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Subah ki roshni suite mein dheere dheere ghus rahi thi—curtain ke kinare se ek patli si line, jo pehle floor pe giri, phir bed ke sheet pe, phir Vaishali ke haath pe. Usne aankhen kholin, aur pehle second mein sirf ek baat yaad aayi: mirror. Arjun ki aankhen. Paani. Uski khud ki awaaz. Aur uske jism ka woh hissa jo ab bhi thoda geela, thoda soojha hua mehsoos ho raha tha.
Usne munh sheet mein dabaya. Saans andar atak gayi. Bahar samundar ki lehrein ab bhi thi, lekin raat wali garmi nahi thi—sirf ek thandi, saaf, bekaar si subah jo kuch bhoolne nahi de rahi thi. Sheet uski nangi jaanghon se chipki hui thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki kal raat ke baad uski gaand ab bhi sensitive thi, aur jab woh hili toh halka sa dard aur uske saath ek ajeeb si yaad aa gayi.
Vikram uske bagal mein so raha tha, ek haath uski kamar par, saans gehri. Uska seena upar-neeche ho raha tha jaise raat uske liye koi bhaari baat hi na ho. Vaishali ne uska haath dheere se hataya. Pair neeche kiye. Pehle second mein kamar mein ek halka dard yaad dilaya ki kal kya hua tha—lekin usne usse naam nahi diya. Usne sirf socha: uth. Kapde pehen. Bahar mat ja… phir socha: Arjun bhi yahin hai. Suite ke hall mein. Sofa pe. Shayad ab bhi.
Uske gale mein sharm ek gola ban ke atak gayi. Aur uske saath uski chut mein ek dheemi, be-ikhtiyaar si geelapan bhi thi, jaise jism ab bhi us raat ko yaad rakh raha ho.
Bathroom mein usne mirror dekha. Aankhon ke neeche halki si thakan. Honton ka rang. Gardan pe ek chhota sa nishan jo makeup se chhupana padega. Usne paani chhehwa, munh dhoya, lekin chehra wahi raha—woh aurat jo kal raat apne bete se aankhen mila chuki thi jab uska jism kisi aur ke neeche tha. Usne socha, bilkul saaf: Maine yeh kar diya. Aur ab subah hai. Aur mujhe uske saamne baithna hai. Usne apni ungliyan seene par pheri, jahan ab bhi Vikram ke daant ka halka sa nishaan tha.
Usne cream saree uthayi—simple, high neck blouse, pallu jo seene ko poora dhak sake. Kapda pehen te waqt ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. Pallu sambhalte hue usne khud se kaha: aaj normal. Aaj kuch nahi hua. Aaj sirf subah hai.
Lekin normal nahi tha.
Hall mein Arjun pehle se uth chuka tha.
Woh sofa par baitha tha, peeche ke cushions se thoda door, jaise us jagah se bhi bhaagna chahta ho jahaan kal raat uska haath tha. Table par uska phone tha, screen neeche. Projector band. Film ki yaad bhi ab ek bekaar si cheez lag rahi thi. Usne raat bhar aankhen band ki thin, lekin neend nahi aayi thi—sirf scenes. Mirror. Paani. Uski maa ki awaaz. Vikram ka haath uske kandhe par. “Main jaanta tha.” Panty. Khushboo. Uske haath mein jo thanda ho gaya tha. Aur uske apne haath ka woh hissa jo ab bhi thoda chipka hua mehsoos ho raha tha.
Usne subah bathroom mein haath baar baar dhoye the. Sabun se. Garam paani se. Phir bhi use lag raha tha ki kuch chipka hua hai.
Kitchenette ke paas se coffee ki halki si khushboo aa rahi thi—usne khud machine chalu ki thi, kuch karne ke liye, kuch aisa jo uske haath ko kaam de. Cup uske haath mein thanda padne laga tha kyunki woh pee nahi pa raha tha.
Bedroom ka door khula.
Vaishali bahar aayi.
Dono ki nazar ek second ke liye mili—aur tut gayi, jaise kisi ne haath jala diya ho.
Vaishali ne pallu kas liya. “Subah… ho gayi.” Awaaz itni dheemi thi ki lagta tha woh khud se baat kar rahi ho. Uski saans tez thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Arjun uske seene ki taraf dekh raha hai, chahe pallu dhaanka hua ho.
