Adultery Maa Bani Classmate: Part II — Shadows of Desire

[Joker44]

Subah ki roshni Khanna Mansion ke bade-bade glass windows se hote hue pure drawing room mein phail chuki thi. Bahar garden mein chiriyon ki chahchahat thi, lekin ghar ke andar ek ajeeb si sannaata aur thandi khamoshi thi. Trupti ne apni aankhein kholi toh use pehle ek second ke liye laga ki shayad yeh sab ek bura sapna tha. Usne bed par karvat li, apna haath aage badhaya — par wahan sirf khali chaadar thi. Koi garam jism nahi, koi strong baahein nahi jo use apni taraf khech lein. Rahul ja chuka tha. Uska shehar, uska ghar, uske daant ke nishaan aur uski wo bhaari aawaz — sab pichle do dino mein jaise kahin gayab ho gaye the, aur peechhe chhod gaye the bas ye bada sa khali makan aur Trupti ka bechain dil.

Usne bistar se uthkar bathroom ki taraf kadam badhaye. Mirror ke saamne khade hokar jab usne apne chehre ko dekha, toh use wahi purani Trupti nazar aayi — campus ki Vice President, sabki pyaari, Abhay ki hone wali biwi. Lekin aankhon ke neeche wo dark circles, wo halki si soojan bata rahi thi ki sachai kuch aur thi. Kal raat Abhay ke saath bitaye gaye ghante aur woh soft, pure kiss abhi bhi uske hothon par the. Abhay ka pyaar ek safe harbour ki tarah tha, ek aisi zameen jahan pair rakhne par koi khatra nahi hota, koi darr nahi hota. Par Trupti ka dil ab us safe zameen par rehne ke kaabil nahi bacha tha. Rahul ka woh achanak aana aur fir yun chale jana, uske andar ek aisi aag laga gaya tha jo bujhne ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Tayyar hokar jab woh niche aayi, toh ghar bilkul sunsaan tha. Staff apne kaam mein laga hua tha, par unki aawazein bhi dheeri thi jaise is ghar ki udaasi un par bhi haavi ho. Trupti ne kuch khane ki koshish ki, par niwala gale se niche nahi utra. Usne apna bag uthaya aur gate ki taraf chal di. Bahar auto ki talash mein khadi thi ki tabhi ek familiar black bike aakar uske saamne ruki.
Abhay helmet utaar raha tha. Uske chehre par wahi chamak thi jo hamesha hoti thi jab woh Trupti ko dekhta tha. Usne apni black shirt pehni thi, baal thode se hawa mein bikhre hue the. Usne bike ka stand lagaya aur seedha Trupti ke paas aaya.
“Good morning, jaan,” Abhay ne muskurate hue kaha aur ek coffee cup uski taraf badhaya. “Teri favourite, extra cream ke saath. Mujhe pata hai tu subah jaldi mein kuch nahi khati, isliye yehi tera breakfast hai aaj.”



Trupti ne cup lete hue usko dekha. Uske haath ki garmahat cup se hote hue Trupti ke hatho tak pahunchi. “Thank you, Abhay… tu har baar mera itna khayal kyun rakhta hai?”

Abhay ne uska haath apne haath mein liya aur halka sa dabaya. “Kyunki tu meri hai. Aur 3rd year ka pehla din hai, college gate par sabki nazrein hum par hongi. Tu thodi nervous lag rahi hai?”
“Nahi… bas neend puri nahi hui,” Trupti ne nazrein jhuka li.
College gate par pahunchte hi wahi bheed, wahi shor aur wahi purana mahol mila. 3rd year ke students ke beech ek alag hi energy thi. Junior students unhe respect se dekh rahe the. Jaise hi Abhay aur Trupti corridor mein enter hue, logon ki kaan-phusi shuru ho gayi. Abhay ko Student Council President aur Trupti ko Vice President ke roop mein dekhkar sabhi keh rahe the — “The ultimate power couple.”
Abhay ne apna ek haath Trupti ki kamar par rakha, use apne thoda aur kareeb kiya aur dheere se bola, “Dekh, sabhi log humein hi dekh rahe hain. Officially campus ke sabse cool couple ban chuke hain hum.”
Trupti ne ek feeki si muskaan apne chehre par laane ki koshish ki. “Haan… sab theek hai.”
Lekin din bhar lectures ke dauran Trupti ka dimaag kahin aur hi bhatakta raha. Professor board par equations likh rahe the, aur Trupti apni notebook mein bas Rahul ka naam likh-likh kar kaat rahi thi. Lunch break mein Abhay use canteen ke corner table par le gaya. Usne apne haath se Trupti ko khana khilaya, college fest ke bare mein bataya, aur unki aane wali shaadi ke sapne sajata raha. Trupti bas “hmm” aur “haan” kehti rahi. Uski aankhein Abhay ke chehre par thi, par dimaag Khanna Mansion ki uss dark room mein tha jahan Rahul ki T-shirt abhi bhi uske bistar par rakhi thi.
Shaam ko jab classes khatam hui, toh Abhay use ek peaceful café mein le gaya. Wahan ek isolated corner table par baith kar unhone coffee order ki. Abhay ne Trupti ka haath apne haathon mein liya aur apne anguthe se uski ungliyon ko sehlaane laga.
“Trupti, sach bata kya baat hai?” Abhay ki aawaz mein ab ek chinta thi, ek darr tha jo woh chhupa nahi paa raha tha. “Pichle do dino se tu mere paas hokar bhi mere paas nahi hai. Jab main tujhse baat karta hoon, tera dimaag kahin aur hota hai. Koi problem hai kya?”
Trupti ka gala sookh gaya. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha — wahi masoom, saccha pyaar jo uspar jaan chhidakta tha. Uske andar achanak guilt ka ek bada sa pahaad toot pada. Main iske saath dhokha kar rahi hoon.
“Kuch nahi, Abhay… bas ghar par thoda akelapan lag raha hai. Mummy-papa bahar gaye hain, aur ye bada sa ghar… ajeeb lagta hai,” Trupti ne aakhiri koshish karke jhooth bola.
Abhay ne uska haath uthakar apne gaal par laga liya. Uska touch itna warm aur comforting tha ki Trupti ke aansu nikalne hi wale the. “Main hoon na yaar. Jab tak main hoon, tu akeli kaise ho sakti hai? Chal, main tujhe abhi ghar chhod deta hoon, tu achhe se rest kar.”
Jab woh café se bahar nikle aur parking mein aaye, toh Abhay ne bina kisi warning ke Trupti ko apni taraf khinch liya. Usne apne hoth Trupti ke hothon par rakh diye.
Wo kiss shuru mein bahut soft aur gentle tha. Abhay apne pure pyaar aur care ke sath uske hothon par apne hoth move kar raha tha, jaise woh Trupti ko har darr se azaad kar dena chahta ho. Trupti ne bhi aankhein band kar li aur us kiss ka jawab diya. Abhay ke haath uski kamar par the, unka physical contact dheere-dheere gehra hota gaya. Abhay ne apni jeebh se Trupti ke hothon ko kholne ki koshish ki, aur Trupti ne apna muh khol diya. Wo kiss lambi aur intense hoti gayi. Abhay ki saansein tez ho rahi thi, aur Trupti ke haath Abhay ke baalon mein jakad chuke the.



