[Joker44]

Kaveri ghar pahunchte hi seedha apni amma ke paas gayi. Uska chehra abhi bhi tension se bhara hua tha. Usne amma ko sab kuch bata diya—ki Srivalli ghar nahi aayi, Jolly ne kaha ki voh kuch arrangements kar rahi hai Pushpa ji ke liye, aur abhi do din baad wapas aayegi.
Amma ne bhi thoda shant ho kar Kaveri ko samjhaya, lekin unki aankhon mein bhi chinta clear thi.
“Beta, sab thik ho jayega. Tum fikr mat karo. Srivalli sambhal legi sab.”
Jab Kaveri apne kamre mein gayi, usse pata nahi tha ki Jolly ka aadmi building ke bahar, chhat pe aur gali ke kone pe chhupa hua uspar nazar rakh raha tha. Us aadmi ne mobile nikaala, dhire se Kaveri ki kuch candid pics li—kabhi uske window pe khade hone ki, kabhi uske terrace pe akele chalne ki, kabhi uske dosti ke group ke saath hansne ki. Usne yeh sab photos directly Jolly ko WhatsApp kar diye.
Jolly apne private office mein baitha phone scroll kar raha tha, pics aate hi usne ek twisted smile di. Usne apne aadmi ko turant message kiya:
“Keep following her. Roz ki routine, dosti, college—sab detail mein bhej. Kuch weakness ya secret nikalo—mujhe chahiye. Dad ka birthday aane wala hai. Ismaal ko jaldi tayar karna hai. Understood?”
Jolly ke liye ab Kaveri sirf ek family ki beti nahi thi, ek project thi—uske liye mission ban chuki thi. Uski aankhon mein ab sirf planning aur dark excitement thi, kaise Kaveri ko dheere-dheere Rudra Reddy ke liye ready kare.




Kaveri shaam ko ghar se nikalte waqt amma ko casual tareeke se bola,
“Amma, main tuition ke liye ja rahi hoon. Thodi der lag sakti hai, homework bhi hai.”
Amma ne bhi usual tareeke se haan mein sir hila diya, “Beta, jaldi aana, dinner ready hai.”
Bahar nikalte hi, Kaveri ne apne dosto ke group ko bye bola, par unke jaane ke baad ek dusra scene tha—gali ke corner pe ek slim, handsome ladka black bike ke saath khada tha. Kaveri uske paas gayi, dono ne ek dusre ko dekha, aankhon mein woh secret smile thi jo sirf young lovers ke beech hoti hai. Ladka helmet pehnate hue thoda nervous bhi lag raha tha,
“Chalein?”
Kaveri ne bhi quickly helmet pehna, bike pe baith gayi, aur dono quietly nikal pade—tuition ke raaste pe nahi, balki ek dusre ke secret spot ki taraf.
Bike ne city ke hustle se nikal kar ek sunse nandi (river) ke kinare wale area par break lagayi. Sham ki thandi hawa, kinare par lagte peedh, aur aas-paas koi nahi—yeh unka favourite hideout tha. Dono bike se utar ke, nadi ke kinare grass pe baith gaye. Kaveri baal peeche karte hue, thoda nervous lekin excited thi,
“Tuition main aayi hoon, yahan nahi…”
Ladka hansa, “Toh main kya karoon, tu hi bolti hai sirf study, aur yahan baithi hai mere saath!”
Door se koi kuch sun nahi sakta tha, par gestures, laugh, aur nazar sab kuch bold thi. Ladka dheere se Kaveri ka haath pakadta hai, dono pehle toh awkward si baatein karte hain—life, college, dosti, future—lekin chemistry itni obvious thi ki khamoshi khud romance bol rahi thi.
Ek moment pe ladka jhuk ke suddenly Kaveri ke lips pe ek quick kiss kar deta hai. Kaveri surprise ho jaati hai, aankhen thodi gusse mein aur sharm se gol ho jaati hain,
“Pagal ho gaya hai kya? Koi dekh lega toh?”
Ladka muskurata hai,
“Sorry, par rok nahi paaya…”
Kaveri phir bhi naraz rehti hai, par jab ladka uski aankhon mein genuinely sorry dekhta hai, toh woh bhi thoda pighal jaati hai.
“Theek hai, par agli baar bina pooche mat karna!”
Ladka thoda close aata hai, aur is baar Kaveri khud bhi ready hoti hai. Dheere-dheere dono ka face ek dusre ke aur pass aata hai, aur ek slow, passionate kiss start ho jaata hai—iss baar Kaveri khud bhi lips pe pressure deti hai, eyes band, hands uske shoulders pe. Kiss deep hota jata hai, lips ka friction, hearts ka dhadakna dono feel kar rahe hain.
Nadi ke kinare halki hawa chal rahi hai, aur dono young lovers us lamhe mein khud ko bhool jaate hain—sham ka ek chhupa hua, forbidden, lekin innocent romance.




Bike ride ke baad, Kaveri ka boyfriend use colony ke ek kone pe drop karta hai—thoda distance ghar se door, taaki kisi ko shaq na ho. Kaveri usse casual bye bolti hai, ek baar phir quick smile exchange hoti hai, aur woh quietly ghar ki taraf walk karti hai, helmet bag mein daal ke, bilkul normal expression ke saath.
Lekin, unki bike ride aur river kinare ki meeting, saari chhup chup ke romance—yeh sab Jolly ke aadmi ne chhup kar dekha aur secretly phone se kuch photos aur video clips bhi le li. Jaise hi Kaveri ghar pahunchti hai, woh aadmi side gali se nikal kar apni bike pe baithta hai, turant Jolly ko call karta hai:
“Boss, ladki tuition pe nahi gayi thi. Ek ladke ke saath river kinare gayi thi, kaafi time saath rahi. Kissing-shissing sab hua. Photos aur location bhej raha hoon.”
Jolly phone par ek twisted smile ke saath photos dekhta hai, fir calm voice mein order deta hai:
“Sahi hai. Ab seedha kaam karo—kal subah us ladke ko pakdo. Zinda mere paas laana, samjhe? Koi scene nahi hona chahiye. Kaveri ko kuch pata nahi chalna chahiye abhi.”
Aadmi message padh ke confirm karta hai,
“Ho jayega, boss. Kal tak banda aapke saamne hoga.”
Jolly ke dimaag mein ab sirf ek hi plan chal raha hai—Kaveri ki weakness use karna, us ladke ko tool bana kar usko emotional ya physical trap mein laana. Ab game next level pe chadhne wala tha.

Subah Kaveri ka boyfriend apne college ke raste par ja raha tha, jab achanak do muscled aadmi ne usse corner pe roka. Ek ne uska mouth band kar diya, dusre ne peechhe se uske haath pakad liye. Woh chilla bhi nahi paaya—seconds mein usko ek black SUV mein ghaseet ke daal diya gaya. Car full tinted thi, andar silent tha. Kuch minute baad gaadi ek badi haveli ke basement mein ruki.
Usko push karte hue ek dark, lavish room mein le jaaya gaya—wahan centre mein ek royal chair par Jolly baitha hua tha. Jolly ne usko upar se neeche tak dekha, ek cold, calculating smile ke saath.
Jolly:
“Naam kya hai tera?”
Ladka ghabrahat se bola,
“Ravi… Ravi Kumar…”
Jolly ne ek file table pe slide ki—us file mein Ravi ke pure family details, address, college report, parents ka office, choti behen ki college photo, sab tha.
Jolly (smirking):
“Dekh, main yeh khel har roz khelta hoon. Teri family—mummy, papa, choti behen—sab mujhe mil gaye. Ek signal pe main kisi ko bhi… samajh raha hai na?”
Ravi ki aankhon mein dar saaf dikh raha tha, body poori trembling thi.
“Sir, main kuch nahi karta… please sir…”
Jolly:
“Bas ek favour chahiye. Tu meri baat sunega, toh teri family zinda rahegi, aur tujhko life mein paise ki kabhi kami nahi hogi. Main tujhe itne paise dunga ki tu sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakta. Lekin agar ek bhi galti ki… tu bhi gaya, teri family bhi gayi.”
Ravi ki aankhon se aansu aa gaye, usne haan mein sir hilaya,
“Sir, main kuch bhi kar loonga… bas unhe kuch mat kariyega…”
Jolly ne uske shoulder par haath rakha,
“Good. Ab jo main bolunga, wahi karega. No questions, no mistakes. Samjha?”
Ravi ne silent agreement de diya, samajh gaya ki ab uski zindagi kisi aur ke control mein hai.
Jolly ka plan ab ek naya turn lene ko tayyar tha—Kaveri ki love life, ab uske haath ki puppet ban chuki thi.

Jolly ka Blackmail Plan (Detailed, Dark, Hinglish):
Jolly ne Ravi ko ek sofa pe bithaya, aur uske saamne whiskey glass ghoomate hue calm, cold voice mein bola:
“Suno Ravi… Kaveri tumhari girlfriend hai na? Tum dono ke beech kaafi pyaar hai, photos waali baatein bhi hoti hongi. Main chaahta hoon, usse kuch khaas photos maang lo—nude photos. Sweet baaton mein, pyaar se ya thoda emotional drama karke. Agar tujhse nahi hota, toh main help karunga.”
Ravi ghabra gaya,
“Sir, yeh kaise—woh kabhi nahi karegi…”
Jolly ne ek icy smile di,
“Isliye toh main hoon. Tu sirf message likh, use convince karne ki koshish kar. Agar vo nahi maanti, toh mujhe bata dena. Mere logon ke paas sab kuch ready hai—ek party mein uske drink mein kuch milayenge, phir jab woh behosh hogi, main ya mere bande uske nude pics click kar lenge. Uske baad tu tension mat lena, sab control mein aa jayega. Aur tujhe uss din zindagi bhar ka paisa milega.”
Ravi ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, par uske paas koi option nahi tha. Usne trembling hands se apna phone nikala, Kaveri ko soft, emotional messages bhejne laga,
“Tum par bharosa hai… bas ek baar apni photo bhej do, mere liye… please…”
Jolly ne peechhe khade ho kar har word check kiya, uski aankhon mein victory ki ek dark chamak thi.
“Agar Kaveri seedha maan gayi toh theek, warna Plan B toh ready hai—usse hosh nahi rahega, aur uski izzat mere haath mein…”
Jolly ka plan ab Kaveri ke poore future ko ek click mein badal sakta tha. Kaveri ab asli danger mein thi—usse pata bhi nahi tha ki uske sabse close log, uski zindagi ka sabse bada trust todne wale hain.

Kaveri ne apne boyfriend Ravi ke baar-baar emotional request pe ek cute, thodi sexy photo bhej di—lekin usne sirf thoda sa cleavage, ek cheeky pout aur thodi exposed thighs dikhayi, bilkul bold nahi thi. Ravi ne woh photo Jolly ko forward kar di.




Jolly ne photo dekhi, thoda disappointment ke saath Ravi ko cold voice me bola,
"Yeh bacchon wali photo mujhe nahi chahiye. Ek hafta hai tere paas, isme mujhe waise photos chahiye jaise main keh raha hoon—nahi toh tumhara poora parivaar ek hi din mein khatam ho jayega. Samjha?"
Ravi ne ghabra kar sir hilaya, aankhon mein dar tha. Jolly ne tab usse thoda aur press karte hue poocha,
"Waise ek baat bata—yeh Kaveri abhi tak virgin hai ya kisi ne use taste kiya hai? Tum dono ke beech mein kitna kuch hua hai?"
Ravi ne shaky voice mein bola,
"Nahi sir… main use bachpan se jaanta hoon. Usne sirf mujhse pyaar kiya hai, par vo bahut sanskari hai. Kabhi bhi line cross nahi ki, sirf thoda bohot kiss kiya hai. Aur vo Pushpa ki bhanji hai… koi usko chune ki bhi himmat nahi karega. Sir, please, vo meri girlfriend hai abhi…"
Jolly ne Ravi ki taraf ek twisted, thandi si smile di, uska kandha thoda squeeze kiya,
"Ab kuch nahi. Ab vo kiski hai, main decide karunga… samjha na? Ab tu ja, aur agle ek week mein kaam pura ho jana chahiye. Nahi toh… samajh le, khatam!"
Ravi ko almost dhakke maar ke bahar nikal diya gaya, woh poora hil chuka tha—darr aur guilt mein dooba hua.
Jolly ne Kaveri ki woh pic apne dad, CM Rudra Reddy ko forward kar di,
"Dad, fresh maal ki pehli jhalak. Bas ek hafta aur… phir birthday par asli gift aapke saamne."
Rudra Reddy ne photo dekh ke ek gandi, bhookhi laugh bheji:
"Beta, jaldi kar. Is baar special surprise mein, tu mera asli baaz nikla!"

Ravi poori raat stress mein tha. Use Kaveri se waqayi pyaar tha—voh sirf uski girlfriend nahi, bachpan ki dost bhi thi, dono ne sapne dekhe the ek din shaadi karenge, ek saath life banayenge. Lekin ab Jolly ki dhamkiyon ne uska sab kuch hila diya tha. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi sawal ghoom raha tha—agar maine yeh nahi kiya toh meri family… aur Kaveri bhi?
Us raat, dinner ke baad, Ravi ne Kaveri ko call kiya—normal si baatein ki, lekin voice mein extra sweet tone tha. Thodi der flirting ke baad usne,
"Kaveri, ek kaam karogi? Tumhaari ek aisi photo bhej do na, jisme tum sirf mere liye ho… bilkul special, thoda bold, please…"
Kaveri pehle thoda irritate ho gayi,
"Kya Ravi! Tumhe pata hai mujhe aisi cheezein pasand nahi, main normal photo bhej sakti hoon… lekin baar-baar yeh mat bola karo!"
Ravi ne act kiya jaise voh bahut hurt ho gaya ho,
"Theek hai, main bas mazaak kar raha tha… par kabhi kabhi lagta hai tum mujhse pyaar hi nahi karti, trust hi nahi karti… sab friends ke aage bhi kabhi kuch share nahi kiya…"
Kaveri ne dekha Ravi upset ho gaya hai toh guilt mein aa gayi. Kuch second sochne ke baad, usne apne room ka door band kiya, light soft ki, aur ek seductive pic click ki—isme uski tight top se deep cleavage dikh rahi thi, bare shoulders and armpits visible thi, lips pe thoda pout tha, aankhon mein thodi sharam aur thoda attitude tha. Pose kaafi sexy thi, par abhi bhi ek line ke andar—nude ya vulgar nahi.
Kaveri ne pic bheji,
"Bas, ab aur mat bolna. Yeh sirf tumhare liye hai, kisi aur ko dikhaoge toh main kabhi baat nahi karungi!"





Ravi ne wahi pic Jolly ko aage forward kar di—andar se guilt aur darr dono mil kar usko almost rula rahe the.
Jolly ne pic dekhi, aur turant reply kiya:
"Mujhe yeh nahi chahiye. Ek hafta bola tha—ya toh asli pics aayengi, ya teri family… decide kar le."
Ravi ka haath kaanp gaya, uske aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Ab uske paas sirf ek week bacha tha, aur Kaveri ko bhi koi shaq hone laga tha ki Ravi suddenly itna pushy kyun ho raha hai.

Bilkul, iss moment mein Ravi ka fear, guilt aur desire sab kuch ek sath mil raha tha—dil ka ek hissa Kaveri ke liye genuinely worried, doosra uske seductive photo dekhkar uncontrollable ho raha tha.
Raat ke ek kone mein, Ravi apne room ka door band karke bed par baitha tha. Usne Kaveri ki woh seductive photo kholi—uski tight top, deep cleavage, bare armpits, pout aur woh sharmili attitude screen par aata hi, Ravi ke andar ek alag hi excitement jaag gayi. Kuch pal ke liye, usne sab darr, guilt bhool kar bas uss image ko zoom karke dekhte raha, har detail observe karta—uske lips, shoulders, skin ki glow.
Uska haath apne aap hi niche chala gaya, aur usne dheere-dheere apne lund ko touch karte hue imagine kiya ki Kaveri uske samne hai—uski aankhon mein thodi sharam, thoda trust, thoda boldness. Ravi ke mind mein sab kuch slow motion mein chal raha tha—Kaveri ki saans, uske soft moans, uska naam pukaarti hui.
Uske room mein sirf halki breathing, thoda heavy movement aur phone screen pe Kaveri ki pic ka glow tha.
“God, tu kitni khoobsurat lag rahi hai… ek din sach mein tujhe apne paas rakhunga…”
Ravi ne apne fantasy mein Kaveri ke saath woh raat jaisi koi line cross kar di ho, aise imagine karte karte, woh apne climax par pahunch gaya—halki si guilt aur longing ke beech, ek awkward silence room mein phail gayi.
Uske mind mein ab bhi Jolly ka threat, Kaveri ka trust aur apni majboori ka bojh tha. Jaise hi sab khatam hua, usne aankhen band kar ke bas ek hi cheez sochi—ab kya karun… kaise bachaun sab ko?

CM Rudra Reddy apne private office me baitha tha, whisky glass ke saath, jab Jolly ne Kaveri ki sleeveless, seductive armpits wali pic forward ki. Rudra ne phone screen pe zoom in kiya, uski aankhen instantly greedy ho gayi—usne pic ko do-teen baar idhar-udhar karke detail se dekha. Kaveri ka deep cleavage, bare armpits, and thoda pout dekh kar uski saansen tez ho gayi.

Rudra ne Jolly ko message kiya,
"Wah beta, kya maal pakda hai! Iski body pe toh pura control chahiye mujhe... Itni jawan, itni tight—main to ab ruk nahi sakta. Jaldi bhej dena isko, varna main khud aa jaunga le jaane!"
Jolly ne smiley bheja,
"Dad, birthday tak wait kar lo. Iske baad aap hi ke liye ready hai. Kya pata, aap isse chod doge toh mujhe bhi ek chota bhai mil jaye!"
Rudra ne ek dirty laugh bheji,
"Hahaha, tu asli baap ka beta hai! Waise bhi, is jawani ko waste nahi karna chahiye. Jaldi kar, patience khatam ho raha hai."
Dono baap-bete ne horny emoji aur laughter stickers ke saath dirty chat ki. Jolly ne fir se Kaveri ki aur bold pics mangwane ka plan banane laga, aur Rudra Reddy ki aankhon mein ab sirf ek hi tasveer thi—Kaveri, sirf uske liye.

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[Joker44]

Agli subah Ravi poori raat ki guilt aur darr ke baad ek desperate plan banata hai. Usne apne ek close friend ko message kiya,
“Bro, aaj tumhara room empty hai na? Thoda urgent kaam hai, ek movie dekhni hai private mein.”
Friend ne bina zyada pucha haan bol diya,
“Haan haan, tu use kar le. Main aaj ghar pe hi rahunga.”
Ravi ne phir Kaveri ko call kiya,
“Aaj college ke baad free hai na? Chal, ek nayi movie aayi hai, teri favourite wali. Aram se kisi ke room mein baithe dekhenge, mast AC bhi hai.”
Kaveri pehle thoda hesitant hui, lekin Ravi ka pyaar aur insist dekh ke maan gayi. College ke baad dono milte hain, Ravi usse friend ke room le jata hai—andar ka mahaul ek dum casual, curtain band, bed pe blanket, table pe snacks, aur ek chilled juice ka glass ready.
Kaveri ko kuch idea nahi tha. Ravi ne movie play ki, aur ek glass juice uske haath mein de diya.
“Thoda thak gayi hogi, yeh le, fresh ho ja.”
Kaveri ne bina kuch sochhe juice pe liya. Thodi der baad uski aankhen heavy hone lagi, body relaxed ho gayi, aur movie dekhte-dekhte voh sleepy si feel karne lagi.
“Ravi, mujhe bahut neend aa rahi hai… yeh juice mein kuch tha kya?”
Ravi ne act kiya jaise surprise ho,
“Arey nahi yaar, bas thak gayi hogi…”
Kaveri ne do minute baad aankhen band ki, body bed pe dheere se gir gayi, aur voh deep sleep mein chali gayi.
Ravi ab nervous, guilty, lekin Jolly ki dhamkiyon mein phansa hua tha—ab uske paas ek hi rasta tha…



Ravi ka haath kaanp raha tha, lekin Jolly ki dhamki uske dimaag mein goonj rahi thi. Usne dhire-dhire Kaveri ke side pe baithkar pehle uske baal hataye, aur phone ka camera on kiya. Dheere-dheere, uski aankhon mein sharm aur guilt ke saath, Kaveri ke kapde utarne laga—pehle uska kurta uthaya, phir inner top nikaala. Kaveri neend mein thi, usko kuch mehsoos nahi ho raha tha.
Ravi ne pehle upar se Kaveri ki body ki pics li—uska smooth skin, bare shoulders, armpits, cleavage sab frame mein aa gaya. Phir usne dress thoda aur upar uthaya, Kaveri ki bra expose ho gayi, uski boobs ka shape, cleavage, sab click kiya.
Fir dheere-dheere Ravi ne Kaveri ki leggings neeche khiskayi, uska panty expose ho gaya. Usne phone thoda angle par karke close-up shots liye—bare thighs, aur panty ke upar se hi pics click ki. Usne ek chota video bhi record kiya, jisme Kaveri ki sleepy, helpless body, aur Ravi ka trembling hand dikh raha tha.
Sab kuch karte waqt Ravi ke haath kaanp rahe the, aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the, lekin Jolly ka chehra, uski family ki safety sab uske dimaag mein flash ho raha tha.
Usne sab pics aur videos Jolly ko forward kar diye, message likha—
“Kaam ho gaya, sir…”




Ravi, Jolly ke next message padhte hi—“Nange pics bhej, pura body dikhna chahiye, aur video bhi”—andar se almost tut gaya tha, lekin uske paas koi rasta nahi tha. Ghar, maa-baap, behen, sab ka khayal aate hi usne phir se himmat jutayi.
Kaveri abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi, sleeping pill ka effect pura tha. Ravi ne poori majboori, guilt aur darr ke saath, uske bra aur panty bhi dhire-dhire utar diye. Uski naked body bed par padi thi—white smooth skin, soft curves, innocent face par neend ki bezubaan muskurahat thi.
Ravi ne trembling haathon se pehle full body pics li—top to bottom, sab kuch dikh raha tha. Phir close-up shots—boobs, bare stomach, navel, aur neeche ki taraf, uski chut ke closeups, side angle, legs spread kar ke, jisse sab kuch clear aaye.
Fir usne phone ka video mode on kiya—ek chhota video banaya jisme Kaveri ki puri nangi body, helpless sleeping pose, aur ek moment mein uske haath bhi uski body pe touch karte dikh gaye.
Ravi ke haath kaanp rahe the, aankhen bhar aayi thi, lekin usne sab data turant Jolly ko WhatsApp pe forward kar diya—
“Sir, sab bhej diya. Video bhi hai.”
Jolly ne pics open ki, ek dark satisfaction uske chehre par aa gaya, aur usne next plan ke liye sochna shuru kar diya.

Ravi, Jolly ke next message padhte hi—“Nange pics bhej, pura body dikhna chahiye, aur video bhi”—andar se almost tut gaya tha, lekin uske paas koi rasta nahi tha. Ghar, maa-baap, behen, sab ka khayal aate hi usne phir se himmat jutayi.
Kaveri abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi, sleeping pill ka effect pura tha. Ravi ne poori majboori, guilt aur darr ke saath, uske bra aur panty bhi dhire-dhire utar diye. Uski naked body bed par padi thi—white smooth skin, soft curves, innocent face par neend ki bezubaan muskurahat thi.
Ravi ne trembling haathon se pehle full body pics li—top to bottom, sab kuch dikh raha tha. Phir close-up shots—boobs, bare stomach, navel, aur neeche ki taraf, uski chut ke closeups, side angle, legs spread kar ke, jisse sab kuch clear aaye.
Fir usne phone ka video mode on kiya—ek chhota video banaya jisme Kaveri ki puri nangi body, helpless sleeping pose, aur ek moment mein uske haath bhi uski body pe touch karte dikh gaye.
Ravi ke haath kaanp rahe the, aankhen bhar aayi thi, lekin usne sab data turant Jolly ko WhatsApp pe forward kar diya—
“Sir, sab bhej diya. Video bhi hai.”
Jolly ne pics open ki, ek dark satisfaction uske chehre par aa gaya, aur usne next plan ke liye sochna shuru kar diya.



Jolly apne study room mein relaxed sofa pe baitha tha, whisky ka glass table pe, phone haath mein tha. Jaise hi Ravi ne usse “sab bhej diya, sir” ka message kiya, Jolly ne turant media files open ki. Uski aankhon ke saamne Kaveri ki woh nangi, helpless pics ek ek kar ke aa rahi thi—puri body, soft skin, untouched curves, innocence ke saath woh behaal sleeping pose.
Zoom kar ke usne closeups dekhe—Kaveri ke boobs, armpits, smooth stomach, aur sabse niche, uski bare chut, legs slightly parted, jaise koi exclusive treat ho. Fir video play kiya—Kaveri ki nangi body, Ravi ka trembling hand, poora helpless, unconscious pose.
Har frame ke saath Jolly ki aankhon mein ek dark hunger ubhar aayi, uska saans tez ho gaya. Usne thoda lean hoke, pants ke upar haath rakha, aur phone ki screen pe gaze chipka li.
“Saala… asli maal hai yeh… kitni pure, kitni tight… ab yeh meri trophy banegi,” usne andar hi andar socha.
Uska lund tight hone laga—har pic, har angle pe wo aur horny hota gaya, lips pe ek dirty smile aa gayi.
Fir usne ek deep breath li, apni whisky ka ek sip liya, aur socha,
“Ab main isko kaise taste karunga… ek hafta bhi rukna mushkil hai. Iski yeh body ab sirf mere dad nahi, mere liye bhi temptation hai.”
Jolly ki aankhon me ab double game chal raha tha—ek taraf apne father ko gift dena, dusri taraf khud bhi Kaveri ko kisi bhi tarah pehle paane ki planning.
Usne fir se pics dekhi, kuch zoom in karke screen ko softly touch kiya, aur khud ko control karte hue whisper kiya,
“Very soon, Kaveri… very, very soon.”

Jolly ne apne phone se ek message aur video select ki, thoda pause kar ke, phir direct CM Rudra Reddy ko forward kar diya. Video ke saath ek short message tha:
"Dad, yeh exclusive preview hai. Full maal, jaise aapne order diya tha—dekh lo aur batao kaisa laga."
CM Rudra Reddy apne private chamber mein sofa par baitha tha, TV par news chal rahi thi, par phone vibrate hua toh usne turant screen unlock ki. Jolly ka message aur video dekhte hi, usne volume low ki, aur poora dhyaan screen par laga diya.
Video play hote hi Rudra ke chehre par ek dark, greedy smile aa gayi—screen par Kaveri ki naked, sleeping, bilkul exposed body thi. Uske smooth white skin, soft boobs, bare armpits, navel, aur sabse neeche, legs parted, pink untouched pussy—sab kuch crystal clear dikh raha tha. Camera angles se har curve, har vulnerable detail frame mein aa raha tha.
Kuch seconds tak Rudra ne poori tasalli se video dekha, zoom karke, ek-ek frame pause karke details enjoy karta raha.
Uska saans tez ho gaya, aankhon mein raw lust ubhar aayi. Whiskey ka glass table pe rakh diya, aur usne apne pants par haath rakha, andar se pure animal instinct jaag uthi.
“Yeh hui baat, Jolly… tu sahi mein mera khoon hai! Is jawani ka asli taste ab main lunga, yeh maal toh main zindagi bhar nahi bhoolunga,” usne khud se bola, lips par evil smile ke saath.
Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si bhook thi—kaise Kaveri ko paayega, kaise uski virginity khud hi lega, is khayal ne usko pura excite kar diya.
Usne Jolly ko turant reply kiya:
"Beta, jaldi arrange kar. Mujhe yeh abhi chahiye. Teri mummy bhi kuch nahi bolegi, yeh toh mere liye special hoga!"
Dono baap-bete ab dark plans aur anticipation mein the—Kaveri ab ek living fantasy se zyada kuch nahi thi, sirf unke control aur enjoyment ke liye.

[Joker44]

Dusri jagah, ek shaam ka waqt tha—Srivalli apne kamre mein bechain baithi thi. Ab tak usne khud ko sambhal liya tha, lekin har din kuch aur naya, kuch aur beizzati laata tha. Aaj uske bed par ek transparent, extremely bold black dress rakhi thi—jisse dekhkar koi bhi shock ho jaye. Deep neckline, barely-there straps, thoda sa leather ka touch, neeche bas ek tiny skirt jaisi, poori body expose karti hui—yeh dress kisi high-class call girl ya hooker ke liye perfect thi.
Saath hi, phone pe ek message flash hua—African guy Adimtha ka:
"Tonight you are mine, Indian queen. Wear this dress for me and wait. I want to see all of you. Show me what only I will own from now on."
Srivalli ne message padte hi ek pal ke liye aankhen band kar li, body se ek thandi si sardi dhoondne lagi. Andar se ghinn, bezubaan guilt aur helplessness tha—lekin ab tak usne apne aap ko majboori mein strong bana liya tha. Usne dress uthai, mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi—apni reflection dekhi, jisme sharam aur bechaini mix ho chuki thi, lekin aankhon mein ek ajeeb si khud ko sambhalne wali himmat bhi aa gayi thi.
Srivalli ne socha,
"Aaj phir ek raat… ek naya circus… par ab to sirf survive karna hai, aur kuch nahi."
Usne dress pehni—shoulder pe straps adjust ki, neckline deep kar li, skirt ko neeche khiska diya, designer bra barely visible thi, cleavage almost poora open tha. Uske lips pe ek forced seductive smile aayi, aankhon mein aansu dab gaye.
"I am ready," usne phone pe quietly message kiya.
Adimtha ke liye woh ek exclusive, decorated trophy ban chuki thi—aur aaj ki raat uski ownership prove karni thi.



Srivalli abhi apne aap ko sambhalte hue, thoda nervous pose mein khadi thi, jab achanak do tall, dark security-type African guys kamre mein ghus aaye. Unhone Srivalli ko ek baar upar se neeche tak dekha—uske revealing dress, exposed legs, deep cleavage par unki aankhen ruk gayi, lekin unhone kuch bola nahi. Srivalli instinctively apne haath se chest aur thighs ko cover karne lagi, thoda scared expression ke saath—lekin woh guys bilkul stone-faced the, jaise unke liye yeh roz ki baat ho.
Un dono ne aage badhkar ek tripod camera directly bed ke saamne setup kiya, lens ko adjust kiya, angle check kiya, aur bina Srivalli ki taraf dekhe quietly bahar nikal gaye. Room suddenly silent ho gaya—bas camera ka red light blink kar raha tha.
Srivalli ka dil aur tez dhadakne laga—usne aankhon mein aansu chhupa liye, yeh samajh gayi ki aaj ki raat sirf uski beizzati nahi, balki record bhi ki jaayegi.
Tabhi room ka darwaza dhad se khula, aur Adimtha ek confident, dominating smile ke saath andar aaya. Uski aankhon mein raw hunger aur power ka thrill tha. Usne Srivalli ki nervous, sharmayi hui body dekhi, camera par nazar dali, aur ek badi laugh chhodi—
“Look at you, Indian queen! Aaj to pura show hai… sab record hoga, baby. Ready to make me proud?”
Srivalli sirf aankhen jhuka kar, apni body tightly cover karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin ab uske paas koi choice nahi thi. Adimtha aaj ki raat uska sab kuch lene ko tayyar tha—aur camera sab evidence capture kar raha tha.

Adimtha ne door band kiya aur poore room ko ek dark, hungry energy se bhar diya. Srivalli corner mein khadi thi, uski revealing black dress uski curves ko aur zyada highlight kar rahi thi. Adimtha ne bina ek second waste kiye, usko apni taraf khinch liya—uske shoulders pe haath rakha aur ek dum se uski aankhon mein deep, wild look diya. Fir uska gaze dheere-dheere Srivalli ke cleavage par gaya—uski neckline itni deep thi ki aaj tak kisi ne aise openly Srivalli ko objectify nahi kiya tha.
Adimtha (teasing, husky voice):
“Damn, girl… kitna size hai tera? 34? 36?”
Srivalli ne halki si shaky awaaz mein bola,
“36…”
Adimtha ne ek deep laugh ki, uska finger Srivalli ke cleavage ke beech se chalte hue uske lips tak aaya, gently uske lips ko brush kiya, jaise feel kar raha ho ki yeh sab ab uska hai.
Adimtha:
“Ever had an African before?”
Srivalli ne aankhen jhukate hue, halki si sharm aur dar ke saath sir hilaya,
“N-no…”
Adimtha fir se hasa—raw, cocky, powerful.
“Toh aaj raat yaadgar hogi. Mujhe tumhara BJ pasand aaya tha… ab phir se show do. On your knees, baby.”
Srivalli nervous thi, lekin ab uske paas koi option nahi tha. Dheere-dheere woh bed ke paas jhuki, dress ki skirt thodi aur upar chali gayi, usne apne haath se Adimtha ke pants ka zip khola—aur massive, dark lund uske saamne tha, is baar poora ready, throbbing.
Srivalli ne aankhen band karke, lips par Adimtha ka finger feel karte hue, slow kiss se start kiya—tip ko tongue se gently lick kiya, phir lips se uske shaft par soft pressure dala. Dheere-dheere usne mouth open kiya, aur uska lund ko deep lete hue suck karna shuru kiya.


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Camera quietly blink kar raha tha—sab record ho raha tha. Room mein sirf Srivalli ke “muhhh, slurp, ahhh…” wale sucking sounds, Adimtha ke heavy breaths, aur uske dirty moans goonj rahe the.
Adimtha ne Srivalli ke head ko softly guide kiya—kabhi slow, kabhi deep—aur har move pe Srivalli apni tongue aur lips se full effort de rahi thi. Uski eyes thodi watery thi, lekin lips par forced passion tha.
Adimtha (whispering, low voice):
“Good girl… show me how you please an African man. Tonight you’re mine—camera ko mat bhool, sab yaadgar hoga.”
Srivalli ab full submissive mode mein, every stroke, every lick, camera aur Adimtha dono ke liye perform kar rahi thi—raat abhi lambi thi, aur yeh bas shuruaat thi.

[Joker44]

Srivalli ne apna pace badha diya tha. Uske muh se "ghok-ghok" jaise wet sounds nikal rahe the, poore room mein goonj rahe the. Adamath uski taraf dekh kar relaxed smile kar raha tha—jaise ek artist apne perfect performance ka maza le raha ho.


Srivalli chup-chaap apna kaam kar rahi thi. Ab woh is cheez mein expert ho chuki thi—har movement controlled, every swirl of her tongue perfectly timed. Usne dheere se apni zubaan Adamath ke lund ke around ghumai, aur uske lips ne tip ko tightly seal kiya.
Adamath ke chehre par pleasure ka asar dikh raha tha—uski aadhi band aankhen, dheere se hote moans, sab Srivalli ke effort ka result tha.
Lekin Adamath ka size itna zyada tha ki Srivalli chaahti hui bhi pura andar nahi le paa rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi uska throat gag karne lagta, lekin woh apne haathon se handle kar leti thi. Usne thoda pause liya, phir dubara deep jaane ki koshish ki—lekin har baar uska throat resist karta.
Phir bhi, uski eyes focused thi, lips wet ho chuke the, aur har motion ke saath uske slurp aur lick ki awaazein aur tez ho rahi thi. Adamath ke heavy breaths aur occasional groans Srivalli ko batate ja rahe the ki woh sahi jagah touch kar rahi hai.
Woh sirf perform nahi kar rahi thi—woh ab us role mein ghus chuki thi jo us par thopa gaya tha.



Adamath ne Srivalli ke sir par dono haathon se strong grip banayi—aur ek dum se uska lund uske gale ke andar tak dhakel diya. Srivalli ki aankhen ek pal ke liye safed ho gayi thi, uska throat gag kar gaya, body thoda jhatki… lekin woh resist nahi kar paayi.

Usne apna balance banaye rakha, lekin itna bada size uske liye still impossible tha—pura andar ja hi nahi pa raha tha.
Adamath thodi der tak uske head ko hold karke rakha, jaise us moment ko enjoy kar raha ho. Phir dheere se usne apna lund Srivalli ke mouth se bahar nikala. Jaise hi woh free hui, Srivalli ne zor se ek gasp liya—jaise hawa se milne ke liye taras gayi ho.
Uske lips se thoda saliva drip ho raha tha, eyes thodi watery thi, aur chest heavily upar neeche ho rahi thi. Lekin still… uske chehre pe woh same silent submission thi.
Adamath ek dum se has pada—deep, amused laugh ke saath bola:
“Damn, woman... you are an amazing sucker.”
Phir usne Srivalli ke chin ko gently lift kiya, uski aankhon mein dekha,
“I like you... you’re a fighter. But tonight—I'm gonna break that too.”
Srivalli ne sirf aankhen jhukaayi… uski body ab chillane ko nahi, balki sirf survive karne ko trained ho gayi thi.


Adamath ne achanak Srivalli ko apni strong baahon mein utha liya. Woh scene kisi bachchi ko goad mein lene jaise lag raha tha—Adamath towering 7 feet ka tha, aur Srivalli sirf 5 feet. Uska slender, fragile body uske muscular chest pe rest kar raha tha jaise ek glass doll kisi giant ke haath mein ho.

Srivalli ki heartbeat aur fast ho gayi. Usne Adamath ke shoulder pe lightly grip banaya, lekin uska haath kaanp raha tha. Usse apne aap ka size aur chhoti si haalat ka andaza ho raha tha—aaj raat woh literally kisi aur ke control mein thi.
"Main ek trophy ban chuki hoon…" usne socha, jab Adamath ne usse softly bed pe lita diya.
Bed ke center mein Srivalli ab full display mein thi—dono haath naturally uske sir ke peeche chale gaye, jis se uski smooth armpits reveal ho gayi—ek intimate, sensual visual jise Adamath ne slow gaze se scan kiya.
Usne dekha:
Srivalli ek sheer black lingerie mein thi—poora transparent, sirf illusion ke liye kuch laces the.
Her nipples lightly pressed ho rahe the against the mesh, kabhi in, kabhi out jaise tease kar rahe ho camera ko.Her toned legs slightly parted thi, lekin abhi bhi thoda resistance tha uske body language mein—jaise woh apne aap se lad rahi ho, "Stop reacting, bas chup raho."
Adamath ne ek professional calmness ke saath camera reposition kiya—ab woh bed ke side angle se capture kar raha tha, full view mein Srivalli ke curves, her expressions, and her silent submission.
Phir, Adamath dheere-dheere bed pe chadhne laga—har motion calculated, heavy, powerful.
Srivalli ki aankhon ne uske movement ko follow kiya… body stiff thi, lekin aankhon mein ek helpless shine thi.
"Yeh sirf ek aur scene hai… aur mujhe isse bhi survive karna hai," usne apne andar socha.
Room mein sirf camera ka silent red light blink kar raha tha… aur ek nayi raat shuru ho rahi thi—record hone ke liye tayyar.



Adamath bed ke upar Srivalli ke paas aaya—uski har move heavyweight thi, jaise koi predator apni catch ke around circle kar raha ho. Srivalli ki body still thi, lekin andar se uska har nerve tremble kar raha tha.

Usne apne massive haathon se Srivalli ka face gently pakda… aur bina kuch bole, uske lips pe apne hot lips rakh diye.
Kiss soft nahi tha—dominant aur wet tha. Uski long, strong tongue directly Srivalli ke mouth ke andar ghus gayi, jaise uske har kona explore karna chahti ho. Srivalli ne instinctively react kiya—uska mooh open ho gaya, lekin shock aur pleasure ke beech mein freeze ho gayi thi.
Adamath ki tongue ne Srivalli ki zubaan ko poore possessiveness se suck karna start kiya—kabhi lips ke corner tak, kabhi deep andar tak. Saliva mix ho raha tha, kiss messy tha, wet sounds room mein ghoonj rahe the—aur Srivalli ka moan usi kiss ke beech mein nikal gaya.
"Mmmmhh..."
Uska ek haath Srivalli ke shoulder se hote hue slowly uski collarbone ko trace karne laga. Phir woh hand dheere-dheere neeche aaya—over her revealing black lingerie. Fingers slowly brushed across her chest, jaise silk par hawa chal rahi ho… aur phir ek sudden grip.
Uske fingers ne Srivalli ke boobs ko gently, lekin control ke saath grasp kiya. Kapdon ke upar se hi pressure diya—kabhi circular strokes mein, kabhi thoda rough pinch ke saath.
Srivalli ki body ne react kiya—ek aur soft moan uske lips se nikal gaya, kiss ke beech mein muffled:
“Aahh…”
Usne aankhen band kar li… uski sansen tez thi, chest heavy ho rahi thi.
Woh kiss mein ghul chuki thi, lekin andar se tuta hua confidence ab bhi kahin chillata tha—“yeh sahi nahi hai”… lekin uski body usse sun nahi rahi thi.
Adamath ne kiss break kiya, aur Srivalli ke lips se ek last lick kiya—poora saliva stretch hota hua, shiny thread ki tarah—aur uske cheek pe softly brush kar diya.
Adamath whispered, voice mein raw power:
“You taste like sin, Indian queen.”
Phir usne apna dusra haath uski kamar pe rakha… aur dheere se Srivalli ke lingerie ke straps ke paas slide karne laga.
Room mein sirf camera blink kar raha tha, aur ek aur beizzat raat ki script likhi ja rahi thi—body, mind, aur camera… teeno gawah the.




Srivalli ab bed ke center mein thi—uski body exposed thi, lekin still posed with a strange elegance. Black sheer lingerie uski fair skin ke against aur bhi bold lag rahi thi. Transparent mesh se uske nipples kabhi andar, kabhi bahar jaise tease kar rahe the—aur uski breathing ab aur heavy ho chuki thi.

Adamath uske upar aaya—pure control ke saath. Uski eyes Srivalli ke har curve ko scan kar rahi thi, jaise ek possession ko slowly unwrap kar raha ho. Usne Srivalli ke dono haathon ko gently upar raise kar diya, head ke peeche fold karte hue softly bed pe press kiya.
Srivalli ke smooth underarms camera ke full view mein the—uska soft skin, halki halki sweat ka shine, aur woh trembling stillness.
Adamath ne apne lips Srivalli ke neck se shuru kiya—slow open-mouth kisses, kabhi wet, kabhi warm. Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li, moan control karne ki koshish ki, lekin phir bhi ek “haaah...” uske throat se nikal gaya.
His hand moved down—first brushing across her ribs, then slowly hovering over her belly button.
"You shiver like a violin string..." Adamath whispered, uski skin pe finger glide karte hue.
Srivalli’s stomach fluttered… shame and heat ka strange mix uske body mein fail gaya tha.
Uske fingers finally uske breasts pe aaye.
Kapdon ke upar se, pehle soft massage jaisa motion… phir gradually thoda pressure.
Srivalli ke nipples ab fully hard ho chuke the, sheer fabric ke through clearly visible.
Adamath ne unpe thumb se light circles banaye—aur jab Srivalli ne aankhen tight band kar li, usne sudden squeeze diya.
Srivalli ne moan kiya—soft, broken, aur vulnerable.
“Aah... Adamath...”
Uska naam Srivalli ke lips se sunke Adamath aur slow, confident hua.
Usne gently uski lingerie ki neckline ko slide karke ek breast expose kiya.
Camera perfectly positioned tha—recording everything.
He bent down and took her nipple in his mouth.
Woh suck kar raha tha—deep and wet—aur Srivalli ke haath bed sheet ko pakad chuke the.
Her hips slightly arch hui… ek involuntary body response, even when her mind screamed silence.
Adamath ab full control mein tha—uska har touch, har lick, har movement like choreography.
Usne ek leg Srivalli ki thigh ke beech rakhi, body ko spread kiya, aur whisper kiya:
“I want to hear every moan tonight… don’t hide it.”
Phir usne Srivalli ki lingerie ko dheere se neeche slide kiya—aur poori body ko scan karta raha, jaise uske paas ab time bhi tha aur haq bhi.
Srivalli ne aankhen band rakhi, body heavy ho chuki thi—na woh enjoy keh sakti thi, na protest—ab bas ek slow surrender tha.
Adamath ne uske ear ke paas bold mein kaha:
“This bed will remember your sound. And so will the world watching.”
Camera ka red light blink kar raha tha…
Aur Srivalli us raat bhi—ek record ban gayi thi.

