Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Wednesday ka subah tha. Haveli mein hawa mein phoolon ki khushboo thi aur kitchen se chai aur nashte ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Pushpa Raj garden mein baith kar newspaper padh raha tha, uske chehre par ab purani khushi wapas aa chuki thi. “Rani… aaj mandir ja rahi ho na? Theek hai, jaao. Bhagwan se hamare liye bhi dua kar dena,” usne muskurate hue Srivalli se kaha jab woh uske paas chai lekar aayi thi.


Srivalli ne sir hila diya. Uski muskaan perfect thi – wohi pativrata patni wali muskaan jo har koi dekhta tha. “Ji Pushpa ji… main jaungi. Routine hai na… har Wednesday mandir jaati hoon. Aap tension mat lijiye.” Usne Pushpa ke maathe par haath pher diya aur andar chali gayi. Lekin andar se uska dil jal raha tha.

Room mein pahunch kar usne darwaza band kiya aur phone uthaya. Jolly ka message abhi bhi screen par tha – “Tomorrow near mandir. Main wait kar raha hoonga. 11 baje. Akeli aana.” Uski ungliyan phone ko zor se pakad rahi thi. “Saala harami… ab mandir ke paas bula raha hai? Pehle mujhe Dave ke haathon becha, ab phir se apni pawn banana chahta hai? Main ab teri nahi hoon Jolly… tu samajh nahi paa raha hai.”

Lekin woh jaanti thi – routine nahi tod sakti. Agar aaj mandir nahi gayi toh maa, chachi, Pushpa sab doubt kar lenge. “Kya hua beta? Aaj mandir nahi gayi?” yeh sawal uske liye khatarnak tha. Usne phone side mein rakh diya aur almari kholi.

Srivalli ne apni favourite light pink Kanjeevaram silk saree nikali – wohi jo Pushpa ko bahut pasand thi. Saree ka pallu gehre pink aur gold zari border wala tha, poora body par chhote-chhote silver moti aur gold thread ka kaam. Blouse matching pink color ka tha, low back, short sleeves, aur front mein deep V-neck jo uske bade boobs ko perfectly highlight karta tha. Usne saree ko apne curvy body par lapetna shuru kiya – petticoat pehen kar, saree ko hips par tight se lapet kar, pallu ko left shoulder par gracefully daal diya. Saree itni tight aur perfect thi ki uski badi gaand aur patli kamar ka shape bilkul saaf dikhai de raha tha. Blouse ke andar se uske boobs ka cleavage thoda sa jhalak raha tha – wohi pativrata look jo mandir ke liye perfect tha lekin uske enemies ke liye dangerous.




Usne baal khule chhod diye – lambe, kaale, wavy kes jo uski peeth tak latak rahe the. Thoda sa sindoor maang mein lagaya, bindi lagayi, aur halka sa kajal aankhon mein. Lip par light pink lipstick, aur kaan mein chhote gold jhumke. Aankhon mein abhi bhi gussa tha, lekin chehre par wohi shant, '. muskaan thi. Mirror mein dekha toh woh khud ko dekh kar soch rahi thi, *Yeh sab routine hai… mandir jaana, pooja karna… lekin andar se main jal rahi hoon. Jolly… tu soch raha hai main teri hoon? Nahin… main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon.*

Woh bahar nikli. Maa ne usko dekha aur muskurayi, “Bahut sundar lag rahi hai beta. Bhagwan se hamare liye bhi maang lena.” Srivalli ne sir hila diya aur gaadi mein baith gayi. Drive karte hue uska dimag sirf Jolly par tha. *Kal raat ka message… mandir ke paas wait kar raha hoonga… tu ab bhi soch raha hai ki main teri randi hoon? Pehle pyar ka natak, phir Dave ko de diya… ab phir se? Nahin… aaj main sirf pooja karungi aur wapas aa jaungi. Tera intezaar nahi karungi.*

Mandir pahunch kar usne gaadi park ki. Mandir ke bahar bahut bheed thi, log pooja kar rahe the. Srivalli ne apna pallu theek kiya, jhumke hil rahe the, saree ki zari chamak rahi thi. Woh andar gayi, devi ke saamne baith gayi, phool chadhaaye, aarti ki, aur aankhein band karke dua maangi. “Bhagwan… mujhe himmat do… yeh sab se bahar nikalne ki taakat do… Pushpa ji ko kuch nahi pata chalna chahiye.” Uske aansu ki ek boond aankh se nikal gayi lekin usne turant ponchh li.




Pooja khatam karne ke baad woh bahar nikli. Mandir ke bahar wale chhote se garden area mein log baith kar prasad le rahe the. Srivalli ne apna pallu theek kiya aur gate ki taraf badhi.

Tabhi uski nazar pad gayi.