Arjun ne sir hilaya. “Haan.” Bas. Ek lafz. Uske gale se zyada nahi nikla. Usne socha, kal raat usne uski chut dekhi thi. Ek pal ke liye. Aur ab woh yahan khadi hai.
Woh dono ek dusre se door khade the—ek hall ke kinare, ek bedroom ke frame pe—jaise beech ka floor ab paar nahi kiya ja sakta. Vaishali ne kitchenette ki taraf kadam badhaya, cup uthaya, paani garam kiya. Har harkat normal dikhane ki koshish thi. Har harkat fail ho rahi thi. Uske haath cup pe kaanpte the. Usne socha: woh dekh raha hai. Woh jaanta hai. Maine uske saamne… aur ab main chai bana rahi hoon jaise kuch nahi. Uske andar ek dheemi si geelapan ab bhi thi.
Arjun ne uski taraf nazar uthayi, phir turant neeche kar li. Cream saree. High neck. Wohi aurat. Wohi maa. Kal raat navy blue mein thi. Kal raat mirror mein thi. Aaj pallu ke peeche chhupi hui thi, aur phir bhi usse lag raha tha ki kuch chhupa nahi. Usne socha, uski gaand. Uski moan. Uski chut.
Silence lambi thi. Samundar bahar bol raha tha. Fridge ki halki si gunj. Cup pe paani ki awaaz.
Phir bedroom se Vikram nikal aaya.
Shorts, nanga seena, baal bigde, chehre pe wahi aalsi hasi jo raat ko bhi thi. Usne pehle Vaishali ko dekha, phir Arjun ko, aur jaise dono ke beech ka tension uske liye koi maze ka game ho, muskura diya.
“Arre waah,” usne kaha, awaaz tez, beparwah. “Dono pehle se uth gaye? Maine socha thak ke so rahe hoge.”
Vaishali ke kandhe sakht ho gaye. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Cup pe dono haath rakh liye. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Vikram ka nanga seena uske saamne hai, aur Arjun dekh raha hai.
Arjun ne coffee ka sip liya—kadwa, thanda pad chuka. “Neend nahi aayi,” usne kaha, bina dekhne ke.



Vikram hans diya. “Haan bhai, raat lambi thi na.” Usne fridge khola, paani nikala, bada sa ghoont liya. Phir Vaishali ke paas aaya, uski kamar pe haath rakha—hall ke beech, Arjun ke saamne, bilkul casually—aur uske maathe pe ek halka sa kiss kiya. “Meera, coffee banayi?”
Naam. Wahi naam. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki, kholin. “Bana rahi hoon.” Uski saans tez ho gayi. Vikram ka haath uski kamar par garam tha, aur usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hai.
“Arjun ke liye bhi,” Vikram ne kaha, peeche mud ke. “Dekh, bhabhi kitni mehnat kar rahi hai subah subah.”
Arjun ki ungliyan cup pe kas gayin. Bhabhi. Woh lafz ab uske kaan mein ek alag tarah se baitha—kal raat ke baad, jab usne sab dekh liya tha, jab uske haath mein… Usne munh nahi khola. Usne socha, uski maa. Uski bhabhi. Uske haath mein uski panty thi.
Vaishali ne teesra cup nikaala. Uske dimaag mein ek hi line ghoom rahi thi: mat dekh. Mat yaad kar. Sirf pour kar. Sirf rakh. Sirf normal.
Lekin jab woh cup Arjun ki taraf le ke gayi, unke haath ek second ke liye itne paas aaye ki usne saans rok li. Cup table pe rakh diya, bina aankh milaye. “Lo.” Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin.
“Thanks,” Arjun ne kaha. Awaaz sukhi thi.
Vikram sofa ke kinare baith gaya, ek pair doosre pe, jaise yeh uska ghar ho aur yeh dono uske guest. “Aaj flight shaam ki hai na?” usne poocha. “Packing kar lo. Main checkout pe baat karta hoon.”
Vaishali ne sir hilaya. “Haan.”
“Arjun,” Vikram ne kaha, uski taraf dekhte hue, hasi ab bhi aankhon mein. “Tu bhi pack kar lena. Kal raat jo… movie dekh raha tha na… thak gaya hoga.”
Arjun ne uski aankhon mein ek second dekha. Vikram ki nazar mein wahi baat thi jo kandhe par haath rakhte waqt thi—main jaanta tha. Main ab bhi jaanta hoon. Tu kuch nahi bolega.