Adamath ne Srivalli ke legs gently side kar diye. Woh already wet ho chuki thi—her body had started responding before her mind could resist.

Adamath ne uski condition dekhkar softly laugh kiya.
“Already dripping? You’re made for this, Indian queen,” usne teasing tone mein kaha.
Srivalli ne sharma ke apna face side kar liya, aankhon mein sharam aur bechaini mix thi.
Lekin uski body… woh toh sab kuch express kar chuki thi.
Adamath ne dheere se apne fingers uske soft folds par glide kiye—ek slow, teasing caress. Jaise hi uska touch mila, Srivalli ki kamar halki si uth gayi, uske lips se ek broken breath nikla, aur uska body react kar gaya—tadap jaise ho rahi ho.
Adamath ke do fingers milke bhi Pushpa ke lund ke barabar the—aur Srivalli us familiar size ko feel kar chuki thi.
Lekin Adamath... uska size unse 3-4 guna bada tha.
Srivalli ke andar ek dar ka halka sa jhatka gaya.
"Itna bada... maine kabhi imagine bhi nahi kiya tha," usne socha.
Tabhi Adamath ne apna fully erect lund uske entrance par softly rub karna shuru kiya—slow back-and-forth strokes, just on the surface. Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li… breath tight ho gayi thi.
Uski heartbeats fast thi, aur har soft stroke uski inner walls tak electricity bhej raha tha. She was stuck between shame and an unknown kind of anticipation.
"Kya main isse handle kar paungi…?"
Usne apne haath tightly bed sheet mein ghusa diye… aur bas aankhen band kar ke saans andar kheench li.

Adamath ne apne massive lund ko Srivalli ke entrance par position kiya. Woh thoda sa push kar raha tha… lekin andar ja hi nahi raha tha. Srivalli ka body tense ho gaya, legs tightly gripped the bed, aur uski breathing irregular ho gayi thi.

“Aahh…” Srivalli ke lips se dard bhari awaaz nikal gayi.
Uski chut pehle hi soft aur wet thi, lekin itna bada size—itna stretch usne kabhi feel nahi kiya tha.
Tabhi, Adamath ne ek zor ka jhatka diya—suddenly.
Srivalli ne jhatke se aankhen khol di… aadha lund andar ghus gaya tha.
Uski chut literally stretch ho gayi thi… thoda fat chuki thi. Dard itna sharp tha ki uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye.
Uska muh open ho gaya, lekin awaaz andar hi reh gayi.
Adamath leaned forward, uske kaan ke paas aake growl kiya:
“I’m not even halfway in yet. Pushpa went deep... but I go deeper.”
Srivalli ki body hil rahi thi. Wo saans andar kheench rahi thi, chest upar neeche ho rahi thi—lekin uske andar abhi bhi sirf aadha tha.



Phir dusra thrust. Ek aur zor ka jhatka.

“AAAAhhh—!”
Srivalli ki awaaz iss baar bahar nikal gayi—poora lund andar ja chuka tha.
Woh gasping thi, jaise uske lungs se hawa chheen gayi ho. Uski aankhen fully watery ho chuki thi, lips open the, aur body completely frozen.
Uski puri chut ab sirf Adamath ko feel kar rahi thi—uski har pulse, har throb. Woh stretch ho chuki thi beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
Adamath ne pause kiya, uske andar deeply grounded ho kar sigh kiya,
“Damn… you’re tight. So tight… I don’t think Dave or that Arab even touched this.”
Srivalli silent thi, her hands gripping the sheet, chest heaving…
Woh sirf feel kar rahi thi—ek sensation jo pleasure aur pain ke beech atka hua tha, lekin sabse bada tha uska helplessness.
A raat jisme usne khud ko kho diya tha—ab uske andar sirf ek power ka weight tha.

Adimath ne dheere-dheere apne motions start kiye. Har thrust controlled tha, heavy tha, aur Srivalli ke andar tak jaa raha tha. Woh abhi bhi stretched thi, dard se bhari hui, lekin Adamath ke liye yeh sab sirf ek nasha tha. Uski body pe control banana, uski har moan sunna, uske har resistance ko break karna—yeh uska game tha. Srivalli ke lips se halki-halki moans nikal rahi thi, kabhi suppressed, kabhi broken, jaise har move pe uska throat se ek aur awaaz khinch ke nikal rahi ho.

“Aaahh… uhhnn…”
Uske chehre par pain clearly visible tha. Aankhon ke corners se paani nikal raha tha, lekin woh chilla bhi nahi rahi thi. Sirf uski saansein, uski aankhen, aur uska trembling body bata raha tha ki woh kya feel kar rahi hai. Adimath ne uska face dekha, aur ek second ke liye ruk ke uske lips ke paas aake deep voice mein bola, “You’re breaking… and I love it.”
Phir usne speed badha di.
Ab strokes powerful ho gaye the—bed ke headboard se dhak-dhak-dhak ki awaaz aane lagi thi. Srivalli ke soft whimpers now turned into audible gasps. Har baar jab Adimath ka lund uske andar tak jata, ek slap-like sound hoti, uske wet folds se mixed with the weight of each thrust.
Srivalli ne aankhen tightly band kar li, dono haath se bed ke sheet ko jor se pakad liya. Har thrust par uska body thoda sa aage hilta, jaise har stroke uski soul ko thoda aur push kar raha ho.
“Uhh… uhhnn… aahh… oh god…”
Adimath har movement pe low growl karta, jaise uska pleasure control ke bahar ja raha ho. “Uhh… yeah… that’s it… take it, queen… feel that stretch…”
Srivalli ne aankhen kholne ki koshish ki, lekin dard aur pressure ne uska chehra baar-baar niche jhukaya. Uska body ab sirf ek platform ban gaya tha jisme sirf Adimath ki rhythm chal rahi thi—kabhi slow drag, kabhi fast pounding. Bed shake ho raha tha, sheets crumpled ho chuki thi, aur camera quietly sab record kar raha tha.
Har second mein Srivalli ka control halka padta jaa raha tha. Kabhi uske lips open hote, kabhi uski breathing ragged ho jaati. Har jab Adimath thoda deep jaata, ek naya moan nikalta, kabhi halki si cheek par aansu ki nadi chali jaati thi. Woh samajh gayi thi, us raat koi respect bacha nahi tha. Bas submission thi—aur woh bhi record mein locked.
Adimath ne last few strokes aur hard kiye. Slaps aur grunts intense ho chuke the. Srivalli ka body ab bas bed ka hissa lag raha tha. “Ohhh damn…” Adimath growled, one last deep thrust ke saath usne Srivalli ko hold kar liya, dono haath uske hips pe, body uske upar press hoti hui.
Room mein sirf moans, gasps aur sweat-dripping silence bacha tha. Srivalli ki aankhon mein wohi dard tha, lekin ab uske saath ek ajeeb si numbness bhi aa gayi thi.
Woh bas layi rahi—still, silent, broken… aur camera ab bhi blink kar raha tha.



Srivalli ko laga tha sab khatam ho gaya… ki Adamath ab finally satisfy ho chuka hai… ki uski body ne jitna sehna tha, seh liya. Usne apni aankhen dheere se khol kar ceiling ki taraf dekha, chest abhi bhi upar–neeche ho rahi thi, aur body thak kar poori numb si ho gayi thi. Lekin woh galat thi.

Adamath rukne wala nahi tha.
Ek dam se usne Srivalli ko fir se apne dono strong haathon se uthaya. Jaise ek toy ho uske liye, jaise ek soldier apne weapon ko dobara ready karta hai. Srivalli ka halka sa cheek se awaaz nikal gayi, “Huh—?” Lekin uske lips ne sentence complete nahi kiya.
Adamath ne usse apne chest ke saath lift karke, hawa mein utha kar apne upar rock karna shuru kar diya—deep, fast thrusts—ek dum se. Srivalli ab literally hawa mein hil rahi thi, uska poora body bas upar–neeche Adamath ke control mein bounce kar raha tha.
Har thrust ke saath ek “thak!” ki awaaz aati, jaise skin-on-skin ka collision ho. Srivalli ka body poora bejaan sa lag raha tha, lekin andar se har push pe woh trembling thi, kabhi gasping, kabhi moaning.
Adamath kabhi uske hips tight pakadta, kabhi uski kamar ko air mein balance karta… aur beech-beech mein uske lips pe attack kar deta. Raw, hungry kisses—kabhi lips bite karta, kabhi tongue deep dalta, saliva ka messy exchange chalu tha.
Srivalli ka sir kabhi uske shoulder pe girta, kabhi uski aankhon mein thodi si shock, thodi si surrender dikhayi deti.




"Haaah… Adamath… stop…"

Usne bas itna hi kaha, lekin Adamath ne uske cheek ke paas se whisper kiya,
"You’re flying, baby. Let it happen."
Uski legs air mein thi, poora weight Adamath ke haathon pe tha, aur uska lund ab bhi deep andar, poora bhar ke thrust ho raha tha—har move aur intense, aur uncontrollable ho chuka tha.
Srivalli ab bas hawaa mein hil rahi thi… body sway kar rahi thi, aur har jhatka uske andar nayi shock wave bhej raha tha.
Uska muh thoda open tha, aankhon se paani nikal raha tha, lekin uske lips se nikalte moans mein resistance kam, aur exhaustion zyada thi.
Adamath har few seconds mein uske lips pe fir se kiss karta—tight, possessive, aur wet. Srivalli ki moans beech mein dab jaati, "mmmhhh… ahh…uhhh…", lekin woh kuch keh nahi pa rahi thi. Sirf feel kar rahi thi—dard, pressure, aur Adamath ka brute strength.
Poora room ab sirf bed ke creek, camera ka blink, aur unki mixed saansein se bhara hua tha.
Woh raat… ab bhi khatam nahi hui thi.

Adamath ne Srivalli ko apne strong grip mein liya aur seedha balcony ki taraf le gaya. Raat ka thanda hawa chal raha tha, neeche cruise ka sparkling water dikh raha tha, lekin Srivalli ka dhyan sirf is baat par tha ki uska control abhi bhi Adamath ke haath mein tha.

Usne Srivalli ko balcony ke railing ke paas jhuka diya, uska upper body thoda aage, hips piche. Uski back curve mein thi, hair shoulder se neeche gir rahe the, aur lingerie ka fabric ab bas symbolic reh gaya tha. Adamath ki eyes ne us view ko slowly scan kiya — uska entrance ab poori tarah stretched aur open tha, kal raat ke shuruat se leke ab tak ka sab evidence clear tha.
Adamath ne halki si growl ke saath uski kamar pakdi aur usse ek ghodi jaise position mein set kar diya. Srivalli ka heart beat tez ho gaya, lekin uska body ab resistance ki jagah sirf heavy breathing kar raha tha.
Usne apna lund position kiya aur dheere se andar slide karna shuru kiya. Motion slow tha lekin har inch feel ho raha tha. Srivalli ke lips se ek lambe moan nikla, aankhen band, dono haath railing ko tight pakad kar balance banaye hue.
Adamath ne rhythm pick ki — har thrust par uska body aage hilta, boobs naturally bounce ho rahe the, silky skin pe halki sweat ka shine aa raha tha. Har stroke deeper jaa raha tha, jaise woh uske andar ke har space ko claim kar raha ho.
Srivalli ki saansen ab broken thi, moans continuous, aur uska mind dheere dheere blank hota ja raha tha. Pehle ka dard ab sirf ek warm, overwhelming sensation mein badal gaya tha. Uske andar ka har nerve Adamath ke movement ke saath sync ho gaya tha.
Ab woh kuch aur soch hi nahi pa rahi thi. Jo shuruat mein ek beizzati thi, ab woh moment mein sirf physical overwhelm ban chuki thi. Uski hips automatically thrust ke rhythm mein chal rahi thi, jaise body ne apna control khud Adamath ko de diya ho.
Adamath ne deep breath lete hue uske ear ke paas kaha, “That’s it… feel me… all the way.” Srivalli ne aankhein band karke ek aur lambe moan ke saath saans chhodi, uska poora dhyan ab sirf andar ho rahi filling aur har deep stroke par tha.
Raat ka open balcony, hawa ka thanda touch, aur Adamath ka heat — Srivalli ab bas us moment mein kho gayi thi.





Balcony ke railing par Srivalli abhi bhi jhuki hui thi, body forward, arms gripping the edge tightly. Uske hair hawa mein ud rahe the, aur body already tremble kar rahi thi. Tabhi Srivalli ke moans mein ek naya tone aaya—ek soft, lekin clear pleasure ka sound jo Adamath ke kaan tak gaya.

“Aahh… mmmhh… ohhh…”
Adamath ne uska reaction feel kiya… uski body ki taal dekhi… aur uske lips se nikalta moan suna. Ek second ke liye usne uski kamar pakad kar pause kiya, aur low voice mein bola, "You're enjoying this now... huh, little queen?"
Srivalli kuch nahi boli, lekin uski hips ka slow sway aur wetness already sab kuch keh raha tha.
Adamath suddenly excited ho gaya. Usne apni speed badha di.
Ab uske thrusts hard aur fast ho gaye the. Har movement pe balcony ke railing se “thap! thap! thap!” ki clear awaaz aa rahi thi—skin-on-skin ka raw impact, mixed with Srivalli ke unfiltered moans.
“Aahh! Hnnnh! Uhhh! Ohhh god…!”
Srivalli ki body ab control mein nahi thi. Har thrust ke saath uska back arch hota, boobs aggressively bounce karte, aur legs thoda shake karte—jaise har cell uske andar se respond kar raha ho.
Uska mind ab blank tha. Koi guilt, koi fear… sab dissolve ho gaya tha. Sirf ek sensation bacha tha—deep, filling pressure that made her feel full, stretched, completely claimed.
Adamath ne ek final rhythm set kiya—fast, deep, intense. Har push aur tight ho gaya tha. Srivalli ab puri tarah se vocal ho gayi thi, “Aahhh! Mmmhh! Please… haahh…”
Uske lips tremble kar rahe the, aankhon se pani aa raha tha, lekin uss moment mein woh fully lost thi—desire aur madness ke beech mein.
Aur phir… climax.
Ek final jhatka—deepest thrust ever.
Srivalli ne ek sharp gasp liya, chest se leke pair tak sab tighten ho gaya. Uska moan itna intense tha ki usne apna face railing pe chhupa liya. Her entire body shook with release. Adamath ne uski hips tightly pakdi, uske andar full depth tak hold kiya, aur ek deep growl ke saath apna climax release kiya.
Us waqt cruise ke upar hawa tez chal rahi thi… lekin Srivalli ki body aur Adamath ka touch… dono mein sirf ek cheez thi: intensity.
Balcony pe silence chha gaya.
Sirf unki mixed saansein… aur camera ka blinking red light.

Adamath ne ek deep groan ke saath apna lund finally Srivalli ke andar se bahar nikala. Jaise hi woh release hua, Srivalli ki chut se garam cum ka flood nikal gaya—itna zyada ki agar koi bottle hoti, to aadhi bhar jaati.

Thick, hot fluid slowly drip karta hua uski inner thighs se hota hua balcony ke marbled floor pe gir raha tha. Srivalli ab tak hil bhi nahi pa rahi thi. Woh bas wahin railing se lagkar, knees thodi fold karke gir gayi—poori body loose ho chuki thi, aur saans lena mushkil sa lag raha tha.




Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Hair messy, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed. Woh bas hawa mein dekh rahi thi—blank, silent, numb.

Adamath ne thoda aage badhkar uska face apni haathon mein uthaya, aur ek strong, hungry kiss de diya. Deep, possessive, tongue-heavy. Jaise woh uske lips ka taste absorb kar raha ho—ek final stamp laga raha ho apne naam ka.
Phir usne Srivalli ke soft cheek pe ek thappad maara—not harsh, lekin ek loud "thap!" awaaz ke saath.
Srivalli ne aankhen jhapkayi, lekin react nahi kiya. Woh ab kuch mehsoos nahi kar rahi thi.
Adamath leaned close, uske kaan ke paas whisper kiya:
“You’re a damn hot woman, Srivalli… I swear I could make you one of my wives. Keep you in my house, enjoy you every day. You’d never walk straight again.”
Srivalli ne thoda hichkichate hue, broken voice mein kaha, “I… I can’t… I need time…”
Adamath ne uska chin thoda lift kiya, uski aankhon mein dekha, phir bas ek smirk diya.
“Think about it.”
Aur bina kuch aur kahe, usne Srivalli ko wahin balcony floor par chhod diya—naked, breathless, broken—aur quietly andar chala gaya. Door band hota gaya, footsteps door jaate gaye… aur raat ka hawa Srivalli ke thande, wet skin se takraata raha.
Woh bas wahin baithi rahi, balcony pe—ek queen jo apne taaj ke saath gir chuki thi.



Subah ka waqt tha. Cruise ka cabin soft golden light se bhar gaya tha. Bahar samundar shant tha, lekin Srivalli ke andar abhi bhi tufaan chal raha tha.

Woh balcony se chhup-chhup kar andar aayi thi—pair thakte hue, aankhen phuli hui, aur body raw pain se bhari hui. Har kadam usse yaad dila raha tha ki kal raat uske saath kya hua. Woh sirf ek aurat nahi rahi thi… woh record ban chuki thi.
Kabhi Pushpa ki dulhan thi, ab Dave ke circle ki trophy thi.
Usne dressing table ke saamne jaakar khud ko dekha. Mirror mein uska chehra… bikhra hua lag raha tha. Kajal ka faint sa nishan ab bhi tha, lips slightly swollen, aur cheek pe Adamath ke slap ka halka red mark.
Woh ek pal ke liye thir gayi. Uske haath ne mirror ka kone pakda, aur body dheere-dheere neeche girti chali gayi. Woh zameen pe baith gayi—naked, silent, curled up.
Eyes completely open… par aansu bina roye nikal rahe the.
“Main kya ban gayi hoon…?” uske lips se bas fusk-si aawaaz nikli.
“Mujhe kaun bachaega…? Mujhe kisne chhoda…?”
Woh kal raat ke moments ko replay nahi karna chahti thi… lekin har second unki yaad chhil chhil ke andar ghus rahi thi. Camera ka red light, Adamath ka smirk, uski khud ki body ka betrayal, aur wo moment jab dard ne pleasure ki shakal le li thi.
“Main hi to gayi thi Dave ke paas… Pushpa ke liye… par wapas kya leke jaungi?”
Mirror ke saamne woh ab us Srivalli ko nahi dekh pa rahi thi jo Pushpa ke naam ki mang mein sindoor bharti thi. Ab woh bas ek figure thi—washed out, recorded, possessed.
Usne dressing table ke drawer se ek white robe nikala, wrap kiya… lekin woh kapda bhi uske guilt ko cover nahi kar sakta tha.
Uske phone pe ek message blink hua—Dave.

“Good job last night. Take the day off. We’ll talk in the evening.”

Srivalli ne phone side pe rakh diya… aankhon se ek aur aansu tapak gaya.
Aaj tak usne sirf apna tan diya tha. Aaj uska maan bhi toot gaya.


Srivalli dressing table se uthi, haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the. Uske pairon mein strength nahi thi, lekin usse pata tha—woh ab aur mirror mein apni aankhon ka sach nahi dekh sakti thi. Dheere-dheere woh bathroom ke taraf badhi, white robe uske around loosely tied, jaise uska apne upar se bharosa bhi dheere-dheere khulta ja raha ho.

Bathroom ka door band karke, usne saamne wall-mounted mirror ke neeche khud ko dekha. Usne apna robe halka sa side kiya… aur neeche dekha.
Uski chut ab puri tarah se stretched thi. Swollen. Red. Sensitive.
Woh woh jagah thi jo sirf ek pati ke naam se judi thi. Ab us jagah ka har kone Adamath ke fingerprints jaisa lag raha tha. Srivalli ki aankhon mein ek dum se paani bhar aaya, lekin ro nahi paayi. Uska gala ruk gaya tha.
“Woh ek jaanwar tha… aur main sirf ek body ban gayi thi…”
She whispered, staring down at herself. Har movement ab bhi sore tha. Har jagah us raat ki yaad likhi hui thi.


She turned on the shower.

Garam paani ke drops uske skin pe padte hi ek halki si jalan hone lagi. Jaise body bhi keh rahi ho — "Tu mujhe bhi saaf nahi kar sakti."
Lekin Srivalli ne paani ka pressure thoda aur badha diya. Woh poori tarah se bheeg gayi. Hair chipak gaya face se, aur usne apne haathon se apna jism rub karna start kiya. Collarbones, breasts, thighs, navel… sab jagah jaise woh uss raat ka nishaan hata rahi thi.
“Niklo mere andar se… sab kuch nikal do…” usne apne aap se kaha.
Uska hath neeche gaya, aur usne apni fingers se dheere se clean karna start kiya—lekin jahan touch karti, wahan yaad jalti thi. Adamath ka size, uske thrusts, uska lund ka har inch—sab kuch ab bhi andar mehsoos ho raha tha.
Srivalli ek kone mein baith gayi… water still pouring. Arms around her knees, forehead pressed to them. Pani ki dhaar uske shoulder pe girti rahi, lekin uska dil ab bhi sukha tha.
“Pushpa… kya tu kabhi mujhe waise dekh paayega jaise pehle dekhta tha?”
Koi jawab nahi tha. Bas silence.
Aur woh silence, usse sabse zyada dard de raha tha.



Subah ka waqt tha. Kaveri freshly ready ho rahi thi—simple blue kurti, neatly tied braid, bindi on forehead, and those shy innocent eyes jo uske sanskari upbringing ki sabse badi pehchaan thi. Pushpa ke ghar ki izzat, uske chhoti bhabhi, uske chacha ki beti… aur ab Pushpa ki responsibility.

Usne breakfast table pe aane se pehle apna phone check kiya, casually WhatsApp open kiya… aur tabhi ek unknown number se message aaya.
“You looked beautiful while sleeping.”
Kaveri ne confused ho kar message dekha, “Who is this?” reply kiya… lekin agla message ne uske haathon se phone gira diya.
Ek photo open hua—uski nude pic.
Woh so rahi thi, uske kapde dheere-dheere utare ja rahe the, photo mein clearly dikh raha tha ke kisi ne intentionally uski kurti khol di thi, inner pulled down, aur camera ne har angle se uske boobs, smooth bare skin, aur closed thighs ke beech ki intimate visibility tak sab capture kar liya tha.
Har photo ke saath short clips bhi the—unmei uska soft breathing, turned body, aur open sleeping pose dikh raha tha.
Kaveri ke haath kaanp gaye. Usne aankhen tightly band ki, lekin images uske dimaag mein flash hote rahe.
“Yeh… kab… kisne…?”
Neeche likha tha:
“Meet me tomorrow morning, behind your college. Come alone.”
Uska saans atak gaya. Woh pal mein gir gayi… chair par baithti hi rone lagi. Uska gala sookh gaya, chest mein tightness, aankhon mein sirf ek hi darr—agar yeh images viral ho gayi, toh?
“Mere papa… unka toh seedha heart fail ho jaayega…”
“Aur chacha Pushpa… unka naam, unka position, sab barbaad ho jayega.”
Woh turant apne boyfriend ko call karne lagi. 6 missed calls. No answer.
Uska dimaag freeze ho gaya. Yeh sab usi ke room mein hua tha.
Usse ab samajh aane laga tha… usne hi yeh sab kiya hai. Woh jisme sabse zyada trust karti thi… usne hi uske saath zindagi ka sabse ganda dhokha kiya.
“Main kis par bharosa karoon ab?” woh bas itna hi bol paayi, phone pakde-pakde rone lagi. Room mein sirf uske silent cries, fast heartbeat, aur shattered silence ghoonj raha tha.


Somewhere Else…
Jolly apne private lounge mein sofa pe aaram se baitha tha, haath mein whiskey ka glass, aur phone screen pe full brightness mein Kaveri ki nude images chal rahi thi.
Uska expression calm tha, lekin aankhon mein ek sick excitement tha.
Usne slow sip liya, aur smile kiya…
“Soon… she’ll be ready. My gift to dad, hand-delivered. Saaf, sanskari, aur ab meri.”
Usne assistant ko text kiya:
“Final prep for Kaveri: tracking on. If she tries to run, stop her. But don’t touch. She’s mine to deliver.”
Room mein soft jazz baj raha tha… lekin Jolly ka dimaag sirf ek cheez soch raha tha—
Kaveri Sharma: from a virgin girl-next-door… to CM’s birthday surprise.

[Joker44]

Kaveri ka poora shareer kaanp raha tha. Aankhon se aansu rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the. Uska dimag sunn ho chuka tha—kya kare, kisse kahe, kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha. Papa ko batati toh unhe heart attack aa jaata. Amma ko batati toh woh bhi toot jaati. Aur Pushpa mama toh jail mein the, unhe kaise batati?

Usse yaad aaya, pichle kuch dino se Jolly bhaiya hi the jo ghar mein sabse zyada dikh rahe the. Pushpa mama ke case ke liye wahi sab kuch handle kar rahe the, Srivalli mami ke baare mein bhi unhone hi bataya tha. Kaveri ke innocent dimaag mein ek pal ke liye bhi yeh khayal nahi aaya ki Jolly bhaiya ka is sab mein koi haath ho sakta hai. Usse laga, shayad woh hi uski madad kar sakte hain. Majboori aur desperation mein usne apne kaanpte haathon se Jolly ka number dial kiya.
Ek ring, do ring… phir Jolly ne phone uthaya. Uski awaaz mein wahi calm aur confident tone tha jo Kaveri ne pehle bhi suna tha.
"Haan Kaveri, sab theek hai? Itni subah phone kiya?"
Kaveri ki awaaz gale mein hi atak gayi. Usne koshish ki, lekin sirf siskariyan nikal payi.
"Jolly bhaiya… woh… woh main…"
Jolly ne phone pe Kaveri ki haalat samajh li. Uske chehre par ek slow, twisted smile aayi—uska plan kaam kar raha tha.
"Kya hua Kaveri? Tum ro kyun rahi ho? Relax, batao kya hua?" usne aur zyada caring tone mein poocha, jaise sach mein uski fikar ho.
Kaveri ne himmat juta kar, toote-toote shabdon mein sab kuch bata diya—kaise usko anjaan number se messages aaye, uski nangi tasveerein bheji gayi, aur phir usko college ke peeche bulaya gaya. Usne Ravi ka bhi zikr kiya, ki woh call nahi utha raha tha.
"Meri… meri nangi tasveerein… Jolly bhaiya… woh… main kya karoon? Papa ko pata chalega toh woh mar jayenge… Pushpa mama toh jail mein hain… mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha hai…" Kaveri ki awaaz ab poori tarah se toot chuki thi.
Jolly phone par sab sun raha tha, uske chehre par satisfaction ka bhav tha. Usne Kaveri ko beech mein roka, ek dum se serious aur thoda strict tone mein bola, "Kaveri! Chup ho jao! Rona band karo. Yeh rone ka waqt nahi hai. Ab dhyan se meri baat suno."
Kaveri uski awaaz sunkar thoda shaant hui, usse laga ki koi toh hai jo uski madad karega.
"Dekho Kaveri, ghabrane se kuch nahi hoga. Yeh bahut serious matter hai, aur humein isse bahut carefully handle karna hoga. Sabse pehle, tum apne papa aur amma ko kuch nahi bataogi. Unhe yeh pata chalega toh unki izzat mitti mein mil jayegi, aur Pushpa bhai ki bhi badnami hogi. Samajh gayi?"
Kaveri ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya, uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha.
"Dusri baat, yeh Ravi, tumhara boyfriend—mujhe lagta hai iska hi haath hai is sab mein. Tum abhi usse koi contact nahi karogi. Main usko dekh lunga." Jolly ne Ravi ka naam lete hi Kaveri ke chehre par halki si hope dekhi—usse laga Jolly uske liye kuch karega.
"Aur teesri baat," Jolly ne apni awaaz aur dheere ki, usme ek commanding tone aa gaya, "Jaisa tumhe us message mein kaha gaya hai, theek waisa hi karo. Tum kal subah college ke peeche jaogi. Lekin, tum akele nahi hogi. Main bhi wahin aas-paas rahunga. Jaise hi koi tumhe tang karne ki koshish karega, main turant action lunga. Hum unhe range haathon pakdenge."
Kaveri sunkar thoda darr gayi, "Lekin Jolly bhaiya, agar woh mujhe… agar woh kuch aur karne ko kahe toh?"
Jolly ne ek lambi saans li, "Dekho Kaveri, kabhi kabhi bade problems solve karne ke liye, humein thoda risk lena padta hai. Tum bas wahan jaogi, aur unki baat sunogi. Jaise hi kuch galat lage, tum bas ek signal dogi, aur main wahan aa jaunga. Main tumhe promise karta hoon, tumhari izzat par koi aanch nahi aayegi. Aur un logon ko main aisi saza dunga ki woh yaad rakhenge."
Usne thoda pause liya, "Lekin iske liye Kaveri, tumhe meri har baat manni padegi. Koi bhi galti nahi, koi bhi shaq nahi. Mujh par bharosa hai na?"
Kaveri ke paas koi aur option nahi tha. Uska dimag poori tarah se Jolly ki baaton mein phas chuka tha. Usse laga Jolly hi uska akela sahara hai. Usne dheere se bola, "Haan Jolly bhaiya… mujhe aap par bharosa hai. Main waisa hi karungi jaisa aap kahenge."
Jolly ke chehre par ek chhalakta hua muskaan aaya. Usne phone kaata, aur uske dimaag mein ab Rudra Reddy ka birthday plan aur bhi clear ho chuka tha.
"Perfect. Ab yeh ladki poori tarah mere control mein hai," usne socha, aur apni whiskey ka glass utha kar ek sip liya.
Kaveri ne phone rakh diya, lekin uske dil ki dhadkan ab bhi tez thi. Anjaan darr abhi bhi tha, lekin Jolly ki baaton se usse thodi himmat mili thi. Usse lag raha tha ki koi toh hai jo uski mushkil mein uske saath khada hai. Lekin usse kya pata tha, jisse woh apna saviour samajh rahi thi, wahi uske saare dukhon ki jad tha. Uski masoomiyat ab Jolly ke bade game ka hissa ban chuki thi.



Subah hui, Kaveri ke liye woh subah kisi qayamat se kam nahi thi. Raat bhar woh so nahi paayi thi, aankhon ke neeche kaale ghere pad gaye the, aur uska chehra darr se peela pad gaya tha. Mann mein hazaaron sawaal the, lekin Jolly bhaiya ki baaton par bharosa karke, usne tayaari ki. Usne wahi simple blue kurti pehni, hair ko theek se baandha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Lekin uske andar ka darr uske har kadam mein jhalak raha tha.

College ke peeche woh theek waqt par pahunch gayi. Uska dil zoron se dhadak raha tha, aur uski aankhen Jolly ko dhoondh rahi thi. Magar Jolly kahin dikha nahi. Ek pal ke liye usse laga, Jolly bhaiya ne usse jhooth bola. Tabhi, ek black tinted Scorpio uske paas aakar ruki. Uske andar se do bade-bade aadmi nikle, chehre par koi bhaav nahi tha. Unhone Kaveri ko dekha, aur bina kuch bole, usse gaadi mein baithne ka ishaara kiya.
Kaveri ne ghabra kar peeche dekha, Jolly ko dhoondhne ki aakhri koshish ki, lekin koi nahi tha. Uske paas mana karne ki himmat nahi thi. Uske dimaag mein Jolly ki baat goonj rahi thi, "Jaisa tumhe kaha gaya hai, theek waisa hi karo." Darr ke maare usne gaadi mein kadam rakha. Gaadi ke andar bhi do aur aadmi baithe the. Sabhi chup the, aur gaadi tezi se aage badh chali.
Kaveri ne poochne ki koshish ki, "Hum kahan ja rahe hain? Jolly bhaiya kahan hain?"
Lekin kisi ne koi jawab nahi diya. Gaadi kaanch se bahar ka nazara bhi theek se dikha nahi raha tha. Usse laga jaise woh kisi gehre kuen mein girti ja rahi ho. Raasta lamba tha, aur har guzarne wale pal ke saath Kaveri ka darr badhta ja raha tha. Uski aankhon se chup-chap aansu nikal rahe the.
Kuch der baad, gaadi ek bade, shandaar villa ke saamne ruki. Villa bahut posh area mein tha, chaaron taraf badi-badi deewarein aur gate the. Aadmiyon ne gaadi se utarkar Kaveri ko andar aane ka ishaara kiya. Uska dil baith sa gaya. Yeh jagah waisi bilkul nahi thi jaisa usne socha tha. Usse laga tha, college ke peeche un logon ko pakda jayega, lekin yahan toh usse khud kisi anjaan jagah laya gaya tha.
Aadmiyon ne usse villa ke andar ek bade se kamre mein chhoda. Kamra bahut luxurios tha, lekin Kaveri ko usmein ghutan mehsoos ho rahi thi. Deewarein, furniture, sab kuch usse ghoor raha tha. Aadmiyon ne door band kar diya, aur Kaveri us kamre mein akeli reh gayi.
Usne darwaze par haath maara, "Hello! Koi hai? Mujhe kahan le aaye ho? Mujhe ghar jaana hai!" Lekin koi jawab nahi aaya. Uske dimaag mein ab Jolly ki baatein shaq paida karne lagi thi. Kya usne sach mein Jolly par bharosa karke galti kar di thi?
Woh kamre ke beech mein khadi thi, kaanpte hue. Har aahat par uska dil uchal jaata. Use nahi pata tha ki uske saath ab kya hoga. Shayad uski tasveerein wahi log banayenge jinhone bheji thi. Uska darr itna badh gaya tha ki usse saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha.
Kuch der baad, us kamre ka door dheere se khula. Kaveri ne darr se aankhen band kar li, usse laga ab woh log aayenge. Lekin jab usne aankhen kholi, toh uske saamne Jolly khada tha.
Jolly ka chehra bilkul shaant tha, uske lips par ek halki si muskaan thi—wohi muskaan jo usne pehle Kaveri ko tasalli dete waqt di thi. Lekin aaj us muskaan mein kuch aur hi tha. Kaveri ko dekh kar Jolly ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb chamak thi, ek jeet ka ehsaas.
Kaveri usse dekhte hi bhaag kar uske paas gayi, "Jolly bhaiya! Aap kahan the? Mujhe yeh log kahan le aaye? Mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai!" Usne Jolly ka haath pakad liya, usse laga jaise woh bacch gayi ho.
Jolly ne uske haath ko dheere se thapthapaya, "Relax Kaveri. Sab theek hai. Main yahi hun. Tum safe ho. Yeh sab mere hi aadmi the."
Kaveri ne hairani se uski taraf dekha, "Aapke aadmi? Matlab… aapko pata tha?"
Jolly ne ek lambi saans li, aur uske chehre se woh nakli muskaan ab dheere-dheere gayab ho rahi thi. Uske badle, ek cold, calculating look uski aankhon mein aa gaya. "Haan Kaveri. Mujhe sab pata tha. Yeh sab mera hi plan tha."
Kaveri ko laga jaise uske pairo tale zameen khisak gayi ho. Uska darr ab hazaron guna badh chuka tha. Jis par usne sabse zyada bharosa kiya tha, wahi uske dushman nikla. Uske dil mein ek dard utha—Ravi, uski tasveerein, sab kuch Jolly ne hi kiya tha.
"Aap… aapne… kyun…?" Kaveri ke mooh se bas itna hi nikal paya.
Jolly ne uske chehre par apna haath rakha, aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, "Tumhe jaldi hi pata chal jayega Kaveri. Tum bahut special ho. Aur special logon ke liye special plans hote hain." Uski awaaz mein ab koi softness nahi thi, sirf control aur power thi.
Kaveri uske haath ke neeche thar-thar kaanp rahi thi. Usse laga jaise uski saari duniya ek pal mein ujad chuki ho.



Jolly ne Kaveri ko apne saamne waali sofa par baithaya. Uska haath ab bhi Kaveri ke chehre par tha, lekin ab uski pakad aur zyada mazboot ho gayi thi. Kaveri kaanp rahi thi, uski aankhon mein darr, bewafai aur helplessness saaf jhalak raha tha. Usse samajh nahi aa raha tha ki ab kya hoga, aur woh kaise is mushkil se niklegi.

Jolly ne dheere se apna haath Kaveri ke chehre se hataya, aur uski aankhon mein seedha dekhte hue bola, "Dekho Kaveri, tum bahut masoom ho. Tumhe lagta hai ki duniya bahut simple hai. Lekin yahan har cheez ke peeche ek price hota hai. Aur ab tumhari bari hai woh price chukane ki."
Kaveri ne apni awaaz mein himmat juta kar kaha, "Kaisa price, Jolly bhaiya? Aap kya keh rahe hain? Aapne aisa kyun kiya mere saath? Ravi… usne…?"
Jolly hansa, ek thandi, berehem hansi. "Ravi? Oh, woh toh bas ek chhota sa pyada tha mere game mein. Usne wahi kiya jo use kaha gaya tha. Aur tumhari tasveerein… woh toh bas ek shuruaat thi. Asli game toh ab shuru hoga."
Kaveri ke dil mein ek zor ka jhatka laga. Usse laga jaise uska saara shareer shunya ho gaya ho. "Game? Kaisa game? Jolly bhaiya, please… aisa mat karo mere saath. Main Pushpa mama ki bhanji hoon. Meri izzat… meri family…"
Jolly ne uski baat kaati, "Pushpa? Hahaha! Pushpa toh jail mein hai, aur woh wahan se kuch nahi kar sakta. Aur Srivalli? Uski haalat toh tumne dekhi hi hai. Uski toh ab rooh bhi meri ghulam ban chuki hai. Tum nahi chahti na ki tumhare saath bhi wahi ho?"
Kaveri ki aankhen badi ho gayi. Srivalli mami ki haalat ke baare mein soch kar uske roongte khade ho gaye. Uski innocent aankhon mein ab darr aur bhi gehra ho chuka tha. Usse samajh aa gaya tha ki Jolly kya kehna chahta hai.
Jolly ne apna ek haath Kaveri ke ghutne par rakha, aur dheere se uski kurti ke upar se sehlaane laga. Kaveri ne jhatke se apna pair peeche kheenchne ki koshish ki, lekin Jolly ne uske ghutne ko mazbooti se pakad liya.
"Dekho Kaveri," Jolly ne apni awaaz aur dheere ki, usme ek dhamki chupi hui thi, "Tumhe wahi karna hoga jo main kahunga. Agar tumne meri baat maani, toh tum zinda rahogi, tumhari family safe rahegi, aur tumhari izzat bhi bachi rahegi… filhaal ke liye. Warna, tumhari tasveerein toh bas shuruaat hain. Main poori duniya ko dikha dunga ki Pushpa ki bhanji kitni 'sanskaari' hai. Tumhari family ki badnami hogi, tumhare papa ko sach mein heart attack aa jayega. Aur rahi baat tumhari, toh tumhari haalat Srivalli se bhi badtar kar dunga. Tum bhi Pushpa aur Srivalli ki tarah meri ghulam ban jaogi."
Kaveri ke gale mein aansu atak gaye. Usne apna sir hilaya, "Nahi… please… aisa mat karo… main kuch nahi karungi… main jo kahoge…"
Jolly ne uski awaaz ko unsuna karte hue bola, "Tumhare paas do raste hain, Kaveri. Ya toh meri baat maano, aur thoda sa dukh seh lo, lekin tumhari family aur tumhari 'izzat' bach jayegi. Ya phir, zid karo, aur sab kuch kho do. Faisla tumhara hai."
Kaveri ki aankhon se behte aansuon ne uske chehre ko poora bhigo diya tha. Uske dil mein ek taraf apmaan ka dard tha, aur doosri taraf apni family ko khone ka darr. Uske paas koi option nahi tha. Usne us bade se kamre mein khud ko akela paya, jahan uski awaaz sunne wala koi nahi tha. Uske andar ki masoomiyat, uska bachpana, sab kuch ek pal mein Jolly ki baaton se toot chuka tha.
Usne apna sir jhuka liya, uske kandhe zor-zor se hil rahe the. Uski awaaz siskariyon mein badal chuki thi, aur uske lips se bas itna hi nikal paya, "Theek hai… Jolly bhaiya… main… main wahi karungi… jo aap kahoge…"
Jolly ke chehre par ek jeet ki muskaan aayi. Usne Kaveri ke ghutne par apni pakad aur mazboot ki, aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, "Achchi ladki. Mujhe pata tha tum samajhdaar ho. Ab chalo, taiyaar ho jao. Aaj raat ek bahut khaas party hai. Aur tum wahan ki 'special guest' banogi."
Kaveri ne himmat nahi ki Jolly ki aankhon mein dekhne ki. Uska dil darr aur sharm se bhara hua tha. Usse laga jaise uski zindagi ab Jolly ke haathon mein ek kathputli ban chuki thi. Uska har sapna, har khushi, sab kuch ek pal mein chhin gaya tha.


Jolly ke logon ne Kaveri ko us kamre se nikal kar ek doosre kamre mein le gaye. Yeh kamra usse bhi zyada shandaar tha, lekin Kaveri ke liye ab har shandaar cheez darr ka prateek ban chuki thi. Uske andar ghuste hi, uski nazar bed par padi, jahan ek dress rakhi hui thi. Usne dekha, woh dress ek gehre maroon rang ki thi, chamakte hue fabric se bani. Yeh ek Indian style ka gown tha, sleeveless aur deep V-neckline ke saath. Us par intricate golden embroidery thi jo uske curves ko highlight karne ke liye design ki gayi thi. Dress ke saath matching earrings aur ek delicate maang tikka bhi tha.

