Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

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Srivalli ki aankhein dheere-dheere khuli. Uska sar bhari hua tha, jism mein ek thakawat aur dard ka milan jaise koi bhaari truck uske upar se guzar gaya ho. Woh ek badi si luxury bedroom mein leti thi – Dave ke personal villa ka master suite. Uski nangi body sirf ek thin silk sheet se dhanki hui thi. Uske bade-bade boobs ab bhi laal aur chuse hue the, nipples par faint bite marks. Lekin sabse zyada dard uski chut mein tha.  




Dave ne kal raat gangbang ke baad uski chut ko “special treatment” diya tha – ek chhoti si suturing surgery. Sirf 4-5 tight stitches uski already swollen aur stretched chut ke lips par. Ab woh bilkul tight, virgin jaisi feel ho rahi thi… lekin har saans ke saath dard ki current chal rahi thi. Srivalli ne haath neeche kiya aur apni chut ko halke se chhua. “Aaaahhh…” ek halki si cheekh nikal gayi. Stitches khinch rahe the. Har movement mein lag raha tha jaise koi garam sui andar chubh rahi ho.  

“Morning, my stitched Indian slut,” Dave ka deep American accent kamre mein goonja. Woh sirf ek bathrobe mein bed ke paas baitha tha, haath mein ek tablet. Uske chehre par wohi sadistic smile tha jo Srivalli ab jaanti thi bahut achhe se.  

Srivalli ki aankhein bhar aayi. “Dave… please… mujhe jaane do. Pushpa… hospital… mujhe uske paas jaana hai.” Uske bolte hi aansu behne lage.  

Dave hasa aur bed par uske paas aa gaya. Usne sheet ko ek jhatke se hata diya. Srivalli ki nangi body saamne thi – uski chut par chhote-chhote black stitches clearly dikhai de rahe the, thodi si swelling ke saath. Dave ne apna bada sa haath uski chut par rakh diya aur ek ungli ko stitches ke paas ghumaya.  

“Shhh… relax, baby. Stitches kal raat hi daale the taaki tumhari chut phir se tight ho jaaye. Har baar jab koi lund andar jayega, tumhe lagega jaise pehli baar chud rahi ho. Pain + pleasure ka perfect mix.” Usne halke se pressure diya. Srivalli ki poori body ek current se kaanp gayi. “Aaaahhh… dard ho raha hai Dave… bahut dard… please mat chhuo…”  

Lekin Dave ne nahi chhoda. Usne tablet on kiya aur Srivalli ke muh ke saamne rakh diya. Screen par video shuru hua – **Srivalli ka apna gangbang video**. Kal raat ka pura recorded footage.  

Pehla scene: Srivalli lehenga mein dance kar rahi thi, phir Dave ne uska pallu khinch kar uske boobs bahar nikaal diye the. Arab Prince aur French Guy dono uske boobs choos rahe the. Srivalli video mein khud ko dekh rahi thi – uski aankhein band, muh khula, “Ahhh… ahhh… slower… please…” bol rahi thi jabki uski chut mein Dave ka lund andar-bahar ho raha tha.  

“Ye… ye main nahi hoon… ye… forced tha…” Srivalli rone lagi, lekin uski chut mein ek ajab si garmi failne lagi. Stitches ke wajah se dard aur zyada ho gaya tha, phir bhi video dekh kar uski body react kar rahi thi. 


 

Dave ne ek ungli stitches ke andar halke se push ki. “Dekho apni randi wali shakal, Srivalli. Double vaginal – tumhari chut ko do lund ek saath stretch kar rahe the. Dekho kaise tumne khud apni taange failayi thi aur chillayi thi ‘Aur zor se… aur zor se…’”  



Video mein ab Adamath uski gaand mein lund pel raha tha aur Arab Prince uski chut mein. Srivalli ka chehra video mein pura laal, aankhein upar chadhi hui, muh se raseela laar tapak raha tha. Usne video mein khud ko squirt karte dekha – paani ki dhaar bed par gir rahi thi jabki stitches wali surgery abhi nahi hui thi.  

Srivalli ki real-life chut ab leak karne lagi thi. Stitches ke around se thoda sa clear fluid nikal raha tha. Dard itna tha ki woh kaanp rahi thi, lekin video dekh kar uski body betray kar rahi thi. “Nahi… band karo… mujhe dard ho raha hai… chut jal rahi hai…”  

Dave ne has kar ungli andar-bahar ki – stitches ke saath. “Pain is good, slut. Yeh stitches sirf 7 din ke liye hain. Har din main check karunga. Ab jaao hospital. Pushpa ko milo. Lekin yaad rakhna – ek bhi galti, aur yeh pura video Pushpa ke phone par… with your moaning voice.”  

