11-07-2026, 03:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 18-07-2026, 05:21 PM by Lordsnow. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Ye kahani shuru hoti hai Zoya se
Zoya ek bahut hi loyal, pakiza aur religious aurat thi. Uski umar lagbhag 35 saal ki thi. Woh ek chhote se upscale society mein rehti thi apne pati Sameer ke saath. Sameer thoda immature tha, lekin Zoya hamesha uski izzat aur ghar ki izzat ka khayal rakhti thi. Woh hamesha salwar kameez pehenti thi, dupatta aur veil lagati thi. Uska jism bahut bhara hua tha — bade-bade, bhari boobs jo kameez ke andar se bhi apni maujudgi dikhate the, moti-moti gaand jo chalte waqt dheere-dheere hilti thi, lekin woh hamesha apne aap ko cover karke rakhti thi. Family izzat uske liye sabse badi cheez thi. Woh loyal biwi thi, pakiza aurat thi.
Sameer ke saath uska sex life bhi bahut normal tha. Woh jaldi jhad jaata tha, Zoya ko kabhi asli maza nahi aata tha, lekin woh kabhi shikayat nahi karti thi. Woh sochti thi ki yahi uski zimmedari hai.
Phir Pradeep uske zindagi mein aaya.
Pradeep society ka head security guard tha. Lamba, tagda, experienced aadmi. Uski umar lagbhag 40 saal ke aas-paas thi. Woh Zoya ko kai mahino se dheere-dheere notice kar raha tha. Jab woh groceries uthati thi aur uska dupatta slip ho jaata tha, toh uske bade boobs ka gehra cleavage dikhta tha. Jab woh chalti thi toh uski moti gaand salwar mein tight lagti thi. Pradeep kabhi openly nahi dekhta tha. Woh bahut smart tha. Woh sirf dheere-dheere uske kareeb aane ki koshish karta tha.
Pehle usne chhoti-chhoti madad shuru ki. Ek din Zoya heavy grocery bags utha rahi thi, lift slow thi, toh Pradeep ne aage badh ke kaha, “Bhabhi, itna bojh aapko uthane ki zarurat nahi. Main le aata hoon.” Usne bags utha liye. Jab bags dete waqt uski ungliyan Zoya ki ungliyon se takra gayi, toh Zoya ko ek halki si current si feel hui. Pradeep ne sirf muskurake kaha, “Bhabhi, aap itni khubsurat ho, yeh sab kaam aapko nahi karna chahiye.”
Dusre din kitchen ka tap leak ho raha tha. Sameer office mein tha. Pradeep ne aake theek kar diya. Woh andar tha, Zoya paani laane gayi thi. Jab woh wapas aayi toh Pradeep ne kaha, “Bhabhi, aapka ghar bahut achhe se sajaya hua hai. Aapki tarah hi… bahut clean aur pakiza.”
Zoya sharma ke sir jhuka leti thi. Woh sochti thi ki yeh sirf izzatdar baatein kar raha hai. Lekin uske andar dheere-dheere ek halki si garmi hone lagi thi.
Phir woh shaam aayi jab bijli chali gayi.
Sameer ko Pradeep ne hi kisi bahane se bahar bhej diya tha. Ghar mein andhera tha. Zoya ne candles jala rakhi thi. Hawa mein mombattiyon ki khushboo thi. Pradeep darwaza pe knock kiya.
“Bhabhi, light check karne aaya hoon. Sab theek hai?”
Zoya ne darwaza khola. Candle light mein uska chehra aur bhi khoobsurat lag raha tha. Dupatta thoda slip ho gaya tha, uske bade boobs ka curve clearly dikhta tha. Pradeep andar aaya. Usne switches check kiye. Phir woh Zoya ke kareeb aa gaya. Itna kareeb ki Zoya uski saans feel kar sakti thi.
“Bhabhi…” uski awaaz dheemi aur gehri thi. “Aap akeli ho aaj?”
Zoya ki saans tez ho gayi. “Haan… Sameer bahar gaye hain.”
Pradeep ne ek kadam aur badhaya. “Aap itni khubsurat ho, Zoya bhabhi. Sameer bhai lucky hai. Lekin kabhi-kabhi lagta hai ki aapko koi aur bhi dekh raha hai… aur woh aapko sirf dekhna nahi chahta.”