Arjun ne cup neeche rakha. “Main pack kar leta hoon.”
Woh uth ke apne bag ki taraf chala gaya—hall ke dusre kone mein, jahaan uska chhota sa suitcase khula pada tha. Usne kapde fold kiye, bina soye hue aadmi ki raftaar se, jaise kaam karne se sharm kam ho jaayegi. Kam nahi hui. Usne socha, uski panty. Uske bag mein. Ab bhi.
Vaishali bedroom mein packing karne gayi.
Darwaza peeche se band kiya—is baar lock nahi, bas band. Bed ab bhi bigda hua tha. Sheet pe kal raat ki yaad. Usne suitcase khola, saree fold ki, blouse rakhe, Vikram ke shirts ek taraf. Har fold pe uske haath ruk jaate. Ek pal ke liye usne navy-blue bikini dekhi—geeli nahi ab, sookh chuki, bag ke kinare dabi hui. Usne usse uthaya, ungliyon mein dabaya, aur jaldi se kapdon ke neeche chhupa diya jaise koi raaz dobara daba rahi ho. Usne socha, Arjun ne isse dekha tha. Usne isse utaara tha. Usne isse pehna tha.
Usne socha: Arjun ne woh bhi dekh li thi. Bikini. Mirror. Sab. Usne apni ungliyan seene par pheri, dheere.
Bathroom mirror ke saamne phir khadi hui. Makeup bag khola. Concealer. Halka lipstick. Jo nishan gardan pe tha, usse dhakne ki koshish. Brush uske haath mein kaanpta tha. Usne khud se kaha: tu maa hai. Tu… bhabhi hai. Tu flight pe baithogi. Tu normal dikhegi.
Aankhen nam ho gayin. Usne unhe ponchha, zor se, jaise sharm ko bhi ponch sake. Nahi poni. Usne socha, usne mujhe dekha. Usne meri chut dekhi. Aur main uske saamne khadi thi.
Bahar se Vikram ki awaaz aayi, phone pe, reception se baat karte hue—checkout time, cab, airport. Awaaz itni normal thi ki Vaishali ko gussa aaya. Gussa aur sharm mil ke uske seene mein ek ajeeb si jalan bana rahe the. Usne socha: uske liye yeh khel hai. Mere liye yeh… mera beta hai. Mere liye yeh chehra hai jo ab main seedha nahi dekh sakti. Aur uske saath uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan ab bhi thi.
Door pe halki si knock hui.
“Bhabhi?” Arjun ki awaaz. Dheemi. Sakht. “Vikram bhai bol rahe hain… breakfast neeche order kar dein kya?”
Bhabhi. Us lafzh ne uske andar kuch tod diya—dheere se, bina awaaz ke. Usne door ke paas jaake kaha, bina khole: “Haan… jo… jo chalega. Light.”
“Theek hai.”
Kadmon ki awaaz door hui. Vaishali ne door ke frame pe maathe se touch kiya, aankhen band. Usne socha: woh mujhe bhabhi bol raha hai, aur kal raat usne mujhe… aur main uske saamne chai de ke aa rahi hoon. Maine yeh kar diya. Maine yeh duniya bana di. Usne socha, usne meri panty sunghi thi.
Breakfast table pe teeno baithe.
Suite ke dining corner mein plates, juice, toast, omelette—hotel wali neatness, jaise raat ko kuch hua hi na ho. Vikram beech mein baitha, Vaishali uske ek taraf, Arjun doosri taraf—itna door ki unke knees table ke neeche door the, phir bhi hawa mein tension ek dusre se chipki hui thi.
Vikram ne toast todte hue kaha, “Goa accha tha na? Short trip, lekin…” Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha, aankhen narrow, hasi dheemi. “Yaadgar.”



kuch toh hota hai.”
“Meera naam tha na?” phone wali ne poocha aur screen band kar diya. “Meera Deshmukh. Main society meeting mein suni thi. Bola tha husband young hai aur family Bandra side ki hai. Flat bhi unhone hi liya tha jo khali pada tha.”
“Haan, par Vaishali kahan gayi?” teesri ne aankhen narrow kar ke poocha, awaaz mein ek alag curiosity ke saath. “Pawar wali. Itne saal se yahin thi, second floor left pe. Ab dikhti nahi. Na bazaar, na pehle jaisi chai pe baithna. Kabhi socha hai?”
