Adultery Couple Ka shuffle

[Joker44]

Rohit ne apni car parking mein lagayi. Engine off kiya, lekin turant bahar nahi nikla. Usne rearview mirror mein apna chehra dekha — aankhon mein thakan thi, par uske peeche ek dark satisfaction chamak raha tha. Usne Pranali ke saath jo kiya, woh sirf sex nahi tha... woh ek statement tha. Ashish ke liye ek jawab tha.
"Hisaab barabar."
Usne bag uthaya aur lift ki taraf badha. Dimaag mein ab Geeti thi.
"Meri Geeti... jo ab sirf meri nahi rahi."
Jab usne door bell bajayi, toh dil ki dhadkan thodi tez thi — darr se nahi, balki anticipation se. Woh dekhna chahta tha ki Geeti ab kaisi dikhti hai... Ashish ke touch ke baad.
Door khula.
Geeti saamne khadi thi. Simple yellow salwar suit mein, baal loose aur face pe wahi innocent si muskurahat — lekin aankhon mein ek gehra guilt chupa hua tha.
"Welcome back..." Geeti ne dheere se kaha.
Rohit ne bina kuch bole usse hug kar liya.
Yeh hug pehle jaisa nahi tha. Geeti ka jism thoda stiff tha, jaise woh darr rahi ho ki Rohit uske andar chhupe raaz ko soongh lega. Aur Rohit... woh Geeti ko hug karte hue bhi, uske jism mein Ashish ke nishaan dhoondh raha tha.
"Miss kiya mujhe?" Rohit ne uske kaan mein whisper kiya.
Geeti ne thoda peeche hatti, nazrein churayi.
"Haan... bohot. Ghar... bohot khaali lag raha tha."
Rohit ke lips pe ek smile aayi. Khaali? Ya Ashish se bhara hua?
Woh andar aaya aur sofa pe baith gaya. Geeti pani lekar aayi. Jab woh jhuk kar glass table pe rakh rahi thi, uska dupatta thoda side hua.
Aur Rohit ki nazar wahi gayi jahan Ashish chahta tha.
Uske cleavage ke side mein woh bite mark.
Halka sa purple, thoda red. Taaza.
Rohit ka khoon khual utha — gusse se nahi, balki ek ajeeb se nasha se. Usne socha, "Ashish ne apna thappa laga diya hai."
Usne Geeti ka haath pakda aur use apne paas kheench liya. Geeti hadbada gayi.
"Kya hua Rohit?"
Rohit ne apni ungli dheere se us bite mark pe rakhi. Geeti ka pura jism kaanp gaya. Usne saans rok li.
"Yeh kya hai, Geeti?" Rohit ne pucha, awaaz mein gussa nahi, bas ek knowing curiosity thi.
Geeti ka chehra safed pad gaya. Usne turant dupatta wapas sahi kiya.
"W-woh... kuch nahi. Shayad... shayad koi allergy hai. Ya macchar ne kaata hoga balcony mein."
Rohit ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh jhooth bol rahi thi, aur woh jaanta tha.
"Macchar?" Rohit ne smirk kiya. "Kaafi... bada macchar lagta hai. Aur kaafi deep kaata hai."
Geeti ki bolti band thi. Woh bas neeche dekh rahi thi.
Rohit ne uska chehra upar uthaya, uske lips pe ek hard kiss kiya — possessive, claiming kiss. Jaise woh Ashish ka taste mitana chahta ho, ya shayad... uske upar apna taste mix karna chahta ho.
Jab woh alag hua, Geeti haanf rahi thi.
"Jao..." Rohit ne husky voice mein kaha. "Mere liye khaana lagao. Mujhe bhook lagi hai."
Geeti bhaagne ke mood mein kitchen mein chali gayi. Rohit wahin baitha raha, us bite mark ko yaad karke apna lower lip bite karte hue.
"Ashish ne sahi kaha tha... she looks fucking hot with that mark."



Dusri Taraf: Ashish aur Pranali
Ashish apne living room mein baitha TV dekh raha tha jab door khula.
Pranali andar aayi. Bheegi hui nahi thi, lekin uske chehre pe wo after-sex glow aur exhaustion saaf dikh raha tha. Uske baal thode frizzy the, aur lips... lips clearly swollen the.
Ashish ne usse dekha, aur ek shikaari wali muskaan uske chehre pe aa gayi.
"Aa gayi?" Ashish ne normal tone mein pucha, lekin apni jagah se hila nahi.
Pranali ne bag sofa pe rakha aur bina Ashish ki taraf dekhe boli, "Haan... traffic bohot tha. Aur barish... uff, thak gayi hoon."
Woh jaldi se bedroom ki taraf badhne lagi, jaise Ashish ki nazron se bachna chahti ho.
"Ruko," Ashish ki awaaz thodi strict thi.
Pranali ruk gayi. Dhadkan tez.
Ashish utha aur dheere dheere uske paas aaya. Pranali ki nazrein zameen pe thi. Ashish ne uske kareeb aake gehri saans li — jaise kuch soongh raha ho.
Uske paas se Rohit ki scent aa rahi thi. Ek mard ki musk, aur thoda sa hotel ka soap.
"Rohit ke saath ride kaisi thi?" Ashish ne pucha, uske chehre ke bilkul paas aake.
Pranali ne thoda stammer kiya. "Th-thik thi. Woh... woh ache driver hain. Hum... hume hotel mein rukna pada tha, road block ki wajah se."
"Pata hai," Ashish ne soft tone mein kaha. "Rohit ne bataya tha. Ek hi room mila na?"
Pranali ka dil gale mein aa gaya. Usne darte hue Ashish ko dekha. Kya usse pata hai?
Ashish ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya. Uska angutha (thumb) dheere se Pranali ke suoje hue hothon (swollen lips) pe phira.
"Tere honth..." Ashish ne whisper kiya. "...suoje hue hain. Kuch kaata kya?"
Pranali ki aankhen bhar aayi. Usse samajh nahi aa raha tha kya bole.
"Ashish... woh..."
"Shhh," Ashish ne uske hothon pe ungli rakhi.
"Main doctor hoon, Pranali. Mujhe symptoms padhna aata hai."
Usne usse gale lagaya. Pranali ka jism stiff tha. Ashish ne uske kaan ke paas apna mooh le jaake, ekdum dheere se, ek zeherili baat boli:
"Lagta hai Rohit ne kaafi achi company di tumhe. You look... satisfied."
Pranali chonk kar peeche hatti. Ashish ke chehre pe gussa nahi tha — bas ek twisted smile thi.
"Jao, fresh ho jao. Tumhe safai ki zarurat hai."
Pranali wahan se bhaag kar bathroom mein ghus gayi aur door lock kar liya. Shower chalu karke woh wahin floor pe baith kar rone lagi.
Bahar, Ashish ne apna phone nikala.
Message to Rohit:
"She's home. Lips swollen, walking funny, aur darr ke mare kaanp rahi hai. Good job, bhai. You broke her seal."
Kuch seconds baad Rohit ka reply aaya:
"Aur maine Geeti pe tera nishaan dekh liya. That bite mark... it's turning me on more than I expected."
Ashish ne phone jeb mein rakha.
Dono gharon mein ab ek nayi tarah ki shanti thi.
Pati-Patni ke rishte wahi the... par beech mein secrets ki ek moti diwar khadi ho gayi thi. Aur us diwar ke dono taraf... desire ka ek naya khel shuru ho chuka tha.
Raat: The Internal Monologue
Raat ka waqt tha.
Rohit aur Geeti apne bed pe the. Geeti side turn karke leti thi, Rohit ki taraf peeth karke. Woh sonne ka natak kar rahi thi, par uski aankhen khuli thi.
Uske dimaag mein Ashish ka touch ghoom raha tha. Aur ab Rohit ka wapas aana... usse guilty feel karwa raha tha, par saath hi uske andar ek ajeeb si comparison chal rahi thi. Rohit ka pyaar vs Ashish ka raw passion.
Rohit uski peeth ko dekh raha tha. Usse pata tha Geeti jag rahi hai.
Usne apna haath Geeti ki kamar pe rakha. Geeti halka sa hili, par haath hataya nahi.
Rohit ne khud ko Geeti se chipka liya. Uska hard lund Geeti ke hips ko press karne laga.
Geeti ki saansein atak gayi. Kya Rohit chahta hai?
Lekin Rohit ne kuch kiya nahi. Woh bas wahi let gaya, usse feel karte hue.
"Ashish ne isse kaise choda hoga..." yeh soch kar Rohit ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Woh bas Geeti ke jism ko pakad ke imagine kar raha tha — kal raat woh Ashish ke neeche kaise tadap rahi hogi.
Dusri taraf...
Pranali bathroom se nikal kar aayi thi. Ashish bed pe book padh raha tha, bilkul normal.
Pranali chupchap doosri side let gayi. Usne blanket odh liya.
Ashish ne light band ki.
Andhere mein, Ashish ka haath Pranali ke pet (stomach) pe gaya. Pranali ne saans rok li.
"Goodnight, Pranali," Ashish ne kaha.
"G-goodnight..."
Lekin Ashish ka haath wahan se hata nahi. Woh wahi raha... thoda neeche... uske uterus area ke paas. Jaise woh check kar raha ho ki Rohit ne apna seed kahan chhoda hai.
Pranali ne aakhen band kar li, Rohit ke words yaad karte hue — "Ab meri baari hai..."
Dono auratein apne apne bistar pe thi, apne patiyon ke saath... lekin unke jism abhi bhi un gair mardon ke ehsaas mein qaid the.
Game ka Pehla Round Khatam.



