[Joker44]

Room ka mahol ab poori tarah se badal chuka tha. Munna ne control le liya tha — lekin Pranali, us control mein bhi khud ko azad mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Usne Munna se thoda faasla liya, jaise ek instinct ho — thoda sa shyness, thoda sa nervousness. Ek second ke liye lagaa, jaise woh phir se unsure ho gayi ho. Lekin Munna ne uske chehre ka har expression pad liya tha.
Woh uske paas aaya, soft tone mein bola, "Relax, Pranali… main hoon na. Kuch nahi hoga jo tu nahi chahegi."
Uski aawaz mein calm tha, magar aankhon mein wahi purani aag.
Thoda silence raha… fir Munna ne corner table se wine ka ek glass uthaya aur uske samne laake rakha.
"Thoda try kar… bas mind halka ho jaayega," usne soft smile ke saath kaha.
Pranali ne pehle toh sir hila diya… "Main kabhi peeti nahi."
Par phir usne Munna ki aankhon mein dekha — aur shayad apne dil ke darr se aankh milayi — phir bina kuch soche, glass uthaya… aur pura ek hi sip mein khaali kar diya.
Munna thoda shocked tha, uski aankhen chauk gayi… lekin uske lips pe ek devious si smile aayi.
"Toh aaj raat sach mein nayi Pranali aayi hai," usne dheere se kaha.
Dusra glass… teesra… chhotha.
Ab Pranali ka expression badal raha tha. Halki si smile, aankhon mein sparkle, shyness kam… openness zyada. Uski body thodi relaxed ho chuki thi, aur uske gestures mein ab wo purana tension nahi tha.
Munna uske paas aaya… bina kuch bole.
Phir ek pal mein, usne Pranali ka face apne haathon mein liya… aur lips pe ek deep kiss chhod diya. Is baar woh kiss soft nahi tha — woh wild tha, rough, dominant. Usne uski lower lip bite ki, tongue se explore kiya… Pranali ne ek pal ko mooh khola… aur kiss aur gehra ho gaya.
Neck pe lips shift hue. Munna ne uski neckline ko kiss kiya, phir bite chhoda — ek red wet mark. Phir dusra, aur dusra.
Pallu dheere se phisal gaya… ab Pranali sirf blouse aur half saree mein thi. Her deep cleavage fully visible — blouse tight, breath heavy. Her mangalsutra resting right between those curves — lekin ab uske upar broken lipstick ka red smudge tha.
Munna ne uske bare shoulder ko kiss kiya, uski collarbone ko lick kiya. Uska neck ab poora wet ho chuka tha — lipstick ke stains, uski tongue ka trace, uske lips ka pressure — sab milke ek art ban chuka tha.
Pranali ki saans tez thi… par usme darr nahi tha. Uske lips thode parted the, aankhen band… lekin expression mein ek controlled surrender tha.
Blouse ke back strings Munna ne dheere se khole… aur uska haath uski back pe slide hua…
Pranali ne apni kamar khinch ke uske close kar li… jaise keh rahi ho — “Main yahin hoon… poori.”
Room mein sirf unki breathing thi. Bed ke corner pe saree ka fall latak raha tha, lipstick ka red shade mirror ke reflection mein chamak raha tha… aur ek aurat apne har layer ko tod kar, ek naye junoon mein bikharti ja rahi thi.







Bed ke edge par baithi Pranali ab sirf aadhi saree mein thi — uska blouse tight tha, breathing heavy, aur aankhen Munna ke har touch ko mehsoos kar rahi thi. Munna ne uske baalon ko ek taraf kiya, uski pith par deep kisses chhodta gaya — aur phir halke se uski skin ko bite kiya, jisse uski kamar thodi si jhatki.
Blouse ka hook khulta hai. Ek halki awaaz ke saath uski peeth se kapda phisalta hai, aur Munna ki aankhon ke samne Pranali ka bare back aur unclasped bra aa jata hai. Usne dheere se bra ki straps utari… aur ab woh uske saamne thi — poori, nangi, aur sirf uski.







