Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Hello Xossipy friends! 

This is Joker44 – re-sharing my older story "Pativrata Patni se Hotwife Tak - Ek Safar" as a new, detailed rewrite.

The original was too fast-paced at the start (transformation felt rushed), with some pacing and flow issues.

I've fixed it: slower buildup, more emotions/guilt/hesitation, deeper character thoughts, extra teasing scenes, and some visuals for better immersion.

This version draws from real-life fantasies my wife and I have explored. Hope you like the improved take! 

Posting updated chapters soon – starting with the reworked opening.

Read, like, comment your thoughts/suggestions – your feedback motivates me! 
Joker44 signing in… let's make it hotter! 

Story Continues:

Har kahani ki jaan uske characters hote hain. Is story mein hum teen aise logon ki zindagi dekh rahe hain jo maryada (boundaries) aur chahat (desire) ke beech khade hain.

Geeti (Sanskari Wife)

• Umra (Age): 28 saal
  
  
• Profession: Bank Manager
  
  
• Aura: Graceful, professional, aur thodi si reserved. Par uske shaant chehre ke peeche ek sulagta hua volcano hai.
  

Physical Description: Geeti "Classic Indian Beauty" ka perfect misaal hai. Uski height 5'6" hai aur uska figure ek perfect hourglass shape mein hai—chaudi jaanghein (wide hips) aur ek bahut hi patli kamar. Uska rang doodh ki tarah safed (ivory complexion) hai, jo silk sarees mein aur bhi nikharta hai. Uske baal lambe, ghane aur jet-black hain, jo aksar office mein ek neat bun mein bandhe hote hain, par jab khulte hain toh uski peeth ko poora dhak lete hain. Uski aankhein badi aur gahri hain, jinme hamesha ek thahrav hota hai, par ab unme ek naye anubhav ki bhookh jaag rahi hai.

Vibe: Woh aisi aurat hai jise dekh kar log izzat bhi karte hain aur dabe paon uski khubsurti ki tamanna bhi.



Soham (The Conflicted Alpha)

• Umra (Age): 29 saal
  
  
• Profession: IT Company Manager
  
  
• Aura: Confident, sharp, aur fit. Woh jitna apne kaam mein committed hai, utna hi apni desires ko lekar confuse.
  

Physical Description: Soham ki height 6 feet hai aur uska body frame kafi athletic aur toned hai, jo regular gym jaane ki wajah se dikhta hai. Uske features kafi sharp hain—ek majboot jawline aur hamesha well-groomed light stubble (halki dadhi). Uske haath bade aur mazboot hain, jo Geeti ki nazuk skin par kafi rough aur masculine lagte hain. Office mein woh hamesha crisp ironed shirts aur formal trousers mein hota hai, jisme uski chauri chhati (broad chest) saaf nazar aati hai.

Vibe: Ek aisa mard jo protect bhi karna jaanta hai aur bekaabu hona bhi. Uski awaaz mein ek gahraapan (depth) hai jo kisi ko bhi attract kar sakta hai.


 
Amrita (The Bubbly Temptation)

• Umra (Age): 23 saal
  
  
• Status: Government Exams ki taiyari kar rahi hai
  
  
• Aura: Chanchal, bekhauf (fearless), aur mischievous. Woh "Gen-Z" energy se bhari hui hai aur jaanti hai ki apni masoomiyat ko kaise use karna hai.
  

Physical Description: Amrita Geeti se thodi chhoti hai, height 5'4". Uska badan petite hai par kafi bubbly aur curvy hai. Uska rang sun-kissed (halka sa gora aur gehunua mix) hai, jo kafi healthy aur youthful glow deta hai. Uske baal shoulder-length hain aur hamesha thode bikhre hue rehte hain, jisse woh kafi cute lagti hai. Woh aksar ghar mein short cotton kurtis ya clingy dresses pehenti hai, jo uski naram aur chikni twacha (smooth skin) ko highlight karte hain. Uski aankhon mein hamesha ek shararat hoti hai, jaise woh har waqt kisi mazaak ki talaash mein ho.