Shaam ka waqt tha. Ek dimly lit bar ke corner table pe Rohit aur Ashish baithe the. Table pe beer ki bottlein, kuch snacks, aur hawa mein cigarette ka dhuan.
Dono ke chehre pe ek alag hi glow tha — ek shaitani sukoon. Jaise do shikaari jungle se wapas aaye ho, apna apna shikaar karke.
Ashish ne apni beer uthayi, glass clink kiya.
"Cheers, bhai. To the new life."
Rohit ne glass takraya, ek bada sip liya aur table pe rakhte hue hansa.
"Life toh ab bani hai, Ashish. Kasam se... tune jo plan banaya tha, mujhe laga nahi tha itna perfect execute hoga."
Ashish ne cigarette ka puff liya, aankhen chhoti karte hue pucha, "Pehle tu bata. Meri 'shareef' biwi, Dr. Pranali... kaisi rahi?"
Rohit ne chair pe peeche lean kiya, ek wicked smile ke saath yaad karte hue.
"Bhai... teri biwi doctor hai, par bed pe woh ilaaj nahi, bimari deti hai — hawas ki."
Ashish hansa, "Detail de... uppar uppar se mat bol."
Rohit thoda aage jhuka, awaaz low karte hue:
"Hotel room mein light gayi... darr ke maare mujhse chipak gayi. Aur wahan se jo game shuru hua... Ashish, she’s fucking wild. Geeti shy hai, par Pranali... Pranali toh seedha lund pe chadh gayi thi."
"Usne mera lund muh mein liya... aur aise chusa jaise aakhri baar mil raha ho. Aur jab maine usse doggy mein liya... bhai, she screams loud. 'Rohit... Rohit...' chilla rahi thi."
Ashish ke chehre pe ek dark satisfaction tha. Apni biwi ke baare mein yeh sunkar use jalan nahi, maza aa raha tha.
"I knew it," Ashish ne smirk kiya. "Woh hamesha se thodi repressed thi. Tune uska dhakkan khol diya."
Rohit: "Aur sun... maine uske muh mein cum kiya. She didn't even spit. Sab andar."
Ashish ne table pe haath maara, hasste hue. "Wah! Kamine, meri biwi ko slut bana diya ek hi raat mein."
Rohit ne eyebrow uthayi. "Ab tu bata... meri Geeti ka kya haal kiya?"
Ashish ne cigarette ash tray mein masli. Uska chehra thoda serious, thoda intense ho gaya.
"Geeti... woh alag hai, Rohit. Woh wild nahi hai... woh deep hai."
"Jab maine usse chua... woh kaanp rahi thi. Mana kar rahi thi, dimaag se... par uski chut ro rahi thi lund ke liye. Jab maine usse pehli baar enter kiya... bhai, itni tight... jaise virgin ho."
Rohit ka lund table ke neeche twitch hua yeh sunkar.
Ashish continue kiya: "Maine usse pyaar se nahi choda... maine usse own kiya. Har position mein. Aur sabse best part pata hai kya tha?"
"Kya?" Rohit ne pucha.
"Jab woh climax pe thi... woh tera naam nahi le rahi thi. Woh sirf 'Please... Please...' bol rahi thi. She was begging me to ruin her."
Rohit ne apne lips lick kiye. "Aur woh bite mark? Jo tune uski cleavage pe diya?"
Ashish hansa. "Woh toh bas ek reminder tha. Taaki jab tu usse hug kare, tujhe pata chale ki wahan mera muh tha."
Rohit ne apna phone nikaala aur Pranali ki soti hui pic dikhayi. "Hisaab barabar, bhai. Yeh dekh teri biwi... mere lund ki thakan utaar rahi hai."
Dono doston ne photo dekhi aur zor se hanse. Public mein koi samajh nahi sakta tha ki yeh dono kya baat kar rahe hain.
The Reality Check
Hasi mazak ke baad, mahual thoda serious hua. Planning mode on.
Rohit: "Lekin ek problem hai, Ashish."
Ashish: "Kya?"
Rohit: "Pranali... woh guilt mein hai. Subah jab hum nikle, woh mujhse aankh nahi mila rahi thi. Usne 'I-pill' li mere saamne. Woh darr gayi hai."
Ashish: "Same with Geeti. Woh bhi guilt mein dubi hui hai. Mujhse baat nahi kar rahi, avoid kar rahi hai. Agar humne abhi 'Swap' ka idea open kiya... toh woh dono panic kar jayengi. Shayad humare rishte toot jayein."
Rohit ne sar hilaya. "Sahi keh raha hai. Hum unhe direct nahi bol sakte ki 'Chalo exchange karte hain'. Unhe abhi yeh lag raha hai ki yeh 'galti' se hua."
Ashish: "Exactly. Humein yeh 'galti' baar baar karwani hogi. Itni baar... ki unhe aadat pad jaye. Unka guilt khatam karna hoga... unhe addict banana hoga."
Rohit: "Toh next move kya hai?"
Ashish ne beer finish ki aur ek masterplan rakha.
"Dekh, abhi woh dono humse bhaag rahi hain. Humein unhe saamne lana hoga. Jahaan woh humein ignore na kar sakein."
The Plan: The Dinner Trap
Ashish: "Iss weekend... mere ghar pe dinner rakhte hain. Couple dinner. Tu aur Geeti aa rahe ho."
Rohit confuse hua. "Saamne? Bhai, woh awkward ho jayengi."
Ashish: "Wahi toh chahiye! Awkwardness hi toh fuel hai."
"Soch... hum chaaron ek table pe honge.
Tu Pranali ke saamne baitha hoga... wahi aadmi jisne usse hotel mein choda.
Main Geeti ke saamne hunga... wahi aadmi jisne usse mere bed pe torda."
Rohit ke chehre pe dheere dheere samajh aane lagi.
Ashish: "Unhe apne patiyon ka haath pakadna padega... jabki unke lovers unke saamne honge.
Humein kuch nahi karna... bas eye contact."
"Main Geeti ko ghuroonga... usse yaad dilaunga us raat ki."
"Tu Pranali ko compliment diyo... thoda flirt kariyo, husband ke saamne. Dekhte hain woh kaise react karti hai."
Rohit: "Fuck... that's evil. Geeti toh pighal jayegi pressure mein."
Ashish: "Pressure hi toh unhe todega, bhai. Jab woh dekhengi ki hum dono normal hain... toh unka darr kam hoga. Aur table ke neeche... thoda footsie khelne ka maza hi kuch aur hoga."
Rohit: "Aur agar mauka mila?"
Ashish: "Agar mauka mila... toh kitchen mein, ya washroom ke bahar... ek quick touch. Ek kiss. Bas unhe yaad dilana hai ki woh ab sirf 'Patniyan' nahi hain... woh humari 'Rakhail' banne ke raste pe hain."
Rohit ne apna glass uthaya.
"Done. This weekend. Dinner at your place."
"Geeti ko main taiyaar karunga... usse wahi saree pehnaunga jo tujhe pasand aayi thi."
Ashish ne wink kiya. "Aur main Pranali ko bolunga ki Rohit aa raha hai... special khana banaye. Uski khidmat kare."
Dono dost uth gaye. Bill pay kiya.
Bahar nikalte waqt Rohit ne kaha, "Bhai, ek baat bolun?"
"Bol."
"Dost toh hum pehle bhi the... par ab hum bhai ban gaye hain. Ek hi hole ke bhai."
Ashish ne thahaka lagaya. "Chalo, ghar jaate hain. Apni apni biwiyon ko thoda aur mentally torture karte hain."




