Incest Gaon Ki Kunwari Se Mumbai Ki Lund-Pyaasi Randi Tak: Ek Dusky Diva Ki Kahani

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Dakini: Ek Dusky Diva Ki Kahani

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Subah 8:15 baje phone ki ringtone ne flat ko jagaya. Dakini bed pe hi uth
baithi
 baal chehre pe latke hue. Vikram uske paas hi let gaya tha raat bhar, ab usne bhi aankh kholi. Priya dusre room se awaaz sun ke bahar aayi, aankhon mein neend ki kami. Dakini ne call uthaya. International brand ka manager tha – calm, professional awaaz. “Dakini, aapka cover dekh ke humara team impressed hai. Milan Fashion Week mein hum aapko ek major campaign slot de rahe hain. 3 din mein flight hai. Contract details email kar rahe hain. Ready?”
Dakini ke dil mein ek gehra sa current dauda. Usne sirf “Yes, thank you” bola aur phone cut kiya. Vikram ne uske haath pakad liye. “Milan. Yeh bada step hai.” Priya bhi paas aa gayi, uske chehre pe khushi aur thoda sa dar. “Didi… aap Milan ja rahi hain? Main yahan akeli…” Dakini ne usko kheench ke baitha liya aur bola, “Tu ab akeli nahi rahegi. Vikram sir tujhe agency ke safe house mein shift kar denge. Aur main sirf 7 din ki trip hai.”
Teenon ne kitchen table pe baith ke coffee pi. Vikram ne plan bataya – “Main tera visa aur tickets arrange kar deta hoon. Priya ke liye security guard bhi lagwa denge. Raj ka backup delete hone wala hai aaj shaam tak. Tu Milan focus kar.” Dakini ne sir hilaaya, lekin andar se soch rahi thi ki yeh sab itna aasaan nahi hoga.
Dopahar tak email aa gaya. Contract – 4 lakh euro, two shows, ek private dinner with buyers. Dakini ne padha aur socha – yeh woh mauka hai jiske liye usne sab kuch jhela tha. Usne Vikram ko hug kiya, sirf 5 second ka, lekin usmein saara ehsaas tha. Priya ne dekh ke muskuraya aur bola, “Didi, main bhi strong banungi. Aap jaise.”
Shaam 6 baje Vikram office chala gaya. Dakini aur Priya flat mein akeli. Dono ne baith ke baatein ki – pehli baar itni gehri. Priya ne apni gaon ki story batayi, mummy ka operation, papa ki maut. Dakini ne sunte hue uske haath pakde. “Priya, jo maine jhela woh tu mat jhelna. Main tujhe sikhungi – kaise no bolna hai, kaise apne aap ko bachana hai.” Priya ne aankhein pochhi aur bola, “Didi, aapne mujhe bachaya. Ab main bhi aapke saath khadi rahungi.” Yeh baat sun ke Dakini ko pehli baar laga ki uska dard kam hua hai – ab woh sirf khud nahi, kisi aur ko bhi sambhal rahi thi.
Raat 9 baje Raj ka message aaya. Sirf ek line – “Milan ja rahi hai? Achha. Lekin backup abhi bhi safe hai mere paas. Enjoy the flight.” Dakini ne message padha, delete kiya aur Vikram ko forward kar diya. Vikram ne turant reply kiya – “Lawyers ne aaj raat delete karwa diya. Yeh sirf bluff hai ab.” Dakini ne phone side mein rakha aur balcony pe chali gayi. Hawa mein usne gehri saans li. Ab darr kam, gussa zyada tha.
Vikram raat 11 baje wapas aaya. Flat mein sirf table lamp jal raha tha. Priya so chuki thi. Vikram ne Dakini ko dekha aur dheere se paas aaya. Aaj koi bada plan nahi, sirf ek chhota sa moment. Usne Dakini ke kandhe pe haath rakha aur bola, “Tu ready hai Milan ke liye?” Dakini ne uski taraf mud ke dekha. Dono bedroom mein gaye.
