame kar rahi hai?”
Malvika ne darwaza zor se band kiya bedroom ka. “Paisa sab kuchh nahi hota Anil! Respect, protection, passion—ye sab chahiye hota hai! Tum bed mein 30 second mein khatam ho jaate ho, bahar bhi kuchh nahi kar paate! Main galti kar rahi hoon ye shaadi continue kar ke!”
Anil kuchh bolna chahta tha, lekin uska muh band ho gaya. Wo living room mein baitha reh gaya, head haathon mein.
Malvika bedroom mein chali gayi, darwaza lock kar diya. Wo bed par baith kar royi—gusse, frustration, disappointment se.
Us raat dono alag alag sote rahe. Pehla bada jhagda tha shaadi ke baad. Aur rishte mein ek badi crack pad chuki thi.
Malvika bedroom mein akeli thi, darwaza lock. Gusse se uski saansein tez thi, lekin saath hi uss buddhe ki harkat ne uske body mein ek ajeeb si sensation jaga di thi—ek touch jo unwanted tha, lekin kaafi dino baad kisi ne usko physically feel kiya tha. Anil ka kuchh na kar pana usko aur gussa dila raha tha, lekin andar se frustration aur ek alag si bechaini thi.
Wo dressing table ke saamne khadi hui mirror mein apne aap ko dekhti rahi. Maroon saree ab bhi pehni thi, pallu thoda slip ho chuka tha, deep blouse mein uske full, milky boobs ka curve saaf dikh raha tha. Usne dheere se pallu side kiya, phir blouse ke hooks khole. Blouse khul gaya, black lace bra mein uske perfect breasts ubhar aaye—heavy, firm, nipples already hard ho chuke the gusse aur bechaini se.
Usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha, haath se breasts dabaye, nipples ko pinch kiya. “Itni hot hoon main…” wo dheere se boli apne aap se. Phir saree ka pleats khole, petticoat neeche gira. Ab sirf black lace bra aur matching panty mein thi—panty low-waist, uski toned kamar aur curvy hips dikha rahi thi.
Usne bra ka hook khola, breasts free ho gaye—bade, gol, milky white, pink nipples erect. Wo haath ferte hue unko massage karne lagi, mirror mein apni body admire karti hui. Phir panty neeche sarki—uski shaved, clean pussy dikhayi di, already thodi wet.
Wo bed par let gayi, lights dim kar di. Pehli baar shaadi ke baad usne apne aap ko haath lagaya tha pleasure ke liye. Dheere se usne apni thighs failayi, ungli se clit par circle banane lagi. Saans tez ho gayi. Dusri haath se breast dabati rahi, nipple pinch karti.
Uski aankhein band ho gayi, dimaag mein flashbacks—uss buddhe ka haath uski gaand par, Vikrant gym mein usko ghoorta hua, office ke ladke compliments dete hue. Wo soch rahi thi ki kitne log usko chahte hain, desire karte hain… aur ghar par husband kuchh nahi kar pata.
Ungli andar slide kar di—pehli, phir do. Wo moan karne lagi dheere dheere, hips upar utha kar. Speed badhati gayi, clit par pressure badhaya. Body mein current daud raha tha—kaafi mahino baad real pleasure.
“Fuck… yes…” wo whisper kar rahi thi, imagination mein koi strong haath uske body par, koi passionate touch.
Finally orgasm aaya—tez, intense. Uska body kaanp utha, toes curl ho gaye, pussy tight ho gayi fingers ke around. Wo moan suppress karti rahi taaki bahar Anil na sun le.
Orgasm ke baad wo let gayi, saans tez, body relaxed. Aankhon mein aansu the—relief ke, lekin saath hi guilt aur gusse ke.
Ye pehli baar tha shaadi ke baad ki usne khud ko satisfy kiya. Anil ke saath kabhi climax nahi hua tha—sirf frustration.
Wo sheet odh kar side ho gayi, sochti rahi—ab kya? Ye shaadi kitne din chalegi? Kya wo hamesha aise hi adjust karegi?