Rohit ghar aaya toh mahual thoda shaant tha. Geeti TV dekh rahi thi, par uska dhyaan screen par nahi tha. Woh abhi bhi apne khayalon mein gum thi — Ashish ka touch aur Rohit ki maujoodgi ke beech ka conflict use khaaye ja raha tha.
Rohit ne sofa pe baithte hue casually kaha, "Geeti, kal shaam ko free rehna. Ashish ne dinner pe bulaya hai."
Geeti ka shareer ekdum se stiff ho gaya. Usne remote tight pakad liya.
"Ashish ke ghar?" usne dabi hui awaaz mein pucha. "Kal? Rohit... mera mood thoda theek nahi hai. Sir mein dard hai. Hum cancel nahi kar sakte?"
Rohit ne uski taraf dekha — gaur se. Usse pata tha yeh sir dard nahi, Ashish ka darr hai.
"Cancel?" Rohit ne thoda irritation dikhate hue kaha. "Geeti, woh mera best friend hai. Itne time baad mil rahe hain dhang se. Aur waise bhi, Pranali bhi hogi. Tumhe change milega. Please, mana mat karo. Maine haan bol diya hai."
Geeti ke paas naa bolne ki himmat nahi thi. Agar woh zyada mana karti, toh Rohit ko shak ho sakta tha (aisa woh sochti thi).
"Theek hai..." usne haami bhar di, par dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Ashish ka saamna kaise karungi?
Sunday Evening: Rohit and Geeti
Shaam ke 7 baj rahe the. Rohit ready ho chuka tha — crisp blue shirt aur grey trousers mein, looking sharp and dominant.
Woh bedroom mein aaya toh dekha Geeti ready ho rahi hai.
Usne ek simple si cream colour ki cotton salwar kameez pehni thi. Dupatta achi tarah se pin kiya hua tha, chest cover karte hue. Makeup minimal tha. Woh clearly chupna chahti thi. Woh nahi chahti thi ki Ashish usse uss nazar se dekhe.
Rohit ne use upar se neeche tak dekha aur frown kiya.
"Yeh kya pehna hai, Geeti?"
Geeti confuse ho gayi. "Kyu? Acha nahi hai? Simple hai, comfortable hai..."
Rohit ne sar na mein hilaya. Woh wardrobe ki taraf gaya. Usne hanger se ek Black Net Saree nikali — jisme silver sequins ka kaam tha. Yeh saree Geeti ne sirf ek baar pehni thi, kyunki use yeh 'zyada bold' lagti thi.
"Yeh pehno," Rohit ne saree bed pe phenk di.
Geeti ki aankhen phati reh gayi. "Rohit? Yeh wali? Yeh bohot... transparent hai. Aur iska blouse... uska gala bohot deep hai. Ashish ke ghar ja rahe hain, koi party mein nahi."
Rohit uske paas aaya, awaaz thodi strict karte hue.
"Toh kya hua agar Ashish ke ghar ja rahe hain? Meri biwi khubsurat hai, toh dikhni bhi chahiye. Tum aajkal bohot dull ban ke reh rahi ho."
"Par Rohit..."
Rohit ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur apna trump card khela (guilt trap).
"Geeti, tum Ashish se itna ghabra kyun rahi ho? Aisa behave kar rahi ho jaise wahan kuch galat hone wala hai. Ya... kuch chupa rahi ho?"
Yeh sunte hi Geeti ka chehra safed pad gaya. Usse laga Rohit ko kuch shak ho gaya hai. Apne aap ko normal dikhane ke liye, uske paas koi raasta nahi bacha tha.
"N-nahi... aisa kuch nahi hai," Geeti ne jaldi se kaha. "Theek hai... main pehenti hoon. Agar tumhe pasand hai toh."
Rohit muskuraaya. "Good girl. Jao change karo. I want you to look hot."
15 Minute Baad:
Geeti bathroom se bahar aayi, aur Rohit ki saansein atak gayi. Ashish ne sahi kaha tha — Geeti ko bold kapdon mein dekhna ek alag nasha tha.
The Look:
 * Saree: Gehre kaale rang ki (Jet Black) net saree thi. Kapda itna bareek (sheer) tha ki uski kamar ka gora rang saaf chamak raha tha. Navel ke neeche saree ka fall perfect tha, jo uske hips ke curve ko ubhaar raha tha.
 * Blouse: Sleeveless, black velvet blouse. Neckline deep 'U' shape mein thi, jisse uska cleavage kaafi hadd tak expose ho raha tha. Mangalsutra uske gore seene pe kaale blouse ke contrast mein alag hi chamak raha tha.
 * Back: Jab woh palti mirror dekhne ke liye, toh Rohit ne dekha blouse backless dori wala tha. Uski poori nangi peeth (bare back) display pe thi, jahan kuch din pehle Ashish ke haath the.
Geeti uncomfortable thi. Woh baar baar pallu adjust kar rahi thi taaki cleavage dhak sake.



