Adultery Maa Bani Classmate: Part II — Shadows of Desire

[Joker44]

Dopahar ke 1:20 baj rahe the.
Canteen ke corner wale bade table par poora group jama tha. Fan tez ghum raha tha, aaspaas ki tables par ladkon ka shor tha, aur plateon ki khankhanahat ke beech hawa mein garam samoson aur cold coffee ki mehak thi. Table par Sheetal, Kriti, Abhay, do fest council ke ladke, aur bilkul kone ki chair par Aryan baitha tha.
Abhay ne khud thodi der pehle Aryan ki Maggi wali plate thodi aage karke kaha tha, “Bhai, idhar aake baith, corner mein kya chhup raha hai.”
Aryan chupchap baitha tha. Simple white shirt, dark blue jeans, dono haath table ke neeche ghutnon par jame hue. Uski aankhein mostly plate par ya floor par thi. Kal shaam ke rescue ke baad se Abhay ne usse group ka hissa toh bana diya tha, par Aryan ke andar ka 19 saal ka boyish darr aur Trupti ke liye woh ajeeb si forbidden feeling usse table par pathar ki tarah jamaye hue thi.
Trupti Abhay ke bilkul bagal mein baithi thi. Usne aaj ek light peach color ki sleeveless kurti pehni thi, jiska deep cut gala uske gori gardan aur chest ke upper curve ko halka sa ubhar raha tha. Baal piche ek clutch mein the, par aage se do latten nikal kar uske gaalon par jhool rahi thi.
Uske handbag ke andar phone silent tha, par uske dimaag mein subah ka woh private message ek aag ki tarah sulag raha tha.
Rahul:
Aaj natural rakhna. Ekdam pyari didi wali smile. Ek photo nikaal ke bhej. Koi zabardasti nahi. Main California mein baith kar wait kar raha hoon, Mummy.
Trupti ne table ke neeche apni thighs ko aapas mein tight press kiya. Uske andar subah se ek halki si jalan aur geelapan tha. Bagal mein Abhay baitha tha, jo kal raat ke sex aur subah ke darr ke baad se extra possessive ho raha tha. Abhay ne canteen ke shor ke beech table ke neeche apna haath badhaya aur Trupti ki bare thigh par rakh diya. Uska garam, chauda haath Trupti ki kurti ke side slit se andar jaakar uski nangi, gori jaangh ko halka sa daba raha tha — ek mard ka seedha haq, ek open claim.
Trupti ne Abhay ki taraf dekh kar ek soft, pyaari smile di, aur table ke neeche uska haath halke se pakad liya.
Phir usne apni nazar ghumayi. Seedha table ke kone par baithe Aryan par.
Is baar Trupti ne apni smile ko sirf formal nahi rakha. Usne apni badi, kajal lagi aankhon se Aryan ke chehre ko dekha aur apni smile ko poore do-teen second tak extra rok kar rakha. Hothon par ek aisi mithi, gehri muskaan aayi jisme mamta bhi thi aur ek aurat ka chhipa hua nasha bhi.
Aryan ki nazar jaise hi plate se uthi, woh seedha Trupti ki aankhon mein jaake phas gayi. Ladke ke gale ka ghunt atka. Uske kaan aur gaal pal bhar mein laal ho gaye. Usne ghabra kar turant Maggi ke bowl mein dekh liya, haath mein pakda hua fork kaamp gaya.
Kriti ne cold coffee ka sip lete hue notice kar liya. “Aryan, tu hamesha kisi bhoot ki tarah kyun baithta hai? Kuch bol bhi liya kar, ya sirf committee ke banner uthayega?”
Aryan kuch bol pata, usse pehle hi Trupti bol padi. Uski aawaaz ekdam makhmal jaisi soft aur comforting thi.
“Uss bechare ne kal shaam ko bohot bada kaam kiya hai, Kriti. Ab usse thoda shant rehne do.”
Yeh line Trupti ne bohot halke andaz mein kahi, par isme ek bohot gehra khel tha. Ek badi didi ka protectiveness, thoda sa chhedna, aur poora control.
Aryan ne dhire se sar uthaya, chehra abhi bhi thoda laal tha. “Main… main theek hoon, Trupti.”
Trupti ne table par rakha paani ka glass halka sa uski taraf sarkaaya. “Paani piyo pehle. Itni garmi hai, chehra laal ho raha hai tumhara.”
Abhay zor se has pada, Trupti ke kandhe par haath daalte hue. “Dekho bhai, hamari Vice President ka caring mode on ho gaya. Junior ko paani pila rahi hai.”
Table par sab hasne lage. Aryan ne bhi ek nervous, chhotii si smile di.