Mirchi wali ne sir hilaya aur thaal thoda hilaya. “Arre, alag baat hai. Ek Meera hai, ek Vaishali. Confusion mat kar. Meera nayi dulhan hai. Vaishali shayad kisi rishte mein gayi hogi, ya ghar pe hi rehti hogi. Log bolte hain na ki kabhi kabhi auratein chup ho jaati hain—sasural, tension, jo bhi.”
“Par itni chup?” phone wali ne kaha. “Na temple, na neeche baithna. Sirf window se kabhi pallu dikhta hai. Young jawan husband hai, aur yeh itni alone rehti hai? Main kehti hoon kuch toh hai. Nayi dulhan itni band nahi rehti.”
Beech mein hasi faili, woh hasi jisme sawaal zyada hota hai aur jawab kam. Ek ne dheere se kaha ki shayad sharmati hogi kyunki young husband hai, aur doosri ne uske haath pe thapki de ke chup kara diya.
“Chalo na, ek baar mil ke aate hain,” mirchi wali ne faisla kiya. “Sweetness ke bahane. Nayi bahu ko welcome karenge. Poochhenge kahan se aayi, kya karti hai, family kaisi hai. Warna yeh Meera-Meera karke hum khud pagal ho jaayenge, aur Vaishali ka sawaal bhi yahin latka rahega.”
Teenon uthin, thaal side rakha, pallu seedhe kiye, aur lift mein chadh gayin. Second floor pe right-side bell ek-do baar halki si baji.
Vaishali ne door khola. Usne cream saree pehni thi, pallu kasaa hua tha, aur chehre pe woh smile thi jo practice se aati hai—meethi, chhoti, aur door jaldi band karne wali. Andar flat saaf tha, thanda tha, aur thoda khali lag raha tha. Vikram nahi tha. TV band tha. Sirf uski saans thi aur kitchen se thandi chai ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi, subah se.
“Arre Meera ji!” mirchi wali ne meethi awaaz mein kaha. “Hum society se aaye hain. Aapko dekhne aaye. Itne din se aap bahar nahi aati. Hum soch rahe the kabhi taang tod li hogi aapne ghar baithe-baithe.”
Vaishali ne sir hilaya aur door thoda aur khola, lekin itna nahi ki woh andar ghus jaayein. Usne apne pair threshold pe hi rakhe. “Namaste. Aaiye, lekin aaj thoda main thak gayi hoon. Headache hai. Kal shayad baat kar paungi.”
“Bas do minute,” phone wali ne kaha aur aankhen andar ghumati hui sofa, curtain, aur us photo frame tak le gayi jisme Vikram ki hasi thi. “Aapka ghar kitna accha hai. Husband office gaye hain?”
“Haan. Late aayenge aaj.”
“Aur aap pehle kahan rehti thin? Shaadi se pehle? Family Mumbai mein hai?”
Vaishali ke hont ek second ke liye ruk gaye. Usne pallu sambhala aur ungliyon se kinara kasaa. “Bahar, thoda door. Family alag hai. Ab yahin hoon.” Awaaz mein koi gaon, koi area, koi detail nahi thi, aur yeh jaan-boojh kar tha. “Zyada kuch nahi. Simple life hai.” Usne socha, simple. Usne socha, raat ko.
Teenon ne ek dusre ki taraf dekha. Itna short jawab tha. Itni kam baat thi. Meera ke baare mein unhe pehle se bhi kam pata tha, aur ab aur kam pata chala. Alone aurat, kam bolti, door pe rok ke khadi.
“Koi shauq?” teesri ne try kiya. “TV serials? Mandir? Humne socha tha aapko society ke WhatsApp group mein add kar dein—”
“Baad mein,” Vaishali ne soft awaaz mein kaat diya. Smile ab bhi thi, lekin aankhen thaki hui thin. “Headache hai thoda.”
Phir mirchi wali ne suddenly, jaise baat beech mein gira di ho, poocha: “Vaishali ji, Pawar wali, aapko pata hai kahan hain? Itne din se unka naam bhi nahi sunai diya. Kabhi socha aapne ki woh aur aap, face thoda… main kehti hoon resemblance…”
Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Smile tootne ke kareeb thi. Gale mein ek gola ban gaya. Usne dheere se, awaaz control karte hue kaha, “Main unhe acchi tarah nahi jaanti. Alag floor, alag zindagi. Aap kisi aur se pooch lena. Mujhe maaf kariye. Aaj nahi baith paungi.” Usne socha, resemblance. Usne socha, unhe pata chal gaya.