Usne apna haath dheere se Zoya ke haath pe rakha. Zoya ne haath hataane ki koshish ki lekin uska jism nahi maana. Pradeep ne uska haath pakad liya aur dheere se apne taraf khincha.
“Aapko pata hai main kitne din se aapko dekh raha hoon? Har baar jab aap dupatta theek karti hain… jab aap chalti hain… jab aap smile karti hain… main sochta hoon ki yeh sab sirf ek hi aadmi dekh sakta hai. Aur woh aadmi main hoon.”
Zoya ki saans atak gayi. Woh kuch bol nahi paayi.
Pradeep ne usko dheere se apne seene se laga liya. Usne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Agar aap mana karna chahti hain toh abhi bol do, bhabhi. Main chala jaunga. Lekin agar aap bhi yeh feel kar rahi hain… toh mujhe rokna mat.”
Zoya ke muh se awaaz nahi nikli. Uske aankhon mein paani aa gaya — sharam ka, dar ka, aur kuch aur bhi.
Pradeep ne uske honthon pe apne honth rakh diye. Pehle halka sa, phir gehra. Zoya ne pehle thoda dhakka diya lekin phir usne bhi respond karna shuru kar diya. Uske honth kaanp rahe the. Pradeep ne uski kameez upar ki aur uske bade boobs ko bahar nikaal liya. Usne ek nipple ko muh mein le liya aur zor se choosne laga. Zoya ki awaaz nikal gayi — ek lambi, kaanpti hui moan.
Pradeep ne usko wall se laga ke rakha aur uski salwar utaar di. Usne Zoya ki geeli, swollen chut ko apni ungli se touch kiya. “Kitni wet ho gayi ho bhabhi… loyal wife ki chut itni geeli kyun hai mere liye?”
Phir woh neeche baitha aur uski chut chaatne laga. Usne lambi-lambi jeebh se uski clit ko chaata, labia ko chusa aur andar tak jeebh daal di. Zoya ka jism hilne laga. Uske haath Pradeep ke baal mein ulajh gaye. Woh usko dhakelna chahti thi lekin uske hips khud aage badh rahe the.
Pehla orgasm itna zor ka aaya ki Zoya ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. Usne chillake kaha, “Main… main ek pakiza aurat hoon… ghar ki izzat… yeh galat hai…”
Pradeep utha. Usne apna mota, veiny lund bahar nikaala. Usne Zoya ko ghutno pe baitha diya aur uske muh mein daal diya. “Chuso bhabhi… jaise loyal wife ko chahiye.”
Zoya ne uska lund muh mein le liya. Woh gagging kar rahi thi lekin choos bhi rahi thi. Pradeep uske veil pe haath rakh ke uska muh chodne laga. Jab woh jhadne wala tha toh usne Zoya ke muh mein hi saara maal chhod diya aur usko swallow karne ko kaha. Kuch maal uske honthon se bahar nikal ke uske bade boobs pe gir gaya.
Woh raat Zoya ki zindagi badal gayi.
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Subah Pradeep chala gaya. Usne watchman ko handle kiya aur Sameer ko wapas laaya. Zoya uthi toh uska jism nanga tha, boobs pe hickeys the, chut aur gaand mein dard tha, aur thighs pe sukha hua cum laga hua tha.
Woh shower mein gayi. Paani ke neeche usne apni chut mein ungli daal li aur kal raat ki har baat yaad karti rahi. Uske aankhon se aansu aa rahe the lekin uski chut phir se geeli ho rahi thi.
Woh bahar aayi, fresh salwar kameez pehni, dupatta aur veil theek kiya aur Sameer ko normal smile ke saath uthaya.
Sameer ko kuch pata nahi chala.
Zoya mirror mein apne aap ko dekhti rahi. Bahar se woh abhi bhi wahi loyal, pakiza aurat thi. Lekin andar se kuch toot chuka tha… aur woh jaanti thi ki yeh toh sirf shuruat thi.