Lekin is gehre kiss ke beech, achanak se Trupti ke dimag mein Rahul ka woh roop aa gaya — woh brutal, possessive kiss, wo zidd, wo daant ke nishaan jo uske jism par chhod gaya tha. Wo aag jo Rahul ki ek jhalak se bhadak uthti thi, woh Abhay ke is pure aur gentle pyaar ke saamne ek alag hi daastan keh rahi thi.

Trupti ne hichkichaate hue apna chehra piche kiya. Usne apni saansein control ki.
Abhay ne thoda hairan hokar, pyaar bhari aankhon se use dekha. “Kya hua, jaan? Thhak gayi hai kya?”
“Haan… thoda headache ho raha hai, Abhay,” Trupti ne nazrein churate hue kaha.
Abhay ne uska maatha choom liya. “Koi baat nahi. Chal, ghar chalte hain.”
Raste bhar bike par baithte waqt Trupti ne Abhay ki kamar ko pakda hua tha, par uska jism thanda pad chuka tha. Jab Abhay ne use Khanna Mansion ke gate par utara, toh usne wahi standard alvida kaha — “Good night, jaan. Call karna mat bhoolna.” Trupti ne muskurate hue haan kaha aur gate ke andar chali gayi.
Jaise hi bada sa darwaza band hua aur andar andhera sa chhaya, Trupti ne apne heels utare aur seedhi upar Rahul ke room ki taraf bhagi. Usne darwaza andar se lock kiya, light on nahi ki, aur sidhe bed par gir gayi.
Usne wahi black T-shirt uthayi jo Rahul ki thi. Usne use apne chehre se chipka liya. Us T-shirt mein abhi bhi Rahul ke perfume ki wo heavy, masculine smell thi jo Trupti ke pure system ko nasha de rahi thi. Uski aankhon se ansu behnikle, jo ab tak roke hue the.
Ek taraf Abhay tha — campus ka hero, ek ideal boyfriend, ek aisi future life ki guarantee jismein sirf sukoon, izzat aur saaf-suthra pyaar tha. Abhay ke sath hone ka matlab tha ki samaj ki nazron mein sab kuch perfect tha.
Aur dusri taraf Rahul tha — ek aisi aandhi jo sab kuch ujaad kar rakh deti thi, ek aisi bhookh jo Trupti ke andar ke har ek dabaye hue armaan ko jaga deti thi, ek aisa rishta jo paap tha, jo galat tha, lekin jiske bina Trupti ka saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha.
Usne T-shirt ko aur kas kar apne seene se laga liya. Hothon par Abhay ke kiss ki woh soft nami abhi bhi thi, lekin dil ke andar Rahul ke daant ke nishaanon ki jalan bhi taza thi. Wo dono duniya ke do alag kismo ke kinaro par khadi thi, aur beech mein thi Trupti — jo na Abhay ko chhod sakti thi, aur na Rahul ki us dark addiction se bahar aa sakti thi.
Kamre ke andhere mein Trupti ki siskiyan goonj rahi thi. Ek saal... abhi ek saal baaki tha college khatam hone mein, aur is lambi ladaai mein uska khud ka wajood kahan jaakar rukega, yeh woh khud nahi jaanti thi.


Shaam ke 6:45 baj rahe the.

Trupti ne mirror ke saamne khade hokar apni white top aur light-blue high-waist jeans ko ek baar phir dhyan se check kiya. Top ka neck thoda deep tha, jisse uski collarbones aur neck line saaf dikh rahi thi. Baal khule the, halki hawa mein udate hue. Hothon par soft pink lipstick thi jo uske chehre par ek fresh glow de rahi thi. Pichle kai dino se woh Abhay ke saath properly time spend nahi kar paayi thi — kabhi college ke kaam, kabhi personal commitments aur aisi hi baatein beech mein aa rahi thi. Aaj usne subah hi khud Abhay ko message karke kaha tha, "Aaj tu drive nahi karega. Main aati hoon."
Uske paas apni black Hyundai Creta thi, jo usne khud drive karne ke liye li thi. Doosri taraf, Abhay ke paas sirf ek purani bike thi, jis par woh aksar college aur baahar ghuma karta tha. Ek middle-class background se aane wale ladke ke liye yeh sab normal tha, aur Trupti ne kabhi bhi us baat ko ya uske paas gaadi na hone ko kabhi koi issue nahi banaya tha. Uske liye Abhay ka hona hi kaafi tha.
Woh gaadi lekar seedha Abhay ke ghar ke paas pahunchi. Abhay wahan already bahar khada uska intezaar kar raha tha — ek simple black shirt aur dark jeans mein, jiske sleeves usne elbows tak roll up kiye hue the. Usne jaise hi Trupti ki Creta ko dekha, uske chehre par ek rahat bhari aur pyaar bhari muskaan aa gayi.
Woh passenger seat ka darwaza kholkar baitha aur seat belt pehnta hua bola, "Aaj tu drive kar rahi hai?" usne thoda haste hue poocha.
Trupti ne gear shift karte hue kaha, "Haan. Tu hamesha mujhe apni bike par le jaata hai aur drive karta hai. Aaj main le jaa rahi hoon, mera bhi man tha."
Abhay ne jhuk kar uske gaal par apni ungli feri aur dheemi aawaz mein kaha, "Phir toh aaj tu hi boss hai, madam."
Trupti ne halki si khubsoorat muskaan di aur gaadi aage badha di.
Pehle woh ek quiet aur peaceful lakeside restaurant gaye, jahan zyada bheed nahi thi. Dinner kaafi simple aur comfortable tha — white sauce pasta, garlic bread, aur refreshing mocktails. Poore dinner ke dauran Abhay ki nazrein sirf aur sirf Trupti par thi. Kabhi woh table ke across uska haath apne haath mein le leta, kabhi uske baalon ki lutt ko kaan ke peeche kar deta. Baatein kaafi normal aur sukoon bhari thin — college ki upcoming activities, college fest ke plans, aur unke future ke chote-chote sapne. Lekin is sab ke beech, Abhay ki nazar baar-baar ghoom-fir kar Trupti ke hothon par aur uske top ke deep neck par chali jaati thi, jisse uski aankhon mein ek alag hi chamak aa jaati thi.
Dinner khatam hone ke baad jab woh gaadi mein wapas aaye, toh Trupti ne steering wheel par haath rakhte hue kaha, "Chal… thodi der aur ghumte hain. Ghar jaane ka man nahi hai abhi."
Woh shehar ke shor-sharaabe se door, ek sunsaan aur isolated road ki taraf chal padi, jahan street lights kaafi kam thin aur road ke dono taraf bade-bade gane ped the. Mahol bilkul shant tha. Trupti ne gaadi roadside par lagakar engine band kar diya. Abhi gaadi ke andar sirf unki dheemi saansein thi aur AC ki halki si huming sound thi.
Abhay ne apni seat se mudkar uski taraf dekha aur poocha, "Yahan kyun ruk gayi? Kuch hua kya?"
Trupti ne bina kuch kahe apni seat belt kholi aur seat par thoda ghum kar Abhay ki taraf mudi. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si zid aur khichav tha. "Kyunki… mujhe tujhe kiss karna tha. Aur yahan koi nahi hai."
Abhay ki aankhon mein turant ek gahri garmi aur desire utar aayi. Usne ek pal bhi zaya kiye bina apna haath aage badhaya, Trupti ka chehra apne dono haathon ke cup mein liya, aur bina kisi der ke uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye.