Thik usi waqt Trupti ne apna phone uthaya, jaise table par rakhi Maggi aur cold coffee ki casual story snap le rahi ho. Usne camera ka angle itni chaturayi se ghumaya ki screen ke ek side par glass ke piche se Aryan ka sharmata hua, innocent chehra poora clear aa gaya — uske laal kaan aur Trupti ko secretly dekhti hui aankhein.
Trupti ne bina koi caption likhe, table ke neeche se woh photo seedha Rahul ke encrypted chat par send kar di.
Sirf teen minute baad phone vibrate hua.
Rahul:
Bohot khoob, Mummy.
Ab thoda aur paas ja.
Uski aankhon mein dekh ke mithi smile de aur didi bol.
Dekh woh kaise hilta hai. Aur photo bhej.
Trupti ki saans thodi bhaari ho gayi. Table ke neeche Abhay ka haath abhi bhi uski jaangh par tha, halka-halka sehla raha tha. Par Trupti ki choot ke andar ek garam boond tapak gayi thi apne bete ke message ko padh kar.
Usne Aryan ki taraf dekha, aawaaz mein bilkul wahi ras ghol diya jo Rahul ne manga tha. “Aryan, woh Accountancy ke purane notes mil gaye the jo maine library section mein bataye the?”
Aryan ne turant sir hilaya. “Haan… mil gaye the. Bohot achhe notes the. Thank you so much.”
“Arre, thank you kaisa,” Trupti ne ekdam dheeme se, aisi aawaaz mein kaha jo sirf Aryan ke kaan tak gehraai se utare, “Badi didi log yahi toh karti hain apne juniors ke liye.”
Didi.
Yeh lafz jaise hi Trupti ke hothon se nikla, Aryan ki poori body ek second ke liye jam gayi. Uski aankhein phat si gayin. Kal shaam ka confession — woh mari hui biological didi, woh dirty attraction, woh photo — sab kuch Aryan ke dimaag mein ek jhatke se blast hua. Us ladke ka saans lena mushkil ho gaya, aur uski shirt ke neeche chest tezi se chalne lagi.
Trupti ne ek mastana si muskurahat di. Ek aur selfie li — screen par uska apna glowing, seductive chehra aur piche background mein Aryan ka hila hua, confused chehra. Send.
Reply foran aaya:
Rahul:
Uske lund mein aag lag gayi hai tera didi bolte hi.
Screen se uski halat dikh rahi hai mujhe.
Shaam ko jab akela mile, baal piche karna. Apni gori collarbone dikhana usse.
Abhi chupchap lunch khatam kar.
Raat ko call par hisaab lunga.
Trupti ne phone ulta karke table par rakh diya. Uske hoth sookh rahe the. Bagal mein baithe Abhay ne Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se kaha, “Aaj raat mere flat par aayegi na? Kal raat ke baad se man hi nahi bhar raha mera.”
Trupti ne uske haath par thapki di. “Dekhti hoon, Abhay. Thoda sir dard hai aaj.”




Shaam ke 5:40 baj rahe the.

Library ke main stone steps par thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Campus ke students groups mein nikal rahe the.
Aryan wahi khada tha, theek waise hi jaise usne kal raat promise kiya tha. Backpack ek shoulder par latka hua, nazar zameen par. Jaise hi usne Trupti ko steps utarte dekha, woh aage badha.
Trupti ne deliberately apna clutch khola aur apne ghane, reshmi baalon ko ek jhatke se haath se samet kar kandhe ke piche phenk diya. Uska yeh gesture itna gehra tha ki uski chikankari kurti ka broad neck aage se thoda aur khul gaya — uski gori, makhmali collarbone aur cleavage ki halki si lakeer shaam ki dhalpti dhoop mein chamak uthi.
Aryan ki nazar phisal kar seedha uski nangi gardan aur collarbone par jaake thithak gayi. Ladke ne thook nigla, aur uska haath bag ke strap par itna tight ho gaya ki knuckles safed pad gaye.
“Aaj tum late nahi hui,” Aryan ne ladkhadate hue kaha.
“Haan, committee ka kaam jaldi nipat gaya,” Trupti ne uske bilkul kareeb aake kaha. Itne kareeb ki Trupti ke jism se aane wali mehengi perfume aur uski garam saans Aryan ke chehre ko chhoone lagi. “Aur tum group mein itne chup kyun rehte ho? Abhay ne itne pyaar se bithaya tha. Agar aise sharmaoge toh baaki ladkiyan sochengi main apne junior ko dara ke rakhti hoon.”
Aryan ne ek nervous laugh di, par uski aankhein Trupti ke hothon aur uski gardan ke beech ghum rahi thi. “Main… aapke saamne thoda nervous ho jaata hoon.”