Vikram ne usko bed ke paas khada kiya. Aaj sirf haathon ka khel tha pehle. Usne Dakini ki shirt ke buttons ek-ek karke khole, lekin andar haath daal ke sirf uski skin ko feel kiya – collarbone se leke kamar tak. Dakini ki saans dheere tez hone lagi. Vikram ne usko litaya aur khud uske paas let gaya. Dono ek dusre ko dekhte hue, bina kuch kahe. Vikram ne uske chehre pe ungli ghumayi, phir neck pe, phir slowly neeche. Aaj koi jaldi nahi thi. Sirf closeness – usne Dakini ki jeans ka button khola, lekin sirf haath andar daal ke kamar ko massage kiya. Dakini ne uske baal mein ungliyan daali aur dheere se kiss kiya.
Dono side by side let gaye. Vikram ne Dakini ko apne seene se sataya, ek haath uski peeth pe, dusra haath uske haath mein. Sirf saans ki awaazein. 30 minute tak yahi – koi aur movement nahi, sirf ehsaas ki gehraai. Dakini ne aankhein band ki aur socha, “Yeh sukoon ab mera hai.” Vikram ne uske maathe pe halka sa kiss kiya aur bola, “Milan mein bhi main tere saath mentally hoon.”
Raat dheere beet gayi. Subah flight ki packing shuru hone wali thi.
Lekin subah 7 baje Priya ke phone pe ek unknown call aaya. Usne uthaya toh Ravi ki awaaz thi – “Priya, Raj uncle ne message bheja hai. Agar tu Dakini ko Milan ke baare mein kuch batayegi toh teri mummy ka purana record viral ho jayega.” Priya ne call cut kiya aur dar ke Dakini ke paas bhag aayi.
Dakini ne usko gale lagaya. “Ab yeh khel khatam karne ka t
ime aa gaya.”

Subah 7:30 baje flat mein sirf Priya ke phone ki ringtone ki goonj baaki reh gayi thi. Dakini ne turant uth ke uske paas pahunchi. Priya ka chehra safed pad gaya tha, haath kaanp rahe the. “Didi… Ravi uncle… unhone mummy ke purane record ki baat ki… bol rahe the agar main aapko Milan ke baare mein kuch bataungi toh…” Dakini ne phone uske haath se le liya aur call cut kar diya. Usne Priya ko apne seene se sataya, uske baal sehlate hue bola, “Yeh unka aakhri dhamka hai. Tu ab kuch mat bolna unko. Main flight se pehle Vikram sir ko bata deti hoon.”
Priya ne aankhein pochhi. Aaj uski awaaz mein pehli baar woh halki si sakhti thi. “Didi… main dar rahi hoon, lekin aap ja rahe ho Milan… main yahan akeli nahi rahungi. Main bhi kuch karungi. Aapne mujhe bataya tha na – no bolna seekho. Main agency ke safe house mein shift ho jaungi aaj hi. Aur agar Ravi call karega toh main recording on rakhungi.” Dakini ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya. “Yeh hai meri behen. Tu strong ban rahi hai.”
Vikram 8 baje pahuncha. Usne sab sun liya aur turant lawyers ko call kiya. “Raj aur Ravi dono pe pressure badhao. Priya ko aaj hi agency ke guest house mein shift kar dete hain. Security 24 ghante.” Priya ne bag pack kiya – sirf zaruri kapde aur mummy ki photo. Jaate waqt usne Dakini ko hug kiya aur bola, “Didi, Milan mein jeet ke aana. Main yahan apni ladai ladungi.” Dakini ki aankhein bhar aayi, lekin usne muskurate hue haan kaha.
Airport tak Vikram ne usko chhodne aaya. Security check se pehle usne Dakini ke haath pakde. “Flight mein so jaana. Milan mein mera team already wait kar raha hai. Main yahan se har cheez handle karunga.” Dakini ne uske gaal pe halka sa kiss kiya aur boarding gate ki taraf mud gayi. Business class seat pe baithte hi usne window se bahar dekha – Mumbai ki bheed dheere dheere chhoti hoti ja rahi thi.
