Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

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Srivalli ki gaadi haveli ki taraf tez chal rahi thi. Jungle ki sadak ab khatam ho chuki thi, lekin uske dimag mein toofan abhi bhi chal raha tha. Uski pink Kanjeevaram silk saree ab thodi si creased thi, pallu ko usne bahut tight se lapeta hua tha taaki cleavage na dikhe. Uski chut abhi bhi geeli thi – Jolly ka thick cum andar se dheere-dheere leak ho raha tha, panty ko geela kar raha tha. Har gear badalte waqt seat par thoda sa pressure padta aur usko yaad aa jata tha – uski gaand Jolly ki thighs par zor-zor se girti hui, uska lund poora andar, woh khud upar-neeche ride karti hui.

“Jolly… saala harami…” usne apne aap se bola, lekin uski awaaz mein gussa ke saath ek ajab si kampan bhi thi. Usne steering wheel ko zor se pakad liya. Jolly ke words har pal repeat ho rahe the – “Pushpa ne tujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya… main ne kiya hai… woh chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai…”
Aansu uski aankhon se behne lage. Usne jaldi se unko ponchha. Nahin… yeh galat hai. Pushpa ji ne mujhe hamesha pyar diya hai. Woh jail mein the… unki kya galti? Main hi… main hi unke liye sab seh rahi thi. Lekin saath hi dusri awaaz aa rahi thi – Jolly ki awaaz. Agar woh itna strong hota toh tujhe gunde utha kar le jaate waqt kyun nahi aaya? Main aaya tha… main ne tujhe bachaya tha.
Gaadi haveli ke gate par pahunch gayi. Security guard ne muskurate hue gate khola. Srivalli ne apna chehra theek kiya, pallu adjust kiya, aur muskaan laga li – wohi pativrata rani wali muskaan jo har koi jaanta tha.



Andar pahunchte hi maa ne gale lagaya, “Beta aa gayi? Mandir mein sab theek tha na?” Srivalli ne sir hila diya, “Haan maa ji… bahut shanti mili.” Pushpa garden se andar aaya, uske chehre par khushi thi. “Rani… kitni sundar lag rahi ho aaj. Bhagwan ne zaroor hamari dua sun li hogi.” Usne Srivalli ka haath pakad liya aur usko apne se chipka liya. Srivalli ne muskurate hue uske gaal par kiss kiya, lekin andar se uski chut se ek aur boond cum nikal kar panty mein fail gaya.

Kaveri bhi wahan thi. Uski aankhein thodi si thaki hui thi, lekin woh bhi normal ban rahi thi. “Bhabhi… aap theek ho na?” Srivalli ne uske sar par haath pher diya, “Haan beta… tu bhi theek hai na?”
Sab log drawing room mein baith gaye. Pushpa ne apne naye plans ke baare mein baat ki. Srivalli sabko chai serve karti rahi, muskurati rahi, lekin har baar jab woh jhukti, uski chut se thoda sa cum leak hota aur usko lagta jaise sabko pata chal jayega. Uski thighs thodi si geeli thi. Woh baar-baar pallu seeche se adjust karti.
“Main fresh ho kar aati hoon,” usne finally kaha aur apne bedroom ki taraf chali gayi. Bathroom mein pahunch kar usne darwaza band kiya aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhein laal thi. Usne saree ka pallu hataaya, petticoat neeche kiya aur panty utari.
“Ufff…” ek halki si saans nikal gayi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi si swollen thi. Jolly ka thick white cum andar se nikal raha tha – uski ungliyon par chipak raha tha. Woh tissue le kar zor-zor se saaf karne lagi. Har touch par dard aur maza ka milan usko yaad dilata tha. “Jolly… tu ne phir se kar diya… aur main… main khud ride kar rahi thi uske lund par…”
Aansu behne lage. Woh floor par baith gayi, knees ko seene se chipka kar, aur zor-zor se ro padi. “Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji itne pyar se mujhe dekh rahe hain… aur main… main unke dushman ke lund par masti kar rahi thi? Jolly ne jo kaha… kya woh sach hai? Pushpa ji ne mujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya? Woh jail mein the… maine unke liye sab seh liya… lekin kya woh sach mein kamzor hain?”
Usne tissue ko chut ke andar tak daal kar saaf kiya. Cum bahut zyada tha – uski ungliyan geeli ho gayi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi geeli thi, Jolly ke lund ki yaad se. “Nahin… yeh galat hai… main Pushpa ji ki hoon… sirf unki…” lekin saath hi Jolly ke words repeat ho rahe the – “Woh chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai…”
Bahut der baad woh bahar nikli. Kapde badal kar simple salwar-kameez pehen li. Chehra dhoya, aankhein ponchi, aur muskurate hue bahar aayi. Dinner table par sab log baith gaye. Pushpa uske paas baitha tha, uska haath pakad kar baatein kar raha tha. Srivalli sabko serve karti rahi, hans ti rahi, lekin andar se toofan chal raha tha.