Pehla kiss kaafi slow aur soft tha, jaise dono ek doosre ki maujoodgi ko mehsoos kar rahe ho. Lekin dheere-dheere woh gehra hota gaya. Abhay ki jeebh ne jaise hi Trupti ke hothon ki lakeer ko chhuda, Trupti ne apna munh thoda aur khol diya. Unke hoth aapas mein milkar geele ho rahe the. Abhay ne bina soche uski kamar par apni mazboot pakad banayi aur usse apni taraf khinch liya. Beech mein rakhi hui gear console dono ke jism ke beech takra rahi thi, lekin is waqt unhe is baat se zara sa bhi fark nahi pad raha tha ki woh kahan the.

Kiss ke beech mein hi Abhay ki saansein bhari ho gayi thin. Usne dheemi, nasha bhari aawaz mein kaha, "Fuck… kitne soft hain tere hoth, Trupti. Roz subah uthkar yahi sochta hoon ki inhe kaise choosun, kaise apne paas rakhun."
Trupti ke munh se ek halki si moan nikaali. Usne apna ek haath Abhay ke baal mein daalakar uske sar ko aur zor se apne kareeb kar liya. Kiss aur zyada intense ho gaya. Is dauran Abhay ka haath dheere se sarakta hua Trupti ki white top ke neeche chala gaya. Bina kisi jhijhak ke usne seedha uske left bra cup ko upar kiya aur uske nange, garam boob ko apne poore haath mein bhar liya.
"Ahh… Abhay…" Trupti ki ek patli si aawaz nikaal gayi aur uski peeth thodi si arch ho gayi.





Abhay ne uske soft nipple ko apni ungliyon ke beech mein lekar halka sa press kiya. Uske tone mein ek alag hi possession tha. "Itne tight ho gaye hain… tu bhi nahi chahti thi na rukna? Sach bata, kitna miss kar rahi thi mujhe?"

Trupti ne sharm aur jism ki garmi se apni aankhein band kar li aur uska chehra phir se choom liya. Uske andar kahin na kahin ek chota sa guilt zaroor tha — ek aisi hi dastan ka jo purani yaadon aur doosre rishton se judi thi — lekin is waqt uske jism ne har ek sawal ka jawab sirf physical response dekar khatam kar diya tha. Abhay ne uske dono boobs ko top ke upar nikaal liya. Uski soft, bhari hui chhatiyan ab poori tarah Abhay ke nange haathon mein thin. Woh kabhi ek ko dabata, kabhi nipples ko pinch karta, aur phir khud ko rok na paakar jhuk gaya aur seedha uske ek boob ko apne munh mein bhar kar choosne laga.
"Abhay… aahh… yarr… aisi mat kar…" Trupti ki moan ab thodi tez aur behqti hui ho gayi thi. Usne Abhay ka sar apne boobs par aur zor se chipkaye rakha, apni ungliyon ko uske baalon mein uljhaate hue. Abhay uske left nipple ko apane geele munh mein lekar zor-zor se choos raha tha, apni jeebh ko uske palle par ghumate hue, jabki doosre haath se woh right boob ko daba raha tha.
"Itna tasty hai tu…" Abhay ne munh thoda hata kar, gaalon par paseena liye kaha. "Mera bas chale toh main roz din bhar bas inhe choosun. Tere ye soft boobs… sirf aur sirf mere hain."
Trupti ki saansein ab kaafi tez chal rahi thi, uske seene ka utaar-chadhaw saaf dikh raha tha. Usne bina soche Abhay ka ek haath pakda aur usse dheere se kheench kar apni jeans ke front button par rakh diya. Abhay ek pal ke liye ruka, uski aankhon mein ek shaitani aur deewangi bhari chamak thi. Woh samajh gaya tha ki Trupti kya chahti hai. Usne turant uski jeans ka metal button khola, zip ko neeche kiya, aur apna garam haath seedha andar daal diya. Uski ungliyan bina kisi rukawat ke seedha panty ke fabric ko cheerte hue andar utar gayi.
"Fuck, itni geeli hai tu andar se…" Abhay ne uske kaan ke paas, ek dam garm saanson mein phusfusaya. "Bas itna sa kiss karne aur touch karne se hi itna bhig gayi meri jaan?"
Trupti ne sharm aur pure surrender ke aalam mein apna chehra Abhay ke kandhe par chhupa liya, lekin uske munh se nikalne wali moans nahi ruki. "Mmm… Abhay… please… ruk mat…"
Abhay ne apni do ungliyan uski choot ke andar ghusa di. Wahan ka mahol bilkul garam, geele aur tight tha. Woh apni ungliyon ko dheere-dheere andar-bahar karne laga, aur sath hi apne thumb se uske clit ko halka-halka press kar raha tha. Trupti ki kamar gaadi ki seat par apne aap upar-neeeche hilne lagi. Uska jism is waqt kisi electric current ki tarah kaap raha tha.
"Aahh… haan… wahin par… aahhh… Abhay… dheere… nahi, tez kar… aahhh…" uski aawaz toot rahi thi, gale se bas siskiyan nikal rahi thin.
Abhay ne apni ungliyon ki speed ko aur tez kar diya. Uski ungliyon ki movement se geelapan aur badh gaya tha, aur car ke andar ek halki si geeli aawaz goonj rahi thi. Trupti ne Abhay ki black shirt ko apni mutthi mein itna kas liya tha ki uske nakhun Abhay ki peeth ki skin par gad rahe the, jisse Abhay ko dard nahi balki ek aur zyada maza aa raha tha.
"Itni tight choot… saali kitni horny ho gayi hai aaj mere liye," Abhay ne ek dam dirty aur raw tone mein kaha, jo Trupti ko aur bhi paagal kar raha tha. "Sach kahun toh mera dil karta hai ki abhi ke abhi isme apna lund daal kar tujhe poora bhar doon. Aaj nahi… kyunki main tujhe car mein aise nahi lena chahta, lekin bohot jaldi… bohot jaldi main tujhe poora lunga, hamesha ke liye."
Trupti ki aankhein pichhak gayi, dimaag sunn ho gaya tha. Usne apna munh Abhay ke gale aur shoulder mein daba liya taaki agar koi aas-paas se guzre toh uski chillane ki awaaz bahar na aaye. Uska poora jism ek hard stiffness mein badalne laga tha. "Abhay… main… aahh… aa rahi hoon… bas… bas…!"



Nikal… mere haath pe nikal de sab kuch," Abhay ne aur zyada aggressive hote hue apni ungliyon ki speed ko peak par pahuncha diya.

