Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

[Joker44]

Mumbai se Mirzapur laute hue Pranali ko kareeb 4-5 din beet chuke the. In chaar dino mein usne apne aas-paas ek aisi deewar khadi kar li thi, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Pura ghar ek normal, sadharan middle-class routine mein chal raha tha, par is routine ke parde ke peeche Pranali ke andar ek khamosh toofan uth raha tha.

Soham bhi apna official tour jaldi khatam karke do din pehle hi wapas aa chuka tha. Ghar mein wahi purani chahal-pahal thi, par Pranali janti thi ki wo khud ab pehle jaisi nahi rahi thi.
Subah ke 6:30 baj rahe the. Kamre mein halke-halke dhoop ki kirnein aa rahi thi. Pranali ki aankh Aarav ki mithi hassi se khuli. Chhota Aarav uske pet par baith kar uske baalon se khel raha tha. "Mumma... uth jao! Poha khana hai!"
Pranali ne muskurate hue apne bete ko baahon mein bhar liya aur uske gaalon ko choom liya. Par jaise hi usne bistar se uthne ke liye karwat li, uske jism mein ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan mehsoos hua. Uski chhatiyan (breasts) hamesha se thodi zyada bhaari aur sensitive lag rahi thi. Usne cotton ki nightgown pehni hui thi, par nightgown ka kapda bhi jab uske nipples se ragad kha raha tha, toh use ek ajeeb si jhanjhanahat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Pura badan andar se ek alag hi garmi aur thakaan se bhara lag raha tha. 'Ye achanak se itna heavy kyun lag raha hai? Aur mere periods... wo bhi toh...' Pranali ke dimaag mein ek khatarnaak khayal (pregnancy scare) ne dastak di, par usne turant apna sarr jhatak diya. "Nahi... shayad safar ki thakaan hai. Aisa kuch nahi ho sakta," usne khud ko jhoothi tasalli di aur bed se uth gayi.







Kitchen mein stove par chai ubal rahi thi aur Pranali tiffin ke liye parathe sek rahi thi. Usne ek simple si sooti (cotton) saree pehni hui thi, pallu ko kamar mein khonsa hua tha. Uski saas, Saraswati ji, kitchen mein aayi aur chai ka cup uthate hue Pranali ko bade pyaar se dekhne lagi.

"Bahu, ek baat kahun?" Saraswati ji ne muskurate hue kaha.
Pranali ne paratha palat-te hue pucha, "Ji maa ji, boliye na."
"Mumbai ka paani bada suit kiya hai tujhe. Jab se aayi hai, tera chehra ekdum khila-khila lag raha hai. Ek alag hi chamak hai teri skin par, jaise nayi-nayi dulhan ho. Lagta hai maayke mein maa ne bada laad-pyaar se khilaya hai."
Pranali ke haath se chimta (tongs) chhoot-te chhoot-te bacha. Uski dhadkan achanak tezz ho gayi aur gaal sharam aur darr se surkh laal ho gaye. Us 'chamak' ka raaz uski maa ka pyaar nahi tha, balki Mumbai ke us band kamre mein Sharad ke garam honth aur uski mardangi thi. Sharad ke un nishano aur us wild chudai ki glow abhi tak uske jism par tazi thi.
"Wo... maa ji, wahan kaam kam tha na, toh aaram mil gaya bas," Pranali ne nazrein churate hue baat badal di aur jaldi se Soham ka tiffin pack karne lagi.
Soham aaj kal kuch zyada hi dhyaan rakhne laga tha. Tour se aane ke baad se wo over-attentive ho gaya tha. Kal shaam ko achanak aate hue wo gajra le aaya tha, aur aaj subah usne khud Aarav ko nehlaya tha taaki Pranali ko aaram mile. Pranali ko Soham ka ye badla hua, extra-caring bartaaw thoda ajeeb lag raha tha. Kya use kuch shak hua hai? Ya wo apne kisi guilt ko chupa raha hai? Par Pranali ne is khayal ko bhi daba diya aur use 'miss karne' ka nateeja maan liya.
Soham kitchen ke darwaze par aaya, usne apni shirt ke button band karte hue piche se Pranali ke kandhe par halka sa kiss kiya. "Tiffin ready hai meri jaan? Aur tumhara dhyan kahan hai aaj kal?"
"Bas ban gaya. Aap late ho rahe hain," Pranali ne bina uski aankhon mein dekhe tiffin uske haath mein thama diya.
Jab Soham office chala gaya aur saas-sasur mandir nikal gaye, Pranali nahaane ke liye bathroom mein gayi. Gunguna paani uske jism par gir raha tha. Usne sabun haath mein liya aur jaise hi apni gardan aur gale par ragadne lagi, uski ungliyan uske sone (gold) ke mangalsutra se takrayi.
Pavitra rishte ka wo dhaaga.
Achanak, paani ki dhaar ke beech uska dimaag Mumbai ke us hotel room mein chala gaya. Use yaad aaya jab wo poori tarah nangi hokar Sharad ke upar baithi thi. Wo kisi deewani ki tarah us par ride kar rahi thi, uske dono bhaari boobs hawa mein uchal rahe the, aur uske gale mein pada yehi mangalsutra jhatko ke saath hawa mein jhul raha tha aur Sharad ke chaati se takra raha tha. Sharad ne us mangalsutra ko apne hothon se choom kar kaha tha, "Is dhaage ko pehen kar jab tu mujhse chudti hai na Pranali... toh tu aur bhi zyada meri lagti hai."
"Nahi!" Pranali ne aankhein kholi aur thandi saans li. Paani ke saath-saath uske aankhon se guilt ke aansu bhi beh nikle. Wo apne hi pavitra dhaage ko sabun se zor-zor se dhone lagi, jaise us par lage apne gunahon ke daag dho dena chahti ho. Ek aam, gharelu zindagi ka safe routine use dilaasa zaroor de raha tha, par akele mein uski rooh us azaadi aur hawas ke liye machal rahi thi jo usne Mumbai mein aur Munna ki gadi mein mehsoos ki thi.