Rohit peeche se aaya. Usne uska haath pakad ke pallu ko wapas side mein gira diya, sirf shoulder pe pin rehne diya.
"Dhakko mat," Rohit ne uske kaan mein kaha. "Aaj raat tum sabse alag dikhni chahiye."
Usne Geeti ke baalon mein gajra lagaya.
"Chalo... Ashish wait kar raha hoga."
Geeti ka dil darr se, aur Rohit ke is naye roop se, zor se dhadak raha tha. Woh ek saji hui thali ki tarah Ashish ke ghar ja rahi thi.
Sunday Evening: Ashish and Pranali
Dusri taraf, Ashish ke ghar mein sannata tha.
Pichle do din se Ashish ne Pranali ko poori tarah ignore kiya hua tha. Na dhang se baat, na touch, na koi smile. Jab bhi Pranali paas aati, woh laptop mein ghus jaata ya phone pe baat karne lagta.
Pranali guilt mein thi. Use lag raha tha ki shayad uske chehre pe likha hai ki usne Rohit ke saath kya kiya hai. Woh desperate thi Ashish ke attention ke liye. Woh chahti thi ki uska pati usse dekhe, usse pyaar kare, taaki woh Rohit wali galti bhula sake.
Ashish living room mein baitha news dekh raha tha jab Pranali aayi.
"Ashish... main kya pehnu?" Pranali ne dheere se pucha.
Ashish ne TV se nazar hataye bina kaha, "Kuch bhi pehen lo. Kya farak padta hai?"
Pranali ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Tumhe koi farak nahi padta main kaisi dikhti hoon?"
Ashish ne thandi nazron se usse dekha. "Pranali, main thaka hua hoon. Please drama mat karo. Rohit aur Geeti aa rahe hain, bas ready ho jao."
Ashish ka yeh cold shoulder Pranali ke liye unbearable tha. Uske andar ek zid jaag gayi.
"Agar tum mujhe nahi dekhoge... toh main aisi banungi ki tumhe dekhna hi padega. Main tumhe dikhaungi ki main kya hoon."
Confusion aur desperation mein, Pranali ne wardrobe khola. Usne socha woh Ashish ko jealous feel karwayegi, ya impress karegi. Par anjaane mein... woh Rohit ke liye taiyaar ho rahi thi.
30 Minute Baad:
Pranali ready hokar hall mein aayi. Ashish ne usse dekha, aur mann hi mann smirk kiya. Plan kaam kar gaya.
The Look:
 * Dress: Pranali ne saree nahi pehni thi. Usne ek Maroon Bodycon Midi Dress pehni thi. Dress ka fabric stretchable tha jo uske curves — especially uske bum aur thighs — ko second skin ki tarah chipka hua tha.
 * Neckline: Dress ka gala kaafi broad aur deep tha, off-shoulder style mein. Uske collarbones aur shoulders poore open the. Jab woh saans leti, toh uska cleavage heaving karta hua dikhta tha.
 * Makeup: Usne dark maroon lipstick lagayi thi (jo Rohit ko us din pasand aayi thi), aur aankhon mein heavy kajal.
 * Vibe: Woh 'Dr. Pranali' nahi lag rahi thi. Woh ek high-class escort jaisi glamorous aur seductive lag rahi thi.


Pranali aakar Ashish ke saamne khadi ho gayi, expecting a compliment.
"Kaisi lag rahi hoon?"
Ashish ne upar se neeche tak dekha. Usne taarif nahi ki, bas ek dirty look di.
"Hmm. Kaafi... open hai. Rohit khush hoga dekh ke."
Pranali shock reh gayi. "Rohit? Main tumhare liye pehen ke aayi hoon!"
Ashish khada hua, apna phone jeb mein rakha aur bina kuch bole darwaze ki taraf badha.
"Chalo, bell bajne wali hai."
Pranali wahan khadi reh gayi — insulted aur confused. Uska dil kar raha tha ki change kar le, par ab time nahi tha.
Aur tabhi... Ding Dong.
Doorbell baji.
Pranali ne ek gehri saans li, apni dress ko neeche kheench ke adjust kiya, aur apne chehre pe ek fake smile chipka li.
Darwaze ke us paar Rohit aur Geeti the.
The Stage Was Set.
Ek taraf Geeti — black transparent saree mein, sharam aur darr se bhari hui, lekin behadd sexy.
Dusri taraf Pranali — tight maroon dress mein, gusse aur desperation mein, ready to be noticed.
Ashish ne darwaza khola.
"Welcome guys..."
Rohit ne andar kadam rakha, aur pehli cheez jo usne dekhi... woh thi Pranali ki tight dress aur uski maroon lipstick.
Aur Ashish ki nazrein seedhi gayi Geeti ki nangi peeth aur black net saree par.
Game ka agla level shuru ho chuka tha.

Living room mein ek ajeeb si shanti aur shor dono ek saath the. Shanti un lafzon ki jo kahe nahi jaa rahe the, aur shor un dhadkano ka jo kapdon ke andar gunj rahi thi.
Ashish ne darwaza khola tha, aur charon ek dusre ke saamne the.
The First Look
Rohit ne kadam andar rakha, aur uski nazrein seedhi Pranali pe jaakar atak gayi. Maroon dress mein woh kisi toofan se kam nahi lag rahi thi. Uski tight dress uske curves ko aise pakde hue thi jaise Rohit ke haath us raat pakde hue the.
Rohit ne halki si smile di—ek aisi smile jo sirf Pranali samajh sakti thi.
"Tasty..." usne bina bole keh diya.
Dusri taraf, Ashish ki aankhen Geeti par thi.
Geeti kaali net ki saree mein, sir jhukaye khadi thi. Lekin Ashish uski aankhen nahi, uski nangi peeth (bare back) aur deep neck blouse dekh raha tha.
"Welcome," Ashish ne bhari awaaz mein kaha. "Geeti... aaj toh tumne andhera hi kar diya. You look... stunning."
Geeti ka chehra sharam aur darr se laal ho gaya. Usne Rohit ka haath kas ke pakad liya.
"Thank you," usne mushkil se whisper kiya.
The Living Room Setup
Charon sofa par settle hue. Ek taraf Ashish aur Pranali, dusri taraf Rohit aur Geeti.
Ashish ne bar counter ki taraf ishara kiya. "So, what's the poison for tonight? Whiskey? Wine?"
Rohit ne pair failaate hue kaha, "Mere liye Whiskey. On the rocks."
Pranali ne Ashish ki taraf dekha, expecting him to ask her. Par Ashish ne use ignore kiya aur Geeti ki taraf muda.
"Geeti? Tumhare liye kya banaun? Vodka with lime?"
Geeti hadbada gayi. "Nahi... nahi Ashish, main drink nahi karti. Tumhe pata hai. Main bas juice ya pani..."
Rohit ne turant baat kaati, apna haath Geeti ke kandhe par rakhte hue—wahi kandha jahan saree ka pallu mushkil se tika tha.
"Arre Geeti, aaj party hai. Kab tak boring ban ke rahogi? Ashish, iske liye ek light Vodka bana. Meri taraf se."
Geeti ne Rohit ko dekha, aankhon mein plea thi—Please mat karo.
Par Rohit ki aankhon mein ek command tha. Piyo.
"Theek hai... bas thoda sa," Geeti ne haar maan li.
Ashish ne drinks banayi. Jab woh Geeti ko glass dene aaya, toh uski ungliyaan Geeti ki ungliyon se touch hui. Ek current sa daud gaya Geeti ke jism mein. Yeh wahi haath the jinhone usse chua tha, masla tha. Aur ab... uska pati bagal mein baitha muskura raha tha.
The Game: Truth, Dare, or Drink
Do round drinks ke baad, mahual thoda heavy ho gaya tha. Alcohol ne Geeti ke gaalon pe gulabi rang aur dimaag mein thodi dhund la di thi. Pranali, jo Ashish ke ignore karne se frustrated thi, usne already do glass khatam kar liye the aur ab woh thodi loose ho chuki thi.
Ashish: "Chalo, ek game khelte hain. Bore ho rahe hain. 'Never Have I Ever'. Jo jhooth bolega, usse drink leni padegi."
Rohit ne smirk kiya. "Done."
Game shuru hua.
Ashish ne pehla bomb foda.
"Never have I ever... fantasized about someone else while being with my partner."
Sannaata chaa gaya.
Ashish ne aankh maarte hue apna glass uthaya aur sip liya. "Main toh honest hoon."
Rohit ne bhi hanste hue sip liya. "Insan hoon bhai, chalta hai."
Ab baari thi biwiyon ki.
Pranali ne Rohit ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein us hotel room ki yaad thi. Usne chupchap apna glass uthaya aur ghoont bhar liya.
Ashish ne yeh dekha, aur smile kiya.
Ab sabki nazrein Geeti par thi.
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Uske dimaag mein Ashish ka chehra tha—jab woh Rohit ke saath bistar pe hoti thi, toh aksar Ashish ka khayal aata tha.
Kya woh Rohit ke saamne yeh maan le?
Rohit ne uske kaan mein whisper kiya, "Pee lo Geeti... main bura nahi maanunga."
Geeti ne kaanpte haathon se glass uthaya aur poora drink ek baar mein gatak gayi.
Ashish ne table pe glass rakha.
"Lagta hai hum charon mein kaafi raaz chupe hain."