Aur usi pal, Trupti ka ek zabardast orgasm hit hua. Uska poora jism ek jhatke se kaanp utha. Uski choot ne Abhay ki ungliyon ko andar se itni buri tarah tightly pakad liya ki Abhay ko khud us intensity ka ehsaas hua. Ek lambi, tharthi hui aur behad loud moan Trupti ke munh se nikal gayi jo car ke glass par takra kar reh gayi. "Aahhh… fuck… Abhay… ahhhhh!"
Woh agle kuch seconds tak Abhay ke haath mein hi thar-thar kaapti rahi, saansein ruki hui thin. Abhay ne dheere-dheere apni ungliyan uske andar se bahar nikaali. Usne un geele, glistening haathon aur ungliyon ko Trupti ke hothon ke paas laya aur bola, "Chaath isko."
Trupti ne halki si khuli hui aankhon se dekha. Thodi si sharm zaroor aayi, lekin bina kisi hesitation ke usne Abhay ki un ungliyon ko apne munh mein liya aur poori tarah saaf kar diya. Abhay ne turant jhuk kar uske hothon ko ek aur deep, rich kiss kiya, unke beech us apas ke taste ko share karte hue.
Thodi der tak dono wahan khamosh baith kar apni saansein normal karte rahe. Phir Abhay ne pyaar se Trupti ke boobs ko wapas uski bra mein set kiya, uski top ko theek kiya, aur Trupti ne apni jeans ka button aur zip band ki.
Abhay ne jhuk kar uske maathe par ek lamba aur warm kiss kiya. "Itni sexy hai tu… sach mein, kabhi-kabhi khud par control rakhna impossible ho jaata hai mere liye."
Trupti ne apna haath Abhay ke gaal par rakha. Uski aankhein ab bhi thodi heavy aur geeli thi. "Tu bhi… mujhe pata hai."
Usne gaadi ka engine start kiya, aur wapas shehar ki roshniyon ki taraf nikal padi. Poore raaste bhar Abhay ne uska ek haath apne haath mein kas kar pakde rakha, aur beech-beech mein apna doosra haath Trupti ki jaangh par rakh kar usey sehlaata raha.
Jab gaadi Khanna Mansion ke bade se gate par pahunchi, toh Abhay ne utarne se pehle usse ek last, soft aur pyaar bhara kiss diya.
"Kal milte hain college mein. Aur yaad rakhna… next time," usne Trupti ke kaan ke paas dheere se kaha, "main tujhe poora lunga, apne room mein, bina kisi jaldbazi ke."
Trupti ne sharmate hue apni aankhein neeche ki. "Good night, Abhay."
Woh gaadi se utar kar andar aayi. Bada sa khali ghar, jahan sannata saas le raha tha.
Usne seedha washroom mein jaakar apna chehra paani se dhoya. Mirror mein dekhne par usey pata chala ki uske hoth thode suje hue aur red the, aur uski gardan par Abhay ke passionate kiss ke halka sa nishaan bhi chhod gaya tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech ab bhi us intimacy ka geelapan mehsoos ho raha tha.
Usne apni aankhein band kar li.
Abhay ka touch bohot soft tha, passionate tha, aur un dirty words ke bawajood usme ek aisi care thi jo Trupti ko andar tak pighla deti thi. Usne is sab ko poori tarah enjoy kiya tha — uske jism ne har ek second ke liye Abhay ko bina kisi shart ke respond kiya tha.
Lekin jab woh chal kar apne andhere aur sunsaan room mein aayi, toh achanak uski nazar us black T-shirt par padi jo almari ke ek kone mein chupchap rakhi thi.
Ek saal…
Abhay usse yeh sab kuch dega — pyaar, touch, physical intimacy, woh dirty words aur wo saare intense orgasms. Woh usse beinteha chahta hai, aur isme koi shak nahi tha ki Abhay ke dil mein Trupti ke liye ek saccha respect bhi tha. Woh hamesha yahi kehta tha ki Trupti uske liye sirf ek physical attraction nahi, balki uski future wife aur uski life ka sabse important hissa hai. Abhay ko yeh bhi acche se pata tha ki Trupti kabhi bhi aisi ladki nahi ban sakti jo apne morals ya boundaries ko cross kare, isliye woh har cheez mein uska dhyan rakhta tha. Jaise vacation par bhi, jab Abhay ke paas mauka tha, tab bhi usne car mein kuch aisi zabardasti ya galat harkat nahi ki thi kyunki woh chahta tha ki jab bhi woh Trupti ko poori tarah paaye, toh woh ek romantic aur proper tarike se ho, na ki kisi hasty ya cheap tarike se.
Lekin in sab ke beech, woh khali jagah jo Rahul ne chhod di thi… woh jagah aaj bhi bilkul waise hi khali padi thi.
Trupti bed par lette hue upar ceiling ki taraf dekhne lagi. Uski saansein ab normal ho chuki thin, aur hothon par Abhay ke kiss ka taste abhi bhi baaki tha.
Lekin dimaag mein ek aisi hi purani baat ghoomi — kuch din pehle hi Abhay ke sath baith kar unhone Rahul ke baare mein thodi baat ki thi. Abhay ne khud bataya tha ki Rahul ka ek message aaya tha ki woh USA ja raha hai, aur Abhay uske liye kaafi khush dikh raha tha kyunki Rahul ke pita kaafi rich the aur woh wahan settle ho raha tha. Trupti ne bas halka sa nod karke kaha tha ki Rahul ek acha ladka hai aur usne unki mushkil waqt mein kaafi madad ki thi. Abhay ne bhi turant maan liya tha aur kaha tha, "Haan, he was our saviour in many ways."
Lekin sirf Trupti hi jaanti thi ki sach kya tha — Rahul koi sirf ek madadgar nahi, balki us pure game ka mastermind tha jisne yeh sab kuch khada kiya tha. Aur abhi, jabki Abhay ko is baat ka door-door tak koi andaza nahi tha ki Trupti aur Rahul ke beech kya gheri, complex aur physical history reh chuki hai — kyonki Abhay ke liye Trupti bas ek innocent, pyaari si ladki thi jise woh apni wife banana chahta tha — tabhi achanak se Trupti ke phone ki screen chamki.
Ek naya message screen par flash hua.
Aur woh message kisi aur ka nahi, balki seedha Rahul ka tha — ek aisi image ya hint ke sath jo sirf isliye bheja gaya tha taaki Abhay ke samne yah fir Trupti ko yeh yaad rahe ki Rahul abhi bhi background mein kahin na kahin zinda hai, aur Abhay yeh kabhi nahi jaan paayega ki Trupti sach mein kis-kis ke sath jud chuki thi. Trupti ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya, aur room ka andhera usey aur bhi zyada gahra lagne laga.