Usne door thoda peeche kiya, woh soft pressure jo kehta hai visit khatam hai bina rude hue. Teenon ne hasi banayi aur kaha ki haan haan rest kariye Meera ji, next time sweets le ke aayenge, aur excuse le ke peeche hat gayin. Landing pe unki awaaz dheemi padi jab woh lift ka wait kar rahi thin.
“Bahut alone hai yeh.”
“Kuch batati nahi. Family bhi clear nahi.”
“Meera ke baare mein kisi ko kuch nahi pata, bas naam aur young husband.”
“Aur Vaishali ab bhi mystery hai. Dono ka face… main keh rahi thi na…”
“Chhod. Kal baat karte hain. Abhi toh bahana bana ke nikaal diya.”



Asli naam hall mein gir gaya jaise koi thappad. TV ki news ab bhi chal rahi thi, bekaaran.
Vaishali ne Ramesh ki taraf dekha—ek last second, sawaal bhara: kuch bologe? Uske liye khade hoge? Ramesh chup raha. Aankhen neeche thin, haath mal rahe the, munh khula-band ho raha tha. Arjun ke hont khule, band hue; usne Bua bas ke alawa kuch nahi nikaala jo kaafi ho. Jo lafz chahiye the—maafi, plan, tarikh—woh nahi aaye. Usne socha, unhone suni hai. Usne socha, Arjun ne dekha hai.
Usne pallu kasaa. Smile nahi thi. Sirf thand thi. “Theek hai. Main jaati hoon. Jab nikaalne ka dil ho, tab khud aana. Main door pe nahi aaungi dobara bheek maangne. Na society ke liye, na tumhare liye.”
Woh darwaza ki taraf badhi. Kadmon mein gussa tha. Peeche Priya ki hasi thi—dheemi, jeet wali. Ramesh ka ruko beta adhoora reh gaya. Arjun ka ek kadam us tak nahi pahuncha; usne sirf dekhte hue dekha ki uski maa, jise woh bhabhi bolta tha, gusse mein landing paar kar rahi hai. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.
Landing. Right-side door. Key. Click. Andar.
Vaishali ne door band kiya, lock kiya, aur peethe se tik gayi. Bahar society ki gupshup ab bhi kaan mein thi. Andar Priya ke gande lafz the. Beech mein uski khud ki awaaz thi jo raat ko wall paar kar jaati thi, aur ab use pata tha ki woh awaaz sirf Arjun ke kaan tak nahi jaati. Usne socha, unhone suni hai. Usne socha, meri moan.
Usne aankhen band ki. Gussa ab bhi tha—Priya pe, Ramesh pe, Arjun pe, khud pe. Flat alone tha. Clock teen baj kar kuch ho rahe the. Vikram abhi nahi aaya tha. Chai thandi pad chuki thi. Usne socha, raat ko. Usne socha, wall ke us paar. Usne socha, Arjun ne dekha.
Kitchen mein jaake usne paani piya. Glass neeche rakha, ek soft thud ke saath. Pallu seedha kiya. Curtain se neeche courtyard dekha. Kursiyan khali thin. Gossip walin chali gayi thin. Meera ke baare mein unhe ab bhi kuch nahi pata tha, bas itna ki woh alone hai, door pe rok deti hai, aur bahar nahi aati. Usne socha, resemblance. Usne socha, unhe pata chal gaya.
Usne curtain kheench liya.
Doosri taraf, left flat mein, Priya kapde fold karti rahi jaise kuch hua hi na ho, sirf munh pe jeet ki hasi liye. Ramesh TV ki taraf dekhte rahe bina dekhe, remote godi mein mara hua. Arjun landing ke peeche wall pe haath rakh ke khada raha, maathe se thanda paint chipka, aur uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi: aaj Ma, bhabhi, gusse mein gayi; Priya ne woh sab munh pe bol diya jo wall ke peeche se hum sunte hain; aur main phir se jaldi ke alawa kuch nahi de paaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Shaam abhi aani thi. Vikram abhi aana tha. Wall abhi bachi thi. Aur Vaishali ne, pehli baar itne din mein, yeh faisla le liya tha ki woh bheek maangne wapas jaldi nahi jaayegi—chahe society kitna bhi Meera-Meera kare, chahe Priya kitna bhi ganda bole. Usne socha, raat ko. Usne socha, wall ke us paar. Aur uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan ab bhi thi..