Subah ke uthne ke baad Zoya ne bahut koshish ki ki woh normal rahe. Usne fresh salwar kameez pehni, dupatta theek kiya, veil lagaya aur ghar ka kaam shuru kar diya. Lekin uska jism usko dhokha de raha tha. Har kadam pe usko yaad aa raha tha — Pradeep ke muh mein uski chut, uske mota lund uske gale mein, aur woh garam, ganda maal jo usne nigla tha.
Jab woh kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi tabhi uske phone pe message aaya.
**Pradeep:**
“Bhabhi, aaj subah aapki awaaz bahut achhi lagi thi. Aapne kitna zor se moan kiya tha. Kya aap abhi bhi usi tarah geeli ho rahi hain?”
Zoya ka haath kaanp gaya. Usne jaldi se phone side kar diya. Uske chehre pe laal rang aa gaya. Woh sochne lagi, “Yeh aadmi ab bhi mujhe yaad kar raha hai… maine kya kar diya kal raat?”
Lekin uske andar ek aur awaaz bhi thi jo bol rahi thi ki woh chahti hai ki Pradeep phir aaye.
Shaam ko Sameer office se wapas aaya. Woh thak gaya tha. Zoya ne usko normal smile di, uske liye chai banayi aur baatein ki jaise kuch nahi hua tha. Sameer ko kuch shak nahi hua. Woh jaldi so gaya.
Raat ko Zoya bistar pe leti hui thi. Uski chut mein halki si khujli ho rahi thi. Woh baar baar kal raat ki baat soch rahi thi. Usne dheere se apni chut mein ungli daal li. Ek baar… phir do baar. Lekin maza nahi aa raha tha. Woh Pradeep ke lund ki motai yaad kar rahi thi.
Agli subah Pradeep ghar ke paas hi khada tha. Jab Zoya dustbin nikaalne ke liye bahar aayi toh usne usko dekha. Pradeep ne dheere se aankh maari aur muskuraya.
“Bhabhi… aap theek hain na? Kal raat ke baad thodi takleef toh nahi ho rahi?”
Zoya sharma ke sir jhuka leti. “Main… main theek hoon.”
Pradeep ne dheere se kaha, “Agar kabhi bhi takleef ho… ya phir kuch aur chahiye… toh aap mujhe bata dena. Main hamesha aapki madad ke liye ready hoon. Chahe woh light ka mamla ho, ya koi aur cheez.”
Usne last line itne gehre tone mein kahi ki Zoya samajh gayi ki woh sirf light ki baat nahi kar raha.
Agla do din Pradeep ne usko pareshan nahi kiya. Woh sirf dheere-dheere uske paas se guzarta, muskurata, aur ek baar uske haath ko touch kar deta tha jaise koi galti se. Har baar Zoya ka jism current se bhar jaata tha.
Teesre din shaam ko Pradeep ne message kiya:
**Pradeep:**
“Bhabhi, aaj Sameer bhai late aayenge. Main aapke ghar ke paas hi hoon. Agar aap akeli ho toh main aake dekh loon ki sab theek hai ya nahi.”
Zoya ne jaldi se reply kiya:
**Zoya:**
“Nahi… main theek hoon. Aap mat aana.”
Lekin usne message delete nahi kiya. Woh baar baar padh rahi thi.
Raat ke 9 baje Pradeep ka call aaya. Zoya ne uthaya.
“Bhabhi…” uski awaaz dheemi thi. “Aap abhi bhi mujhe mana kar rahi hain? Kal raat jab main aapki chut chaat raha tha tab aapne toh mujhe rokna nahi tha. Aapki awaaz itni pyari thi jab aap jhad rahi thi.”
Zoya ki saans atak gayi. Woh kuch bol nahi paayi.
Pradeep ne dheere se kaha, “Main abhi aapke building ke neeche hoon. Agar aap chahti hain ki main upar aa jaun… toh darwaza khula chhod dena. Warna main chala jaunga. Lekin aapko pata hai… aapki chut abhi bhi meri yaad kar rahi hogi.”
Zoya ne phone rakh diya. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. Woh 10 minute tak sochti rahi. Phir dheere se usne apna dupatta theek kiya, veil lagaya aur darwaze ki taraf gayi.
Usne darwaza band nahi kiya. Sirf halka sa khula chhod diya.