Kaveri ne us dress ko dekha, aur uski aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye. Usse samajh aa gaya tha ki yeh dress kis maqsad se uske liye chuni gayi hai. Yeh uski masoomiyat ka aakhri parda tha, jise utaarne ki taiyaari ho rahi thi. Usse yaad aaya, usne kabhi aisi dress nahi pehni thi. Uske sanskari upbringing mein aise kapde pehenna paap maana jaata tha.
Jolly ki ek aadmi ne usse nahaane ka ishaara kiya, aur phir dress pehenne ko kaha. Kaveri ke paas mana karne ki himmat nahi thi. Woh dheere-dheere bathroom mein chali gayi, aur garam paani ke neeche khade hokar rone lagi. Har boond paani uske jism se zyada uski rooh ko saaf karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin usse pata tha ki ab kuch bhi pehle jaisa nahi ho sakta.
Nahaane ke baad, kaanpte haathon se usne woh dress uthai. Jaise hi usne use pehna, fabric uske jism se chipak gaya. Sleeveless hone ke kaaran uske smooth shoulders aur toned arms expose ho gaye the. Deep V-neckline se uske breasts ka cleavage saaf dikh raha tha, jo uske liye sharmindagi ka sabab ban raha tha. Golden embroidery uske slim waist aur hips par jhoom rahi thi, uski har curve ko define kar rahi thi. Dress ki lambai uske ghutno se thodi neeche thi, aur usme ek side slit tha jo uske lambe pairo ki jhalak de raha tha.
Jab usne mirror mein khud ko dekha, toh uski aankhen phati ki phati reh gayi. Yeh woh Kaveri nahi thi jise woh jaanti thi. Uska chehra ab bhi darr se bhara tha, lekin is dress mein woh ek alag hi roop mein nazar aa rahi thi—seductive, bold, aur behad khoobsurat. Uske lambe, ghane baal khule hue the, aur makeup artist ne uske aankhon ko gehre kajal aur eyeliner se highlight kiya tha, aur uske lips par ek dark pink lipstick lagai thi. Woh aaj ek desi beauty queen lag rahi thi, jo kisi bhi mard ka dil chura sakti thi.
Uske chehre par woh masoomiyat ab bhi thi, lekin usmein ek anjaan sa nasha bhi ghul gaya tha. Uska har ang, uski har harkat ab CM Rudra Reddy ke birthday gift ke liye taiyaar ho chuki thi. Woh aaj Jolly ka masterpiece thi, jise woh apne "Baaz" CM ko pesh karne wala tha. Kaveri apne aap ko pehchan nahi pa rahi thi. Uske andar ka darr, uski sharm, aur uski helplessness uske is naye roop ke peeche chupi hui thi. Woh bas khadi rahi, us kamre ke beech mein, ek zinda gudiya ki tarah, jise ab kisi aur ke hathon se sajaya gaya tha.



Kaveri apne naye avatar mein, us bade se kamre ke darwaze par khadi thi. Uska dil darr aur sharm se kaanp raha tha. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin woh unhe rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Usse pata tha ki ab rone ka koi faayda nahi. Tabhi, darwaza khula aur saamne Jolly khada tha.

Jolly ne Kaveri ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan thi, ek shikaari ki muskaan jo apne shikar ko dekh kar khush hota hai. Usne dheere se Kaveri ke paas aakar uske chin ko pakda aur halka sa upar uthaya.
"Perfect," Jolly ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek thandi jeet thi. "Bilkul waisa hi jaisa maine socha tha. Tum toh aaj mere papa ke liye sabse khoobsurat gift ho, Kaveri. Waah!" Usne Kaveri ke gaal par halka sa thappad maara, jo pyar se zyada possession dikha raha tha.
Kaveri uske is touch se sehmi, lekin kuch keh nahi paayi. Uska gala sookh gaya tha. Usse laga jaise woh sach mein koi cheez hai, koi insaan nahi.
Jolly ne use ek taraf ishara karte hue kaha, "Chalo. Ab tumhare gift wrapping ka time ho gaya hai."
Usne Kaveri ko ek lambe corridor se hote hue ek bade se suite mein bheja. Yeh suite bhi bahut shandaar tha, lekin ismein Kaveri ko apni qaid ka ehsaas aur zyada gehra ho gaya. Suite ke andar ek chhota sa dressing area tha, jahan ek bada sa box rakha hua tha. Box khoobsurat golden paper se wrap kiya gaya tha, aur us par ek bada sa red ribbon laga hua tha. Kaveri ne us box ko dekha, aur usse laga jaise uski saari zindagi us box mein qaid hone wali hai.
Jolly ne us box ki taraf ishaara karte hue kaha, "Yeh tumhare liye hai. Iske andar jao, aur wait karo. Jab main bulaunga, tab bahar aana." Uski awaaz mein ab koi softness nahi thi, sirf ek raseela ahankaar tha.
Kaveri ne ghabra kar us box ko dekha. Usse laga jaise woh kisi maut ke kuye mein ja rahi ho. Lekin uske paas koi aur option nahi tha. Uski aankhon mein aansu the, par ab woh chup-chap box ke andar chali gayi. Box andar se spacious tha, lekin Kaveri ko usmein ghutan mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi thi.
Jaise hi woh box ke andar gayi, Jolly ne use band kar diya. Kaveri ko laga jaise uski duniya andhere mein doob gayi ho. Usne box ke andar se bahar sunne ki koshish ki. Thodi der mein use suite ke darwaze ke bahar logon ke aane ki awaaz sunayi dene lagi. Baahar party shuru ho chuki thi. Zor-zor se music baj raha tha, logon ke hansne aur baat karne ki awaazein aa rahi thi.
Kaveri ko laga jaise woh ek poori alag duniya mein hai. Bahar log khushiyan mana rahe the, aur woh yahan is box mein qaid thi, darr aur apmaan se bhari hui. Uska dil zoron se dhadak raha tha. Usse pata tha ki yeh party CM Rudra Reddy ke birthday ki party hai, aur woh aaj us party ka 'gift' ban chuki hai.
Usne box ke andar hi apne haathon se apne aap ko jakad liya. Uska poora shareer kaanp raha tha. Usse laga jaise uski rooh bhi uske jism se nikal kar kahin bhaag jaana chahti ho. Uske dimaag mein ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha, "Main kaise niklungi yahan se? Meri madad kaun karega?" Lekin jawab mein sirf party ka shor aur uski apni siskiyan thi. Usse pata tha ki uski zindagi ab Jolly aur uske Baaz ke haathon mein hai.



Party ka shor dheere-dheere kam hota gaya. Music ki awaazein dheemi padne lagi, aur logon ke hansne ki awaaz bhi ab door se aa rahi thi. Kaveri us box ke andar baithi, har pal ko ginte hue. Uska darr badhta ja raha tha. Ab usse sirf apne dil ki dhadkan aur apni saanson ki awaaz sunayi de rahi thi. Jab sab kuch bilkul shaant ho gaya, toh Kaveri ko laga jaise uski jaan mein jaan aayi ho, lekin agle hi pal usse realize hua ki ab asli khel shuru hoga.

Thodi der baad, us suite ka darwaza khula. Kaveri ne box ke andar se mehsoos kiya ki koi andar aaya hai. Uske kadmon ki awaaz dheere-dheere box ke kareeb aa rahi thi. Kaveri ne apni saans rok li. Uska poora shareer kaanp raha tha. Usse laga jaise uska dil abhi uski chhaati se bahar nikal jayega.
Ek pal ka intezaar, aur phir, box ka dhakkan dheere se khula. Halki roshni Kaveri ki aankhon mein padi. Usne dheere se apni palkein uthai. Uske saamne CM Rudra Reddy khade the. Unke chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan thi—ek shikaari ki muskaan jo apne naye shikar ko dekh kar santusht ho raha ho. Unki aankhon mein buri neeyat saaf dikh rahi thi.
Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske chehre par khushi aur hawas ka mishran tha. Kaveri uske saamne theek waisi hi thi jaisa Jolly ne uske liye taiyaar kiya tha—ek khoobsurat, masoom, lekin ab majboor gift.
"Toh yeh hai woh special gift," Rudra Reddy ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek raseela ahankaar tha. "Jolly ne toh kamaal kar diya. Bilkul waisi hi jaisi tasveeron mein dikhti thi, balki usse bhi zyada khoobsurat."
Kaveri box ke andar hi baithi rahi, uski aankhen Rudra Reddy par tiki hui thi. Uska chehra darr se safed pad gaya tha. Usne Rudra Reddy ki aankhon mein dekha, aur usse laga jaise woh khud ko ek gehre kuen mein girti hui dekh rahi ho. Uski masoomiyat ab khatre mein thi, aur uske paas bhagne ka koi rasta nahi tha.
Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ki taraf apna haath badhaya, aur uski chin ko pakad kar halka sa upar uthaya. Kaveri uske touch se sehmi, lekin woh kuch keh nahi paayi. Uska gala sookh gaya tha. Usse laga jaise uski rooh bhi uske jism se nikal kar kahin bhaag jaana chahti ho.
"Bahut intzaar kiya hai maine is pal ka," Rudra Reddy ne dheere se kaha, uski aankhon mein buri neeyat saaf dikh rahi thi. "Ab tum meri ho, Kaveri."
Kaveri ki aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye. Usne Rudra Reddy ko dekha, uski aankhon mein ek sawaal tha, "Ab aage kya?" Lekin usse pata tha ki is sawaal ka jawab uski zindagi badal dega. Woh bas intezaar kar rahi thi, agle pal ki, jab uski masoomiyat ka aakhri parda bhi utar jayega. Uska darr, uski sharam, aur uski helplessness uske is naye roop ke peeche chupi hui thi. Woh bas khadi rahi, us kamre ke beech mein, ek zinda gudiya ki tarah, jise ab kisi aur ke hathon se sajaya gaya tha.


Rudra Reddy ne dheere se Kaveri ka haath pakda, uski ungliyon ko apni ungliyon mein phansaya, aur use box se bahar nheencha. Kaveri ke kadam ladkhada gaye, aur woh seedhi Rudra Reddy ki baahon mein aa giri. Uski sleeveless V-neck blouse se uske cleavage ka halka sa hissa dikh raha tha, jo Rudra Reddy ki aankhon mein chamak laaya. Kaveri darr ke maare uski chhaati se chipak gayi, uska dil zoron se dhadak raha tha. Usse laga jaise woh kisi aag ke gole mein sama rahi ho.

Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ko apni baahon mein kas liya, uske jism ki garmi ko mehsoos karte hue. Usne ek gehri saans li, Kaveri ke baalon mein apna chehra chhupate hue uski khushboo ko apni saanson mein bhara. Kaveri ne jo perfume lagaya tha, woh uski masoomiyat aur taazgi ka ehsaas dila raha tha, aur Rudra Reddy ke andar ki hawas ko aur zyada bhadka raha tha.
"Mmmh," Rudra Reddy ne ek gehri awaaz mein kaha, uski aankhen band thi. "Kya khushboo hai. Bilkul taazi kali jaisi." Usne Kaveri ke mathe par ek halka sa kiss kiya, jo pyar se zyada possession dikha raha tha.
Phir Rudra Reddy dheere se kamre ke beech mein rakhi ek badi si leather chair par baith gaya, aur Kaveri uski god mein thi. Kaveri ne Rudra Reddy ki aankhon mein dekha, uski aankhon mein darr aur sharm saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne Rudra Reddy ki chhaati par apne haath rakhe, usse door dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin uske haathon mein taaqat nahi thi.
Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ki kamar par apna haath rakha, aur usse apni taraf aur zyada kheench liya. Kaveri ka chehra ab Rudra Reddy ke bilkul kareeb tha. Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ke chehre ko dekha, uski masoom aankhon ko, uske gulabi honthon ko. Uske andar ki hawas ab control se bahar ho rahi thi.
"Tum nahi jaanti Kaveri," Rudra Reddy ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek madak nasha tha. "Tum kitni khoobsurat ho. Tum toh ek haseen sapne jaisi ho, jise main ab haqeeqat banana chahta hoon."
Usne apna ek haath Kaveri ke gaal par rakha, aur uske hothon ko dheere se sehlaaya. Kaveri ne apni saans rok li. Uski aankhen band ho gayi. Usse laga jaise uski saari duniya ek pal mein ruk gayi ho. Uske andar ka darr ab itna badh gaya tha ki usse laga jaise woh behosh ho jayegi.
Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ke hothon par jhuk kar ek lamba, gehra kiss kiya. Kaveri ne resist karne ki koshish ki, apne sir ko doosri taraf ghumaana chaha, lekin Rudra Reddy ne uske chehre ko mazbooti se pakad liya tha. Uska kiss zabardasti tha, aur Kaveri ko laga jaise uske saare sapne us kiss ke neeche kuchal rahe the.
Kiss ke dauraan, Rudra Reddy ka haath Kaveri ki kamar se hote hue uski peeth par gaya, aur phir dheere-dheere uske sleeveless blouse ke andar ghus gaya. Kaveri ke roongte khade ho gaye. Usne apne daanton se apne honthon ko kaata, lekin dard mein bhi uski awaaz nahi nikli.
Rudra Reddy ne kiss ko toda, aur Kaveri ke kaan ke paas aakar dheere se fusfusaya, "Ab se, tum sirf meri ho, Kaveri. Meri har khwahish ko poora karogi."
Kaveri ki aankhon se aansu behne lage. Usne Rudra Reddy ko dekha, uski aankhon mein ab sirf helplessness thi. Usse laga jaise uski zindagi ab Rudra Reddy ke haathon mein ek kathputli ban chuki thi, aur uske paas is khel se nikalne ka koi rasta nahi tha. Woh bas uski god mein baithi rahi, darr, sharm aur apmaan se bhari hui.





Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ko apni god se uthaya aur dheere se bed ki taraf le gaya. Kaveri ka shareer kaanp raha tha, uski aankhon mein aansu the, lekin woh ab resist karne ki himmat kho chuki thi. Rudra ne usse naram bed par lita diya. Kaveri ke dono haath darr ke maare apne aap hi upar ki taraf chale gaye, uske sir ke paas, jis se uski sleeveless blouse mein se uski chikni aur sexy armpits poori tarah expose ho gayi. Uska yeh pose, Rudra Reddy ke liye ek ajeeb sa nasha ban gaya.

Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ke upar jhuka, uski aankhon mein dekha jo ab darr aur sharm se band hone wali thi. Usne dheere se Kaveri ke dono haathon ko pakad kar bed par upar ki taraf pin kar diya. Ab Kaveri poori tarah se uski qaid mein thi, uski armpits Rudra Reddy ke saamne poori tarah se expose thi.
"Ahhh…," Rudra Reddy ne ek gehri saans li, uski aankhon mein hawas chamak rahi thi. Usne apna chehra Kaveri ki armpits ke paas laya, aur dheere se apni jeeb nikal kar uski mulayam skin par laga di. Rudra ne ek kutte ki tarah chaatna shuru kiya, upar se neeche tak, gol-gol ghumate hue, jaise woh koi swadisht cheez kha raha ho. Kaveri ka shareer is anjaan touch se buri tarah se kaanp gaya. Uske roongte khade ho gaye, aur uske munh se ek halki si siskari nikal gayi, "Mmmhh..."
Rudra uski armpits ko chaat-chaat kar geela kar raha tha, aur Kaveri bechaini se machal rahi thi. Usse laga jaise woh kisi gandi naali mein gir gayi ho. Uska dimag usse cheekh raha tha, lekin uska shareer Rudra ke control mein tha.
Kuch der tak uski armpits ko chaatne ke baad, Rudra ne apna chehra upar uthaya. Uski aankhon mein ab aur zyada hawas thi. Usne Kaveri ke chehre ko apne haathon mein liya, aur uske hothon par apna muh laga diya. Rudra ne ek gehra aur lamba French kiss shuru kiya. Uski jeeb Kaveri ke muh ke andar ghus gayi, uski zubaan ko explore karne lagi, har kone ko chaatne lagi. Kaveri ne resist karne ki koshish ki, apne hothon ko band karna chaha, lekin Rudra ki pakad itni mazboot thi ki woh kuch nahi kar paayi.
"Mmmhh… Ahhh…" Kaveri ke munh se dabi hui awaazein nikal rahi thi, Rudra ke kiss ke beech mein dabti hui. Uski aankhon se aansu beh rahe the, jo uske gaalon ko geela kar rahe the. Rudra uske muh ke andar se Kaveri ka "sweet taste" mehsoos kar raha tha, jise woh aur zyada absorb karna chahta tha. Uske andar ki hawas ab control se bahar ho chuki thi. Uska har touch, har kiss, Kaveri ko aur zyada tod raha tha. Kaveri ko laga jaise uski saari masoomiyat, uski saari izzat, Rudra ke is gande khel mein khatam ho rahi thi.






Rudra ne Kaveri ko uthaya aur aaram se bed par le jaakar rakh diya. Uske dono haath abhi bhi upar ki taraf the, Rudra ne dheere se uske kalaiyon ko pakad kar rakha. Is position mein Kaveri ki sexy armpits (bagal) saaf dikh rahi thi.

Rudra ki nazar seedhe un armpits par padi aur use woh bahut pasand aayi. Uski saanson ki raftaar tez ho gayi. Usne aage jhukkar apni jeebh nikali aur Kaveri ki bagal mein chattna shuru kiya.
Woh pure shiddat se, jaise bhuka kutta chat-chatakar khaata hai, vaise hi uski bagal ko chaatne laga. Kaveri dard se nahi, par us gandi harkat aur bebas hone ke ehsaas se machal rahi thi. Uske sharir mein tez sirohan daud gayi.
Jab Rudra bagal se hatt gaya, toh usne apna muh seedhe Kaveri ke muh par laga diya aur ek gehra, zordaar french kiss karne laga. Kaveri protest nahi kar paayi. Rudra tezi se uske labon ko chusta raha. Uski jeebh andar ghus gayi aur uske muh mein Kaveri ka meetha aur naram ehsaas bharam gaya. Rudra ko woh sweet taste bohot pasand aaya aur usne Kaveri ko aur zor se jakad liya.



Rudra ko Kaveri ka machalna aur tadapna dekh kar behad maza aa raha tha. Woh uski halat ko poori tarah se enjoy kar raha tha.

Rudra ne apni pakad dheeli kiye bina hi, Kaveri ke top ke saare buttons tezi se khol diye.
Top ke khulte hi, Kaveri ki chhati ke beech ka hissa cleavage saaf dikhne laga. Uski chhati soft curves ab saamne the.
Yeh nazaara dekh kar Rudra ki aankhon mein ek shaitaani chamak aa gayi. Usne apna chehra jhukaya aur seedha Kaveri ke cleavage mein garda (sir) daal diya.
Usne apni naak se us naram jagah ki gehri khushboo li. Us jagah ki gehraai aur softness Rudra ko chhoo gayi. Usne wahin sir rakh kar us naram ehsaas ko aur zyada der tak mehsoos kiya**,** jaise woh uska naya takiya ho. Kaveri saans bhi theek se nahi le paa rahi thi.

[Joker44]

Rudra ne bina kisi der ke, Kaveri ke sharir se top ko poora alag kar diya.

Ab Kaveri sirf bra mein thi. Bra ki dori aur kapde se dhaki uski chhati Rudra ke saamne thi. Rudra ko yeh nazaara dekh kar aur zyada maza aaya.
Usne apne bade haathon se bra ke upar se hi Kaveri ke boobs ko zor se dabana shuru kar diya. Kaveri ko takleef ho rahi thi, par Rudra apni harkat band nahi kar raha tha.
Iss apmaan aur dard ke beech, Kaveri ki aankhon se garam aansoo behe nikle aur takiye mein ghul gaye. Uska rona dabe hue siskiyon mein badal gaya.
In sab ke bawajood, Rudra ki jeebh ab bhi Kaveri ke muh ke andar thi, uske saanson ko block karte hue uske swaad ko mehsoos kar rahi thi. Rudra hamesha uske muh ko apne control mein rakh raha tha.



Rudra ne ab apne haath thode neeche kiye aur dheere se Kaveri ki frock ki zip kholi. Usne ek jhatke mein frock ko Kaveri ke sharir se alag kiya** aur** bed se hatake door phenk diya.

Ab Kaveri poori tarah se nangi thi, sirf ek chhoti si panty uske ang ko dhak rahi thi. Rudra ki aankhon mein shikar milne ki bhookh aur tez ho gayi thi.
Usne apna ek bada haath Kaveri ke panty ke upar rakha aur dheere dheere uski choot  ko masalna shuru kar diya. Panty ke patle kapde se bhi uski garmi Rudra ko mehsoos ho rahi thi. Rudra ko Kaveri jaisi taazi aur kunwari choot milne ki behad khushi thi. Uske chehre par santushti ki gandi muskaan phail gayi.
Kaveri andar se poori tarah se toot chuki thi. Uska har ang kaamp raha tha. Woh ladne ki himmat bhi kho chuki thi, kyunki use pata tha ki agar usne thoda bhi virodh kiya, toh uski Mami Srivalli ka haal hoga aur uska parivaar barbaad ho jayega.
Uske dimag mein Rudra ke shabd goonj rahe the: "Zyada himmat mat dikhana, warna tumhari Mami ki video poore gaon mein phail jayegi." Yeh darr uski sabse badi mazboori thi.
Kaveri apne sir ko bed mein zor se daba rahi thi, taaki uski siskiyan aur aahien kam sunaai den. Uska sharir ek taraf ko mudne ki nakam koshish kar raha tha, jaise woh Rudra ke haathon se bachna chahti ho, par woh jaanti thi ki yeh sab bekaar hai. Woh sirf uske dabao ke neeche dabti chali ja rahi thi, rote hue apni bebas kismat par sharminda thi.

Rudra ko Kaveri ka machalna bilkul pasand nahi aaya. Usne apni aawaaz bhaari aur gusse se bhar kar dhamki di:

"Chup ho ja! Zyada nakhre mat dikha, varna jaan se jayegi!"
Yeh sun kar Kaveri ekdum se shaant ho gayi, uski siskiyan gale mein hi ruk gayi. Darr uski bebasii par haavi ho chuka tha.
Kaveri ke shaant hote hi, Rudra ne dheere se uska bra khola aur use bhi alag kar diya.
Ab Kaveri ke perfect boobs khule the. Thand aur darr ki vajah se uske tight nipples bahar ki taraf ubhar aaye the. Yeh woh boobs the jinhe abhi tak kisi mard ne chhua tak nahi tha.
Bina der kiye**,** Rudra ne apna muh seedhe uske ek nipple par laga diya. Woh use mazedaar masti mein chhoos raha tha, jaise koi bachcha doodh peeta hai. Doosre haath se Rudra doosre boobs ko zor se masal raha tha. Kaveri ki aankhon se chupke se aansoo gire aur takiye mein kho gaye.



Rudra ne Kaveri ke boobs ko chhoosna band kiya, uski nazar ab Kaveri ki aakhri kapde par thi. Usne ek jhatke mein Kaveri ki chhoti si panty ko kheench kar utara aur door fenk diya.

Ab Kaveri poori tarah se nangi thi. Uske saamne ek dam taazi, virgin choot thi, jo abhi tak kisi mard ki nazar mein nahi aayi thi. Gabrahat aur thodi si sharm se Kaveri ki choot halki si bheegi hui thi, uski gulabi pankhudiyan Rudra ke samne ek khazane ki tarah thi.
Rudra ki aankhon mein jeeth (victory) ki chamk thi. Usne apne bade sharir ko aage jhukaya aur apna muh seedhe Kaveri ki choot par rakh diya. Usne apni jeebh nikali aur ek dum pyaar se, aise jaise koi meethi cheez chakh raha ho, use chattna shuru kar diya.
Rudra ko ismein bahut maza aa raha tha. Woh mazedaar swaad aur khushboo ko poori tarah se mehsoos kar raha tha.
Kaveri ke liye yeh sab shuru mein behad apmaan janak (humiliating) aur dardnaak tha. Woh apna muh takkiye mein daba kar sisak rahi thi. Par Rudra ki jeebh ki barabar ki harkat aur uski choot par bane dabaav ke kaaran, ek aisa ehsaas paida hua jiski use umeed nahi thi.
Na chahte hue bhi, uski bebas body us apmaan mein hi kuchh sukh mehsoos karne lagi. Uska sharir tezi se garam hone laga. Woh apni kamar ko halka sa upar ki taraf uthaane lagi, apni marzi ke khilaaf Rudra ki harkat ka jawab de rahi thi.
Aur phir ek zor ki lahar aayi. Kaveri ne apne hosh khone shuru kiye aur woh tez saans lene lagi. Rudra ke muh par hi, Kaveri ko na chahate hue bhi apna pehla orgasm  mil gaya. Woh poori tarah se thandi pad gayi, haafte hue aur behad sharminda thi ki uski deha ne uske saath aisa dhokha kiya.

Rudra ko Kaveri ke sharir ka woh unexpected response dekh kar behad maza aaya. Uski muskaan aur gehri ho gayi thi. 68 saal ki umar mein bhi, ek 18 saal ki kunwari ladki ki verginity todne ka khayal use ek naya josh de raha tha.
Woh turant apni jagah se uth khada hua aur apne kapde utare. Usne apna mota aur bhaari lund (penis) nikaala. Kaveri ne apni zindagi mein pehli baar aisa kuchh dekha tha. Darr aur ghin  se uski aankhen phail gayi aur woh tezi se saans lene lagi.
Rudra bed par Kaveri ke upar aaya. Usne halke haath se Kaveri ki taangon ko phailaaya aur apne lund ka sirah Kaveri ki choot par rakha. Usne dheere dheere uske ang par lund ko rub  karna shuru kiya, ek dikhawa tha jaise woh use sukh de raha ho.
Kaveri ki aankhon mein mami Srivalli ka chehra gaya. Ek aakhri koshish mein, usne apna sir hilaaya aur apne haathon se Rudra ko peeche dhakelne ki nakam koshish ki, par Rudra ke aage uski ek na chali. Rudra ne apne haathon se uski kamar pakdi aur use ekdum shaant kar diya.
Pehla Dhakka (First Stroke): Rudra ne apni kamar ko zor se aage kiya aur apna lund Kaveri ki choot mein daalna chaha. Chut bahut tight thi; lund sirf aadha hi andar jaa paaya. Kaveri ke gale se ek bhaari, dardnaak cheekh nikli jo room mein goonj gayi. Uske aansoo phir se behne lage.
Doosra Dhakka (Second Stroke): Rudra ne Kaveri ki cheekh ko ansuna kiya aur apne shikar ki tadap mein aur maza laine laga. Usne apna poora wazan daal kar doosra dhakka maara. Yeh vaar pehla se bhi zyada bhaari aur tez tha. Lund aur gehra andar chala gaya. Kaveri ka saans ruk gaya, aur uski aankhon ke aage andhera chha gaya.

Teesra Dhakka (Third Stroke): Rudra ko ab aur intezaar nahi tha. Ek aakhri, takatwar jhatke mein, usne apna poora lund Kaveri ki kunwari choot ke andar daal diya. Kaveri ki verginity (kawaaripan) ek bhaari awaz ke saath toot gayi. Khoon ki kuchh boondein bedsheet par phail gayi. Kaveri apni aakhri taakat kho kar ekdum shaant ho gayi, uske ang sann pad gaye the.
Lekin Rudra ko ismein hi sabse zyada sukh mil raha tha. Yeh tight choot uske buddhe sharir mein naya josh bhar rahi thi. Rudra ab bina kisi parwah ke apna lund us tight choot mein aage peeche kar raha tha, uske chehre par apne power aur bhog (enjoyment) ki bhavna saaf dikh rahi thi.



2nd Detailed (Rudra's Heavy Dominance and Kaveri's Pain):

Rudra ko ab apne control mein aayi Kaveri ki tightness mein jo maza mil raha tha, woh use sattar saal ki umar mein ek naya jeevan de raha tha. Usne apni raftaar tez kar di, aur usne tez dhakke (heavy thrusting) maarna shuru kar diya.
Awaazein aur Ehsaas (Sounds and Feelings): Poore kamre mein ab do hi awaazein thi: Rudra ke lund ke Kaveri ki choot mein lagne ki geeli, chapak-chapak ki tez awaaz, aur doosri Kaveri ki dard bhari aahien aur moans (siskariyan).
"Aahhh... Uhh... Mmmph... Papa... Dhire... Pl-please..." Kaveri ke muh se jo bhi shabd nikal rahe the, woh sirf dard aur bebas guzarish ke the.
Heavy Action: Rudra ne Kaveri ke shareer ko mazbooti se pakda hua tha, uske haath Kaveri ki kamar aur pet par dabe hue the. Har dhakke ke saath, Kaveri ka sharir hawa mein thoda sa uchhal jaata tha, par Rudra use turant apni jagah par waapas khinch leta tha.
Kissing and Control: Beech-beech mein, Rudra apna sir aage karta tha aur Kaveri ke chehre par, uske honthon par, aur uske gale par tez kissing aur smooching karta tha. Yeh smooching pyaar ki nahi, balki apne haq aur possession ki moharr (stamp) thi.
Rudra ne gale par apna muh rakhte hue garajdar aawaaz mein kaha: "Aaj se tu meri hai, Kaveri! Poori tarah se meri! Yeh dard bhool ja... yeh toh bass shuruaat hai... apne CM ko apni aahien suna!"
Rudra ka Bhog (Rudra's Enjoyment): Rudra ab poori tarah se apni mast duniya mein tha. Kaveri ka vergin khoon uske lund par laga tha, jo use ek alokik (divine) ehsaas de raha tha. Woh apni aakhri taakat tak Kaveri ko istamaal (use) karne ke mood mein tha.
Kaveri ki deha (Kaveri's Body): Kaveri ka sharir ab dheere dheere hilna band kar chuka tha. Uski aankhon mein sirf khali-pan (emptiness) tha, par uska muh ab bhi chhoti chhoti dard bhari awaazein nikal raha tha jo Rudra ke har dhakke par nikalti thi.



Rudra ko apni current position mein jitna sukh milna tha, mil chuka tha. Ab uski nazar Kaveri ke sharir ko aur bhi tez tareeke se bhogne par thi.
Kaveri abhi bhi sann padi thi, uski aankhon mein khali-pan tha. Rudra ne apna lund baahar khincha (pulled out) aur ek tez jhatke mein Kaveri ko ghutno (knees) aur haathon ke bal kar diya (doggy style position).
Kaveri apni marzi ke khilaaf us apmaan bhari position mein thi, uski kamar Rudra ke saamne jhuki hui thi. Rudra ko peeche se Kaveri ki ubhari hui kamar (raised back) aur tight choot ka nazaara aur bhi uttijit (stimulated) kar gaya.
Heavy Thrusting in New Position: Rudra turant Kaveri ke peeche aaya aur bina kisi tayyari (preparation) ke, apna lund us tight choot mein wapas daal diya. Iss position mein ghusne par Rudra ko pehli baar se bhi zyada maza aaya, kyunki choot ab aur zyada tight mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Rudra ab apni poori taakat aur raftaar se Kaveri ko chod (fucking) raha tha. Har dhakke ke saath, Kaveri aage ki taraf jhook jaati thi, aur uska sharir Rudra ki maar ko sehne ke liye mazboor tha.
Moans and Sweat: Kaveri ab cheekh nahi rahi thi, balki uska gala sookh chuka tha. Uske muh se sirf ghutti hui, tez saanson ki awaazein aur "Mmmh... Mmmph... Ahhh..." jaise dard bhare moans hi nikal rahe the. Dono ke sharir pasine (sweat) se bheeg chuke the.
Rudra ki baat (Rudra's Dialogue): Rudra ne tez dhakke maarte hue Kaveri ke kaan ke paas badi gusse aur dominance se kaha:
"Zyada himmat mat dikhana, nakhre mat kar! Chal meri raand (whore)! Apne CM ko khush kar! Bol ki tu meri gulam (slave) hai!"
Rudra ke tez dhakke Kaveri ke gudde (womb) tak lag rahe the, jo Kaveri ko ander tak tod rahe the. Kaveri sirf rote hue apni ankhein band kar saki, uske paas ab ladne ki koi taakat nahi baki thi.




Rudra ko doggy style mein kaafi maza aaya, par woh apni shakti ko aakhri roop dena chahta tha.
Rudra ne Kaveri ko dobara ghumaya aur use apni goadi  mein bitha liya, Kaveri ki taangon ko apni kamar ke ird-gird lapet liya. Is tarah baithne par, lund aur zyada gehraai mein chala gaya.
Rudra ne apne chehre par shaitani muskaan late hue Kaveri ko chhedha , uske baalon ko pakad kar dheere se peeche khincha.
Phir usne apni aakhri taakat bator kar, kast kar , tezi se aur zor zor se chodna shuru kar diya. Har dhakke mein Rudra ka poora wazan aur josh tha.
Kaveri poori tarah se exhaust  ho chuki thi. Uska sharir sirf Rudra ki harkat ke saath hil raha tha, usmein virodh  ki koi shakti nahi baki thi.



The Climax: Rudra ko apna antim pal nazdeek aata mehsoos hua. Usne apni aakhri aur sabse tez thrust diya. Is aakhri dhakke mein, Rudra apne charam sukh par pahuncha. Usne apni poori garmi aur lund ka saara maal (cum/semen) Kaveri ki choot ke andar bhar diya.
Kaveri ki choot abhi bhi Rudra ke lund ko bahut tightly pakde hue thi, aur Rudra ne dheere se apna bhaari lund baahar nikala. Lund ke baahar aate hi, Rudra ka paani Kaveri ki choot se bahar nikla aur uski jaanghon  par phail gaya. Kaveri ki choot puri tarah se Rudra ke cum se flooded thi.
The Farewell: Rudra ne apne kaam ko poora samjha. Usne Kaveri ko goadi mein utara aur bed par phir se lita diya.
Jaane se pehla, usne jhukkar Kaveri ke muh par ek aakhri French kiss kiya. Apni jeebh ko Kaveri ke muh mein ghusa kar ek tez jhatka  diya, jaise apni vijay  ki final nishaani de raha ho.
Kiss todne ke baad, Rudra ne ek santushti bhari saans li, apne hothon ko saaf kiya, aur palat kar kamre se chala gaya, Kaveri ko us tuti hui halat mein akele chhod diya.




Rudra kamre se baahar nikla, uski chaal mein thodi thakaan thi, lekin uske chehre par ek gehri, ghinauni santushti (disgusting satisfaction) chhayi hui thi. Apne kapde sahejte hue , woh suite ke lounge area mein aaya jahaan Jolly apne kaam mein laga tha.
Jolly turant apne pita ki shakal dekh kar khada ho gaya. CM Rudra Reddy ne apne bete ko apne paas bulaya.
Rudra ne halke se Jolly ke kandhe par haath rakha, uski aankhon mein wohi shaitaani chamk thi jo ek bachche ko tareef karte samay hoti hai:
"Beta kamaal kar diya tune! Badhiya gift tha woh... saalon mein aisa maza nahi aaya! Woh bacchi ki woh tadap... uski woh cheekh... uff!"
Rudra ne thodi der ruk kar ek gehri saans li, jaise woh swaad phir se mehsoos kar raha ho. Phir ek aur important baat uske muh se nikli:
"Lekin sun, Jolly! Yeh cheez (Kaveri) mujhe baad mein bhi chahiye hogi beta. Ab toh aadat pad gayi hai uss tightness ki."
Jolly khush ho gaya. Apne pita ki khushi mein hi uski jeet thi. Usne haath jod kar ek choti si taareef ki:
"Wah Papa, aap toh tagde khiladi nikle! Uss umar mein bhi itni taakat! Maza aa gaya sun kar."
Phir usne poora bharosa dilaate hue kaha:
"Aap bilkul chinta mat karo, aapke liye toh Kaveri hamara personal samaan hai. Aapka jab bhi mann hoga, jab aap ek baar bol denge... main use turant aapke liye bhejwa dunga."
Rudra ne sir hilaaya, uske chehre par ab ek CM ki serious expression wapas aa chuki thi. Usne Jolly ko ek aakhri nazar di, jaise apna kaam check kar raha ho, aur phir apni security ke saath wahan se chala gaya, piche us suite mein Kaveri ko uski barbaadi ke saath chhod diya.


CM Rudra Reddy ke jaane ke baad, Kaveri bed par usi halat mein padi rahi. Uska nanga sharir bedsheet par bejan sa phaila hua tha. Uski aankhon ke aansoo sookh chuke the, lekin dil mein jo gehra dard tha, woh abhi bhi taaza tha.
Uska poora nichaad ang Rudra ke cum  se bhara hua tha, jo ab uski jaanghon aur pet par chipak gaya tha. Yeh uske apmaan ki ek ghinauni nishaani thi. Jo sundar Indian-style gown use gift ke liye pehnaya gaya tha, woh ab kamre ke ek kona mein fars par gira pada tha, sharminda aur masla hua 
Kaveri ka sharir itna thak chuka tha aur kamzor  itni zyada thi ki usmein hath hilaane ki bhi taakat nahi bachi thi. Zaruri nahi ki woh neend ho, par uske dimag ne sharam aur dard se bachne ke liye shut down kar diya tha. Apni pichhli saanson ki siskiyon aur moans ke saath, Kaveri ne apni aankhein band kar li aur woh ek bejan neend mein chali gayi.

[Joker44]

Agli subah ki halki roshni suite ke pardon (curtains) se chhan kar andar aa rahi thi. Kaveri ki aankh ek tez dard ke saath khuli, jo uske nichle sharir mein chubhan paida kar raha tha. Uski aankhon mein neend nahi thi, sirf kal raat ki bhayankar ghatna ka darr aur thakaan thi.
Usne apni nazar uthaayi aur dekha ki room ke ek kona mein rakhi aaramdeh kursi (armchair) par Jolly baitha hua tha. Woh hamesha ki tarah saaf-suthre kapdon mein tha aur ek tez nazar se Kaveri ko ghoor raha tha.
Kaveri ne jab mehsoos kiya ki woh poori tarah se nangi hai, uski sharam phir se jaag gayi. Usne jaldbaazi mein bedsheet ka ek kona pakda aur apne aap ko jaldi se dhak liya.
Jolly dheere se muskuraaya aur uthkar bed ki taraf aaya. Usne Kaveri ki parwah nahi ki aur bedsheet ke upar se hi uske boobs ko apne haathon mein daboch liya. Usne halke se boobs ko masla aur phir Kaveri ke chehre ko pakad kar apni taraf khincha.
Jolly ne Kaveri ke honthon par apne honth rakhe aur ek tez, gehra French kiss kiya. Usne apne daanton se Kaveri ke honthon ko chhoosa (sucked), ek tarah se apne bhai ki tarah apna haq dikhaya.
Kiss todne ke baad, Jolly ne uska gaal sehlaaya aur dheere se kaha, jismein ek chheepa hua ghinona sukh tha:




Hmm. Mera mann nahi kar raha tujhe chhedne ka, Kaveri beta. Tujh par toh ab Papa ka haq hai. Unka hukm hai ki tujhe safe rakhu. Varna abhi tujhe chod deta apna birthday gift samajh kar."

Usne aage jhukkar use dhamki di: "Ek aur baat dhyaan rakhna! Jab bhi main tujhe bulaun, mere ek call par aa jaana. Na to tera kawaaripan bacha hai, aur na hi teri Mami ki izzat."
Itna bolkar, Jolly ek vijayi muskaan ke saath room se nikal gaya.
Kaveri ne jaldi se utha kar fars par pade hue apne phate hue aur gande kapde uthaaye aur tez dard ke bawajood unhe pehan liya. Usne ek pal bhi bina ruke, lagbhag pagalon ki tarah suite se bhag kar baahar nikli.
Gate par Jolly ke aadmiyon ne use roka nahi, balki use seedha ek kaali rang ki car mein bitha diya. Car tez raftaar se chali aur kuchh der baad use uske gaon ke paas ek sunsaan jagah par chhod diya, jahan se Kaveri apne gire hue kadmon se apne ghar ki taraf chali gayi.





Car se utarte hi, Kaveri ne apne aas-paas dekha. Yeh wohi jaan-pehchaana raasta tha, lekin sab kuchh viraan (desolate) aur ajnabi lag raha tha.

Kaveri chalne ki koshish ki, par dard ne use turant rok diya. Raat bhar ki bhayankar ghatnaon aur verginity tootne ke kaaran, uski choot mein tez chubhan aur dard tha. Woh seedha khadi nahi ho paa rahi thi.
Uske kadmon mein woh tez raftaar aur confidence nahi tha jo do din pehla tha. Use apne pairon ko thoda phaila kar (legs spread slightly) aur kamar ko halka sa jhuka kar chalna pad raha tha, taaki andar ki chot par zyada dabaav na pade. Uska har kadam ek dardnaak yaad dila raha tha ki ab woh kisi aur ki milkiyat (property) ban chuki hai.
Uske chehre par bhi ek chuppi chhayi hui thi, jaise uske andar ki sari awaazein aur jazbaat mar chuke hon. Woh aahiste aahiste apne kacche ghar ki taraf badhi, jahan ab sirf uske sharam aur darr ka bhaar tha.

[Joker44]

Subah ki pehli roshni Dave ke luxurious cabin mein thi. Dave andar aaya, uske chehre pe fresh shakal thi, par aankhon mein raat bhar ki neend ki kami nahi. Usne door quietly band kiya aur Srivalli ko dekha.

Srivalli bed ke edge pe baithi thi, ek white silk robe mein lipti hui. Uska chehra pale tha, aankhon mein shame aur dard ka gehra nishan. Dave ne dheere se uske paas aake uski chin uthayi. Phir usne Srivalli ko dekha, uski nazar seedhe uski swollen aur bruised body par gayi. Dave ka haath robe ke neeche gaya, aur usne Srivalli ko gently, par forcefully, aage ki taraf jhukaya.
Dave ne Srivalli ki bare ass pe ek halki si tap ki. Usne uski chut ki taraf ek lambi, assessing nazar daali.
"Adimtha was wild, wasn't he, goddess? Usne toh puri chut khol di hai. Lagta hai tumne use really satisfied kiya."
Srivalli ne Dave ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski aankhon mein pure anger tha, disgust tha, lekin uske lips se ek lafz bhi nahi nikla. Woh janti thi protest ka koi fayda nahi. Gusse mein uski saansen tez ho gayi, par woh silent rahi. Internal voice: "Yeh sab jaanwar hain. Mera pati jail mein hai, aur main yahan inke saamne bik rahi hoon."
Dave ne shant hokar ek leather armchair kheench kar bed ke bilkul saamne rakha. Usne apni belt kholi, aur pants ko dheere se neeche kiya. Uska hard, thick lund bahar nikla—Adimtha jitna massive nahi, par fully erect aur threatening tha. Dave chair pe aaram se baitha, apne erection ko fully exposed karte hue.
Dave ne Srivalli ki kamar pakdi. Uski strong grip Srivalli ko control kar chuki thi. "Come here, goddess. Ride your next owner." Usne Srivalli ko uthaya, aur ek jhatke mein apne lund pe bitha diya.
Srivalli ki chut, jo kal raat se completely stretched thi, usne Dave ke lund ko easily accept kar liya. No resistance, no tightness felt. Dave ka lund uske andar smoothly slide ho gaya—jaise garm makhan mein chaku chala gaya ho.
Srivalli ne sharp, broken gasp liya. Yeh physical pain nahi, dil ka dard aur humiliation thi. Use feel hua ki uska sharir ab itna loose ho chuka hai ki koi bhi use easily penetrate kar sakta hai.
Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoon bhar aaye, par woh gusse se cheekh nahi paayi. Usne Dave ki aankhon mein dekha. Dave ka expression cold, satisfied tha. "Now move, goddess. Show me how grateful you are for your husband's freedom."
Srivalli ne majboori mein apne hips ko dheere-dheere hilana shuru kiya. Wet, sloppy sounds room mein goonj rahi thi. Har upward thrust aur downward grind pe Srivalli ke lips se soft, breathless moans nikal rahe the. Yeh moans pleasure ke nahi, pure pain aur self-loathing ke the.
"Uhhnn... aaah... Dave..."
Srivalli ne apne haath Dave ke shoulders pe rakhe, uske naakhun uski skin mein lightly press kiye. Uska gussa ab physical form mein transferred ho raha tha. Dave ne uske breast ko robe ke neeche se tightly squeeze kiya. "Zyada gussa mat kar, jaan. Relax ho jaa. Tu amazing lag rahi hai, ridden by me, for freedom."
Srivalli ne gusse aur apmaan mein apni speed thodi tez kar di. Moans aur loud ho gaye, lekin Dave ka control uski kamar par tha. Har thrust par Srivalli ka dil Pushpa ke liye rote hue, aur zindagi ke is bhavnaheen deal ko khatam karna chahta tha.
Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoon ka gehra nasha tha, aur Dave ka cold smile uski bebas jeevan ka prateek ban chuka tha. Woh sirf move karti rahi, ek robot ki tarah, jiska har thrust Pushpa ki azaadi ka daam tha.




