Adultery Maa Bani Classmate: Part II — Shadows of Desire

[Joker44]

Pehli baar yeh feeling Friday ki shaam ko aayi.
Trupti hostel se nikal kar campus ke pichhle gate ke bahar wale chote medical store tak gayi thi. Usse sirf sanitary pads aur ek small bottle cough syrup khareedna tha. Raasta behad familiar aur safe tha — campus ka back gate, phir 200 metre ka local bazaar stretch jahan stationary aur snacks ki shops thin, aur phir wapas hostel path. Shaam ke 6:20 baj rahe the. Abhi andhera poori tarah nahi hua tha. Sarak par college ke students the, rickshaws ki aawaaz thin, local vendors the. Koi isolated ya sunsan jagah bilkul nahi thi.
Usne aaj ek simple lavender color ki cotton kurti pehni hui thi, jis par light floral prints the, aur uske saath off-white straight pants. Baal ek loose clip mein tied the, aur leather tote bag uske shoulder par hang kar raha tha.
Phir bhi.
Medical store ke counter se change aur plastic bag lete hue, jab woh turn hui, toh usse sudden feeling aayi — jaise koi behad kareeb se, intense nazar se uske piche se dekh raha ho. Usne instantly rukh kar mudkar dekha. Footpath par do regular college students baatein kar rahe the, ek sabzi wala apna cart le ja raha tha, aur ek parked bike ke paas shopkeeper khada tha. Koi bhi seedha uski taraf nahi dekh raha tha.
Trupti ne ek lambi saans li, khud ko over-sensitive aur pagal samjha, aur hostel ke raste par chal di.
Lekin hostel ke main security gate tak woh feeling ek heavy weight ki tarah uske kandhon par baithi rahi. Jaise koi sharp nazar uski back par fixed ho. Jaise kisi ke kadam uske kadam ke rhythm mein move kar rahe hon, lekin itne distance par ki mudkar dekhne par pakad mein na aayein.
Gate ke andar step rakhte hi woh suffocation aur creepy feeling achanak tut si gayi.
Usne room mein aakar Sheetal se kuch nahi kaha. Kya kehti? “Aaj medical store ke bahar mujhe laga koi mujhe silent ghoor raha tha?” Yeh baat behad childish aur cheap lagti. Paranoid lagti. Uski strong, composed Student Council VP wali image ke saath bilkul fit nahi baithti.
Doosri baar yeh Sunday evening ko hua.
Trupti canteen ke piche wale deserted parking stretch se hostel building ki taraf akeli aa rahi thi. Abhay ka call just cut hua tha — short, thaka hua, business proposal ke baare mein baat karta hua: “Jaan, main presentation final polish kar raha hoon, kal morning submit karni hai, late call nahi kar paunga.” Trupti ka mood already dry aur flat tha.
Tab usne street lights ke amber glow mein dekha.
Sarak ke doosre side, ek parked white sedan ke paas ek aadmi khada tha. Age taqreeban 40 ke around. Average height, broad shoulders. Dark charcoal shirt, dark pants, aur aage ki taraf jhuki hui ek black cap. Uska face itni door se aur low light mein poora clear nahi dikh raha tha. Woh apne haath mein pakde phone mein busy lag raha tha. Absolutely normal appearance.
Lekin uski nazar… phone ki glowing screen par nahi thi.
Woh seedha Trupti ke chalne ke raste par fixed thi.
Jab Trupti ne rukh kar usse directly eye-contact banane ki koshish ki, toh us aadmi ne ekdam smooth motion mein phone apne kaan par lagaya, jaise koi urgent call aagaya ho, aur car ke doosre side dark shadow mein chala gaya. Sab kuch itna natural aur effortless tha ki koi chah kar bhi us par stalking ka accusation nahi laga sakta tha.
Trupti ke pair apne aap tez ho gaye. Hostel gate tak pohnchte-pohnchte usne piche mudkar teen baar dekha. Woh aadmi ab wahan nahi tha. Lekin woh white sedan car abhi bhi wahi silent khadi thi.
Room mein aate hi usne darwaza andar se lock kiya. Sheetal room mein nahi thi — Sunday group outing par gayi hui thi. Trupti balcony window ke paas gayi aur curtain ka ek inch hata kar niche dekha. Parking area empty tha. Sarak normal chal rahi thi.
Usne table se glass utha kar paani piya. Uska haath thoda kaamp raha tha.
Yeh uski life mein India wali koi purani, buried darr ki layer thi. College mein aane se pehle ki. Koi purana incident. Koi security officer inspector. Koi unresolved car accident ya hit-and-run case. Details uske dimaag mein blurred thin — jaise koi confidential file jo usne saalon pehle dimaag ke dark corner mein band karke lock kar di ho. Face kisi puraane shakhs se match nahi ho raha tha. Yeh aadmi younger nahi tha, older nahi tha… bas fundamentally galat lag raha tha.
Usne apne phone par Abhay ka chat screen open kiya aur message type kiya:
Trupti: Aaj raste mein koi behad ajeeb sa banda laga jo mujhe follow kar raha tha. Shayad main overthink kar rahi hoon...
Phir usne ek second ruk kar pura text backspace karke delete kar diya. Bheja nahi.