Shaam ho chuki thi jab Vikram ghar aaya. Keys ki awaaz sun ke Vaishali kitchen se hall mein aayi. Usne simple saree pehni thi, pallu dheela tha, baal thode bikhre hue. Makeup halka. Chehre pe thakan thi, lekin aankhen soft thin. Uske seene mein ab bhi subah ki geelapan ki yaad thi.
Vikram ne usse dekhte hi ruk gaya. Bag haath mein reh gaya. Uske andar turant garmi uthii. Yeh dekhna—uski biwi, uski Meera, ghar mein uske liye khadi—uska lund pehle se hilne laga. Shorts mein tight ho gaya.
“Aaj tu acchi lag rahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi. “Bahut acchi.”
Vaishali thoda sharma gayi. “Bas… normal hoon. Chai banau?” Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut dheemi si geeli ho rahi thi.
“Pehle idhar aa.”
Woh uske paas gayi. Vikram ne bag neeche rakha, uski kamar pakdi, aur usse apne seene se chipka liya. Usne pehle uske maathe pe kiss kiya, phir gaal pe, phir uske honton ke bilkul kareeb ruk gaya. Vaishali ki saans uske munh pe pad rahi thi. Phir usne uske hont dheere se chuse—pehle upar wala, phir neeche wala—baar baar, jaise taste le raha ho. Vaishali ke munh se soft awaaz nikalii. “Mm…” Uski nipples tight ho gaye.
Vikram ne jeebh nikaal ke uske honton ko geela kiya, corner se corner. Phir uski jeebh uske honton ke beech se andar gayi. Deep. Slow. Usne uski jeebh ko apni jeebh se ghumaaya, chusa, chhoda, phir dobara andar liya. Vaishali ke haath uske shirt pe kas gaye. Kiss lambi hoti gayi. Smack. Geeli awaaz. Kabhi woh uske neeche wale hont ko daanton se halka kaatta, kabhi jeebh se soothe karta. Vaishali ki kamar uske haath mein dheeli pad gayi. Uski aankhen band thin. Uske nipples saree blouse ke peeche tight ho gaye. Vikram ne yeh feel kiya—uska lund shorts mein sakht ho chuka tha. Usne uski gaand par haath rakha, dheere se dabaya.
Usne kiss todte hue uske kaan ke paas saans chhodi. “Chal andar. Bedroom.”




Vaishali ne aankhen kholin. Hont laal the, geele the, thode se soojhe. Usne dheere se sir hilaya. Koi lambi baat nahi. Bas soft. “Haan.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Yeh haan simple thi. Isme koi badi speech nahi thi. Bas itna ki woh uske saath jaane ko ready hai. Vikram yeh samajh gaya. Usne uska haath pakda aur bedroom le gaya.
Bedroom mein usne light kam ki. Vaishali ko dheere se bed pe litaya. Uske baal sheet pe fail gaye. Vikram uske upar jhukaa, phir se kiss kiya—hont, gardan, collarbone. Vaishali ke munh se soft moan nikalii. “Ahh… Vikram…” Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi.
Usne uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Aaj main kuch naya karna chahta hoon.”
Vaishali thodi si ruk gayi. Aankhen uski aankhon mein. “Naya…? Kya?”
Vikram bed se utha, drawer khola, aur pink vibrator nikaal ke uske saamne laaya. Remote bhi saath tha. Vaishali ki aankhen badi ho gayin. Chehra sharam se lal hone laga. Usne socha, yeh kya hai.
“Yeh…?” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi. “Main… yeh kabhi nahi kiya. Kabhi use nahi kiya.”
Vikram bed pe uske paas baith gaya. Bull wala andaaz—shant, hungry, control. Usne uska chin pakda. “Tu nahi kiya, toh kya. Tu mere liye karegi. Tu sochti hai tujhe pasand nahi aayega, lekin aayega. Main jaanta hoon. Bas trust kar.” Usne uski jaangh par haath rakha.
Vaishali ki aankhen neeche gayin. Sharam se pura chehra lal tha. Ungliyan sheet kas rahi thin. “Vikram… main… sharma rahi hoon… yeh… ajeeb lagega…” Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut geeli thi.