Srivalli ab gusse aur majboori mein wild ho chuki thi. Uska gussa ab uske hips ki taal mein transferred ho chuka tha.

Dave ki lap par baithi hui, Srivalli tez aur rough thrusts ke saath upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Uski saansen phool chuki thi, aur honth gusse aur dard se kaanp rahe the. Woh apni kamar ko forcefully upar uthati, aur phir tez jhatke ke saath neeche girati, jaise har dhakke mein Dave se badla le rahi ho.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Srivalli ke geele chut aur Dave ke lund ke collision ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi.
Dave ka chehra pure pleasure mein tha. Uski aankhen aadhi band thi, aur gale se heavy, satisfied moans nikal rahe the: "Aah! Yes! Fuck! Goddess, you're wild! Move!"
Srivalli ne gusse mein Dave ke shoulders ko zor se pakad liya. Uski ungliyaan Dave ki skin mein burai ki tarah dhans chuki thi.
Dave ne ek haath se Srivalli ki kamar ko zor se pakda, aur doosre haath se uske baal kheench kar apna chehra uski taraf jhukaya. Srivalli ne aankhon mein gussa aur bebas dard bhara tha.
Dave ne bina der kiye apne honth Srivalli ke honthon par zor se dabaye (force kissing). Uski zubaan Srivalli ke mooh mein ghus gayi, dominant aur crude tareeke se uske hothon ko chaatne lagi.
Phir, Dave ne apne daanton se Srivalli ke nichle honth ko tez kaata (with bite).
Srivalli ke mooh se dard aur shock ka ek ghutta hua moan nikla ("Mmmhnn...!"). Uska sar peechhe jhatka, aur aankhon se garam aansoo gusse aur beizzati ke sath behn lage. Dave ne kiss nahi chhoda, apne honth aur zor se dabaye rakhe, Srivalli ke gusse ko apne pleasure mein doobate hue.
Srivalli ab do tarah ke dard mein thi: sharir ka dard aur apmaan ka dard. Uski aankhon mein Dave ke liye ghrina chamakti thi, par uske hips majboori mein tez dhakke khaate hue sawaari kar rahe the. Dave ke moans zyada hote ja rahe the, Srivalli ke har dard ko apni jeet samajhte hue.



Dave ne Srivalli ko kas ke apni lap par thaam liya. Uski saansen tez thi, aur aankhon mein wild possession thi. Usne apne lund ko ek tez aur deep thrust ke sath Srivalli ki chut mein pura andar ghusa diya.

Srivalli ki cheekh uske gale mein dab kar reh gayi. Uski aankhen band thi, aur sharir ek pal ke liye stiff ho gaya. Dave ne apna sara load Srivalli ke andar chhod diya—garam, thick cum ka ehsaas Srivalli ko apmaan aur shikast ki gehrai mein le gaya।
Dave ne ek deep groan ke sath uske upper body par jhuka, aur Srivalli ke hothon par ek lamba, possessive aur gandha kiss kiya। Apne honthon se uske hothon ko zor se chuste hue, usne Srivalli ko apni jeet ka ehsaas karwaya।
Jab kiss tuta, Dave ne Srivalli ke chehre ko apne haathon mein pakda। Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoo aur gussa tha।
Dave ne uska gussa dekhkar ek shaitani muskurahat di, aur ek dam low, controlling awaaz mein uske kaan ke paas bola:
"Good girl। Ab get ready for evening। Adimtha ne tumhari chut jitni stretch ki hai... aaj raat ko usse jyada stretch hogi।"
Srivalli ki aankhen shock se phail gayi। Uska matlab tha ki koi aur bhi aa raha hai।
Dave Srivalli ko apni lap se giraakar seedha khada ho gaya। Usne apni pants sambhaali। Ek last waqt usne bed par tuti hui aur nangi Srivalli ki taraf dekha—uske chehre par ek jeet ki chamk thi।
"Wait for me।" Dave ne sirf itna bola aur room se bahar chala gaya।
Srivalli bed par leeti thi—uske andar Dave ka cum tha, aur aankhon mein uske aakhri lafz goonj rahe the। Yeh raat aur bhi lambi hone wali thi।


Srivalli abhi bhi silken sheets par adh-nangi leeti thi, uski body par Dave ki zabrasti ke nishaan taaza the. Shaam ki dhoop cabin ki tinted windows se chhan kar aate hue usse aur zyada bechain kar rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein dard, gussa, aur majboori ka gahra samundar tha.

Door halke se khula, aur teen log andar aaye. Ek stylish Western stylist (makeup artist), ek designer assistant, aur security waala Indian man. Unka chup rehna aur apne kaam par focus rehna Srivalli ko apmaan ki ek aur bhavna de gaya। Uske liye yeh log sirf Dave ke hathyar the, jo usse raat ki nayi deal ke liye tayyar karne aaye the।
Srivalli ko unhone shanti se bathroom ki taraf guide kiya। Garm paani ki dhaar uske sharir par girne lagi, jism ki thakaan toh dho gayi, par dil ka bojh aur badh gaya। Har safai ke baad, uski aankhon mein Dave ka chehra aur Adimtha ka guroor aakar khada ho jata tha।

Makeover: The Sultry Indian Queen (Thammanna Style)

Jab Srivalli fresh hokar bahar aayi, makeup artist ne apna kaam shuru kiya।

• Aankhon ka teekhapan: Kajal aur Smoky Eyeliner ko gehra kiya gaya, jisse uski badi aankhen ek dum sultry, wild aur raazdaar lagne lagi। Uski aankhon mein jo dard tha, ab woh ek khaufnak junoon ki shakal le chuka tha।
  
• Hothon ki possession: Dark Red lip colour lagaya gaya, jo uska soft honth ko aur zyada bold aur tempting bana raha tha। Uski saansen jab tez chalti, toh honthon par ek ajeeb si shikaari muskaan aati thi।
  
• Baalon ka jungle: Uski ghani lambe baalon ko ek dum loose, open curls mein chhod diya gaya, jo uskii kamar tak jaate the। Yeh baal uskii wildness ko dikhaate the।
  

Stylist ne ab woh dress nikaala jiska Dave ne khud order diya tha। Yeh traditional South Indian lehenga style mein tha, lekin uskii design poori tarah erotic aur modern thi। (Rashmika Mandanna ki Thammanna dress ki tarah):

1. Blouse (Choli): Deep cut sleeveless choli, jo pure silk aur velvet se bana tha। Uskii neckline itni zyada deep thi ki uskii gol, bhari hui chhaati (full, round breasts) ka adhikansh hissa expose ho raha tha। Kapda uskii skin par itna tight tha ki uskii har saans ke saath uskii nipples ka shape bhi choli ke neeche se mehsoos ho raha tha।
   
2. Skirt (Lehenga): Skirt waist par itni tight thi ki uskii slim waist aur navel area poori tarah define ho gaye। Fabric pure net aur sheer tha, jisse uskii legs ka curve aur hip ka shape saf dikh raha tha। Aisa lag raha tha ki usne kuch pehnega nahi hai। Har kadm par uskii thighs aur knees ka movement poori tarah se sensual tha।
   
3. Dbanging (Palla): Palla sirf ek halka sa sajaavat tha, jo uskii kamar par se jaakar doosre shoulder par pin kiya gaya tha। Yeh pallu uskii bare back aur stomach ko aadha chhupa raha tha, par uskii cleavage aur exposed curves ko aur highlight kar raha tha।
   

Jab Srivalli mirror ke saamne khadi hui, toh uski aankhon mein sharam nahi thi। Usne dekha ki woh sirf ek aurat nahi, balki ek bhayanak khubsurti ki moorat thi। Uski heavy chhaati, tight waist, aur sheer skirt se jhalakti tang—sab kuch ek dam shikaari aur raajshahi lag raha tha।
Uski maang mein Pushpa ka sindoor tha, aur gale mein uska mangalsutra diamond necklace ke saath milkar use ek erotic Indian Queen bana raha tha—ek aisi rani jo apne pati ko bachane ke liye apne shareer ki azaadi de chuki thi।
Stylist ne ek lambe muskaan ke saath kaha: "Madam, Mr. Dave will lose his mind tonight।"
Srivalli ne sirf ek thanda nazar stylist ko diya। Uski aankhon mein ab bayan tha ki woh tootne ke liye nahi, balki Dave ke is gande khel ko khatam karne ke liye tayyar hai। Uski har sundarta ab uska hathyar ban chuki thi।









Srivalli ne gehri saans li. Uski body Red Designer Lehenga mein tight aur exposed thi, har move par seduction aur majboori ka ehsaas de rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein dard aur gusse ki aag thi, lekin lips par majboori ki tayyar muskaan thi।

Usne dheere se door khola aur niche lounge ki taraf kadm badhaye।



Niche lounge ka mahaul dark aur royal tha। Soft yellow lights, imported whiskey ki khushboo, aur ek bada round sofa tha।
Sofa par chaar shikaari apne shikaar ka intezaar kar rahe the। Srivalli ne ek nazar mein sabko pehchaan liya:

1. Dave (American Mastermind), jo aram se baitha tha aur uske chehre par possessive guroor tha।
   
2. Adimtha (African Giant), jiske aankhon mein raw hunger aur power ki chamk thi।
   
3. Arab Prince (Royal Lover), jo elegant andaaz mein baitha tha, lekin uskii nazar Srivalli ke har curve ko chhoot rahi thi।
   
4. French Guy (Casino Teaser), jiske chehre par phir se wohi cocky, teasing muskaan thi।
   

Charon ki aankhen ek hi jagah thi—Srivalli ke deep cleavage, tight waist, aur sheer lehenga se jhalakti tangon par।
Dave ne whiskey ka glass uthaaya, uske honthon par ek cold, triumphant smile thi।
"Gentlemen, now our Queen is here। Look at her... she's all dressed up for our farewell party।"
Srivalli dheere se room ke center mein aayi। Uski saansen tez thi, aur chhaati uska har dard bayaan kar rahi thi।
Dave ne apni jagah se utha kar uske paas aaya, aur uskii chin ko gently lift kiya।
Dave: "Goddess, aaj hamara last day hai। So let's enjoy our meal together।"
Srivalli ne apni aankhon mein dekha—uska chehra gusse se bhar gaya tha। In charon ki aankhon mein woh sirf ek khaana (meal) thi।
Srivalli: "Mujhe pta hai main kya hoon tumhare liye।" (Internal voice)
Dave ne ek bada smile diya, aur Srivalli ko center mein khada karte hue hukm diya।
Dave: "Dance, Queen। Show them what they are about to miss। Your husband's freedom is your reward, remember?"



Srivalli ek pal ke liye wahan khadi rahi, uska chehra dard aur pratishodh (revenge) se bhar gaya। Aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin usne unhe gusse mein nigal liya। Yeh uske survival ki aakhri raat thi।

Usne apni aankhon se har shikaari ki taraf dekha—Dave ko, Adimtha ko, Prince ko, French Guy ko। Aur usne apne mann mein kaha।
"Theek hai। Tumhe mera sharir chahiye na? Lekin aaj ki raat, main apna sharir sirf apne liye istemal karungi। Yeh dance mera hathyar hoga।"
Soft music chalu hua। Srivalli ne dheere se apne hips ko sway kiya। Uski aankhon mein dard tha, lekin uska har kadm apne aap mein ek jawaab tha। Lehenga ke sheer fabric se jhalakti uskii tangon ka movement, uskii tight choli se ubharte breasts ka halka sa bounce—sab kuch erotic aur powerful tha।
Woh naach rahi thi, lekin uska har move unhe tease kar raha tha, unke gusse aur junoon ko bharka raha tha। Srivalli ne apne gusse ko apni aakhri taaqat bana liya tha। Uski aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin uske chehre par ek bhayanak muskaan thi। Yeh uske balidaan ki aakhri saal thi।








Srivalli ka Dance of Defiance lounge ke mahaul mein aag laga raha tha. Uski ankhon mein dard tha, par har move mein ek ajeeb se junoon ki chamk thi, jise woh apne shikarion ko tease karne ke liye istemal kar rahi thi. Sheer Red lehenga mein uskii body ek dam vibrant aur wild lag rahi thi.




Chaaron shikari sofa se uthe, apne shikar ko gheyrne lage। Unki aankhon mein bechaini, junoon, aur malikana haq (ownership) tha।
Adimtha (African Giant) sabse pehle aage aaya। Uski aankhon mein last night ka nasha tha। Usne Srivalli ki kamar ko zor se pakda, uskii body ko apni masive body se press kar diya। Uski saansen Srivalli ke gale par padi, aur usne apne honthon se Srivalli ke gale par ek gehra, possessive kiss chhod diya।
Srivalli ki aankhen band ho gayi, mooh se halki si siski nikli। Adimtha ne apne bhavya haathon se uskii choli ke upar se uskii chhaati (breasts) ko zor se squeeze kiya। Srivalli ab Adimtha ki baahon mein dance kar rahi thi।
Arab Prince apni badi haisiyat ke saath dusri taraf se aaya। Usne Srivalli ke baalon ko apni mutthi mein pakda, aur uska chehra apni taraf ghuma liya। Apne honthon ko Srivalli ke hothon par dabakar, usne ek lamba, wild, french kiss kiya। Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin Arab uska saara dard apni possessive kiss mein peena chahta tha। Adimtha uski kamar ko thaame hua tha, aur Arab uske honthon ko choom raha tha—Srivalli ab do shikariyon ke beech ghiri thi।
French Guy (Casino Teaser) aur zyada bold ho gaya। Woh neeche jhuka, aur Srivalli ki sheer skirt ke neeche se uski tangon (legs) ko sahlaane laga। Usne Srivalli ki inner thigh par soft kisses chhod diye, aur uskii chut ke paas apne honthon ko le gaya। Srivalli ka sharir halki si shiver ke saath aur tez hila।
Charon ab Srivalli ke charon taraf the—Adimtha aur Arab upar se uska jism choom rahe the, French Guy neeche se uskii jism ki garmi ko mehsoos kar raha tha। Srivalli ki aankhon mein paani tha, lekin uski saansen ab sirf majboori aur apmaan mein tez chal rahi thi।



Dave wahi sofa par aram se baitha tha, apne honthon par ek cold, cruel muskaan ke saath। Uske saamne uskii deal thi—uski goddess uskii aankhon ke saamne doosre mardon ke haathon mein apmaan seh rahi thi।
Dave ne whiskey ka sip liya aur low awaaz mein apne aap se kaha: "Beautiful. Isse kehte hain real Indian Queen ka balidaan।"
Srivalli un charon ke beech ghiri hui thi, uski choli ek taraf se kheench chuki thi, aur uskii chhaati adhe se zyada bahar thi। Uske gale mein mangalsutra tha, jo har touch par hil raha tha—ek patni ki nishani, jo ab sarvjanik apmaan seh rahi thi।
Yeh aakhri raat thi—jahan Srivalli ki dignity ke tukde ho rahe the।

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Srivalli ab charon shikarion ke ghehrayi mein thi, uska Dance of Defiance ab ek majboori ki antim kala ban chuka tha. Uski Red Designer Dress, jo use Erotic Queen bana rahi thi, ab unke haathon ka shikar thi.

Dave ka cold satisfaction lounge mein faila hua tha, jabki baaki teen shikari apne shikar ko dheere dheere khool rahe the।
French Guy sabse zyada tez tha। Uski aankhon mein nasha aur tease tha। Usne Srivalli ke lehenga ki sheer skirt ko ek jhatke mein kheencha। Skirt phati aur Srivalli ki toned thighs aur inner curves poori tarah expose ho gaye।
French Guy (haste hue): "Look at this! She's all silk and fire! Aaj raat isko poora free hona padega!"
Adimtha (African Giant) ne Srivalli ko apni mazboot baahon mein pakda, uskii choli par dhyan diya। Uski choli waist par itni tight thi ki usse utarna mushkil tha। Adimtha ne Srivalli ki peeche se choli ko zor se phada। Silk ka kapda zor se tuta, aur Srivalli ke bhari gol breasts (full, round breasts) choli se azaad ho gaye।
Srivalli ke mooh se dard aur sharm ki ek tez siski nikli। Usne apne haathon se apni chhaati ko cover karne ki koshish ki, lekin Adimtha ne uske haath pakad kar sir ke oopar kar diye।
Adimtha: "Don't hide, Queen। Yeh sab aaj hamara hai।"

Charon ab Srivalli ke bare sharir par toot pade। Har ek apne andar ki shikaari bhukh ko mitana chahta tha।
Arab Prince ke honth Srivalli ke lips par the। Woh tez aur gehra kiss kar raha tha, Srivalli ke mooh ki saari mithaas peena chahta tha। Uske doosre haath Srivalli ke gale aur neck par phir rahe the, kabhi soft nibble, kabhi tez choomna।
[*]Dave apni jagah se utha aur Srivalli ki taraf badha। Usne Srivalli ki chhaati ko dekhkar apne honthon par zubaan pheri। Uska haath Srivalli ke breasts par gaya, aur usne tez aur zor se unhe masalna shuru kiya। Nipples ko apni ungliyon mein lekar tez tease kiya। Srivalli ke mooh se dard aur sharam ki ek zor se siski nikli, jo Arab ke mooh mein dab gayi।
[*]Adimtha neeche jhuka। Uski aankhen Srivalli ke pet aur thighs par thi। Usne apne haath Srivalli ke pairon par pherna shuru kiya, dheere dheere andar ki taraf jaate hue। Uski zubaan Srivalli ke pairo ko choom rahi thi, aur uska haath Srivalli ke pussy ke paas pahuncha। Wahan ki soft skin ko chhootkar usne dheere se ungli daali।
[*]French Guy uske baazu mein tha। Usne apna dhyan Srivalli ke neck aur shoulders par rakha। Wahan par tez choomna, kaatna, aur choosna shuru kiya। Har bite Srivalli ke sharir par ek naya nishaan chhod raha tha।




Srivalli poori tarah se struggle kar rahi thi। Uski aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin uske haath kabhi Arab ko dhakelne ki koshish karte, toh kabhi Dave ke haathon ko rokne ki। Lekin un chaaron ki taaqat ke aage woh ek bebas shikar thi।

Dave zor se hans raha tha, uske haathon mein Srivalli ki chhaati thi।
Dave: "Look at her! She's fighting! That's what makes her so hot! Maro iska mza lo! Jab yeh ladti hai... tab aur zyada maza aata hai!"
Adimtha jab Srivalli ki chut mein ungli daalta, Srivalli ki kamar halki si arkh ho jati।
Arab: "Shant ho jao, Queen। Tumhara pati kal bahar aayega। Ab sirf humein satisfy karo।"
Srivalli ki moans ab ek shaky whimper mein badal gayi thi। Woh apne gusse aur apmaan mein doob chuki thi, aur apne pati ke naam par apna shareer un charon ke hawale kar chuki thi। Raat abhi shuru hui thi।



Srivalli ab lounge ke soft carpet par nangi leeti thi, uski Red Lehenga aur Choli tukdon mein charon taraf bikhri thi. Uski dignity poori tarah bikhar chuki thi, aur aankhon mein sharm, dard, aur mazboori ka ghayal ehsaas tha।


The Final Unveiling

Arab Prince ke haath mein Srivalli ki bra thi, usne bra ko hawa mein ghumaaya aur phir apne chehre se laga kar ek lambi saans li—jaise uskii khushboo ko pee raha ho।
Adimtha (African Giant) neeche jhuka। Uski aankhon mein tez nasha tha। Usne Srivalli ki panty (jo ab sirf ek halka sa kapda thi) ko uthaaya aur apni naak se laga kar zor se sungha (sniffing)। Uski aankhen band thi, aur honthon par ek gandi, s संतुष्ट muskaan thi।
Adimtha: "Mmmhh... pure Indian queen ki khushboo। Wild aur sweet।"
Srivalli ne ghrina se apna chehra side kar liya। Uski body ab poori tarah se bare thi—soft gora jism, chhaati ki har dhadkan dikh rahi thi।


Srivalli carpet par leeti thi, uski saansen tez thi। Charon taraf se do shikari uske chehre par jhuke। 

Mouth Possession (Arab & Dave): Dave aur Arab Prince ne Srivalli ke chehre ko pakda, aur ek hi waqt dono ne apni tongue uske mooh ke andar ghusa di। Srivalli ka mooh chhota pad gaya। Do mardon ki tongue uske mooh mein jung kar rahi thi। Wet, sloppy, aur messy sound lounge mein goonj rahi thi: "Mmphh! Slurrp! Mmmhh!" Srivalli gala dabne se halki si ghok-ghok ki awaaz nikalti, lekin uske hoth dono ke beech trapped the। Breast Possession (Adimtha): Adimtha neeche jhuka। Uske dark honth Srivalli ke ek bare boob par gaye। Usne poora boob apne mooh mein lekar tez suck karna shuru kiya। Tez, choosne ki awaaz nikal rahi thi: "Chup-chup-chup!" Uski saansen Srivalli ke jism par garmi chhod rahi thi। Uska doosra haath doosre boob ko zor se masal raha tha, nipple ko tez tease karte hue Core Possession (French Guy): French Guy apne knees par jhuka। Uski aankhon mein sirf ek hi junoon tha। Usne Srivalli ki chut ko dekha। Usne apni tongue bahaar nikaali aur seedhe Srivalli ki chut par rkh kar tez choosna shuru kiya। Woh clit ko tez tease kar raha tha, aur uska poora face Srivalli ke ras se bheeg chuka tha। Srivalli ki kamar halki si arch ho gayi।

Srivalli's Heavy Moaning and Pleasure/Pain

Srivalli ki body ab control ke bahar thi। Charon jagah se hamle ke kaaran, uska dard aur apmaan ek wild pleasure mein badal gaya tha। French Guy ka choosna itna tez tha ki uskii chut se zor se ras nikalne laga।
Srivalli ke honthon se ek tez, lambha moan nikla, jo dono mardon ke mooh mein dab gaya:
"Aahhh! Ohh Godd... mmmhhn! Ruko! Aaaahhh!"
Uski kamar tez hil rahi thi, pair thode akadh gaye the। Dave aur Arab uske mooh mein uske moans ko pi rahe the। Adimtha uske boobs ko tez suck karte hue apni jeet ka jashn mana raha tha।
Lounge mein ab sirf char mardon ki heavy saansen, Srivalli ki majboori bhari moans, aur gande kisses ki awaaz thi। Srivalli ab apne pati ke naam par apna antim balidaan de rahi thi।





Srivalli ab carpet par leeti hui thi, ek adhuri shikast aur majboori ki murat। Uska nanga jism ab charon shikariyon ka playground ban chuka tha। Lounge mein sirf char mardon ki gandi saansen aur Srivalli ki dard bhari moans gunj rahi thi।



Charon mardon ne milkar Srivalli ko poori tarah chat dala। Yeh sirf choomna nahi, yeh ek bhayanak adhoora shikar tha।Chut ka Shikar (French Guy & Adimtha): French Guy aur Adimtha dono ek hi waqt Srivalli ki chut par jhuke। French Guy apni tongue se clit aur folds ko tez choos raha tha, jabki Adimtha apni do moti ungliyan uski chut ke andar bahar kar raha tha। Ungliyon ki awaaz aur French Guy ki choosne ki awaaz ek saath aa rahi thi: "Chup-chup! Slush! Slush!" Srivalli ka sharir halki si arch ho gayi, uske mooh se dard aur majboori bhari moan nikli: "Aahhh! Ruko! Mmmhh!"Mukh aur Jubaan ka Shikar (Dave & Arab Prince): Dave aur Arab Prince Srivalli ke chehre par jhuke। Dave apni tongue Srivalli ke mooh ke andar ghusa kar tez choom raha tha, aur Arab Prince Srivalli ki naak, aankhon aur gaalon ko apne honthon se choom raha tha। Arab Prince ne Srivalli ki aankhon ke paas jhuk kar tez chooma, aur phir uskii garam jism ki khushboo ko sungha। Angon ka Shikar (Full Body Tease): Arab Prince ne apni zubaan Srivalli ke armpit (kaankh) par rakhi aur tez choosna shuru kiya। Srivalli ka sharir ek pal ke liye kaamp gaya। Dave aur French Guy ne milkar Srivalli ke breasts ko tez suck aur pinch kiya।



Adimtha jab ungliyan andar bahar kar raha tha, tab Srivalli ki chut apna sara ras bahar phenk chuki thi। Uska jism apmaan aur majboori mein doob kar antim mukti ki taraf badh raha tha।
French Guy chooste hue zor se suck kiya, aur Srivalli ki chut se zor se squirt hua। Garam liquid French Guy aur Adimtha ke mooh aur chehre par gir gaya। Dono zor se hans diye।
Adimtha: "Damn! Indian queen ne toh pe kar diya (peeing)! Yeh hai asli wildness!"
Srivalli ka sharir poori tarah se thak chuka tha, uske hosh jaane lage the। Woh leeti thi, aankhon mein shunya tha। Uske pativrata sharir ka har kona ab un charon ki gandi nishaniyan lekar maun tha।

Srivalli ab carpet par poori tarah exhausted ho chuki thi। Uski chut se do teen baar tez squirt ho chuka tha, aur uska saara ras French Guy aur Adimtha ne milkar chat dala tha। Uska jism ab bas saans le raha tha, lekin uske andar ki taaqat poori tarah khatam ho chuki thi।

Charon shikari ab apne kapde utarkar apna bara lund lekar khade ho gaye the। Room mein ab chaar bhayanak, hard aur throbbing lund the, jo Srivalli ka agla shikar banne ko tayyar the।
Dave (Mastermind) aur Arab Prince ke lund average se bade the, lekin Adimtha (African Giant) aur French Guy ke lund massive, thick, aur dark the।
Srivalli ne apni thaki hui aankhen dheere se kholi। Uski aankhon mein ab dard nahi, balki ek ajeeb si sunn majboori thi। Usne apne aap ko ek gehri saans li।




Dave ne hukm diya: "Get up, Queen। It's time for us to be served। You know what to do।"
Srivalli dheere se apne haathon ke bal uthti hai। Uski body tremble kar rahi thi, lekin ab woh bina kisi protest ke apna kaam shuru karti hai।Hands ka Kaam (Dave & Arab Prince): Srivalli ne apne dono haathon se Dave aur Arab Prince ke lund pakde। Uski naram ungliyan unke hard shaft par tez ho gayi। Woh tez aur wild style mein unke lund ko upar neeche hilane lagi (handjob)। Unki saansen tez ho gayi।Mouth ka Kaam (Adimtha & French Guy): Srivalli neeche jhuki। Uski aankhon mein aansoo the, lekin usne apne honth kholey। Ek hi waqt usne Adimtha aur French Guy dono ke lund ko apne mooh mein le liya। Do bade lund uske chote se mooh mein fit hone ki koshish kar rahe the।
Adimtha aur French Guy ke lund uske honthon aur gale ko tez se bhiig rahe the। Srivalli ne apni zubaan se ek ko choosa, toh doosre ko honthon se pakda। Uski saansen rukh chuki thi। Uska gala dab raha tha, lekin usne tez suck karna shuru kiya।
Lounge mein ab sirf paanch logon ki saansen, char lund ki awaaz aur Srivalli ki ghutti hui siskari thi। Srivalli ka saara jism ab un charon ki gandi hawaas ka shikar ban chuka tha। Uske liye yeh sirf ek majboori thi—antim balidaan ki shaam।




Srivalli ghutnon ke bal sofa ke saamne thi, uski aankhon mein aansoon aur body mein thakaan thi, lekin majboori ne use mazboot bana diya tha. Char shikaariyon ke lund uski khidmat ke liye tayyar the, aur Srivalli ek ek karke unka nasha bhi pi rahi thi aur sukh bhi de rahi thi।


Srivalli ab apne gale aur haathon ka jaadu chala rahi thi। Woh baar baar apna mooh ek lund se hatati aur dusre par rakhti thi।
Adimtha (African Giant) aur French Guy apna lund uske gale mein gahra daalte the। Srivalli ke gale se tez gagging ki awaaz aati, lekin woh apni zubaan se unhe pura suck karti thi। Dave aur Arab Prince ke lund ko woh haath se tez hilati (handjob), unke satisfaction ko apne control mein rakhti thi।
Dave apne pleasure mein ek dum kho chuka tha। Usne Srivalli ke chehre ko zor se pakda, aur ek tez groan ke sath apna cum Srivalli ke mooh par chhod diya।
Dave: "Take that, goddess! Yeh tumhara price hai!"
Srivalli ka mooh aur chehra Dave ke garam ras se bheeg gaya। Srivalli ne apni aankhon mein aansoo roka, aur apne honthon se us ras ko dheere dheere chatna shuru kiya। Ab uske liye yeh sirf majboori nahi, balki ek darawni reality thi—woh unka har apmaan pi rahi thi।
Arab Prince bhi apne nasha mein tha। Srivalli ne jab uske lund ko choosa, toh Arab ne bhi apna cum Srivalli ke mooh par phenk diya। Srivalli ne us ras ko bhi majboori mein pi liya।


Dave ab aur zyada der intezaar nahi kar sakta tha। Usne Srivalli ko apne lund se alag kiya।
Dave: "Enough oral! Time to ride!"
Usne Srivalli ko uthaaya, aur apne haathon mein pakad kar apne lund par bitha diya। Srivalli ka chehra uske saamne tha। Dave ka lund Srivalli ki chut mein phir se smoothly slide ho gaya—uske saare majidar ras aur Adimtha ki stretching ke kaaran ab koi resistance nahi tha।
Srivalli ne dard aur apmaan mein aankhon se Dave ki taraf dekha, lekin woh kuch nahi boli।
Tabhi French Guy pichhe se aaya। Uski nazar Srivalli ki tani hui gand (ass) par thi। Usne apna lund Srivalli ki gand ke hole par position kiya। Bina kisi tayyari ke, usne ek zor ka thrust diya।
Srivalli ke mooh se dard aur violation ki ek tez cheekh nikli: "AAAAHHHHH!"
Pehli baar anal penetration ka dard bhayanak tha। Uska poora jism ek jhatke mein hil gaya। Aankhen tez dard se safed ho gayi thi।




Dave aur French Guy ne Srivalli ko apne beech sandwich kiya। Dave samne se uski chut ko tez chod raha tha, aur French Guy pichhe se uski gand ko burai se phaad raha tha।
Srivalli ek hi waqt do lund le rahi thi—ek pleasure aur dard ke beech jhoolta hua, aur dusra sirf tez dard aur violation de raha tha।
Srivalli ki heavy moaning room mein goonj rahi thi: "Ohh god! Aahhh! Ruko! Dard ho raha hai! Uhhhhnn!"
Movement Sound: Dave ka lund chut mein sloppy sound kar raha tha (Slush! Slush!), jabki French Guy ka lund gand mein dry, hard thud kar raha tha (Thak! Thak!)।

Is tez chudai ke beech, Srivalli apni majboori ko ek aur had tak le gayi। Usne chudte hue bhi apne haath aage badhaye।
Ek haath se usne Arab Prince ka lund pakda, aur doosre haath se Adimtha ka। Wohi dard aur apmaan mein, Srivalli bari bari se unke lund ko hilane aur choosne lagi।
Ek hi waqt char lund uske jism aur mooh par the। Srivalli ki aankhen poori tarah safed ho chuki thi—woh ab hosh mein nahi thi, sirf ek majboor jism thi। Uske mooh se tez suck ki awaaz aati aur pichhe se double penetration ki cheekhen nikalti।
Dave aur French Guy apne climax ki taraf badh rahe the, aur Srivalli ka antim balidaan chal raha tha। Uska pativrata sharir apne pati ki azaadi ke liye poori tarah se bikhar chuka tha।





Srivalli dard aur numbness ke beech jhool rahi thi, jab lounge mein ek aur tez switch hua।


Dave aur French Guy ne apna lund Srivalli se bahar nikala। Srivalli ka jism bed par dham se gira, uski chut aur gand se garam ras aur khoon dheere dheere tapka।
Arab Prince aur Adimtha (African Giant) donon tayyar the।
Adimtha (African Giant) apna massive, dark lund lekar Srivalli ki gand (ass) ki taraf badha। Adimtha ne apne lund ko wahi French Guy ke raste par position kiya, aur ek tez, jungle jaise thrust diya।
Srivalli ke mooh se tez dard ki ek ghutti hui cheekh nikli। Adimtha ka lund Adimtha ka lund bahut bada aur thick tha, jisne Srivalli ki gand ko aur tez phaad diya। Srivalli ka poora jism ek jhatke mein hil gaya।
Arab Prince ne Srivalli ki chut ko dekha, jo ab bhi Dave ke ras se bheegi thi। Usne apna lund Srivalli ki chut mein ghusa diya।
Srivalli ab Adimtha aur Arab Prince ki double penetration mein thi। Ek dard de raha tha, toh doosra uski chut ko zor se bhar raha tha।

Kuch hi minute mein, Dave ka lund bhi wapas tan gaya। Usne Srivalli ki chut ko dekha, jahan Arab Prince pahle se tha। Uski aankhon mein ek nayi bhookh thi—double chut penetration ki।
Dave: "Time to make her really break!"
Dave ne apna lund Arab Prince ke lund ke saath Srivalli ki chut mein zor se dhakelna shuru kiya। Srivalli ki chut pehle se hi phati hui thi, aur do lund ek sath ghusne se uskii chut literally phat gayi (chut fat gayi)।
Srivalli ke mooh se ek tez, lambi cheekh nikli, jo gusse aur dard se bhari thi: "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Bas karo! M-m-main mar jaungi!"
Adimtha pichhe se uski gand phaad raha tha, aur do lund aage se uskii chut ko andar se chir rahe the।
French Guy ne is mahaul ko dekha, aur apna lund Srivalli ke mooh par laakar tez suck karwane laga। Srivalli ke mooh mein dard ki cheekhen thi, aur French Guy ka lund uske gale ko aur daboch raha tha।



Srivalli ki awaaz mein ab moan kam aur tez siskariyan zyada thi। Uska gala dab chuka tha। "Uhhnn M-M-M! P-P-Pain! Aahhh!"
Movement Sound: Teen mardon ke lund ki tez awaaz aur Srivalli ke jism ki rote hue aawaaz room mein goonj rahi thi।
Srivalli ki aankhen tez dard aur apmaan se poori tarah safed ho chuki thi। Uska sharir ab sirf ek bejaan jism tha, jo apne pati ki azaadi ke liye apna antim balidaan de chuka tha।

Raat ke pichle pahar tak, lounge mein lamba aur bhayanak mahaul chalta raha. Srivalli ka sharir, jo shuruat mein dard aur gusse se bhara tha, ab lagatar chudai aur utsarjan (climax) ke karan apni aakhri had tod chuka tha।

Teeno lund uski chut, gand, aur mooh ko ek sath istmaal kar rahe the—Dave, Arab Prince, aur Adimtha ki taaqat Srivalli ke komal shareer ko tez dhakke de rahi thi। French Guy uske baaju mein baitha hua tha, Srivalli ke boobs ko apne mooh mein lekar tez choos raha tha, aur uska ras pee raha tha।
Srivalli ke andar ka pratibandh (resistance) poori tarah se hat chuka tha। Dard aur apmaan ke beech, uska jism ab ek ajeeb se pleasure mein kho chuka tha। Chut aur gand se tez lund ka aana-jaana, aur har dhakke par usse milne wala zor dar pressure—isne Srivalli ko sudh-budh khone par majboor kar diya tha।
Uski cheekhen ab dard ki nahi, balki ek daravni, wild moaning mein badal gayi thi। Uske honth khule hue the, aur woh tez saanson ke sath tez awaaz mein chilati: "Fuck me! Aah! Zor se aur! M-m-main paagal ho jaungi!"
Srivalli ne apne aap ko un teenon ki taal mein poori tarah se chhod diya tha। Woh apni kamar ko uthakar unke thrusts ko aur deep le rahi thi। Uska chehra ab sharam se nahi, balki wild lust aur nasha se bhar gaya tha। Uske mooh se jo bhi awaaz nikalti, woh ek randi ki tarah apne mardon ko aur bhadkane ka kaam karti thi।


Charon mardon ne milkar Srivalli ko alag-alag position mein istmal kiya। Uska shareer ab ek instrument ban chuka tha। Kabhi Dave aur Arab Prince milkar uskii chut ko tez phaadte, kabhi Adimtha apni poori taaqat se uski gand mein dhakke deta, aur kabhi French Guy aur Dave ek sath uska mooh aur chut ko bharte।
Har kuch der mein, ek mard apna garam ras Srivalli ke andar chhodta, aur dusra uska place lekar fir se tez ho jata। Srivalli ka jism unke tez dhakkon se hil raha tha, uske baal pure ulajh chuke the, aur uske gale mein dard aur khushi ka milap tha।
Subah hone wali thi। 6-7 ghante ki nirantar chudai ke baad, Srivalli ka jism ab jawab de chuka tha। Uski saansen dheere dheere halki ho gayi। Pichle kuch climax ke baad, uski aankhon mein jo wildness aayi thi, ab woh dheere dheere band hone lagi।
Adimtha jo is waqt Srivalli ki gand mein tha, usne jab dekha ki Srivalli ki body bilkul loose ho gayi hai, to usne apna lund bahar nikala। Srivalli ka jism maun tha। Uske hosh poori tarah se ja chuke the। Woh wahi carpet par nangi aur bejaan padi thi।
Dave aur Arab Prince ne Srivalli ko dekha, jo ab behoshi ki haalat mein thi। Uski aankhon mein ab na gussa tha, aur na hi koi majboori। Woh shant thi—apne antim balidaan ke baad। Lounge mein ab sirf chaar mardon ki heavy saansen, aur ek nangi, bejaan, tooti hui aurat ka maun sharir tha।

[Joker44]

Srivalli ki aankh agli subah dheere-dheere khuli. Uska jism tez dard se bhara hua tha, jaise hazaaron tukdon mein toot chuka ho. Uski kamar, chut, aur gand har jagah itna pain tha ki woh halki si saans lene par bhi cheekh uth rahi thi. Usne utne ki koshish ki, par apne pairon mein koi taaqat nahi mehsoos hui। Woh bilkul hil nahi pa rahi thi।




Room mein Dave maujood tha। Woh ek aramdayak chair par baitha tha, apne haath mein whiskey ka glass pakde hue। Uske chehre par cold, satisfied aur malikana bhav tha।
Dave ne Srivalli ko jagte hue dekha, aur apne honthon par ek slow smile laaya।
Dave: "Good morning, Goddess। Aap utho gayi। Don't worry। I know it hurts।"
Srivalli ne dard se bhari aankhon se use dekha। Uski aankhon mein beizzati aur maun prashn tha—Pushpa ka kya hua?
Dave: "You did a great job। Everybody is happy with you। Apne husbands ki rihai ke liye tumne jo sacrifice kiya hai, woh amazing hai। Tumhara Pushpa jaldi hi jail se bahar aayega।"
Srivalli ke chehre par ek halki si raahat aayi। Uska dard ek pal ke liye kam ho gaya।
Dave ne halka sa hanssa, apne glass ko ghumaate hue।
Dave: "Zyada stress mat lo। Bas thak gayi ho after that heavy fuck। You had four men at once for hours। That's a lot of work।"
Dave uthkar Srivalli ke paas aaya, aur uskii thigh par halki si tap ki। Srivalli dard se thoda kaanp gayi।
Dave: "Aur tumhari chut itni torn ho gayi thi us heavy session ke baad, especially when Prince and I were in together... toh maine ek chhota sa operation karwa diya। Just a small suture। So next time, I can enjoy you again, without too much damage।"
Srivalli ki aankhen shock se phail gayi। Operation? Apni marzi ke bina? Uska dard ab double ho gaya tha। Uske mooh se ek tez siski nikli, aur usne apne haathon se chehre ko chhupa liya।
Dave phir se hanssa, aur Srivalli ko wahi rote hue chhod diya।
Dave: "Rest well, Goddess। Tumhari bahut zarurat hai abhi।"
Srivalli ki cheekhen ab shuru ho gayi। Woh bed par rote hue apni majboori aur apmaan ko mehsoos kar rahi thi। "Maine yeh kya kar diya? Mera sharir... mera sharir ab sirf ek instrument hai..." lekin rote rote hi uske dil mein ek chhoti si raahat thi ki Dave ne Pushpa ke rihai ka wada kiya hai। Uska dard aur bhavna mein ek kadam par apmaan tha, aur doosre kadam par apne pati ke liye kiya gaya balidaan ka sukoon।




Srivalli bed par nangi leeti thi, uske aansu tez baarish ki tarah behh rahe the. Uski saansen hichkiyon mein doob chuki thi, aur hoth shaking the. Uske dard bhare chehre par Dave ke antim lafz goonj rahe the: "A small operation... next time I can enjoy you again."

"Yeh maine kya kar diya? Maine apne sharir ko kya bana diya?" Srivalli apne haathon se apne face ko chupa kar zor se ro rahi thi। Uska dard sirf badan ka nahi tha, yeh uski aatma ka dard tha।
Woh sochti hai...

"Main Pushpa ki patni thi. Pativrata patni! Meri chut sirf mere pati ke liye thi। Aur aaj... char mardon ne milkar use phaad dala। Mera control nahi tha... unhone mujhe istamaal kiya। Aur ab unhone usse ek instrument bana diya hai—suture karke... taki woh baar baar apna maza le sakein। Main insaan nahi hoon, sirf ek property hoon।"
Uska haath dheere se uske pet se hota hua neeche jaata hai। Wahan par darasal ek halka sa dard tha aur nayi silai (suture) ka ehsaas। Usne apni aankhen band ki aur dard mein apni galti ko mehsoos kiya।

"Jab Adimtha ka size bahut bada tha tab mujhe ruk jana chahiye tha। Jab Dave ne mujhe dhokha diya tab mujhe ladna chahiye tha। Lekin main Pushpa ke liye haar maan gayi। Main majboor thi... lekin shayad main kamzor thi।"

Pushpa Ka Khayal Aur Raahat 

Rote rote hi uski aankhon mein ek nayi bhavna ubhari—raahat। Dave ne wada kiya hai। Pushpa bahar aayega।

"Main toot gayi hoon... mera sharir apavitra (impure) ho chuka hai। Lekin Pushpa bach jaayega। Woh jail se bahar aayega। Woh zinda rahega। Uski izzat bach jaayegi।"
Uske aansu ab dard ke nahi, balki is antim balidaan ki sachchai ke the। Srivalli ko ab apne toote hue jism se ghrina thi, lekin uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha ki usne apna farz poora kiya hai। Woh Pushpa ko dekhne ke liye intezaar kar rahi thi—bhale hi uske aur Pushpa ke beech ab laakhon unsuni baatein aur apmaan ki diwaar thi।
Srivalli rote rote apne aap se kaha: "Main bach gayi... kyunki Pushpa bach jaayega।"

[Joker44]

Srivalli ki aankhein dheere-dheere khuli. Uska sar bhari hua tha, jism mein ek thakawat aur dard ka milan jaise koi bhaari truck uske upar se guzar gaya ho. Woh ek badi si luxury bedroom mein leti thi – Dave ke personal villa ka master suite. Uski nangi body sirf ek thin silk sheet se dhanki hui thi. Uske bade-bade boobs ab bhi laal aur chuse hue the, nipples par faint bite marks. Lekin sabse zyada dard uski chut mein tha.  




Dave ne kal raat gangbang ke baad uski chut ko “special treatment” diya tha – ek chhoti si suturing surgery. Sirf 4-5 tight stitches uski already swollen aur stretched chut ke lips par. Ab woh bilkul tight, virgin jaisi feel ho rahi thi… lekin har saans ke saath dard ki current chal rahi thi. Srivalli ne haath neeche kiya aur apni chut ko halke se chhua. “Aaaahhh…” ek halki si cheekh nikal gayi. Stitches khinch rahe the. Har movement mein lag raha tha jaise koi garam sui andar chubh rahi ho.  