Raat ko bedroom mein jab Pushpa so gaya, Srivalli uske paas let gayi. Usne apna haath apne pet par rakh diya. Chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi. Jolly ke words phir se aa gaye. Uski aankhein phir se bhar aayi.

“Pushpa ji…” usne dheere se whisper kiya, “aap mujhe hamesha protect karoge na?”
Pushpa neend mein tha. Srivalli ne apni aankhein band kar li, lekin neend nahi aane wali thi. Jolly ka beej uske dimag mein ugne laga tha.

Pushpa Raj subah jaldi uth chuka tha. Uski gaadi bahar ready thi, driver wait kar raha tha. Haveli ke drawing room mein woh Srivalli ke saamne khada tha, uske haath pakad kar. “Rani… main chand din ke liye apne sandalwood business ko settle karne ja raha hoon. Purane contacts se milna hai, naye deals final karne hain. Tu ghar ka khayal rakhna. Kaveri aur maa ji ka bhi.”

Srivalli ne muskurate hue uske gaal par kiss kiya. Uski pink lips Pushpa ke chehre par lage, lekin uski aankhein door thi. “Ji Pushpa ji… aap tension mat lijiye. Main sab sambhal lungi. Jaldi wapas aaiyega.” Usne uske kandhe par haath rakh kar usko gale lagaya. Pushpa ne uske sar par haath pher diya aur gaadi mein baith kar nikal gaya. Gaadi gate se bahar nikalte hi Srivalli ka chehra badal gaya.
Woh bedroom mein chali gayi, darwaza band kiya aur bed par baith gayi. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi – kal raat Jolly ke creampie ki yaad abhi bhi andar jal rahi thi. Usne phone uthaya. Jolly ke last words uske dimag mein ghum rahe the – “Pushpa chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai… main tera asli rakshak hoon… use accha toh main hun jo hai so hai…”
Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Usne message type kiya aur bhej diya:
Srivalli: I want to meet.
Jolly ka reply turant aaya:
Jolly: Thik hai… bungalow pe aa ja. Main wait kar raha hoon.
Srivalli ne phone side mein rakh diya. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji abhi-abhi gaye hain… aur main unke dushman ke bungalow ja rahi hoon? Lekin… woh jo keh raha tha… kya woh sach hai? Kya Pushpa ji sach mein mujhe protect nahi kar sake?
Usne almari kholi. Aaj koi routine nahi thi. Usne ek simple lekin seductive black saree nikali – thin georgette, low-neck blouse, aur pallu jo uski curvy body ko perfectly highlight karta tha. Usne saree lapeti, blouse ke hooks band kiye, pallu ko left shoulder par daala. Baal khule chhod diye, thoda sa kajal, sindoor, aur light lipstick. Mirror mein dekha toh woh khud ko dekh kar soch rahi thi – Yeh body… yeh beauty… sab log iska fayda uthate hain… kya main bhi iska fayda utha sakti hoon?
Usne car ki chaabi uthayi, maa ko bol diya “thoda market ja rahi hoon”, aur ghar se nikal gayi. Drive karte hue uske dimag mein sirf ek hi baat thi – protector. Agar Pushpa ji nahi… toh kya Jolly mera protector ban sakta hai? Ya… kuch aur?
Jolly ka bungalow jungle ke andar tha – ek modern luxury villa, high walls, private. Srivalli gaadi andar le gayi. Jolly bahar hi khada tha, designer shirt mein, confident smile ke saath. Usne gaadi ka door khola aur Srivalli ko bahar nikaala.