“Apni didi ke saamne bhi itna nervous hote the?” Trupti ne aawaaz ko bilkul rasili aur dheemi kar diya.
Aryan ka gale ka laung hila. Uski saans tezz ho gayi. “Trupti… aap please… woh word baar-baar mat bolo.”
“Kyun? Kal toh tum keh rahe the ki main bilkul tumhari didi jaisi lagti hoon,” Trupti ne ek kadam aur aage badhaya. Game ab Trupti ke khoon mein daud raha tha. Rahul ka order tha, par maza ab Trupti ko khud aa raha tha. Ek 19 saal ke ladke ko apne didi wale roop se pighalte dekhna uske andar ki aurat ko bohot gandi garmi de raha tha. “Sach kahun Aryan, kal shaam ko jo tumne mere liye kiya… uske baad se mere dil mein tumhare liye ek alag hi jagah ban gayi hai.”
Aryan ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Uski aankhon mein sharm thi, ek beinteha dabi hui bhook thi, aur Trupti ke jism ko dekh kar paagalpan tha. “Main roz aapke saath chal sakta hoon. Yahan se gate tak. Bina kuch bole.”
Trupti ne muskuraate hue phone nikaala. “Ek photo toh banti hai. Abhay ko dikhana hai na ki mera naya bodyguard kitna serious hai.”
Usne front camera on kiya aur Aryan ke bilkul paas khadi ho gayi. Trupti ka naram kandha Aryan ke broad chest se halka sa touch hua. Screen par dono ka chehra aaya — Trupti ki kaatilaana, mature smile aur Aryan ka tight, laal hota chehra jiske maathe par thoda pasina aa gaya tha. Click.
Trupti ne instantly woh photo Rahul ko forward kar di.



Screen par reply aane mein das second bhi nahi lage:

Rahul:
Agli baar distance aur kam hona chahiye.
Raat ko 12 baje bathroom mein aana.
Bina bra ke, sirf patli nighty.
Aaj tune bohot ganda aur solid khela hai, Mummy.
Trupti ne phone band karke purse mein daala. “Chalo, gate tak chhod do mujhe.”
Dono mud kar chalne lage. Kache raste ke bajaye main road par the. Chalte waqt Trupti ne jaan-boojh kar apni chaal thodi aisi rakhi ki uska makhmali kandha Aryan ke kandhe se do baar ragad khaye. Dono baar Aryan thoda peeche hata, jaise kisi current ne jhatka diya ho.
Lekin teesri baar jab Trupti ka naram jism uske baazu se takraya, toh Trupti peeche nahi hati. Poore teen second tak uska naram, garam badan Aryan ke haath se ragadte hue chalta raha. Trupti ko saaf feel hua ki Aryan ki jeans ke andar uska lund pathar ki tarah akad chuka tha aur woh chalne mein awkward ho raha tha.
Trupti ki choot ke andar achanak ek tezz garmi phail gayi. Uski panty andar se bilkul chipchipi ho chuki thi.
Gate par aake Aryan ruka, uski saansein ukhdi hui thi. “Good night, Trupti.”
Usne jaan-boojh kar 'Trupti' kaha, 'didi' nahi bola. Uski aawaaz mein ek mard ki dabi hui bhookh saaf jhalak rahi thi.
Trupti ne apni lat ko piche karte hue ek kaatilaana smile di. “Good night, Aryan. Kal milte hain.”
Raat ke 12:35 baj rahe the.
Hostel ke bathroom ka darwaza andar se double lock tha. Exhaust fan ki halki aawaaz chal rahi thi. Trupti thande tiled floor par baithi thi, peeth deewar se tiki hui.
Usne video call connect kiya.
Screen par Rahul dikha. Uski t-shirt utri hui thi, broad muscular chest nanga tha. Uske baal thode bikhre the, aur uski dark aankhon mein ek aisi shaitani, thandi aag thi jo Trupti ki rooh ko kaanpa deti thi.
“Photos mil gayi,” Rahul ne ekdam dheemi, bhari aawaaz mein kaha. “Didi lafz bhi sun liya maine. Collarbone bhi dekh li us bechare ne. Aur aate waqt jo tune usse apna shareer ragada… tune socha tha main screen se nahi pakad paunga?”
Trupti ne shawl thoda tight kiya. Uska chehra sharm aur excitement se laal tha. “Rahul… yeh sab bohot ajeeb ho raha hai. Woh 19 saal ka masoom ladka hai…”
“Masoom?” Rahul ne halke se has diya, ek gandi mardana hasi. “Uska lund dekha tha tune panty ke upar se? Kaise akad ke jeans phad raha tha? Woh tujhe chodna chahta hai, Mummy. Apni mari hui sagi didi ka chehra dekh kar teri choot maarna chahta hai woh.”