“Morning, my stitched Indian slut,” Dave ka deep American accent kamre mein goonja. Woh sirf ek bathrobe mein bed ke paas baitha tha, haath mein ek tablet. Uske chehre par wohi sadistic smile tha jo Srivalli ab jaanti thi bahut achhe se.  

Srivalli ki aankhein bhar aayi. “Dave… please… mujhe jaane do. Pushpa… hospital… mujhe uske paas jaana hai.” Uske bolte hi aansu behne lage.  

Dave hasa aur bed par uske paas aa gaya. Usne sheet ko ek jhatke se hata diya. Srivalli ki nangi body saamne thi – uski chut par chhote-chhote black stitches clearly dikhai de rahe the, thodi si swelling ke saath. Dave ne apna bada sa haath uski chut par rakh diya aur ek ungli ko stitches ke paas ghumaya.  

“Shhh… relax, baby. Stitches kal raat hi daale the taaki tumhari chut phir se tight ho jaaye. Har baar jab koi lund andar jayega, tumhe lagega jaise pehli baar chud rahi ho. Pain + pleasure ka perfect mix.” Usne halke se pressure diya. Srivalli ki poori body ek current se kaanp gayi. “Aaaahhh… dard ho raha hai Dave… bahut dard… please mat chhuo…”  

Lekin Dave ne nahi chhoda. Usne tablet on kiya aur Srivalli ke muh ke saamne rakh diya. Screen par video shuru hua – **Srivalli ka apna gangbang video**. Kal raat ka pura recorded footage.  

Pehla scene: Srivalli lehenga mein dance kar rahi thi, phir Dave ne uska pallu khinch kar uske boobs bahar nikaal diye the. Arab Prince aur French Guy dono uske boobs choos rahe the. Srivalli video mein khud ko dekh rahi thi – uski aankhein band, muh khula, “Ahhh… ahhh… slower… please…” bol rahi thi jabki uski chut mein Dave ka lund andar-bahar ho raha tha.  

“Ye… ye main nahi hoon… ye… forced tha…” Srivalli rone lagi, lekin uski chut mein ek ajab si garmi failne lagi. Stitches ke wajah se dard aur zyada ho gaya tha, phir bhi video dekh kar uski body react kar rahi thi. 


 

Dave ne ek ungli stitches ke andar halke se push ki. “Dekho apni randi wali shakal, Srivalli. Double vaginal – tumhari chut ko do lund ek saath stretch kar rahe the. Dekho kaise tumne khud apni taange failayi thi aur chillayi thi ‘Aur zor se… aur zor se…’”  



Video mein ab Adamath uski gaand mein lund pel raha tha aur Arab Prince uski chut mein. Srivalli ka chehra video mein pura laal, aankhein upar chadhi hui, muh se raseela laar tapak raha tha. Usne video mein khud ko squirt karte dekha – paani ki dhaar bed par gir rahi thi jabki stitches wali surgery abhi nahi hui thi.  

Srivalli ki real-life chut ab leak karne lagi thi. Stitches ke around se thoda sa clear fluid nikal raha tha. Dard itna tha ki woh kaanp rahi thi, lekin video dekh kar uski body betray kar rahi thi. “Nahi… band karo… mujhe dard ho raha hai… chut jal rahi hai…”  

Dave ne has kar ungli andar-bahar ki – stitches ke saath. “Pain is good, slut. Yeh stitches sirf 7 din ke liye hain. Har din main check karunga. Ab jaao hospital. Pushpa ko milo. Lekin yaad rakhna – ek bhi galti, aur yeh pura video Pushpa ke phone par… with your moaning voice.”  

Usne tablet band kiya aur Srivalli ko ek simple black salwar-kameez diya – koi undergarments nahi. “Dress up. My driver will drop you at the hospital. Act normal. Cry, hug, whatever. But remember… your stitched cunt belongs to me now.”  

Srivalli kapde pehen rahi thi. Har step mein chut ke stitches khinch rahe the. Jaise koi garam taar andar se khinch raha ho. Usne mirror mein dekha – uski walk thodi si limp thi, aankhein red. Woh bahar nikli. Dave ke driver ne usko private hospital ke bahar drop kiya.  

Srivalli ne hospital ke gate par pahunchte hi apne aansu rokne ki koshish ki… lekin jab Pushpa ke ward ke bahar pahunchi, aansu apne aap behne lage. Usne darwaza khola aur andar daudti hui gayi.  

Hospital mae

Pushpa Raj ki aankhein dheere-dheere khuli. Private hospital ka VIP room. White sheets, beeping machines, aur uske charo taraf family. Uske maa, chacha, chachi, aur kuch cousins. Pushpa ka chehra peela pada tha, jail ke 10 dinon ne usko toot kar rakh diya tha. Lekin jab usne Srivalli ko dekha, uske hothon par ek kamzor smile aa gaya.  

Srivalli darwaze se andar bhagi. Uske aansu beh rahe the. Salwar-kameez mein bhi uski badi gaand aur boobs ka shape saaf dikhai de raha tha. Woh seedhe Pushpa ke bed par jhuk gayi aur usko gale se laga liya. “Pushpa ji… aap… aap theek ho… main… main mar hi jaati…” Uske rone ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Har rone ke saath uski chut ke stitches khinch rahe the. Dard itna tha ki uski taange kaanp rahi thi, lekin woh chhupa rahi thi.  

Pushpa ne kamzor haath se uske baal sehlaaye. “Rani… tu yahan… main soch raha tha tu ghar par safe hai…”  

Family ke sab log emotional ho gaye. Pushpa ki maa ne Srivalli ke sar par haath rakh kar kaha, “Beta Srivalli… tu kahan thi itne din? Humne kitni baar call kiya… tu jawab hi nahi de rahi thi.”  



Srivalli ne aansu ponchhte hue, rone ki awaaz mein kaha, “Maa ji… main… main badi-badi logon se mil rahi thi. Ministers, businessmen… kisi se bhi madad maang rahi thi Pushpa ji ke liye. Raat bhar neend nahi aati thi… bas unke offices ke bahar wait karti thi.” Usne jhooth bolte hue apni chut ke dard ko control kiya. Stitches ab aur tight feel ho rahe the jaise har jhooth ke saath dard badh raha ho.  

Sab logon ne saans li. Chacha ne kaha, “Bahut badi baat hai beta. Tu akeli itna sab kiya…”  

Tabhi sabka dhyan darwaze ki taraf gaya. Kaveri andar aayi – halki si limp walk, simple pink kurti aur salwar mein. Uski aankhein neeche, chehra laal. Uske peeche Jolly Reddy khada tha, uske kandhe par haath rakh kar “protective” style mein.  

Srivalli ne ek pal ke liye Jolly ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek flash of doubt aur gussa tha, lekin woh chhupa liya.  

Pushpa ki maa ne poocha, “Kaveri beta… tu kahan thi? Aur Jolly bhaiya… aap yahan?”  

Jolly ne muskurate hue, bilkul calm awaaz mein kaha, “Arre aunty, main bhi help kar raha tha na. Kaveri beti mujhe milne aayi thi ro-ro kar. Usne kaha ki Pushpa bhaiya jail mein hain… maine turant CM sahab ko call kiya. Rudra uncle ne personally jailor se baat ki aur bail papers sign karwa diye. Hum dono din-raat iske peeche lage the.”  

Kaveri ne sirf sir hila diya. Uski awaaz bahut halki thi, “Haan… aunty… Jolly bhaiya ne bahut madad ki. CM uncle bhi… unhone kaha ki family ke liye kuch bhi.” Usne baat karte hue apne chut ke andar ka dard feel kiya – kal raat CM Rudra ne jo kiya tha, ab bhi uske andar jal raha tha. Lekin usne kuch nahi dikhaya.  


Pushpa ne kamzor smile kiya. “Meri rani… aur meri bhanji… dono ne mera itna khayal rakha. Main… main bahut lucky hoon.” Usne Srivalli ka haath pakda aur dabaya. Srivalli ne muskurane ki koshish ki, lekin andar se soch rahi thi – *Yeh haath kal raat tak Dave aur uske doston ke lund pakad rahi thi… aur ab yeh stitches…*  

Doctor andar aaya aur bola, “Patient ko rest chahiye. Family bahar jaaye. Sirf wife reh sakti hai.”  

Sab log bahar gaye. Jolly ne Kaveri ko bahar le jaate hue uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Kal raat ready rehna… CM sahab ka call aa sakta hai.” Kaveri ka sharir kaanpa.  

Room mein sirf Srivalli aur Pushpa. Pushpa neend mein chala gaya tha. Srivalli uske paas baithi thi, uska haath pakde. Usne apni salwar ke andar haath daal kar chut ko halke se dabaaya. Stitches ab bhi dard de rahe the. Video ki yaadein aa rahi thi – uski khud ki cheekhein, do lund ek saath, squirt…  

Usne aansu ponchhe aur Pushpa ke maathe ko chuma. “Sab theek ho jayega… main hoon na aapke saath.”  

Lekin uske andar ek alag hi aag jal rahi thi – Dave ka message abhi bhi uske phone par pending tha: “Stitches check karwa lena… next meet jaldi.”  

Hospital ka VIP room ab dheere-dheere sannata mein doob raha tha. Family sab log bahar nikal chuke the – Pushpa ki maa ne Srivalli ke sar par haath pherte hue kaha tha, “Beta, tu yahin rehna. Hum subah aayenge. Pushpa ko koi pareshani ho toh turant doctor ko bolna.” Chacha aur cousins ne bhi haath mila kar thanks kaha aur chale gaye. Kaveri bhi bahar hi thi – usne sirf door se ek nazar maari thi aur phir chup-chaap lift ki taraf chali gayi thi. Kisi ne uski limp walk par zyada dhyan nahi diya. Jolly ne usko car tak chhod diya tha, lekin woh sab Srivalli ke liye ab door ki baat thi.

Room mein sirf do log bache the – Pushpa aur Srivalli.

Pushpa ki aankhein band thi. Jail ke dino ki thakaan aur medicines ka asar ab poora utar raha tha. Uski saansen dheemi aur regular thi. Chehra ab bhi peela pada tha, gaal andar dhase hue, lekin uske hothon par ek halki si sukoon bhari muskaan thi. Jaise abhi bhi sapna dekh raha ho ki uski rani uske paas hi baithi hai. Srivalli uske bed ke bilkul paas ek chair par baithi thi. Uski ek taraf ka haath Pushpa ke haath mein tha – uski ungliyan dheere se uske haath ko sehla rahi thi, jaise usko yakeen dilana chah rahi ho ki woh sach mein yahan hai.

Lekin andar se Srivalli ka dil toofan mein tha.

Usne apni salwar-kameez ke pallu ko thoda sa adjust kiya. Har chhoti si harkat mein uski chut ke stitches khinch rahe the. Jaise koi chhoti-chhoti sui andar se uske tight lips ko khench rahi ho. Dave ki “special surgery” abhi bhi taaza thi – sirf 24 ghante hue the. Har baar jab woh chair par shift karti, dard ki ek tez lahar uski poori body mein daud jaati. “Aaaahh…” ek bahut halki si saans uske muh se nikal gayi, lekin usne turant apna muh band kar liya. Pushpa ko kuch nahi sunna chahiye tha.


Uski aankhein ceiling par tik gayi thi. White paint ke upar bhi usko sirf kal raat ke scenes dikhai de rahe the. Dave ka villa… woh erotic lehenga… Arab Prince aur French Guy dono uske boobs par toot padte hue… Adamath ki ungliyan uski gaand mein… aur phir woh double vaginal. Do lund ek saath uski chut mein. Stretch. Pain. Aur uske bawajood woh khud chillayi thi. Video mein usne khud ko dekha tha – aankhein upar chadhi hui, muh se laar tapak rahi thi, aur woh bol rahi thi, “Aur zor se… please… mat roko…”

Srivalli ne apna neeche ka haath apne pet par rakh diya. Stitches ke upar halka sa pressure. Dard badh gaya, lekin saath hi ek ajab si garmi bhi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi si geeli thi – Dave ke last creampie ka kuch hissa stitches ke around se leak ho raha tha, salwar ke andar. Woh soch rahi thi – *Yeh sab maine Pushpa ji ke liye kiya… unhone mujhe jail se nikaalne ke liye… lekin phir bhi… meri body kyun itni gandi ho gayi? Kyun har baar yaad aate hi meri chut contract karti hai?*

Ek aansu uski aankh se nikal kar gaal par beh gaya. Usne jaldi se usko ponchha. Pushpa ki taraf dekha – woh abhi bhi so raha tha. Usne uske maathe ko halke se chuma. “Pushpa ji… aapko kuch nahi pata na? Aap soch rahe honge ki main ghar par thi… ya ministers se madad maang rahi thi. Lekin main… main un logon ki randi ban chuki hoon. Dave… Jolly… Admiath… sabke saamne nangi… sabke lund andar… aur aaj bhi yeh stitches… har saans mein yaad dilate hain ki main ab unki hoon.”



Bahut dheere se usne apna phone nikala. Screen par ek notification tha. Dave ka message – sirf 10 minute pehle aaya tha.

“Stitched slut… hospital pahunch gayi? Us cuck ke saath baithi hai? Soch rahi hai main miss kar raha hoon tera tight chut? Kal subah 11 baje villa aana. Stitches check karunga. Aur haan… agar Pushpa ko kuch pata chala toh pura gangbang video uske phone par. Sleep tight, my Indian whore.”

Srivalli ka dil zor se dhak se reh gaya. Usne message turant delete kar diya. Phone ko bag mein rakh diya aur apne dono haath se muh dhak liya. Rona phir se aa raha tha, lekin is baar woh zor se nahi rone de rahi thi. Sirf chhote-chhote sobs. Uske boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the har saans ke saath. Salwar ke andar uski nipples abhi bhi sensitive the – kal raat ke chusne ke nishaan abhi bhi laal the.

Tabhi door khula. Doctor andar aaya – middle-aged, serious chehra, white coat. Usne Pushpa ki reports check ki aur machine ke readings dekhe.

“Mrs. Srivalli, aap yahin reh rahi hain na? Bahut achha. Patient ko poori tarah rest chahiye. Koi tension nahi, koi pareshani nahi. Stress-free environment. Jail se nikalne ke baad body weak hoti hai. Aap unko emotional support dena. Koi bhi badi baat mat karna abhi.”

Srivalli ne sir hila diya. Usne apni awaaz ko control kiya, “Ji doctor sahab… main poora khayal rakhungi. Aap tension mat lijiye.”

Doctor ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aap khud bhi thak gayi lag rahi hain. Aankhein laal hain. Thoda rest kar lijiye. Main nurse ko bolta hoon – agar kuch chahiye toh bell press kar dena.”

Doctor chala gaya. Room phir se sannata.

Srivalli ne Pushpa ke haath ko aur zor se pakda. Uske andar ek alag hi ladai chal rahi thi. Ek taraf relief tha – Pushpa bahar tha, jail se nikal chuka tha. Uske sapne, uska empire, uska pyar… sab wapas aa sakta tha. Dusri taraf dar tha. Dave ka warning, Jolly ka control, stitches ka dard, aur sabse badi baat – uski apni body ka betrayal. Har baar jab woh Pushpa ke chehre ko dekhti, usko yaad aa jata tha ki kal raat usi ke saath woh sab kuch kar chuki thi.

Woh chair par thoda sa age ki taraf jhuki. Stitches phir se khinche. “Ufff…” ek chhoti si cheekh. Usne apni taange thodi si close ki taaki dard kam ho. Lekin andar se ek aur yaad aa gayi – gangbang ke end mein Dave ne uski chut ko stitches karte waqt kaha tha, “Ab yeh sirf mere aur mere doston ke liye tight rahegi. Pushpa ko kabhi pata nahi chalega.”

Srivalli ne apne aansu ko rokne ki koshish ki. Usne Pushpa ke gaal ko sehlaaya aur dheere se bola, “Main aapke liye kuch bhi kar sakti hoon… kuch bhi. Bas aap theek ho jao. Hum phir se purane din jee lenge.”

Lekin uske dil mein ek chhoti si awaaz bol rahi thi – *Kya hum sach mein jee payenge? Ya yeh stitches… yeh dard… yeh garmi… hamesha mere saath rahegi?*



Raat dheere-dheere badh rahi thi. Hospital ki corridor mein lights dim ho chuki thi. Srivalli baithi rahi – kabhi Pushpa ko dekhti, kabhi ceiling ko, kabhi apne phone ko (jo ab silent mode par tha). Uske andar ka toofan chalta raha. Bahar se woh perfect pativrata patni thi – ro rahi, sehla rahi, khayal rakh rahi. Andar se woh Dave ki stitched randi thi, jo abhi bhi kal raat ke lundon ko feel kar rahi thi.

Chapter khatam hone tak Pushpa ki neend gehri thi. Srivalli ne apna sar uske bed par rakh diya, haath uske haath mein. Aankhein band. Lekin neend nahi aane wali thi. Sirf yaadein… dard… aur agle din ka dar.

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Subah ke 8 baje hospital ka VIP ward dheere-dheere jaag raha tha. Sunlight window se andar aa rahi thi, machines ki beeping ab normal lag rahi thi. Pushpa Raj ki aankhein khuli hui thi – ab thodi si taakat aa gayi thi. Uska chehra ab peela nahi, halka sa laal tha. Family sab log aa chuke the – maa ne uske sir par haath pherte hue ro ro kar dua maangi, chacha ne fruits laaye, cousins ne uske haath pakad kar baatein ki. Pushpa ne kamzor awaaz mein sabko thanks kaha, “Meri family ne mujhe itna support diya… main wapas laut aaya hoon.”


Srivalli uske bed ke paas hi khadi thi. Raat bhar ki neend nahi aane ki wajah se uski aankhein ab bhi laal thi. Simple salwar-kameez mein bhi uska jism thaka hua dikhai de raha tha. Har baar jab woh thoda sa hilti, uski chut ke stitches khinch jaate. Jaise koi chhoti-chhoti garam taar andar se uske tight lips ko khench rahi ho. Kal raat Dave ke message ke baad se uski body mein ek constant dard aur garmi ka milan tha. Woh Pushpa ke liye muskurane ki koshish karti, lekin andar se soch rahi thi – *Yeh sab log soch rahe hain main unke liye lad rahi thi… ministers se madad maang rahi thi. Lekin asal mein main… main un logon ki stitched randi ban chuki hoon. Har step mein yeh dard yaad dilata hai ki kal raat do-do lund ek saath mere andar the.*

Tabhi door khula. Jolly Reddy andar aaya – designer shirt aur jeans mein, chehre par wohi confident smile. Haath mein ek bouquet aur sweets ka packet. “Arre Pushpa bhaiya! Dekho main aa gaya. Papa (CM Rudra) ne bhi personally poochha tha aapke baare mein. Aaj subah hi release papers final hue hain.” Sab logon ne usko thanks kiya. Pushpa ne kamzor haath milaaya, “Jolly bhai… tu ne bahut madad ki. Main kabhi nahi bhoolunga.”

Jolly ne sabko smile diya, lekin uski nazar baar-baar Srivalli par ja rahi thi. Srivalli ne usko dekha aur andar se gussa ubal aaya. Usne apni aankhein neeche kar li. Jolly ne mauka dekha – jab Srivalli paani lene ke liye corridor ki taraf gayi (doctor ne kaha tha Pushpa ko thoda fresh juice dena), Jolly uske peeche chala gaya.

Corridor ke end mein ek chhota sa corner tha – do walls ke beech, jahan se koi easily nahi dekh sakta tha. Jolly ne jaldi se Srivalli ka haath pakda aur usko us corner mein kheench liya. Srivalli shock mein reh gayi. “Jolly… kya kar rahe ho? Yahan sab log hain!”


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Jolly ne usko wall se sata diya. Uski saans tez thi. Usne ek haath se Srivalli ka chehra pakda aur zor se kiss kar diya – uske lips par apne lips rakh kar, jeebh andar daalte hue. Srivalli ki body kaanp gayi. Kiss ke saath hi uski chut ke stitches aur tight ho gaye, dard ki tez lahar neeche se upar tak pahunch gayi. “Mmmphh…” usne muh chhuraya aur dono haathon se Jolly ko zor se dhakka diya.


Jolly peeche hata. Srivalli ki aankhein laal ho chuki thi – gusse se, dard se, aur sharm se. Usne zor se saans lete hue kaha, “Tumhe pata hai un logon ne mere saath kya kiya hai… Dave, Adamath, Arab Prince… sabne mujhe randi bana diya! Gangbang kiya, surgery ki meri chut par stitches daale… har baar dard ho raha hai… aur tum… tum mujhe pyar karte ho? Tumhe pyar hai na mujhe? Phir bhi tumne sab kuch hone diya? Tum khud ne hi mujhe unke haathon becha tha! Ab yahan kiss kar rahe ho jaise kuch hua hi nahi?”

Uski awaaz mein gussa aur aansu dono the. Woh ek pal bhi ruk nahi. Usne apna pallu theek kiya, ek aur dhakka diya Jolly ko aur tez kadmon se wapas ward ki taraf chali gayi. Har kadam mein stitches khinch rahe the – dard itna tha ki uski taange thodi si limp ho gayi thi, lekin usne chhupaya. Ward mein pahunch kar woh seedhe Pushpa ke paas baith gayi, uska haath pakda aur muskurane ki koshish ki. Pushpa ko kuch nahi pata tha.


Jolly corridor mein akela reh gaya. Uska chehra laal ho gaya tha – gusse se. Usne apna muh poncha aur dheere se bola, “Saali randi… ab gussa dikhati hai? Kal raat tak toh cheekh rahi thi unke lund ke neeche.” Uski aankhein corridor ke end par gayi jahan Kaveri khadi thi – woh family ke saath baat kar rahi thi, lekin uski walk ab bhi thodi si careful thi.

Jolly ne gusse mein kadam badhaye. Usne Kaveri ka haath pakda aur bina kuch bole usko side mein ek private consultation room ki taraf kheench liya. Room khali tha – doctor ka break room jaisa, sirf ek table aur do chairs. Door band karte hi Jolly ne Kaveri ko wall se sata diya. Kaveri dar se kaanp rahi thi. “Jolly bhaiya… yahan mat… sab bahar hain… Pushpa uncle…”

Jolly ne uske chehre ko upar kiya. Uski awaaz mein abhi bhi gussa tha jo Srivalli ne jagaya tha. “Chup reh bhanji. Tum bhi ab unhi ke jaise ho. Papa ne kal raat tumhari chut faad di thi na? Ab ro rahi ho? Main tumhe yahan laaya hoon taaki yaad rahe – ek bhi galti, aur Pushpa uncle phir jail mein. Aur tum dono – Srivalli aur tu – hamesha hamari randiyan rahogi.”

Kaveri ki aankhein bhar aayi. Woh kuch bol nahi paayi. Jolly ne uske kurti ke upar haath pher diya – sirf touch, kiss nahi, lekin uski body ko feel karte hue. Kaveri ne apne aansu rokne ki koshish ki. Room ke bahar family ki awaazen aa rahi thi, lekin andar sirf dard aur dar ka sannata tha.

Srivalli ward mein baithi thi, Pushpa ke haath ko sehla rahi thi. Usne Jolly aur Kaveri ko room mein jaate dekha tha, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Uski chut ke stitches ab bhi dard de rahe the, aur uske dil mein gussa aur guilt ka toofan chal raha tha. Pushpa ne dheere se kaha, “Rani… sab theek ho jayega ab. Tumhari wajah se main bahar aaya.” Srivalli ne sirf sir hila diya aur apne aansu chhupa liye.

Yeh subah normal family reunion ki tarah thi… lekin andar se sab kuch toot raha tha. Jolly ka gussa ab Kaveri par utar raha tha, aur Srivalli ka dil ab bhi Dave ke stitches aur kal raat ke video mein band tha.

Private consultation room ka door band hote hi sannata fail gaya. Bahar corridor mein family ki halki awaazen aa rahi thi – Pushpa ki maa kisi cousin se baat kar rahi thi, doctor ki footsteps door se guzar rahi thi. Lekin andar sirf gusse ki garam saans aur dard ka sannata tha.

Jolly Reddy ka chehra ab puri tarah laal ho chuka tha. Srivalli ne usko corridor ke corner mein dhakka diya tha, uske muh par thappad jaisa gussa jaga diya tha. “Saali randi… kal raat tak toh Dave ke lund ke neeche cheekh rahi thi aur aaj mujhe dhakka de rahi hai?” Usne apne aap se hi bola, awaaz mein zeher tha. Uski nazar Kaveri par padi. Kaveri wall ke paas khadi thi, simple pink kurti aur salwar mein, aankhein neeche, body kaanp rahi thi. Uski kal raat ki chut abhi bhi CM Rudra ke rough fuck se swollen aur sore thi – lekin Jolly ko ab koi farak nahi padta tha.

“Jolly bhaiya… please… yahan mat… sab log bahar hain… Pushpa uncle…” Kaveri ki awaaz bahut halki aur darr bhari thi. Usne haathon se apni kurti ke pallu ko pakad liya, jaise khud ko bachane ki koshish kar rahi ho.

Jolly ne ek kadam badhaya. Uska haath tez se Kaveri ke kandhe par pada aur usko table ki taraf ghuma diya. “Chup kar bhanji. Tumhari bhabhi ne mera gussa jagaya hai… ab us gusse ko tumhari tight chut mein utaarunga.” Usne Kaveri ko zor se table par jhuka diya. Kaveri ka pet table ki edge se takraya, uske boobs table par dab gaye. Uski gaand upar ki taraf uth gayi thi, salwar ke upar se bhi uski juicy shape saaf dikhai de rahi thi.


Jolly ne peeche se uski salwar ki naada khol diya. Ek jhatke mein salwar neeche gir gayi – Kaveri ki nangi gaand aur chut saamne thi. Uski panty bhi sirf ek chhoti si black cotton ki thi, jo kal raat ke baad abhi bhi thodi si geeli aur stretched thi. Jolly ne uski panty ko side mein khinch kar neeche sarkaya. Kaveri ki chut ab bilkul nangi thi – pink lips abhi bhi kal raat ke bang se thode swell the, thodi si laal aur sensitive.

“Dekho… abhi bhi tight hai meri bhanji ki chut,” Jolly ne muskurate hue bola, lekin uski awaaz mein gussa tha. Usne apna muh neeche kiya aur zor se thuk diya – ek mota sa thook uski chut par gira. Thook chut ke lips par fail gaya, andar tak chala gaya. Kaveri ka sharir ek current se kaanp gaya. “Ahh… bhaiya… nahi…”

Jolly ne apna zip khola. Uska mota, laal aur veiny lund bahar nikal aaya – pehle se hi sakht aur gusse se tadap raha tha. Usne lund ko thook se geela kiya aur Kaveri ki chut ke entrance par rakh diya. Bina kisi warning ke, bina dheere se, usne ek hi zor ka dhakka diya.

“AAAHHHHHHHH…!” Kaveri ki cheekh bahut heavy aur dard bhari thi, lekin usne apna muh table par daba liya taaki bahar na jaaye. Uski tight chut abhi kal raat hi faadi gayi thi – CM Rudra ne usko pehli baar choda tha, blood aur creampie chhod kar. Ab Jolly ka mota lund ek hi jhatke mein andar tak ghusa tha. Stretched lips par tez dard ki current daud gayi. Jaise koi garam lohe ki rod andar pel di gayi ho.


“Aaaahhh… bhaiya… bahut dard ho raha hai… nikaalo… please…” Kaveri ro rahi thi, lekin uski cheekh dheemi aur chhupi hui thi. Aansu uski aankhon se beh kar table par gir rahe the. Uski chut ke muscles contract kar rahe the, lund ko andar se jakad rahe the, lekin har contraction se dard aur badh raha tha.

Jolly ne uski kamar ko dono haathon se pakad liya aur apna gussa poora nikaalne laga. “Saali… teri bhabhi ne mujhe dhakka diya… ab tu le apni bhanji wali tight chut se mera gussa!” Usne tez- tez dhakke maarne shuru kar diye – heavy, painful, bina kisi rhythm ke. Har dhakke mein uska lund poora andar tak ghusta, balls tak takrata, aur phir bahar nikal kar phir se andar. Kaveri ki chut ke lips har baar stretch ho rahe the, thook aur uski apni chut ki geeli juice ke saath mil kar chikna sound nikal raha tha – puch… puch… puch…

“Uff… ahhh… ahhh… Jolly bhaiya… dheere… meri chut phat jayegi… aaaahhh!” Kaveri ke muh se sirf chhoti-chhoti roti hui cheekhein nikal rahi thi. Woh table ko dono haathon se pakde hue thi, uske boobs table par dab rahe the, nipples hard ho chuke the dard aur forced sensation se. Har dhakke ke saath uski body aage-piche hil rahi thi. Uski chut abhi bhi bahut tight thi – kal raat ka naya naya bang aur ab yeh rough pounding. Dard itna tha ki uski taange kaanp rahi thi, lekin Jolly ne usko rokne nahi diya.

Jolly ka gussa ab poora nikal raha tha. Har thrust ke saath woh bol raha tha, “Teri bhabhi… Srivalli… usne mujhe reject kiya… lekin tu… tu meri randi bhanji hai… le… le aur zor se… teri tight chut mujhe thanda kar rahi hai!” Usne ek haath se Kaveri ke baal pakad liye aur uska sar peeche khinch liya, dusre haath se uski kamar ko aur zor se pakad kar dhakke tez kar diye. Ab woh bilkul animal jaisa fuck kar raha tha – heavy, fast, painful. Kaveri ki chut ke andar se thoda sa blood mix juice nikal raha tha, table ke edge par tapak raha tha.

Kaveri sirf ro rahi thi – halke-halke sobs, “Aaaahhh… bahut dard… main mar jaungi… please bhaiya… bas karo…” Lekin uski body betray kar rahi thi. Dard ke saath hi ek ajab si garmi bhi fail rahi thi. Uski chut ke muscles lund ko andar se jakad rahe the, jaise khud hi usko andar rakhna chahti ho. Har dhakke mein uski gaand hil rahi thi, chhoti si ‘puch puch’ awaaz room mein goonj rahi thi.

Jolly ka chehra paseene se tar tha. Usne apna pura zor laga diya – 4-5 minute tak non-stop heavy pounding. Kaveri ki chut ab poori tarah uske lund ke shape mein stretch ho chuki thi. Woh table par leti hui thi, aankhein band, muh khula, laar tapak rahi thi. “Ahhh… ahhh… ahhhh…” har thrust ke saath uski halki cheekh nikal rahi thi.

Aakhir mein Jolly ne zor se ek final dhakka maara, poora lund andar tak ghusa diya aur ruk gaya. Uska lund andar hi phadakne laga – garam-garam cum ki dhaar Kaveri ki chut ke andar bharne lagi. “Le… le meri bhanji… pura maal le… yeh tera reward hai… aur Srivalli ka gussa bhi!” Cum itna zyada tha ki stitches jaisa feel ho raha tha – thoda sa bahar leak ho kar uski thighs par behne laga.

Kaveri ka sharir ek final current se kaanp gaya. Woh table par leti rahi, roti rahi, chut se dard aur cum ka mix nikal raha tha. Jolly ne lund bahar nikaala – ek chhoti si ‘plop’ awaaz ke saath. Usne apna zip band kiya aur Kaveri ki panty upar kheench di. Salwar bhi theek kar di.

“Ab bahar ja… normal ban ke. Ek bhi awaaz nikal toh Pushpa uncle phir jail. Samjhi?” Jolly ne uske gaal par thappad mara – pyar jaisa nahi, warning jaisa.

Kaveri ne aansu ponchhe, kapde theek kiye aur limping walk se door ki taraf badhi. Uski chut ab dobara se jal rahi thi – kal raat CM Rudra, ab Jolly ka rough fuck. Har kadam mein dard tha, lekin usne bahar jaate hue muskurane ki koshish ki.

Jolly room mein akela reh gaya, saans tez. Uska gussa thoda thanda hua tha… lekin abhi bhi andar se jal raha tha. Bahar ward mein Srivalli Pushpa ke paas baithi thi, uska haath pakde hue, bilkul anjaan ki tarah muskurati hui. Kaveri bahar aayi aur chup-chaap family ke saath baith gayi. Kisi ko kuch nahi pata tha – na Srivalli ko, na Pushpa ko, na family ko




Doctor ne subah 11 baje ward mein aakar final check kiya. Pushpa Raj ki reports normal thi – jail ke dino ki thakaan ab kam ho chuki thi, blood pressure theek, wounds heal hone lage the. “Mr. Pushpa, aap discharge ho sakte hain. Bas ghar par rest kijiye, koi tension nahi, koi heavy kaam nahi. Wife aur family khayal rakhengi.” Doctor ne muskurate hue Srivalli ki taraf dekha. Srivalli ne sir hila diya, aankhein neeche kiye hue. Uske andar se ek halki si relief ki saans nikli, lekin saath hi uski chut ke stitches phir se khinch gaye jab woh chair se uthi. “Aaaahh…” ek bahut halki si saans uske muh se nikal gayi, lekin usne turant control kar liya.

Family ne sab kuch arrange kar liya tha. Pushpa ko wheelchair par baithaya gaya. Maa ne uske sar par haath pherte hue ro diya, “Beta, ghar chalo… sab theek ho jayega.” Chacha aur cousins ne usko support kiya. Srivalli Pushpa ke bilkul paas thi – uska haath uske kandhe par, salwar-kameez ke pallu ko theek karti hui. Har kadam mein uski chut ke stitches aur tight feel ho rahe the. Jaise har movement ke saath Dave ki surgery yaad dilati ja rahi thi – kal raat ka double vaginal stretch, stitches ki wajah se ab har baar tight aur sensitive. Woh muskurane ki koshish karti, lekin neeche se dard ki tez lahar daud jaati.

Hospital se nikalte hi do gaadiyan ready thi. Pushpa ko pehli gaadi mein baithaya gaya, Srivalli uske paas. Kaveri dusri gaadi mein family ke saath. Kaveri ab bhi chup thi – kal subah Jolly ke rough fuck ke baad uski chut abhi bhi jal rahi thi. Har baar jab gaadi hilti, usko lagta jaise andar se kuch phat raha ho. Uski maa ne uske gaal par haath rakh kar poocha, “Beta Kaveri, tu bahut thaki hui lag rahi hai… college ka stress?” Kaveri ne halki si muskaan se jhooth bol diya, “Haan maa… thoda zyada assignments the. Ab theek ho jaungi.” Usne apni taange cross karke baithi taaki chut ka dard chhupa sake. Kisi ko kuch nahi pata tha.

Haveli pahunchte hi pura ghar sajaya hua tha. Maangal sutra aur phoolon ke haar darwaze par. Family ne Pushpa ko andar le aaya. Woh dheere-dheere apne bedroom tak pahuncha – uska apna bada sa king-size bed, jahan pehle Srivalli ke saath kitni raatein guzari thi. Pushpa ne kamzor awaaz mein kaha, “Meri rani… meri bhanji… dono ne mujhe bachaya. Main bahut lucky hoon.” Sab logon ne taaliyan bajayi. Srivalli ne usko bed par sulaya, uske sir ke neeche pillow lagaya. Uske boobs jab thoda sa jhuke, stitches phir se khinche – usne apna lip bite kar liya taaki cheekh na nikal jaaye.

Ghar ka welcome simple tha. Kitchen mein maa aur chachi ne Pushpa ke favourite dishes banaye – dal, roti, sabzi, aur thoda sa mithai. Sab log drawing room mein baith gaye. Pushpa bed par let kar hi baat kar raha tha. “Srivalli… tu ne ministers se madad maangi… Kaveri ne Jolly bhai se baat ki… CM uncle ne personally help ki… main kabhi nahi bhoolunga.” Srivalli uske paas baithi thi, uske haath ko sehla rahi thi. Har baar jab woh khadi hoti aur plate serve karti, uski chut ke andar stitches khinch jaate. Dard itna tez tha ki uski thighs thoda sa kaanp jaati. *Yeh sab log soch rahe hain main pativrata hoon… lekin yeh stitches… yeh dard… har baar mujhe Dave ke lund ki yaad dilate hain,* usne andar hi andar socha. Aansu ki boond aankh mein aa gayi, lekin usne ponchh li.



Kaveri kitchen mein help kar rahi thi. Woh chup-chaap plates nikaal rahi thi, lekin har movement mein uski chut jal rahi thi – Jolly ka mota lund kal subah hi usko table par jhuka kar chod kar gaya tha, cum abhi bhi andar thoda sa leak ho raha tha. Uski maa ne phir se poocha, “Beta, tu theek toh hai na? Chehra laal lag raha hai.” Kaveri ne jaldi se kaha, “Haan maa… bas thakawat hai. Pushpa uncle ghar aa gaye, sab theek ho jayega.” Woh muskurayi, lekin andar se ro rahi thi.

Tabhi darwaza khula. Jolly Reddy andar aaya – haath mein mithai ka bada sa packet aur fruits. “Arre Pushpa bhaiya! Ghar aa gaye? Bahut khushi ki baat hai.” Sab logon ne usko gale lagaya. Pushpa ne kamzor smile kiya, “Jolly bhai… tu aur CM uncle… mera asli bhagwan.” Jolly ne Srivalli ki taraf dekha. Usne usko ek plate par chai di – unki aankhein ek pal ke liye mili. Srivalli ki nazar mein gussa aur dar dono the, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Jolly ne muskurate hue chai li aur bola, “Srivalli bhabhi ne bahut mehnat ki hai… sabko pata hai.” Srivalli ne sirf sir hila diya aur wapas Pushpa ke paas chali gayi. Uske andar Dave ka last message ghum raha tha – “Stitches check karwa lena… next meet jaldi.”

Shaam hone tak ghar mein halki si khushi thi. Pushpa ne sabko thanks kiya. Raat ko family ne dinner kiya aur dheere-dheere sab apne rooms mein chle gaye. Sirf Srivalli Pushpa ke bedroom mein thi.

Bedroom ka light dim tha. Pushpa bed par let gaya tha. Usne Srivalli ka haath pakda aur dheere se kaha, “Rani… aa ja mere paas. Itne dino baad… mujhe tera sparsh chahiye.” Srivalli ne muskurate hue uske paas let gayi, lekin thoda sa door rakha. Usne apni salwar-kameez ko theek kiya taaki Pushpa uske body ko touch na kar sake. Pushpa ne uske kamar par haath rakhne ki koshish ki, lekin Srivalli ne halke se uska haath hata diya. “Pushpa ji… aap abhi weak hain… doctor ne kaha hai rest karo. Main yahin hoon aapke paas.” Usne uske maathe ko chuma.

Pushpa ne aankhein band kar li aur bola, “Ab sab theek ho jayega, rani. Humara empire wapas banayenge. Tu aur main… purane din jee lenge.” Srivalli ne sir hila diya, lekin uski aankhein bhar aayi. Usne apna muh dusri taraf ghuma liya taaki Pushpa na dekh sake. Uski chut ke stitches ab raat ke sannate mein aur zyada feel ho rahe the – har saans ke saath khinch rahe the. *Purane din? Dave ka lund, Jolly ka gussa, Kaveri ke saath jo kuch bhi ho raha hai… sab chhupa kar main kaise jeeungi?* Usne apne aansu chhupaye aur Pushpa ke haath ko pakad liya.



Ghar ka sannata fail gaya tha. Haveli ke bahar security lights jal rahi thi. Pushpa so chuka tha. Srivalli baithi thi, ceiling ko dekhti hui. Uske phone par vibration hua – Dave ka naya message: “Stitched randi… ghar pahunch gayi? Kal subah ready rehna.” Usne phone band kar diya aur apne pet par haath rakh kar stitches ko halke se dabaaya. Dard aur guilt ka milan uske andar jal raha tha.

Yeh ghar wapas aane ki raat normal family reunion ki tarah thi… lekin Srivalli aur Kaveri dono ke andar alag-alag toofan chal rahe the. Pushpa ko kuch nahi pata tha. Sab kuch chhupa hua tha… abhi ke liye.

Do din baad, shaam ke 7:30 baje Dave ke sprawling luxury villa ke private study room mein mahoul bilkul business aur masti ka mila-jula tha. Badi si glass wall se jungle ki green hills dikhai de rahi thi, andar soft golden lights jal rahi thi. Ek bada mahogany table par whisky aur red wine ke bottles khule hue the. Jolly Reddy sofa par relaxed baitha tha, designer black shirt mein, haath mein wine glass. Uske saamne Dave – tall, sharp-suited American businessman – apne laptop aur contract papers ke saath baitha tha. Dono ke chehron par wohi victorious smirk tha jo sirf un logon ke chehre par aata hai jo ek bada khel jeet chuke hon.

Dave ne apna glass uthaya aur Jolly ki taraf badhaya. “To the final signature, my friend. This $500 million steel and logistics deal is going to change everything for your empire.” Usne pen uthaya aur papers par ek bold signature kar diya. Ink dry hote hi usne papers Jolly ki taraf slide kar diye. “Done. Wire transfer bhi abhi initiate ho gaya hai. Steel orders, export permits, cash flow – sab kuch finalized. Pushpa ke sandalwood connections se linked logistics network ab officially hamara hai.”

Jolly ne glass se ek bada sip liya, wine ki garam lahar uske gale se neeche utri. Usne muskurate hue bola, “Perfect, Dave. Main ne kaha tha na – deal tumhara, price meri taraf se complete. Srivalli… woh tumhari plate mein thi jitne din tum chahte the. Ab woh period khatam. Tumne enjoy kiya uski chudai?”

Dave ne peeche lean kiya, apni blue aankhon mein abhi bhi woh dirty hunger chamak raha tha. Usne apna glass table par rakha aur ek sadistic smile ke saath English mein bola, “Oh man, Jolly… enjoyed her? Fuck, I destroyed that tight Indian pussy. The way her big tits bounced when I choked her and pounded her from behind… that stitched cunt you let me have after the gangbang? It was insane, brother. Every thrust felt like I was breaking a brand new virgin hole again. She was screaming, squirting all over my cock while her stitched lips gripped me so fucking hard. Double vaginal with my boys? She took it like a pro, moaning louder than any slut I’ve ever had. That pure pativrata rani turned into my personal cum-dump for those nights… best investment of my life.”

Dono ek saath zor se hasne lage. Jolly ka hasna gehra aur dark tha, Dave ka American laugh loud aur satisfied. Room mein unki hansi ki goonj goonj rahi thi jaise unhone koi bada scam successfully pull off kiya ho.

Tabhi study room ka door dheere se khula. Emily andar aayi – Dave ki beautiful American wife, tight black cocktail dress mein, blonde hair open, makeup fresh. Woh confident steps se andar aayi aur seedhe Dave ke paas jaakar uske bagal mein baith gayi. Usne Dave ke thigh par haath rakh diya aur Jolly ki taraf dekha, ek knowing smile ke saath.



Jolly ne apna glass uthaya aur Emily ki taraf ishara kiya. Usne Dave se bola, “Dave, teri wife Emily was awesome, man. Never had so much fun with any white woman. Uski pink anal… aur woh way she sucked and begged for more… pure fire. Main toh soch raha tha ki desi randiyon se better kuch nahi, lekin teri Emily ne sabko peeche chhod diya. Full night maine usko bend karke choda aur woh har thrust par chillayi thi jaise kabhi nahi chudi ho.”