Bahar living room mein Anil jaag raha tha, guilty feel kar raha tha, lekin andar nahi aaya.
Us raat Malvika ko neend der se aayi, lekin ek nayi awareness jag chuki thi—apne body ki, apni needs ki. Aur shayad ek naye direction ki.
Agle din subah Malvika office pahunchi toh mood ab bhi thoda off tha—kal raat ka jhagda aur khud ka pleasure lena dono dimaag mein ghoom rahe the. Office mein jaise hi ghusi, wahi routine: Aryan aur doosre colleagues ke flirty comments, nazrein uski tight skirt aur deep-neck top par. Rohan ne pehle se hi pantry mein wait kar rakha tha.
“Malvika, aaj coffee? Please yaar, sirf 10 minute. Office ke neeche wala cafe, no pressure,” Rohan ne insist kiya, professional tone mein lekin aankhon mein hope.
Malvika ne pehle mana karne ki sochi, lekin frustration mein decide kar liya—kya farak padta hai? “Theek hai, lunch break mein.”
Coffee pe Rohan ne try kiya normal baat karne ki—work, weekend plans—lekin dheere se compliment bhi daale, “Tum office aati ho toh din acha ho jaata hai.” Malvika ne short answers diye, smile ki, lekin andar se detached thi. Coffee khatam kar ke wapas office aa gayi.
Shaam ko ghar aayi toh society gym jaane ka plan tha, lekin yaad aaya kal ke buddhon aur Vikrant ki harassment. Uncles ke gande comments, Vikrant ka bold flirt—ab aur nahi sahan kar sakti. Usne phone nikala aur search kiya luxury gyms Bandra mein. Gold’s Gym Bandra select kiya—premium, state-of-the-art, personal trainers, aur ghar se sirf 10 minute drive.
Agli subah hi wo Gold’s Gym pahunch gayi membership lene. Luxury feel tha—big space, imported machines, sauna, steam, clean changing rooms. Jaise hi wo entry ki, tight workout gear mein (pink sports bra aur black shorts), poora gym ruk sa gaya. Ladke weights chhod kar dekhte, ladkiyan bhi envy se. Men’s section se nazrein, women’s se whispers.
Receptionist ne welcome kiya aur bola, “Ma’am, new membership? Humara top trainer aapko tour dega.”
Phir introduce kiya—Rizwan Qureshi. Wo gym ke corner se aaya, ek dam giant. 6’3” ka kad, massive build—broad shoulders, huge arms veins dikhti hui, chest jaise wall, powerlifting champion wali body. Bilkul kala rang, thick badi si daadhi, intense aankhein. Tight black tank top mein uski physique aur scary lag rahi thi—muscles on muscles, jaise koi wrestler.
“Welcome to Gold’s, Malvika ji,” Rizwan ne deep voice mein bola, haath milaate hue. Uska haath Malvika ke haath ko poora cover kar gaya, grip strong.
Malvika ko pehli baar thodi dar lag gayi—uski height, build, dark intense look se intimidated feel hua. Wo 5’9” ki thi, lekin Rizwan ke saamne chhoti lag rahi thi. “Hi… thank you,” wo nervous smile de boli.
Rizwan ne gym tour diya—machines explain karte hue, apni championships ki trophies dikhaayi. “Main yahan powerlifting coach hoon, national champion raha hoon. Aapko personal training chahiye toh best results dunga.”
Malvika ne uski huge biceps aur chest ko dekha, andar se ek ajeeb si feeling—awe, fear, aur shayad attraction bhi. Society gym ke buddhon se better, lekin ye aadmi alag level ka dominating tha.
Membership le liya, aur socha—ab yahan workout karegi. Lekin Rizwan ki presence ne uske dimaag mein nayi si bechaini jaga di. Ghar jaate waqt wo soch rahi thi—ye trainer kitna powerful hai… Anil se kitna alag.