Usne tablet band kiya aur Srivalli ko ek simple black salwar-kameez diya – koi undergarments nahi. “Dress up. My driver will drop you at the hospital. Act normal. Cry, hug, whatever. But remember… your stitched cunt belongs to me now.”  

Srivalli kapde pehen rahi thi. Har step mein chut ke stitches khinch rahe the. Jaise koi garam taar andar se khinch raha ho. Usne mirror mein dekha – uski walk thodi si limp thi, aankhein red. Woh bahar nikli. Dave ke driver ne usko private hospital ke bahar drop kiya.  

Srivalli ne hospital ke gate par pahunchte hi apne aansu rokne ki koshish ki… lekin jab Pushpa ke ward ke bahar pahunchi, aansu apne aap behne lage. Usne darwaza khola aur andar daudti hui gayi.  

Hospital mae

Pushpa Raj ki aankhein dheere-dheere khuli. Private hospital ka VIP room. White sheets, beeping machines, aur uske charo taraf family. Uske maa, chacha, chachi, aur kuch cousins. Pushpa ka chehra peela pada tha, jail ke 10 dinon ne usko toot kar rakh diya tha. Lekin jab usne Srivalli ko dekha, uske hothon par ek kamzor smile aa gaya.  

Srivalli darwaze se andar bhagi. Uske aansu beh rahe the. Salwar-kameez mein bhi uski badi gaand aur boobs ka shape saaf dikhai de raha tha. Woh seedhe Pushpa ke bed par jhuk gayi aur usko gale se laga liya. “Pushpa ji… aap… aap theek ho… main… main mar hi jaati…” Uske rone ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Har rone ke saath uski chut ke stitches khinch rahe the. Dard itna tha ki uski taange kaanp rahi thi, lekin woh chhupa rahi thi.  

Pushpa ne kamzor haath se uske baal sehlaaye. “Rani… tu yahan… main soch raha tha tu ghar par safe hai…”  

Family ke sab log emotional ho gaye. Pushpa ki maa ne Srivalli ke sar par haath rakh kar kaha, “Beta Srivalli… tu kahan thi itne din? Humne kitni baar call kiya… tu jawab hi nahi de rahi thi.”  



Srivalli ne aansu ponchhte hue, rone ki awaaz mein kaha, “Maa ji… main… main badi-badi logon se mil rahi thi. Ministers, businessmen… kisi se bhi madad maang rahi thi Pushpa ji ke liye. Raat bhar neend nahi aati thi… bas unke offices ke bahar wait karti thi.” Usne jhooth bolte hue apni chut ke dard ko control kiya. Stitches ab aur tight feel ho rahe the jaise har jhooth ke saath dard badh raha ho.  

Sab logon ne saans li. Chacha ne kaha, “Bahut badi baat hai beta. Tu akeli itna sab kiya…”  

Tabhi sabka dhyan darwaze ki taraf gaya. Kaveri andar aayi – halki si limp walk, simple pink kurti aur salwar mein. Uski aankhein neeche, chehra laal. Uske peeche Jolly Reddy khada tha, uske kandhe par haath rakh kar “protective” style mein.  

Srivalli ne ek pal ke liye Jolly ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek flash of doubt aur gussa tha, lekin woh chhupa liya.  

Pushpa ki maa ne poocha, “Kaveri beta… tu kahan thi? Aur Jolly bhaiya… aap yahan?”  

Jolly ne muskurate hue, bilkul calm awaaz mein kaha, “Arre aunty, main bhi help kar raha tha na. Kaveri beti mujhe milne aayi thi ro-ro kar. Usne kaha ki Pushpa bhaiya jail mein hain… maine turant CM sahab ko call kiya. Rudra uncle ne personally jailor se baat ki aur bail papers sign karwa diye. Hum dono din-raat iske peeche lage the.”  

Kaveri ne sirf sir hila diya. Uski awaaz bahut halki thi, “Haan… aunty… Jolly bhaiya ne bahut madad ki. CM uncle bhi… unhone kaha ki family ke liye kuch bhi.” Usne baat karte hue apne chut ke andar ka dard feel kiya – kal raat CM Rudra ne jo kiya tha, ab bhi uske andar jal raha tha. Lekin usne kuch nahi dikhaya.  


Pushpa ne kamzor smile kiya. “Meri rani… aur meri bhanji… dono ne mera itna khayal rakha. Main… main bahut lucky hoon.” Usne Srivalli ka haath pakda aur dabaya. Srivalli ne muskurane ki koshish ki, lekin andar se soch rahi thi – *Yeh haath kal raat tak Dave aur uske doston ke lund pakad rahi thi… aur ab yeh stitches…*  

Doctor andar aaya aur bola, “Patient ko rest chahiye. Family bahar jaaye. Sirf wife reh sakti hai.”  