Yeh itne gande aur nange shabd sunte hi Trupti ke pet ke neeche ek zor ka jhatka laga.
“Aur Abhay?” Rahul ne aage jhuk kar screen par dekha. “Abhay toh raat ko tujhe apne bistar par bula raha tha na? Tu kyun nahi gayi uske paas?”
“Maine… maine sir dard ka bahana bana diya,” Trupti ne nazrein jhuka kar kaha.
“Jhoot bolti hai apne bete se?” Rahul ki aawaaz thodi aur dheemi, par behad authoritative ho gayi. “Tu Abhay ke paas isliye nahi gayi kyunki library steps par us 19 saal ke launde ko garam karke teri choot pehle hi paani chhod chuki thi. Tu ghar aayi thi apne phone par mere agle order ka intezaar karne. Sach bol, Mummy.”
Trupti ki saans atak gayi. Usne kaanpte hue aankhein uthayi. “Haan, Rahul… main… main geeli thi.”
“Shawl phenk neeche,” Rahul ne command diya.
Trupti ne bina ek pal gawaye apna shawl floor par gira diya. Usne ek bohot hi patli, black satin ki slip nighty pehni hui thi, jisme usne andar bra nahi daali thi. Uske bhare-bhare 36-D boobs ke gore aakaar aur unke bilkul center mein taney hue kadak nipples us patle kapde ke aar-paar saaf nazar aa rahe the.
Rahul ki saans phone ke speaker se garm hokar aane lagi. Usne apna ek haath camera ke neeche kar liya tha, aur uski shoulders ki movement se saaf pata chal raha tha ki woh apna lund mutthi mein jakad chuka hai.
“Nighty ki dono straps neeche gira,” Rahul ne order diya.
Trupti ne kaanpte haathon se dono straps neeche kiye. Nighty uske pet tak sarak gayi. Uske dono bade, gore, rasile doodh poori tarah nange hokar bathroom ki roshni mein chamakne lage.
“Aah… meri hot mummy,” Rahul ne ek gandi aah bhari. “Ab panty side kar. Do ungliyan andar daal. Poori andar tak.”
Trupti ne bina ruke apni panty ko side kiya. Jaise hi uski ungliyan uski choot par lagin, ek geeli, lapedawaar aawaaz aayi — slurp. Choot pehle se hi behad garam aur paani se bhari hui thi.
“Ungliyan chala,” Rahul ne aage jhukte hue kaha, uski aawaaz ab ekdam rasili aur gandi ho chuki thi. “Soch us Aryan ke baare mein. Soch uske laal kaan. Soch jab tune usse 'didi' bola tha toh uske lund mein kaisa jhatka laga hoga. Ek 19 saal ka jawan ladka, jo apni sagi didi ke jism ko sapno mein sochta tha, ab woh teri iss geeli choot ko faadna chahta hai. Aur soch mera lund… jo America se baith kar apni sagi maa ki aisi halat karwa raha hai.”
“Aaahhh… Rahul… please… mat bol itna…” Trupti ke muh se ek dabi hui, behosh kar dene wali cheekh nikli.
Usne apni do ungliyan poori gehraai tak andar ghusa diin aur thumb ko apni suji hui clit par tezi se ghisne lagi. Uski kamar bathroom ke floor par aage-piche jhatke lene lagi. Dimaag mein ek violent toofan chal raha tha — ek taraf Abhay ka haq, doosri taraf Aryan ka woh paap bhara nasha, aur teesri taraf screen par baitha uska apna sagi aulaad, jo uski aatma aur choot dono par raaj kar raha tha.
“Tez chala ungli, Mummy!” Rahul ne daant bhenchte hue kaha, uska haath bhi camera ke piche tezi se lund par ghum raha tha. “Kal group photo mein tera haath uske haath ke paas hona chahiye. Main tujhe aisi aag mein jalaunga ki tu khud us ladke se apna jism chhuwayegi. Bol, kiski r*nd hai tu?”
“Sirf… sirf teri… aahhh! Rahul, main sirf teri hoon!”



Trupti ka shareer achanak akarr gaya. Uski choot ke andar ke muscles ne uski ungliyon ko buri tarah jakad liya, aur ek behad garam, gaadha paani pichkari ki tarah uske haath aur jaanghon par phail gaya. Uska poora wajood agle pandrah second tak kaanpta raha, hothon se be-aawaaz moans nikalti rahi.
Screen ke uss paar Rahul ne bhi ek gehra, thanda jhatka liya. Uski jawline tight hui, gale ki nass phooli, aur usne apna garam maal tissue par gira kar screen se thoda piche kiya.
Dono ki saansein dheere-dheere normal hone lagin.