Abhay already apni company presentation aur corporate pressure mein completely packed tha. Usse San Francisco se baithe-baithe yeh unnecessary paranoia nahi dena tha.
Teeesri baar Wednesday shaam ko hua.
Library ke grand stairs se niche utarte waqt.
Shaam ke 7:10 baj rahe the. Campus ke streetlights aur building outer bulbs on ho chuke the. Trupti steps se utar rahi thi jab usse wahi exact cold spine-chilling feeling hui. Is baar yeh warning sensation behad tez aur aggressive thi. Usne stairs ke niche, wooden notice board ke dark side shadow mein, ek figure ko stationary khade dekha.
Wahi dark shirt. Cap nahi thi is baar. Baal short, side se thode grey-ish. Face half-light aur half-shadow mein masked tha.
Ek second.
Sirf ek single second ke liye unki nazrein टकराyab.
Us aadmi ne bina kisi panic ke apni nazar hatayi aur library se nikalte hue student crowd mein effortlessly mix ho gaya. Itni tezi aur perfection se ki Trupti ko ek moment ke liye laga shayad usne fir se imagine kiya hai.
Lekin uske stomach mein jo sudden, sharp tightness aayi thi, woh koi imagination nahi thi.
Woh library ke main gate par baithe aged security guard ke paas ruki. “Uncle, yahan evening time mein koi outsider ya strange visitor bina pass ke ghum toh nahi raha?”
Guard ne bina kisi seriousness ke, relaxed face se kaha, “Madam, evening hours mein canteen aur library steps par kaafi log aate hain. Alumni, parents, guest faculty. Koi specific complaint ya incident hai kya?”
Trupti ne apna head shake kiya. “Nahi. Bas aise hi poocha.”
Woh seedha hostel aa gayi. Is baar Sheetal room mein pehle se present thi.
“Tu itni peela kyun pad gayi hai, Trupti?” Sheetal ne bed se uthkar seedha uske face ko taakte hue poocha.
Trupti ne apna tote bag study desk par rakha. “Kuch nahi. Bas severe headache hai.”
Sheetal ne topic ko aur nahi khincha. Electric stove par Maggi boil ho rahi thi. TV screen par koi random reality show chal raha tha. Ek ekdam normal room. Ek ekdam safe night.
Trupti bathroom mein gayi, washbasin ka tap full speed par on kiya, aur mirror mein apne pale chehre ko dekha.
Aankhein wide aur scared thin. Hoth bilkul dry the. Mirror mein wahi same ladki dikh rahi thi jo campus par top Student Council VP thi, jo Abhay ki loyal fiancée thi, aur jo kal raat dark room mein apne haath se khud ke jism ko chu kar soyi thi.
Usne ek moment ke liye socha — Rahul ko bataun? Private note ya text bhejoon?
Phir usne turant apna mind change kar liya. Rahul hazaron mile door America mein tha. Usse apni yeh helplessness aur weakness nahi dikhani thi. Aur yeh poori baat itni incomplete aur baseless thi ki agar woh bata bhi deti, toh woh khud Rahul ke samne weak aur paranoid lagti.
Usne ice-cold water se apna muh dhoya. Bahar aayi. Sheetal ke saath Maggi khayi. TV par do comedy episodes dekhe. Aur 11 baje room ki main lights off kar diin.
Raat ko 1:00 baje Trupti ki aankhein achanak khul gayin.
Room mein koi aawaaz nahi thi. Sirf ceiling fan ki constant hum. Sirf Sheetal ki steady breathing.
Phir bhi usse feel hua jaise hostel building ke niche, sunsan sarak par, koi silent khada hokar uski 3rd-floor window ko ghoor raha hai.
Usne quietly uthkar bed se feet niche rakhe, window ke paas gayi, aur thick curtain ka ek inch corner side karke niche road par dekha. Yellow streetlight ki light mein ek stray cat daudti hui nikal gayi. Ek auto-rickshaw door se paas hua. Koi aadmi khada nahi tha.
Trupti ne curtain wapas set kiya. Bed par aayi aur blanket ko chin tak kheench liya.
Uske dimag mein ek purana naam aur blurred memories ghumne lagin. College se pehle ka accident. Purana inspector. Purani security officer file jo mysterious tarike se close ho gayi thi.
Lekin face bilkul match nahi ho raha tha. Yeh aadmi alag dikhta tha. Cap, dark shirt, strategic distance. Shayad koi aur tha. Shayad ye sirf uski exhausted mind ki overthinking thi. Shayad Rahul ke cold control bhare texts aur Abhay ki continuous absence ne uske dimag ko extra sensitive aur paranoid bana diya tha.
Lekin uske jism ne jo danger signal diya tha — woh teen baar bilkul same tha.
Koi use watch kar raha hai. Koi identity nahi maang raha. Koi physical distance break karke paas nahi aa raha.
Sirf silent surveillance kar raha hai.
Trupti ne tightly apni aankhein band kar liin.
Kal se main late night akeli nahi nikalungi, usne final decision liya. Hamesha Sheetal ya Kriti ke saath. Direct auto. Canteen aur library ke busy raste.
Yeh uski taraf se ek choti si, practical precaution thi.
Lekin uske upar jo invisible nazar tikki hui thi… woh precaution ke boundaries se kaafi badi aur dangerous lag rahi thi.