Vibe: Woh aisi ladki hai jise dekh kar aapko lagega ki woh bahut masoom hai, par uski baaton aur nazron mein ek aisi aag hai jo kisi bhi mard ko bhatka sakti hai.

 
Mumbai ki garmi aur uupar se Delhi ki thakane wali flight—Soham jab ghar pahuncha toh uska badan toot raha tha. Usne flat ki bell bajayi aur apna suitcase wahi side mein rakh diya. Uska dimag abhi bhi office ke kaam mein uljha tha, par ek hissa bechain tha. Delhi ke tour par kaam ka itna pressure tha ki usse Geeti se baat karne ka waqt tak nahi mila, aur physical intimacy toh door ki baat thi. Ek mardana bhookh uske andar dabi hui thi.

Darwaza khula, par samne Geeti nahi thi.

"Jijoo! Aap aa gaye!" Amrita ne khushi se chahakte hue kaha.

Amrita ne ek dhili cotton ki short kurti aur leggings pehni thi. Uske baal thode bikhre hue the, jaise woh abhi-abhi so kar uthi ho. Uska chehra bilkul taaza aur chamakdar lag raha tha.

"Haan Amrita, Geeti abhi tak nahi aayi?" Soham ne andar kadam rakhte hue pucha.

"Nahi, unka aaj kuch audit hai bank mein, toh late ho jayengi," Amrita ne suitcase uthane ke liye niche jhukte hue kaha.

Jaise hi woh suitcase pakadne ke liye niche jhuki, uski dhili kurti ka gala thoda aage gir gaya. Soham, jo thik uske upar khada tha, ki nazar sidha uski deep neckline par gayi. Amrita ki gori chhati aur uske beech ki gehri cleavage moonlight ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Soham ka gala ek dum se sookh gaya. Do hafte se Geeti se door rehne ki wajah se uska sharir pehle hi sensitive tha, aur yeh nazara uske liye kisi bijli ke jhatke se kam nahi tha.

"Jijoo? Kahan kho gaye?" Amrita ne suitcase utha kar sidha hote hue pucha. Usne Soham ki nazron ka peecha kiya aur halki si smile di, jaise use pata ho ki Soham kya dekh raha tha.

 
"Uh... kuch nahi. Bas thoda thaka hua hoon," Soham ne nazrein churayi. "Waise, main tumhare liye kuch laya hoon."

Usne apne bag se ek chhota sa box nikala. "Yeh lo, Delhi se tumhare liye ek chhoti si bhent."

Amrita ne excitedly box khola. Usme ek rose-gold finish wali mehengi watch thi. "Wow! Yeh kitni pyaari hai! Thank you so much, Jijoo!"

Khushi ke maare Amrita ne aao dekha na taao, aur sidha Soham ko gale laga liya.

Uski fruity shampoo aur youthful skin ki mehak Soham ke naak se hoti hui sidha uske dimaag tak pahunchi. Amrita ka naram badan Soham ke sakht seene se chipak gaya. Soham ne mehsoos kiya ki uski dabi hui garmi ab bekaabu ho rahi hai. Uska auzaar (dick) ek dum se sakht (hard) hone laga aur jeans ke andar apna rasta banane laga.

Amrita ne hug thoda lamba khicha. Par jaise hi woh peeche hatne wali thi, use Soham ke thighs ke paas kuch sakht mehsoos hua jo uske pet se takra raha tha. Woh ek pal ke liye thithak gayi. Uski aankhein thodi badi hui aur usne Soham ki aankhon mein dekha.

Dono ke beech ek gehri khamoshi chha gayi. Amrita ne turant use nahi chhoda; usne dhire se apne haath Soham ke kandhon se hataye, par uski nazrein Soham ke jeans ke us ubhaar (bulge) par hi thin jo saaf nazar aa raha tha.

"Aap... aap fresh ho jaiye, main chai banati hoon," Amrita ne dheere se kaha, uska chehra ab halka gulabi ho chuka tha.

Dono sofa par baith gaye. Amrita ne TV on kar diya, par dono ka dhyan screen par nahi tha. Kamre mein ek aisi awkwardness aur tension thi jise kata ja sakta tha. Soham apni jeans theek karne ki koshish kar raha tha, aur Amrita baar-baar apne baalon ko kaan ke peeche kar rahi thi, kabhi-kabhi tirchi nazron se Soham ko dekhte hue.