The Dance: Forbidden Rhythm
Music system par ek slow, sensual instrumental song bajne laga. Lights dim kar di gayi thi.
"Dance?" Rohit ne khade hokar pucha.
Lekin usne Geeti ko nahi... Pranali ki taraf haath badhaya.
"May I?"
Pranali ne Ashish ko dekha. Ashish phone mein dekh raha tha. Gusse mein, Pranali ne Rohit ka haath thaam liya.
"Sure."
Ashish ab akela bacha tha... Geeti ke saath.
Woh utha, aur Geeti ke paas gaya.
"May I have the honor, Mrs. Sharma?"
Geeti mana karna chahti thi, par Rohit aur Pranali already floor pe the.
Usne apna haath Ashish ke haath mein diya.
On the Dance Floor:
Rohit ne Pranali ki kamar pakdi—tightly. Uska haath uski tight dress ke upar se uske curves ko feel kar raha tha.
"Tum aaj aag lag rahi ho," Rohit ne whisper kiya. "Woh dress... mera control tod rahi hai."
Pranali ne apna chehra uske kandhe ke paas kiya.
"Tumhara dost toh mujhe dekh bhi nahi raha... sirf tum ho jo notice kar rahe ho."
Rohit ne usse apne aur kareeb khincha, uska hard lower body Pranali ke pet se halka sa touch hua.
"Main sirf notice nahi kar raha... main yaad kar raha hoon. Kaise tumhare ye curves mere haathon mein the."
Pranali ki saans atak gayi. Yahan? Sabke saamne?


Ashish ne Geeti ki kamar nahi pakdi. Usne apna haath seedha uski nangi peeth (bare back) par rakha.
Skin on Skin.
Geeti kaanp gayi. Usne Rohit ko dhoondhne ki koshish ki, par Rohit Pranali mein busy tha.
"Darr lag raha hai?" Ashish ne uske kaan mein pucha.
"Ashish... please... Rohit dekh lega," Geeti ne minnat ki.
"Dekhne do," Ashish ne uska haath apne kandhe par rakha aur use apne seene se chipka liya.
Geeti ka mangalsutra Ashish ki shirt se dab gaya.
"Yaad hai Geeti?" Ashish ne ungli se uski peeth par wahi stroke kiya jo usne massage ke waqt kiya tha. "Tumhara jism mere haathon ko pehchanta hai."
Geeti ki aankhen band ho gayi. Alcohol aur Ashish ki khushboo ne uska dimaag sunn kar diya tha.
"Tum galat kar rahe ho..." Geeti ne kaha, par uski body Ashish ki taraf melt ho rahi thi.
"Galat toh tab hoga jab main tumhe yahin kiss kar loon..." Ashish ne tease kiya.
Dance floor par ab partners badal gaye the—mentally.
Rohit Pranali ke saath physical ho raha tha, aur Ashish Geeti ke dimaag ke saath khel raha tha.
The Kitchen Incident: The Edge
Dance khatam hua toh sab saansein le rahe the.
"Main... main pani lekar aati hoon," Geeti ne bahana banaya aur kitchen ki taraf bhaagi. Woh us intense atmosphere se bachna chahti thi.
Woh kitchen mein aayi, counter pakad ke lambi saansein lene lagi.
"Control Geeti... Control. Rohit yahin hai."
Tabhi peeche se kadmon ki aahat aayi.
Usne socha Rohit hoga.
"Rohit, mujhe ghar jaana..."
Woh palti.
Woh Rohit nahi tha. Ashish tha.
Ashish ne kitchen ka door halka sa close kiya (lock nahi).
Woh seedha Geeti ke paas aaya aur use counter aur apne beech mein block kar diya.
"Bhaag kyun rahi ho?"
Geeti: "Ashish... please hato. Koi aa jayega."
Ashish: "Aane do. Waise bhi... tumne ye saree kiske liye pehni hai? Rohit ke liye? Mujhe nahi lagta."
Usne apna haath badhaya aur Geeti ke blouse ke deep neck ke paas le gaya.
Wahi jagah jahan bite mark tha.
Geeti ki saansein tez thi.
"Mat chuo..."
Ashish ne us bite mark pe apna angutha ragada.
"Mera nishaan abhi bhi hai. Dard hota hai?"
Geeti ka poora shareer weak pad gaya. Alcohol ki wajah se uski resistance khatam ho chuki thi.
"H-haan..." usne whisper kiya.
Ashish muskuraaya.
"Good."
Usne jhuk kar Geeti ki gardan (neck) pe ek halka sa kiss kiya—bas ek feather touch.
Aur phir Geeti ke kaan mein bola:
"Aaj raat jab Rohit tumhe chuu raha hoga... toh sochna ki main hoon. Jaise us raat socha tha."
Bahar se Rohit ki awaaz aayi: "Ashish? Kahan reh gaye bhai? Drinks khatam ho gayi!"
Ashish turant peeche hata. Chehre pe wahi purani friendly smile aa gayi.
"Aa raha hoon!"
Usne Geeti ko aankh maari aur bahar chala gaya.
Geeti wahan khadi reh gayi... apne gale par haath rakhe hue, jahan Ashish ke lips lage the.
Uski panties gili ho chuki thi.
Aur sabse bada darr yeh tha—ki use Rohit se zyada Ashish ke wapas aane ka intezaar tha.

Jab sab dinner table par baithe, toh mahual badal chuka tha.
Rohit aur Ashish ek dusre ko dekh kar smirk kar rahe the.
Pranali ab Rohit ko chori-chori dekh rahi thi, table ke neeche apne pair se Rohit ke pair ko halka sa touch kar rahi thi. (Desperation aur nasha).
Aur Geeti... Geeti bas Ashish ki plate dekh rahi thi, aur soch rahi thi ki kaise uski life ek 'Dinner' se 'Disaster' aur 'Desire' ke beech mein fans gayi hai.
Rohit ne apna glass uthaya.
"To friendship... and sharing everything."
Ashish ne Geeti ki aankhon mein dekhte hue glass uthaya.
"Yes... sharing is caring."
Geeti aur Pranali ne apne apne glass uthaye... haath kaanp rahe the, par nasha chad chuka tha.
Raat abhi shuru hui thi.

