Nida, 29 saal ki ek khubsurat aurat thi. Uske chehre par woh masoomiyat thi jo Bihar ki ladkiyon mein aksar hoti hai, lekin uska badan ekdum jawan aur tight tha. Do bachchon ki maa hone ke bawajood uski figure bahut achhi thi – kamar patli, gaand gol aur ubhari hui, aur boobs bahut badhiya, tight aur bhare hue. Push-up bra pehenne se woh aur bhi seductive lagte the. Shaadi ke baad bhi usne apne aap ko maintain kiya tha.
Nida Bihar se thi, lekin ab Delhi ke Shaheen Bagh mein 6 number Thukar pe ek chhote se 2-room flat mein rehti thi. Uska pati Zeeshan Saudi Arabia mein job karta tha. Do saal se woh wahan tha, aur saal mein sirf ek mahine ke liye India aata tha. Baaki time Nida akeli hi sab sambhalti thi. Uske do bete the – bada 6 saal ka aur chhota 3 saal ka. Dono Jamia Millia ke college mein padhte the. Subah unko college chhodne ke baad Nida ka din khali ho jata tha. Koi rishtedar paas nahi the, sirf woh aur bachche.
Zeeshan jab India aata tha toh raat bhar usse pyar karta, lekin uske jaane ke baad Nida ko bahut akelapan mehsoos hota. Raat ko lights off karke woh apne sexy nighty pehen leti, push-up bra aur matching panty mein mirror ke saamne khadi hokar apne badan ko dekhti. Kabhi kabhi haath neeche le jaati, lekin poora sukoon nahi milta tha.
Ek din usne socha ki fitness ke liye gym join kar leti hai. Zeeshan ne pehle bhi usi gym mein workout kiya tha, toh Nida ne wahi join kar liya. Pehli baar jab woh gym gayi toh tight black leggings aur pink sports bra pehna tha, upar se ek loose T-shirt. Uske boobs bra mein dabke aur bhi ubhar rahe the. Gaand pe leggings tight thi, har kadam ke saath hil rahi thi.
Gym mein entry karte hi uski nazar Bilal pe padi. Bilal 32 saal ka muscular trainer tha – unmarrid, broad shoulders, bicep aur chest bahut tight aur bade. Uske abs clearly dikhte the tight T-shirt ke neeche. Woh gym ke regular clients ko personal training deta tha. Nida ko dekhkar usne muskurate hue approach kiya.
"Assalamualaikum ma'am. Aap nai ho na? Main Bilal, yahan senior trainer hoon," usne haath badhaya.
Nida sharmate hue salaam kiya aur apna naam bataya. Bilal ne usko form fill karwaya aur membership details liye. Jab Nida ne bataya ki uska husband Saudi mein hai aur sirf saal mein ek mahine aata hai, Bilal ki aankhon mein ek chamak aa gayi. Woh samajh gaya ki yeh aurat akeli hai, aur uske paas koi support nahi.
Pehle din Bilal ne khud Nida ko basic warm-up aur cardio karwaya. Jab woh treadmill pe chalne lagi, Bilal peeche khada tha aur uski gaand aur thighs ko dekhta ja raha tha. Nida ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki Bilal usko zyada dhyan se dekh raha hai. Jab squats karwane laga toh usne Nida ke hips ko haath se touch kiya, "Ma'am, posture aise rakhiye," kehkar. Uski ungliyan thodi der zyada hi ruk gayi.
Session ke baad Bilal ne paani ka bottle diya aur baat karne laga.
"Ma'am, aap bahut fit ho, lekin thoda shape improve kar sakte hain. Husband Saudi mein hain na? To aapko regular aana chahiye, main personally train karunga."
Nida ne muskurakar haan kar diya. Woh gym se ghar aayi toh uske dimag mein Bilal ki muscular body ghum rahi thi. Us raat nighty mein let kar usne socha – "Yeh trainer toh bahut handsome hai... aur mujhe achhe se dekh raha tha."
Agle din Nida phir gym gayi. Is baar usne ek tight plazo suit pehna tha jo uske boobs ko aur highlight karta tha. Bilal ne use wait kiya tha. Aaj woh usko weight training karwa raha tha. Jab Nida bench press kar rahi thi, Bilal uske upar jhuk kar help kar raha tha. Uska chehra Nida ke boobs ke bilkul paas tha. Nida ki saans tez ho rahi thi, na sirf workout se, balki Bilal ki closeness se bhi.
Session ke end mein Bilal ne kaha, "Nida ji, aap bahut mehnati ho. Akeli rehti hain itne bade bachchon ke saath, respect hai. Agar koi problem ho, tension ho, toh mujhe bata dena. Main help kar dunga."