Raat abhi shuru hui thi, aur Geeti ke aane mein abhi kaafi waqt tha.


Soham fresh hokar living room mein aaya toh dekha Amrita kitchen se do cup steaming chai lekar aa rahi thi. Uske chalne ke andaaz mein ek ajeeb si lachak thi. Woh Soham ke bilkul paas sofa par baith gayi—itni paas ki unke kandhe lagbhag takra rahe the.

Chai ki bhap ke beech Amrita ne apni nazrein uthayi. "Jijoo, aap kabhi mere saath ghar pe time kyu nahi bitaate?" Usne ek teasing muskurahat ke saath pucha, uska gala thoda deep hua jaise woh jaan bujh kar use distract kar rahi ho.

Soham ne chai ka sip liya, par uska dhyan Amrita ke gulabi honthon par tha. "Tum hi toh badi busy rehti ho madam... har waqt ya toh phone mein ya books mein. Mujhe laga meri zaroorat nahi hai," usne hansi rokte hue kaha.

Amrita ne thoda nakhra dikhaya aur apna sar thoda tedha kiya. "Acha ji? Aap toh lagta hai kisi aur ke saath time bitaane mein busy hote ho... Delhi ki chanchal ladkiyan pasand aa gayi lagti hain. Mujhe toh bas excuse milta hai!"

Soham thoda aur jhuka, uski masculine cologne aur Amrita ki meethi scent ab mil rahi thin. "Waise agar tum chaho... toh main sirf tumhara ho jaaun kuch waqt ke liye?"

Amrita ka chehra ek dum se tamtama utha. Woh sharma gayi, par usne apni nazrein nahi hatayi. "Jijoo, aap bhi na... flirt karne lage ho kya? Didi ko bataun?"

"Main toh bas tumse baat kar raha hoon... tum hi kuch aur soch rahi ho!" Soham ne shararat se kaha.
Chai ke baad dono garden mein walk karne gaye. Shaam dhal rahi thi aur aasmaan par narangi aur baingani rang bikhre hue the. Baatein karte-karte woh dono ek ghane ped ke niche ruk gaye.

"Jijoo, aap kabhi kabhi itne sweet lagte ho ki lagta hai aapko kisi ladki ne ab tak churaya kaise nahi," Amrita ne aankh maarte hue kaha, par uski awaaz mein ek sacchayi thi.

Soham ne thodi der use dekha, phir dheere se bola, "Shayad isliye kyunki main kisi ek ladki ka ho gaya hoon... lekin usne ab tak realize nahi kiya."

Amrita ka dil zoron se dhadka. Usne Soham ki baat ka matlab samajh liya tha, par usne sirf ek challenge wali smile di. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh aag dono taraf barabar lagi hai.
Raat hone ko thi, baarish ki thandak badh rahi thi. Dono ne decide kiya ki ek light si movie dekhte hain. Living room ki lights dim thin, sirf TV ki roshni unke chehron par pad rahi hi.

Movie ke dauraan bhi woh dabi-dabi masti chalu thi. Soham ne popcorn uthate waqt "galti" se Amrita ke naram haath ko chhua. Amrita ne haath hataya nahi, balki usne apni taang sofa par upar rakh di, Soham ka rasta block karte hue.

"Yeh kya kar rahi ho madam, paon hatao," Soham ne mazaak mein kaha, par uski nazar Amrita ki chikni aur gori thighs par thi jo kurti se bahar jhaank rahi thin.

"Toh aap nikal ke dikhao," Amrita ne thoda lalkara, uske chehre par naughty expressions the.

Soham ne mazaak-mazaak mein uska paon pakad liya. Amrita ka paon itna mulayam tha ki Soham ka hath wahan se hatne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Amrita halka sa sehmi, par phir hans di. Woh bonding effortless thi, jaise dono ek comfort zone mein aa gaye hon jahan sharam piche chhut rahi thi.



Der raat jab Geeti thaki-haari ghar aayi, toh usne dekha ghar ka mahaul kaafi warm aur light hai. Soham aur Amrita hans-hans kar baatein kar rahe the.