Agla din shaam ko Malvika office se direct Gold’s Gym pahunch gayi. Mood fresh tha—office mein wahi routine flirting se bore ho chuki thi, lekin ab gym mein nayi jagah, nayi energy.
Usne changing room mein apna favorite workout set pehna: ek white cropped sports bra, itna tight ki uske big milky boobs poore press ho rahe the, deep cleavage aur side-boob boldly visible. Neeche black high-cut shorts—gaand ke neeche tak, uski badi, gol, toned gaand ka lower part almost dikh raha tha. Shorts itne short ki har move mein uski curvy hips aur thighs highlight ho rahe the. Sweat-proof fabric, lekin body itni perfect ki jaise second skin.
Gym mein entry ki toh wahi hua—poora floor ek baar phir ruk gaya. Ladke machines par ruk kar dekhte, trainers bhi side se nazar daal rahe the. Malvika confident walk se treadmill ki taraf gayi, pony tail sway kar rahi thi.
Rizwan corner mein ek client ko train kar raha tha—heavy deadlifts. Wo 6’3” ka giant, black tank top mein, uski massive dark muscles chamak rahe the sweat se. Jaise hi Malvika paas se guzri, uski nazar us par pad gayi.
Rizwan ka concentration pehli baar kho gaya.
Wo client ko “one more rep” bol raha tha, lekin aankhein Malvika par atak gayi. Pehle usne uske milky boobs ko dekha—cropped bra mein bounce kar rahe the treadmill par, deep cleavage mein sweat ki line ban rahi thi. Phir nazar neeche gayi—flat toned stomach, navel piercing, aur phir wo badi gaand… shorts mein perfectly round aur lifted, har step mein sway.
Rizwan ne jaise measurement le liya aankhon se—boobs 36D lag rahe the, gaand 40 inch ki perfect shape. Uski intense dark aankhein narrowed ho gayi, daadhi ke neeche lips thoda tight. Wo powerlifting champion tha, gym mein hamesha focused rehta tha, lekin aaj pehli baar uska dimaag distract ho gaya. Client ne bola “Coach, spot karo”, lekin Rizwan 2 second late react kiya.
Malvika ne mirror se notice kar liya.
Wo treadmill par jog kar rahi thi, lekin side mirror mein Rizwan ko dekha—wo ab bhi usko ghoor raha tha, openly, bina sharmaaye. Uski nazar uski gaand par ruk gayi jab wo speed badha kar run karne lagi. Malvika ko pehli baar thodi si current si daudi body mein—society gym ke buddhon ya office ke ladkon se alag, ye aadmi dangerous lag raha tha. Powerful, dominating, aur uski stare mein raw hunger tha.
Malvika ne speed slow kiya, sweat ponchha, aur deliberately stretching ke liye mat par gayi—weighs area ke paas, Rizwan ke bilkul nazdeek. Wo child's pose mein gayi—gaand upar, boobs mat par press. Rizwan ka client chala gaya, wo ab khada usko dekhta raha, arms crossed, massive chest upar neeche ho raha tha.
Malvika uthi, towel se neck ponchhte hue uski taraf mud kar smile di—thodi challenging si. Rizwan ne finally nazar milayi, deep voice mein bola, “Malvika ji, warm-up ho gaya? Aaiye, aaj first session shuru karte hain. Main aapko proper form sikhaunga.”
Malvika ko thoda dar bhi laga uski intensity se, lekin saath hi excitement—ye stare alag thi, possessive si.
Wo uske peeche peeche weights area mein gayi, Rizwan ke giant frame ke neeche apne aap ko chhota feel karte hue. Gym mein aur log bhi notice kar rahe the—top trainer ka attention poori tarah Malvika par tha.
Session shuru hone wala tha, aur Malvika jaanti thi—ye gym society wale se bohot alag hone wala tha.
Malvika weights area mein Rizwan ke peeche peeche pahunchi. Uski heartbeat thodi tez thi—gym mein sab log side se dekh rahe the, jaise top trainer ka poora attention ek nayi member par hai.