Nida ne sharmate hue thanks kaha. Jab woh gym se nikal rahi thi, usne mirror mein dekha ki Bilal uski taraf hi dekh raha tha, aankhon mein wohi bhookh thi jo kisi aurat ko pehchaan leti hai. Nida ko pata chal gaya tha ki Bilal usko pasand karta hai. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si hichkichahat aur excitement saath-saath chal rahe the.
Nida Bihar se thi, lekin ab Delhi ke Shaheen Bagh mein 6 number Thukar pe ek chhote se 2-room flat mein rehti thi. Uska pati Zeeshan Saudi Arabia mein job karta tha. Do saal se woh wahan tha, aur saal mein sirf ek mahine ke liye India aata tha. Baaki time Nida akeli hi sab sambhalti thi. Uske do bete the – bada 6 saal ka aur chhota 3 saal ka. Dono Jamia Millia ke college mein padhte the. Subah unko college chhodne ke baad Nida ka din khali ho jata tha. Koi rishtedar paas nahi the, sirf woh aur bachche.
Zeeshan jab India aata tha toh raat bhar usse pyar karta, lekin uske jaane ke baad Nida ko bahut akelapan mehsoos hota. Raat ko lights off karke woh apne sexy nighty pehen leti, push-up bra aur matching panty mein mirror ke saamne khadi hokar apne badan ko dekhti. Kabhi kabhi haath neeche le jaati, lekin poora sukoon nahi milta tha.
Ek din usne socha ki fitness ke liye gym join kar leti hai. Zeeshan ne pehle bhi usi gym mein workout kiya tha, toh Nida ne wahi join kar liya. Pehli baar jab woh gym gayi toh tight black leggings aur pink sports bra pehna tha, upar se ek loose T-shirt. Uske boobs bra mein dabke aur bhi ubhar rahe the. Gaand pe leggings tight thi, har kadam ke saath hil rahi thi.
Gym mein entry karte hi uski nazar Bilal pe padi. Bilal 32 saal ka muscular trainer tha – unmarrid, broad shoulders, bicep aur chest bahut tight aur bade. Uske abs clearly dikhte the tight T-shirt ke neeche. Woh gym ke regular clients ko personal training deta tha. Nida ko dekhkar usne muskurate hue approach kiya.
"Assalamualaikum ma'am. Aap nai ho na? Main Bilal, yahan senior trainer hoon," usne haath badhaya.
Nida sharmate hue salaam kiya aur apna naam bataya. Bilal ne usko form fill karwaya aur membership details liye. Jab Nida ne bataya ki uska husband Saudi mein hai aur sirf saal mein ek mahine aata hai, Bilal ki aankhon mein ek chamak aa gayi. Woh samajh gaya ki yeh aurat akeli hai, aur uske paas koi support nahi.
Pehle din Bilal ne khud Nida ko basic warm-up aur cardio karwaya. Jab woh treadmill pe chalne lagi, Bilal peeche khada tha aur uski gaand aur thighs ko dekhta ja raha tha. Nida ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki Bilal usko zyada dhyan se dekh raha hai. Jab squats karwane laga toh usne Nida ke hips ko haath se touch kiya, "Ma'am, posture aise rakhiye," kehkar. Uski ungliyan thodi der zyada hi ruk gayi.
Session ke baad Bilal ne paani ka bottle diya aur baat karne laga.
"Ma'am, aap bahut fit ho, lekin thoda shape improve kar sakte hain. Husband Saudi mein hain na? To aapko regular aana chahiye, main personally train karunga."
Nida ne muskurakar haan kar diya. Woh gym se ghar aayi toh uske dimag mein Bilal ki muscular body ghum rahi thi. Us raat nighty mein let kar usne socha – "Yeh trainer toh bahut handsome hai... aur mujhe achhe se dekh raha tha."
Agle din Nida phir gym gayi. Is baar usne ek tight plazo suit pehna tha jo uske boobs ko aur highlight karta tha. Bilal ne use wait kiya tha. Aaj woh usko weight training karwa raha tha. Jab Nida bench press kar rahi thi, Bilal uske upar jhuk kar help kar raha tha. Uska chehra Nida ke boobs ke bilkul paas tha. Nida ki saans tez ho rahi thi, na sirf workout se, balki Bilal ki closeness se bhi.
Session ke end mein Bilal ne kaha, "Nida ji, aap bahut mehnati ho. Akeli rehti hain itne bade bachchon ke saath, respect hai. Agar koi problem ho, tension ho, toh mujhe bata dena. Main help kar dunga."
Nida ne sharmate hue thanks kaha. Jab woh gym se nikal rahi thi, usne mirror mein dekha ki Bilal uski taraf hi dekh raha tha, aankhon mein wohi bhookh thi jo kisi aurat ko pehchaan leti hai. Nida ko pata chal gaya tha ki Bilal usko pasand karta hai. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si hichkichahat aur excitement saath-saath chal rahe the.
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