Tayyar hokar, Pranali ne ek simple, par uske curves ko chipki hui peach color ki saree pehni aur bank ke liye nikal gayi.

Roz ki tarah wo auto-stand par aayi aur ek bhare hue tempo (shared auto) mein baith gayi. Tempo mein kaafi bheed thi. Ek taraf ek aurat baithi thi aur doosri taraf ek aadmi. Tempo ke har jhatke aur gaddhe par, us aadmi ka kandha aur kohni Pranali ki baahon aur kamar se takra rahi thi.
Kuch maheene pehle tak, is tarah ka physical touch Pranali ko gussa dila deta tha. Wo gusse se us aadmi ko door hatne ko kehti. Par aaj... aaj jab us aadmi ki kohni uske saree ke pallu ke paas uski chhati ke hisse se halke se raggdi, toh Pranali ke jism ke andar wahi soyi hui bijli daud gayi. Uska dimaag Munna ke un rough aur be-reham haathon ko yaad karne laga jo station se aate waqt uski pussy ko poori tarah masal rahe the.
Pranali ne gusse se us aadmi ko nahi dekha. Balki usne sharam se apni palke jhuka li aur apne pairo ko aur kareeb kar liya taaki uski panty mein aane wali wo halki si gili-pan (wetness) kisi ko mehsoos na ho. Wo is bheed aur shor mein ghut rahi thi, par saath hi apne andar ke jagte hue ek naye aur hawas bhare shaitaan ko mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Ye Mirzapur ka routine dikhne mein bohot shant tha, par Pranali janti thi ki uski deewaron ke bahar Munna Tripathi ghoom raha hai, Mumbai se Sharad ke messages abhi bhi aa rahe hain, aur Tripathi Kothi mein Kaleen Bhaiya ki nazrein uspe gadi hui hain.
Ye shanti kisi bohot bade toofan ke aane se pehle ki shanti thi, aur Pranali ke wajood ki taar ab kisi bhi waqt tootne wali thi.



Raat ke aath baj rahe the. Ghar ke chote se dining table par poori family ek saath baithi thi. TV par koi news channel chal raha tha, aur Soham apne naye tour ke baare mein bade josh se bata raha tha.