Morning Routine & The Chaos Committee
Subah ke 7:20 baj rahe the.
Girls hostel ke second floor par room no. 204 mein Trupti ki aankhein khuli. Ussne pehle pale yellow ceiling ke cracks ko dekha, phir slow motion mein side mein Sheetal ke bed ki taraf nazar ghumaayi. Sheetal abhi bhi deep sleep mein thi — ek taang blanket se bahar latki hui thi, aur uska muh pillow mein poori tarah dabaaya hua tha. Kamre mein ek halki si basanti aur lavender ki khushbu tair rahi thi, jo Sheetal ke wooden diffuser se aa rahi thi.
Trupti ne bina koi aawaz kiye dheere se kambal hataya. Thandi tile floor par pair rakhte hi ek halka sa shiver daud gaya. Woh chupchaap uthkar bathroom mein chali gayi. Mirror ke samne khade hokar usne cold water se apna face wash kiya. Jab usne towel se chehra pocha aur mirror mein dekha, toh aankhon ke neeche ki thakan thodi kam zaroor lagi, lekin poori tarah gayab nahi hui thi. Pichle kai din se woh conscious effort kar rahi thi normal rehne ka. Abhay ke saath time spend karna, lectures attend karna, friends ke saath baithna… sab kuch ek routine ki tarah chal raha tha. Lekin woh jaanti thi ki yeh sab ek shield ki tarah tha. Asli test toh tab hota tha jab raat ko hostel ki lights off hoti thi, aur woh khali pan ek baar phir se uske chaaron taraf ghera daal leta tha.
Jab woh fresh hokar bahar aayi, toh Sheetal apne bed par stretch karte hue ungli kar rahi thi.
“Uth gayi early bird?” Sheetal ne apni ek aankh kholkar, baalon mein haath firate hue kaha. “Aaj Friday hai yaar. Weekend shuru hone wala hai. Thoda aur so na leti, kaunsa attendance kam hai teri.”
“Habit ho gayi hai subah jaldi uthne ki,” Trupti ne halka sa muskuraate hue cupboard se apni fresh kurti nikaalte hue kaha. “Tu naha ke aa jaldi. Main group mein dekh leti hoon kya plan hai aaj ka canteen ka.”
Trupti ne apna phone uthaya. WhatsApp par unke core friends group ka naam tha **“The Chaos Committee”**. Is group ke 5 pillar the — Trupti, Sheetal, Kriti, Meher, aur Ananya.
Group chat subah se hi buzzing thi:
**Kriti:**
Aaj canteen mein 1 baje sharp milna sab log. Ek important baat discuss karni hai, koi excuse nahi chalega.
**Meher:**
Important ya phir tu kisi naye senior ya ladke ke bare mein gossip karne wali hai? Pehle hi bata de, biology assignment poora nahi hua hai mera.
**Ananya:**
Dono exactly same cheez hai Meher ? Kriti ke liye kisi cute ladke ka hona hi world war 3 jitna important hota hai.
**Kriti:**
Chup baitho dono. Iss baar serious hoon yaar. Aana zaroor hai.
Trupti ne apna phone unlock karke type kiya:
**Trupti:**
Main aa rahi hoon time par. Sheetal ko uthane mein abhi 15-20 minute aur lagenge, toh hum dono saath hi enter karenge canteen mein.
Sheetal bathroom ke darwaze se baahar aate hue chillaayi, “Main sun rahi hoon sab! Aur 10 minute mein ready hoke baahar aa rahi hoon, jhooti afwah mat faila.”

 College Campus & The Friday Vibe
College campus mein Friday ka mahaul hamesha se thoda light, thoda lazy aur energetic hota tha. Last lectures ke baad students ke chehron par weekend ka sukoon saaf dikhta tha. Trupti apni regular classes attend karti rahi, notes banati rahi, par dhyan kahin aur hi bhatak raha tha.
Kabhi-kabhi psychology department ke corridor se guzarte waqt Abhay se achanak nazar mil jaati thi. Woh door se hi apni signature, crooked smile deta tha. Kai baar toh woh apni class se nikal kar seedha Trupti ke paas aata, bina kisi parwah ke uske baal se halka sa khelta, aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se bolta — “Shaam ko free hai na? Canteen ke peeche milte hain.”
Trupti bina soche haan bol deti thi. Unka yeh soft public affection aur comfort ab poore campus mein ek normal baat ban chuki thi. College ke juniors aur baaki students unhe ek 'power couple' ki tarah dekhte the. Koi ab unhe dekh kar chalta nahi tha ya kaan-phusi nahi karta tha; sabko pata tha yeh dono ek-dusre ke liye fix hain.
Dophar ke 1 baje, jab bell baji, toh sabhi log canteen ki taraf bhage. Canteen ka corner table — jo hamesha unhi ke group ke liye reserved maana jata tha — wahan poori gang ikattha ho thi.
Kriti ne jaise hi Trupti ko table par aate dekha, apna juice ka glass side mein rakhte hue bola, “Arre madam, aa jao! Waise ab toh tu aur Abhay officially campus ke king-queen ho gaye ho. Sach batao, kal library ke bahar kya scene chal raha tha? Maine apni aankhon se dekha usne tujhe corner mein rok kar kiss kar liya tha.”
Sheetal ne apni coffee ka cup rakhte hue aankhein badi karte hue turant poocha, “Kiss? Open mein library ke paas? Details de jaldi!”
Trupti ke gore gaal ekdum se laal tamatar ho gaye. Usne apne haath ke paas rakha napkin utha kar Kriti ki taraf phenkte hue kaha, “Kuch bhi mat bol Kriti! Aisa kuch nahi tha… bas ek normal sa… peck tha. Itna bada chadha ke mat bol baat ko.”
Meher ne zor se haste hue kaha, “Peck bolke tu humein bewakoof mat bana Trupti. Kal poori second year ki ladkiyan tujhe corridor mein aise ghoor rahi thi jaise tera khoon pi jayengi. Abhay ki itni badi fan following hai, aur tune akele hi sabko single-handedly friend-zone kar diya hai. Yeh teri ultimate power hai yaar.”
Ananya ne apna straw chabate hue, ek philosophical expression ke saath kaha, “Sach mein yaar. Abhay ka attitude hi alag ho gaya hai jab se woh tere sath hai. Woh pehle kitna aloof rehta tha, kisi se dhang se baat nahi karta tha, par tere samne aate hi uska soft side bahar aa jata hai.”
Trupti ne ek feeki si hasne ki koshish ki. Ussne apne andar chal rahe storm ko chupane ke liye cup ko ghumaaya aur boli, “Band karo yaar yeh sab. Normal baat hai, itna bada issue mat banao isko.”
Kriti ne thoda serious hote hue aage badhkar Trupti ka haath apne haath mein liya. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha aur boli, “Normal nahi hai, kyunki hum tujhe saalon se jaante hain. Tum dono cute ho, ismein koi shak nahi hai. Lekin haan… ek baat sach bolun? Pichle kuch dino se tu andar se thodi quiet lag rahi hai. Jaise teri body yahan hai, par tera dhyan kahin aur hi fasa hua hai. Sab theek hai na ghar par?”
Trupti ka dil ek second ke liye zorse dhadka. Lekin usne turant apne aap ko sambhala aur ek convincing smile chehre par le aayi. “Haan yaar, bilkul theek hai. Bas… ghar thoda khali-khali lag raha hai. Papa aur mummy dono kuch dino ke liye baahar gaye hain relatives ke yahan, toh akeli thi kuch din, bas wahi adjustment problem chal rahi hai.”
Sheetal ne turant apna kandha Trupti ke kandhe se touch karte hue uske upar haath rakha. “Koi baat nahi pagli. Hostel mein hum sab hain na tere paas. Agar akela ya bore feel ho toh seedha bata dena. Aaj raat ko room mein proper gossip + double cheese Maggi ka plan pakka hai.”
Group mein sabne haan mein gardan hilaayi aur baatein phir se track par aa gayi. Phir baatein shuru ho gayi college ki random cheezon par — kis junior ne kis senior ko Valentine jaisa lamba चौड़ा love letter likh diya hai, kaunsa professor internal marks mein kaatne ki dhamki de raha hai, aur upcoming annual cultural fest mein unke department ko kaunsi dance performance karni chahiye. Trupti beech-beech mein has rahi thi, baaki sabke jokes par react kar rahi thi, lekin jab bhi thodi der ke liye sannata hota, uski nazar table se uthkar canteen ke glass door ke baahar raste par chali jaati. Ek pal ke liye usse aisa laga jaise koi anjaan saaya, koi aisi cheez jo wahan honi nahi chahiye thi, usse door se dekh rahi ho… par jab usne dhyan se dekha, toh wahan sirf kuch students chal rahe the. Koi nahi tha.


