Adultery Couple Ka shuffle

[Joker44]

Ghar ka darwaza khulte hi Geeti ladkhada gayi. Vodka ka nasha ab uske sar par poori tarah chadh chuka tha. Deewaron ki lines hil rahi thi, aur pairon ke neeche zameen ghoom rahi thi.
Rohit ne turant usse kamar se pakad liya. "Sambhal ke..."
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Rohit ki scent uske naak mein gayi, lekin uska dimaag abhi bhi us lift ki thandi hawa aur Ashish ki us junglee khushboo mein ataka hua tha.
"Main... main theek hoon. Bas thoda chakkar aa raha hai," Geeti ne apne maathe ko ragadte hue kaha.
Rohit ne koi jawaab nahi diya. Usne Geeti ko bedroom mein le jaakar bed ke edge par bithaya. Geeti ki black net saree ab thodi bikhri hui thi. Pallu gir gaya tha, aur uska deep neck velvet blouse uske gore ubhaar (curves) ko almost aadha dikha raha tha.
Rohit uske saamne ghutnon par baith gaya aur uske joote utaarne laga. Geeti use dekh rahi thi—apne pati ko, jo uski itni care kar raha tha. Par uski aankhon ke peeche, woh Ashish ke haathon ko yaad kar rahi thi jo kuch der pehle uski chhatii (chest) ko masal rahe the.

Rohit khada hua. Usne Geeti ka chehra apne haathon mein liya. Geeti ki aankhen nashiili thi, adkhuli.
Rohit ne jhuk kar usse kiss kiya. Yeh kiss soft shuru hua, par jaldi hi rough ho gaya. Rohit janna chahta tha ki Geeti kaise respond karegi. Geeti ne bhi respond kiya. Usne Rohit ke gale mein baahein daal di, aur usse apne paas kheench liya.
Par Geeti ke dimaag mein Rohit nahi tha. Woh aankhen band karke wahi lift wala scene replay kar rahi thi. Use lag raha tha ki yeh Ashish hai jo use ghar chhodne aaya hai aur ab use bed par le jaa raha hai.
Rohit ne kiss karte hue apna haath uski gardan par rakha—theek wahi jahan Ashish ne pehle kaata tha. Aur phir... Rohit ne jaan-boojh kar wahi bite mark par apne daant gadhaye aur zor se kaat (bite) liya.
Dard aur pleasure ka ek current Geeti ke poore shareer mein daud gaya.
"Ahhh... Ashish..."
Geeti ke mooh se woh naam nikal gaya. Zor se. Saaf. Ek dum hawas mein duba hua.

Naam nikalte hi Geeti ki aankhen phat gayi. Nasha jaise ek second ke liye hawa ho gaya. Rohit peeche hat gaya. Uska chehra shaant tha, par aankhen Geeti ko cheer rahi thi.
Room mein maut jaisa sannata tha.
Geeti kaanpne lagi. Usne apna mooh haath se dhak liya. "R-Rohit... main... woh... galti se..." Uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Mujhe maaf kar do... please... main pata nahi kya bol gayi... mera dimaag theek nahi hai..."
Woh umeed kar rahi thi ki Rohit chillayega, gussa karega, shayad thappad bhi maare.
Lekin Rohit ne aisa kuch nahi kiya. Usne ek gehri saans li, aur ek ajeeb si muskaan ke saath Geeti ke paas wapas baith gaya.