Dave zor se hasa, Emily ke kandhe par haath rakh kar usko apne se chipka liya. “Haha, glad you enjoyed the trade, Jolly. Fair deal – you gave me Srivalli’s tight stitched Indian pussy for the period, I gave you my wife’s holes. Both sides won big time.” Emily ne sharmate hue muskuraya, lekin uske cheeks laal ho gaye the yaadein yaad aane se.

Dono phir se hasne lage. Dave ne apna laptop band kiya aur papers ko folder mein rakha. “Deal complete, my friend. Steel, logistics, cash – sab kuch signed and delivered. Srivalli ka period bhi khatam. Ab next phase pe focus karte hain… but for tonight, I’m taking my wife back to the suite.”

Dave ne Emily ka haath pakda aur uth khada hua. Emily bhi uske saath uthi, uske hips hilte hue. Jolly ne dono ko bye kiya, “Enjoy the night, Dave. Aur haan… agar phir kabhi Srivalli ki chudai ka mood ho toh bata dena. Period toh khatam hua, lekin game abhi bhi on hai.”

Dave ne ek last wink maara aur English mein bola, “You bet, Jolly. That Indian goddess was unforgettable. See you soon, partner.” Dono – Dave aur Emily – room se bahar nikal gaye. Unke footsteps corridor mein goonjte hue door tak gaye.

Jolly akela reh gaya. Usne apna wine glass uthaya, ek aur sip liya aur muskuraya. Papers table par the – signed, sealed, $500 million ka deal. Srivalli ka “price” poora kar diya gaya tha uske liye. Ab Pushpa ghar par theek tha, family normal life jee rahi thi… lekin Jolly jaanta tha ki yeh sirf shuruaat thi. Usne phone nikala aur ek message type kiya – Srivalli ke naam se nahi, lekin uske future ke liye.


Villa ke bahar Dave ki car lights jal uthi aur nikal gayi. Raat aur gehri ho rahi thi. Haveli mein Srivalli abhi bhi Pushpa ke paas baithi hogi, stitches ka dard chhupate hue… bilkul anjaan ki tarah.

Lekin game abhi khatam nahi hua tha. Sirf ek chapter khatam hua tha.

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Maa bani classmate iska update kb aaega ???

Soon, As i am thinking about climax, need an creative break from that story.

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Kuch hafte guzar chuke the. Haveli mein sab kuch bilkul normal lag raha tha – jaise woh dino ki gandi raatein kabhi hui hi nahi. Pushpa Raj ab poori tarah se heal ho chuka tha. Jail ke dino ki thakaan ab sirf yaad reh gayi thi. Woh subah garden mein baith kar apne purane plans par baat karta, family ke saath chai peeta, aur dheere-dheere apne empire ko wapas khada karne ki baatein karta. Uski awaaz mein ab purani taakat laut aane lagi thi. “Rani… ab sab theek ho jayega. Hum phir se purane din jee lenge,” woh har subah Srivalli se kehta aur uska haath pakad leta. Pushpa ko kuch nahi pata tha – na stitches ke dard ka, na us raaton ka jismein uski rani aur bhanji dono ko alag-alag tarike se toota gaya tha.


Srivalli bhi ab heal ho rahi thi. Dave ki surgery ke stitches ab dheere-dheere kamzor pad chuke the. Ab har kadam mein woh purana tez dard nahi hota tha, lekin kabhi-kabhi jab woh jhukti ya tez chalti, tab bhi ek halki si current neeche se upar tak jaati. Woh ab perfect pativrata patni ban chuki thi – subah uth kar Pushpa ko nashta banati, uske kapde ready karti, shaam ko saath baith kar baatein karti. Family ke saamne woh muskurati rehti, maa ji ke saath kitchen mein madad karti, aur Kaveri ke saath bhi normal baatein karti. Lekin raat ko jab Pushpa so jata, Srivalli akeli baith kar apne phone ko dekhti. Dave ka koi message nahi aaya tha in hafto mein, lekin uski body abhi bhi yaad rakhti thi – woh raatein, woh lund, woh double chudai. Woh apne pet par haath rakh kar sochti, *Yeh sab chhup gaya hai… lekin andar se main abhi bhi unki hoon. Pushpa ji ko kuch nahi pata… aur main unko kabhi bata nahi sakti.* Bahar se woh bilkul normal thi – sukoon bhari, pyar bhari, pativrata rani.

Kaveri ki zindagi bhi surface par normal chal rahi thi. College jaati, ghar aati, maa ke saath baatein karti, Pushpa uncle ke liye fruits kaat kar deti. Uski limp walk ab bilkul gayab ho chuki thi. Kal raat ke dard aur Jolly ke rough dhakkon ki yaadein ab sirf raat ko sapno mein aati thi. Woh ab college ke kapdon mein hi rehti – simple kurti aur jeans, aankhein neeche, chehra innocent. Family sochti thi ki woh ab theek hai – “Beta Kaveri college stress se thak jaati hai, bas.” Lekin andar se Kaveri har din dar ke saath jeeti thi. Har phone vibration se uska dil dhadak jata. Jolly ka number save tha, lekin kabhi-kabhi unknown number se message aata tha jo usko yaad dilata tha ki woh abhi bhi unke control mein hai.



Us din subah 8:15 baje tha. Kaveri apne room mein ready ho rahi thi jab uska phone vibrate hua. Ek unknown number se message aaya tha – short aur clear:

“College ke peeche back gate par subah 9 baje wait karna. Akeli aana. Kisi ko kuch mat bolna.”

Kaveri ka dil zor se dhak se reh gaya. Uski ungliyan phone par kaanp gayi. *Yeh Jolly bhaiya hi honge… phir se… phir se wohi…* Usne message delete kar diya aur phone ko bag mein rakh diya. Maa ne bahar se awaaz lagayi, “Kaveri beta, breakfast ready hai. College ja rahi hai na aaj?” Kaveri ne apni awaaz ko normal banaya aur bola, “Haan maa… aaj important lecture hai. Jaldi jaana hai.” Usne jaldi se kurti aur jeans pehni, bag uthaya aur niche aa gayi. Maa ne uske sar par haath pher kar kaha, “Theek se khana kha lena beta. Pushpa uncle ko bhi bata dena maine tiffin bheja hai.” Kaveri ne sir hila diya, muskurane ki koshish ki aur ghar se nikal gayi.

Gaadi chalate hue uske dimag mein sirf ek hi baat ghum rahi thi – *Yeh kya hoga aaj? Jolly bhaiya ne itne hafte chup kyun the? Kya woh phir se mujhe… phir se meri chut mein…* Uski thighs thodi si close ho gayi. College ke raste par woh soch rahi thi ki kaise woh pehle bhi aise hi messages par gayi thi aur har baar uski body ko aur zyada tootne diya tha. Lekin aaj kuch alag feel ho raha tha. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si sensitive thi – purane dino ki chudai ki yaadein ab bhi kabhi-kabhi jalati thi.

College pahunch kar woh seedhe back gate ki taraf gayi. Yeh jagah college ke peeche thi – purani building ke peeche ek chhota sa parking area, jahan zyadatar time koi nahi aata tha. Subah 9 baje ke karib tha. Kaveri ne apni gaadi side mein park ki aur bahar nikal kar wait karne lagi. Usne bag ko dono haathon se pakad liya, aankhein idhar-udhar ghuma rahi thi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. *Jolly bhaiya… jaldi aa jao… jo karna hai kar lo… bas Pushpa uncle ko kuch mat batao…*

Tabhi ek badi si black SUV dheere se aayi aur uske bilkul paas ruk gayi. Door khula. Kaveri ne umeed se dekha – lekin uska chehra safed pad gaya.

Car se utarne wala aadmi Jolly nahi tha.

Woh CM Rudra Reddy tha – Jolly ka baap, wohi powerful politician jiski umar 55 ke aas-paas thi, lekin body abhi bhi solid aur commanding thi. White kurta-pajama mein, chashma, aur uske chehre par wohi confident, hungry smile jo Kaveri ne pehli baar villa mein dekha tha. Usi raat jab usne Kaveri ko pehli baar choda tha – uski virginity li thi, uski chut ko faad kar, uske boobs ko chus kar, aur usko apni god mein baithakar zor-zor se chudai ki thi.

CM Rudra ne car ka door band kiya aur seedhe Kaveri ke paas aaya. Uski awaaz dheemi lekin authoritative thi, “Kaveri beti… aa gayi? Bahut achha. Main soch raha tha ki shayad tu aane se darr jaayegi.”

Kaveri ke pair thande pad gaye. Uski aankhein phail gayi. “CM uncle… aap? Main… main toh soch rahi thi Jolly bhaiya…” Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Usne peeche ek kadam badhaya, lekin CM ne ek haath se uska kandha pakad liya – pyar jaisa nahi, control jaisa.

“Jolly toh aaj busy hai beti. Main ne hi message bheja tha. Ab chup-chaap car mein baith. Bahut din ho gaye… teri tight chut ko yaad aa raha tha.” CM Rudra ne muskurate hue bola, uski nazar Kaveri ke boobs par ghum gayi jo kurti ke neeche se saaf dikhai de rahe the.

Kaveri ki body kaanp rahi thi. Uski chut mein ek purani si jalan phir se jag gayi – usi raat ki yaadein jab CM ne usko bed par litaya tha, uski taange failayi thi, aur pehli baar andar ghusa tha. Blood aur dard ke saath uski pehli chudai… ab phir se wohi aadmi saamne khada tha. Usne apne aansu rokne ki koshish ki aur dheere se car ki taraf badhi. *Yeh kyun… kyun phir se… main college jaane ka jhooth bol kar aayi thi… ab kya hoga?*

CM Rudra ne car ka back door khola aur Kaveri ko andar dhakel diya. Woh khud bhi andar baith gaya aur door band kar diya. Car tinted glass ki thi – bahar se koi dekh nahi sakta tha. Engine on hote hi car dheere se college ke peeche se nikal gayi.



Kaveri seat par baithi thi, haath god mein, aankhein neeche. CM Rudra uske paas baitha tha, uski taang se apni taang sata kar. Uski awaaz mein wohi purani garmi thi, “Beti… itne hafte baad bhi teri yaad aa rahi thi. Aaj tujhe thoda time dunga… bas yaad dilane ke liye ki tu abhi bhi hamari hai. Pushpa bhaiya ghar par theek hain na? Unko mat batana… warna sab khatam.”

Kaveri ne sirf sir hila diya. Uske andar ek naya toofan uth raha tha – dar, sharm, aur woh purani feeling jab CM ne usko apni god mein baithakar choda tha. Car jungle ki taraf badh rahi thi. Bahar subah ki normal duniya chal rahi thi – log college ja rahe the, family ghar par thi… lekin Kaveri phir se usi andhere mein ja rahi thi jahan se uski innocence chheen li gayi thi.


Car ki tinted windows ke peeche se duniya bilkul alag ho chuki thi. College ke peeche wali sadak chhod kar SUV ab jungle ki gehri wadi mein ghus chuki thi – ek bilkul secluded jagah, jahan sirf ped-paudhe aur chhoti si nadi ki awaaz thi. Koi insaan nahi, koi gaadi nahi, sirf sannata aur subah ki thandi hawa. Driver ne car ko ek chhote se clearing mein rok diya aur bahar nikal kar door band kar diya – jaise yeh routine ho.

CM Rudra Reddy ne apni seat ko peeche slide kiya aur apni god mein haath patak kar Kaveri ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhein mein wohi purani bhook thi jo usne pehle villa mein dikhayi thi. “Aa ja beti… mere lap par baith. Bahut din ho gaye teri chut ko taste kiye hue.”



Kaveri ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Uski ungliyan god mein kaanp rahi thi. “CM uncle… please… yahan mat… main… main college ja rahi thi…” Uski awaaz bahut halki aur roti hui thi, lekin Rudra ne uska haath pakad kar ek jhatke se apni god mein kheench liya. Kaveri ab uski god mein baith gayi thi – uski juicy gaand Rudra ke thighs par dab rahi thi, uski back uske solid chest se chipki hui. Rudra ne dono haathon se uski kamar ko pakad liya aur usko apne se aur tight chipka diya.

“Shhh… chup kar bhanji. Teri tight chut abhi bhi mujhe yaad hai. Pehli baar jab maine teri virginity li thi… woh blood aur woh teri cheekhein… aaj bas thoda sa taste karunga. Bite by bite.” Rudra ki awaaz dheemi aur hungry thi. Usne Kaveri ke baal ek taraf kiye aur uske neck par apna muh laga diya. Pehle ek halka sa kiss, phir ek chhota sa bite – uske sensitive skin ko apne daanton se pakad kar dheere se chusne laga.

“Aaahhh…” Kaveri ki halki si cheekh nikal gayi. Uski body ek current se kaanp gayi. Neck par woh bite abhi bhi jal raha tha. Rudra ne apni jeebh bahar nikaali aur uske neck ko lick karne laga – slow, wet, long licks jaise koi ice cream chus raha ho. Har lick ke saath uske muh se ek chhoti si “mmm” awaaz nikal rahi thi. “Bahut tasty hai teri skin beti… bilkul fresh aur sweet.”



Kaveri ke aansu behne lage. Woh apne haathon se Rudra ke chest ko dhakelne ki koshish kar rahi thi lekin uski taakat nahi thi. “Uncle… please… ghar par sab soch rahe hain main college mein hoon… aap… aap mat karo…” Lekin Rudra ne uski kurti ke upar haath daal diya. Ek jhatke mein usne kurti ke buttons khol diye. Uski pink bra saamne thi – simple aur innocent. Rudra ne bra ke cup ko neeche kheench diya aur Kaveri ke bade-bade boobs bahar aa gaye.

“Wah… dekho yeh mamme… itne din baad bhi kitne tight aur pink hain.” Rudra ne ek boob ko apne haath mein pakda, usko squeeze kiya aur phir apna muh laga diya. Pehle nipple ko jeebh se lick kiya, phir pura muh mein le kar chusne laga – bite by bite, dheere-dheere. Uski daant nipple ko halke se kaat rahi thi, phir jeebh se chus raha tha. Dusre boob ko haath se masalte hue woh bol raha tha, “Mmm… teri body ka taste bilkul alag hai… jaise koi naya fruit ho… juicy aur sweet.”

Kaveri ki saansen tez ho gayi thi. Uski chut abhi bhi pehle wale dino ki chudai se thodi sensitive thi. Har bite aur lick ke saath uski body react kar rahi thi – nipples hard ho gaye the, chut mein ek ajab si garmi fail rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… uncle… dard ho raha hai… please dheere…” Woh ro rahi thi, lekin uski gaand Rudra ki god mein apne aap hil rahi thi.

Rudra ne has kar usko aur tight pakad liya. Usne Kaveri ko thoda sa upar uthaya aur uski jeans ki zip khol di. Ek jhatke mein jeans aur panty dono neeche sarkayi gayi – sirf uski taange tak. Ab Kaveri ki chut bilkul nangi thi – pink lips abhi bhi thodi swollen, lekin bilkul clean aur tight. Rudra ne apni ek ungli se uski chut ke lips ko chhua aur dheere se upar-neeche ghumaya.

“Bahut geeli ho gayi hai beti… dekho kitni juicy hai teri chut.” Usne ungli ko apne muh mein daal kar chus liya aur phir Kaveri ko god mein ghuma diya taaki uski back uske chest se lagi rahe aur chut seedhe uske muh ke saamne ho. Rudra ne apna muh neeche kiya aur pehla bite diya – chut ke upper lips ko apne hothon se pakad kar dheere se chus liya.



“Uffff… aaaahhhh!” Kaveri ki cheekh zor se nikal gayi. Uski taange kaanp rahi thi. Rudra ki jeebh ab chut ke andar ghusi thi – slow, long licks, har fold ko taste karte hue. Woh bite by bite chakh raha tha – pehle outer lips, phir clit ko jeebh se thoda sa kaat kar chusna, phir andar tak jeebh ghumana. Har lick ke saath uske muh se “mmm… bahut tasty… teri chut ka ras alag hai beti” ki awaaz nikal rahi thi.

Kaveri dono haathon se car ki seat ko pakde hue thi. Aansu uske gaalon par beh rahe the. “Uncle… please… meri chut… bahut sensitive hai… aaaahhh… mat chuso…” Lekin uski body betray kar rahi thi. Chut se clear juice nikal raha tha aur Rudra usko pura taste kar raha tha – jeebh andar-bahar, hothon se chusna, daanton se halka bite. Har bite ke saath Kaveri ki body ek current se kaanp jaati.

Rudra ne apne dono haathon se Kaveri ki gaand ko pakad liya aur usko apne muh par aur tight daba diya. Ab woh poori tarah se uski chut ko eat kar raha tha – noisy, wet, hungry licks. “Mmm… le beti… apni chut ka pura ras de… main bite by bite taste kar raha hoon… teri virginity wali chut ab meri favourite ho gayi hai.” Uski jeebh clit par tez- tez ghum rahi thi aur andar tak ghus rahi thi.

Kaveri ki saans phool rahi thi. Uski aankhein band thi, muh khula tha, laar tapak rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… uncle… aaahhh… bahut… bahut ho raha hai…” Uski chut ab poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi, Rudra ka muh uske juice se chamak raha tha. Woh bite by bite taste kar raha tha – har inch ko chus kar, lick kar, aur dheere se kaat kar.



Car ke bahar jungle ka sannata tha. Andar sirf Kaveri ki halki cheekhein aur Rudra ki wet licking ki awaazen thi. Kaveri abhi bhi soch rahi thi – *Yeh kyun ho raha hai… Pushpa uncle ghar par theek hain… maa soch rahi hogi main college mein hoon… aur main yahan… uncle ki god mein… meri chut chuswa rahi hoon…*

Rudra ne apna muh thoda sa upar kiya, uske hoth Kaveri ke chut ke juice se tar the. Usne muskurate hue bola, “Abhi toh sirf taste kiya hai beti… ab asli chudai shuru karte hain.”

CM Rudra Reddy ne apna muh thoda sa upar kiya. Uski hoth aur jeebh Kaveri ki chut ke juice se chamak rahe the. Usne jeebh bahar nikaali aur ek lambi si lick di – pura chut ke lips se clit tak. “Mmm… bahut tasty ras aa raha hai beti… teri chut ab bilkul geeli ho chuki hai. Ab main isko drink karunga… pura ka pura.”

Kaveri ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Uski taange Rudra ki god mein kaanp rahi thi. “Uncle… please… bahut ho gaya… meri chut jal rahi hai… aaaahhh…” Lekin Rudra ne uski gaand ko dono haathon se aur zor se pakad liya aur usko apne muh par tight daba diya. Ab woh poori tarah se uski chut ko drink kar raha tha – jeebh andar ghusakar chut ke andar ka saara ras chus raha tha, hothon se lips ko pakad kar zor-zor se suck kar raha tha jaise koi juicy fruit ho.

Puch… puch… puch… wet sucking ki awaazen car ke andar goonj rahi thi. Rudra ki jeebh tez- tez andar-bahar ho rahi thi, har baar chut ke andar se fresh juice nikal kar uske muh mein ja raha tha. Woh swallow kar raha tha – loud gulping sounds ke saath. “Gulp… mmm… bahut sweet hai teri chut ka pani beti… pehle wali chudai ke baad bhi itna fresh… main pura drink kar raha hoon… le… aur nikal… apna ras de mujhe.”

Kaveri ki body ek current se kaanp gayi. Uski chut ke muscles contract kar rahe the. “Aaaahhhh… uncle… bahut zor se… meri chut… aaaahhh… nikal raha hai…” Uske aansu beh rahe the, lekin saath hi ek ajab si garmi neeche se upar tak fail rahi thi. Uski chut se ek tez dhaar nikli – clear aur thick juice Rudra ke muh mein bhar gaya. Rudra ne muh nahi hataya. Usne pura ras drink kar liya – jeebh se andar tak ghuma kar saaf kiya, hothon se chus kar last drop tak piya. Uska muh aur chin ab bilkul tar the, Kaveri ke chut ke ras se chamak rahe the.

“Bahut achha beti… teri pussy drink karne ka maza alag hi hai… ab teri gaand ka number hai.” Rudra ne muskurate hue bola. Usne Kaveri ko thoda sa upar uthaya aur usko god mein ghuma diya taaki ab uski gaand seedhe uske muh ke saamne ho. Kaveri ki juicy gaand ab bilkul nangi thi – pink aur tight hole, pehle wali chudai ke baad bhi abhi bhi sensitive.

Rudra ne dono haathon se Kaveri ki gaand ke cheeks ko faila diya. Uski tight pink ass hole saaf dikhai de raha tha. Usne pehle ek lambi si jeebh lick di – gaand ke hole se lekar upar tak. “Mmm… yeh toh aur tasty hai… bilkul clean aur tight.”

“Aaaahhhh… uncle… nahi… wahan mat… meri gaand… sharm aa rahi hai…” Kaveri ki cheekh nikal gayi. Uski body ek zor se kaanp gayi. Lekin Rudra ne koi sunai nahi di. Usne apni jeebh ko point kiya aur seedhe ass hole par laga diya. Pehle dheere-dheere circle banate hue lick kiya, phir jeebh ko andar thoda sa push kiya – wet aur warm.


Rudra ab poori tarah se Kaveri ki gaand eat kar raha tha. Jebhh andar-bahar, hothon se hole ko chus raha tha, daanton se halke se bite kar raha tha. “Mmm… teri gaand ka taste bilkul alag hai beti… juicy aur tight… main ise bhi drink kar raha hoon… pura ka pura.” Uski jeebh tez ho chuki thi – deep rimming, noisy licking, sucking sounds car ke sannate mein goonj rahe the. Har lick ke saath Kaveri ki gaand thodi si khul rahi thi aur Rudra uske andar tak taste kar raha tha.

Kaveri dono haathon se car ki seat ko pakde hue thi. Uski aankhein band thi, muh khula tha, laar tapak rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut gandi feeling ho rahi hai… meri gaand… aaaahhh… please nikaalo jeebh…” Lekin uski body phir se betray kar rahi thi. Gaand ke andar se ek naya si sensation fail rahi thi – dard ke saath maza bhi. Uski chut abhi bhi leak kar rahi thi, juice uski thighs par beh raha tha.

Rudra ne ek haath se Kaveri ki chut ko bhi rub karna shuru kar diya jabki dusra haath gaand ko failaye hue tha. Uski jeebh ab full speed mein ass hole ke andar ghum rahi thi – wet, deep, hungry eating. “Le beti… teri gaand bhi ab meri ho gayi… main ise bhi chus raha hoon… mmm… bahut tight aur tasty… teri virginity wali gaand ab poori tarah meri hai.”

Jungle ke bahar subah ki hawa chal rahi thi, ped ki pattiyan hil rahi thi. Car ke andar sirf Kaveri ki halki roti cheekhein aur Rudra ki wet ass eating ki noisy awaazen thi. Kaveri ab sirf ro rahi thi – sharm, dar aur forced pleasure ka milan uske andar toofan macha raha tha. *Yeh kyun… maa soch rahi hogi main college mein hoon… aur main yahan… uncle ki god mein… meri chut drink karwane ke baad ab meri gaand bhi chuswa rahi hoon… Pushpa uncle ko kuch nahi pata…*

Rudra ne apna muh thoda sa hataya, uske hoth ab bhi tar the. Usne Kaveri ki gaand par ek zor ka kiss kiya aur muskurate hue bola, “Ab asli maza shuru hota hai beti… teri dono holes ko ready kar diya hai maine.”

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CM Rudra Reddy ne apna muh Kaveri ki gaand se hataya. Uski jeebh aur hoth abhi bhi uske chut aur gaand ke ras se chamak rahe the. Usne ek zor ka kiss Kaveri ki gaand par maara aur usko thoda sa upar uthakar apni god mein seedha kar diya. Kaveri ab uske saamne baithi thi – uski taange Rudra ki thighs ke dono taraf faili hui, uski nangi chut aur gaand abhi bhi tar aur sensitive thi. Uski saansen tez tez chal rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhari hui.

“Ab asli maza shuru hota hai beti,” Rudra ne muskurate hue bola, uski awaaz mein garmi aur command tha. Usne apni zip kholi aur apna mota, laal, veiny lund bahar nikaal diya. Woh pehle se hi sakht aur khada tha – 8 inch ka mota lund, top par se pre-cum nikal raha tha. “Dekho beti… teri pussy aur ass drink karne ke baad ab mera lund bhi taste kar. Ab tu mujhe blowjob degi… pura muh mein le kar chusegi.”

Kaveri ki aankhein phail gayi. Uski body kaanp rahi thi. “CM uncle… please… nahi… main… main yeh nahi kar sakti… ghar par sab wait kar rahe hain… maa soch rahi hogi main college mein hoon…” Uske aansu behne lage, lekin Rudra ne uske baal pakad liye aur uska sar neeche ki taraf dhakel diya.

“Chup kar bhanji. Teri chut aur gaand ko maine itna pyar se chusa… ab tu mera lund chusegi. Jaldi se muh khol… warna Pushpa bhaiya ko phir se jail bhej dunga.” Rudra ki awaaz ab strict thi. Usne Kaveri ke muh ke saamne apna lund laga diya – uska mota top Kaveri ke hothon ko chhu raha tha.

Kaveri ne ro-ro kar muh khola. Rudra ne turant apna lund andar dhakel diya – pehle sirf top, phir dheere-dheere pura lund uske muh mein. Kaveri ki aankhein badi ho gayi, uska muh poora stretch ho gaya. “Mmmphhh… ggg… uffff…” uske muh se sirf garam garam awaazen nikal rahi thi.

Rudra ne uske baal ko aur zor se pakad liya aur uska sar upar-neeche karne laga. “Haan beti… aise hi… chus mera lund… teri virgin muh ki garmai bahut achhi lag rahi hai.” Kaveri ki jeebh apne aap lund ke neeche ghum rahi thi. Woh zor-zor se suck kar rahi thi – uske hoth lund ke around tight ho rahe the, gaal andar dhase hue the. Har baar Rudra lund andar dhakel raha tha, Kaveri ki gale tak pahunch raha tha.



“Gggg… mmmphhh… aaaahhh…” Kaveri ke muh se laar tapak rahi thi, lund ke saath mil kar uske chin par beh rahi thi. Rudra ne usko aur gehra dhakel diya – ab lund uske gale ke andar tak ja raha tha. Deepthroat. Kaveri ki aankhein se aansu beh rahe the, uski naak se saans lene ki koshish kar rahi thi. Lekin Rudra ne rok nahi diya. “Bahut achha… teri throat kitni tight hai beti… jaise teri chut aur gaand… pura lund andar le… chus… jeebh ghuma… haan aise hi…”

Rudra ab apni god mein baith kar Kaveri ka sar pakde hue zor-zor se muh chod raha tha. Har thrust ke saath uska lund Kaveri ke muh mein andar-bahar ho raha tha – wet, sloppy, noisy sucking sounds car ke andar goonj rahe the. Kaveri ke boobs upar-neeche hil rahe the, nipples hard the. Uski chut abhi bhi leak kar rahi thi – Rudra ke pussy drink aur ass eating ke baad abhi bhi geeli thi.

“Le beti… mera lund pura taste kar… teri bhabhi Srivalli bhi aise hi chusti hai… lekin teri muh ki tightness alag hi hai… virgin wali feeling…” Rudra ki awaaz mein mazaa tha. Usne ek haath se Kaveri ke boobs ko masalna shuru kar diya jabki dusre haath se uska sar control kar raha tha.

Kaveri ab sirf ro rahi thi – halke-halke sobs, muh bhara hua, laar aur pre-cum ka mix uske muh se bahar nikal raha tha. *Yeh kyun ho raha hai… main college jaane ka jhooth bol kar aayi thi… aur ab uncle ka lund muh mein le kar chus rahi hoon… maa, Pushpa uncle… sabko dhokha de rahi hoon… meri chut aur gaand chuswane ke baad ab yeh…*

Rudra ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Usne Kaveri ke sar ko aur zor se pakad liya aur tez- tez dhakke maare. “Haan beti… ab jaldi se… mera maal nikalne wala hai… pura muh mein le… swallow kar… aaaahhh…”

Aakhir mein Rudra ne ek zor ka dhakka maara, pura lund Kaveri ke gale tak ghusa diya aur ruk gaya. Uska lund phadakne laga aur garam-garam cum ki dhaar seedhe uske muh mein bharne lagi. “Le… le beti… pura pi le… teri reward hai yeh…”

Kaveri ki aankhein badi ho gayi. Cum itna zyada tha ki uske muh se bahar nikalne laga tha. Usne zor-zor se swallow kiya – gulping sounds ke saath, aansu behate hue. Rudra ne pura maal uske muh mein nikaal diya aur lund bahar nikaalte hue uske hothon par last drop laga diya.

Kaveri cough kar rahi thi, muh se cum aur laar ka mix tapak raha tha. Rudra ne uske gaal par haath pher kar muskuraya, “Bahut achha blowjob diya beti… ab teri dono holes aur muh sab ready hain… agle time poori chudai karenge.”


CM Rudra Reddy ne apna lund Kaveri ke muh se bahar nikaala. Uska mota laal lund abhi bhi sakht tha, cum aur laar se chamak raha tha. Kaveri cough kar rahi thi, uske muh se white maal aur laar ka mix tapak raha tha chin par. Usne apne aansu ponchhe aur apni kurti theek karne ki koshish ki, lekin Rudra ne uski kamar pakad kar ek jhatke se phir se apni god mein bitha diya.

“Ab asli chudai shuru hoti hai beti,” Rudra ne garam saans mein bola. Uski aankhein mein bhook aur gussa dono the. “Pehle teri chut drink ki, gaand chusi, muh choda… ab tu meri god mein baith kar mujhe chodegi. Heavy sitting fuck… pura lund andar le kar.”

Kaveri ki body thar-thar kaanp rahi thi. “CM uncle… please… main thak gayi hoon… meri chut aur gaand abhi bhi jal rahi hai… aap mat karo…” Lekin Rudra ne uski jeans aur panty ko poora neeche utar diya aur apna lund seedhe uski chut ke entrance par laga diya. Kaveri ab uske saamne god mein baithi thi – uski taange Rudra ki thighs ke dono taraf faili hui, uski juicy gaand uske lap par dab rahi thi.



Rudra ne dono haathon se Kaveri ki kamar ko pakad liya aur ek hi zor ka dhakka diya.

“AAAHHHHHHHH…!” Kaveri ki cheekh car ke andar goonj gayi. Rudra ka mota lund ek hi jhatke mein poora andar tak ghusa tha – uski tight chut ko phaad kar, pehle wale dino ki swelling ke bawajood. “Uncle… bahut mota hai… meri chut phat jayegi… aaaahhh… dheere…”

Lekin Rudra ne dheere nahi kiya. Usne Kaveri ki kamar ko pakad kar usko upar-neeche karna shuru kar diya – heavy, fast, sitting style mein. Har baar Kaveri ki gaand uski thighs par zor se takrati thi – puch… puch… puch… puch… ki tez awaaz car ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi. Rudra ka lund poora andar-bahar ho raha tha, balls tak takrata hua.

“Haan beti… aise hi… meri god mein baith kar chud… teri tight chut abhi bhi bahut tight hai… le… le aur zor se…” Rudra ki awaaz garam aur heavy thi. Usne ek haath se Kaveri ke boobs pakad liye aur zor-zor se masalne laga, dusre haath se uski kamar ko neeche dhakel kar aur tez dhakke de raha tha.

Kaveri ki body ek machine ki tarah upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Har dhakke mein uski chut poori tarah stretch ho rahi thi, Rudra ka lund uske andar tak pahunch kar uske cervix ko takra raha tha. “Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut zor se… meri chut jal rahi hai… aaaahhh… mat… mat itna zor se…” Uski aankhein band thi, muh khula tha, laar tapak rahi thi. Uski badi gaand har baar Rudra ki thighs par zor se gir rahi thi, red ho chuki thi.

Rudra ab full speed mein heavy sitting fuck kar raha tha. Usne Kaveri ko apne se chipka liya aur apni god mein usko bounce karne laga – upar uthakar pura lund bahar, phir neeche dhakel kar poora andar. Har thrust mein car ki seat hil rahi thi. “Le beti… teri bhanji wali chut ko main aise hi chodunga… heavy aur zor se… teri virginity maine li thi… ab har baar yeh chut meri rahegi…”

Kaveri ke boobs upar-neeche zor-zor se hil rahe the. Nipples hard the aur Rudra unko chus raha tha jabki dhakke chal rahe the. Uski chut se zor-zor se juice nikal raha tha – Rudra ke lund par chamak raha tha. Har dhakke ke saath ek wet ‘puch puch’ sound ho raha tha. Kaveri ki gaand aur thighs paseene se tar ho chuki thi.

“Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut deep ja raha hai… meri chut phat jayegi… aaaahhhh… please thoda dheere…” Kaveri ro rahi thi, lekin uski body apne aap Rudra ke dhakkon ke saath move kar rahi thi. Uski chut ke muscles lund ko andar se jakad rahe the. Dard ke saath maza bhi aa raha tha – heavy, painful, non-stop chudai.


Rudra ne uski kamar ko aur zor se pakad liya aur ab aur tez dhakke maare – bilkul animal jaisa. “Haan… cheekh beti… teri cheekhein sun kar mera lund aur sakht ho raha hai… le… le aur zor se… teri gaand meri god par kitni zor se gir rahi hai… maza aa raha hai na?”

Kaveri sirf cheekh rahi thi – “Aaaahhh… aaaahhh… uncle… main mar jaungi… bahut heavy fuck kar rahe ho… meri chut… aaaahhhh!” Uski body ek zor ke current se kaanp gayi aur uski chut se ek tez squirt nikal gaya – Rudra ke lund par aur uski thighs par. Lekin Rudra ne rukne nahi diya. Woh abhi bhi usko god mein baithakar zor-zor se chod raha tha.

Jungle ke bahar subah ki hawa chal rahi thi, lekin car ke andar sirf skin ki takrahat, wet chudai ki awaazen aur Kaveri ki roti cheekhein thi. Kaveri ab bilkul toot chuki thi – uski aankhein upar chadhi hui, muh khula, body Rudra ke dhakkon ke saath hil rahi thi.

Rudra ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Usne Kaveri ko aur tight pakad liya aur bola, “Ab jaldi se… mera maal teri chut mein bharne wala hai beti… le pura… teri god mein baith kar hi le…”

CM Rudra Reddy ne Kaveri ko apni god mein aur tight chipka liya. Uski moti gaand ab bilkul uski thighs par dab rahi thi, uski nangi chut Rudra ke moti lund par poori tarah se baithi hui thi. “Ab bilkul god mein baithke chudai karungi tu beti… main tujhe upar-neeche karunga… pura lund teri chut mein ghusa kar… heavy aur zor-zor se.”

Rudra ne dono haathon se Kaveri ki kamar ko pakad liya aur usko thoda sa upar uthaya. Uska lund chut ke entrance par tha – phir ek hi zor ka dhakka.

“AAAHHHHHHHH… uncle… bahut mota… meri chut phat rahi hai… aaaahhh!” Kaveri ki cheekh car ke andar goonj gayi. Rudra ka poora mota lund ek hi jhatke mein uski tight chut mein andar tak ghusa tha. Ab Kaveri bilkul god mein baithi hui thi – uski taange Rudra ki dono taraf faili hui, uski juicy gaand uske lap par zor se dab rahi thi.



Rudra ne turant rhythm pakad liya. Usne Kaveri ki kamar ko pakad kar usko upar uthaya aur phir zor se neeche dhakel diya. Puch… puch… puch… puch… ki tez awaaz har baar hone lagi. Kaveri ki gaand Rudra ki thighs par zor-zor se takrat thi. Har dhakke mein uska lund poora andar tak ghusta, balls tak takrata hua, aur phir bahar nikal kar phir se andar.

“Haan beti… aise hi god mein baithke chud… teri chut kitni tight hai… le… le aur zor se…” Rudra ki awaaz garam aur bhari hui thi. Usne apni god ko thoda sa age ki taraf kiya taaki har baar Kaveri ki gaand zor se girti. Uski kamar ko pakad kar woh usko upar-neeche bounce kar raha tha jaise koi doll ho – heavy, fast, non-stop.

Kaveri ki body ek machine ki tarah hil rahi thi. Uski badi gaand har thrust par Rudra ki lap par zor se gir rahi thi, red ho chuki thi. “Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut deep ja raha hai… meri chut jal rahi hai… aaaahhh… itna zor se mat… main mar jaungi…” Uski aankhein aansuon se bhari hui thi, muh khula tha, laar tapak rahi thi. Lekin uski chut Rudra ke lund ko andar se jakad rahi thi, juice zor-zor se nikal raha tha.

Rudra ne ek haath se Kaveri ke boobs pakad liye aur zor-zor se masalne laga, dusre haath se uski kamar ko neeche dhakel kar aur tez dhakke de raha tha. “Le beti… god mein baithke hi le mera lund… teri gaand meri thighs par kitni zor se gir rahi hai… maza aa raha hai na? Teri chut ab meri god mein baithkar hi chudegi har baar…”

Har dhakke mein car ki seat hil rahi thi. Kaveri ki chut poori tarah stretch ho chuki thi – Rudra ka lund andar tak pahunch kar uske cervix ko takra raha tha. Uski gaand har baar zor se girti, skin ki takrahat ki awaaz pura car bhar rahi thi. “Puch… puch… puch… puch…” ki tez, wet chudai ki awaazen jungle ke sannate ko chod rahi thi.

Kaveri ab bilkul toot chuki thi. Uski body apne aap Rudra ke dhakkon ke saath move kar rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut heavy fuck kar rahe ho… meri chut… aaaahhhh… phat jayegi… lekin… lekin andar tak feel ho raha hai…” Uski chut se ek aur tez squirt nikal gaya – Rudra ke lund par aur uski thighs par chamak raha tha. Lekin Rudra ne speed nahi kam ki. Woh abhi bhi Kaveri ko god mein baithakar zor-zor se chod raha tha – upar uthakar pura lund bahar, phir neeche dhakel kar poora andar.

Rudra ne Kaveri ko apne se chipka liya aur uske neck par bite karte hue bola, “Haan beti… aise hi god mein baithke chud… teri gaand meri god par kitni soft aur juicy hai… har baar girne par mera lund aur sakht ho jata hai… le… le aur zor se…”

Kaveri sirf cheekh rahi thi – “Aaaahhh… aaaahhh… uncle… bahut zor se… meri chut… aaaahhhh… main nahi reh paungi…” Uski body ek zor ke current se kaanp rahi thi. Uski chut ke muscles Rudra ke lund ko andar se zor-zor se jakad rahe the.

Rudra ki saansen ab bahut tez ho chuki thi. Usne Kaveri ki kamar ko aur zor se pakad liya aur god mein baithkar final heavy dhakke maare – bilkul tezi se, zor-zor se, jaise koi hammer ho. “Ab jaldi se beti… mera maal teri chut mein bharne wala hai… god mein baithke hi le pura… aaaahhh…”

Ek final zor ka dhakka – Rudra ne Kaveri ko poori tarah neeche dhakel diya aur apna lund uski chut ke andar sabse gehre tak ghusa diya. Uska lund phadakne laga aur garam-garam cum ki dhaar zor-zor se Kaveri ki chut ke andar bharne lagi. “Le… le beti… pura maal teri chut mein… god mein baithkar hi le…”

Cum itna zyada tha ki Kaveri ki chut se bahar nikal kar Rudra ki thighs par behne laga. Kaveri ki body ek final current se kaanp gayi aur woh Rudra ki god mein hi let gayi, thak kar, ro kar, chut se cum tapak raha tha.



Rudra ne uske baal sehlate hue muskuraya, “Bahut achhi chudai thi beti… god mein baithke heavy fuck ka maza alag hi hai… ab ghar ja… normal ban ke. Agle message ka wait karna.”

Car dheere se wapas college ki taraf badh rahi thi. Kaveri apne kapde theek kar rahi thi, chut se cum leak hota hua, body thak kar larz rahi thi. Haveli mein sab kuch abhi bhi normal tha – Pushpa garden mein baitha tha, Srivalli chai bana rahi thi. Kisi ko kuch nahi pata tha.

Car ab college ke back gate ke bilkul paas ruk chuki thi. Subah ki dhoop ab tez ho chuki thi, lekin Kaveri ke andar raat jaisa andhera tha. Rudra ne apni god se usko thoda sa upar kiya. Uski chut abhi bhi uske lund ke cum se bhari hui thi – garam maal chut ke andar se dheere-dheere leak ho raha tha, uski thighs par beh raha tha. Rudra ne uske chehre ko dono haathon se pakda, uski aankhon mein dekha aur zor se kiss kar diya. Uski jeebh Kaveri ke muh mein ghusi, uske hoth ko chusne laga jaise abhi bhi uski chut chus raha ho.

“Mmm… bahut achha tha aaj beti,” Rudra ne kiss ke beech mein bola, uski saans garam thi. “Teri god mein baithke heavy chudai ka maza alag hi tha. Ab ja… normal ban ke. Hum phir milenge jaldi hi. We will meet again soon.” Usne ek last chhota sa kiss uske hoth par maara aur car ka door khol diya.

Kaveri ki taange kaanp rahi thi. Uski chut abhi bhi phuli hui aur jal rahi thi – Rudra ke heavy dhakkon aur creampie ke baad har movement mein dard ki current daud rahi thi. Usne apni jeans aur panty upar kheench li, lekin cum abhi bhi andar se nikal raha tha, panty ko geela kar raha tha. Woh bahar nikli – walk thodi si limp thi, gaand aur chut dono mein dard tha. Car dheere se nikal gayi. Kaveri ne peeche mud kar dekha, aankhein bhar aayi, lekin usne aansu rok liye.



College ke back gate se andar aate hi woh seedhe girls washroom ki taraf bhagi. Subah ka time tha, zyadatar students classes mein the, washroom khali tha. Woh ek cabin mein ghus kar door band kar diya aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhein laal thi, chehra paseene aur aansuon se tar. Usne jeans neeche utari – panty poori tarah cum se soaked thi. Rudra ka thick white maal uski chut se bahar nikal raha tha, thighs par beh raha tha.

Kaveri ne tissue paper liya aur apni chut ko saaf karne lagi. Har touch par dard ki tez lahar uth rahi thi. “Aaaahhh…” usne halki si cheekh maari. Tissue par cum ke white streaks aa rahe the – bahut saara maal jo Rudra ne uski chut ke andar bhar diya tha. Woh zor-zor se saaf kar rahi thi, lekin har baar tissue andar touch karne par usko yaad aa jata tha – god mein baithkar heavy dhakke, uski gaand Rudra ki thighs par takrat hui, woh squirt… sab kuch.

Aansu behne lage. Kaveri ne sink ke paas jaakar muh dhoya, laar aur cum ka taste abhi bhi muh mein tha. Woh mirror mein apne aap ko dekhti rahi aur phoot-phoot kar rone lagi. “Kyun… kyun yeh sab ho raha hai mere saath? Main toh sirf Pushpa uncle ke liye madad maangne gayi thi… aur ab… ab main unki randi ban chuki hoon. Maa soch rahi hogi main college mein padh rahi hoon… aur main yahan washroom mein apni chut saaf kar rahi hoon uncle ke cum se bhari hui…”

Rona ruk nahi raha tha. Woh floor par baith gayi, knees ko seene se chipka kar, aur zor-zor se royi. Uski chut abhi bhi jal rahi thi, gaand par Rudra ke haathon ke nishaan the. Har saans ke saath dard yaad dilata tha ki abhi kuch ghante pehle woh Rudra ki god mein baithkar cheekh rahi thi.