Shaam ke 6:15 baj rahe the.

College ka last lecture end hote hi Trupti ke leather tote bag ke andar rakha phone continuously vibrate hua. Usne corridor ki bheed se thoda side hokar screen light off ki aur notification dekha.
Abhay:
Aaj main free hoon. Poori shaam. Ghar aa ja. Mummy-Papa out of town hain.
Missed you so much, jaan.
Trupti ne us short text ko do baar padha. Pichle kai hafton se jis cheez ki kami uske andar ek deep, unspoken frustration ban kar jama ho rahi thi — woh yahi simple, straight, bina kisi professional excuse ke aaya hua "aa ja" tha.
Uske chehre par ek sudden, genuine smile aagayi — wahi smile jo pichle pure hafte campus par missing thi. Beside her, Sheetal ne bag ka zip band karte hue side glance diya aur muskura di.
“President Saheb ne aakhirkar apni Student Council VP ke liye time nikal hi liya?” Sheetal ne tease kiya.
“Haan,” Trupti ne apni chikankari kurti ko adjust kiya aur bag shoulder par hang kar liya. “Aaj main library ya council room mein nahi rukungi. Seedha ja rahi hoon.”
Woh hostel ka route skip karke seedha campus back exit se ek auto-rickshaw karke Abhay ki society ki taraf nikal gayi. Raste bhar city ki dusk lights aur cool evening breeze ke beech uske body ke andar ek halki, deep warmth radiate ho rahi thi. Continuous late replies, short 30-second calls, "main presentation polish kar raha hoon jaan" wale dry excuses — un sab cold days ke baad yeh ek poori dedicated shaam usse kahin zyada hungry aur impatient bana rahi thi jitna woh kisi ke samne admit kar sakti thi.
Second floor. Apartment 204. Usne door par light double knock kiya.
Door complete do second ke andar open hua. Abhay samne khada tha. Dark grey t-shirt, black cotton shorts. Baal thode wet the, jaise abhi quick shower lekar aaya ho. Usne Trupti ke chehre ko ek second ke liye dekha, aur bina ek bhi word boley, uski waist ko dono haathon mein pakad kar andar kheencha aur door ko piche foot se slam karke lock kar diya.
Usne Trupti ke hothon ko apne lips mein lekar choomna shuru kiya. Kiss mein aaj koi business fatigue ya work pressure nahi tha. Pure, raw hunger thi — dono taraf se equal.
“Itne din…” Abhay ne kiss ke beech uske earlobe par bite karte hue raspy voice mein kaha. “Aan bina kuch sooche… aaj raat sirf tu aur main hain.”




Trupti ne apne haath uske muscular shoulders aur neck par tightly wrap kar liye, lips ko wapas uske mouth par press karte hue. “Aaj main bhi kuch nahi sochna chahti, Abhay.”