"Shhh... Shant ho jao, Geeti," Rohit ne uske kaanpte hue haathon ko apne haath mein liya.
Geeti shock mein thi. "Tum... tum gussa nahi ho?"
Rohit ne uski aankhon mein dekha. "Gussa? Kyun? Kyunki tumne sach bola?"
Geeti ki saansein atak gayi.
"Geeti... main andha nahi hoon," Rohit ne soft, hypnotic voice mein kaha. "Main dekh raha tha tum dono ko. Dinner pe... dance floor pe... aur jab tum neeche gayi thi. Tumhari aankhon mein woh nasha tha jo mere liye kabhi nahi hota."
Geeti rone lagi. "Rohit, main kasam khati hoon maine kuch galat nahi kiya..." (Jhooth, jo woh khud se bol rahi thi).
Rohit ne uske honthon pe ungli rakh di. "It's okay, Geeti. Relax. Insan hain hum... fantasy kisi ke baare mein bhi ho sakti hai. Ashish handsome hai, charming hai... tum attract ho gayi. Isme koi paap nahi hai."
Geeti confuse thi. Uska pati usse console kar raha hai ki woh dusre mard ke baare mein soche?
Rohit thoda aur kareeb aaya, uska haath Geeti ki thigh (jaangh) par gaya, saree ke upar se. "Main chahta hoon tum khush raho... tum satisfy raho. Agar Ashish ka khayal tumhe turn on karta hai... toh use roko mat."
"M-matlab?" Geeti ne haklaate hue pucha.
Rohit ne uske kaan ke paas whisper kiya. "Ek game khelte hain aaj. Roleplay."
Geeti ne sar hilaya. "Roleplay? Kya hota hai woh?"
Rohit: "Aaj raat... main Rohit nahi hoon." Usne Geeti ki saree ka pallu gira diya. "Socho ki main Rohit nahi... Ashish hoon."
Geeti jhatke se peeche hatti. "Nahi! Nahi Rohit... yeh galat hai. Yeh paap hai. Main aisa nahi kar sakti."
"Kyun nahi?" Rohit ne usse wapas kheencha, thoda sakhti se. "Hum pati-patni hain. Humare beech sab chalta hai. Agar tumhe Ashish chahiye... toh main Ashish ban jaunga. Tumhari fantasy poori ho jayegi, aur meri bhi."
Geeti ka dimaag ghoom raha tha. "Lekin... lekin..."
Rohit ne uski gardan ko pakda aur wahi bite mark par ungli feri. "Aankhen band karo, Geeti." (Order tha yeh).
Geeti ne darrte hue aankhen band ki.
"Ab socho..." Rohit ki awaaz heavy aur seductive ho gayi. "Tum lift mein ho... andhera hai... aur main tumhare paas aa raha hoon. Main Rohit nahi hoon... main wohi hoon jisne tumhe neeche chhua tha."
Rohit ne apna haath Geeti ke blouse ke andar daala aur uske nange breast ko pakad liya. "Bolo Geeti... kaun chhu raha hai tumhe?"
Geeti ka shareer akad gaya, phir dheere dheere pighalne laga. Alcohol, darr, aur chhupi hui hawas—sab mil gaye.
"Bolo..." Rohit ne nipple ko zor se pinch kiya.
Geeti ki saans toot gayi. "A-Ashish..." usne whisper kiya.
Rohit muskuraaya. "Good girl."


Rohit ne Geeti ko bed par lita diya. Geeti ki aankhen band thi. Rohit ne uske upar chadhte hue, apne tareeke badal diye. Woh ab soft Rohit ki tarah nahi, balki thoda rough, thoda dominant Ashish ki tarah behave kar raha tha.
"Tumhari saree..." Rohit ne (Ashish ki tone copy karte hue) kaha, "...bohot tang kar rahi hai."
Usne Geeti ki saree ko neeche se kheenchna shuru kiya. Geeti ke dimaag mein andhera tha. Us andhere mein, uske upar Rohit nahi, Ashish tha. Wahi khushboo, wahi touch.
Geeti ne apni taangein (legs) thodi khol di. Uski panty jo pehle se thodi gili thi, ab poori tarah se bheeg (soaked) chuki thi. Usse yakin nahi ho raha tha ki woh apne pati ke saath leti hai, par naam kisi aur ka le rahi hai... aur uska pati isse encourage kar raha hai.
"Ashish..." Geeti ne phir se moan kiya, apni peeth ko arch karte hue. "Tum... tum galat kar rahe ho..." (Ek weak protest).
Rohit ne uske kaan ko kaata. "Galat hi toh karna hai, Geeti. Tabhi toh maza aayega."
Usne Geeti ka haath pakad ke apne lund par rakha. "Dekho... main tumhare liye kitna hard hoon."
Geeti ne feel kiya. Woh Rohit ka lund tha... par us pal mein, uski fantasy mein, woh Ashish ka lund ban chuka tha.
Geeti ne ek gehri, gandi saans li. Uska guilt ab hawas ke neeche dab gaya tha. Usne apni ungliyaan Rohit ke baalon mein daali aur use neeche kheench liya.
"Mujhe le lo..." Geeti ne haanfte hue kaha, aankhen abhi bhi band thi. "...Ashish."
Rohit ke chehre par jeet ki muskaan thi. Usne apni patni ko share karna shuru kar diya tha... bina kisi teesre ke kamre mein hote hue bhi.
Ab bas use tootna baaki tha.