Rahul ne camera ke samne aake apne bikhre baal theek kiye. Uska chehra wapas wahi shaant, control wala ban gaya.
“Bohot achha khela aaj tune, Mummy,” usne ek halki smile ke saath kaha. “Ab uth, saaf kar khud ko aur bed par jaa ke so ja. Kal shaam ko Aryan ke saath ek aur update chahiye mujhe. Samjh gayi?”
“Haan… Rahul,” Trupti ne be-dum aawaaz mein kaha.
Screen black ho gayi. Call cut gaya.
Trupti bathroom ke floor par waise hi baithi rahi. Uski nangi chhaatiyan abhi bhi tezi se upar-neeche ho rahi thi, aur uski jaanghon ke beech uska apna garam paani beh raha tha. Usne khud ko saaf kiya, nighty theek ki, aur room mein aakar bed par let gayi.
Phone screen par teen messages the:
Abhay:
Sir dard kaisa hai jaan? Dawa leke so jaana. Love you.
Aryan:
Kal shaam ko bhi 5:40 par main wahi rahunga… agar aapko koi problem na ho toh.
Rahul:
Last seen just now.
Trupti ne Abhay ko likha: Haan ab theek hoon, good night.
Aryan ko likha: Theek hai, kal milte hain.
Aur Rahul ke chat ko bas khol kar dekhti rahi.
Game ab poori tarah shuru ho chuka tha.
Ek taraf ek imaandaar mangetar tha jo uske aage jhukta tha.
Doosri taraf ek 19 saal ka masoom junior tha jo usme apni didi dhoondh ke tadap raha tha.
Aur in sab ke upar uska apna beta tha, jo door baith kar un sabki doriyan kheench raha tha.
Trupti ne aankhein band kiin, aur uske hothon par ek halki, gandi muskaan aa gayi... kyunki usse samajh aa gaya tha ki ab yeh aag bujhne wali nahi thi.

Shaam ke 6:05 baj rahe the.

Fest planning meeting ke baad poora group sports ground ke kinare wali purani wooden benches par baitha tha. Hawa mein gili mitti aur shaam ki thandi nami mix thi.
Trupti bench ke theek beech mein baithi thi. Usne aaj ek fitted, sleeveless maroon kurti pehni hui thi, jiska gehra U-cut neckline uske gore, bhare hue 36-D boobs ke cleavage ko saaf ubhaar raha tha. Niche skin-tight white leggings thin jo uski chaudi, rounded hips aur bhari thighs ko poori tarah chipak kar shape de rahi thin. Uski gori kamar par kurti ke side-cut se thodi si makhmali skin jhaank rahi thi. Baal khule the, jo shaam ki hawa mein uske nange, chikne kandhon par bikhre hue the. Uske poore badan se ek mehengi vanila perfume aur aurat ke garm jism ki aisi madhosh mehak nikal rahi thi jo aaspaas ke mardon ka dimaag hila de.
Abhay uske bilkul sata kar baitha tha. Uske ghutnon par laptop bag tha aur woh placement cell ki printouts check kar raha tha. Uska ek bhari, garm haath Trupti ki peeth par chadh kar uske kurti ke kapde ke upar se uski kamar ko sehla raha tha — ek mard ka seedha haq, ek be-dhak claim.
Aur usi bench ke aakhiri kone par, theek teen feet ki doori par, Aryan baitha tha.
Aryan ne ek light blue button-down shirt pehni thi jiski sleeves elbows tak rolled-up thin. Uski dark aankhein baar-baar zameen se uthkar Trupti ke nange gore baazuon, uske hothon, aur uski chhaati ke gehre cut par jaa kar atak rahi thin. Aryan ke dimaag mein aag lagi hui thi. Kal raat ka woh 'didi' wala lafz, Trupti ka uske kareeb aana, aur uski mari hui behen ki yaad ke upar chhadhta hua yeh nanga mardana nasha — 19 saal ke ladke ka jism phuk raha tha. Uski jeans ke andar uska lund baar-baar tan kar tanaav mein aa raha tha, jisse woh table ke neeche haath rakh kar chhipane ki bekar koshish kar raha tha.
Trupti ke liye asli shararat yahi thi.
Uska fiancée uski kamar par haath phere hue tha, aur theek usi waqt ek 19 saal ka jawan ladka uske jism ko aankhon se nanga kar raha tha.
Trupti ne table par rakhi paani ki chilled bottle uthayi. Plastic par thanda paani pighal raha tha. Usne bottle ko aage badhaya aur seedha Aryan ki taraf slide kiya.
“Yeh lo, pee lo. Do ghante se sookhe baithe ho jaise kisi ne saza di ho.”