Rizwan ne ek bench ki taraf ishara kiya. “Baithiye Malvika ji. Pehle assessment karte hain—aapka goal kya hai? Fat loss, strength, ya overall toning?”
Malvika bench par baithi, uski short shorts mein toned thighs expose ho rahi thi. “Overall fitness… body toned rakhna hai, strength badhani hai thodi.”
Rizwan ne squat rack ke paas le ja kar khada kiya. Wo uske bilkul paas khada tha—6’3” ka giant frame, uski massive dark arms crossed, badi daadhi aur intense aankhein. “Pehle warm-up squats. Empty bar se shuru karte hain. Main form correct karunga.”
Malvika ne barbell uthaya, rack se nikala, aur squats shuru kiye. Pehle set mein hi Rizwan ka haath uski kamar par aa gaya—low back par, firmly. “Yahan core tight rakho,” usne deep voice mein bola, fingers dheere se press karte hue uski slim waist par.
Malvika ko current sa laga—uski grip itni strong thi, jaise poora control uske haath mein. Wo second rep mein neeche gayi, gaand peeche, aur Rizwan ka doosra haath uski hips par aa gaya. “Hips back, chest up,” bol kar usne adjust kiya—haath uski curvy hips par slide hue, thoda gaand ke side tak.
Malvika ki saans ruk gayi thodi der ke liye. Wo notice kar rahi thi—Rizwan ka touch professional tha, lekin intensity alag thi. Uski dark aankhein uski gaand aur boobs par ja rahi thi har rep mein, bina sharmaaye.
“Perfect glutes hain aapke,” Rizwan ne suddenly bola, voice low aur husky. “Powerlifting mein aise assets bohot kaam aate hain. Heavy lift kar sakti ho.”
Malvika set khatam kar ke uthi, sweat se chamak rahi thi. “Thank you… aap bohot experience wale lagte ho.”
Rizwan ne paas aakar, barbell wapas rack par rakhte hue, uske bilkul close khada ho gaya—uski massive chest uske face ke paas. “National champion raha hoon main. Aap jaise dedicated client ko best results deta hoon. Private sessions book kar lo—personal attention milega.”
Usne aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, jaise double meaning tha. Malvika ko dar bhi laga uski dominating presence se, lekin saath hi ek strong attraction—Anil ke soft, hesitant touch se kitna alag.
Phir lunges karwaye. Rizwan ne dumbbells diye aur peeche khada ho kar form check kiya—jab wo lunge mein neeche jaati, uska haath uski front thigh par aata adjust karne ke liye, fingers inner thigh ke paas tak. “Yahan push karo,” bol kar press kiya lightly.
Malvika ki body mein goosebumps aa gaye. Wo mirror mein dekhti rahi—Rizwan ka giant black body uske peeche, uski milky skin ke against contrast. Gym mein aur log dekh rahe the, lekin Rizwan ko koi parwah nahi thi.
Last mein stretching. Rizwan ne mat par baithne bola aur khud uske peeche baitha—hamstring stretch ke liye uski legs faila kar, apna haath uski thighs par rakh kar press kiya. Uski badi daadhi uske shoulder ke paas thi, hot breath feel ho raha tha.
“Relax karo Malvika ji,” usne whisper kiya. “Body bahut responsive hai aapka. Regular aao, main poora transform kar dunga.”
Session khatam hua. Malvika uthi, towel se sweat ponchhte hue boli, “Thank you Rizwan. Bahut acha session tha.”
Rizwan ne smile di—pehli baar, white teeth daadhi mein chamke. “Kal same time? Private slot book kar dete hain—sirf aap aur main.”
Malvika ne “dekhti hoon” bola, lekin andar se excited aur nervous thi. Ghar jaate waqt car mein wo soch rahi thi—ye touch, ye dominance… kitna different feel kar raha tha. Anil ko yaad kiya toh frustration aur badh gayi.
Pehla session tha, lekin Rizwan ki grip aur stare uske dimaag mein baith chuki thi. Ab gym sirf workout nahi, kuchh aur banne wala tha.
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