Room mein AC ki thandak thi, lekin bed par aag lagi hui thi.
Rohit ne Geeti ki taangein (legs) utha kar apne kandho par rakh li thi. Woh uske upar ek haavi jaanwar ki tarah jhuka hua tha. Geeti ki aankhen band thi, uska chehra paseene se bheega hua tha, aur uski black net saree ab kamar tak chadh chuki thi, ek gande, uljhe hue dher ki tarah.

Rohit ne bina kisi warning ke ek zor ka thrust maara—poora lund jad tak andar.
"Ahhhhhhh! Ashiiiiiish!"
Geeti ki cheekh nikal gayi. Dard aur maze ka ek aisa mix jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya tha. Rohit ne ruka nahi. Usne pace pakad liya. Thap! Thap! Thap!
Skin se skin takrane ki awaaz pure room mein gunj rahi thi. Rohit aaj pyaar nahi kar raha tha... woh chod raha tha. Bilkul waise jaise Ashish ne bataya tha. Rough. Wild. Bina kisi ethics ke.
"Kaun hai tere andar?" Rohit ne gurrate hue pucha, thrust karte hue.
Geeti ka sar pillow par idhar-udhar ghoom raha tha. Uski ungliyaan bedsheet ko nichod rahi thi. "T-Tum... Ahhh... Ashish... tum ho... haan... aise hi..."
Rohit ka dimaag yeh sunkar phatne wala tha. Apni hi biwi ke mooh se apne dost ka naam sunna—woh bhi tab jab woh uske neeche tadap rahi ho—yeh uske liye ek alag hi level ka kink ban chuka tha.
"Zor se bol!" Rohit ne uske breast ko poori taqat se masla. "Kiska lund le rahi hai tu?"
Geeti poori tarah aapa kho chuki thi. Alcohol ka nasha, roleplay ka darr, aur Rohit ke jaanlewa strokes ne use pagal kar diya tha. "Tera... Ashish... tera lund... haan... mujhe tod do... please..."
Rohit ne speed aur badha di. Dono ab kutton (dogs) ki tarah haanf rahe the. Geeti ki panty jo abhi tak ek pair mein latak rahi thi, poori tarah gili ho chuki thi. Uske andar se juices nikal kar Rohit ke lund ko aur chikna bana rahe the.
Geeti apni kamar ko Rohit ke har dhakke ke saath upar utha rahi thi. Woh bhool gayi thi ki woh ek pativrata biwi hai. Is waqt woh bas ek aurat thi jise apni pyaas bujhani thi.
"Fuck... Geeti... tu kitni tight hai..." Rohit ne groan kiya.
Geeti ne apni aankhen kholi—dhundhli, nashiili. Use Rohit ka chehra dikh raha tha, par dimaag mein Ashish ki image thi. "Aur andar... Ashish... rukna mat... aaaaah!"




Rohit ab apne edge par tha. Geeti ki pussy uske lund ko aise squeeze kar rahi thi jaise nichod legi. "Main... main cum karne wala hoon..." Rohit chillaya.
Geeti ne apni taangein Rohit ki kamar ke peeche lock kar li. "Mujhe bhar do... Ashish... mujhe poora bhar do!"
Rohit ne aakhri 4-5 thrusts maare—itne deep aur itne fast ki bed ki springs cheekh uthi. Aur phir...
"Fuuuuccckkkk!"
Rohit ka poora shareer akad gaya. Usne Geeti ke andar apna garam laava (cum) pump karna shuru kar diya. Ek ke baad ek thick spurts Geeti ke womb tak ja rahe the.
Saath hi Geeti ka shareer bhi kaanp utha. "Aaaaaaahhhh!" Uski pussy zor se contract hui, aur usne bhi apna paani chhod diya. Rohit ka cum aur Geeti ka juice milkar ek messy flood ban gaya.
Dono ek doosre se chipke hue, heavily breathe kar rahe the. Rohit Geeti ke upar gir gaya, uska lund abhi bhi andar tha, throbbing.
Geeti ka poora shareer shiver (kaanp) kar raha tha. Aisa orgasm... itni intensity... usne Rohit ke saath 1.5 saal mein kabhi feel nahi kiya tha. Kyunki aaj... dimaag mein 'Pati' nahi, 'Lover' tha.