Jolly Reddy wahan khada tha – ek corner mein, car ke paas, designer shirt mein, sunglasses lagaye hue. Uski aankhein seedhe Srivalli par thi. Woh muskuraya – wohi dangerous smile jo pehle usko pagal kar deta tha. Usne haath uthakar ishara kiya jaise keh raha ho “aa ja… main yahin hoon.”

Srivalli ki body ek current se kaanp gayi. Gussa ubal aaya, lekin chehra shant rakha. Woh ruk gayi, pallu ko aur tight se lapet liya. Uske dimag mein sirf ek hi baat thi – *Tu yahan? Mandir ke bahar? Tu sach mein soch raha hai ki main tere paas aaungi?*



Jolly ne ek kadam aage badhaya, lekin door se hi usko dekhta raha. Uske chehre par confidence tha, lekin aankhon mein gussa aur hunger dono.

Srivalli ne apni taraf mud kar dekha – mandir ke log nikal rahe the. Woh jaanti thi – abhi ek galti bhi nahi kar sakti. Usne apna phone check kiya aur dheere se gate ki taraf badhi, lekin uski nazar Jolly par thi.

Game ab phir se shuru hone wala tha.

Mandir ke bahar ka chhota sa garden area abhi bhi logon se bhara tha. Kuch log prasad le rahe the, kuch devi ke naam par baatein kar rahe the. Srivalli bahar nikalte hi ruk gayi. Uski pink Kanjeevaram silk saree dhoop mein chamak rahi thi, pallu left shoulder par gracefully latka hua, low-neck blouse se uske bade boobs ka thoda sa cleavage jhalak raha tha. Uske lambe kaale baal hawa mein halke se hil rahe the. Chehra shant tha, lekin aankhein gusse se jal rahi thi.

Jolly Reddy wahan khada tha – car ke paas, sunglasses utaar kar, usi confident smile ke saath. Uski nazar Srivalli par tik gayi. Woh dheere se aage badha aur halki si awaaz mein bola, “Srivalli… aa ja. Car mein baith. Baat karni hai.”

Srivalli ne uski taraf dekha bhi nahi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. “Main nahi aaungi Jolly. Tum yahan se jao. Main ghar ja rahi hoon.” Uski awaaz thandi aur sharp thi, bilkul pativrata patni wali – mandir ke bahar koi shor nahi, lekin gussa saaf feel ho raha tha.

Jolly ne muskurate hue ek kadam aur aage badhaya. Log idhar-udhar dekh rahe the. Usne dheere se bola, “Tamasha mat kar Srivalli. Log dekh rahe hain. Mandir ke bahar pativrata rani aur uska purana ‘dost’ – agar yahan scene hua toh kal pura sheher baat karega. Pushpa bhaiya ko bhi pata chal jayega. Chup-chaap car mein baith ja.”

Srivalli ki body ek current se kaanp gayi. Usne apna pallu aur tight se lapet liya, cleavage ko chhupane ki koshish ki. Logon ki nazrein un par pad rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi – ek bhi galat harkat aur sab kuch kharab ho jayega. Usne gusse se aankhein band ki, ek deep saans li aur bina ek shabd bole Jolly ki car ki taraf badh gayi. Silent, angry, fire jaise.

Jolly ke do aadmi turant active ho gaye. Ek ne Srivalli ki gaadi ki chaabi maangi, dusra uski gaadi ko follow karne ke liye ready ho gaya. Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh back seat par baith gayi, pallu ko seene par tight se lapet kar, aankhein window ki taraf. Jolly driver seat par baith gaya aur car start kar di. Uske aadmi Srivalli ki gaadi ko peeche-peeche follow kar rahe the.

Car chalti rahi. Haveli se door, jungle ki taraf ek secluded road par. Jolly ne rear-view mirror mein Srivalli ko dekha. Uski curvy body saree mein bilkul perfect lag rahi thi – badi gaand seat par dab rahi thi, boobs saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahe the. Woh dheere se bola, “Srivalli… gussa mat kar. Main sirf baat karna chahta hoon. Pehle hum dono itne close the… tu mujhe pyar karti thi. Main ne tujhe bachaya tha jab tu toot rahi thi.”

Srivalli ne gusse se uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhein laal thi. “Pyar? Tumne mujhe pyar kiya tha Jolly? Pehle zabardasti choda, phir ‘bachaya’, phir Dave ke haathon bech diya! Usne meri chut par stitches daale, gangbang kiya, aur tum khade-khade dekh rahe the! Ab kya? Phir se apni pawn banana chahte ho? Main ab tumhari nahi hoon. Main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon. Samajh gaye?”