Pradeep ne dheere se darwaza khola aur andar aa gaya. Usne door lock kar diya.
Zoya wall ke saamne khadi thi, peeth uski taraf. Pradeep ne peeche se uske kamar pakad li.
“Aaj aapne mana nahi kiya, bhabhi…” usne uske kaan mein kaha. “Yeh matlab hai ki aap bhi chahti hain na?”
Zoya ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi. “Yeh… yeh galat hai. Main ek loyal biwi hoon… ek pakiza aurat hoon…”
Pradeep ne uski kameez upar ki aur uske bade boobs ko bahar nikaal liya. Usne nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya.
“Loyal biwi ki chut itni geeli kyun ho rahi hai mere lund ko dekh ke?” usne dheere se kaha.
Usne Zoya ko ghuma ke wall se laga diya. Phir usne uski salwar neeche ki aur apna mota lund uski geeli chut pe ragadne laga.
Zoya ki aankhon se aansu aa rahe the. “Pradeep… please… yeh mat karo… main… main nahi chahti…”
Lekin uske hips khud peeche ki taraf badh rahe the.
Pradeep ne dheere se uske kaan mein kaha, “Agar aap sach mein nahi chahti… toh abhi bol do. Main ruk jaunga.”
Zoya ne muh se kuch nahi kaha. Sirf ek chhoti si siskari nikli.
Pradeep ne muskurate hue apna lund dheere se uski chut mein daalna shuru kiya. Zoya ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uske muh se ek lambi, kaanpti hui awaaz nikli jab uska mota lund andar ghusne laga.
Woh dheere-dheere andar bahar karne laga. Har dhakke ke saath Zoya ki family izzat aur pakiza hone ka ehsaas tootta ja raha tha.
Pradeep ne uske veil pe haath rakh ke uska sir thoda peeche kiya aur dheere se kaha, “Ab bol bhabhi… kaisa lag raha hai apne pati ke alawa kisi aur ka lund andar lena?”
Zoya ne sirf ek hi baat kahi, woh bhi bahut dheemi awaaz mein…
“Bahut… bahut bura lag raha hai… lekin ruk mat… please…”
Zoya ek bahut hi loyal, pakiza aur religious aurat thi. Uski umar lagbhag 35 saal ki thi. Woh ek chhote se upscale society mein rehti thi apne pati Sameer ke saath. Sameer thoda immature tha, lekin Zoya hamesha uski izzat aur ghar ki izzat ka khayal rakhti thi. Woh hamesha salwar kameez pehenti thi, dupatta aur veil lagati thi. Uska jism bahut bhara hua tha — bade-bade, bhari boobs jo kameez ke andar se bhi apni maujudgi dikhate the, moti-moti gaand jo chalte waqt dheere-dheere hilti thi, lekin woh hamesha apne aap ko cover karke rakhti thi. Family izzat uske liye sabse badi cheez thi. Woh loyal biwi thi, pakiza aurat thi.
Sameer ke saath uska sex life bhi bahut normal tha. Woh jaldi jhad jaata tha, Zoya ko kabhi asli maza nahi aata tha, lekin woh kabhi shikayat nahi karti thi. Woh sochti thi ki yahi uski zimmedari hai.
Phir Pradeep uske zindagi mein aaya.
Pradeep society ka head security guard tha. Lamba, tagda, experienced aadmi. Uski umar lagbhag 40 saal ke aas-paas thi. Woh Zoya ko kai mahino se dheere-dheere notice kar raha tha. Jab woh groceries uthati thi aur uska dupatta slip ho jaata tha, toh uske bade boobs ka gehra cleavage dikhta tha. Jab woh chalti thi toh uski moti gaand salwar mein tight lagti thi. Pradeep kabhi openly nahi dekhta tha. Woh bahut smart tha. Woh sirf dheere-dheere uske kareeb aane ki koshish karta tha.