Kuch minutes tak sannata raha. Sirf AC ki awaaz aur unki bhari saansein. Paseene ki, sex ki, aur alcohol ki smell pure bed par faili thi.
Rohit dheere se side mein luta, par Geeti ko apni baahon mein lapet liya. Geeti abhi bhi haanf rahi thi, aankhen band thi. Rohit ne uske gile baalon ko peeche kiya aur uske maathe ko chooma.
"Maza aaya?" Rohit ne dheere se pucha.
Geeti ne aankhen kholi. Uski aankhon mein ab guilt kam, aur ek ajeeb sa sukoon zyada tha. Usne bina kuch bole... haan mein sar hila diya (nodded yes).
Rohit ne smirk kiya. "Maine suna tum kiska naam le rahi thi..."
Geeti sharam se Rohit ke seene mein muh chupa gayi. "Sorry... woh bas..."
Rohit ne uska chehra upar uthaya. "Sorry mat bolo. Mujhe pasand aaya. Bohot pasand aaya."
Geeti ne hairaani se use dekha.
Rohit: "Jab tum uska naam le rahi thi... tum khul gayi thi, Geeti. Tumne apne aap ko rokna band kar diya tha. Dekho khud ko... tum abhi bhi kaanp rahi ho."
Geeti chup rahi. Woh jaanti thi Rohit sach bol raha hai. Yeh sex... alag tha. Better tha.
Rohit ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue agla daaw khela. "Hum aise... kabhi-kabhi kar sakte hain. Roleplay. Fantasy. Agar isse humein maza aata hai... toh kyun nahi?"
Geeti ka dimaag abhi bhi sunn tha. Ek taraf sanskaar the, dusri taraf woh thrill jo usne abhi mehsoos kiya tha. Usne socha—Agar Rohit ko problem nahi hai... aur mujhe itna maza aa raha hai... toh kya harj hai? Aur sabse badi baat—is bahane woh Ashish ko mehsoos kar sakti thi, bina cheat kiye (technically).
Rohit ne phir pucha: "Bolo... karein kabhi-kabhi?"
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Apne hothon ko lick kiya jo abhi bhi soojhe hue the. Usne Rohit ki aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se, par saaf kaha:
"Haan... mujhe yeh chahiye."
Rohit muskuraaya aur use tight hug kar liya. "Good girl."

 Geeti ko lag raha tha woh sirf ek 'fantasy' ke liye haan bol rahi hai. Par Rohit jaanta tha... ki aaj usne Geeti ke dimaag ka darwaza khol diya hai. Agli baar... asli Ashish hoga. Aur Geeti ko pata bhi nahi chalega ki kab fantasy reality ban gayi.
Game Set. Match Point.




Hafta beet raha tha, lekin Pranali ke ghar ka mausam badalne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Ashish ne apne plan ka agla hissa shuru kar diya tha—Emotional Starvation .
Jitna Geeti Rohit ke saath "Roleplay" ke naam par khul rahi thi, utna hi Pranali Ashish ki chuppi se ghut rahi thi.

Subah ke 8 baje the. Pranali ne aaj jaan-boojh kar shower lene ke baad sirf towel lapeta hua tha. Woh bedroom mein aayi, baalon se paani tapak raha tha, aur uska gora jism towel ke kinaaron se jhank raha tha.
Ashish mirror ke saamne tie baandh raha tha. Pranali dbeere se uske peeche aayi aur uske kamar par haath rakha.
"Ashish... aaj jaldi aa sakte ho? Bohot din ho gaye humne saath mein dinner nahi kiya."
Ashish ne mirror mein usse dekha—par uski aankhon mein koi desire nahi thi. Bas ek thandi, professional look thi. Usne Pranali ke haath hataye aur apni file uthayi.
"Nahi ho payega, Pranali. Hospital mein viral outbreak hai. Staff kam hai, mujhe extra shift karni padegi."
Pranali ka chehra utar gaya. "Par Ashish... tum roz yahi bolte ho. Main ghar pe bore ho jaati hoon. Mujhe tumhari zarurat hai..." (Usne apni body ko thoda Ashish se ragada, ek hint dene ke liye).
Ashish ne ek kadam peeche liya, jaise usse current laga ho. "Please Pranali, subah subah shuru mat ho jao. Main thaka hua hoon, aur kaam ka stress bohot hai. Tumhara ye romance mujhe abhi disturb karta hai."
Yeh sunkar Pranali ke aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Disturb? Uski patni ka pyaar use disturb lag raha hai? "Theek hai... jao apne patients ke paas," Pranali ne gusse aur dukh mein kaha.
Ashish bina mudde chala gaya. Jaate waqt uske chehre par ek shaitani muskaan thi. Woh jaanta tha—bhookh jitni badhegi, khana utna hi tasty lagega.