"Arey, tum dono ki party toh abhi tak chal rahi hai?" Geeti ne muskurate hue pucha, apna bag rakhte hue.

Usne dekha ki Soham ka chehra khila hua hai aur Amrita kaafi khush hai. Geeti ko laga ki Soham aur uski behen ke beech ek healthy, sweet dosti ban gayi hai. Us masoom ko kya pata tha ki uski gair-haziri mein ghar ke har kone mein ek forbidden connection ki khushboo bas chuki thi.

Geeti ne Soham ko gale lagaya, par Soham ki nazrein abhi bhi Amrita se takra rahi thin.
Agle din ki subah thodi der se shuru hui. Soham Delhi ki thakan aur raat ki bechaini ki wajah se deri se jaga. Jab usne aankhein kholi, toh suraj ki roshni parde cheer kar kamre mein aa rahi thi. Geeti pehle hi uth chuki thi aur kitchen se masalon ki khushboo aur bartanon ki aawaaz aa rahi thi—woh lunch ki taiyari mein vyast thi.

 
Soham ne angdayi li aur bed se uth kar kamre se bahar nikla. Uska irada seedha bathroom jaane ka tha, par jaise hi woh hallway mein pahuncha, bathroom ka darwaza khula.

Saamne Amrita khadi thi.

Soham ke kadam wahi jam gaye. Amrita ne sirf ek chhota sa safed towel apne badan par lapeta hua tha. Towel uski chest se shuru hokar uski thighs ke beech tak hi pahunch raha tha. Uska badan abhi bhi geela tha, aur paani ki nanhi boondein uske gore kandhon aur collarbone par motiyon ki tarah chamak rahi thin. Uske bheege baal shoulders par bikhre the, aur paani dheere-dheere tapak kar towel ke upar se uske badan par rasta bana raha tha.

Amrita ne Soham ko dekha aur ek pal ke liye freeze ho gayi. Do hafte tak Soham ghar par nahi tha, toh woh aur Geeti aksar aise hi aazaadi se ghumti thin. Woh bhool gayi thi ki ab Soham ghar wapas aa chuka hai.

Soham ki nazrein Amrita ke bheege badan par tik gayi thin. Safed towel Amrita ki sun-kissed skin aur uske curves ko itni khoobsurti se ubhaar raha tha ki Soham ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Subah ki thandak mein uske sharir mein ek garam lehar daud gayi. Raat ki dabi hui chahat ek dum se jaag uthi, aur uski shorts ke andar uska Lund (dick) ek baar phir tezi se sakht hone laga.

 

Oops! Sorry Jijoo!" Amrita ne dhire se kaha, uska chehra sharam se ek dum laal ho gaya.

Woh tezi se apne kamre ki taraf bhagi, par bhagte waqt uski nazar ek pal ke liye Soham ke shorts par gayi. Wahan saaf taur par ek lamba aur sakht ubhaar (bulge) nazar aa raha tha jo Soham ki arousal ko chupa nahi pa raha tha.

Amrita apne kamre mein ghusi aur darwaza band kar liya. Darwaze ke peeche khade hokar usne apna haath apne dil par rakha, jo zoron se dhadak raha tha. Usne yaad kiya ki Soham use kaise dekh raha tha—un nazron mein bhookh thi, ek aisi chahat jo Amrita ko andar tak hila gayi thi. Woh halka sa muskurayi aur phir ek dabi hui giggle (khilkhilahat) uske honthon se nikli. Use bura nahi laga; balki use maza aa raha tha ki uska bheege badan Soham ko itna bechain kar sakta hai.

Bahar hallway mein, Soham abhi bhi wahi khada tha, apni saansein kabu karne ki koshish kar raha tha.

"Soham? Tum uth gaye? Chai thandi ho rahi hai!" Geeti ne kitchen se aawaaz di.

Soham ne ek gehri saans li aur apna gala saaf kiya. "Haan Geeti, bas aa raha hoon," usne kaha, par uska dhyan abhi bhi us band darwaze par tha jiske peeche Amrita abhi-abhi gayi thi.