Aryan ne chaunk kar sar uthaya. Usne bottle lene ke liye haath aage kiya. Trupti ne jaan-boojh kar haath jaldi nahi hataya.
Pura ek lamba second.
Trupti ki gori, makhmali ungliyan Aryan ki garam, kaanpti hui ungliyon se ragadti rahiin.
Aryan ke gale ka ghunt atka. Uske jism mein ek bijli ka jhatka laga. Uski jeans ke andar uska kadak lund poori taakat se pant ke kapde ko cheerne laga. Trupti ke naram touch ne uske tatte tak sikod diye the. Uske kaan aur gaal laal ho gaye, aur usne jhatke se bottle kheench li.
Abhay ne printouts se nazar uthayi aur Aryan ki sharm dekh kar has pada. Usne Trupti ki nangi kamar par ungliyan phiraate hue kaha, “Hamari VP sabko personally hydrate karne mein lagi hai.”
Sheetal aur Kriti hasne lage. Trupti ne ek masoom biwi ki tarah Abhay ke kandhe par apna sar tika diya — ek safe, gharelu aura banate hue. Aur theek usi pal, Abhay ke kandhe par gaal ragadte hue, usne apni nazar uthayi aur seedha Aryan ki aankhon mein daal di.
Woh nazar do-teen second lambi thi.
Hothon par ek teekhi, kaatilaana smile aayi. Ek aisi muskurahat jo saaf keh rahi thi: Maine dekha ki tu meri ungliyon ke touch se kaise fadhka.
Aryan ke haath se Maggi ka fork zameen par gir gaya. Uski saans phool gayi thi.
Trupti ke pet ke bilkul nichle hisse mein ek aag jaisi garam lehar daud gayi. Uski satin panty ke center mein ek halki, gaadhi nami phailne lagi. Ek taraf Abhay ka naram, gharelu sparsh tha… aur doosri taraf ek masoom junior ko sabke samne aag mein jhonk dene ka yeh nanga maza.
Meeting khatam hui aur sab uthne lage. Tabhi Abhay ka phone baj utha — placement mentor ka call tha. “Haan sir, main abhi slides bhejta hoon…” kehte hue woh corridor ki taraf badh gaya.
Do minute ka khula mauka mil gaya.
Trupti ne bench se fest ke heavy flex banners sametna shuru kiya. Aryan bina kuch bole chupchap aage aaya aur doosre kone se roll pakadne laga. Unke beech ka faasla achanak sirf ek foot reh gaya.
Trupti ke jhukte hi uski kurti ka gehra gala aur aage latak gaya. Aryan ki nazar bilkul seedhi uske dono 36-D doodhon ke beech ki gori ghati mein utar gayi. Uske nipples ke halki silwatein kapde ke neeche se ubhar rahi thin. Aryan ka saans lena mushkil ho gaya, uske lund mein aisi tees uthi ki uske haath banner par kaanpne lage.
“Kal bhi… 5:40 par?” Aryan ne itni dheemi, raspy aawaaz mein poocha jaise koi jurm kar raha ho.
Trupti ne tape roll kaat-te hue uske laal chehre ko dekha. Usne jaan-boojh kar apni chhaati ko thoda aur aage jhuka diya, uski cleavage ko uski aankhon ke bilkul samne rakhte hue.
“Agar group late hua toh,” Trupti ne aawaaz ko bilkul rasili aur dheemi kar diya. “Aur akele mein yeh gande khayal mat laana ki main tujhse milne ke liye time nikaal rahi hoon.”
Yeh lafz mana karne wale the, par uski aawaaz aur uski jhuki hui chhaati seedha ek khula aamantran de rahi thi.
Aryan ne thook nigla. Banner roll karte waqt uska haath Trupti ke gaur-varn haath par chadha. Is baar Aryan ne haath nahi hataya. Poore chaar second tak uski garam, jawan ungliyan Trupti ki naram chamdi ko dabaati rahiin. Dono ki saansein bhaari ho chuki thin.
Aryan ka poora badan Trupti ki khushbu aur uske jism ki aag se dehak raha tha. Uss pal uske dimaag se saari sharm aur darr mit chuka tha — uske dimaag mein bas ek hi baat ghum rahi thi ki kaash woh iss aurat ko yahin bench ke piche gira kar uski kurti phaad de.
Abhay wapas aaya toh Aryan ne jhatke se haath peeche kiya. Abhay ne Aryan ko canteen mein boxes rakhne ko kaha aur Trupti ko bike par le gaya.
Raat ke 10:15 baj rahe the.
Hostel room 304 mein Sheetal kaanon mein earphone lagaye assignment typing mein dhyan lagaye hue thi. Trupti apne bed par leti hui thi. Usne ek soft peach color ki patli satin slip nighty pehni hui thi, jisme thin straps the aur andar koi bra nahi thi. Uske bhare-bhare gore doodh patle kapde ke neeche aazaad the, aur uski gori jaanghon par nighty ka kapda phisla hua tha.