Poora din Pranali ghar pe akeli thi. Uska dimaag ghoom raha tha. "Kya main attractive nahi rahi? Kya Ashish mujhse bore ho gaya hai?"
Lekin phir... use Rohit yaad aaya. Hotel ka woh kamra. Barish. Kaise Rohit ne usse dekha tha—jaise woh duniya ki sabse sexy aurat ho. Kaise usne uske pairon ko chooma tha. Kaise usne usse poora bhar diya tha.
Pranali apne bed pe leti thi, haath apne aap uski thighs ke beech chale gaye. Ashish usse chhu nahi raha tha, par uska jism maang raha tha. Usne apni aankhen band ki aur Rohit ka touch imagine kiya. "Rohit hota toh abhi mujhe aise nahi chhodta..."
Usne apne aap ko touch kiya, par climax nahi mila. Frustration aur badh gayi. Use asli mard chahiye tha, sirf ungliyaan nahi.

Raat ke 11:30 baje Ashish ghar aaya. Pranali abhi tak jaag rahi thi. Usne ek satin nighty pehni thi—maroon colour ki, jo uska cleavage dikha rahi thi. Yeh aakhri koshish thi.
Ashish room mein aaya, coat utaara aur seedha washroom chala gaya. Jab wapas aaya, toh T-shirt aur pyjama pehen kar seedha bed ki dusri taraf let gaya aur blanket odh liya.
Pranali shocked thi. "Ashish?"
"Hmm?" (Aankhen band kiye hue).
"Tum... tum mujhe dekhoge bhi nahi? Main wait kar rahi thi."
Ashish ne karwat li (peeth dikhate hue). "Pranali, main dead tired hoon. Kal subah jaldi OT hai. Please, light band kar do aur so jao."
Pranali ka dil toot gaya. Aur toote hue dil ke neeche... gussa ubalne laga. Woh wahan leti rahi, andhere mein Ashish ki saans sunte hue. Uski thighs ke beech ek aag thi jo Ashish bujhaane ko taiyaar nahi tha. Use feel ho raha tha ki woh unwanted hai, bekaar hai.
"Agar mera pati mujhe nahi chahta..." Pranali ne socha, "...toh koi aur toh hai jo mujhe paane ke liye tadap raha tha."

Raat ke 12:15 baj rahe the. Ashish gehri neend mein tha (ya natak kar raha tha). Pranali ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Gussa, humiliation, aur hawas (lust) ka mix use chain lene nahi de raha tha.
Usne side table se apna phone uthaya. Brightness kam ki taaki Ashish ko pata na chale.
WhatsApp khola. Geeti ka last seen 10 baje ka tha. Lekin Rohit... Rohit Sharma: Online.
Pranali ka angutha (thumb) screen par ruka. Dimaag ne kaha: "Yeh galat hai. Mat kar." Jism ne kaha: "Tujhe attention chahiye. Tujhe pyaar chahiye. Tujhe koi aisa chahiye jo tujhe 'Tasty' bole."
Usne Rohit ki DP dekhi—wahi hotel wali selfie jo usne chupke se li thi jab Pranali so rahi thi (Rohit ne baad mein status lagayi thi hide karke sirf Pranali ke liye).
Pranali ki saansein tez ho gayi. Usne chat open ki. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Ek message... bas ek message sab badal dega.
Usne type kiya.
Pranali: "Hiii..."
Teen dots. Send.
Message deliver hua. Blue ticks immediately.
Pranali ne phone seene se laga liya. Darr bhi lag raha tha, aur ek ajeeb sa thrill bhi. Ab ball Rohit ke court mein thi.
(And little did she know... Rohit wahan apne phone ke saath isi message ka intezaar kar raha tha, Ashish ke update ke baad.)