Woh jaanta tha ki ab yeh silsila rukne wala nahi hai. Har guzarte pal ke saath, ghar ki deewaron mein ek forbidden romance apni jagah bana raha tha.
Dopehar ka waqt tha. Mumbai ki sadkon par halki bheed thi aur aasman par kaale baadal ab bhi tair rahe the. Soham ek South Mumbai ke posh cafe mein baitha tha, baar-baar apne coffee mug ke handle se khel raha tha. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi wahi morning wala nazara ghum raha tha—Amrita ka woh bheega badan, safed towel, aur uski shararat bhari giggle.

Tabhi Aashish ne entry li. Aashish, Soham ka college ka sabse purana dost, jo ab ek lifestyle magazine mein editor tha. Woh hamesha se thoda 'modern' aur 'open-minded' khayalon ka raha hai.

"Kya baat hai Soham? Itna sannaata kyun hai bhai? Lagta hai Delhi ki thakan utri nahi ab tak," Aashish ne kursi khichte hue mazaakiya andaaz mein kaha.

Soham ne ek feeki muskurahat di. "Thakan toh utar gayi... par dimaag kahin aur phasa hua hai."

Aashish ne waiter ko coffee ka order diya aur lean hokar Soham ki aankhon mein dekha. "Bata na yaar, kya chal raha hai? Geeti bhabhi se jhagda hua? Ya phir..." usne thoda dheere se kaha, "Kahin wahan Delhi mein koi scene toh nahi ho gaya?"

Soham ne ek gehri saans li aur table par jhuk gaya. "Nahi yaar... scene ghar par ho gaya hai. Amrita... Geeti ki behen."

Aashish ne ek zor ka thahaka lagaya. "Oho! Saali sahiba? Bhai, tu toh bada 'shaukeen' nikla! Bhabhi itni sundar hain, aur teri nazar ab saali pe hai? Kya baat hai, 'saali aadhi gharwali' wala muhavara sach kar raha hai kya?"

Soham ka chehra sakht ho gaya. "Mazaak mat kar Aashish. Main bahut serious hoon. Mujhse nahi ho raha... main use dekhta hoon toh mera control chhutne lagta hai. Aaj subah... use towel mein dekh kar... I mean, it was wrong. Par mere andar kuch ho raha hai jo main rok nahi pa raha."

Aashish ka mazaakiya mood ek dum se gayab ho gaya. Usne dekha ki Soham ke hath kaanp rahe the. "Shit, Soham. Tu sach mein phas gaya hai. Par Geeti? Woh toh tujhse bahut pyaar karti hai. Dhokha dega use?"

"Wahi toh problem hai!" Soham ne thoda chilla kar kaha, phir apni awaaz dhimi ki. "Main Geeti ko dhokha nahi dena chahta. Par Amrita ke liye jo attraction hai, woh meri body aur dimaag par kabza kar raha hai. Main dishwasher mein ya TV dekhte waqt bhi sirf use hi imagine karta hoon."

Aashish ne coffee ka sip liya aur kuch der sochta raha. Phir usne ek ajeeb si smile di. "Dekh Soham, solution simple hai par thoda teekha hai. Tune kabhi 'Open Relationship' ya 'Hotwife' concept ke baare mein suna hai?"

Soham ne sawaliya nazron se dekha. "Matlab? Wahi jo movies mein hota hai? Swingers?"

"Nahi, har baar swinger nahi hota," Aashish ne samjhaya. "Dekh, tera guilt isliye hai kyunki tu akele kuch 'forbidden' karna chahta hai. Par agar tu aur Geeti ek-doosre ko aazaadi de do? Agar tu Amrita ke saath hai, toh Geeti ko bhi toh maza aane de kisi aur ke saath."

Soham ka chehra pale ho gaya. "Kya bakwaas kar raha hai? Geeti kisi aur ke saath? Main tolerate nahi kar paunga!"

Aashish ne mazaak mein kaha, "Kyun? Tu kare toh 'attraction', woh kare toh 'charitraheen'? Soch Soham... agar Geeti ek 'Hotwife' ban jaye, aur tu use kisi aur ke saath dekhe ya bas jaane ki woh kisi aur ke saath hai... tera guilt khatam ho jayega. Kyunki tab tum dono barabar hoge. In fact, use kisi aur ke saath imagine karna tujhe aur bhi zyada excite karega."

