Adultery Meri wife job me ya kahi or

[Tiska jay]

Anita ne turant palat kar Rahul ki taraf dekha, awāz kāṁp rahi thi —

“Main… main samjhā sakti hu… jaisa tu soch rahā hai, waisa kuch bhi nahi hai… please…”

Rahul ne muskurā kar, lekin woh muskurāhat bilkul bhi pyār bhari nahi thi. Woh toh sirf zehar thi.

“Kaisa hai? Ye teri desk nahi? Ye tera phone nahi? Bol na… kiska phone hai ye? Kisne rakha hai camera on karke?”

Anita ki aankhon mein ānsū bhar āye. Woh pooja ko batāne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin gale mein rone ka gubārā itna bada ho gaya tha ki awāz hi nahi nikal pā rahi thi.

“Kya… vo… main nahi…”

“Phir jhooth?” Rahul ne beech mein hi kaat diya.  
“Aaj main khud āya tha hotel mein. Apni aankhon se dekha tha. Samajh gaya sab kuch.”

Anita ne haath jod liye, awāz phatkar nikal rahi thi —

“Dekh… samajh… ye sab galat hai jo tu soch raha hai… please…”

Rahul ne ek kadam āge badhāya, aankhon mein khoon utar āya tha.

“Galat? To Pooja bata na… Pooja ka kya? Haan maine uske saath soyā hu. Maine use choda hai. Aur kya?”

Anita ka rona ekdum se ruk gaya.  
Gusse ki ek tezz lahar uske chehre par daud gayi.

“TUNE WHAT??”  
Usne chilla kar kaha, awāz itni tez ki kamre ki deewārein kaamp uthiṁ.  
“She’s a bitch… aur tu… TU??”

Rahul ne thandi hansi haṁsi.

“Tu to apne boss ke saath so sakti hai na? To main kyun nahi?”

Anita ne sir pakad liya, awāz toot rahi thi —

“Maine kisi ke saath kuch nahi kiya… maine nahi…”

“Abe ja jhūṭhi!” Rahul ne TV ki taraf ishara kiya.  
“Ye video dekh kar bhi maan nahi rahi? Ab kisse puchwāũ? Tere boss se?”

Usne turant phone uthāya aur gusse se bolā —

“Sirish? Aap mere ghar ā jao. Urgent hai. Haan… gusse mein hai. Nahi to kya, nāchenge? Haso mat. Pooja ko bhi lete āna. Aaj sab khatam karte hain. Bahut ho gaya.”

Phone rakh kar Rahul ne Anita ki taraf dekha aur badbadāte hue bola —

“Tumne to bada lund chahiye na? Mera bada nahi lagta? African lund chahiye hoga tujhe… kutiya… randi…”

Anita gusse se jhallā uthi, awāz phatkar nikal gayi —

“SHUT UP! Rahul please… shut up!”

Rahul rukā nahi.

“Haan ab chup karao mujhe? Socha main cuck hu? Jo chahe karogi? Mera lund chhota nahi… Pooja kitni khushi se chudi thi us din…”

Anita ke ānsū ab gusse mein badal rahe the. Woh ro-ro kar boli —

“Haan… tera chhota hai. Mere saare ex-boyfriends se bhi chhota hai. Maine kabhi kuch bola nahi. Apni needs ko daba diya. Aur aaj tu ilzaam lagā raha hai?”

Rahul ek pal ke liye sehmā sa chup ho gaya.

Tabhi darwāza khula.

Sirish aur Pooja andar āye.

Pooja shorts aur tight t-shirt mein thi. Chehra thoda darā hua, lekin sexy lag rahi thi — jaise jaan bujh kar tayyār hokar āyi ho.

Anita ne Pooja ko dekha to uska khoon khaul utha.

Usne Rahul ki taraf dekhte hue kaha —

“Ye hain mere boss Sirish. Ye tumhe sab sach batāyenge. Hamāre beech jo bhi hai—”

Rahul ne beech mein hi ghus kar chillāya —

“Ye kya batāyenge? Iska hi to lund leke kud rahi thi ye! Pooja, tujhe pata hai na ye dono saath sote hain? Mera lund chhota bolti hai ye!”

Pooja ka sar jhuk gaya. Haath kaanp rahe the. Muthi bhiṁchi hui thi.

Sirish ne sakht awāz mein kaha —

“Mind your tongue, Rahul.”

Rahul ne aur tez chillā kar jawāb diya —

“Abe tongue to tune dali thi iski gand mein jab isne tujhe birthday gift mein gand di thi… randi ki!”

**PHATAAAKKK!**


Ek tez thappad ki awāz gunji.

Rahul ke gaal par Anita ka haath pad gaya tha.

Rahul ka haath apne gaal ko mal raha tha, aankhein laal, gussa aur hairāni dono saath mein.

Woh maarne ko haath uthāne laga…

Lekin ek teesra haath turant uska haath pakad liya.

Sirish tha woh.  
Usne Rahul ke haath ko zor se pakda hua tha aur dheere se, lekin sakht awāz mein kaha —

“Bas… ab bahut ho gaya.”

Kamra ekdum sannāta ho gaya.

Sirf saanso ki tez awāzein sunai de rahi thiṁ.

Aur sabki nazrein ek doosre par thi — jaise agla kadam koi bhi uthāye, to yeh rishta sachmuch khatam ho jāyega.