Flight 9 ghante ki thi. Dakini ne mask laga ke aankhein band ki. Dim lights mein uske dimag mein sab ghum raha tha – gaon ki mitti, maa ka hospital bed, Ravi ka pehla studio, Raj ka suite, Paris ki taaliyan, aur ab Priya ki woh nai himmat. Usne notebook nikala aur kuch lines likhi – “Ab main sirf apne liye nahi, Priya ke liye bhi lad rahi hoon.” Flight ke beech mein thoda sa turbulence aaya, lekin Dakini ne sirf smile kiya. “Yeh bhi guzar jaayega.”
Milan airport pe utarte hi thandi hawa ne usko jaga diya. Brand ka driver wait kar raha tha. Car mein baithte hi usne Vikram ko call kiya – “Pahunch gayi. Sab safe.” Hotel – ek chhota sa boutique place Lake Como ke paas. Room mein pahunch ke Dakini ne bag rakha aur balcony pe khadi ho gayi. Milan ki hawa mein thodi si barish ki boondein gir rahi thi. Usne apne haathon ko railing pe rakha aur gehri saans li. Pehla meeting kal subah tha – brand ke creative director ke saath.
Shaam 7 baje Priya ka message aaya. “Didi, main safe house mein pahunch gayi. Ravi ne do baar call kiya, maine uthaya nahi. Recording on rakhi hai. Aap tension mat lo.” Dakini ne reply kiya – “Tu meri shaan hai.” Usne phone side mein rakha aur shower le liya. Garam paani neeche se upar tak beh raha tha. Aaj koi dard nahi tha, sirf ek naya ehsaas – ki woh ab control mein hai.
Raat 10 baje Vikram ka video call aaya. Dono ne baat ki – dheere dheere. Vikram ne poocha, “Thak gayi hogi.” Dakini ne smile kiya aur bola, “Thodi si. Lekin yahan ki hawa alag hai.” Call ke end mein Vikram ne kaha, “Kal meeting mein confident rehna. Main yahan se dekh raha hoon.” Call cut hone ke baad Dakini bed pe let gayi. Aaj koi bada moment nahi, sirf khud se baat – usne apne haathon ko apne pet pe rakha aur socha, “Ab yeh sharir sirf mera hai.”
Lekin subah 6 baje Raj ka last message aaya – “Milan mein bhi mera nazar hai. Backup delete nahi hua. Enjoy the show… jab tak chal raha hai.”
Dakini ne message padha, delete kiya aur uth ke ready hone lagi. “Ab yeh nazar todne ka time aa gaya.”


Milan airport se hotel tak ki car ride mein Dakini ne bahar ki thandi hawa ko chehre pe liya. Lake Como ki taraf jaate hue raste pe purane Italian buildings, chhote-chhote cafes aur door tak pahunchti hui pahadiyan – sab kuch bilkul alag tha Mumbai ke pollution se. Driver ne English mein thoda guide kiya, “Signora, yeh area fashion week ke liye famous hai. Aapka brand yahan ka top client hai.” Dakini ne sir hila diya, lekin uska dhyan window ke bahar tha. Raj ka subah wala message abhi bhi dimag mein ghum raha tha, lekin usne socha – ab yeh sirf words hain, asli power ab mere paas hai.
Hotel pahunchte hi reception ne usko personally welcome kiya. Suite third floor pe tha – chhota lekin elegant, wooden floor, king size bed, balcony se lake ka direct view. Bag rakhte hi Dakini ne fresh hone ke liye shower liya. Garam paani uski dusky skin pe beh raha tha, baal peeche ki taraf latak gaye the. Usne mirror mein apne ko dekha – intense aankhein ab thodi thaki hui thi flight se, lekin figure ab training ke baad aur bhi sharp ho gaya tha. 36D boobs abhi bhi heavy the, kamar patli, gaand tight. Usne towel lapet ke bahar aayi aur bed pe let gayi. Phone pe Priya ka message tha – “Didi, safe house mein sab theek. Ravi ne aaj call nahi kiya. Aap enjoy karo Milan.” Dakini ne reply kiya, “Tu bhi strong reh. Main kal meeting ke baad call karungi.”