Soham chup ho gaya. Uske dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa conflict shuru hua. Ek taraf Geeti ki masoomiyat thi, aur doosri taraf Aashish ka yeh 'unconventional' idea.

"Tu kehna chahta hai ki main use 'allow' karun kisi aur ke paas jaane ke liye?" Soham ne dabi awaaz mein pucha.

"Main keh raha hoon ki sachayi share kar," Aashish ne calmly bola. "Use bata ki tu kya feel kar raha hai. Use bhi ek partner consider karne de. Agar woh mature hai, toh samjhegi. Aur yakeen maan, jab ek aurat ko pata chalta hai ki uska mard use share karne ke liye taiyar hai, toh unke beech ka connection aur bhi 'wild' ho jata hai. Tu Amrita ke saath khul sakega... bina kisi darr ke."

Soham ne apni coffee khatam ki. Uske dimaag mein ab do images thin—Amrita ka wo towel wala badan, aur Geeti... ek 'Hotwife' ke roop mein kisi ajnabi ke saath.

"Shayad tu sahi keh raha hai," Soham ne uthte hue kaha. "Humein darr mein jeene se accha hai ki hum apni boundaries hi mita dein."

Aashish ne uski peeth thapthapayi. "Good luck, brother. Par yaad rakhna, ek baar yeh darwaza khul gaya, toh wapas band nahi hota."

Soham cafe se bahar nikla. Baarish band ho chuki thi, par hawa mein ek nayi tarah ki garmi thi. Woh jaanta tha ki aaj raat ki baatchit un teeno ki zindagi hamesha ke liye badal degi.

 
Agle kuch din ghar ke andar ka mahaul ek aisi khamosh jung jaisa tha, jiske baare mein sirf Soham aur Amrita jaante the. Geeti ke liye woh uska wahi purana ghar tha, par Soham ke liye har kona ab ek gunah ki nishani banta ja raha tha.

Soham ka haal ab aisa tha ki woh jitna khud ko rokne ki koshish karta, utna hi Amrita ke khayaalon mein dasta jata. Office mein kaam karte waqt bhi, spreadsheets ki jagah use Amrita ka woh white towel wala badan aur hallway mein uski woh shararat bhari giggle yaad aati. Uska dimaag ab ek aise "loop" mein phasa tha jahan har rasta Amrita par hi khatam hota tha.
Geeti, jo ek hamesha se ek samajhdaar aur caring patni rahi thi, use ab saaf ehsaas hone laga tha ki kuch bahut bada galat ho raha hai. Soham ab usse nazrein churane laga tha. Woh ghar toh aata, par uska mann kahin aur hota.

"Soham, tum thik toh ho na?" Geeti ne ek shaam dining table par uska haath pakadte hue pucha. "Tumne dhang se khana bhi nahi khaya. Din bhar khoye-khoye rehte ho. Mujhse koi galti hui hai kya?"

Soham ne jhatke se apna haath peeche khinch liya, jaise Geeti ka sparsh use chubha ho. "Kuch nahi Geeti, tum har baat ka batangad kyun banati ho? Office mein audit chal raha hai, stress hai. Bas."

"Stress office ka hai ya mujhse door hone ka?" Geeti ki awaaz thodi kaanp rahi thi. "Pichle char dinon se tumne mujhse dhang se ek sentence tak nahi bola. Amrita se toh tum hans-hans kar baatein karte ho, par mere aate hi tum chup ho jaate ho."

Soham ne bina jawab diye kursi chhodi aur balcony ki taraf chala gaya. Uska yeh rookhapan (coldness) Geeti ke liye kisi khanjar se kam nahi tha. Use lag raha tha ki woh apne hi ghar mein ek ajnabi banti ja rahi hai.
Raat ko bedroom mein sannaata itna gehra tha ki ghadi ki 'tick-tick' bhi shor lag rahi thi. Geeti ne aaj himmat jutayi thi. Usne wahi red silk nighty pehni thi jo Soham ne use saal-girah par di thi. Usne thoda sa wahi perfume lagaya jo Soham ko madhosh kar deta tha.