Kamre mein ghup andhera tha, sirf AC ki light ki halki si green glow thi aur Ashish ke dheere-dheere saans lene ki awaaz. Pranali apne bistar ke kone mein sikudi hui thi, uska dil gale mein dhadak raha tha. Usne abhi-abhi Rohit ko message bheja tha.
‘Hiii...’
Phone ki screen roshan thi, aur woh blue ticks uske chehre par ek ghost light ki tarah pad rahe the.
Ek second... do second... Typing...
Pranali ki saans atak gayi. Rohit jaag raha tha. Sirf jaag nahi raha tha, shayad usi ka intezaar kar raha tha.

Rohit: “Arre? Doctor Madam? Itni raat gaye jaag rahi hain? Sab khairiyat?”
Pranali ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aa gayi—woh muskaan jo pichle 3 din se gayab thi. Ashish ne usse poocha tak nahi tha ki woh kaisi hai, aur Rohit ne pehle message mein hi haal pooch liya.
Pranali: “Bas... neend nahi aa rahi thi. Socha dekhun kaun online hai.”
Rohit: “Online toh poori duniya hai, Pranali. Par tumne mujhe message kiya... iska matlab main special hoon?” ?
Pranali ka dil zor se dhadka. Rohit direct tha, confident tha. Woh wahi kar raha tha jo Ashish nahi kar raha tha—usse special feel karana.
Pranali: “Zyada hawa mein mat udo. Bas dikh gaye toh msg kar diya. Ashish so gaya hai, toh bore ho rahi thi.”
(Usne Ashish ka naam jaan-boojh kar liya, khud ko yaad dilane ke liye ki woh shaadi-shuda hai. Par Rohit ne usse palat diya.)
Rohit: “Lucky man... jo tumhare bagal mein so raha hai. Agar main wahan hota, toh tumhe bore toh bilkul nahi hone deta.”
Pranali ne phone ko seene se laga liya. Uski thighs ke beech ek halki si hulchul hui. Woh jaanti thi Rohit kis baare mein baat kar raha hai. Woh hotel room waali raat.
Pranali: “Tum bohot badmaash ho, Rohit. Sudhroge nahi?”
Rohit: “Sudhar gaya toh tumhe maza kaise aayega? Waise, DP change ki hai kya? Ya meri aankhein dhoka kha rahi hain? You look stunning.”
Pranali ne jaldi se apni DP check ki. Wahi purani photo thi. Rohit bas flirt kar raha tha, uska dhyaan kheenchne ke liye. Aur yeh kaam kar raha tha. Pranali ko acha lag raha tha—koi toh tha jo usse ‘Stunning’ bol raha tha, jabki uska pati usse ‘Disturbance’ bol raha tha.
Pranali: “Purani pic hai... jhoothe tareef mat karo.”
Rohit: “Sach keh raha hoon. Tumhari aankhon mein kuch hai... jo mujhe sone nahi deta. Waise, awaaz sunne ka mann kar raha tha, par text se kaam chala loonga. I know you can’t talk right now.”
Rohit ka yeh samajhna—ki woh baat nahi kar sakti—Pranali ko aur touch kar gaya. Woh uski majboori samajh raha tha.

Rohit: “Suno... tum theek nahi lag rahi ho. Text pe bhi tumhari udaasi dikh rahi hai. Sab theek hai na ghar pe?”
Pranali ki aankhen bhar aayi. Koi toh tha jo uske 'Hiii' ke peeche chupa dard dekh sakta tha.
Pranali: “Pata nahi Rohit... bas mood off hai. Ashish bohot busy hai aajkal. Akela feel hota hai.”
Rohit: “I understand. Sometimes you just need a friend to talk to. Kisi aise ko jo judge na kare.”
(Typing...)
Rohit: “Kal free ho? Shaam ko? Coffee pe milte hain. Kahin bahar, khuli hawa mein. Tumhara mood theek ho jayega.”
Pranali ka angutha screen par jam gaya. Milna? Akele? Ashish ko bina bataye?
Dimaag ne kaha: ‘Yeh Date hai, Pranali. Mat kar. Yeh cheating ka agla step hai.’ Dil ne kaha: ‘Tujhe zarurat hai iski. Ashish ke paas time nahi hai. Rohit tere liye time nikaal raha hai.’
Pranali: “Pata nahi... agar Ashish ko pata chala toh?”
Rohit: “Hum dost hain, Pranali. Dost coffee pe nahi mil sakte kya? Aur waise bhi... main tumhe bas khush dekhna chahta hoon. Ek ghanta... usse zyada nahi. Promise, no pressure.”
Rohit ke words—No pressure—ne Pranali ka defence tod diya. Woh chahti thi ki koi usse pamper kare. Koi usse sune.
Pranali ne side mein soye hue Ashish ko dekha. Woh peeth karke so raha tha, duniya se bekhabar. "Tumne mujhe dhakela hai is taraf, Ashish," usne mann mein socha.
Usne lambi saans li aur type kiya.
Pranali: “Okay. Kal 5 baje. Par zyada door nahi.”
Rohit: “Done. Location main bhejta hoon. Dress well... I want to see that smile back.” ❤️