Uski awaaz fire thi – tez, jalti hui, bina rukawat ke. Jolly ne muskurane ki koshish ki, soothing tone mein bola, “Arre sun toh… main galti maan leta hoon. Dave ke deal ke liye pressure tha. Lekin ab sab theek hai. Pushpa bhaiya theek hain, empire wapas ban raha hai. Main sirf tujhe yaad dilana chahta hoon ki hum dono ke beech jo tha… woh abhi bhi hai. Tu meri thi… aur tu meri rahegi. Willingly.”

Srivalli ne zor se hans di – gusse bhari hansi. “Willingly? Tumhe lagta hai main willingly tumhare paas aaungi? Tumne mujhe tod diya tha Jolly. Har raat main Pushpa ji ke paas leti hoon aur sochti hoon ki main unke liye kitna sab seh rahi hoon. Aur tum? Tum ab bhi soch rahe ho ki main teri randi ban jaungi? Nahin. Ab main tumhe ignore karungi. Tumhara message, tumhara call, tumhara ‘mandir ke paas wait’ – sab kuch. Main ghar ja rahi hoon. Stop the car.”



Jolly ne car nahi roki. Uski awaaz abhi bhi calm thi, lekin andar se gussa ubal raha tha. “Srivalli… tu abhi gusse mein hai. Main samajhta hoon. Dave ne tujhe bahut use kiya. Lekin main tujhe wapas apni taraf laana chahta hoon. Teri beauty… teri body… yeh sab business ke liye bhi perfect hai. Naye projects, investors – tu mere saath hogi toh Pushpa bhi control mein rahega. Aur sabse badi baat… tu khud ko rok nahi paayegi. Pehle tu mujhe pyar karti thi… ab bhi karti hai, bas gussa hai.”

Srivalli ne pallu ko aur zor se seene par dabaaya. Uski boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the gusse se. “Pyar? Tumhe pyar ki kya pata? Tumne mujhe Dave ke bed par bheja tha! Ab bas… stop the car. Main utar jaungi. Warna main chillaoongi.”

Jolly ne rear-view mirror mein usko dekha. Uski curvy figure, jalti aankhein, tight saree mein lapeti hui body – sab kuch usko aur zyada attract kar raha tha. Woh jaanta tha – Srivalli abhi fire hai. Calm nahi hogi baaton se. Usne socha, *Yeh gussa abhi nahi jaayega. Main isko khud calm karunga… apne tareeke se. Mandir ke baad wale secluded spot par le jaunga. Wahan usko god mein baithakar yaad dilunga ki uski chut abhi bhi mere liye tarapti hai. Willingly nahi toh zabardasti… lekin is baar usko addict kar ke chhodunga.*

Car ab jungle ki taraf badh rahi thi. Jolly ke aadmi peeche follow kar rahe the. Srivalli window se bahar dekh rahi thi, gusse se jalti hui, lekin andar se dar aur yaadein bhi aa rahi thi. Jolly muskuraya – soothing look dikhate hue, lekin dimag mein plan already ready tha.

*Tu fire hai abhi Srivalli… lekin main tujhe khud thanda karunga. Apne lund se. Apni god mein baithakar. Aur is baar tu khud maangegi.*

Car dheere se ruk gayi. Jungle ka ek bilkul secluded spot tha – pedon ki thick chhanv, koi rasta nahi, koi insaan nahi. Sirf do gaadiyan – Jolly ki aur peeche uske aadmiyon ki. Driver ne car band ki aur bahar nikal gaya. Jolly ne rear-view mirror mein ek baar Srivalli ko dekha – uski pink saree mein lapeti curvy body, pallu seene par tight, bade boobs saans ke saath upar-neeche, chehra gusse se laal.

Jolly back seat par aa gaya. Door band karte hi usne Srivalli ki taraf badhaya.

Srivalli ne turant peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Uski awaaz tez aur jalti hui thi, “Main done hoon Jolly! Take me back right now. Mujhe ghar jaana hai. Pushpa ji wait kar rahe honge.”

Jolly ne muskurane ki koshish ki, soothing awaaz mein bola, “Srivalli… sun toh. Tu gusse mein hai, main samajhta hoon. Lekin hum dono ke beech jo tha… woh abhi bhi hai. Tu mujhe pyar karti thi. Main ne tujhe bachaya tha. Dave ke deal ke liye maine galti ki, maan leta hoon. Ab sab theek kar sakte hain. Tu meri rani ban sakti hai… willingly.”

Srivalli ki aankhein aur laal ho gayi. Uska gussa ab fire ban chuka tha. “Willingly? Tumhe lagta hai main willingly tumhare paas aaungi? Tumne mujhe Dave ke haathon becha tha! Usne meri chut par stitches daale, gangbang kiya, aur tum khade dekh rahe the! Ab yahan bula kar pyar ka natak? Main tumhari nahi hoon Jolly. Main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon. Stop the car aur mujhe ghar le jao!”