Woh bed par Soham ke paas aayi aur dheere se uski peeth par apna sar rakh diya. "Soham... please... mujhse door mat jao. Main tumhari wahi Geeti hoon."

Soham palta. Geeti ki aankhon mein aansu aur chahat ka ek ajeeb mix tha. Red silk mein uska gora badan chamak raha tha. Soham ne ek gehri saans li aur use apni baahon mein bhar liya. Use laga shayad Geeti ke paas aane se Amrita ka bhoot utar jayega.

Woh Geeti ko kiss karne laga, par jaise-jaise nazdeekiyan badhi, Soham ka dimaag "dhokha" dene laga.

Jaise hi usne Geeti ki ivory skin ko chhua, use Amrita ke woh bheege hue kandhe yaad aa gaye. Jab usne Geeti ki nighty ki strap neeche ki, toh use wahi safed towel dikhne laga jo Amrita ne hallway mein lapeta tha. Woh Geeti ke honthon ko chhu raha tha, par uski band aankhon ke peeche Amrita ka chehra tha—uski wahi tirchi nazar aur woh masoom si shararat.

Uska sharir toh Geeti ke saath tha, par uski rooh Amrita ke 'forbidden' touch ke liye taras rahi thi. Ek pal aisa aaya jab Soham ke honthon se galti se "Am..." nikalte-nikalte reh gaya.

Woh achanak ek jhatke se peeche hat gaya. Uska saans phool raha tha, jaise usne koi paap kar diya ho.

"Soham? Kya hua?" Geeti ne bechaini se pucha, uska chehra hairani aur dard se bhara tha. Woh adhoorepan mein tadap rahi thi.

"I... I can't, Geeti. Bahut thakan hai. Neend aa rahi hai," Soham ne karvat badal li aur kambal odh liya.

Geeti wahi khamosh baithi rahi, andhere mein uski aankhon se aansu behne lage. Use ab yakeen ho gaya tha ki Soham ke dimaag mein koi aur hai. Woh rejection use andar tak tod gaya.

Deewar ke doosre kamre mein, Amrita shayad jaag rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi ki Soham ki har saans par ab uska pehra hai. Soham khud se nafrat kar raha tha, par woh jaanta tha ki ab woh Geeti ka "lovely husband" nahi raha—woh apni hi saali ki chahat ka qaidi ban chuka tha.

 

Raat ke 9 baj rahe the. Baahar ki baarish ab ek halki si thandak mein badal chuki thi. Geeti jab ghar aayi, toh uske chehre par din bhar ki thakan saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne apni navy blue cotton saree ka pallu thoda sambhala aur apne baalon ke bun ko dheela kiya. Bank ka audit kaafi exhausting raha tha, aur woh bas ek garam cup coffee aur Soham ka saath chahti thi.

Soham living room mein couch par baitha tha. TV band tha, par uske haath mein ek purana magazine tha jise woh bina padhe palat raha rahi tha. Uske dimaag mein Aashish ki baatein aur Amrita ka wo 'towel' wala aks kisi ghost ki tarah ghum rahe the.

"Bahut thak gayi hoon, Soham," Geeti ne kitchen ki taraf jaate hue kaha. "Chai peeyoge ya coffee?"

"Coffee... mere liye bhi ek bana do," Soham ne dabi awaaz mein kaha.

Kuch der baad Geeti do mugs lekar aayi. Usne coffee table par rakhi aur Soham ke paas baith gayi. Usne apne spectacles utare aur apni thaki hui aankhon ko masla. "Sab theek hai na? Tum aaj kuch alag hi mood mein lag rahe ho."

Soham ne coffee ka mug uthaya, par uske haath halka sa kaanp rahe the. Usne ek gehri saans li, jaise himmat jamaa raha ho. "Geeti… main tumse ek baat share karna chahta hoon. Thoda hatke hai, thoda unconventional... par main tumse ab kuch chhupana nahi chahta."

Geeti ne apna mug pakda aur thoda alert ho gayi. "Kya baat hai, Soham? Itni tension mein kyun lag rahe ho? Koi office ki problem hai?"