Bahut der baad woh washroom se bahar nikli. Chehra dhoya hua tha, kapde theek kiye hue, lekin andar se tooti hui. College ka garden side mein ek chhota sa bench tha – jahan koi nahi aata tha. Kaveri wahan chali gayi aur baith gayi. Subah se shaam tak woh wahin baithi rahi – phone silent mode par, bag side mein. Log aate-jaate rahe, classes khatam hue, lekin woh hil nahi. Uski aankhein garden ke pedon par tik gayi thi, lekin dimag mein sirf ek hi film chal rahi thi – Rudra ki god, heavy dhakke, uski cheekhein, aur woh promise “we will meet again soon”.



Shaam hone tak dhoop dheere pad chuki thi. Kaveri ne apna phone check kiya – maa ke 4-5 missed calls. Usne ek deep saans li, aankhein ponchi, muskurane ki practice ki aur ghar ki taraf nikal gayi.

Haveli pahunchte hi darwaza khula. Maa ne gale lagaya, “Beta Kaveri… itni der kyun? College mein kya tha aaj?” Kaveri ne halki si muskaan se jhooth bol diya, “Haan maa… extra lecture tha. Assignment submit karna tha.” Pushpa uncle garden mein baitha tha, usne haath hila kar bulaya, “Bhanji… aa ja. Chai pi le.” Srivalli kitchen se bahar aayi, uske chehre par normal muskaan thi, “Kaveri beta, theek hai na? Aaj thak gayi lag rahi hai.”

Kaveri ne sabko gale lagaya, muskuraya aur bola, “Sab theek hai aunty… bas thoda zyada classes the.” Woh andar gayi, apne room mein bag rakh kar fresh hone chali gayi. Bathroom mein jaakar phir se apni chut ko saaf kiya – ab bhi thoda cum leak ho raha tha. Aansu ek baar phir beh gaye, lekin usne turant ponchh liye.

Raat ko dinner table par sab log baith kar baatein kar rahe the. Pushpa uncle empire ke plans bata rahe the, Srivalli unke paas baithi thi, maa aur chachi khush the. Kaveri chup-chaap khana kha rahi thi, muskurane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Bahar se sab kuch normal tha – family, pyar, sukoon.

Lekin Kaveri ke andar toofan chal raha tha. Har baar jab woh chair par shift karti, chut ka dard usko yaad dilata tha ki aaj subah woh Rudra ki god mein baithkar cheekh rahi thi. *We will meet again soon…* yeh sentence uske dimag mein ghum raha tha. Woh jaanti thi – yeh khatam nahi hua hai. Sirf ek din ka break tha.

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Raat ke 11:30 baj chuke the. Haveli mein sab jagah sannata fail gaya tha. Pushpa uncle apne bedroom mein Srivalli ke saath so chuke the. Maa aur chachi bhi apne rooms mein the. Sirf corridor ki ek halki si bulb jal rahi thi. Kaveri apne room ke darwaze ko dheere se band kiya, lock laga diya aur light off kar di. Room mein sirf chandni ki thodi si roshni window se aa rahi thi.


Woh bed par let gayi. Kapde abhi bhi college wale hi the – simple kurti aur jeans. Uski body thak kar larz rahi thi. Jaise hi usne aankhein band ki, aaj ka pura din uske dimag mein ek film ki tarah chal gaya.



Pehla scene: college back gate par black SUV rukti hui. Uski umeed Jolly bhaiya ki thi… lekin darwaza khula aur CM Rudra uncle bahar nikle the. Uski saans ruk gayi thi us waqt.

Phir car mein… uski god mein baithna… uski kurti ke buttons khulte hue… uske mamme bahar nikal kar unke muh mein… “Mmm… bahut tasty hai teri skin beti…”

Kaveri ne apne hothon ko kaat liya. Uski ungliyan bed sheet ko zor se pakad rahi thi. Lekin flashbacks ruk nahi rahe the.

Rudra uncle ki jeebh uski chut par… zor-zor se chusna… “Pura drink kar raha hoon teri chut ka ras…” Uski gaand failakar jeebh andar tak ghusedna… deep rimming… wet licking ki awaazen… “Teri gaand ka taste alag hi hai beti…”

Uski chut abhi bhi halki si jal rahi thi. Woh apne aap ko rok nahi paayi. Haath neeche chala gaya aur kurti ke upar se apni chut par halka sa pressure diya. “Aaaahhh…” ek halki si saans nikal gayi. Dard tha… lekin saath hi ek ajab si garmi bhi.

Phir blowjob ka scene… Rudra uncle ka mota lund uske muh mein… gale tak… laar aur cum ka mix tapak raha tha… “Chus beti… pura swallow kar…”

Aur sabse bada… god mein baithkar heavy chudai.

Kaveri ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uski saansen tez ho chuki thi. Woh soch rahi thi – us waqt woh Rudra uncle ki god mein bilkul nangi baithi thi… uski gaand unki thighs par zor-zor se gir rahi thi… “Puch… puch… puch…” ki tez awaazen… unka lund uski chut mein poora andar-bahar… cervix tak takrata hua… “Aise hi god mein baithke chud beti… teri tight chut ab meri hai…”

Uski chut ab geeli hone lagi thi. Haath neeche slide ho gaya. Panties ke upar se usne apni clit ko halke se ragadna shuru kar diya. “Uncle… bahut zor se chod rahe the… meri chut phat gayi thi… lekin phir bhi… main cheekh rahi thi…” Aansu uski aankhon se behne lage.



Woh zor se ro padi. “Kyun… kyun main yeh sab hone de rahi hoon? Main Pushpa uncle ki bhanji hoon… maa mujhe itna pyar karti hai… aur main… main unke dushman ki god mein baithkar apni chut chudwa rahi thi? Woh creampie… abhi bhi meri chut ke andar thoda sa baaki hai… main washroom mein kitni baar saaf ki… phir bhi…”

Uski ungliyan ab andar slip ho gayi thi. Woh apni chut ko halke-halke rub kar rahi thi, lekin rona nahi ruk raha tha. “We will meet again soon… unka yeh sentence… mujhe dar lag raha hai… agle baar kya karenge? Jolly bhaiya bhi saath honge? Ya dono mil kar mujhe aur bhabhi ko saath mein…”

Flashback mein Rudra uncle ka final dhakka… uske lund ka phadakna… garam cum ki dhaar uski chut ke andar bharna… “Le beti… pura maal teri chut mein… god mein baithkar hi le…”

Kaveri ki body ek current se kaanp gayi. Uski ungliyan tez ho chuki thi. Woh apne aap ko ragad rahi thi, ro rahi thi, cheekh rahi thi – lekin bahut dheemi awaaz mein taaki koi na sun le. “Aaaahhh… uncle… bahut dard hua tha… lekin… lekin meri chut kyun geeli ho rahi thi? Main kya ho gayi hoon? Pehle virgin thi… ab… ab har baar unka lund yaad aate hi…”



Ek chhoti si climax aa gaya. Uski chut se thoda sa juice nikal aaya. Woh thar-thar kaanp rahi thi. Aansu non-stop beh rahe the.

Woh bed par let gayi, haath muh par rakh kar. “Main kya kar rahi hoon? Pushpa uncle ghar par theek hain… empire wapas bana rahe hain… aur main… main unki bhanji hoon jo unke dushman ke lund ke neeche cheekh rahi thi. Agar maa ko pata chal gaya… agar bhabhi ko pata chal gaya… toh kya hoga?”

Bahut der tak woh roti rahi. Phir thak kar so gayi. Sapne mein bhi wohi god… wohi heavy dhakke… Rudra uncle ka muskurata chehra… “We will meet again soon…”

Subah hone wali thi. Kaveri jaanti thi – yeh raat sirf ek break thi. Agla message jaldi hi aayega.

Kuch din aur guzar gaye the. Haveli mein zindagi bilkul normal chal rahi thi – jaise koi toofan kabhi aaya hi nahi tha. Subah Pushpa uncle garden mein baith kar apne purane sandalwood business ke plans bana rahe the, unki awaaz mein ab purani taakat wapas aa chuki thi. “Rani, ab hum phir se empire ko khada karenge. Tumhari madad ke bina main kuch nahi kar paata,” woh har subah Srivalli se kehte aur uska haath pakad lete. Srivalli muskurati, unke liye chai banati, unke kapde ready karti – perfect pativrata patni. Uske stitches ab poori tarah heal ho chuke the, lekin kabhi-kabhi jab woh jhukti ya tez chalti, tab bhi ek halki si yaad aa jaati thi… Dave ke villa ki raatein, gangbang, woh double chudai… lekin woh sab chhupa leti. Bahar se woh sukoon bhari lagti thi.

Kaveri bhi college jaati, ghar aati, maa ke saath kitchen mein madad karti. Uski walk ab normal thi, chehra pe muskaan thi, lekin andar se woh har raat toot rahi thi. Rudra uncle ka “we will meet again soon” uske dimag mein ghumta rehta tha. Har subah uth kar woh apni chut ko mirror mein dekhti – thoda sa swelling abhi bhi tha, creampie ki yaad abhi bhi andar jalati thi. Lekin family ke saamne woh bilkul normal thi.

Us din shaam hone wali thi. Dinner ke baad sab log drawing room mein baith kar baatein kar rahe the. Pushpa uncle ne thak kar jaldi so jaane ka plan banaya. Maa aur chachi bhi apne rooms mein chali gayi. Sirf Srivalli aur Kaveri terrace par chai le kar baith gayi thi. Yeh unka chhota sa routine ban gaya tha – dono behenein terrace par baith kar halki baatein karti thi. Aaj bhi terrace par thandi hawa chal rahi thi, chandni ki roshni faili hui thi, aur door se haveli ke lights chamak rahe the.

Srivalli ne apni chai ki cup table par rakha aur Kaveri ki taraf dekha. Kaveri chup-chaap baithi thi, aankhein neeche, chai ko haathon mein pakde hue. Uski ungliyan cup ko itni zor se pakad rahi thi jaise woh toot jayega.

“Beta Kaveri… tu theek toh hai na?” Srivalli ne dheere se poocha, uski awaaz mein pyar aur chinta dono thi. “Aaj kal tu bahut thaki hui lag rahi hai. College mein kya ho raha hai? Assignments ka pressure hai kya?”

Kaveri ne jaldi se muskurane ki koshish ki. “Nahi bhabhi… sab theek hai. Bas… thoda zyada classes hain. Assignment bhi bahut hain.” Uski awaaz normal thi, lekin aankhein neeche thi. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si jal rahi thi – Rudra uncle ke heavy god-mein-baithke dhakkon ki yaad har baar chair par baithne par taaza ho jaati thi.

Srivalli ne uske kandhe par haath rakh diya. “Beta, mujhe jhooth mat bol. Main teri bhabhi hoon na? Teri aankhon mein kuch chhupa hua hai. Tu ro rahi hai kya raat ko? Main ne dekha hai… subah uth kar teri aankhein laal rehti hain.”

Kaveri ki aankhein bhar aayi. Usne jaldi se aansu ponchhne ki koshish ki, lekin ek boond nikal hi gayi. “Bhabhi… main… main theek hoon sach mein. Bas… college ka stress hai. Pushpa uncle theek ho gaye hain na? Unke liye sab theek hai… bas main thodi thak jaati hoon.”

Srivalli ne usko apne se chipka liya. Uski apni aankhein bhi nam ho gayi thi. Usne apne past ki yaadein rokne ki koshish ki – Dave ke villa, Jolly ke blackmail, woh stitches wali surgery, woh raatein jab woh Pushpa ke paas leti thi lekin andar se Dave ke lund ki yaad aa rahi hoti thi. “Beta… main jaanti hoon zindagi mein kabhi-kabhi aise din aate hain jab sab kuch theek lagta hai bahar se, lekin andar se toofan chal raha hota hai. Main bhi… main bhi kabhi-kabhi aisa feel karti hoon.”




Kaveri ne Srivalli ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhein badi ho gayi. “Bhabhi… aap? Aap toh hamesha itni strong ho… Pushpa uncle ke liye itna sab kiya… ministers se madad maangi… aapko kya problem ho sakti hai?”

Srivalli ne halki si muskaan di, lekin uski aankhein door ki taraf dekh rahi thi. “Beta, har insaan ke andar kuch chhupa hota hai. Main bhi kabhi-kabhi sochti hoon ki maine jo kiya… woh sirf Pushpa ji ke liye tha… lekin kabhi-kabhi lagta hai jaise meri body aur dimag dono alag ho gaye hain. Tu bhi aisa feel kar rahi hai kya? Koi baat hai jo tu mujhe bata nahi paa rahi?”

Kaveri ke aansu ab ruk nahi rahe the. Woh Srivalli ke kandhe par sir rakh kar ro padi – halke-halke sobs. “Bhabhi… main… main dar rahi hoon. College… aur… aur kuch log… mujhe lagta hai jaise sab kuch control se bahar ho raha hai. Main maa ko bata nahi sakti… Pushpa uncle ko toh bilkul nahi… woh itne khush hain ab… main unko dukh nahi dena chahti.”

Srivalli ne uske baal sehlaaye. Uski apni chut mein ek halki si current daud gayi – purani yaadon ki. “Beta… jo bhi hai, tu akeli nahi hai. Main hoon na tere saath. Agar kabhi mann kare toh mujhe bata dena. Hum dono behenein hain… hum ek dusre ka bojh baant sakte hain. Bas yaad rakh – bahar se jo bhi ho, andar se hum strong rahenge. Pushpa uncle ke liye… family ke liye.”

Dono bahenein terrace par chipak kar baithi rahi. Hawa thandi thi, chandni unke chehron par pad rahi thi. Kaveri ro rahi thi, Srivalli usko sehla rahi thi. Dono ke andar alag-alag toofan the – Srivalli ko apne past ki yaad aa rahi thi, Kaveri ko Rudra uncle ki god aur heavy chudai ki. Lekin dono ne apna sach chhupa liya. Sirf ek chhoti si sisterly connection ban gayi thi – dono jaanti thi ki kuch galat ho raha hai, lekin dono hi chhupa rahi thi.

Bahut der baad Kaveri ne apne aansu ponchhe aur muskurane ki koshish ki. “Thank you bhabhi… aap hain isliye main strong feel karti hoon.” Srivalli ne uske sar par kiss kiya. “Hamesha mere paas aa jaana beta.”

Dono neeche aa gayi. Ghar mein sab so chuke the. Bahar se sab kuch normal tha – pyar, family, sukoon.

Lekin terrace par chhupi hui woh baat dono ke dil mein bas gayi thi. Agla toofan kab aayega… dono jaanti thi… lekin abhi sirf chhupa rahi thi.

Agla din subah se hi haveli mein normal si hawa thi. Pushpa Raj garden mein baith kar apne purane contacts se baat kar raha tha, empire ko wapas khada karne ke plans bana raha tha. Uski awaaz mein ab purani taakat wapas aa chuki thi. Srivalli kitchen mein uske liye nashta bana rahi thi, perfect pativrata patni ban kar. Kaveri apne room mein thi, raat ki guilt se abhi bhi thodi si tooti hui, lekin bahar se normal acting kar rahi thi. Sab kuch sukoon bhara lag raha tha.

Tabhi darwaza khula. Jolly Reddy andar aaya – designer shirt aur jeans mein, chehre par wohi confident smile jo pehle Srivalli ko pagal kar deta tha. Haath mein mithai ka packet aur fruits. “Arre Pushpa bhaiya! Kya haal hai aaj? Main toh soch raha tha aapko milne aaoon. CM uncle ne bhi poocha tha aapke baare mein.” Usne Pushpa ke paas jaakar gale lagaya, bilkul good faith wali acting – jaise woh sirf ek pyara dost ho jo family ki madad karne aaya ho.

Pushpa ne khushi se usko baithne ko kaha. “Jolly bhai… tu ne bahut madad ki hai. Jail se nikalne ke baad pehli baar itna sukoon feel ho raha hai. Tu aur CM uncle… dono ne mera itna khayal rakha.” Dono baith kar baatein karne lage – empire ke plans, politics, business deals. Jolly ne Pushpa ko assure kiya ki ab sab theek ho jayega, woh personally help karega.

Srivalli kitchen se chai ka tray lekar aayi. Uski walk normal thi, chehra calm, lekin andar se ek tez gussa ubal raha tha. Jolly ko dekh kar uski aankhein ek pal ke liye tez ho gayi. Woh tray ko table par rakh kar Pushpa ko chai di aur muskurate hue boli, “Ji Pushpa ji… aapki favourite adrak wali.” Jolly ki taraf usne bilkul nazar nahi daali. Tray mein Jolly ke liye bhi cup tha, lekin usne usko ignore kar diya jaise woh wahan ho hi nahi.

Jolly ne muskurate hue kaha, “Srivalli bhabhi… aapki chai ki yaad bahut aati thi. Aaj bhi aapne itna pyar se banaya hoga.” Usne Pushpa ke taraf se nazar hata kar Srivalli ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein woh purana possessive look tha – jaise woh kehta ho “tu meri hai, ab bhi”.

Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne sirf Pushpa ke liye biscuit plate adjust kiya aur khadi ho gayi. Jolly ne phir try kiya – jab Pushpa phone par kisi se baat karne laga, Jolly ne dheere se bola, “Bhabhi… thoda time milega? Kuch important baat hai.” Srivalli ne uski taraf dekha bhi nahi. Uski awaaz thandi aur sharp thi, “Koi baat nahi hai Jolly. Sab kuch theek hai.” Usne pallu theek kiya aur kitchen ki taraf chali gayi, bina ek baar bhi uski taraf mud kar dekhe.




Jolly ka chehra thoda sa laal ho gaya. Pushpa ki taraf se woh phir se normal ban gaya, hasne laga, baatein karne laga. Lekin andar se uska dimag ghus raha tha. *Yeh randi… pehle meri god mein baith kar cheekh rahi thi… mujhe pyar karti thi… maine usko bachaya tha… aur ab ignore kar rahi hai? Dave ke lund ne itna bada ghamand de diya kya?*

Shaam hone tak Jolly baitha raha. Pushpa ke saath full good faith wali baatein ki – empire ke liye help, CM uncle ka support. Jab woh utha toh Srivalli ko bhi thanks kiya, lekin Srivalli ne sirf sir hila diya aur door ki taraf dekh liya. Jolly ne last try kiya – darwaze par jaate hue dheere se bola, “Bhabhi… raat ko call karunga. Important hai.” Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne bas Pushpa ke paas jaakar uske kandhe par haath rakh diya jaise Jolly wahan ho hi nahi.

Jolly ghar chala gaya. Uska mood kharab tha. Raat ko 10:30 baje usne Srivalli ko call kiya. Phone bajta raha… Srivalli ne screen dekha, Jolly ka naam tha. Usne call cut kar diya bina uthaye. Phir message aaya:

“Saali… kya ho gaya hai tujhe? Aaj ignore kar rahi thi? Pehle meri god mein baith kar ‘Jolly bhaiya aur zor se’ chillati thi… ab gussa? Dave ke baad itna bada ban gayi hai kya? Call utha warna Pushpa ko kuch bhej dunga.”

Srivalli ne message padha. Uski aankhein laal ho gayi. Usne message dekha, screen par aankhein tikayi rahi, lekin reply nahi kiya. Phone side mein rakh diya aur Pushpa ke paas let gayi, uske sar par haath pherte hue. Pushpa neend mein tha. Srivalli ne andar hi andar socha, *Tumne mujhe Dave ke haathon becha tha… pyar ka natak kiya tha… ab gussa aa raha hai? Main ab tumhari nahi hoon Jolly. Tumne khud mera pyar tod diya.*

Jolly dusri taraf phone haath mein pakde baitha tha. Koi reply nahi aaya. Uska chehra laal ho chuka tha. Gussa ubal raha tha. *Yeh randi… mujhe ignore kar rahi hai? Main ne usko pehli baar choda tha… usko bachaya tha… uske liye itna risk liya… aur ab yeh attitude? Dave ne uski chut stitches kar di thi, phir bhi woh uske liye tarap rahi thi… aur main? Main sirf uska blackmailer ban gaya? Nahin… yeh nahi hone dunga. Kal tak reply nahi aaya toh main khud aaunga… aur usko yaad dilunga ki woh abhi bhi meri hai.*

Uski ungliyan phone par tez ho gayi. Usne ek aur message type kiya lekin delete kar diya. Gussa andar hi andar jal raha tha. Woh jaanta tha – Srivalli ka yeh thanda gussa uske liye naya challenge tha. Pehle woh uske pyar mein thi, ab gusse mein thi. Lekin Jolly Reddy ko yeh pasand nahi tha. Woh control mein rehna chahta tha.

Haveli mein Srivalli Pushpa ke paas leti rahi. Usne message dekha tha, lekin reply nahi kiya. Uski aankhein band thi, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. *Tumne sab kuch kharab kar diya Jolly… ab main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon. Tumhara gussa… tumhara pyar… sab kuch mujhe ab farak nahi padta.*



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Raat gehri ho chuki thi. Bahar se sab kuch normal tha… lekin dono taraf se ek naya toofan shuru hone wala tha.

Raat ke 1:15 baj chuke the. Jolly Reddy apne villa ke bedroom mein bed par let gaya tha, lekin neend usse door thi. Uska phone haath mein tha, Srivalli ka last seen 11:47 PM ka dikha raha tha. Usne message padhe the – dono, lekin koi reply nahi. Screen par sirf “seen” likha tha. Jolly ka chehra laal ho chuka tha, lekin ab gussa dheere-dheere thanda pad raha tha aur uski jagah ek sakht, calculated plan ban raha tha.

Woh uth kar baith gaya, cigarette sulgai aur balcony par khada ho gaya. Jungle ki hawa uske chehre par pad rahi thi. Dimag mein sirf ek hi chehra ghum raha tha – Srivalli. Uski badi-badi aankhein, woh curvy body, woh tight chut jo pehle uske lund ke liye tarapti thi.

*Saali randi… pehle meri god mein baith kar ‘Jolly bhaiya aur zor se chodo’ chillati thi. Main ne usko bachaya tha jab woh toot rahi thi. Uske liye main ne risk liya tha. Phir Dave ke deal ke liye usko de diya… uske stitches wale chut ko un logon ne faad diya… aur ab yeh attitude? Ignore? Gussa? Jaise main uska blackmailer hi hoon, pyar karne wala nahi.*

Jolly ne cigarette ke kash liye aur muskuraya – ek dark, dangerous smile. Ab usko samajh aa gaya tha. Srivalli ab sirf gusse mein nahi thi… woh usse door ja rahi thi. Pushpa wapas ghar aa gaya tha, empire wapas ban raha tha. Agar woh ab control nahi kiya toh Srivalli phir se uski pativrata rani ban jayegi. Aur yeh Jolly ko bilkul pasand nahi tha.




*Nahin… main usko phir se apni pawn banaunga. Willingly. Uske mann se. Uske body se. Uske chut se. Kal tak usko yaad dilana hoga ki woh abhi bhi meri hai. Dave ne usko temporary liya tha… lekin main usko permanently apna banaunga. Uski beauty… uski curvy body… uska pativrata image… yeh sab business ke liye perfect hai. Naye projects mein investors ko impress karne ke liye, Pushpa ko control mein rakhne ke liye, aur sabse badi baat – usko phir se addict karne ke liye. Ek baar phir uski chut mein apna lund daal kar usko yaad dilana hoga ki uska asli maza kahan hai.*

Jolly ne phone uthaya. Uski ungliyan tez the. Usne message type kiya – short, commanding, no choice wala.

“Tomorrow near mandir. Main wait kar raha hoonga. 11 baje. Akeli aana. Kisi ko kuch mat bolna. Warna Pushpa ko woh purana video bhej dunga jismein tu khud chillati thi.”

Message bhej diya. Screen par “delivered” likha aaya. Jolly ne phone side mein rakh diya aur balcony par khade-khade socha.

*Kal mandir ke peeche wale secluded area mein le jaunga usko. Pehle thoda pyar ka natak… phir usko yaad dilunga ki usne mujhe pyar kiya tha. Phir uski chut mein apna lund daal kar usko phir se tod dunga. Willingly. Uske mann se. Uske body se. Uske aansuon se. Dave ne usko temporary fuck kiya tha… main usko permanent slave banaunga. Aur is baar koi stitches nahi… sirf uski cheekhein aur meri god mein baithkar uski gaand hilti hui.*

Uski aankhon mein ek naya hunger jag gaya tha. Srivalli ki ignoring ne usko aur zyada possessive bana diya tha. Ab woh sirf usko chodna nahi chahta tha… usko apna banana chahta tha – willingly, addicted, apni personal pawn jo Pushpa ke empire ko control karne mein madad karegi.

Haveli mein Srivalli abhi bhi Pushpa ke paas leti hui thi. Usne message dekha tha. Screen par Jolly ka naam aur woh line – “Tomorrow near mandir…” Uski aankhein tez ho gayi. Usne phone ko side mein rakh diya bina reply kiye. Pushpa so raha tha, uska haath uske pet par tha. Srivalli ne andar hi andar socha, *Kal mandir? Tu ab bhi soch raha hai ki main teri hoon? Nahin Jolly… ab main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon. Tu jo bhi karega… main ignore karungi.*

Lekin dono taraf se ek naya chapter shuru hone wala tha. Jolly ka plan ready tha. Srivalli ka gussa bhi. Aur mandir ke peeche wala secluded spot… kal subah 11 baje sab kuch badalne wala tha.

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Wednesday ka subah tha. Haveli mein hawa mein phoolon ki khushboo thi aur kitchen se chai aur nashte ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Pushpa Raj garden mein baith kar newspaper padh raha tha, uske chehre par ab purani khushi wapas aa chuki thi. “Rani… aaj mandir ja rahi ho na? Theek hai, jaao. Bhagwan se hamare liye bhi dua kar dena,” usne muskurate hue Srivalli se kaha jab woh uske paas chai lekar aayi thi.


Srivalli ne sir hila diya. Uski muskaan perfect thi – wohi pativrata patni wali muskaan jo har koi dekhta tha. “Ji Pushpa ji… main jaungi. Routine hai na… har Wednesday mandir jaati hoon. Aap tension mat lijiye.” Usne Pushpa ke maathe par haath pher diya aur andar chali gayi. Lekin andar se uska dil jal raha tha.

Room mein pahunch kar usne darwaza band kiya aur phone uthaya. Jolly ka message abhi bhi screen par tha – “Tomorrow near mandir. Main wait kar raha hoonga. 11 baje. Akeli aana.” Uski ungliyan phone ko zor se pakad rahi thi. “Saala harami… ab mandir ke paas bula raha hai? Pehle mujhe Dave ke haathon becha, ab phir se apni pawn banana chahta hai? Main ab teri nahi hoon Jolly… tu samajh nahi paa raha hai.”

Lekin woh jaanti thi – routine nahi tod sakti. Agar aaj mandir nahi gayi toh maa, chachi, Pushpa sab doubt kar lenge. “Kya hua beta? Aaj mandir nahi gayi?” yeh sawal uske liye khatarnak tha. Usne phone side mein rakh diya aur almari kholi.

Srivalli ne apni favourite light pink Kanjeevaram silk saree nikali – wohi jo Pushpa ko bahut pasand thi. Saree ka pallu gehre pink aur gold zari border wala tha, poora body par chhote-chhote silver moti aur gold thread ka kaam. Blouse matching pink color ka tha, low back, short sleeves, aur front mein deep V-neck jo uske bade boobs ko perfectly highlight karta tha. Usne saree ko apne curvy body par lapetna shuru kiya – petticoat pehen kar, saree ko hips par tight se lapet kar, pallu ko left shoulder par gracefully daal diya. Saree itni tight aur perfect thi ki uski badi gaand aur patli kamar ka shape bilkul saaf dikhai de raha tha. Blouse ke andar se uske boobs ka cleavage thoda sa jhalak raha tha – wohi pativrata look jo mandir ke liye perfect tha lekin uske enemies ke liye dangerous.




Usne baal khule chhod diye – lambe, kaale, wavy kes jo uski peeth tak latak rahe the. Thoda sa sindoor maang mein lagaya, bindi lagayi, aur halka sa kajal aankhon mein. Lip par light pink lipstick, aur kaan mein chhote gold jhumke. Aankhon mein abhi bhi gussa tha, lekin chehre par wohi shant, '. muskaan thi. Mirror mein dekha toh woh khud ko dekh kar soch rahi thi, *Yeh sab routine hai… mandir jaana, pooja karna… lekin andar se main jal rahi hoon. Jolly… tu soch raha hai main teri hoon? Nahin… main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon.*

Woh bahar nikli. Maa ne usko dekha aur muskurayi, “Bahut sundar lag rahi hai beta. Bhagwan se hamare liye bhi maang lena.” Srivalli ne sir hila diya aur gaadi mein baith gayi. Drive karte hue uska dimag sirf Jolly par tha. *Kal raat ka message… mandir ke paas wait kar raha hoonga… tu ab bhi soch raha hai ki main teri randi hoon? Pehle pyar ka natak, phir Dave ko de diya… ab phir se? Nahin… aaj main sirf pooja karungi aur wapas aa jaungi. Tera intezaar nahi karungi.*

Mandir pahunch kar usne gaadi park ki. Mandir ke bahar bahut bheed thi, log pooja kar rahe the. Srivalli ne apna pallu theek kiya, jhumke hil rahe the, saree ki zari chamak rahi thi. Woh andar gayi, devi ke saamne baith gayi, phool chadhaaye, aarti ki, aur aankhein band karke dua maangi. “Bhagwan… mujhe himmat do… yeh sab se bahar nikalne ki taakat do… Pushpa ji ko kuch nahi pata chalna chahiye.” Uske aansu ki ek boond aankh se nikal gayi lekin usne turant ponchh li.




Pooja khatam karne ke baad woh bahar nikli. Mandir ke bahar wale chhote se garden area mein log baith kar prasad le rahe the. Srivalli ne apna pallu theek kiya aur gate ki taraf badhi.

Tabhi uski nazar pad gayi.

Jolly Reddy wahan khada tha – ek corner mein, car ke paas, designer shirt mein, sunglasses lagaye hue. Uski aankhein seedhe Srivalli par thi. Woh muskuraya – wohi dangerous smile jo pehle usko pagal kar deta tha. Usne haath uthakar ishara kiya jaise keh raha ho “aa ja… main yahin hoon.”

Srivalli ki body ek current se kaanp gayi. Gussa ubal aaya, lekin chehra shant rakha. Woh ruk gayi, pallu ko aur tight se lapet liya. Uske dimag mein sirf ek hi baat thi – *Tu yahan? Mandir ke bahar? Tu sach mein soch raha hai ki main tere paas aaungi?*



Jolly ne ek kadam aage badhaya, lekin door se hi usko dekhta raha. Uske chehre par confidence tha, lekin aankhon mein gussa aur hunger dono.

Srivalli ne apni taraf mud kar dekha – mandir ke log nikal rahe the. Woh jaanti thi – abhi ek galti bhi nahi kar sakti. Usne apna phone check kiya aur dheere se gate ki taraf badhi, lekin uski nazar Jolly par thi.

Game ab phir se shuru hone wala tha.

Mandir ke bahar ka chhota sa garden area abhi bhi logon se bhara tha. Kuch log prasad le rahe the, kuch devi ke naam par baatein kar rahe the. Srivalli bahar nikalte hi ruk gayi. Uski pink Kanjeevaram silk saree dhoop mein chamak rahi thi, pallu left shoulder par gracefully latka hua, low-neck blouse se uske bade boobs ka thoda sa cleavage jhalak raha tha. Uske lambe kaale baal hawa mein halke se hil rahe the. Chehra shant tha, lekin aankhein gusse se jal rahi thi.

Jolly Reddy wahan khada tha – car ke paas, sunglasses utaar kar, usi confident smile ke saath. Uski nazar Srivalli par tik gayi. Woh dheere se aage badha aur halki si awaaz mein bola, “Srivalli… aa ja. Car mein baith. Baat karni hai.”

Srivalli ne uski taraf dekha bhi nahi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. “Main nahi aaungi Jolly. Tum yahan se jao. Main ghar ja rahi hoon.” Uski awaaz thandi aur sharp thi, bilkul pativrata patni wali – mandir ke bahar koi shor nahi, lekin gussa saaf feel ho raha tha.

Jolly ne muskurate hue ek kadam aur aage badhaya. Log idhar-udhar dekh rahe the. Usne dheere se bola, “Tamasha mat kar Srivalli. Log dekh rahe hain. Mandir ke bahar pativrata rani aur uska purana ‘dost’ – agar yahan scene hua toh kal pura sheher baat karega. Pushpa bhaiya ko bhi pata chal jayega. Chup-chaap car mein baith ja.”

Srivalli ki body ek current se kaanp gayi. Usne apna pallu aur tight se lapet liya, cleavage ko chhupane ki koshish ki. Logon ki nazrein un par pad rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi – ek bhi galat harkat aur sab kuch kharab ho jayega. Usne gusse se aankhein band ki, ek deep saans li aur bina ek shabd bole Jolly ki car ki taraf badh gayi. Silent, angry, fire jaise.

Jolly ke do aadmi turant active ho gaye. Ek ne Srivalli ki gaadi ki chaabi maangi, dusra uski gaadi ko follow karne ke liye ready ho gaya. Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh back seat par baith gayi, pallu ko seene par tight se lapet kar, aankhein window ki taraf. Jolly driver seat par baith gaya aur car start kar di. Uske aadmi Srivalli ki gaadi ko peeche-peeche follow kar rahe the.

Car chalti rahi. Haveli se door, jungle ki taraf ek secluded road par. Jolly ne rear-view mirror mein Srivalli ko dekha. Uski curvy body saree mein bilkul perfect lag rahi thi – badi gaand seat par dab rahi thi, boobs saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahe the. Woh dheere se bola, “Srivalli… gussa mat kar. Main sirf baat karna chahta hoon. Pehle hum dono itne close the… tu mujhe pyar karti thi. Main ne tujhe bachaya tha jab tu toot rahi thi.”

Srivalli ne gusse se uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhein laal thi. “Pyar? Tumne mujhe pyar kiya tha Jolly? Pehle zabardasti choda, phir ‘bachaya’, phir Dave ke haathon bech diya! Usne meri chut par stitches daale, gangbang kiya, aur tum khade-khade dekh rahe the! Ab kya? Phir se apni pawn banana chahte ho? Main ab tumhari nahi hoon. Main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon. Samajh gaye?”

Uski awaaz fire thi – tez, jalti hui, bina rukawat ke. Jolly ne muskurane ki koshish ki, soothing tone mein bola, “Arre sun toh… main galti maan leta hoon. Dave ke deal ke liye pressure tha. Lekin ab sab theek hai. Pushpa bhaiya theek hain, empire wapas ban raha hai. Main sirf tujhe yaad dilana chahta hoon ki hum dono ke beech jo tha… woh abhi bhi hai. Tu meri thi… aur tu meri rahegi. Willingly.”

Srivalli ne zor se hans di – gusse bhari hansi. “Willingly? Tumhe lagta hai main willingly tumhare paas aaungi? Tumne mujhe tod diya tha Jolly. Har raat main Pushpa ji ke paas leti hoon aur sochti hoon ki main unke liye kitna sab seh rahi hoon. Aur tum? Tum ab bhi soch rahe ho ki main teri randi ban jaungi? Nahin. Ab main tumhe ignore karungi. Tumhara message, tumhara call, tumhara ‘mandir ke paas wait’ – sab kuch. Main ghar ja rahi hoon. Stop the car.”



Jolly ne car nahi roki. Uski awaaz abhi bhi calm thi, lekin andar se gussa ubal raha tha. “Srivalli… tu abhi gusse mein hai. Main samajhta hoon. Dave ne tujhe bahut use kiya. Lekin main tujhe wapas apni taraf laana chahta hoon. Teri beauty… teri body… yeh sab business ke liye bhi perfect hai. Naye projects, investors – tu mere saath hogi toh Pushpa bhi control mein rahega. Aur sabse badi baat… tu khud ko rok nahi paayegi. Pehle tu mujhe pyar karti thi… ab bhi karti hai, bas gussa hai.”

Srivalli ne pallu ko aur zor se seene par dabaaya. Uski boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the gusse se. “Pyar? Tumhe pyar ki kya pata? Tumne mujhe Dave ke bed par bheja tha! Ab bas… stop the car. Main utar jaungi. Warna main chillaoongi.”

Jolly ne rear-view mirror mein usko dekha. Uski curvy figure, jalti aankhein, tight saree mein lapeti hui body – sab kuch usko aur zyada attract kar raha tha. Woh jaanta tha – Srivalli abhi fire hai. Calm nahi hogi baaton se. Usne socha, *Yeh gussa abhi nahi jaayega. Main isko khud calm karunga… apne tareeke se. Mandir ke baad wale secluded spot par le jaunga. Wahan usko god mein baithakar yaad dilunga ki uski chut abhi bhi mere liye tarapti hai. Willingly nahi toh zabardasti… lekin is baar usko addict kar ke chhodunga.*

Car ab jungle ki taraf badh rahi thi. Jolly ke aadmi peeche follow kar rahe the. Srivalli window se bahar dekh rahi thi, gusse se jalti hui, lekin andar se dar aur yaadein bhi aa rahi thi. Jolly muskuraya – soothing look dikhate hue, lekin dimag mein plan already ready tha.

*Tu fire hai abhi Srivalli… lekin main tujhe khud thanda karunga. Apne lund se. Apni god mein baithakar. Aur is baar tu khud maangegi.*

Car dheere se ruk gayi. Jungle ka ek bilkul secluded spot tha – pedon ki thick chhanv, koi rasta nahi, koi insaan nahi. Sirf do gaadiyan – Jolly ki aur peeche uske aadmiyon ki. Driver ne car band ki aur bahar nikal gaya. Jolly ne rear-view mirror mein ek baar Srivalli ko dekha – uski pink saree mein lapeti curvy body, pallu seene par tight, bade boobs saans ke saath upar-neeche, chehra gusse se laal.

Jolly back seat par aa gaya. Door band karte hi usne Srivalli ki taraf badhaya.

Srivalli ne turant peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Uski awaaz tez aur jalti hui thi, “Main done hoon Jolly! Take me back right now. Mujhe ghar jaana hai. Pushpa ji wait kar rahe honge.”

Jolly ne muskurane ki koshish ki, soothing awaaz mein bola, “Srivalli… sun toh. Tu gusse mein hai, main samajhta hoon. Lekin hum dono ke beech jo tha… woh abhi bhi hai. Tu mujhe pyar karti thi. Main ne tujhe bachaya tha. Dave ke deal ke liye maine galti ki, maan leta hoon. Ab sab theek kar sakte hain. Tu meri rani ban sakti hai… willingly.”

Srivalli ki aankhein aur laal ho gayi. Uska gussa ab fire ban chuka tha. “Willingly? Tumhe lagta hai main willingly tumhare paas aaungi? Tumne mujhe Dave ke haathon becha tha! Usne meri chut par stitches daale, gangbang kiya, aur tum khade dekh rahe the! Ab yahan bula kar pyar ka natak? Main tumhari nahi hoon Jolly. Main sirf Pushpa ji ki hoon. Stop the car aur mujhe ghar le jao!”



Jolly ne haath badhaya uske kandhe par rakhne ke liye. Srivalli ne gusse se uska haath jhatak diya aur ek zor ka thappad uske muh par maara.

**Thapp!**

Jolly ka chehra side mein ghum gaya. Uski gaal laal ho gayi. Uski aankhein ek pal ke liye shock se badi ho gayi, phir gussa ubal aaya.

“Saali randi…” Jolly ne gusse se bola. Usne turant Srivalli ka chehra pakad liya aur ek tez thappad uske left gaal par maara.

**Thapp!**

Srivalli shocked reh gayi. Uski aankhein badi ho gayi, gaal laal pad gaya. “Jolly… tumne…” uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.



Jolly ne uska chehra dono haathon mein pakad liya aur zor se uske muh par apna muh rakh diya. Deep, forceful kiss. Uski jeebh Srivalli ke muh mein ghusi, uske hoth ko chusne lagi. Srivalli ne dono haathon se usko dhakelne ki koshish ki, “Mmmphhh… chhodo… mujhe chhodo…” lekin Jolly ne nahi chhoda. Kiss aur gehra ho gaya. Usne Srivalli ke neeche hoth ko daanton se pakad kar bite kar diya – tez, painful bite.

“Aaaahhh…!” Srivalli ki painful moan nikal gayi. Uski lips par daant ka nishaan ban gaya, thoda sa khoon bhi nikal aaya. Woh tadap rahi thi, haathon se uske chest ko dhakel rahi thi, lekin Jolly ka jism us par chadha hua tha.

Jolly ne kiss chhoda nahi. Usne Srivalli ke boobs par haath rakh diya aur zor se press kiya – uske bade, soft mamme saree ke upar se masalne laga. “Mmm… teri yeh choochiyan abhi bhi itni tight hain…” usne kiss ke beech mein bola.



Srivalli ne zor se dhakka diya. “Chhodo Jolly… muze jana hai… please… main nahi chahti yeh sab…” lekin uski awaaz mein dard aur gussa dono tha.

Jolly ne uske pallu ko ek jhatke se khinch diya. Saree ka pallu neeche gir gaya. Usne blouse ke hooks ko tezi se kholna shuru kiya. Blouse ke dono taraf ke hooks khulte gaye aur Srivalli ke bade, gol, pink-nippled boobs bahar aa gaye – heavy, soft, mandir ki pooja ke baad bhi abhi bhi perfect shape mein.

Jolly ne turant ek boob ko muh mein le liya. Zor se chusne laga – pura nipple muh mein, jeebh se chat-ta hua, daanton se halke se kaat-ta hua. “Mmm… bahut tasty hai teri choochiyan… pehle bhi itni hi juicy thi…”

Srivalli ki body kaanp gayi. Uski painful moan nikal gayi, “Aaaahhh… Jolly… chhodo… muze jana hai… bahut dard ho raha hai… please… main Pushpa ji ke paas jaana chahti hoon…” Usne haathon se uske sar ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin Jolly ne uske dono haath pakad liye aur upar ki taraf pin kar diye.



Jolly dusre boob par switch kiya. Ab woh dono boobs ko alternate mein chus raha tha – zor-zor se, wet sounds ke saath, nipple ko jeebh se ghumata hua, daanton se bite karta hua. Srivalli ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Uski chut mein ek purani si garmi phir se jag rahi thi, lekin gussa abhi bhi zinda tha.

“Aaaahhh… chhodo… muze jana hai… Jolly… tum galat kar rahe ho… aaaahhh… dard ho raha hai…” Uski moans painful thi, lekin body betray kar rahi thi. Uske nipples hard ho chuke the, boobs Jolly ke muh mein chus rahe the.

Jolly ne blouse poori tarah khol diya. Ab Srivalli ki upper body almost nangi thi – sirf saree ki petticoat neeche tak. Usne Srivalli ke neck par bite kiya, phir boobs par wapas muh lagaya aur zor-zor se chusne laga. “Tu fire hai abhi… lekin main tujhe khud thanda karunga… apne lund se… apni god mein baithakar… tu phir se cheekhegi… willingly ya nahi, lekin tu meri rahegi Srivalli.”

Srivalli ro rahi thi, tadap rahi thi, haathon se dhakel rahi thi, lekin Jolly ne nahi chhoda. Uska muh abhi bhi uske bade boobs par tha – chus raha tha, bite kar raha tha, jeebh se chat raha tha. Car ke andar sirf Srivalli ki painful moans aur Jolly ke wet sucking sounds goonj rahe the.

Jolly jaanta tha – abhi gussa hai, lekin woh is gusse ko apne tareeke se thanda karega. Usne Srivalli ke saree ki petticoat ki naada par haath rakh diya…

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Jolly ne Srivalli ke saree ki petticoat ki naada ko ek jhatke se khol diya. Petticoat neeche sark gayi. Ab Srivalli ki nangi chut bilkul saamne thi – pink lips abhi bhi thodi si dry thi, Rudra aur Dave ke dinon ke baad bhi abhi sensitive thi, lekin gusse aur dard ke karan bilkul tight aur band thi.