Dinner table par baatein chal rahi thi, lekin glass khaali ho chuke the. Rohit, jo ab tak Pranali ke saath aankhon hi aankhon mein khel raha tha, achanak glass table par rakhte hue bola.
"Yaar Ashish, ice khatam ho gayi hai. Aur soda bhi bas last sip bacha hai."
Ashish, jo Geeti ko lagataar ghoor raha tha, apni chair se utha. "Koi nahi, main neeche shop se le aata hoon. 5 minute lagenge."
Rohit ne turant Geeti ki taraf dekha. Geeti abhi thodi hosh mein thi, jabki Pranali kaafi high ho chuki thi aur sofa pe leti hui thi.
"Ashish akela jayega toh haath bhare honge," Rohit ne Geeti ke kandhe par haath rakha. "Geeti, tum chali jao saath mein. Thoda help ho jayegi, aur waise bhi... tumhe thodi fresh air ki zarurat hai. Tumhara chehra laal ho raha hai."
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadka. Ashish ke saath akele? Neeche?
Usne Rohit ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahan koi shaq nahi tha, bas ek bharosa tha... ya shayad ek order.
"H-haan... theek hai," Geeti ne dheere se kaha aur uth gayi.
Pranali ne nashe mein haath hilaya, "Jaldi aana... party abhi baaki hai!"
The Walk Down: Teasing the flame
Lift ka darwaza band hua, aur us chhote se metal box mein sirf Ashish aur Geeti the.
Geeti ne apne aap ko corner mein simat liya, apni black net saree ka pallu adjust karte hue. Uski nangi peeth (bare back) lift ke thande mirror se halki si touch ho rahi thi, jisse uske jism mein thari si daud gayi.
Ashish ne mirror mein Geeti ki reflection dekhi.
"Rohit sahi keh raha tha..." Ashish ne deep voice mein kaha, bina Geeti ki taraf mude.
Geeti ne sharmate hue pucha, "Kya?"
Ashish ghum kar uske saamne aa gaya.
"Tumhe fresh air ki nahi... meri zarurat thi."
Geeti ka chehra tamtama gaya. Usne nazrein jhuka li, par uske honthon pe ek halki si muskaan aa gayi—woh muskaan jo guilty thi, par rok nahi paayi.
"Tum bohot... bure ho, Ashish. Wahan upar Rohit hai, Pranali hai... aur tum yahan bhi shuru ho gaye."
Ashish ne ek step aage liya. Lift ground floor pe pahunchne wali thi.
"Bure toh hum dono hain, Geeti. Tumne mana kyun nahi kiya aane se? Tum chahti thi na mere saath akele hona?"
Geeti ne jawaab nahi diya, bas apne neeche waley honth ko daanton tale daba liya. Yeh ek 'Haan' tha.
The Dark Corner: Wall Against The Wall
Building ke neeche, parking lot ke paas sannata tha. Thodi door par watchman tha, lekin Ashish ne Geeti ko building ke side wale andhere hisse (blind spot) ki taraf lead kiya, jahan unki gaadi khadi thi.
"Samaan toh shop se lena hai na?" Geeti ne pucha, jab Ashish ne rasta badal diya.
"Samaan baad mein..." Ashish ne uska haath pakda aur ek jhatke se use deeewar (wall) se laga diya.
Geeti ki peeth thandi deewar se takraayi. Uske munh se ek "Ah!" nikla, lekin Ashish ne turant apna haath uske munh ke paas rakh diya.
"Shh... koi sun lega."
Geeti ki saansein tez ho gayi thi. Ashish ka poora shareer uske shareer se sata hua tha. Uski chhatii Geeti ke ubhre hue seene ko daba rahi thi.
"Ashish... Rohit wait kar raha hai..." Geeti ne kamzor si virodh (protest) ki, lekin uske haath Ashish ke chest par the, use dhakka nahi de rahe the, balki uski shirt ko pakad rahe the.
Ashish ne smirk kiya. "Rohit wait kar sakta hai. Lekin main nahi."
Usne apna chehra jhukaya. Geeti ki aankhen apne aap band ho gayi.
Pehle usne Geeti ki gardan par wahi bite mark ko sunga, phir wahan ek gila kiss kiya. Geeti ne apna sar peeche phenk diya, uska throat expose ho gaya.
"Tumhe pata hai tum is black saree mein kya lag rahi ho?" Ashish ne whisper kiya. "Ek tohfa... jo sirf khulne ka intezaar kar raha hai."
Aur phir, bina koi warning diye, Ashish ne Geeti ke honthon ko apne honthon mein qaid kar liya.
The Kiss: Wet, Wild, & Guilty
Yeh kiss soft nahi tha. Yeh bhookha tha.
Ashish ne Geeti ke neeche wale honth ko mooh mein lekar chusa, phir apni jeebh (tongue) uske mooh ke andar daal di.
Geeti pehle ek second ke liye stiff hui—Rohit ka khayal aaya—lekin Ashish ki jeebh ka taste aur uski pakad ne usse pighla diya.
Geeti ne apna mooh khol diya.
Dono ki jeebhein ek dusre se ladne lagi. Saliva (Laar) exchange ho rahi thi. Geeti ne pehli baar itni intensity se kiss kiya tha. Woh halki halki moans kar rahi thi—"Mmmh... Ashish..."—jo Ashish ke mooh mein hi dab gayi.
Ashish ka ek haath Geeti ki kamar par tha, jo saree ke through uski skin ko masal raha tha.
Dusra haath upar gaya... aur usne Geeti ke blouse ke upar se uske breast ko poori taqat se dabaya.
Velvet blouse ke andar Geeti ka nipple ekdum hard ho gaya. Ashish ki ungliyaan uske boob ko squeeze kar rahi thi, shape bigaad rahi thi. Geeti ne apni taangein (legs) thodi close kar li, kyunki uski panties mein baadh aa chuki thi.
Woh deewar se aur chipak gayi, Ashish ko apne upar aur kheench liya.
Is pal mein... woh bhool gayi thi ki upar uska pati hai. Woh bhool gayi thi ki yeh galat hai.
Use bas yeh ganda, chori-chupa maza chahiye tha.
Ashish ne kiss toda, dono haanf rahe the. Unke honthon ke beech ek saliva ki taar (string) judi hui thi jo toot gayi.
Ashish ne Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha—jo ab nashiili aur surrender se bhari thi.
"Tasty..." Ashish ne ungli se Geeti ke gile honth ponche aur wohi ungli apne mooh mein le li.
Geeti ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne sharam aur excitement mein apna chehra chupa liya.
"Humein... humein jaana chahiye. Please."
Ashish ne muskura kar uske baal theek kiye.
"Chalo. Lekin yaad rakhna Geeti... tumhari lipstick abhi mere mooh par hai. Aur mera taste tumhare mooh mein."
Going Back Up: The Secret Walk
Unhone jaldi se shop se soda aur ice li.
Jab woh wapas lift mein aaye, toh Geeti mirror mein apne aap ko dekh rahi thi.
Uski lipstick thodi faili hui thi (smudged), jise usne jaldi se tissue se theek kiya. Blouse thoda tedha ho gaya tha, use adjust kiya.
Par uski aankhon mein jo chamak thi... woh chupayi nahi ja sakti thi.
Ashish ne lift ka button dabaya aur Geeti ke kaan mein dheere se kaha:
"Upar jaake Rohit ko dekhna... aur sochna ki abhi kiske honth tumhare honthon par the."
Lift ka darwaza khula.
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li, chehre pe ek jhoothi normal smile chipkayi, aur wapas us room mein kadam rakha jahan uska pati uska intezaar kar raha tha—anjaan (ya shayad sab jaanta hua).
Game ab aur bhi khatarnaak mod le chuka tha.