 Evening Coffee & The Quiet Shadows
Shaam ke lectures khatam hone ke baad, jab poora campus thoda shaant ho gaya tha, Abhay tahlte hue canteen ke peeche wale quiet lawn mein mila. Wahan chote-chote benches par kuch hi log baite the. Abhay ne aate hi Trupti ka haath apne haath mein liya, uski ungliyon ko apni ungliyon mein fasaaya, aur dheere se bench par baith gaya.
“Aaj tu poore din group ke saath thi na? Maza aaya kuch relaxation mila?” Abhay ne uske chehre ki taraf dekhte hue poocha, jaise woh uske andar ke har ek emotion ko padhna chahta ho.
“Haan… thoda normal feel hua. Girls ke sath baith kar thoda distraction mil jata hai,” Trupti ne sach kaha, par usne apni aawaz mein ek thakan chupa li jo Abhay se zyada der chup nahi reh sakti thi.
Abhay ne apne ek haath se Trupti ke kaan ke peeche se unke baal hataate hue, thoda sa close hoke bola, “Main chahta hoon tu hamesha aise hi khul ke smile kare, Trupti. Jab tu achanak se quiet ho jaati hai na, aur teri aankhon mein ek alag sa khali pan dikhta hai, toh sach mein main andar se tension mein aa jata hoon. Mujhse kuch chupa mat kar.”
Trupti ne Abhay ke haath ko aur kas kar daba diya. Uske dil mein Abhay ke liye ek bepanah pyaar aur care thi, kyunki Abhay hi woh insaan tha jo uske badalte moods ko bina kisi shikayat ke jhel raha tha. “Main bilkul theek hoon Abhay. Sach mein. Bas thodi neend poori nahi hui hai.”
Unhone wahan baith kar thodi der aur baatein ki — college ki gossip, future ke plans, aur weekend par kahan ghumne jana hai iske bare mein. Jab shaam ka andhera thoda gehra hone laga, toh Abhay ne usse hostel ke gate tak drop kiya. Gate par pahunch kar Abhay ne hamesha ki tarah koi over-dramatic scene nahi kiya, bas uske maathe par ek soft, comforting kiss kiya. It was simple, it was sweet, aur public ke saamne utna hi kaafi tha.
### Night, Maggi, and the Unseen Pull
Raat ke 9:40 baj rahe the.
Hostel room no. 204 ki lights on thin. Sheetal ne apne electric kettle mein paani ubaal kar special double-masala Maggi banayi thi. Dono apne-apne bed par paalथी maarkar baithi thin aur ek hi bowl se fork se Maggi kha rahi thin. Samne wall-mounted chote se TV par koi random, mindless rom-com movie chal rahi thi jiska aawaz bas background mein aa raha tha.
Maggi ka ek fork muh mein daalte hue Sheetal ne achanak se TV se nazar hata kar Trupti ki taraf dekha aur serious tone mein boli, “Tu sachchi mein theek hai na, Trupti? Dekh, main tujhe itne saal se jaanti hoon. Jab tu andar se pareshan hoti hai, toh tu sabse zyada normal hone ka natak karti hai. Kabhi-kabhi tu itni door chali jaati hai, aisa lagta hai ki tera jism is room mein hai, par tera dohara dimag kahin aur hi atka hua hai.”
Trupti ke haath mein pakda hua fork beech mein hi ruk gaya. Ussne kuch der ke liye apna sir jhuka liya. Ek lambi saans li, aur dheere se boli, “Bas… thoda adjust karna pad raha hai yaar. Mummy-papa ke bina ghar ka mahaul poori tarah alag lagta hai. Yahan hostel ki duniya alag hai. Aur… pata nahi, andar se ek bahut hi ajeeb sa emotional phase chal raha hai jise main khud define nahi kar paa rahi hoon.”
Sheetal ne bina kuch soche turant apna bowl side mein rakha aur Trupti ke bagal mein apne bed par khisak kar aayi. Ussne apna haath Trupti ke kandhe par rakha aur pyaar se boli, “Dekh, agar tujhe kuch share nahi karna ya tu comfortable nahi hai, toh mat bol. Zabardasti nahi hai. Lekin bas itna yaad rakhna — yahan main hoon, Kriti hai, aur poora group hai tere peechhe khada hua. Tu akeli nahi hai, samjhi?”
Trupti ne Sheetal ki taraf dekha aur is baar uske chehre par koi fake ya forced smile nahi thi. Ek real, grateful smile ke saath uski aankhon ke kinare thode nam ho gaye. “Pata hai mujhe yaar. Isliye hi toh main yahan manage kar paa rahi hoon, nahi toh kab ki pagal ho chuki hoti.”
Thodi der wahan chupchaap baithne ke baad, unka room ka atmosphere thoda light ho gaya. Tabhi achanak se unka group chat phir se ping hua.
**Kriti:**
Kal Saturday night hai! Ek proper night out ka plan banaye kya? Movie dekhne chalte hain, aur movie ke baad late night ice-cream ka session pakka!
**Meher:**
Main ekdam in hoon! Mujhe bas ice-cream ka naam mat lo, bhookh lag jaati hai.
**Ananya:**
Trupti aur Sheetal? Tum dono ka kya scene hai kal ka? Bolo jaldi.
**Sheetal:**
Hum dono ekdam ready hain! Kal ka din poora hamara hai.
**Trupti:**
Haan… chalte hain. Mujhe bhi aacha lagega thoda bahar jaana.
Trupti ne apna phone side mein table par rakh diya. Tab tak Sheetal bathroom ki taraf nikal gayi thi taaki woh apne face par night cream laga sake.
Room mein ek gehra sannata chha gaya. Sirf TV ki screen ki blue light diwar par flicker kar rahi thi. Trupti ne seedha lete hue apne bed par aaram se sir rakha aur ceiling ki taraf dekhne lagi.
Ordinary days.
Classes, doston ke sath hasna-mazak karna, group chat ke endless notifications, raat ko Maggi share karna, Abhay ka woh soft sa touch aur care, aur hostel ki yeh chaar purani diwarein jo kitni hi aisi stories ki gawah thin.
Sab kuch normal tha. Sab kuch waisa hi chal raha tha jaisa ek 20 saal ki college student ki life mein hona chahiye tha.
Lekin… jaise hi room ki baaki saari lights off hoti thin, aur andhera kamre ko apne lap mein le leta tha, woh ‘normal’ hone ka hissa achanak se bahut kamzor pad jata tha. Uske dil ke kisi ek kone mein, uski rooh ka ek chhota sa hissa ab bhi us khali aur shaan-o-shaukat wale mansion ki taraf khinchta ja raha tha… jahan ek dark corner mein, uski almari ke andar, ek black T-shirt khamoshi se abhi bhi kisi ka intezaar kar rahi thi.
Trupti ne dheere se apni aankhon ko band kar liya, aur ek lambi saans chhodte hue khud se kaha — *Aaj ke liye bas itna hi kaafi hai.*


Shaam ke 5:50 baj rahe the.