"Aur pata hai papa, is nayi profile mein mujhe agle mahine phir se do din ke liye bahar jaana pad sakta hai. Par salary increment kaafi acha milega," Soham ne dal ka chammach muh mein lete hue kaha.
Pranali chupchap sabki plate mein rotiyan paros rahi thi. Ek aam, gharelu, aur surakshit mahol. Par Soham ki baaton ne uske andar ek darr paida kar diya. Soham phir se bahar jayega? Matlab Munna phir se akela paayega mujhe? Tabhi Aarav, jo apni dadi ke paas baith kar khel raha tha, achanak zidd karne laga. "Mummy ke paas baithna hai!" Wo uchal kar Pranali ki taraf aaya, par is jaldbaazi mein usne table par rakha doodh ka bhara hua glass gira diya.
Chhapaak!
Doodh seedha Pranali ki saree ke pallu aur uske pet ke hisse par gir gaya. "Arre beta! Ye kya kiya," Saraswati ji ghabra kar boli.
"Koi baat nahi maa ji, bacha hai," Pranali ne jaldi se tissue se doodh saaf karte hue kaha. Soham ne bhi Aarav ko daanta, par Pranali ne baat sambhal li. "Main bas kapde change karke aati hoon, chipchipa ho gaya hai poora."
Pranali jaldi se apne bedroom mein aayi aur darwaza andar se band kar liya. Usne doodh se bheegi hui saree aur blouse utar kar side mein rakha. Ab wo sirf apne petticoat aur bra mein aaine ke saamne khadi thi. Usne toliye se apne jism ko saaf kiya, par achanak uski nazar aaine mein apne left collarbone aur breast ke theek upar wale hisse par pad gayi.
Uski saansein atak gayi.
Wahan ek halka padta hua, purplish-brown nishaan tha. Ek 'love bite' (hickey) jo ab fade ho raha tha.
Pranali ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Hey bhagwan... Uska dimaag turant Mumbai ke us flat mein chala gaya. Sharad ne uski nangi peeth par apne haath kaste hue use apni taraf khincha tha aur bilkul is jagah par apne honthon se buri tarah kaata aur choosa tha. Sharad ka wo possessive pyaar... uski nishani abhi tak Pranali ke jism par thi.


Panic ne use gher liya. Agar Soham ne dekha hota toh? Agar maa ji ki nazar pad jati toh? Uske haath kaanpne lage. Usne jaldi se dressing table ki drawer kholi aur thoda sa concealer aur foundation nikal kar us nishaan par ragadne lagi. Use chupati hui wo aaine mein apni hi shakal dekh rahi thi—ek jhoothi, dhokebaaz aurat ki shakal. Usne ek band-gale ka (high-neck) blouse pehna aur jaldi se doosri saree lapet kar wapas bahar aa gayi, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Raat ke 1:30 baj chuke the.
Kamre mein ghup andhera tha aur sirf AC ki halki si aawaz aa rahi thi. Soham Pranali ki taraf peeth karke gehri neend mein so raha tha, uske halke kharraate kamre mein goonj rahe the. Aarav bhi apne palne (crib) mein shanti se so raha tha.
Par Pranali ki aankhein khuli thi. Wo chhat ko ghoor rahi thi. Uski body abhi bhi exhausted thi, par uske andar ki garmi aur wo physical craving use sone nahi de rahi thi. Pura din ek aadarsh bahu aur biwi banne ka naatak karne ke baad, raat ke is andhere mein uska asli, daba hua roop bahar aane ke liye tadap raha tha.
Be-ikhtiyar (unconsciously), Pranali ka ek haath blanket ke andar gaya. Uski ungliyan halke se uske pet se hoti hui uski panty ke elastic tak pahunchi, aur dheere se andar sarak gayi. Uska jism turant jhanjhanaya. Wo wahan pehle se hi thodi gili thi.
Pranali ne apni aankhein band ki aur apni sabse sensitive jagah (clit) ko bohot hi halke aur sensual tareeke se sehlana shuru kiya.
Uski band aankhon ke peeche do alag-alag chehre aur do alag-alag duniya ghoom rahi thi.
Pehle Sharad... uske hothon ka wo naram par gehra sparsh, uske shabd jo use ek rani hone ka ehsaas dilate the. 'Tum bohot khoobsurat ho Pranali...'. Pranali ne apni ungliyon ki raftar thodi tez ki, uski saansein bhari hone lagi thi. Use yaad aaya kaise wo Sharad ke upar nangi baith kar kamar chala rahi thi, pyaar aur hawas ka wo khoobsurat mela.
Par tabhi, dimag mein doosra chehra ubhra. Munna Tripathi.
Uska wo darawna, rough aur besharam andaaz. Wo car ke andar ka scene, jab Aarav peeche baitha tha aur Munna ki moti ungliyan use be-reham tareeke se khured rahi thi. 'Meri malika hai tu...' Munna ki wo gaaliyan aur uska absolute dominance. Ye khayal aate hi Pranali ke jism mein ek current sa dauda. Uska haath aur zyada tezzi se chalne laga. Wo ek ungli apne andar daal kar khud ko tease karne lagi. Uski pussy gili hokar chipchipi aawaz karne lagi thi.
"Ahhn..." Ek bohot hi dheemi, tharati hui siski uske hothon se nikalne hi wali thi. Wo bas apne climax ke kinaare par thi, uska jism akad raha tha.