Pehle usne chhoti-chhoti madad shuru ki. Ek din Zoya heavy grocery bags utha rahi thi, lift slow thi, toh Pradeep ne aage badh ke kaha, “Bhabhi, itna bojh aapko uthane ki zarurat nahi. Main le aata hoon.” Usne bags utha liye. Jab bags dete waqt uski ungliyan Zoya ki ungliyon se takra gayi, toh Zoya ko ek halki si current si feel hui. Pradeep ne sirf muskurake kaha, “Bhabhi, aap itni khubsurat ho, yeh sab kaam aapko nahi karna chahiye.”
Dusre din kitchen ka tap leak ho raha tha. Sameer office mein tha. Pradeep ne aake theek kar diya. Woh andar tha, Zoya paani laane gayi thi. Jab woh wapas aayi toh Pradeep ne kaha, “Bhabhi, aapka ghar bahut achhe se sajaya hua hai. Aapki tarah hi… bahut clean aur pakiza.”
Zoya sharma ke sir jhuka leti thi. Woh sochti thi ki yeh sirf izzatdar baatein kar raha hai. Lekin uske andar dheere-dheere ek halki si garmi hone lagi thi.
Phir woh shaam aayi jab bijli chali gayi.
Sameer ko Pradeep ne hi kisi bahane se bahar bhej diya tha. Ghar mein andhera tha. Zoya ne candles jala rakhi thi. Hawa mein mombattiyon ki khushboo thi. Pradeep darwaza pe knock kiya.
“Bhabhi, light check karne aaya hoon. Sab theek hai?”
Zoya ne darwaza khola. Candle light mein uska chehra aur bhi khoobsurat lag raha tha. Dupatta thoda slip ho gaya tha, uske bade boobs ka curve clearly dikhta tha. Pradeep andar aaya. Usne switches check kiye. Phir woh Zoya ke kareeb aa gaya. Itna kareeb ki Zoya uski saans feel kar sakti thi.
“Bhabhi…” uski awaaz dheemi aur gehri thi. “Aap akeli ho aaj?”
Zoya ki saans tez ho gayi. “Haan… Sameer bahar gaye hain.”
Pradeep ne ek kadam aur badhaya. “Aap itni khubsurat ho, Zoya bhabhi. Sameer bhai lucky hai. Lekin kabhi-kabhi lagta hai ki aapko koi aur bhi dekh raha hai… aur woh aapko sirf dekhna nahi chahta.”
Usne apna haath dheere se Zoya ke haath pe rakha. Zoya ne haath hataane ki koshish ki lekin uska jism nahi maana. Pradeep ne uska haath pakad liya aur dheere se apne taraf khincha.
“Aapko pata hai main kitne din se aapko dekh raha hoon? Har baar jab aap dupatta theek karti hain… jab aap chalti hain… jab aap smile karti hain… main sochta hoon ki yeh sab sirf ek hi aadmi dekh sakta hai. Aur woh aadmi main hoon.”
Zoya ki saans atak gayi. Woh kuch bol nahi paayi.
Pradeep ne usko dheere se apne seene se laga liya. Usne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Agar aap mana karna chahti hain toh abhi bol do, bhabhi. Main chala jaunga. Lekin agar aap bhi yeh feel kar rahi hain… toh mujhe rokna mat.”
Zoya ke muh se awaaz nahi nikli. Uske aankhon mein paani aa gaya — sharam ka, dar ka, aur kuch aur bhi.
Pradeep ne uske honthon pe apne honth rakh diye. Pehle halka sa, phir gehra. Zoya ne pehle thoda dhakka diya lekin phir usne bhi respond karna shuru kar diya. Uske honth kaanp rahe the. Pradeep ne uski kameez upar ki aur uske bade boobs ko bahar nikaal liya. Usne ek nipple ko muh mein le liya aur zor se choosne laga. Zoya ki awaaz nikal gayi — ek lambi, kaanpti hui moan.
Pradeep ne usko wall se laga ke rakha aur uski salwar utaar di. Usne Zoya ki geeli, swollen chut ko apni ungli se touch kiya. “Kitni wet ho gayi ho bhabhi… loyal wife ki chut itni geeli kyun hai mere liye?”
Phir woh neeche baitha aur uski chut chaatne laga. Usne lambi-lambi jeebh se uski clit ko chaata, labia ko chusa aur andar tak jeebh daal di. Zoya ka jism hilne laga. Uske haath Pradeep ke baal mein ulajh gaye. Woh usko dhakelna chahti thi lekin uske hips khud aage badh rahe the.