Living room ka sofa completely skip ho gaya. Master bedroom. Darwaza andar se double lock. Blackout curtains pehle se drawn the, aur low orange lamp light room mein phail rahi thi.
Trupti ne ek second ka delay nahi kiya. Usne Abhay ki t-shirt ko dono haathon se upar kheencha aur head se bahar nikaal kar floor par phenk diya. Uske broad chest par haath ferra, firm abs par fingers trace kiin, aur shorts ke waistband ko pakad kar drawstrings loose kiye. Usne shorts aur heavy cotton underwear ko ek sath niche knees tak push kar diya.
Abhay ka thick shaft instantly release hokar bahar aaya — 8 inch, fully erect, pulsating, warm aur rock-hard.
Trupti bina bole bed ke edge par baith gayi, aur khud knees ke bal floor par uske legs ke beech aagayi.
Usne pehle uske heavy dick ko apne right hand mein hold kiya. Base se lekar thick mushroom head tak slide kiya, phir aage jhuk kar uske warm balls ko apne mouth mein le liya. Wet, smooth sensation. Usne unhe apni tongue se move kiya, lightly suck kiya, aur doosre haath se thick shaft ko steady up-down stroke me hilaati rahi. Abhay ki saans sudden jhatke ke sath heavy ho gayi.
“Fuck… Trupti… aaahhh…”
Woh ek ghar ki badi bahu thi. Student Council ki dignified VP thi. Poora college usse reserved, dignified aur sanskaari samajhta tha. Lekin iss closed bedroom mein, iss low amber light ke andar, uske jism ke andar ek 20 saal ki raw, uninhibited hunger run kar rahi thi — loud, extremely wet, zero shame, aur maximum physical need.
Usne balls ko leave karke uske wet head ko apne lips mein clamp kiya. Tip pehle, phir mid-shaft, aur phir poora shaft apne throat ke edge tak deep swallow kar liya. Heavy wet sound room mein echo hone lagi. Uski brown eyes upar lifted thin, directly Abhay ke intense face ko watch karti hui.
Abhay ne uske ponytail ke baalon ko firm grip mein pakad liya. “Aahh… itna gehra le rahi hai… saali…”





Trupti ne head ka movement aur speed double kar di. Suction tight tha, saliva lips se drip kar raha tha, aur tongue continuously bottom vein ko stroke kar rahi thi. Kabhi shaft ko bahar nikaal kar glans ko open lick karti, phir agle hi moment poora length throat tak swallow kar leti. Abhay ke thighs tighten ho chuke the. Usne uska head stop nahi kiya. Trupti full ownership ke saath uska lund use kar rahi thi.

Thodi der baad Abhay ne uske arms pakad kar use floor se upar bed par pull kar liya. “Bas… ab meri baari.”
Usne Trupti ko bed ke center par litaya. Uska lavender chikankari kurti, bra, straight pants aur lace panty — sab ek minute ke andar peel off karke carpet par throw kar diye. She lay completely naked beneath him, her skin glowing under the warm amber light.
Abhay ne uski toned thighs ko wide open spread kiya aur bina kisi hesitation ke apna face uski wet choot par press kar diya.
Pehli lick long, flat aur heavy thi — bottom fold se lekar sensitive clit ke peak tak.
“Aahhhhh…!” Trupti ki back instant arch ho gayi, hips mattress se lift hote hue. “Abhay… haan… oh god…”
Usne use lick karna shuru kiya. Aggressively, hungrily. Flat tongue, phir tip se tight circular strokes, aur saath mein do fingers inside slide karke rhythmic thrusts. Trupti ke haath Abhay ke short baalon mein lock ho chuke the. Woh uska chehra apni choot mein deep press kar rahi thi. Heavy wet squelching sounds room mein echoing vibrating thin. Pichle kai hafton ki accumulated sexual frustration aur loneliness uske jism se release ho rahi thi.
“Aahh… wahan… clit par… mat ruk… aahhh… Abhay!”
Abhay ne uski swollen clit ko apne lips mein clamp karke soft bite ke sath suck kiya. Fingers inside dynamic fast thin. Trupti ka pehla orgasm intense shockwaves ke sath aaya. Usne pillow mein apna munh daba kar loud moans ko muffle kiya aur body violent shivers ke saath climax kar gayi. Abhay ne uske warm fluids ko clean lick kiya, last deep licks diye, aur phir upar shift hokar uske wet lips ko chooma. Trupti ko apne hi climax ka taste Abhay ke mouth mein mila.
Abhay ne condom box touch nahi kiya. Dono ne shaam ko hi yeh silent rule understand kar liya tha. Usne Trupti ki smooth legs ko apne shoulders par hook kiya, shaft ke head ko uske wet entrance par align kiya, aur ek hi heavy, unbroken drive mein poora 8-inch length inside bury kar diya.
“Aahhhhh—!”
Poora depth achieve hua. Tight, hot grip, aur ek 21-saal ke energetic mard ke aggressive, bull-like thrusts. Trupti ki aankhein tight shut ho gayin. The full stretch was intense — pain aur sheer physical pleasure blend hote hue. Abhay uske upar lean hua, uske perky breasts ko mouth mein le kar wild suck karne laga — jaise koi baby nahi, balki ek completely starved mard — aur niche se heavy, deep, continuous thrusting maintain rakhi.
“Haan… Abhay… fuck me hard… aahh… yahi angle… aahhh…”
“Bol,” usne wet nipple mouth se release karte hue heavy voice mein kaha. “Kya chahiye tujhe?”
“Tera lund… poora andar… aur tez… aahh… fuck me Abhay… just fuck me!”