Darwaza band hone ki awaaz ke saath hi living room mein ek bhaari sannata chhaa gaya. Ashish aur Geeti neeche gaye the, aur upar... Rohit aur Pranali akele the.
Pranali sofa par leti hui thi, ek haath mein khaali glass pakde hue. Uski aankhen nashiili thi, kajal thoda faila hua tha, aur maroon dress uske curves par kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipki hui thi. Alcohol ka nasha aur Ashish ki ignorancy ne uske andar ek toofan khada kar diya tha.
Rohit, jo ab tak door ke paas khada tha, dheere se mudda aur shikaari ki tarah chalta hua sofa ke paas aaya.
Pranali ne glass table par patka aur badbadayi, "Woh mujhe dekhta bhi nahi hai... usse lagta hai main furniture hoon is ghar ka. Saja ke rakha hai, par kabhi chhuo mat."
Rohit ne sofa ke edge par baithte hue, Pranali ke bikhre hue baalon ko uske chehre se hataya.
"Woh andha hai, Pranali," Rohit ne heavy voice mein kaha. "Koi pagal hi hoga jo tum jaisi aurat ko ignore karega. Main toh jab se aaya hoon... meri nazrein tumhare is dress se hat hi nahi rahi."
Pranali ne Rohit ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein gussa tha, par usse zyada ek craving thi—kisi ke dwara chaahe jaane ki bhookh.
"Tum... tum bohot bure ho, Rohit," Pranali ne nashe mein ladkhadati awaaz mein kaha. "Tum mere pati ke dost ho... aur tum mujhe aise dekh rahe ho jaise..."
Rohit jhuka, uska chehra Pranali ke chehre ke bilkul kareeb tha.
"...Jaise main tumhe khana chahta hoon?"
Pranali ki saansein atak gayi. Usne naa nahi kaha. Usne bas apni aankhen band kar li aur apna chehra thoda upar utha diya—ek silent invitation.
The Explosion of Passion
Rohit ne bina waqt ganwaye apne honth Pranali ke honthon par rakh diye.
Yeh kiss shuruwat mein soft nahi tha—yeh gusse aur passion ka mix tha. Pranali ne turant respond kiya. Usne apne dono haath Rohit ke gale mein daal diye aur use neeche kheench liya.
"Mmhmmm..."
Dono ke beech ek jung shuru ho gayi. Pranali apna sara frustration us kiss mein nikaal rahi thi. Woh Rohit ke honthon ko kaat rahi thi, chus rahi thi.
Rohit ne apni jeebh (tongue) uske mooh ke andar daal di, aur Pranali ne apni jeebh se uska swagat kiya.
Saliva exchange ho raha tha, gile sounds room ki shanti ko tod rahe the.
Rohit ka haath Pranali ki gardan se neeche gaya, uske shoulder se hota hua... seedha uske boobs par.
Us maroon dress ka gala kaafi deep tha, aur Rohit ka haath aasani se uske naram maans (flesh) ko dhoondh laya.
Pranali ne ek zor ki saans li jab Rohit ne uske breast ko poore panje se pakad kar squeeze (press) kiya.
"Ahhh... Rohit..."
"Bolo..." Rohit ne kiss tod kar uske honthon ke bilkul paas whisper kiya. "Kaisa lag raha hai? Ashish karta hai aise?"
Pranali ki aankhen aansuon aur hawas se bhari thi.
"Nahi... woh nahi karta... woh mujhe chuta bhi nahi hai..." Pranali ne rote hue, par moaning tone mein kaha. "Main cheat kar rahi hoon... main Ashish ko dhokha de rahi hoon... I am a bad wife..."
Rohit ne uske doosre boob ko bhi dabaya, uska angutha dress ke upar se hi nipple ko ragad raha tha.
"Tum bad wife nahi ho... tum bas ek aurat ho jise pyar chahiye. Aur agar woh nahi dega... toh main dunga."
Pranali ne Rohit ka sar pakad kar wapas apne honthon par kheench liya.
"Mujhe chahiye... Rohit, please... mujhe yeh chahiye. I want this."
Ab kiss aur gehra ho gaya tha. Rohit poori tarah Pranali ke upar jhuka hua tha. Pranali ki taangein (legs) jo sofa se neeche thi, ab Rohit ki kamar ke aas paas lapetne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Uski tight dress upar chadh gayi thi, uski smooth thighs expose ho gayi thi.
Rohit ka haath uski thighs par gaya, skin ko feel karte hue upar badha.
Pranali pagal ho rahi thi. Usne Rohit ki shirt ko kheenchna shuru kar diya.
"Tumhe hotel mein choda tha... yaad hai?" Rohit ne uske kaan mein kaata.
"Haan... haan yaad hai... sab yaad hai..." Pranali ne haanfte hue kaha.
Rohit ne wapas uske mooh ko capture kiya—ek deep, tongue-to-tongue smooch. Pranali ka lipstick Rohit ke mooh par fail gaya tha. Woh poori tarah Rohit ke control mein thi, guilt ke bawajood woh us pal mein sirf aur sirf maza le rahi thi.
The Interruption
Unka passion apne peak par tha. Rohit ka haath bas uski panties ke andar jaane hi wala tha ki tabhi—
KHAT-KHAT... CLICK.
Darwaze ke lock mein chabi ghumne ki awaaz aayi.
Dono ko jaise current laga.
Rohit ek jhatke se peeche hata. Pranali ghabrahat mein uth kar baith gayi.
Usne jaldi se apni dress neeche kheenchi jo thighs tak chadh gayi thi. Apne baal theek kiye. Rohit ne jaldi se apni shirt adjust ki aur sofa ke doosre kone mein jaakar baith gaya, apna phone nikaal liya jaise kuch check kar raha ho.
Pranali ka dil gale mein atak gaya tha. Usne jaldi se tissue se apne faili hui lipstick ko saaf kiya, par uske honth abhi bhi laal aur सूजे (swollen) the.



Darwaza khula.
Ashish aur Geeti andar aaye.
Ashish ke haath mein soda bottles thi, aur Geeti... Geeti ka chehra thoda flushed tha, baal thode bikhre hue the (jo lift mein hue the), aur woh nazrein chura rahi thi.
Ashish ne ek nazar Rohit par daali, phir Pranali par.
Pranali ki saansein abhi bhi tez thi, aur Rohit ke chehre par ek shaitani sukoon tha.
Ashish samajh gaya.
Usne ek halki si smile di—woh smile jo kehti thi: "Plan kaam kar raha hai."
"Aa gaye hum," Ashish ne normal tone mein kaha. "Soda mil gaya."
Rohit ne sar uthaya, aankhon mein ek chamak thi.
"Great. Yahan toh hum... bas baatein hi kar rahe the. Intezaar kar rahe the."
Pranali ne Ashish ki taraf dekha, darr tha ki kahin woh pakad na le. Par Ashish ne usse ignore kiya aur seedha kitchen ki taraf badh gaya.
Geeti chupchaap aakar Rohit ke bagal mein baith gayi. Uski body se Ashish ki scent aa rahi thi, aur Rohit ki body se Pranali ki.
Charon wapas saath the. Par ab woh charon... gunehgaar (guilty) the.