Tu aa gayi… main jaanta tha tu aayegi,” Jolly ne dheere se bola aur usko andar le gaya.

Living room mein pahunch kar Srivalli seedhe point par aayi. Uski awaaz mein gussa aur dar dono tha. “Jolly… bata… agar Pushpa nahi… toh kya tu mera protector ban sakta hai? Sach bata… main ab confuse hoon. Kal tu ne jo kaha… woh baar-baar mere dimag mein aa raha hai.”
Jolly ne usko sofa par baithaya. Usne uske paas baith kar uske haath pakad liye. Uski awaaz gehri aur convincing thi.
“Corrupt world hai yeh Srivalli. Yahan koi kisi ko protect nahi karta… sab apna fayda dekhte hain. Main tera backbone ban sakta hoon… tera asli protector. Lekin kyun sirf protector? Kyun tu queen nahi ban sakti? Teri beauty… teri body… yeh sab weapon hai. Sab mard iska against tujhe use kar rahe hain – Dave, Rudra, main… sab. Ab tu isko unke against use kar. Arab Prince ka number tere paas hai na? Woh tujhe marry karna chahta tha… ya help ke liye call karne ko bola tha. Adamath… woh bhi tera contact hai. Agar tu usko apni body de degi toh woh hamesha tera support karega. Har mard teri taraf lured hai… teri body lucrative hai… isko weapon bana. Tu queen ban ja. Main tera backbone ban jaunga… lekin tu rule karegi. Pushpa sirf naam ka raja hai… tu asli rani ban sakti hai.”
Srivalli chup-chaap sun rahi thi. Uski aankhein door thi. Usne apne phone mein Arab Prince ka number dekha – woh message abhi bhi saved tha: “If you ever need anything, call me. I can make you my queen.” Adamath ka bhi – “Your body is my weakness… anytime you want power, I’m here.”
Uski chut mein ek halki si current daud gayi. Sach hai… sab mard meri taraf dekhte hain. Meri body… yeh sabko control karti hai. Agar main isko use karun… toh kya main queen ban sakti hoon? Pushpa ji… woh toh sirf sapne dekhte hain… main asli power haath mein le sakti hoon.
Uski saans tez ho gayi. Woh Jolly ki taraf dekhi – uski aankhon mein ab gussa kam tha, soch zyada thi.
Jolly ne uske haath ko aur tight pakad liya aur muskuraya. “Soch le Srivalli… queen banne ka mauka hai yeh. Main sirf tera backbone hoon… baaki power teri hai.”
Srivalli ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf sochti rahi. Bahar se woh shant thi… lekin andar se ek naya faisla ugne laga tha.



Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha.