Uske dono pairon ke beech uski choot mein shaam se hi ek bechaini aur jalan thi. Uski panty pehle se hi thodi chipchipi ho chuki thi.
Aryan ka message theek 10:17 par screen par chamka:
Aryan:
Aaj ground par aapke baat karne ka andaz bilkul alag tha.
Jaise aap andar hi andar jaan rahi ho ki mere dimaag mein kya gande khayal chal rahe hain.
Aur uske baad bhi... aap wahan se hatti nahi ho.
Trupti ne screen ko dekha. Uske hothon par ek shaitani muskaan aayi. Usne do minute wait kiya.
Trupti:
Achha? Aur tu kya gande khayal la raha hota hai group mein baith kar?
Reply aane mein teen minute lage. Aryan ke haath type karte waqt kaanp rahe the:
Aryan:
Woh sab yahan likha toh main khud ki nazron mein gir jaunga.
Aap engaged ho. Abhay bhaiya aapke fiancée hain.
Trupti ne bed par apni karwat badli. Nighty thodi aur sarak gayi, uski chikni jaangh poori nangi ho gayi.
Trupti:
Toh mat likh.
Ya phir likh ke dikha ki kitni himmat hai tere andar.
Tu khud decide kar, Aryan.
Yeh line bhejte hi Trupti ke pet ke neeche ek zor ka jhatka laga. Ek 19 saal ke ladke ko uksaane ka yeh nasha uske rooh mein utar raha tha.
Aryan ka reply foran aaya, is baar bina kisi jhijhak ke:
Aryan:
Main aapko roz group mein baith kar nanga sochta hoon.
Abhay bhaiya jab aapki peeth aur baal sehlaate hain, tab mera lund jeans ke andar phatne ko hota hai.
Main sochta hoon ki kaash unke haath ki jagah mera haath ho.
Kal aapne paani ki bottle slide ki thi... us waqt aapki ungliyan mere haath par aag laga rahi thin.
Aur aaj ground par jab aap flex roll kar rahi thin, aapki chhaatiyan mere bilkul samne jhul rahi thin.
Aap jaan-boojh kar tease kar rahi ho mujhe, Trupti.
Bolo, main galat keh raha hoon kya?
Trupti ke hoth sookh gaye. Uski choot ke andar se ek garam, gaadha paani leak hokar uski panty ke fabric ko geela kar gaya. Us ladke ne itne nange lafz uske samne rakh diye the. Uske andar ki aurat kaanp uthi.
Trupti:
'Tease' word bohot bada hai, Aryan.
Main bas notice karti hoon ki tu mere samne aate hi kaise fadhakne lagta hai.
Kya tujhe bura lagta hai mera yeh sab karna?
Aryan ka message do second mein aaya:
Aryan:
Bura nahi lagta.
Maza aata hai. Par ek aisi aag lagti hai jo bardaasht nahi hoti.
Main raat ko bed par let kar yeh sochta hoon ki aap iss waqt hostel room mein kya pehan kar leti hongi.
Aapki nighty kaisi hogi... aapka badan kaisa dikhta hoga.
Trupti ne bina ek pal gawaye bathroom ki light on ki aur chupke se andar chali gayi. Darwaza andar se band kiya. Mirror ke samne khadi ho gayi.
Uski peach satin nighty uske jism par chikni phisal rahi thi. Usne nighty ki dono thin straps ko kandhon se halka sa neeche sarka diya. Uski gori, makhmali collarbone, cleavage ki poori gehraai, aur uske gore 36-D doodhon ka aadha hissa aur nipples ki aadhi chhaon mirror mein saaf chamakne lagi. Baal bikhre hue the, aankhon mein halka nasha aur hoth laal the.

Usne phone uthaya aur mirror ke samne khadi hokar ek behad nasha chadhane wali photo kheench li.



Photo mein woh ek aisi maaldar, mature aurat lag rahi thi jiska jism kisi bhi jawan ladke ko paagal kar de. Poora nanga nahi tha, par kapda itna kam aur aisi jagah par tha ki dekhne wale ka lund pathar ban jaye.

Trupti ne photo ko do second dekha, uski choot mein ek teekhi lehar daud gayi.
Usne seedha Aryan ke chat par send kar di.
Neeche sirf itna likha:
Trupti:
Raat ko aisi rehti hoon.
Ab apna phone rakh aur so ja.
Kal group mein freeze mat hona.
Message send hote hi blue tick ho gaya. Aryan online tha.