Shaam 8 baje brand ka assistant call kiya – “Dakini, creative director Alessandro aap se milna chahte hain. Hotel ke lounge mein 9 baje. Casual dinner.” Dakini ne simple black dress pehna – knee length, deep neckline jo uske cleavage ko naturally highlight karta tha, baal open, halka makeup. Lounge mein pahunchte hi usne Alessandro ko dekha. 35 saal ka Italian, tall, sharp jawline, dark hair thode messy, blue eyes aur woh European charm jo seedha dil mein utar jaata hai. Usne white shirt aur black jeans pehna tha, smile mein confidence tha. “Dakini! Welcome to Milan. I saw your cover – you are fire.” Usne haath milaya, touch thoda zyada der tak raha.
Dono table pe baith gaye. Wine order hui, Italian pasta aur salad. Baatein shuru hui – fashion, struggles, Paris ka experience. Alessandro ne kaha, “I know industry is tough for girls like you. But you have something raw. Tomorrow’s shoot is private – just me, you and my camera. No team. I want to capture the real Dakini.” Dakini ne wine ka sip liya aur muskurayi, “I’m ready. No filters.” Dinner ke end tak baatein personal ho gayi – Alessandro ne apni ex ki story batayi, kaise usne bhi modeling world mein dhokha khaya tha. Dakini ne thoda apna past share kiya, bina details ke. Jab woh uthi toh Alessandro ne usko lift tak chhoda aur bola, “Sleep well, beautiful. Tomorrow we create magic.”
Raat ko room mein aake Dakini ne Vikram ko call kiya. Baat hui – dheere se, pyar se. Vikram ne poocha, “Meeting kaisi thi?” Dakini ne sirf “Achhi thi, director friendly hai” bola. Call cut hone ke baad usne balcony pe khade hokar lake ki lights dekhi. Dil mein ek chhoti si halki si lehrajat thi – Alessandro ki woh smile, woh touch. Usne khud ko samjhaya, “Bas professional hai. Vikram hai mera.”
Agli subah 9 baje shoot location pe pahunchi – brand ka private villa lake ke kinare. Sirf Alessandro aur uska assistant (jo bahar wait kar raha tha). Villa ka bedroom set kiya gaya tha – soft natural light, white sheets, huge mirror. Alessandro ne kaha, “Today we do intimate series. Start with the dress you are wearing.” Dakini ne change kiya – sheer white lingerie jo brand ne diya tha. Shoot shuru hua. Poses normal the pehle – bed pe letna, mirror mein dekhna, baal kholna. Alessandro camera pe click karta raha, “Yes… eyes on me… perfect.”
Phir mood badla. Alessandro ne bola, “Now lose the top. Natural light on your skin.” Dakini ne top utara. Uske heavy dusky boobs bahar aa gaye, dark brown nipples thande air se khade. Alessandro paas aaya, camera side mein rakha aur bola, “May I adjust?” Usne haathon se uske boobs ko dheere se position kiya, thumb se nipple ko halka touch kiya. Dakini ka sharir kaanp gaya – yeh touch alag tha, na force, na majboori, sirf pure admiration. “You are art,” usne whisper kiya.
Shoot ke beech mein break hua. Dono balcony pe coffee peene gaye. Alessandro ne uske haath pakda aur bola, “Dakini, I have never seen skin like yours. Dusky gold. Tonight… after shoot… dinner at my place? No pressure, just talk.” Dakini ne aankhein neeche ki, lekin andar se ek naya current daud raha tha. Usne haan kar diya – “Okay. Just dinner.”