Srivalli ne apni taange zor se kas kar band kar li. “Jolly… chhodo… muze jana hai… main nahi chahti yeh sab… please…” Uski awaaz ab roti hui thi, lekin gussa abhi bhi zinda tha.



Jolly ne uski taange dono haathon se pakad kar zor se faila di. “Chup kar randi. Teri chut abhi bhi dry hai? Main isko geela kar deta hoon.” Usne apna muh neeche kiya aur zor se thuk diya – ek mota, garam thook seedhe Srivalli ki chut par gira. Thook chut ke lips par fail gaya, thoda sa andar tak chala gaya.

Srivalli ne taange aur zor se dabane ki koshish ki, “Aaaahhh… mat karo… gandi feeling ho rahi hai…” lekin Jolly ne uski taange aur kas kar faila di aur apna zip khol diya. Uska mota, laal, veiny lund bahar nikal aaya – pehle se hi sakht aur tadap raha tha.

Srivalli ne dekhte hi phir se tadapna shuru kar diya. “Jolly… chhodo… muze jana hai… please… main Pushpa ji ke paas jaana chahti hoon… aaaahhh… mat daalo…”

Jolly ne apna lund pakad kar Srivalli ki chut ke entrance par laga diya. Ab thoda sa thook ki wajah se chut ki walls thodi wet ho chuki thi. Usne lund ko halke se ragadna shuru kiya – upar-neeche, clit par pressure dete hue.

“Aaaahhh… nahi… bahut dard hoga… chhodo…” Srivalli ki awaaz mein dard aur gussa dono tha.

Jolly ne ek haath se uske dono haath upar pin kar diye aur dusre haath se uski kamar ko niche daba kar rakha. Ab Srivalli bilkul trapped thi – uski curvy body car ki seat par dab rahi thi, bade boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the, saree upar uthi hui.

Jolly ne apna lund chut ke tight entrance par rakha aur dheere se push kiya.




“AAAHHHHHHHH…!” Srivalli ki painful cheekh car ke andar goonj gayi. Jolly ka mota lund uski tight, abhi bhi thodi dry chut mein andar ghusa tha. Chut ke walls zor se stretch ho rahe the, dard ki tez current poori body mein daud gayi. “Jolly… bahut dard ho raha hai… nikaalo… please… meri chut phat rahi hai… aaaahhh!”

Jolly ne rukne ki jagah slow, deep push continue kiya. Inch by inch uska lund andar ja raha tha. Usko Srivalli ki tight chut ki garmi ka ehsas ho raha tha – bilkul garam, tight, jaise pehli baar chud rahi ho. “Mmm… teri chut abhi bhi itni tight hai Srivalli… bahut garmi hai andar… dheere-dheere geeli ho rahi hai… dekho…”

Srivalli ne zor se tadapna shuru kar diya. Uski taange kaanp rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhari hui, muh se painful moans nikal rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… bahut dard… slow… please slow… meri chut jal rahi hai… aaaahhh… nikaalo… muze jana hai…”

Lekin Jolly ne nahi suni. Usne usko aur niche daba kar rakha aur ek aur slow push diya. Ab lund ka aadha hissa andar tha. Chut ke tight walls lund ko zor se jakad rahe the. Jolly ko ehsaas ho raha tha ki Srivalli ki chut dheere-dheere geeli hone lagi thi – thook aur uski apni chut ki natural juice mil kar chikna bana rahi thi.

“Dekh… teri chut ab geeli ho rahi hai… tu chahe jitna gussa dikha le… teri body toh mujhe jaanti hai,” Jolly ne dheere se bola, lekin uski awaaz mein hunger tha.



Srivalli ne haathon se uske chest ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin uske haath upar pin the. Uski painful moans ab continuous thi – “Aaaahhh… aaaahhh… bahut deep ja raha hai… meri chut phat jayegi… Jolly… chhodo… muze jana hai… aaaahhh!”

Jolly ne ab chidna shuru kar diya. Usne lund ko thoda sa bahar nikala aur phir dheere se andar dhakel diya – slow, teasing pushes. Har push ke saath Srivalli ki chut aur geeli hoti ja rahi thi, lekin dard abhi bhi tez tha. “Bata… ab bhi gussa hai? Ya ab feel ho raha hai ki teri chut mujhe chahti hai? Pehle tu khud maangti thi… ab bhi maangegi…”

Srivalli sirf ro rahi thi aur moan kar rahi thi. Uski badi gaand seat par dab rahi thi, boobs upar-neeche hil rahe the. Jolly ne ek haath se uske ek boob ko pakad kar masalna shuru kar diya jabki dusre haath se usko niche daba kar rakha tha.

Slow pushes abhi bhi chal rahe the – lund inch by inch andar-bahar, chut ki walls ko stretch karte hue, garmi aur geelapan badhate hue. Srivalli ki painful moans ab dheere-dheere mix ho rahi thi ek ajab si sensation ke saath.

Jolly jaanta tha – abhi gussa hai, lekin uski tight chut ab geeli hone lagi thi. Woh dheere-dheere usko apna banana chahta tha… chahe kitna bhi time lage.

Car ke bahar jungle ka sannata tha. Andar sirf Srivalli ki painful moans, Jolly ke slow thrusting ki wet sounds aur uska heavy saans chal raha tha.

Jolly ne ab control kho diya tha. Usne Srivalli ki kamar ko dono haathon se pakad liya aur tez- tez dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Uska mota lund ab bilkul full speed mein uski chut mein andar-bahar ho raha tha – zor-zor se, balls tak takrata hua, har dhakke mein uski tight walls ko phaadta hua.

“AAAHHHH… Jolly… bahut tez… aaaahhh… mat itna zor se…” Srivalli ki cheekh nikal gayi. Lekin uski chut ab geeli ho chuki thi. Thook aur uski apni chut ka ras mil kar lund ko chikna bana raha tha. Har tez thrust ke saath ek wet ‘puch puch puch’ awaaz car ke andar goonj rahi thi.

Jolly ka purana lund uski chut mein phir se ghus raha tha – wohi familiar thickness, wohi veiny feel jo pehle usko pagal kar deta tha. Srivalli ki body betray kar rahi thi. Uski chut ke andar se ek purani si garmi phir se jag gayi thi. “Aaaahhh… yeh… yeh purana feel… aaaahhh… bahut gehra ja raha hai…” Uski aankhein band ho gayi, muh khula tha, lekin uske hoth se ab sirf moans nikal rahe the. Maja aane laga tha. Uski gaand seat par zor-zor se hil rahi thi, boobs upar-neeche tez tez ho rahe the.

Lekin uska dimag abhi bhi gusse se jal raha tha. *Yeh harami… mujhe chod raha hai jaise main uski randi hoon… pehle Dave ko de diya, ab phir se… lekin… lekin yeh feel… yeh purana maza… kyun aa raha hai?*

Jolly aur tez ho gaya tha. “Le randi… ab teri chut geeli ho gayi hai… pehle bhi aise hi cheekhti thi… ab bhi cheekh… le aur zor se!” Uske dhakke aur heavy ho gaye the.

Srivalli ki chut ab poori tarah geeli aur chikni ho chuki thi. Uski body apne aap Jolly ke dhakkon ke saath move kar rahi thi. Lekin gussa abhi bhi zinda tha. Ek zor ka current aaya aur usne dono haathon se Jolly ko zor se peeche dhakel diya.

“Saala harami… ab main tujhe chodungi!” Srivalli ne gusse mein chillaya. Usne Jolly ko seat par dhakel diya aur khud uske upar chadh gayi. Ab woh uske lap par baith gayi thi – god mein baithkar, uski nangi chut Jolly ke moti lund par bilkul upar thi. Saree upar uthi hui thi, pallu neeche gira hua tha, dono bade boobs bahar the aur hil rahe the.

Jolly shocked reh gaya lekin uske chehre par ek dark smile aa gaya. “Haan… aa ja meri rani… ab tu hi chod mujhe…”

Srivalli ne gusse se uske chest par haath rakh kar usko aur niche daba diya. Uski aankhein laal thi, chehra paseene se tar. “Tumhe mujhe chidna tha na? Ab main tujhe chodti hun! Tu samajh nahi paa raha tha ki main ab teri nahi hoon? Pehle pyar ka natak, phir Dave ko de diya, ab phir se yahan bula kar chodna chahta tha? Ab dekh… main tujhe chodungi… aur tu bas le!”



Usne apni taange failayi aur khud neeche baith gayi. Jolly ka mota lund ek hi jhatke mein uski geeli chut mein poora andar ghusa. “AAAHHHH…!” Srivalli ki cheekh nikal gayi, lekin ab usmein dard ke saath masti bhi thi. Woh upar-neeche hone lagi – tez, zor-zor se, full masti mein. Uski badi gaand Jolly ki thighs par zor-zor se gir rahi thi – puch… puch… puch… puch… ki tez awaaz car ko bhar rahi thi.

“Le… le harami… ab teri randi banungi main? Nahin! Main tujhe chodungi… jaise tu mujhe chodta tha!” Srivalli gusse mein chillayi. Uski gaand upar uthati, phir zor se neeche girati, lund ko poora andar le leti. Har baar lund uske cervix tak takrata, chut ke andar se geela ras nikal kar lund par chamak raha tha.

Jolly ko bahut maza aa raha tha. Uski aankhein band thi, haathon se Srivalli ki kamar pakad kar usko aur tez bounce karwa raha tha. “Haan… aise hi… teri chut abhi bhi itni tight aur geeli hai… chod mujhe Srivalli… apni masti mein chod…”

Lekin Srivalli ko apne andar ka maza dar bhi de raha tha. Uski wet chut se zor-zor se ‘puch puch’ awaazen nikal rahi thi, uska apna ras lund par chamak raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – *Yeh kya ho raha hai… main gusse mein hoon… lekin… lekin yeh feel… yeh purana maza… kyun aa raha hai? Main toh Pushpa ji ki hoon… phir bhi yeh…*

Uski moans ab zor-zor se nikal rahi thi. “Aaaahhh… aaaahhh… le… le harami… ab main tujhe chod rahi hoon… tu mera lund le… aaaahhh… bahut gehra ja raha hai…”

Jolly ne usko rokne ki koshish ki. Uski saansen tez ho chuki thi. “Srivalli… dheere… bahut tez kar rahi hai… ruk ja… aaaahhh… teri chut bahut tight ho rahi hai…”



Lekin Srivalli ne ek nahi suni. Usne dono haathon se Jolly ke chest par zor se daba diya aur usko seat par niche daba kar rakha. Ab woh full speed mein upar-neeche ho rahi thi – zor-zor se, gaand ko zor se hilaati hui, lund ko poora andar le kar phir bahar nikaalti hui. Uski badi boobs zor-zor se upar-neeche hil rahe the, nipples hard the.

“Chup kar… main tujhe chodungi… jaise tu mujhe chodta tha… ab tu le… le mera gussa… aaaahhh… aaaahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai… lekin main gusse mein hoon… aaaahhh!”

Uski wet chut ab poori tarah geeli aur chikni ho chuki thi. Har baar jab woh neeche girti, chut se zor se ras nikal kar Jolly ki thighs par beh raha tha. Uski moans ab bilkul wild ho chuki thi – loud, continuous, car ko bhar rahi thi.

Jolly ko maza aa raha tha, lekin usko dar bhi lag raha tha ki Srivalli itni tez ride kar rahi thi. Usne haathon se uski kamar pakad kar dheere karne ki koshish ki, lekin Srivalli ne uske haath jhatak diye aur aur zor se niche daba diya.

“Main rukungi nahi… tu ne mujhe chidna chahta tha na? Ab dekh… main tujhe chod rahi hoon… pura lund le… aaaahhh… aaaahhh… le harami… teri randi banungi main? Nahin… aaj main tujhe chodungi!”

Srivalli ab poori tarah masti aur gusse ke mix mein ride kar rahi thi – upar uthati, zor se neeche girati, gaand hilaati, boobs hilati, loud moans karti hui. Car hil rahi thi, wet sounds aur uski cheekhein jungle ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi.

Jolly ke muh se sirf “Aaaahhh… Srivalli… bahut tez… lekin… bahut maza aa raha hai…” nikal raha tha.

Srivalli abhi bhi fire thi… lekin uski wet chut ab uske control mein nahi thi.

Srivalli ab poori tarah control mein thi. Uski badi gaand Jolly ki thighs par zor-zor se gir rahi thi, uska mota lund uski geeli chut mein poora andar-bahar ho raha tha. Uski wet chut se zor-zor ki ‘puch puch puch’ awaazen nikal rahi thi, ras uske lund par chamak raha tha aur thighs par beh raha tha. Lekin ab uska gussa dheere-dheere ek alag si masti mein badal raha tha.

Uski aankhein band ho gayi. Uski saansen tez ho chuki thi. Woh neeche jhuk gayi, apne dono haathon se Jolly ke baal pakad liye aur uske muh par apna muh rakh diya. Passionate, deep kiss. Uski jeebh Jolly ki jeebh se takrati hui, uske hoth ko zor se chus rahi thi. “Mmmphhh…” dono ke muh se garam saans nikal rahi thi.

Jolly ne turant uske bade-bade boobs pakad liye. Dono haathon se zor se dabaye, masle, nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya. Srivalli ki boobs uske haathon mein soft aur juicy feel ho rahe the. Woh unko dabate hue uske muh ko aur gehra kiss kar raha tha.

Srivalli ne kiss mein hi moan kar diya, “Mmm… Jolly… yeh… yeh achha lag raha hai…” Uski awaaz ab gusse ki jagah masti bhari thi. Uski gaand ab dheere-dheere rhythm mein hilne lagi thi – upar uthati, zor se neeche girati, lund ko poora andar le leti aur phir thoda sa bahar nikaalti. Ab woh slowly enjoy kar rahi thi. Har thrust ke saath uski chut Jolly ke lund ko andar se zor se jakad rahi thi.

“Jolly… tera lund… bahut achha feel ho raha hai… pehle wala… purana maza… aaaahhh…” Srivalli ne kiss chhod kar uske kaan mein dheere se bola. Uski haath abhi bhi Jolly ke baal mein thi, unko khinch rahi thi. Uski body ab rhythm mein thi – slow, sensual, lekin zor-zor se. Uski badi gaand upar-neeche hil rahi thi, boobs Jolly ke muh ke paas aa rahe the.

Jolly ne uske ek nipple ko muh mein le liya aur zor se chusne laga. “Haan meri rani… ab tu enjoy kar rahi hai na? Teri chut ab meri lund ko pyar se jakad rahi hai… le… le aur gehra…”

Srivalli ne apni kamar ko aur tez hilana shuru kar diya. Ab woh full masti mein thi. Uski wet chut se ras nikal kar seat par gir raha tha. “Aaaahhh… Jolly… tera lund bahut mota hai… meri chut ko poora bhar deta hai… mujhe yeh feel bahut pasand hai… chod mujhe… aur zor se chod…” Uski moans ab loud aur pleasurable thi. Gussa abhi bhi tha, lekin uske saath maza bhi aa raha tha. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh galat hai, lekin uski body ab control mein nahi thi.



Uski gaand ab aur tez hilne lagi thi. Woh upar uthati, phir zor se neeche baith jaati, lund ko poora andar le leti. Har baar lund uske cervix tak takrata, uski chut ke andar se ek naya current daudta. “Aaaahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai… tera lund… mujhe bahut pasand hai… main isse chodna chahti hoon… aaaahhh… aur zor se…”

Jolly ke haath ab uski gaand par the. Woh uski gaand ko zor se pakad kar usko aur tez bounce karwa raha tha. “Le meri rani… teri chut ab bilkul geeli aur tight ho gayi hai… tu khud enjoy kar rahi hai… pehle gusse mein thi… ab dekh kaise masti mein ride kar rahi hai…”

Srivalli ab edge par thi. Uski saansen bahut tez ho chuki thi. Uski chut ke muscles lund ko zor-zor se jakad rahe the. “Jolly… main… main aa rahi hoon… aaaahhh… bahut tez aa raha hai… mat roko… aaaahhh!”

Jolly bhi edge par pahunch chuka tha. Usne Srivalli ki kamar ko pakad kar usko aur zor se neeche dhakel diya. “Le randi… mera maal bhi aa raha hai… teri chut mein bhar dunga… le pura!”

Dono ek saath pahunch gaye.

Srivalli ki chut ek zor ke current se kaanp gayi. Uski poori body thar-thar hil rahi thi. “AAAHHHH… Jolly… aa gaya… bahut zor se aa raha hai… aaaahhh!” Uski chut se zor ka squirt nikal gaya, Jolly ke lund par aur thighs par chamak raha tha.

Saath hi Jolly ka lund bhi phadakne laga. Garam-garam cum ki dhaar zor-zor se Srivalli ki chut ke andar bharne lagi. “Le… le meri rani… pura maal teri chut mein… aaaahhh… bahut zor se nikal raha hai…”

Cum itna zyada tha ki Srivalli ki chut se bahar nikal kar uski thighs par aur seat par behne laga. Dono ka mixture – Srivalli ka squirt aur Jolly ka thick cum – seat par ek bada sa wet spot bana raha tha.



Srivalli thak kar Jolly ke chest par gir gayi. Uski badi boobs uske chest se dab rahe the, uski saansen bahut tez thi. Woh zor-zor se saans le rahi thi, “Haaahhh… haaahhh… bahut… bahut maza aa gaya… lekin… yeh galat tha Jolly…”


Jolly ne uski peeth par haath pherte hue usko sehlaaya. Uski saansen bhi tez thi. “Haaahhh… haaahhh… meri rani… tu abhi bhi meri hi hai… dekh kaise khud enjoy kiya tune…”

Dono car ki seat par let gaye the – Srivalli Jolly ke chest par giri hui, uski chut abhi bhi uske lund par baithi hui, dono ke mixture se geeli. Jungle ke bahar sannata tha, andar sirf unki tez saansen aur thakaan bhari khushi thi.

Srivalli ki aankhein band thi. Uski body abhi bhi thar rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi – yeh gusse se shuru hua tha, lekin ab maza aa gaya tha. Lekin andar se guilt bhi aa raha tha.

Jolly ne uske baal sehlate hue muskuraya. Ab woh jaanta tha – Srivalli phir se uski taraf aa chuki thi.


Srivalli Jolly ke chest par leti hui thi. Uski badi-badi boobs uske seene se dab rahe the, paseene se tar. Uski saansen abhi bhi tez thi, chut abhi bhi uske lund par baithi hui thi. Dono ke mixture – uska squirt aur Jolly ka thick cum – uski thighs par aur seat par beh raha tha. Uski pink saree poori tarah upar uthi hui thi, pallu neeche gira hua tha, blouse khula hua tha. Uski body thar-thar kaanp rahi thi – masti ke baad ab guilt aur thakaan ka milan.



Jolly ne uski peeth par haath pherte hue usko aur apne se chipka liya. Uski saans abhi bhi garam thi. Usne Srivalli ke kaan ke paas muh lagaya aur dheere-dheere whisper karna shuru kiya. Uski awaaz low thi, lekin har shabd saaf aur gehra tha.

“Tu mujhpe gussa kyun hai Srivalli… bata… maine tujhe kuch nahi banaya tha… sab kuch tera pati Pushpa ne hi kiya hai.”

Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhein band thi, lekin ek aansu uski aankh se nikal kar Jolly ke chest par gir gaya. Woh chup-chaap sun rahi thi.

Jolly ne uske baal sehlate hue aur dheere bola, “Yaad hai pehli baar jab maine tujhe zabardasti choda tha? Teri video banayi thi… blackmail kiya tha. Tu uski izzat ke khatir meri taraf aayi thi. Pushpa ko kuch nahi pata tha… tu khud aa gayi thi mere paas. Main ne tujhe force nahi kiya tha uske baad… tu khud enjoy karne lagi thi. Tu khud mujhe pyar karne lagi thi.”

Ek aur aansu beh gaya. Srivalli ki saans ruk rahi thi, lekin woh bol nahi rahi thi. Sirf sun rahi thi.

“Phir yaad kar… jab woh gunde tujhe utha kar le gaye the… jungle mein… Pushpa kahan tha? Woh nahi aaya tujhe bachane. Main aaya tha. Main ne tujhe bachaya tha. Main ne risk liya tha tere liye. Tujhe ghar wapas laaya tha. Us din tu khud boli thi – ‘Jolly… tu hi mera rakshak hai.’”

Srivalli ke aansu ab ruk nahi rahe the. Woh chup-chaap leti rahi, uske hoth kaanp rahe the, lekin ek shabd bhi nahi nikla.

Jolly ne uske kaan mein aur gehra whisper kiya, “Aur jab Pushpa jail mein tha… usko nikalne ka koi rasta nahi tha. Sirf ek banda tha jo usko nikaal sakta tha – Dave. Maine tujhe usse milwaya tha. Maine nahi kaha tha ki tu usse chud ja. Woh teri deal thi Srivalli. Tu khud gayi thi uske paas. Tu khud leti gayi thi uske bed par. Teri chut par stitches usne daale the… gangbang usne kiya tha… main sirf deal karne wala tha. Agar tu na chudti toh Pushpa aaj bhi jail mein sada hota. Tune uske liye sab kuch seh liya… aur woh chutiya? Uski itni taakat bhi nahi thi ki apni biwi ko paraye mard se bacha sake. Woh kya tujhe sambhalega? Woh sirf ek kamzor pati hai… jo jail mein baith kar sapne dekh raha tha.”

Srivalli ki aankhon se aansu ki dhaar beh rahi thi. Woh abhi bhi chup thi. Uski body thar rahi thi, lekin usne Jolly ko dhakela nahi. Sirf sun rahi thi, har shabd apne dil mein utaar rahi thi.

Jolly ne uske gaal par ek halka sa kiss kiya aur whisper continue kiya, “Use accha toh main hun jo hai so hai… main ne tujhe kabhi chhoda nahi. Main ne tujhe hamesha apna banane ki koshish ki. Tu meri rani hai Srivalli… Pushpa sirf naam ka pati hai. Woh tujhe kabhi nahi dekh paya jaise main dekhta hoon. Teri beauty, teri body, teri chut… sab kuch meri taraf khinchti hai. Tu gusse mein hai… lekin andar se tu jaanti hai ki main sahi keh raha hoon. Pushpa ne tujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya… main ne kiya hai. Har baar.”

Srivalli ke aansu ab Jolly ke chest par gir rahe the. Uski saans kaanp rahi thi. Woh abhi bhi chup thi, lekin uske dil mein ek toofan uth raha tha. Har shabd usko andar se tod raha tha. Pushpa ki yaadein, jail ki yaadein, Dave ki raatein, Jolly ki pehli chudai… sab kuch ek saath aa raha tha.

Jolly ne usko aur tight se gale lagaya aur last whisper kiya, “Ab bata… tu mujhpe gussa kyun hai? Main tera asli rakshak hoon… aur tu meri asli rani. Pushpa sirf ek bahana hai… asli gunhegar woh khud hai jo tujhe kabhi sambhal nahi paya.”

Srivalli ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf aansu beh rahe the. Uski body abhi bhi Jolly ke chest par leti hui thi, chut abhi bhi uske lund par baithi hui thi, dono ke mixture se geeli. Uski aankhein band thi, lekin dimag mein sirf ek hi sawal ghum raha tha – *Kya Jolly sahi keh raha hai? Kya Pushpa ji sach mein kamzor hain?*

Car ke andar sannata tha. Sirf Srivalli ke halke sobs aur Jolly ki dheemi saansen sunai de rahi thi.

Jolly jaanta tha – ab uske aansu uski taraf aa chuke the. Ab bas thoda sa aur time… aur Srivalli phir se uski ho jayegi.

Srivalli ne apni aankhein kholi. Uski saans abhi bhi tez thi. Woh Jolly ke chest par leti hui thi, uski badi-badi boobs uske seene se dab rahi thi, paseene se tar. Uski chut abhi bhi uske lund par baithi hui thi – dono ke mixture se bilkul geeli aur overflow ho rahi thi. Garam cum uski chut se dheere-dheere bahar nikal raha tha, uski thighs par aur car ki seat par beh raha tha.

Uski body thar rahi thi. Masti abhi bhi uske andar thi, lekin guilt aur gussa bhi wapas laut aane laga tha. Woh dheere se uthi. Jolly ka lund uski chut se nikalte hi ek ‘plop’ awaaz ke saath bahar aa gaya. Thick white cum uski chut se zor se nikal kar uski thighs par aur petticoat par girne laga.

Srivalli ne apna muh band kiya aur seat par baith gayi. Uski taange kaanp rahi thi. Usne apni saree ke pallu ko uthaya aur chut ko saaf karne lagi – pallu se hi, zor-zor se. Har touch par dard aur maza ka milan usko yaad dilata tha. Cum bahut zyada tha – Jolly ka thick maal aur uska apna ras mix ho kar uski chut se tapak raha tha. Woh pallu ko andar tak daal kar saaf karti rahi, lekin har baar usko lag raha tha jaise woh abhi bhi uske andar hai.

“Ufff…” ek halki si saans uske muh se nikal gayi. Uski aankhein phir se bhar aayi. Jolly ke words abhi bhi uske kaan mein goonj rahe the – “Pushpa ne tujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya… main ne kiya hai… woh chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai…”

Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi jab usne blouse ke hooks band kiye. Dono bade boobs ko andar dhakelte hue usne blouse ko tight kiya. Phir petticoat ki naada band ki, saree ko hips par lapet kar pallu ko left shoulder par gracefully daal diya. Saree ab phir se perfect thi – pink Kanjeevaram silk chamak rahi thi, pallu seene par tight, cleavage thoda sa jhalak raha tha. Usne baal theek kiye, bindi aur sindoor check kiya. Mirror mein dekha toh bahar se woh bilkul pativrata rani lag rahi thi… lekin andar se woh toot rahi thi.



Jolly seat par let kar usko dekh raha tha. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf dekhta raha. Uski aankhon mein ek dark satisfaction tha.

Srivalli ne car ka door khola. Uski taange abhi bhi thodi si limp thi. Woh bahar nikli, pallu ko aur tight se lapet liya aur apni gaadi ki taraf badh gayi. Jolly ke aadmi ne uski gaadi ko wahan laakar park kar diya tha. Woh driver seat par baith gayi, door band kiya aur engine start kiya. Bina ek baar bhi peeche mud kar dekhe, bina ek shabd bole, usne gaadi aage badha di.

Jolly ne usko jaate hue dekha. Usne car ka door nahi roka, usko rokne ki koshish nahi ki. Woh jaanta tha – ab uske words uske dimag mein ghus chuke the. Seed plant ho chuka tha. Pushpa ke baare mein shak, uski kamzori, uski asliyat… yeh sab ab Srivalli ke dil mein kaam kar raha tha. Woh muskuraya – ek gehra, dark, satisfied smile.

Gaadi door tak chali gayi aur jungle ki sadak par gayab ho gayi. Jolly ne apni zip band ki, seat par let kar ceiling ki taraf dekha aur zor se hans diya. Uski hansi car ke andar goonj rahi thi – confident, victorious, dangerous.

“Ja meri rani… ja ghar… lekin ab tu kabhi bhi puri tarah se Pushpa ki nahi rahegi. Main ne jo beej boya hai… woh ab ugne laga hai. Agla baar tu khud mere paas aayegi… willingly.”

Uski hansi dheere-dheere ruk gayi. Woh apne phone uthaya aur driver ko message kiya – “Follow her till haveli. Koi problem na ho.”

Phir woh peeche let gaya, aankhein band kar li. Uski muskaan abhi bhi chehre par thi. Seed plant ho chuka tha. Ab sirf wait karna tha.

Haveli ki taraf jaati hui Srivalli ki gaadi jungle ki sadak par tez chal rahi thi. Uski aankhein aansuon se bhari hui thi. Jolly ke words har pal uske dimag mein repeat ho rahe the. Pushpa ki yaad aa rahi thi… uski kamzori… uski asliyat…

Lekin bahar se woh bilkul normal thi – saree perfect, pallu theek, chehra shant. Sirf uske dil mein ek naya toofan uth raha tha.

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Srivalli ki gaadi haveli ki taraf tez chal rahi thi. Jungle ki sadak ab khatam ho chuki thi, lekin uske dimag mein toofan abhi bhi chal raha tha. Uski pink Kanjeevaram silk saree ab thodi si creased thi, pallu ko usne bahut tight se lapeta hua tha taaki cleavage na dikhe. Uski chut abhi bhi geeli thi – Jolly ka thick cum andar se dheere-dheere leak ho raha tha, panty ko geela kar raha tha. Har gear badalte waqt seat par thoda sa pressure padta aur usko yaad aa jata tha – uski gaand Jolly ki thighs par zor-zor se girti hui, uska lund poora andar, woh khud upar-neeche ride karti hui.

“Jolly… saala harami…” usne apne aap se bola, lekin uski awaaz mein gussa ke saath ek ajab si kampan bhi thi. Usne steering wheel ko zor se pakad liya. Jolly ke words har pal repeat ho rahe the – “Pushpa ne tujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya… main ne kiya hai… woh chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai…”
Aansu uski aankhon se behne lage. Usne jaldi se unko ponchha. Nahin… yeh galat hai. Pushpa ji ne mujhe hamesha pyar diya hai. Woh jail mein the… unki kya galti? Main hi… main hi unke liye sab seh rahi thi. Lekin saath hi dusri awaaz aa rahi thi – Jolly ki awaaz. Agar woh itna strong hota toh tujhe gunde utha kar le jaate waqt kyun nahi aaya? Main aaya tha… main ne tujhe bachaya tha.
Gaadi haveli ke gate par pahunch gayi. Security guard ne muskurate hue gate khola. Srivalli ne apna chehra theek kiya, pallu adjust kiya, aur muskaan laga li – wohi pativrata rani wali muskaan jo har koi jaanta tha.



Andar pahunchte hi maa ne gale lagaya, “Beta aa gayi? Mandir mein sab theek tha na?” Srivalli ne sir hila diya, “Haan maa ji… bahut shanti mili.” Pushpa garden se andar aaya, uske chehre par khushi thi. “Rani… kitni sundar lag rahi ho aaj. Bhagwan ne zaroor hamari dua sun li hogi.” Usne Srivalli ka haath pakad liya aur usko apne se chipka liya. Srivalli ne muskurate hue uske gaal par kiss kiya, lekin andar se uski chut se ek aur boond cum nikal kar panty mein fail gaya.

Kaveri bhi wahan thi. Uski aankhein thodi si thaki hui thi, lekin woh bhi normal ban rahi thi. “Bhabhi… aap theek ho na?” Srivalli ne uske sar par haath pher diya, “Haan beta… tu bhi theek hai na?”
Sab log drawing room mein baith gaye. Pushpa ne apne naye plans ke baare mein baat ki. Srivalli sabko chai serve karti rahi, muskurati rahi, lekin har baar jab woh jhukti, uski chut se thoda sa cum leak hota aur usko lagta jaise sabko pata chal jayega. Uski thighs thodi si geeli thi. Woh baar-baar pallu seeche se adjust karti.
“Main fresh ho kar aati hoon,” usne finally kaha aur apne bedroom ki taraf chali gayi. Bathroom mein pahunch kar usne darwaza band kiya aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhein laal thi. Usne saree ka pallu hataaya, petticoat neeche kiya aur panty utari.
“Ufff…” ek halki si saans nikal gayi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi si swollen thi. Jolly ka thick white cum andar se nikal raha tha – uski ungliyon par chipak raha tha. Woh tissue le kar zor-zor se saaf karne lagi. Har touch par dard aur maza ka milan usko yaad dilata tha. “Jolly… tu ne phir se kar diya… aur main… main khud ride kar rahi thi uske lund par…”
Aansu behne lage. Woh floor par baith gayi, knees ko seene se chipka kar, aur zor-zor se ro padi. “Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji itne pyar se mujhe dekh rahe hain… aur main… main unke dushman ke lund par masti kar rahi thi? Jolly ne jo kaha… kya woh sach hai? Pushpa ji ne mujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya? Woh jail mein the… maine unke liye sab seh liya… lekin kya woh sach mein kamzor hain?”
Usne tissue ko chut ke andar tak daal kar saaf kiya. Cum bahut zyada tha – uski ungliyan geeli ho gayi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi geeli thi, Jolly ke lund ki yaad se. “Nahin… yeh galat hai… main Pushpa ji ki hoon… sirf unki…” lekin saath hi Jolly ke words repeat ho rahe the – “Woh chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai…”
Bahut der baad woh bahar nikli. Kapde badal kar simple salwar-kameez pehen li. Chehra dhoya, aankhein ponchi, aur muskurate hue bahar aayi. Dinner table par sab log baith gaye. Pushpa uske paas baitha tha, uska haath pakad kar baatein kar raha tha. Srivalli sabko serve karti rahi, hans ti rahi, lekin andar se toofan chal raha tha.



Raat ko bedroom mein jab Pushpa so gaya, Srivalli uske paas let gayi. Usne apna haath apne pet par rakh diya. Chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi. Jolly ke words phir se aa gaye. Uski aankhein phir se bhar aayi.

“Pushpa ji…” usne dheere se whisper kiya, “aap mujhe hamesha protect karoge na?”
Pushpa neend mein tha. Srivalli ne apni aankhein band kar li, lekin neend nahi aane wali thi. Jolly ka beej uske dimag mein ugne laga tha.

Pushpa Raj subah jaldi uth chuka tha. Uski gaadi bahar ready thi, driver wait kar raha tha. Haveli ke drawing room mein woh Srivalli ke saamne khada tha, uske haath pakad kar. “Rani… main chand din ke liye apne sandalwood business ko settle karne ja raha hoon. Purane contacts se milna hai, naye deals final karne hain. Tu ghar ka khayal rakhna. Kaveri aur maa ji ka bhi.”

Srivalli ne muskurate hue uske gaal par kiss kiya. Uski pink lips Pushpa ke chehre par lage, lekin uski aankhein door thi. “Ji Pushpa ji… aap tension mat lijiye. Main sab sambhal lungi. Jaldi wapas aaiyega.” Usne uske kandhe par haath rakh kar usko gale lagaya. Pushpa ne uske sar par haath pher diya aur gaadi mein baith kar nikal gaya. Gaadi gate se bahar nikalte hi Srivalli ka chehra badal gaya.
Woh bedroom mein chali gayi, darwaza band kiya aur bed par baith gayi. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi – kal raat Jolly ke creampie ki yaad abhi bhi andar jal rahi thi. Usne phone uthaya. Jolly ke last words uske dimag mein ghum rahe the – “Pushpa chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai… main tera asli rakshak hoon… use accha toh main hun jo hai so hai…”
Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Usne message type kiya aur bhej diya:
Srivalli: I want to meet.
Jolly ka reply turant aaya:
Jolly: Thik hai… bungalow pe aa ja. Main wait kar raha hoon.
Srivalli ne phone side mein rakh diya. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji abhi-abhi gaye hain… aur main unke dushman ke bungalow ja rahi hoon? Lekin… woh jo keh raha tha… kya woh sach hai? Kya Pushpa ji sach mein mujhe protect nahi kar sake?
Usne almari kholi. Aaj koi routine nahi thi. Usne ek simple lekin seductive black saree nikali – thin georgette, low-neck blouse, aur pallu jo uski curvy body ko perfectly highlight karta tha. Usne saree lapeti, blouse ke hooks band kiye, pallu ko left shoulder par daala. Baal khule chhod diye, thoda sa kajal, sindoor, aur light lipstick. Mirror mein dekha toh woh khud ko dekh kar soch rahi thi – Yeh body… yeh beauty… sab log iska fayda uthate hain… kya main bhi iska fayda utha sakti hoon?
Usne car ki chaabi uthayi, maa ko bol diya “thoda market ja rahi hoon”, aur ghar se nikal gayi. Drive karte hue uske dimag mein sirf ek hi baat thi – protector. Agar Pushpa ji nahi… toh kya Jolly mera protector ban sakta hai? Ya… kuch aur?
Jolly ka bungalow jungle ke andar tha – ek modern luxury villa, high walls, private. Srivalli gaadi andar le gayi. Jolly bahar hi khada tha, designer shirt mein, confident smile ke saath. Usne gaadi ka door khola aur Srivalli ko bahar nikaala.



Tu aa gayi… main jaanta tha tu aayegi,” Jolly ne dheere se bola aur usko andar le gaya.

Living room mein pahunch kar Srivalli seedhe point par aayi. Uski awaaz mein gussa aur dar dono tha. “Jolly… bata… agar Pushpa nahi… toh kya tu mera protector ban sakta hai? Sach bata… main ab confuse hoon. Kal tu ne jo kaha… woh baar-baar mere dimag mein aa raha hai.”
Jolly ne usko sofa par baithaya. Usne uske paas baith kar uske haath pakad liye. Uski awaaz gehri aur convincing thi.
“Corrupt world hai yeh Srivalli. Yahan koi kisi ko protect nahi karta… sab apna fayda dekhte hain. Main tera backbone ban sakta hoon… tera asli protector. Lekin kyun sirf protector? Kyun tu queen nahi ban sakti? Teri beauty… teri body… yeh sab weapon hai. Sab mard iska against tujhe use kar rahe hain – Dave, Rudra, main… sab. Ab tu isko unke against use kar. Arab Prince ka number tere paas hai na? Woh tujhe marry karna chahta tha… ya help ke liye call karne ko bola tha. Adamath… woh bhi tera contact hai. Agar tu usko apni body de degi toh woh hamesha tera support karega. Har mard teri taraf lured hai… teri body lucrative hai… isko weapon bana. Tu queen ban ja. Main tera backbone ban jaunga… lekin tu rule karegi. Pushpa sirf naam ka raja hai… tu asli rani ban sakti hai.”
Srivalli chup-chaap sun rahi thi. Uski aankhein door thi. Usne apne phone mein Arab Prince ka number dekha – woh message abhi bhi saved tha: “If you ever need anything, call me. I can make you my queen.” Adamath ka bhi – “Your body is my weakness… anytime you want power, I’m here.”
Uski chut mein ek halki si current daud gayi. Sach hai… sab mard meri taraf dekhte hain. Meri body… yeh sabko control karti hai. Agar main isko use karun… toh kya main queen ban sakti hoon? Pushpa ji… woh toh sirf sapne dekhte hain… main asli power haath mein le sakti hoon.
Uski saans tez ho gayi. Woh Jolly ki taraf dekhi – uski aankhon mein ab gussa kam tha, soch zyada thi.
Jolly ne uske haath ko aur tight pakad liya aur muskuraya. “Soch le Srivalli… queen banne ka mauka hai yeh. Main sirf tera backbone hoon… baaki power teri hai.”
Srivalli ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf sochti rahi. Bahar se woh shant thi… lekin andar se ek naya faisla ugne laga tha.



Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha.

Woh sofa par baithi rahi, aankhein neeche, haath god mein. Jolly ke words uske dimag mein ghum rahe the – “Queen ban ja… teri beauty weapon hai… Arab Prince, Adamath… sab mard teri taraf lured hain… main tera backbone ban jaunga… Pushpa sirf naam ka pati hai…”
Uski saans tez ho chuki thi. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi, kal raat ka creampie abhi bhi andar mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne apna pallu aur tight se lapet liya, cleavage chhupaya, aur dheere se uth khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhein Jolly se mili, lekin usne ek shabd bhi nahi bola. Sirf ek gehri nazar daali – confusion, gussa, soch, aur ek chhoti si dar ki jhalak.
Jolly ne kuch nahi roka. Woh jaanta tha – ab bolne ka time nahi tha. Seed already plant ho chuka tha. Woh sirf muskuraya aur uth kar darwaze tak uske saath chala.
Srivalli bahar nikli. Uski black saree dhoop mein chamak rahi thi, gaand ka shape saaf dikhai de raha tha, boobs saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahe the. Woh apni gaadi mein baith gayi, engine start kiya, aur bina ek baar peeche mud kar dekhe bungalow se nikal gayi. Gaadi jungle ki sadak par tez chal rahi thi.
Andar se uska dimag ek toofan tha.
Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji abhi business settle karne gaye hain… aur main unke dushman ke bungalow se aa rahi hoon? Jolly ne jo kaha… woh sach lag raha hai. Arab Prince ka message… “If you ever need anything, call me.” Adamath… woh bhi hamesha ready rehta hai. Meri body… yeh sabko control karti hai. Kya main sach mein queen ban sakti hoon? Pushpa ji… woh toh sirf sapne dekhte hain… empire wapas banana chahte hain… lekin mujhe protect karne mein kabhi strong nahi dikhe. Jail mein the… gunde mujhe utha kar le gaye the… Jolly aaya tha. Dave ke deal mein bhi… maine hi sab seh liya tha unke liye.
Uski aankhein aansuon se bhar aayi. Usne steering wheel ko zor se pakad liya. Lekin yeh galat hai… main Pushpa ji ki patni hoon… unki rani hoon… main unke liye sab kuch karti hoon. Phir bhi… Jolly ka lund… kal raat main khud us par ride kar rahi thi… maza aa raha tha… kyun? Kya main sach mein itni kamzor hoon?
Gaadi haveli ki taraf badh rahi thi. Srivalli chup-chaap sochti rahi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi geeli thi, Jolly ke words aur kal raat ki yaadein usko andar se hila rahi thi. Woh confuse thi – gussa tha, guilt tha, lekin ek naya soch bhi ug raha tha. Queen… backbone… beauty as weapon… kya yeh sach mein possible hai?




Jolly bungalow ke drawing room mein khada tha. Usne Srivalli ki gaadi jaate hue dekha. Uski muskaan gehri thi. Woh jaanta tha – usne jo beej boya tha, woh ugne laga tha. Ab sirf thoda sa time aur paani chahiye tha.

Usne phone uthaya aur apne father – CM Rudra Reddy – ko call kiya. Phone second ring par uth gaya.
“Beta Jolly… kya scene hai?” Rudra ki authoritative awaaz aayi.
Jolly zor se hans diya. Uski hansi mein confidence aur darkness dono tha. “Pita ji… soon Pushpa ki rani hamari hogi. Main ne aaj uske dimag mein doubt ka beej bo diya hai. Woh confuse hai… soch rahi hai. Uske paas Arab Prince aur Adamath ke numbers hain… uski beauty usko queen bana sakti hai. Aur hum usko use karke Pushpa ka saara business khinch lenge. Uski body, uska pativrata image, uska sab kuch… sab hamara ho jayega. Pushpa ko sirf naam ka raja rakh denge… asli power humare haath mein.”
Rudra bhi zor se hans pada. Dono baap-bete ki hansi phone par goonj rahi thi – dark, victorious, greedy.
“Bahut achha beta… bahut achha. Srivalli jaise rani ko agar hum apna bana liye… toh Pushpa ka empire khud-ba-khud hamara ho jayega. Tu usko sambhal… main baaki political cover de dunga. Jaldi se kaam pura kar. Woh randi ab hamari hone wali hai.”
Jolly ne phone kaatne se pehle ek aur baar hans diya. “Haan pita ji… soon… very soon.”
Phone band karte hi usne balcony par jaakar cigarette sulgaai. Uski aankhein door jungle ki taraf thi, jahan Srivalli ki gaadi abhi gayab ho chuki thi.
“Ja meri rani… soch… confuse ho… lekin tu wapas aayegi. Aur is baar tu khud queen banegi… hamari queen.”
Uski muskaan abhi bhi chehre par thi. Game ab aur gehra hone wala tha.