Ashish kitchen se wapas aaya, haath mein soda aur ice ki tray thi. Usne tray table par rakhi aur ek gehri saans lete hue pure room ka jaayza liya.
Mahual mein ek ajeeb si bhaari hawa thi—woh hawa jo tab banti hai jab kamre mein char log hon, lekin raaz chaalis hon.
The Inspection (Nazron ka Khel)
Ashish ne sabse pehle apni biwi, Pranali, ki taraf dekha.
Pranali sofa ke kone mein simti hui thi, apni dress ki neckline baar-baar theek kar rahi thi. Lekin Ashish ki tez nazron ne woh dekh liya jo Pranali chupana chahti thi.
Uski lipstick faili hui (smudged) thi—sirf honthon par nahi, balki thodi si chin ke neeche bhi, jaise kisi ne wahan rough kiss kiya ho. Uske baal, jo shaam ko set the, ab thode uljhe hue the. Aur uski saansein abhi bhi normal nahi hui thi.
Ashish ne ek slow, wicked smile ke saath Rohit ki taraf dekha.
Rohit wahan baitha tha, relaxed, shirt ke upar ke do buttons khule hue, aur chehre par ek shaitani sukoon.
"Tune meri biwi ka mooh bigaad diya," Ashish ki aankhen keh rahi thi.
Dusri taraf, Rohit ne apna glass uthaya aur Geeti ko scan kiya.
Geeti abhi bhi haanf rahi thi. Uske gaal tamtamaye hue the (flushed). Uski black net saree ka pallu thoda tedha tha, aur sabse important—uske honth (lips).
Woh sooje hue (swollen) lag rahe the, jaise kisi ne unhe kaat-kaat kar laal kar diya ho.
Rohit ne Ashish ki taraf dekha aur apna glass hawa mein uthaya—ek silent toast.
"Aur tune meri biwi ke honthon ko chakh liya."
Dono mardon ke beech ek silent understanding thi. Bina ek shabd bole, unhone ek dusre ko badhai de di thi.
Mission Accomplished.
The Last Drink
"Chalo," Ashish ne bottle uthate hue kaha. "Ek aakhri drink banti hai. Is shaam ke naam."
Geeti ne mana karna chaha, "Nahi Ashish... mujhe chadh gayi hai. Aur nahi."
Ashish ne uski aankhon mein dekha—wahi aankhen jo kuch der pehle lift mein surrender kar chuki thi.
"Arre bhabhi, bas ek sip. Galti maaf karne ke liye aur nayi shuruwat ke liye."
'Galti' shabd sunte hi Geeti aur Pranali dono chonk gayi. Dono ko laga shayad unki chori pakdi gayi. Lekin Ashish aur Rohit bas muskura rahe the.
Charon ne glass takraye.
"Cheers."
Pranali ne ek hi saans mein apna drink khatam kiya, taaki woh Rohit ke saath hue us 'moment' ko bhula sake (ya shayad yaad rakh sake).
Rohit ne table ke neeche se apna pair aage badhaya aur Pranali ke pair ko halka sa touch kiya. Pranali ne turant pair peeche kheench liya, par uske chehre par darr ke saath ek thrill bhi tha.
The Departure (Vidaai)
Raat ke 11 baj chuke the. Jaane ka waqt ho gaya tha.
Rohit utha aur apni keys uthayi. "Chalo Geeti, late ho raha hai."
Geeti ladkhadati hui uthi. Uska sar ghoom raha tha—nashe se kam, aur Ashish ke kiss se zyada.
Darwaze par charon ikathhe hue.
Rohit ne Pranali ki taraf haath badhaya. "Goodnight, Pranali. Dinner... aur company... dono lajawab the."
Pranali ne hichkichate hue haath milaya. Rohit ne uske haath ko thoda zyada der tak aur thoda tight pakad ke rakha. Uski ungli ne Pranali ki hatheli (palm) mein ek halka sa scratch kiya.
Pranali ki aankhen badi ho gayi, par woh chup rahi.
"Goodnight, Rohit," usne dheere se kaha.
Dusri taraf, Ashish Geeti ke paas khada tha.
"Bye Geeti," Ashish ne kaha aur aage jhuka, jaise sirf formal hug ke liye.
Lekin jab woh paas aaya, toh usne Geeti ke kaan ke paas apna mooh le jaake sirf itna kaha:
"Lipstick theek kar lena ghar jaake... Rohit ko shaq ho jayega."
Geeti ka poora shareer thanda pad gaya. Usne darr ke maare Ashish ko dekha, jo bas ek innocent smile de raha tha.

Rohit aur Geeti car mein baithe. Sannata tha.
Rohit ne gadi start ki aur road par le aaya. Beech-beech mein woh Geeti ko dekh raha tha.
Geeti window se bahar dekh rahi thi, baar-baar apne honth saaf kar rahi thi, Ashish ki baat sunkar darr gayi thi.
"Maza aaya aaj?" Rohit ne achanak pucha.
Geeti hadbada gayi. "H-haan... theek tha."
Rohit ne apna haath Geeti ki thigh (jaangh) par rakha. Geeti uchhal padi.
"Kya hua?" Rohit ne pucha. "Darr kyun rahi ho? Pati hoon main tumhara."
"Kuch nahi... bas thak gayi hoon," Geeti ne bahana banaya.
Rohit ne smirk kiya. "Thak gayi ho? Ya Ashish ne neeche shop le jaate waqt zyada help le li tumse?"
Geeti ka dil ruk gaya. "Kya matlab?"
"Mazak kar raha hoon baba," Rohit hansa, par uski pakad Geeti ki thigh par tight ho gayi. "Waise tumhare honth kaafi sooj gaye hain. Lagta hai vodka kuch zyada hi strong thi."
Geeti ne kuch nahi bola. Woh bas dua kar rahi thi ki ghar jaldi aa jaye.
Par andar hi andar... usse Ashish ke wo 5 minute yaad aa rahe the. Aur sharam ke bawajood... woh gili ho rahi thi.
Back at Ashish's Home (Ashish & Pranali)
Darwaza band hote hi, Ashish ka chehra badal gaya. Woh friendly host se wapas cold husband ban gaya.
Pranali wahan khadi thi, abhi bhi us nashiile 'Rohit-effect' mein.
"Main... main sone ja rahi hoon," Pranali ne kaha.
Ashish ne usse roka nahi. Usne bas sofa par bikhre hue cushions ko dekha—jahan Rohit aur Pranali the.
Usne wahan gira hua ek tissue uthaya, jis par Pranali ki maroon lipstick lagi thi.
Ashish ne woh tissue uthakar Pranali ko dikhaya.
"Apna saboot chhod gayi thi tum, Pranali."
Pranali ki aankhen phati ki phati reh gayi.
"Woh... main..."
Ashish ne tissue dustbin mein phenka aur apne bedroom ki taraf chala gaya.
"Safai kar lena. Kal baat karenge."
Pranali wahi khadi reh gayi—guilt, darr aur excitement ke bhawar mein.
Aaj ki raat khatam hui thi.
Lekin The Swap ka asli khel abhi bas shuru hua tha.