“Bol haan,” usne kaha, awaaz soft lekin hukm jaisi. “Mere liye.”
Vaishali ne kuch second socha. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir usne dheere se, sharam mein, kaha, “Haan… theek hai… tumhari marzi…”
Vikram muskura diya. “Acchi ladki.”
Woh uske paas hi baitha raha. Usne dheere se uski saree upar uthayi, petticoat side kiya, aur uski panty ke kinare ungliyan daali. Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi. Vikram ne panty dheere dheere neeche khainchi—pehle hips se, phir thighs se, phir poori utaar ke side rakh di. Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Sharam aa rahi thi ki woh ab neeche se nangi hai aur woh dekh raha hai. Uski chut geeli thi, khuli.
Vikram ne vibrator on kiya—pehle bilkul slow. Halki si gunj. Phir usne woh uski chut pe, clit ke bilkul upar, dheere se rakh diya.
Pehle second mein Vaishali ko sirf thoda sa feel hua. Phir tingles shuru hue. Halki garmi. Ajeeb si pleasure. Uske pet mein soft wave. Usne socha yeh itna strong nahi—aur tabhi vibration thodi si baith gayi clit pe. Uske munh se achanak moan nikal gayi. “Ahh—” Uski chut geeli ho gayi.
Vikram hans diya. “Itni jaldi? Abhi toh slow hai.”
Vaishali ne aankhen kholin, sharminda. “Main… main nahi… ahh… yeh… ajeeb… ahh…”
Vikram bed pe thoda door baith gaya, remote haath mein. Ab uske paas control tha. Woh usse dekh raha tha jaise show dekh raha ho. Usne speed ek level badhayi. Vaishali ka jism bed pe tight ho gaya. Haath sheet pakad liye. Ungliyan kas gayin. “Ahhh… Vikram… yeh… tez… ahh…” Uski chut geeli thi, vibrator pe.
Woh dekh raha tha. Uski biwi bed pe kaanp rahi thi, taangein thodi khuli, vibrator uski geeli hoti chut pe, haath sheet kas’te hue, munh khula, aankhen kabhi band kabhi uski taraf. Uske lund ne shorts mein aur zor maara. Bull andar se jaag raha tha. Usne remote pe ungli pheri, speed aur badhayi.
Vaishali ko samajh nahi aa raha tha kya kare. Woh gasps le rahi thi. Moan nikal rahi thi. Kabhi hips hilate, kabhi ruk’te. Sheet uske mutthi mein mudi ja rahi thi. “Vikram… ruk… please… ahh… zyada ho raha hai… ahhh— main… nahi sambhal pa rahi— ahh—” Uski chut geeli thi, ras nikal raha tha.



Nahi rukunga,” usne seedha kaha. Remote pe ungli. Bull tone. “Tu le. Bas le. Main dekh raha hoon.”
“Ahhh— please— ahh-ahh— Vikram— band kar— ahhh—” Vaishali ki aankhen nam thin. Pleasure itna tez tha ki uske dimaag mein soch nahi ban rahi thi. Sirf tingles, garmi, gasping, aur uski awaaz. Woh left-right hilne lagi bed pe, lekin vibrator chipka raha. “Main… kya karun… ahh… hath… nahi… ahhh—”
Vikram ne kaha, “Taangein khol. Spread kar. Abhi.”
Vaishali sharam se lal thi. Usne ek second delay kiya, phir usne taangein aur khol di. Legs spread. Uski geeli chut ab clear dikh rahi thi, vibrator clit pe chipka, thighs kaanpti hui, sheet pe geele nishan. Vikram ne remote full ke kareeb kar diya aur hans diya. “Haan. Aise. Ab maza aa raha hai.”
“Ahhhhhh—” Vaishali ki moan zor se nikalii. Woh bed pe tight ho gayi, peeth arch, haath sheet faad’te hue. Munh khula. Saans toot rahi thi. “Vikram— ruk— nahi— main— kuch— hone wala hai— ahhhh—” Uski chut geeli thi, ras nikal raha tha.
“Haan. Ab. De. Squirt kar.”