Pranali ne "Goodnight" likh kar phone band kiya aur takiye ke neeche chupa diya. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki usse laga Ashish jaag jayega.
Yeh ab 'dosti' nahi thi. Woh jaanti thi. Woh kal apne pati se jhooth bolkar, ek dusre mard se milne jaane wali thi—wahi mard jisne kuch din pehle usse bistar par nanga kiya tha.
Lekin darr ke saath saath... ek thrill bhi tha. Ek excitement. Kal woh phir se 'wanted' feel karegi. Kal woh phir se 'aurat' feel karegi.
Usne blanket kheench liya aur aankhen band kar li, par chehre par ek aisi muskaan thi jo ek loyal wife ke chehre par nahi honi chahiye thi.
Kal ki shaam... ek nayi shuruwat hone wali thi.




Subah ka sooraj chadha, par Pranali ke ghar mein thandak thi—mausam ki nahi, rishton ki.
Ashish apne routine ke hisaab se tayyar hua. White shirt, grey trousers, stethoscope gale mein. Pranali kitchen mein thi, par uska dhyaan Ashish ke reaction par tha.
"Ashish... breakfast?" Pranali ne pucha.
Ashish ne ghadi dekhi. "Late ho raha hai. Hospital mein kha lunga. Bye."
Na koi kiss, na koi smile, na koi mudke dekhna. Darwaza thak se band hua.
Pranali wahan khadi reh gayi. Uska dil ek pal ke liye dukha, par agle hi pal uske dimaag mein Rohit ka message goonj gaya: "I want to see that smile back."
Usne turant faisla liya. Aaj woh Ashish ke liye nahi royegi. Aaj woh apne liye jiyegi.

Pranali apne clinic gayi, par dimaag kahin aur tha. Dopahar ke 3 baje hi usne assistant ko bol diya, "Tabiyat theek nahi lag rahi, main jaldi ghar ja rahi hoon."
Ghar aakar usne sabse pehle ek lamba, thanda shower liya. Apni skin ko scrub kiya, body lotion lagaya jisse uski twacha (skin) makkhan jaisi mulayam ho gayi.
Ab baari thi kapdon ki. Usne wardrobe khola. "Sirf coffee hai... casual pehenna chahiye." Lekin haath apne aap us dress par gaya jo usne 'special occasions' ke liye rakhi thi.
The Outfit Description:

• Dress: Usne ek Emerald Green Satin Wrap Dress chuni. Satin ka kapda uske jism par pani ki tarah fisal raha tha. Dress ka rang uske gore rang par khil raha tha.
  
• Fit: Yeh dress waist par bandhti thi (wrap style), jisse uski patli kamar highlight ho rahi thi. Neeche se dress thodi loose thi, par hawa chalne par uski thighs ko expose kar sakti thi.
  
• Neckline: Gala 'V' shape mein deep tha. Itna deep ki uska cleavage clear dikh raha tha, aur uske beech mein latakta hua mangalsutra ek alag hi contrast create kar raha tha—ek suhagan jo apne lover se milne ja rahi hai.
  
• Innerwear: Usne dress ke neeche Black Lace Bra and Panty set pehna. Usse nahi pata tha kyun, par usne socha, "Agar galti se kuch dikh gaya... toh sexy dikhna chahiye."
  
• Makeup: Halka foundation, aankhon mein gehra kajal, aur hothon par wahi Peach-Pink Lipstick jo Rohit ne us din notice ki thi.
  
• Perfume: Chanel ka woh perfume jo Ashish ne gift kiya tha, par ab woh Rohit ko mehkane wala tha.
  

