divya

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Hamee said low voice, “Memsab, mera rickshaw hai bahar. Chalte hain ghar drop kar deta hoon.”
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‎Divya looked up at sky. Dark clouds heavy. “Baarish ho sakti hai.”
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‎Hamee nodded. “Chalo memsab. Jaldi chalte hain.”
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‎He took her to rickshaw. 
‎Divya sat behind. Dupatta tight. 
‎. Hamee pedaled fast. 
‎Five minutes mein ghar pahunch gaye. 
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‎Divya looked up. First rain drops falling. Slow at first. Then faster.
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‎She said quick, “Come in house. Baarish shuru ho raha hai.”
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‎Hamee looked at rain. Then at her. Nodded. 
‎Both ran inside house. Rickshaw bahar hi chhod diya.
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‎Divya wet dupatta utari. Hair little wet. Salwar kameez stick on body. Breasts outline clear.
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‎Hamee stood near door. Wet shirt stick on chest. Beard dripping. Eyes on Divya body.
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‎ divya smiled with  shy.
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‎Twenty minutes passed. Rain low ho gaya. Sirf light drizzle.
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‎ Ranjith aa gaya.
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‎He parked bike outside. Saw rickshaw bahar khada. Hamee rickshaw.
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‎Ranjith face little surprise. 
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‎Ranjith  main door ke paas pahuncha.
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‎Door half open tha. Andar se awaaz aayi — Divya ki.
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‎“Ahh… ahh… bhaiyaa… please… mm… mmm…”
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‎Ranjith body freeze ho gayi. Heart ekdum tez dhadakne laga. Woh ruk gaya. Door ke chhote se gap se andar dekha.
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‎Hall mein sofa pe Divya ka  salwar aur  bra padi thi. 
‎Random tarike se phenki hui. Jaise jaldi utari gayi ho.
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‎Phir hall se awaaz aur tez hui.
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‎“Aah… abbahh… abbaahh… you… dirty man… abaah… aah… aahh!”
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‎Divya ki voice high pitch mein.
‎ Pain aur pleasure mix. 
‎Moaning loud. 
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‎Ranjith ka haath door handle pe tha. Par woh andar nahi gaya. Paer jaise jam gaye.
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‎Woh sirf sunta raha.
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‎Divya ki awaaz badhti gayi.
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‎“Aah… Hamee bhai… zor se… please… aahh… mmm… abbahh!”