Pehla orgasm itna zor ka aaya ki Zoya ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. Usne chillake kaha, “Main… main ek pakiza aurat hoon… ghar ki izzat… yeh galat hai…”
Pradeep utha. Usne apna mota, veiny lund bahar nikaala. Usne Zoya ko ghutno pe baitha diya aur uske muh mein daal diya. “Chuso bhabhi… jaise loyal wife ko chahiye.”
Zoya ne uska lund muh mein le liya. Woh gagging kar rahi thi lekin choos bhi rahi thi. Pradeep uske veil pe haath rakh ke uska muh chodne laga. Jab woh jhadne wala tha toh usne Zoya ke muh mein hi saara maal chhod diya aur usko swallow karne ko kaha. Kuch maal uske honthon se bahar nikal ke uske bade boobs pe gir gaya.
Woh raat Zoya ki zindagi badal gayi.
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Subah Pradeep chala gaya. Usne watchman ko handle kiya aur Sameer ko wapas laaya. Zoya uthi toh uska jism nanga tha, boobs pe hickeys the, chut aur gaand mein dard tha, aur thighs pe sukha hua cum laga hua tha.
Woh shower mein gayi. Paani ke neeche usne apni chut mein ungli daal li aur kal raat ki har baat yaad karti rahi. Uske aankhon se aansu aa rahe the lekin uski chut phir se geeli ho rahi thi.
Woh bahar aayi, fresh salwar kameez pehni, dupatta aur veil theek kiya aur Sameer ko normal smile ke saath uthaya.
Sameer ko kuch pata nahi chala.
Zoya mirror mein apne aap ko dekhti rahi. Bahar se woh abhi bhi wahi loyal, pakiza aurat thi. Lekin andar se kuch toot chuka tha… aur woh jaanti thi ki yeh toh sirf shuruat thi.
Subah ke uthne ke baad Zoya ne bahut koshish ki ki woh normal rahe. Usne fresh salwar kameez pehni, dupatta theek kiya, veil lagaya aur ghar ka kaam shuru kar diya. Lekin uska jism usko dhokha de raha tha. Har kadam pe usko yaad aa raha tha — Pradeep ke muh mein uski chut, uske mota lund uske gale mein, aur woh garam, ganda maal jo usne nigla tha.
Jab woh kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi tabhi uske phone pe message aaya.
**Pradeep:**
“Bhabhi, aaj subah aapki awaaz bahut achhi lagi thi. Aapne kitna zor se moan kiya tha. Kya aap abhi bhi usi tarah geeli ho rahi hain?”
Zoya ka haath kaanp gaya. Usne jaldi se phone side kar diya. Uske chehre pe laal rang aa gaya. Woh sochne lagi, “Yeh aadmi ab bhi mujhe yaad kar raha hai… maine kya kar diya kal raat?”
Lekin uske andar ek aur awaaz bhi thi jo bol rahi thi ki woh chahti hai ki Pradeep phir aaye.
Shaam ko Sameer office se wapas aaya. Woh thak gaya tha. Zoya ne usko normal smile di, uske liye chai banayi aur baatein ki jaise kuch nahi hua tha. Sameer ko kuch shak nahi hua. Woh jaldi so gaya.
Raat ko Zoya bistar pe leti hui thi. Uski chut mein halki si khujli ho rahi thi. Woh baar baar kal raat ki baat soch rahi thi. Usne dheere se apni chut mein ungli daal li. Ek baar… phir do baar. Lekin maza nahi aa raha tha. Woh Pradeep ke lund ki motai yaad kar rahi thi.
Agli subah Pradeep ghar ke paas hi khada tha. Jab Zoya dustbin nikaalne ke liye bahar aayi toh usne usko dekha. Pradeep ne dheere se aankh maari aur muskuraya.
“Bhabhi… aap theek hain na? Kal raat ke baad thodi takleef toh nahi ho rahi?”
Zoya sharma ke sir jhuka leti. “Main… main theek hoon.”