Jolly ne haath badhaya uske kandhe par rakhne ke liye. Srivalli ne gusse se uska haath jhatak diya aur ek zor ka thappad uske muh par maara.

**Thapp!**

Jolly ka chehra side mein ghum gaya. Uski gaal laal ho gayi. Uski aankhein ek pal ke liye shock se badi ho gayi, phir gussa ubal aaya.

“Saali randi…” Jolly ne gusse se bola. Usne turant Srivalli ka chehra pakad liya aur ek tez thappad uske left gaal par maara.

**Thapp!**

Srivalli shocked reh gayi. Uski aankhein badi ho gayi, gaal laal pad gaya. “Jolly… tumne…” uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.



Jolly ne uska chehra dono haathon mein pakad liya aur zor se uske muh par apna muh rakh diya. Deep, forceful kiss. Uski jeebh Srivalli ke muh mein ghusi, uske hoth ko chusne lagi. Srivalli ne dono haathon se usko dhakelne ki koshish ki, “Mmmphhh… chhodo… mujhe chhodo…” lekin Jolly ne nahi chhoda. Kiss aur gehra ho gaya. Usne Srivalli ke neeche hoth ko daanton se pakad kar bite kar diya – tez, painful bite.

“Aaaahhh…!” Srivalli ki painful moan nikal gayi. Uski lips par daant ka nishaan ban gaya, thoda sa khoon bhi nikal aaya. Woh tadap rahi thi, haathon se uske chest ko dhakel rahi thi, lekin Jolly ka jism us par chadha hua tha.

Jolly ne kiss chhoda nahi. Usne Srivalli ke boobs par haath rakh diya aur zor se press kiya – uske bade, soft mamme saree ke upar se masalne laga. “Mmm… teri yeh choochiyan abhi bhi itni tight hain…” usne kiss ke beech mein bola.



Srivalli ne zor se dhakka diya. “Chhodo Jolly… muze jana hai… please… main nahi chahti yeh sab…” lekin uski awaaz mein dard aur gussa dono tha.

Jolly ne uske pallu ko ek jhatke se khinch diya. Saree ka pallu neeche gir gaya. Usne blouse ke hooks ko tezi se kholna shuru kiya. Blouse ke dono taraf ke hooks khulte gaye aur Srivalli ke bade, gol, pink-nippled boobs bahar aa gaye – heavy, soft, mandir ki pooja ke baad bhi abhi bhi perfect shape mein.

Jolly ne turant ek boob ko muh mein le liya. Zor se chusne laga – pura nipple muh mein, jeebh se chat-ta hua, daanton se halke se kaat-ta hua. “Mmm… bahut tasty hai teri choochiyan… pehle bhi itni hi juicy thi…”

Srivalli ki body kaanp gayi. Uski painful moan nikal gayi, “Aaaahhh… Jolly… chhodo… muze jana hai… bahut dard ho raha hai… please… main Pushpa ji ke paas jaana chahti hoon…” Usne haathon se uske sar ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin Jolly ne uske dono haath pakad liye aur upar ki taraf pin kar diye.



Jolly dusre boob par switch kiya. Ab woh dono boobs ko alternate mein chus raha tha – zor-zor se, wet sounds ke saath, nipple ko jeebh se ghumata hua, daanton se bite karta hua. Srivalli ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Uski chut mein ek purani si garmi phir se jag rahi thi, lekin gussa abhi bhi zinda tha.

“Aaaahhh… chhodo… muze jana hai… Jolly… tum galat kar rahe ho… aaaahhh… dard ho raha hai…” Uski moans painful thi, lekin body betray kar rahi thi. Uske nipples hard ho chuke the, boobs Jolly ke muh mein chus rahe the.

Jolly ne blouse poori tarah khol diya. Ab Srivalli ki upper body almost nangi thi – sirf saree ki petticoat neeche tak. Usne Srivalli ke neck par bite kiya, phir boobs par wapas muh lagaya aur zor-zor se chusne laga. “Tu fire hai abhi… lekin main tujhe khud thanda karunga… apne lund se… apni god mein baithakar… tu phir se cheekhegi… willingly ya nahi, lekin tu meri rahegi Srivalli.”

Srivalli ro rahi thi, tadap rahi thi, haathon se dhakel rahi thi, lekin Jolly ne nahi chhoda. Uska muh abhi bhi uske bade boobs par tha – chus raha tha, bite kar raha tha, jeebh se chat raha tha. Car ke andar sirf Srivalli ki painful moans aur Jolly ke wet sucking sounds goonj rahe the.

Jolly jaanta tha – abhi gussa hai, lekin woh is gusse ko apne tareeke se thanda karega. Usne Srivalli ke saree ki petticoat ki naada par haath rakh diya…