Girls hostel ke room mein sannaata thoda heavy tha, jise door karne ke liye background mein ek halka sa music chal raha tha. Trupti full-length mirror ke saamne khadi thi aur apne aakhiri touches de rahi thi. Bed par baithi hui Sheetal uski taraf ek tak dekhe ja rahi thi, uski aankhon mein ek appreciative chamak thi.
“Arre waah, yaar,” Sheetal ne ek lambi seeti maarti hui kaha, apne haath hawa mein uthakar. “Mera matlab hai… sach mein? Aaj toh tu campus kya, poore resort ko aag laga degi. Abhay ka toh dil seedha baith jaane wala hai tujhe dekh kar.”
Trupti ne ek soft, premium black bodycon dress pehni thi jo uske jism par kisi doosri skin ki tarah fit ho rahi thi. Dress ghutne se thodi upar thi, behad tight aur form-fitting thi, jo uske har ek curve aur silhouette ko bilkul saaf dikha rahi thi. Uske shoulders bare the, ek halki si pale skin dikh rahi thi jo light mein chamak rahi thi. Pairon mein black thin straps wali high heels thi jo uski height aur posture ko aur bhi graceful bana rahi thi. Usne apne baal khule chhode the jo loose, romantic waves mein uski peeth aur shoulders par gir rahe the. Hothon par dark maroon lipstick ka ek bold shade tha, aur aankhon mein halka sa smokey effect tha jo uske gaze ko aur bhi hypnotic bana raha tha. Gardan mein ek simple, thin gold chain thi jo uske collarbone ke groove par aaram se baithi thi.
Trupti ne apna yeh roop mirror mein dekha. Is tight dress mein uska figure behad striking lag raha tha — full, well-shaped breasts, ek ekdum narrow waist, aur rounded hips ka flow. Pichle kuch hafto mein hue mental stress aur physical fatigue ki wajah se uska thoda weight loss hua tha, jisse uske facial features aur body lines pehle se kahin zyada sharp aur magnetic lag rahi thi.
“Tujhe lagta hai kuch zyaada ho gaya?” Trupti ne apni dress ko thoda upar khichte hue, thodi si insecurity aur sharm ke saath Sheetal se poocha. “Mera matlab hai, main aisi dresses kabhi pehenti nahi hoon zyada…”
Sheetal ne apni aankhein majak mein roll kiye aur bed se uthakar Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha. “Zyada? Are you crazy, girl? Tu hot lag rahi hai, matlab literally breathtaking. Abhay tujhe dekhega na, toh uski saans ruk jayegi. Chal ab zyada mat soch, late mat kar, woh already wahan tera intezaar kar raha hoga.”




Abhay ne unke is weekend getaway ke liye shehar se theek do ghante door ek secluded, high-end private lakeside resort book kiya tha. Ek aisi jagah jahan na koi college ka dost hota, na koi professor, aur na hi koi shor-sharaaba. Uski booking confirm karte waqt hi usne Trupti ko saaf keh diya tha — “Sirf tu aur main. Koi disturbance nahi, bas hum dono.”

Trupti ne apni black Hyundai Creta ka steering sambhala aur resort ki taraf nikal padi. Raaste bhar gaadi ke andar ka mahol thoda heavy tha; uska dil seene mein kisi dhol ki tarah tez dhadak raha tha. Pichle kuch hafto mein Abhay ke sath uski physical closeness — kissing, touching, aur body ko explore karne ki boundaries — kaafi aage badh chuki thi, lekin ek poori raat ki aisi privacy aur akelepan ka mauka unhe Rahul ke jaane ke baad pehli baar mila tha. Har ek kilometre ke sath uske andar ek ajeeb si anticipation aur thodi si ghabrahat daud rahi thi.
Jab usne resort ke private gate par gaadi roki, toh Abhay wahan pehle se hi uska intezaar kar raha tha. Usne ek rich dark maroon shirt pehni thi jiske sleeves elbows tak roll-up kiye hue the, aur sath mein dark black trousers the jo uski athletic build par poori tarah jach rahe the. Trupti ne jaise hi driver seat se utarkar apna pehla kadam zameen par rakha, Abhay ki nazrein bina kisi filter ke seedha uske jism par chipak gayi.
Woh apni jagah par kuch seconds ke liye poori tarah freeze ho gaya. Uski palak tak nahi jhuki.
Phir usne dheeri, halki si kaapti hui aawaz mein kaha, “Damn, Trupti…”
Trupti ne sharmate hue apni nazrein jhuka li aur apne baal kaan ke peeche kiye. “Kya? Aise kya dekh rahe ho?”
Abhay chal kar uske paas aaya. Usne bina kisi sharm ya hichkichahat ke Trupti ko upar se neeche tak apni bhookhi nazron se scan kiya. “Main hamesha se jaanta tha ki tu duniya ki sabse khoobsurat ladki hai… lekin aaj tu is black dress mein itni zyaada hot lag rahi hai ki sach mein meri saans atak gayi hai. Trupti… kasam se, main duniya ka sabse kismat wala insaan hoon jo tu sirf meri hai.”
Uske in shabdon mein ek aisi raw hunger aur genuine aashiqana deewangi thi ki Trupti ke pet mein ek ajeeb si wave daud gayi, jaise hazaaron butterflies ek sath udd rahi ho. Abhay ne aage badhkar uska haath apne haath mein liya aur uske kaan ke bilkul paas jhuk kar dheere se bola, “Is dress mein tujhe dekh ke mere dimaag mein is waqt sirf aur sirf gandi aur behad deewani baatein aa rahi hain. Sach kahun toh khud par control rakhna mere liye abhi se namumkin ho raha hai.”
Trupti ke gaal ekdum se tamatar ki tarah laal ho gaye. Usne halki si sharmili hasi di aur apna haath thoda aur kas liya.
Resort ka private villa bilkul lake ke kinare bana hua tha. Villa ke andar enter karte hi warm, soft yellow lighting ka ek romantic glow pure room mein phail gaya tha. Badi-badi glass windows se baahar chand ki roshni mein chamakta hua lake saaf dikh raha tha, aur balcony ki taraf ek open space tha jahan se thandi hawa aa rahi thi aur background mein koi soft acoustic music baj raha tha.
Abhay ne bina waqt gawaye sabse pehle ek champagne ki bottle open ki. Cork ke khulte hi ek halki si pop ki aawaz aayi. Usne dono long glasses mein sparkling liquid dala aur ek glass Trupti ki taraf badha diya. Dono balcony mein chale gaye aur wahan railing ke paas khade hokar sip lene lage. Hawa mein ek natural thandak aur pine trees ki khushbu thi, aur door paani ki lehron ki dheemi si aawaz aa rahi thi.
“Aaj tu poore raste se leke abhi tak bohot quiet hai, jaan,” Abhay ne apne glass se Trupti ka glass halka sa takrate hue poocha. “Nervous hai kya mujhse?”
Trupti ne champagne ka ek chota sa sip liya, jiska taste thoda bitter-sweet tha. “Thodi si… matlab pehli baar itni akele mein, bina kisi time limit ke privacy mili hai, isliye thoda ajeeb lag raha hai.”
Abhay ne muskurate hue uska glass uske haath se liya aur paas rakhi table par rakh diya. Phir usne bina ek second waste kiye Trupti ki kamar par apna haath rakha aur use kheench kar apne bilkul kareeb kar liya. “Chal, nervous hone ki koi zaroorat nahi hai. Thodi der dance karte hain, mahol thoda light ho jayega.”
Speakers par koi behad soft, slow romantic track chal raha tha. Abhay ne apni dono baahein Trupti ki kamar ke gird lapet li aur use apne seene se puri tarah sata liya. Dono room ke beech mein khade hokar us slow rhythm par dheere-dheere sway karne lage. Trupti ke haath naturally Abhay ke kandhon par tik gaye the. Abhay ki warm hatheliyan Trupti ki bare, silky back par dheere-dheere upar-neeche move kar rahi thi.
“Itni soft skin hai teri…” Abhay ne uske kaan ke paas, apne hot lips uski skin ke touch karte hue kaha. “Yeh dress pehen kar tune mujhe poori tarah pagal kar diya hai. Tu sach mein kisi khwab jaisi lag rahi hai aaj.”