Sab log bahar gaye. Jolly ne Kaveri ko bahar le jaate hue uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Kal raat ready rehna… CM sahab ka call aa sakta hai.” Kaveri ka sharir kaanpa.  

Room mein sirf Srivalli aur Pushpa. Pushpa neend mein chala gaya tha. Srivalli uske paas baithi thi, uska haath pakde. Usne apni salwar ke andar haath daal kar chut ko halke se dabaaya. Stitches ab bhi dard de rahe the. Video ki yaadein aa rahi thi – uski khud ki cheekhein, do lund ek saath, squirt…  

Usne aansu ponchhe aur Pushpa ke maathe ko chuma. “Sab theek ho jayega… main hoon na aapke saath.”  

Lekin uske andar ek alag hi aag jal rahi thi – Dave ka message abhi bhi uske phone par pending tha: “Stitches check karwa lena… next meet jaldi.”  

Hospital ka VIP room ab dheere-dheere sannata mein doob raha tha. Family sab log bahar nikal chuke the – Pushpa ki maa ne Srivalli ke sar par haath pherte hue kaha tha, “Beta, tu yahin rehna. Hum subah aayenge. Pushpa ko koi pareshani ho toh turant doctor ko bolna.” Chacha aur cousins ne bhi haath mila kar thanks kaha aur chale gaye. Kaveri bhi bahar hi thi – usne sirf door se ek nazar maari thi aur phir chup-chaap lift ki taraf chali gayi thi. Kisi ne uski limp walk par zyada dhyan nahi diya. Jolly ne usko car tak chhod diya tha, lekin woh sab Srivalli ke liye ab door ki baat thi.

Room mein sirf do log bache the – Pushpa aur Srivalli.

Pushpa ki aankhein band thi. Jail ke dino ki thakaan aur medicines ka asar ab poora utar raha tha. Uski saansen dheemi aur regular thi. Chehra ab bhi peela pada tha, gaal andar dhase hue, lekin uske hothon par ek halki si sukoon bhari muskaan thi. Jaise abhi bhi sapna dekh raha ho ki uski rani uske paas hi baithi hai. Srivalli uske bed ke bilkul paas ek chair par baithi thi. Uski ek taraf ka haath Pushpa ke haath mein tha – uski ungliyan dheere se uske haath ko sehla rahi thi, jaise usko yakeen dilana chah rahi ho ki woh sach mein yahan hai.

Lekin andar se Srivalli ka dil toofan mein tha.

Usne apni salwar-kameez ke pallu ko thoda sa adjust kiya. Har chhoti si harkat mein uski chut ke stitches khinch rahe the. Jaise koi chhoti-chhoti sui andar se uske tight lips ko khench rahi ho. Dave ki “special surgery” abhi bhi taaza thi – sirf 24 ghante hue the. Har baar jab woh chair par shift karti, dard ki ek tez lahar uski poori body mein daud jaati. “Aaaahh…” ek bahut halki si saans uske muh se nikal gayi, lekin usne turant apna muh band kar liya. Pushpa ko kuch nahi sunna chahiye tha.


Uski aankhein ceiling par tik gayi thi. White paint ke upar bhi usko sirf kal raat ke scenes dikhai de rahe the. Dave ka villa… woh erotic lehenga… Arab Prince aur French Guy dono uske boobs par toot padte hue… Adamath ki ungliyan uski gaand mein… aur phir woh double vaginal. Do lund ek saath uski chut mein. Stretch. Pain. Aur uske bawajood woh khud chillayi thi. Video mein usne khud ko dekha tha – aankhein upar chadhi hui, muh se laar tapak rahi thi, aur woh bol rahi thi, “Aur zor se… please… mat roko…”

Srivalli ne apna neeche ka haath apne pet par rakh diya. Stitches ke upar halka sa pressure. Dard badh gaya, lekin saath hi ek ajab si garmi bhi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi si geeli thi – Dave ke last creampie ka kuch hissa stitches ke around se leak ho raha tha, salwar ke andar. Woh soch rahi thi – *Yeh sab maine Pushpa ji ke liye kiya… unhone mujhe jail se nikaalne ke liye… lekin phir bhi… meri body kyun itni gandi ho gayi? Kyun har baar yaad aate hi meri chut contract karti hai?*

Ek aansu uski aankh se nikal kar gaal par beh gaya. Usne jaldi se usko ponchha. Pushpa ki taraf dekha – woh abhi bhi so raha tha. Usne uske maathe ko halke se chuma. “Pushpa ji… aapko kuch nahi pata na? Aap soch rahe honge ki main ghar par thi… ya ministers se madad maang rahi thi. Lekin main… main un logon ki randi ban chuki hoon. Dave… Jolly… Admiath… sabke saamne nangi… sabke lund andar… aur aaj bhi yeh stitches… har saans mein yaad dilate hain ki main ab unki hoon.”