Agle ek minute tak screen par Typing... aata raha, phir gayab hua, phir aaya. Aryan ki halat kharab ho chuki thi. Us ladke ne hostel ke bed par apni blanket ke andar yeh photo dekhi thi. Uski aankhein phat gayi thin. Trupti ke gore, adhe nange doodh aur uski gehari cleavage dekh kar uska 19 saal ka lund aisi shiddat se khada hua tha ki uske tatte dard karne lage the. Uska haath akele mein apni jeans ke andar chala gaya tha aur woh mutthi mein lund ko jakad kar Trupti ki photo ko ghoor raha tha.
Aryan:
Aapne… aapne yeh photo bhej di.
Trupti… main mar jaunga.
Aapke yeh doodh… aapka yeh chehra… mera lund phat raha hai iss waqt.
Aapko andaza bhi hai aapne mere saath kya kar diya hai?
Trupti ne bathroom ke mirror mein apna chehra dekha. Uske gaal aag jaise garam the. Uski choot poori tarah paani chhod chuki thi. Ek 19 saal ka ladka uski photo dekh kar apna lund mutthi mein pakad kar tadap raha tha, yeh khayal hi uske dimaag ko sunn kar gaya.
Trupti:
Haan.
Poora andaza hai.
Ab apna haath roko, phone side mein rakho aur chupchap so jao.
Kal milenge.
Aryan:
Main yeh photo apni poori zindagi mein kabhi delete nahi karunga.
Main roz raat ko aapko dekh kar hi sounga.
Sorry… par main khud ko rok nahi pa raha.
Trupti:
Sorry mat bol.
Bas… yeh photo kisi teesre ko mat dikhana.
Samjha na?
Trupti ne phone band kiya. Uske haath thande pad rahe the aur jism jal raha tha.
Usne bathroom mein hi apni nighty ko kamar tak upar khincha. Panty ko ek taraf kiya aur apni do ungliyan apni geeli, garam choot ke andar poori gehraai tak dhasa diin.
Slurp… aahh…
Uske muh se ek dabi hui cheekh nikalne ko hui par usne dusre haath se apna muh daba liya. Aryan ke woh gande shabd uske kaanon mein goonj rahe the — 'Mera lund phat raha hai... aapke doodh...'
Trupti ne apni middle finger ko tezi se andar-bahar kiya aur thumb se apni ubhri hui clit ko masalna shuru kiya. Dimaag mein ek taraf Abhay ka seedha pyaar tha, aur doosri taraf ek masoom junior ka uski photo dekh kar lund hilana. Iss nange, paap-bhare khayal ne uski choot ki deewaron ko sikod diya. Ek behad tezz, jhatke dene wala orgasm uske jism par toota. Garam, gaadha paani uski ungliyon par beh nikla aur uska badan bathroom ke thande floor par kaanp kar reh gaya.
Usne khud ko saaf kiya, nighty theek ki aur room mein aakar bed par let gayi.
Thik 10:41 par Abhay ka message screen par aaya:
Abhay:
Meeting abhi khatam hui hai jaan. Main room ja raha hoon.
Aaram se so jaana. Love you so much.
Trupti ne bina ek second ke jhijhak ke turant type kiya:
Trupti:
Love you too Abhay. Bas so hi rahi thi.
Phone screen band karke usne andhere mein aankhein khol kar ceiling ko dekha.
Uske phone ke andar ek 19 saal ke ladke ki gallery mein uski chhaatiyon ki aadhi nangi photo thi.
Uski choot abhi-abhi usi ladke ke dirty texts par paani chhod kar shaant hui thi.
Aur uska hone wala pati use 'love you' bhej kar bekhabar so raha tha.
Yeh ab sirf tease nahi tha.
Yeh aag ab dono taraf se khul kar lag chuki thi.

Shuruat mein uske andar ek pal ke liye gehri hichkichahat aayi thi — yeh sochte hi uska dil dharak utha tha ki woh ek shareef, engaged aurat hokar kisi 19 saal ke ladke ko aisi photo bhej rahi hai. Lekin Abhay ki lagataar badhti be-rukhi aur career ke chakkar mein uska neglect, aur doosri taraf hazaron meel door baithe Rahul ki woh zehreeli, meethi manipulation ne uski thandi padti zindagi mein achanak wahi purana, paagal kar dene wala thrill wapas dauda diya tha. Yeh wahi exact khatarnaak tanaav tha jo kabhi Vikki ke blackmail ke dauran ya Rahul ke gande orders ke aage jhukte waqt uski ragon mein aag lagata tha. Ek ajeeb si laalach ne uske dimaag par kabza kar liya tha, aur uske andar dafan woh besharm, bhookhi aurat — uski hidden slut — dheere-dheere apni poori shiddat ke saath jaag rahi thi.

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