Woh sofa par baithi rahi, aankhein neeche, haath god mein. Jolly ke words uske dimag mein ghum rahe the – “Queen ban ja… teri beauty weapon hai… Arab Prince, Adamath… sab mard teri taraf lured hain… main tera backbone ban jaunga… Pushpa sirf naam ka pati hai…”
Uski saans tez ho chuki thi. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi, kal raat ka creampie abhi bhi andar mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne apna pallu aur tight se lapet liya, cleavage chhupaya, aur dheere se uth khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhein Jolly se mili, lekin usne ek shabd bhi nahi bola. Sirf ek gehri nazar daali – confusion, gussa, soch, aur ek chhoti si dar ki jhalak.
Jolly ne kuch nahi roka. Woh jaanta tha – ab bolne ka time nahi tha. Seed already plant ho chuka tha. Woh sirf muskuraya aur uth kar darwaze tak uske saath chala.
Srivalli bahar nikli. Uski black saree dhoop mein chamak rahi thi, gaand ka shape saaf dikhai de raha tha, boobs saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahe the. Woh apni gaadi mein baith gayi, engine start kiya, aur bina ek baar peeche mud kar dekhe bungalow se nikal gayi. Gaadi jungle ki sadak par tez chal rahi thi.
Andar se uska dimag ek toofan tha.
Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji abhi business settle karne gaye hain… aur main unke dushman ke bungalow se aa rahi hoon? Jolly ne jo kaha… woh sach lag raha hai. Arab Prince ka message… “If you ever need anything, call me.” Adamath… woh bhi hamesha ready rehta hai. Meri body… yeh sabko control karti hai. Kya main sach mein queen ban sakti hoon? Pushpa ji… woh toh sirf sapne dekhte hain… empire wapas banana chahte hain… lekin mujhe protect karne mein kabhi strong nahi dikhe. Jail mein the… gunde mujhe utha kar le gaye the… Jolly aaya tha. Dave ke deal mein bhi… maine hi sab seh liya tha unke liye.
Uski aankhein aansuon se bhar aayi. Usne steering wheel ko zor se pakad liya. Lekin yeh galat hai… main Pushpa ji ki patni hoon… unki rani hoon… main unke liye sab kuch karti hoon. Phir bhi… Jolly ka lund… kal raat main khud us par ride kar rahi thi… maza aa raha tha… kyun? Kya main sach mein itni kamzor hoon?
Gaadi haveli ki taraf badh rahi thi. Srivalli chup-chaap sochti rahi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi geeli thi, Jolly ke words aur kal raat ki yaadein usko andar se hila rahi thi. Woh confuse thi – gussa tha, guilt tha, lekin ek naya soch bhi ug raha tha. Queen… backbone… beauty as weapon… kya yeh sach mein possible hai?




Jolly bungalow ke drawing room mein khada tha. Usne Srivalli ki gaadi jaate hue dekha. Uski muskaan gehri thi. Woh jaanta tha – usne jo beej boya tha, woh ugne laga tha. Ab sirf thoda sa time aur paani chahiye tha.

Usne phone uthaya aur apne father – CM Rudra Reddy – ko call kiya. Phone second ring par uth gaya.
“Beta Jolly… kya scene hai?” Rudra ki authoritative awaaz aayi.
Jolly zor se hans diya. Uski hansi mein confidence aur darkness dono tha. “Pita ji… soon Pushpa ki rani hamari hogi. Main ne aaj uske dimag mein doubt ka beej bo diya hai. Woh confuse hai… soch rahi hai. Uske paas Arab Prince aur Adamath ke numbers hain… uski beauty usko queen bana sakti hai. Aur hum usko use karke Pushpa ka saara business khinch lenge. Uski body, uska pativrata image, uska sab kuch… sab hamara ho jayega. Pushpa ko sirf naam ka raja rakh denge… asli power humare haath mein.”
Rudra bhi zor se hans pada. Dono baap-bete ki hansi phone par goonj rahi thi – dark, victorious, greedy.
“Bahut achha beta… bahut achha. Srivalli jaise rani ko agar hum apna bana liye… toh Pushpa ka empire khud-ba-khud hamara ho jayega. Tu usko sambhal… main baaki political cover de dunga. Jaldi se kaam pura kar. Woh randi ab hamari hone wali hai.”
Jolly ne phone kaatne se pehle ek aur baar hans diya. “Haan pita ji… soon… very soon.”
Phone band karte hi usne balcony par jaakar cigarette sulgaai. Uski aankhein door jungle ki taraf thi, jahan Srivalli ki gaadi abhi gayab ho chuki thi.
“Ja meri rani… soch… confuse ho… lekin tu wapas aayegi. Aur is baar tu khud queen banegi… hamari queen.”
Uski muskaan abhi bhi chehre par thi. Game ab aur gehra hone wala tha.