Uska jism toot gaya. Geela pan zor se chhuta—squirt—baar baar pulse, uski thighs aur sheet pe. Woh chillayi. “Ahhhhhh— ahhhh— ahhhh—” Taangein kaanpin. Pet hilaa. Vibrator ki awaaz ab bhi chal rahi thi jab tak Vikram ne band nahi kiya. Uski chut geeli thi, ras sheet pe.
Phir silence. Sirf uski bhaari saans.
Vaishali ne aankhen kholin. Pura chehra sharam se lal tha. Aankhen nam. Munh khula. Woh apne thighs pe geela pan dekh ke aur sharma gayi. Haath se munh dhakne ki koshish ki. “Main… maine… yeh… oh bhagwan… main… sharminda hoon…” Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram uske paas aaya. Uske shorts mein lund itna sakht tha ki dard ho raha tha. Usne uska haath munh se hataya aur usse dekha—hungry, aroused, bull. “Sharminda mat ho. Yeh mast tha. Tu dekh, main kitna hard ho gaya hoon tere liye.”
Usne uska haath le ke apne lund pe rakha—shorts ke upar se. Vaishali ne feel kiya kitna tight hai. Uske gale mein soft awaaz atak gayi. Usne socha, sakht hai.
“Ab main tujhe chodunga,” Vikram ne kaha, awaaz bhaari. “Hard. Tu ready hai?”
Vaishali ab bhi sharminda thi, kaanp rahi thi, lekin usne dheere se sir hilaya. “Haan… karo…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne shorts utaare. Lund bahar aaya—mota, sakht, tip geeli. Usne Vaishali ki taangein upar ki, uski squirt se geeli chut pe tip rakhi, aur dheere se pehla inch diya. Phir ek deep dhakka.
“Ahhhh—”
“Itni geeli hai tu,” usne kaha aur chodne laga. Pehle thoda control, phir tez. Hard. Bed hilne laga. Thap thap. Geeli awaaz. “Ahh— ahh— Vikram— ahh—” Uski chut geeli thi, uske lund ko le rahi thi.
Usne uske upar jhuk ke kiss kiya jab woh chod raha tha—jeebh andar, hont chuste hue—phir gardan pe muh rakha. “Bol maza aa raha hai?”
“Haan— ahh— aa raha hai— ahhh— mat ruk—” Vaishali ke nails uski peeth pe the. Sharm ab pleasure ke neeche dabi ja rahi thi. Har dhakka pe uske boobs hilte. Har dhakka pe moan nikal’ti. “Ahh-ahh-ahh—” Uski chut geeli thi, ras nikal raha tha.
Vikram ne uske haath pakad ke sirhane dabaye aur aur gehra choda. Bull mode poora. “Teri chut mujhe kha rahi hai. Squirt ke baad bhi tu itni tight. Bol kiski hai tu.”
“Tumhari— ahh— tumhari— ahhhh—”
Usne usse side se ek taang upar karke aur deep liya. Vaishali ki awaaz toot gayi. “Ahhhh— wahan— haan—” Vikram ki raftaar tez ho gayi. Sweat. Skin. Geeli thap. “Doosri baar aa. Mere lund pe.”



Vaishali phir se hil gayi. “Ahhhhhh—” Uski chut ne lund kas liya. Vikram uske andar jhad gaya—garam, zor se, dhakke pe dhakka—uske andar hi. “Nnh… le… le meri…” Uski chut geeli thi, uske ras se bhari.
Woh uske upar rukaa, saans bhaari. Vaishali uske neeche kaanp rahi thi. Aankhen nam. Chehra ab bhi thoda lal. Sharm aur satisfaction dono. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya. “Aaj yeh naya tha. Tu ne kiya mere liye. Kal main aur maangunga. Aaj ke liye… tu mast thi.”
Vaishali ne dheere se kaha, saans ke beech, “Main… pehli baar… itna… sharma gayi… lekin… ruk nahi paayi… jab tumne remote badhaya…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram hans diya, usse apne seene se chipkaya. “Isliye toh remote mere paas tha. Soi ja. Tu meri hai.”
Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Jism geela tha. Clit ab bhi sensitve tha. Dil mein sharm thi, lekin us sharm ke saath ek soft sukoon bhi tha—ki aaj usne haan kaha, kiss se lekar toy tak, aur Vikram ne usse sambhala, choda, aur ab pakad ke litaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Bahar raat thi.
Andar, pehli baar, unka naya khel shuru ho chuka tha—dheere, dirty, aur uski sharm ke saath.