Shaam ko shoot khatam hua. Alessandro ne usko apne chhote se lakeside apartment le gaya. Wine khuli, music soft. Baatein gehri hoti gayi. Alessandro ne usko kiss kiya – pehle sirf lips pe, dheere. Dakini ne pehle mana kiya, “I have someone in Mumbai…” lekin Alessandro ne kaha, “One night. No strings. You deserve to feel free.” Dakini ki majboori, Paris ke dard, Vikram ki doori – sab mix ho gaya. Usne aankhein band ki aur kiss wapas kiya.
Alessandro ne usko bedroom mein le gaya. Dress dheere se utari. Usne Dakini ko bed pe litaya aur uski dusky skin ko worship kiya – neck se leke boobs tak, har inch ko kiss, zubaan se chaatna. Nipples ko 20 minute tak choosa, kaata, muh mein liya. Dakini ki saans tez, “Alessandro… slow…” Phir neeche chut tak. Usne zubaan se chaatna shuru kiya – clit ko suck karke, andar ungliyan daal ke, 25 minute tak. Dakini pehli baar itna enjoy kar rahi thi bina guilt ke – orgasm aaya, pura sharir hil gaya.
Phir asli cheez. Alessandro ka lund 9 inch lamba, mota. Missionary mein ghusa – dheere, lekin gehra. Har dhakke pe woh Italian mein kuch bolta, “Bella… mia…” 40 minute tak missionary, phir doggy – uski moti gaand pakad ke zor se, lekin pyar se. Dakini chillayi, “Aur… deeper…” Last mein cowgirl – woh upar, hips ghuma ke, boobs bounce karte hue. Dono saath jhade – Alessandro andar hi.
Subah jab Dakini uthi, Alessandro so raha tha. Usne window se bahar dekha. Dil mein ab guilt ka toofan tha – Vikram ka chehra yaad aa gaya. “Yeh kya kar diya maine…” Usne jaldi se kapde pehne aur hotel laut aayi.
Lekin hotel pahunchte hi Vikram ka message – “Milan shoot ke photos aaye hain. Tum bahut hot lag rahi ho. Miss you.” Dakini ne phone pakda, aankhein bhar aayi.
Aur yeh tha naya twist – ek raat ki azaadi jo ab uske dil ko aur gehra dard de sakti thi.



Milan ke hotel room mein subah ki pehli dhup dheere se curtain ke gap se andar aayi. Dakini bed pe baithi thi, knees ko chest se sataye hue, baal khule hue latak rahe the. Usne raat bhar ki baatein dimag se nikaalne ki koshish ki, lekin Alessandro ke woh blue eyes, uski zubaan ki gehraai, uske haathon ka woh touch – sab kuch abhi bhi uski dusky skin pe mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne apne haathon ko apne boobs pe rakha, jaise unko chhupana chahti ho. “Vikram… maine kya kar diya,” usne dheere se whisper kiya. Aankhon se ek aansu nikal aaya aur bedsheet pe gir gaya.
Usne uth ke shower liya. Paani tez tha, garam, lekin aaj usne apne sharir ko chhuna bhi nahi – sirf khadi rahi, aankhein band, sochti rahi ki kaise ek raat ne sab badal diya. Vikram ka message aaya tha raat ko hi – “Milan ki hawa mein tu aur bhi sundar lag rahi hogi. Call kar jab free ho.” Dakini ne reply nahi kiya. Usne towel lapeta aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Chehre pe wohi intense aankhein, lekin aaj unmein ek naya dard tha – khud se nafrat ka.