Trupti ne ahista se apni aankhein band kar li. Abhay ka solid, garam jism uske jism se puri tarah chipka hua tha. Uske expensive cologne ki heavy aur masculine khushbu Trupti ke saanson mein bhar rahi thi. Dance karte-karte Abhay ka haath dheere se sarakta hua Trupti ki lower back par aaya, aur phir thoda aur neeche — theek us black dress ke hemline ke upar, jahan uske hips ke curves shuru hote hain. Uski ungliyon ka dabav Trupti ke jism ko ek alag hi heat de raha tha.

Thodi der baad, Abhay ne apna haath Trupti ki chin par rakha aur dheere se uska chehra upar uthaya. Dono ki aankhein aapas mein mili, jismein ek gehra desire aur aashiqana pyas saaf dikh rahi thi. Aur agle hi pal, Abhay ne apne hoth Trupti ke hothon par rakh diye.
Woh kiss shuru mein behad soft, gentle aur longing se bhari hui thi. Lekin jaise hi Trupti ne apne hothon ko khol kar us kiss ka jawab diya, woh dheere-dheere ek gehre aur intense passion mein badalti chali gayi. Abhay ki jeebh bina kisi rukawat ke Trupti ke munh ke andar utar aayi. Trupti ne apna munh thoda aur khol diya, unke aapas ke hoth geele aur slippery ho rahe the. Abhay ne uski kamar ko apni baahon mein kas kar itna zorse bheetar khinch liya ki Trupti ke paas saans lene ki jagah bhi nahi bachi. Yeh kiss itni gehri aur heavy thi ki Trupti ke ghutne ek pal ke liye kamzor pad gaye; usne turant apne haath Abhay ke baalon mein daal kar use aur kas liya. Abhay ne achanak se pyaar aur possessiveness mein Trupti ke lower lip ko apne daanto ke beech halka sa kaata, aur phir use choosne laga.
“Mmm… ahh…” ek patli si, soft moan Trupti ke gale se nikli jo us kiss ke beech mein hi dab kar reh gayi.
Abhay ne kiss ko todne ke bina hi, uske kaan ke paas phusfusaya, “Awaaz nikaal, Trupti… mujhe teri yeh moans sunna behad pasand hai. Mat chupa isse.”
Usne bina waqt ganwaye ek baar phir se uske hothon ko apne kabze mein le liya, aur is baar uska haath seedha Trupti ki back se sarakta hua uske dress ke hidden back zipper par chala gaya. Dheere-dheere, millimeter by millimeter, woh zipper ko neeche ki taraf khichne laga.
Trupti ki saansein ekdam tez ho gayi, seene ka utaar-chadhaw tezi se hone laga. Wahan rakhi hui champagne ka glass table par waise hi pada reh gaya, poori tarah bhula hua.
Kuch hi seconds ke baad Abhay ne apne hoth tute kiye aur piche hoke dekha. Dono ki saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, unke chehre par paseene ki halki si boondein thi aur hoth laal aur suje hue the. Abhay ne Trupti ke baalon ko uske maathe se hataya, uski ankhon mein dekhte hue ek aisi aawaz mein kaha jo seedha dil ko cheer gayi:
“Main ab aur intezaar nahi kar sakta, Trupti. Main tujhe seedha andar bedroom mein le jaana chahta hoon… abhi, isi waqt.”
Trupti ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhon mein ek poori tarah surrender kar dene wali chamak thi. Usne bas dheere se haan mein apni gardan hila di.
Abhay ne uska haath kas kar pakda aur use khinchta hua villa ke andar wale master bedroom ki taraf le gaya. Room mein wahi soft, dim yellow lights ka jhalmilata hua noor tha. Samne ek bada sa king-size bed pada tha, aur uske theek saamne badi glass window se raat ke andhere mein thanda lake ka pani dikh raha tha.
Abhay ne bedroom ka darwaza andar se lock kar diya aur use band karke ghuma.
Trupti us bade se bed ke paas khadi thi, uska dil is waqt kisi chote bachche ki tarah seene mein kood raha tha. Abhay dheere-dheere kadam badhata hua uske bilkul kareeb aa gaya. Usne apne haath Trupti ke bare shoulders par rakhe, unhe halka sa sehlaaya, aur phir apna chehra jhuka kar uski khuli hui bare shoulder par apne hoth rakh diye. Ek lambi, garam kiss wahan chhodi, aur phir dheere-dheere kiss karta hua uski gardan ki sensitive skin par aa gaya. Uske munh ki garam saansein aur hoth Trupti ki skin par ek aag si laga rahe the.
“Aaj ki raat,” Abhay ne apni bhaari, nasha bhari aawaz mein uske kaan mein kaha, “main tujhe ek-ek karke dheere-dheere nanga karunga… aur phir tere jism ke har ek hisse ko itna mehsoos karunga, ki tu yeh duniya, yeh baahar ka shor, sab kuch poori tarah bhool jayegi.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band kar li thi. Uske hoth halka sa khule hue the, saansein ruk-ruk kar chal rahi thi. Aur usi pal, Abhay ke haath ne us black bodycon dress ke zipper ko pakda aur ek hi smooth, lamba jhatka dete hue use poori tarah neeche khinch diya.
Woh tight black dress dheere-dheere Trupti ke jism se alag hokar zameen par sarakne lagi.
Aur uss khamosh, garam kamre mein, unki yeh raat ab apne sabse gehre aur asli safar par shuru hone wali thi.



Jaise hi master bedroom ka heavy wooden darwaza band hua aur andar ki lock ki katori ne ek halki si click ki aawaz di, dono ke beech ka saara control ek hi jhatke mein toot gaya. Woh kisi alag hi duniya ke bache hue pyase musafir ki tarah ek doosri par poori tarah toot pade.

Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar ko apni mazboot baahon mein kas kar use seedha paas wali wall se sata diya. Uska yeh kiss ab pehle jaisa soft aur gentle bilkul nahi tha; yeh ek aisi bhookh thi jo pichle kai hafton se unke andar ghut rahi thi. Dono ke munh ek doosre ke andar khule hue the, jahan jeebhein aapas mein ulajh kar saansein chhin rahi thin. Trupti ne bina ek second ganwaye apne dono haath Abhay ke ghane baalon mein ghusa liye aur unhe kas kar jakad liya, jabki Abhay ki hatheliyan Trupti ki black dress ke upar se hi uske hips aur lower back ko nochne ki had tak daba rahi thin. Pichle itne dino ke baad mili yeh khuli azaadi aur privacy unke jismo ke liye ek nasha ban chuki thi.