Bahut dheere se usne apna phone nikala. Screen par ek notification tha. Dave ka message – sirf 10 minute pehle aaya tha.

“Stitched slut… hospital pahunch gayi? Us cuck ke saath baithi hai? Soch rahi hai main miss kar raha hoon tera tight chut? Kal subah 11 baje villa aana. Stitches check karunga. Aur haan… agar Pushpa ko kuch pata chala toh pura gangbang video uske phone par. Sleep tight, my Indian whore.”

Srivalli ka dil zor se dhak se reh gaya. Usne message turant delete kar diya. Phone ko bag mein rakh diya aur apne dono haath se muh dhak liya. Rona phir se aa raha tha, lekin is baar woh zor se nahi rone de rahi thi. Sirf chhote-chhote sobs. Uske boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the har saans ke saath. Salwar ke andar uski nipples abhi bhi sensitive the – kal raat ke chusne ke nishaan abhi bhi laal the.

Tabhi door khula. Doctor andar aaya – middle-aged, serious chehra, white coat. Usne Pushpa ki reports check ki aur machine ke readings dekhe.

“Mrs. Srivalli, aap yahin reh rahi hain na? Bahut achha. Patient ko poori tarah rest chahiye. Koi tension nahi, koi pareshani nahi. Stress-free environment. Jail se nikalne ke baad body weak hoti hai. Aap unko emotional support dena. Koi bhi badi baat mat karna abhi.”

Srivalli ne sir hila diya. Usne apni awaaz ko control kiya, “Ji doctor sahab… main poora khayal rakhungi. Aap tension mat lijiye.”

Doctor ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aap khud bhi thak gayi lag rahi hain. Aankhein laal hain. Thoda rest kar lijiye. Main nurse ko bolta hoon – agar kuch chahiye toh bell press kar dena.”

Doctor chala gaya. Room phir se sannata.

Srivalli ne Pushpa ke haath ko aur zor se pakda. Uske andar ek alag hi ladai chal rahi thi. Ek taraf relief tha – Pushpa bahar tha, jail se nikal chuka tha. Uske sapne, uska empire, uska pyar… sab wapas aa sakta tha. Dusri taraf dar tha. Dave ka warning, Jolly ka control, stitches ka dard, aur sabse badi baat – uski apni body ka betrayal. Har baar jab woh Pushpa ke chehre ko dekhti, usko yaad aa jata tha ki kal raat usi ke saath woh sab kuch kar chuki thi.

Woh chair par thoda sa age ki taraf jhuki. Stitches phir se khinche. “Ufff…” ek chhoti si cheekh. Usne apni taange thodi si close ki taaki dard kam ho. Lekin andar se ek aur yaad aa gayi – gangbang ke end mein Dave ne uski chut ko stitches karte waqt kaha tha, “Ab yeh sirf mere aur mere doston ke liye tight rahegi. Pushpa ko kabhi pata nahi chalega.”

Srivalli ne apne aansu ko rokne ki koshish ki. Usne Pushpa ke gaal ko sehlaaya aur dheere se bola, “Main aapke liye kuch bhi kar sakti hoon… kuch bhi. Bas aap theek ho jao. Hum phir se purane din jee lenge.”

Lekin uske dil mein ek chhoti si awaaz bol rahi thi – *Kya hum sach mein jee payenge? Ya yeh stitches… yeh dard… yeh garmi… hamesha mere saath rahegi?*



Raat dheere-dheere badh rahi thi. Hospital ki corridor mein lights dim ho chuki thi. Srivalli baithi rahi – kabhi Pushpa ko dekhti, kabhi ceiling ko, kabhi apne phone ko (jo ab silent mode par tha). Uske andar ka toofan chalta raha. Bahar se woh perfect pativrata patni thi – ro rahi, sehla rahi, khayal rakh rahi. Andar se woh Dave ki stitched randi thi, jo abhi bhi kal raat ke lundon ko feel kar rahi thi.

Chapter khatam hone tak Pushpa ki neend gehri thi. Srivalli ne apna sar uske bed par rakh diya, haath uske haath mein. Aankhein band. Lekin neend nahi aane wali thi. Sirf yaadein… dard… aur agle din ka dar.