Brand ka car 10 baje pick karne aaya. Aaj ka schedule tha – fitting for the second show aur ek private lunch with buyers. Dakini ne simple white blouse aur black trousers pehne, makeup minimal. Car mein baithte hi uska phone baja. Alessandro. Usne call uthaya. “Buongiorno, bella. Last night… was magic. Today after fitting, my place again? I have wine and no schedule.” Dakini ke dil mein ek taraf mana karne ko kaha, dusri taraf woh raat ki yaad neeche se garam hone lagi. Usne dheere bola, “Alessandro… last night was mistake. I can’t.” Lekin uski awaaz mein woh conviction nahi thi. Alessandro hanssa, “No mistake, just feeling. Come for lunch only. No pressure.” Call cut hone ke baad Dakini ne window se bahar dekha. Lake ki hawa andar aa rahi thi, lekin andar ka toofan shant nahi ho raha tha.
Fitting room mein brand team ne usko new collection try karwaya – ek deep red gown, side slits tak, back almost open. Dakini mirror mein khadi thi jab Alessandro wahan pahunch gaya. Usne team ko thank kiya aur Dakini ke paas aaya. “You look dangerous in this.” Usne haath se uski kamar ko touch kiya – sirf adjust karne ke bahane, lekin ungliyan thodi der tak wahi ruki. Dakini ka sharir react kar gaya, nipples blouse ke andar khade ho gaye. “Alessandro… please,” usne dheere kaha. Lekin woh peeche nahi hata. “After lunch. Just one hour. I want to taste you again, slowly this time.”
Lunch ke baad dono uske apartment laut gaye. Aaj koi wine nahi, seedha bedroom. Alessandro ne Dakini ko wall se sataya aur uske lips ko chuma – gehra, slow, jaise pehle raat se bhi zyada jaan bujh kar. Usne blouse ke buttons ek-ek karke khole, bra kholi. Uske heavy dusky boobs bahar aaye. Usne unko dono haathon mein uthaya, nipples ko zubaan se ghumaya, choosa, halka sa kaata – 25 minute tak sirf boobs pe focus, koi jaldi nahi. Dakini ki saans tez ho gayi, haath uske baal mein. “I shouldn’t… but god…” Alessandro ne usko bed pe litaya, trousers utare, panty side mein kiya aur chut ko chaatna shuru kiya – zubaan se lips alag karke, clit ko suck karke, andar do ungliyan dheere ghuma ke. Dakini ke hips upar uth rahe the, “Alessandro… deeper… ahh…” Orgasm aaya, lekin is baar woh chillayi nahi, sirf gehri siskari li.
Phir Alessandro ne apna lund bahar nikala. Aaj spooning position mein peeche se ghusa – dheere, gehra, ek haath se clit rub karta hua, dusre se boobs masalta hua. 35 minute tak yahi rhythm, kabhi slow, kabhi thoda tez. Dakini ne khud hips peeche karke saath diya. Last mein dono saath pahunche, uske andar hi. Subah jaisa guilt tha, lekin ab thoda kam – jaise body jeet rahi thi dil se.
Hotel wapas aate hi Priya ka call aaya. “Didi, maine Ravi ko recording bhej diya agency ke lawyers ko. Woh ghabra gaya hai. Aapka shoot kaisa hai?” Dakini ne jhooth bola, “Bahut achha. Tu safe reh.” Call cut karte hi Vikram ka video call aaya. Usne uthaya. Vikram muskuraya, “Teri awaaz thodi alag lag rahi hai. Thak gayi?” Dakini ne smile kiya, lekin aankhein neeche ki. “Haan… shoot ka pressure.” Vikram ne kaha, “Miss you. Jaldi wapas aa.”
Call cut hone ke baad Dakini balcony pe baith gayi. Lake ki hawa mein usne socha – “Yeh kya ho raha hai mere saath? Vikram ko pata chala toh…” Lekin Alessandro ka next message aaya – “Tomorrow night, my place. Full night. I want to explore every inch again.”
Aur tabhi Raj ka ek purana contact se message aaya Mumbai se – “Dakini, Milan mein maza aa raha hai? Main sab jaanta hoon. Ek photo bhej raha hoon.” Photo mein Alessandro ke apartment ke bahar ki car thi, usmein Dakini baithi dikhai de rahi thi.
Dakini ka dil zor se dhak se reh gaya.