Tabhi Soham ne karwat li. Uski baah Pranali ke pet par aakar giri. "Mmm... Pranali..." Soham ne neend mein badbadaya.

Ek dum se, jaise kisi ne Pranali ke upar thanda paani daal diya ho. Reality uske chehre par kisi thappad ki tarah padi. Usne jhatke se apna haath apni panty se bahar nikal liya aur thandi pad gayi.
Usne kya kiya tha? Wo apne sote hue pati ke bagal mein let kar, kisi aur mardon ki hawas ke baare mein soch kar khud ko satisfy kar rahi thi?
Pranali ne apna chehra takiye (pillow) mein chupa liya. Guilt, sharam, aur apne aap se aati hui ghin ne use tod diya. Uski aankhon se garm aansu behne lage jo takiye mein jazb hote gaye. Wo chupchap, bina koi aawaz kiye, rote-rote kab neend ki aagosh mein chali gayi, use pata hi nahi chala.
Agli Subah - Bank
Pranali bank mein apne desk par baithi thi. Raat ki neend poori na hone ki wajah se uski aankhon mein halki thakaan thi. Tabhi bank ka peon uske desk par aaya.
"Pranali madam, aapke naam ka ek courier aaya hai. Kisi ne bahar se bhijwaya hai." Peon ne ek bohot hi premium, chamakdar black colour ka box uske table par rakh diya.
Pranali ne hairani se box ko dekha. Us par koi sender ka naam nahi tha. Usne chupchap box uthaya aur ladies locker room/washroom mein chali gayi taaki akele mein dekh sake.
Locker room ka darwaza andar se lock karke usne kaampte haathon se box ka ribbon khola. Box ka dhakkan hatate hi uski saansein atak gayi.
Usme ek behad mehangi, almost transparent (sheer) deep red colour ki designer saree rakhi thi. Us saree ka kapda itna patla aur mulayam tha ki agar wo use pehanti, toh uske jism ka har ek curve aur har ek nishaan bahar jhalakta. Aur saree ke theek upar ek chota sa white card rakha tha.
Pranali ne darrte hue wo card uthaya. Us par hand-written black ink mein likha tha:
"Mirzapur ki rani ke liye. Aaj raat ghar par isse pehno... aur bina blouse ke apni ek selfie bhejo. Sirf mere liye. - M"
Pranali ke hath se card chhoot kar zameen par gir gaya. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use apne kaano mein uski aawaz sunayi de rahi thi. M... Munna. Us pagal, hawas ke shikaari ne seedha uske bank mein apna darr aur apna tohfa bhej diya tha. Pranali ne us red saree ko dekha. Wo saree kisi aag ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Usne jaldi se saree wapas box mein thusi aur box ko apne handbag mein chhupa liya.
Wo locker room ke aaine ke saamne khadi thi, uski chhati tezzi se upar-niche ho rahi thi. Ek taraf uska gharelu, sanskaari routine tha, aur doosri taraf Munna ka wo khaufnaak 'hukum'.
Kya wo raat ko Soham ke sote hi bina blouse ke ye transparent saree pehen kar selfie legi? Ya is baar wo kisi tarah is aag se bachegi? Pranali handbag ko apni chhati se lagaye aaine mein khud ko ghoorti rahi... uske andar ka darr uske jism ki nason mein ek ajeeb sa nasha bankar daud raha tha.