Mirror mein khud ko dekh kar Pranali ek pal ke liye ruki. "Yeh coffee date ke liye thoda zyada nahi hai?" Phir usne apne baalon ko jhatka aur muskuraayi. "Rohit ne kaha tha 'Dress well'. Main bas wahi kar rahi hoon."
Pranali ne apna bag uthaya, heels pehni (jo uske calves ko shape mein la rahi thi), aur ghar se nikal gayi. Dil mein darr tha, par pairon mein ek nayi chaal thi.



Sheher ke dusre kone mein, Rohit apne cafe ki table par baitha tha. Location thodi secluded thi, jahan zyada bheed nahi hoti. Usne apni ghadi dekhi—5 bajne mein 10 minute baaki the.
Usne apna phone nikaala. Pranali ke 'On the way' message ke baad, usne Ashish ki chat open ki.
Ek shaitani khushi ke saath, usne type karna shuru kiya.
Rohit: "Game on, Doctor Sahab. Teri biwi raste mein hai. Mere liye saj-dhaj ke aa rahi hai, jhooth bol ke. Aaj woh sirf coffee nahi piyegi... meri baaton ka nasha bhi piyegi."
(Typing...)
Rohit: "She looks ready to be taken. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. By the time I drop her back... she will be filled with my thoughts... and maybe something thicker if she lets me. ? Hisaab barabar kar raha hoon, bhai."
Rohit ne phone table par rakha aur saamne dekha. Dur se ek green dress mein koi aa raha tha. Hawa mein uske baal ud rahe the. Woh Pranali thi. Aur woh maal lag rahi thi.
Phone vibrate hua. Ashish ka reply aaya tha.
Ashish: "Have fun, Bhai. Tod de uska guilt. Use ehsaas dila ki woh kitni 'chalu' hai andar se. Make her laugh, make her wet. Aur haan... Jab tu usse wapas bhejega... toh main check karunga ki tune kitna 'gehra' asar chhoda hai. Enjoy my wife."
Rohit ne message padha, aur ek gehri saans li. Ashish ne green signal de diya tha. Ab koi rok-tok nahi thi.
Saamne Pranali aa chuki thi. Rohit khada hua, chehre par wohi charming smile lekar jisne Pranali ko yahan tak kheench liya tha.
"Wow..." Rohit ne usse upar se neeche tak dekhte hue kaha. "Maine kaha tha 'Dress well', par tumne toh 'Kill' karne ka iraada bana liya hai."
Pranali sharma gayi, par uski aankhon mein chamak thi.
Date shuru ho chuki thi. Aur Ashish... door baith kar apne phone par unke gunah ka jashn mana raha tha.

Cafe ka corner table thoda andhere mein tha. Hawa mein coffee aur fresh bakery ki khushboo thi, par Table Number 9 par hawa mein kuch aur hi ghula hua tha—Forbidden Attraction.
Pranali apni Emerald Green Satin Dress mein kisi khile hue phool ki tarah lag rahi thi. Uski bubbly personality, jo pichle kuch dinon se Ashish ki berukhi ke neeche dab gayi thi, Rohit ki attention milte hi wapas bahar aa rahi thi.
Woh hans rahi thi, haath hila-hila kar baatein kar rahi thi, par uski aankhon mein ek gehra akelapan (loneliness) saaf jhalak raha tha.

"Pata hai Rohit," Pranali ne coffee mug pakadte hue kaha, "Main yeh nahi kehti ki Ashish bura hai. Woh Doctor hai, main samajhti hoon. Par... main bhi toh hoon na? Main koi vase (gamla) thodi hoon ki bas ghar ke kone mein saji rahoon?"
Usne apni aankhen badi karke, thoda bachkaane andaaz mein shikayat ki—wahi uska chulbula nature.
Rohit ne dhyan se suna, chehre par ek sympathetic (humdard) look rakhte hue. Usne table par rakha apna haath aage badhaya aur Pranali ke haath par rakh diya.
"Tum vase nahi ho, Pranali," Rohit ne deep voice mein kaha. "Tum ek aag ho. Aur agar koi mard tumhe ignore kar raha hai, toh woh andha hai. Tumhe... tumhe har roz chahne ki zarurat hai. You deserve to be obsessed over."
Pranali ka dil pighal gaya. Yahi toh woh sunna chahti thi. "Tum hamesha sahi baatein bolte ho," usne halki si smile di, par haath nahi hataya. "Kash Ashish bhi thoda tumhari tarah hota."
Rohit ne smirk kiya. "Agar woh meri tarah hota... toh hum yahan nahi baithe hote."