Abhay ne speed double kar di. Wooden bed frame ka rhythmic banging wall par tez ho gaya. Trupti ki thighs uski waist ke piche lock thi. Har deep thrust uske cervix ko hit kar raha tha. Woh duniya ke samne ek senior VP thi, lekin iss bed par uski moans raw, desperate aur completely shameless thin. Abhay usse ek young, wild couple ki tarah chode ja raha tha — koi gentle care nahi, koi slow pacing nahi. Raw, hard execution.

“Teri choot… itni tight hai… itne dino baad bhi…” Abhay ki breath extremely heavy thi. “Saali, tu sirf meri hai.”
“Haan… sirf teri… aahh… mat rukna… Abhay… faster… aahhh…”
Trupti ka doosra orgasm directly uske pounding shaft par aaya. Usne Abhay ke muscular shoulders ko nails se scratch kiya aur shivering body ke sath wapas burst ho gayi. Abhay ne pace reduce nahi kiya. Usne use instantly flip karke position change ki — Cowgirl.
Trupti uske erect shaft par mount hui aur khud top par ride karne lagi. Uski firm breasts Abhay ke face ke samne bounce kar rahi thin. Abhay ne unhe dono haathon mein grip karke press kiya aur niche se heavy up-thrusts maare.
“Aahh… haan… aise hi… aahhh…”
Teesra orgasm intense speed se aaya. Trupti Abhay ke broad chest par collapse ho gayi, her body still trembling while sliding up and down his shaft. Abhay ne use quickly back par turn kiya, thighs fully pin kiin, aur last finishing stretch mein brutally hard, fast aur deep thrusting execute ki.
“Main inside cum karne wala hoon, Trupti…”
“Andar… poora andar daal… fill me up… aahh… Abhay!”
Uske final thrusts short, heavy aur violent the. Usne uski waist ko tightly hold kiya aur apna poora warm, thick cum uski pussy ke deepest corner mein shoot kar diya. Continuous hot waves. Trupti ne internal muscles ko tightly contract karke uske shaft ko grip kar liya aur uske warm cum ke inner waves ko clearly feel kiya.
Dono ek doosre se tightly cling kiye hue, sweat-slicked bodies ke saath heavily breathe kar rahe the.
Room mein long silence phail gayi. Sirf unki heavy, irregular breaths aur fan ki soft huming noise thi.
Abhay ne Trupti ke sweaty forehead par clear, gentle kiss kiya. “I really missed this, jaan. Missed you so much.”
Trupti ne uski bare back par apni fingers run kiin. Uski aankhein closed thin. Uske body ke andar Abhay ka warm cum settled tha. Uska entire physical being completely satisfied aur relaxed tha. Itne dino baad pehli baar uska mind aur jism completely calm feel kar raha tha.
“Main bhi,” Trupti ne soft voice mein kaha. “Aaj tu sach mein wapas mera Abhay laga.”
Abhay ne use apne chest se tightly hold kiya. “Next week ki presentation complete hone do. Uske baad main poora weekend sirf tumhare saath spend karunga. Promise.”
Trupti ne uske chest par ear rest karke uski heartbeats suni. Fast, phir gradually slowing down.
Aaj woh truly happy thi.
Real, unadulterated happiness.




Us ladke ke saath jo uske physical body ko pure mastery ke sath satisfy karta tha, jo usse "jaan" bulata tha, jo 21 saal ka hokar bhi use aise claim karta tha jaise uska poora wajood usi ka ho.

Usne apni aankhein band rakhi.
Iss raat koi dark comparison nahi hua.
Iss raat San Francisco se aaya hua koi cold private message open nahi kiya gaya.
Iss raat sirf Abhay tha, uska thick lund, uska warm cum, aur uski steady breath.
Kal se life wapas apne mundane routine par shift ho jayegi — busy schedules, brief calls, campus management, aur woh creepy feeling of being watched.
Lekin aaj…
Aaj woh apne mard ke niche thi.
Aur us ladke ne uske jism aur rooh ko completely possess karke shant kar diya tha.