Soham ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Uske dimaag mein Amrita ka chehra tha, par uske saamne uski pyaari aur wafadaar patni baithi thi. "Nahi... office nahi. Hamare baare mein. Mujhe lagta hai... hum dono thoda 'stuck' feel kar rahe hain. Is routine mein, is monotony mein."

Geeti ne ek eyebrow uthayi. "Monotony? Matlab?"



"Matlab... kya tumne kabhi Open Relationship ke baare mein socha hai?"

Wahi sannaata jo Geeti ko sukoon deta tha, ab ek bhayanak sannate mein badal gaya. Geeti ka haath wahi jam gaya. Coffee ki bhap uske chehre se takra rahi thi, par use lag raha tha jaise kisi ne us par barf fenk di ho.

"Kya??" Geeti ki awaaz thodi unchi aur tharrati hui thi. "Soham... tum hosh mein toh ho?"

Soham ne nazrein churayi, par phir khud ko sambhala. "Mujhe lagta hai... exploring outside the marriage, together—mutually, honestly—could bring clarity. Hum dono ko ek naya perspective mil sakta hai. Main chahta hoon ki tum bhi... aazaad mehsoos karo."

"Are you even listening to yourself, Soham?" Geeti ka chehra suddenly pale ho gaya, aur uski thakan ab gusse mein badal rahi thi. "Tum mujhse keh rahe ho ki main kisi aur mard ke saath... rishte mein jaaun? Taaki tumhare dimaag ka 'stuck' feel hona khatam ho sake? That too with your 'permission'?"

Soham ne uska haath pakadna chaha, par Geeti ne jhatke se apna haath chhuda liya. "Nahi, mera matlab tumhe force karna nahi tha. Main bas soch raha tha… agar hum dono chahein, toh—"

"Toh tum khud kisi aur ke saath hona chahte ho, right?" Geeti ki aankhon mein aansuon ki chamak thi, par woh aansu dukh ke nahi, betrayal ke the. "Aur isiliye mujhe bhi ‘allow’ kar rahe ho taaki tumhara guilt kam ho jaye? Wow, Soham. Kitne considerate ho tum! Mere liye itna bada 'sacrifice'?"

Soham ne kuch bolne ki koshish ki, "Geeti, please. Main sirf honest hona chahta hoon. Aashish se baat ki thi maine aur—"

"Aashish?" Geeti khadi ho gayi, uska seena gusse se oopar-neeche ho raha tha. "Honest hone ka matlab yeh nahi hota ki tum kisi bhi waqt meri zindagi mein bomb phod do. Tumne kabhi socha main kya mehsoos karungi? Main yahan din bhar kaam karke aati hoon taaki tumhare saath thoda sukoon bita sakun, aur tum mujhe kisi aur mard ke bistar mein bhej rahe ho?"

Soham couch par hi baitha raha, uska sar jhuka hua tha. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki Aashish ka 'modern' mashwara haqeeqat mein kitna kadwa tha.

Geeti bedroom ki taraf chali gayi. Darwaze ke handle par haath rakha, par andar jaane se pehle woh palti. Uski aankhein ab shola ban chuki thin. Usne ek last line boli—itni dheemi par itni teekhi ki Soham ka kaleja kaap gaya:

"Agar main kal kisi aur ke saath hoti na... kya tum tolerate kar paate, Soham? Kya sach mein tum mujhe kisi aur ki baahon mein dekh kar itne hi 'honest' reh paate?"

Darwaza zor se band ho gaya.

Soham couch pe akela reh gaya—silent, shaken, and unsure. Usne ek aisi deewar khadi kar di thi jise shayad woh ab kabhi gira nahi payega. Par uske dimaag ke ek kone mein, Geeti ka wahi sawal goonj raha tha—kya woh tolerate kar paata?

Andhere mein baith kar, Soham ko realize hua ki usne shayad wo cheez tod di hai jo un dono ko baandhe hue thi. Aur deewar ke doosre kamre mein, Amrita shayad ye sab sun rahi thi... ya shayad woh agle mod ka intezaar kar rahi thi.