Pradeep ne dheere se kaha, “Agar kabhi bhi takleef ho… ya phir kuch aur chahiye… toh aap mujhe bata dena. Main hamesha aapki madad ke liye ready hoon. Chahe woh light ka mamla ho, ya koi aur cheez.”
Usne last line itne gehre tone mein kahi ki Zoya samajh gayi ki woh sirf light ki baat nahi kar raha.
Agla do din Pradeep ne usko pareshan nahi kiya. Woh sirf dheere-dheere uske paas se guzarta, muskurata, aur ek baar uske haath ko touch kar deta tha jaise koi galti se. Har baar Zoya ka jism current se bhar jaata tha.
Teesre din shaam ko Pradeep ne message kiya:
**Pradeep:**
“Bhabhi, aaj Sameer bhai late aayenge. Main aapke ghar ke paas hi hoon. Agar aap akeli ho toh main aake dekh loon ki sab theek hai ya nahi.”
Zoya ne jaldi se reply kiya:
**Zoya:**
“Nahi… main theek hoon. Aap mat aana.”
Lekin usne message delete nahi kiya. Woh baar baar padh rahi thi.
Raat ke 9 baje Pradeep ka call aaya. Zoya ne uthaya.
“Bhabhi…” uski awaaz dheemi thi. “Aap abhi bhi mujhe mana kar rahi hain? Kal raat jab main aapki chut chaat raha tha tab aapne toh mujhe rokna nahi tha. Aapki awaaz itni pyari thi jab aap jhad rahi thi.”
Zoya ki saans atak gayi. Woh kuch bol nahi paayi.
Pradeep ne dheere se kaha, “Main abhi aapke building ke neeche hoon. Agar aap chahti hain ki main upar aa jaun… toh darwaza khula chhod dena. Warna main chala jaunga. Lekin aapko pata hai… aapki chut abhi bhi meri yaad kar rahi hogi.”
Zoya ne phone rakh diya. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. Woh 10 minute tak sochti rahi. Phir dheere se usne apna dupatta theek kiya, veil lagaya aur darwaze ki taraf gayi.
Usne darwaza band nahi kiya. Sirf halka sa khula chhod diya.
Pradeep ne dheere se darwaza khola aur andar aa gaya. Usne door lock kar diya.
Zoya wall ke saamne khadi thi, peeth uski taraf. Pradeep ne peeche se uske kamar pakad li.
“Aaj aapne mana nahi kiya, bhabhi…” usne uske kaan mein kaha. “Yeh matlab hai ki aap bhi chahti hain na?”
Zoya ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi. “Yeh… yeh galat hai. Main ek loyal biwi hoon… ek pakiza aurat hoon…”
Pradeep ne uski kameez upar ki aur uske bade boobs ko bahar nikaal liya. Usne nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya.
“Loyal biwi ki chut itni geeli kyun ho rahi hai mere lund ko dekh ke?” usne dheere se kaha.
Usne Zoya ko ghuma ke wall se laga diya. Phir usne uski salwar neeche ki aur apna mota lund uski geeli chut pe ragadne laga.
Zoya ki aankhon se aansu aa rahe the. “Pradeep… please… yeh mat karo… main… main nahi chahti…”
Lekin uske hips khud peeche ki taraf badh rahe the.
Pradeep ne dheere se uske kaan mein kaha, “Agar aap sach mein nahi chahti… toh abhi bol do. Main ruk jaunga.”
Zoya ne muh se kuch nahi kaha. Sirf ek chhoti si siskari nikli.
Pradeep ne muskurate hue apna lund dheere se uski chut mein daalna shuru kiya. Zoya ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uske muh se ek lambi, kaanpti hui awaaz nikli jab uska mota lund andar ghusne laga.
Woh dheere-dheere andar bahar karne laga. Har dhakke ke saath Zoya ki family izzat aur pakiza hone ka ehsaas tootta ja raha tha.
Pradeep ne uske veil pe haath rakh ke uska sir thoda peeche kiya aur dheere se kaha, “Ab bol bhabhi… kaisa lag raha hai apne pati ke alawa kisi aur ka lund andar lena?”
Zoya ne sirf ek hi baat kahi, woh bhi bahut dheemi awaaz mein…
“Bahut… bahut bura lag raha hai… lekin ruk mat… please…”
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