divya

[కుమార్]

‎Morning six o'clock.
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‎Ranjith bike sound came in lane. He entered home. Tired face. Helmet in hand. "Main aa gaya," 
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‎Divya was in kitchen. She heard him. Heart beat fast. Face became hot. Shy feeling big inside. 
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‎Last night Hamee touched her. Kissed her. Fucked her hard on floor and sofa. 
‎She could not look at Ranjith eyes.
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‎She kept head down. Said soft, "Welcome home. I make tea."
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‎Ranjith went to room. Changed clothes. Came back. Sat on chair.
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‎Divya quickly went to bathroom. Took bath fast. Hot water. 
‎Scrubbed body hard. 
‎Tried to clean Hamee smell, his touch, his cum. 
‎But shame not go. 
‎It stayed in mind.
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‎She came out. Wore simple yellow saree. Did pooja in small mandir. Lit diya. Prayed long time. Eyes closed.
‎ "Bhagwan ji, mujhe maaf kar do. Main bahut galat hoon."
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‎Seven thirty.
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‎She made tiffin ready. Roti, sabzi, curd. Packed for Monu schoo.l. 
‎Gave to Ranjith for office.
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‎Ranjith took tiffin. Smiled little. "Thank you. Aaj duty jaldi khatam karne ki koshish karunga."
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‎Monu came running. "Papa aa gaye!"
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‎Ranjith picked him up. Kissed cheek.
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‎Divya stood near table. Saw both — husband and son. Happy face. Normal family.
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‎But inside her heart big pain.
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‎She thought silent:
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‎"I did mistake last night with rickshaw puller. Hamee bhai ne mujhe choda. Andar tak bhara. Main pativrata nahi rahi. Ranjith ko dhoka diya. ."
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‎Eyes became wet. She turned face away. Wiped tears quick.
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‎Eight thirty in morning.
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‎Hamee cycle rickshaw came in lane.
‎ He shouted loud, "Bachho aaoo!"
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‎Two kids from next house came running. Sat in rickshaw. Laughing.
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‎Divya held Monu hand. Walked towards rickshaw. Monu tiffin bag on shoulder.
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‎Hamee saw Divya coming. His eyes went on her beautiful body. 
‎Yellow saree hugging her curves. Blouse tight on breasts. Pallu little wet from morning pooja water. 
‎Hips moving soft with each step.
‎ Fair skin shining in sun.
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‎Hamee eyes hungry. 
‎Looked long at her breasts, waist, ass.
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‎Divya felt his stare. Face became hot. Shy and shame came again. 
‎She remembered last night — how he fucked her hard on floor.
‎ How he put penis between breasts. 
‎How he cum on her breasts.
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‎She looked down. Did not meet his eyes.
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‎She said soft to Hamee, "Bachho ko dheere le jaao bhaiya. Jaldi mat karna."
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‎Hamee smiled dirty. 
‎Small smile only she saw.
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‎He said low, "Aap ko pata hai na memsab… main thoda zor se karta hu."
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‎Divya understood his double meaning. Last night he fucked her zor se. 
‎Hard strokes. 
‎Pain and joy both.
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‎Her cheeks burned red. Heart beat fast.
‎ She did not answer. Just silent.
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‎She helped Monu sit in rickshaw. Kissed his forehead. "Good boy. Study well."
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‎Monu waved. "Bye Mummy!"
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‎Hamee started pedaling. Rickshaw went away.
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‎Divya stood there one second. Watching them go. 
‎Hamee turned head back once. Looked at her again. Smiled.
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‎Divya quickly went inside house. 
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‎Shame.
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‎After five minutes she took her bag. Locked house. Went to bus stop for convent.
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‎She walked fast. Eyes down. Did not look at road corner where beggar sits sometimes.
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‎In bus she sat near window. Mind full of last night.
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‎ Hamee penis. His squeeze. His cum on her breasts.
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‎She whispered to herself, "Main bahut galat hoon."
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‎Bus moved.
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‎She teach children today with same smile. But inside — disturbance is not going.
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