Munna ki aankhon mein ek hunger tha, par uska touch gentle ho gaya. Usne Pranali ke bare chest ko aankhon se pooja ki tarah dekha — jaise har curve, har inch ek tasveer ho jo sirf uske liye bani ho.
Pranali ki breathing fast thi, nipples tight ho chuke the, halka sa thartharahat mein.
Munna ne use apni godh mein bithaya, dono haathon se uski kamar ko pakda… aur apna munh uske chest par le gaya.
Usne lips se uske nipples ko chhua… pehle halka, phir deep… phir chusne laga.
Pranali ne aankhen band ki aur moan kar uthi — ek halki si sargam jaise room mein goonj uthi ho. Uski moans controlled thi, lekin jism ka control chhut gaya tha.
Munna chus raha tha — kabhi slowly, kabhi thoda wild. Usne tongue se circular motion banaye, aur kabhi kabhi gently bite bhi karta. Pranali ki ungliyan uske baalon mein ja chuki thi — woh uske aur paas kheench rahi thi.
Ek pal aaya jab Munna ne mehsoos kiya… uske lips par kuch warm sa… halka sa taste. Usne dekha — ek boond narmi se nikal aayi thi — Pranali ka doodh.
Woh ruka nahi — usne uss boond ko apne lips se liya, usse piya — jaise ek gift ho. Pranali ne aankhen khol kar uski aankhon mein dekha — woh sharma gayi, lekin Munna ke chehre par ek sukoon tha… jaise usne uska ek aur roop chakh liya ho.
Woh pal dono ke beech mein thama hua tha — intense, raw, aur personal.
Pranali (andar hi andar):
"Aaj main uski hoon… har sense mein. Aur yeh ehsaas mujhe tootne nahi, banne de raha hai."


Munna ka touch uske jism par aag jala chuka tha… lekin Pranali ka mann ab ek naye zone mein ja chuka tha. Woh sirf ek body nahi thi aaj… woh apna haq, apna control chah rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi — ek aag jo usne ab tak kabhi nahi jani thi.
Usne Munna ko dheere se peeche kiya — woh surprise hua, lekin uske chehre pe halki si muskaan thi. Pranali apne ghutnon par baith gayi, uski aankhen seedha Munna ki aankhon mein thi — full of intention, full of fire.
Uska haath dheere se Munna ke pants tak gaya. Zip ki chain se khelte hue, usne usse khola. Munna ki saans thodi tez ho gayi, woh sirf Pranali ko dekh raha tha — jaise uska sab kuch ab us aurat ke haath mein ho.
Pranali ne dheere se andar haath daala, uske hardness ko feel kiya — firm, hot, full of desire. Uske ungliyon ka slow motion, soft pressure ne Munna se ek halki si siskari nikalwa di.
“Aaahh…”
Munna ne aankhen band ki, lekin smile abhi bhi tha — woh kabhi dominate karta tha, aaj dominate hone de raha tha.
Pranali ne uska lund bahar nikala — woh bilkul ready tha, full of blood, pulse mein dhadak raha tha. Usne usse ek nazar dekha… phir apne hothon se halka sa kiss kiya — tip pe, soft… wet… lingering.
Usne ek lambi si lap li — jaise ice cream chaat rahi ho, har swirl mein pyaas thi. Kulfi jaise taste kar rahi thi, slow se start kiya, tongue tip se circle banaye… phir base tak le jaakar poora feel kiya.
Munna (moaning, breathless):
"Haaan... Pranali… tu kya kar rahi hai…"
Pranali ke lips mein woh wild game chal raha tha — kabhi soft suck, kabhi deep throaty push. Sound gungunahat ban chuki thi — slurps, moans, wet warmth ka raag.
Usne dono haathon se grip banayi, ek se base hold kiya aur doosre se motion banayi… aur lips se tip ko continue kiya — kabhi chusna, kabhi kiss, kabhi tongue se tease karna.
Room mein sirf ek music chal raha tha — Pranali ki lips ka sound aur Munna ki moaning.
Pranali ka face glow kar raha tha, lipstick already chhut chuki thi, lekin uski aankhon mein sirf ek baat thi — control.
Woh us pal ki malik thi.






Munna’s POV
Woh mere ghutnon ke paas thi — ghutnon pe baithi hui, ek roshni ki tarah chamak rahi thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek junoon tha… ek aag jisme main khud jalne ko tayyar tha.
Uske haathon mein mera jism tha — tight grip, slow strokes, aur lips jo har touch ko paagal bana rahe the.
Main upar se usse dekh raha tha — uska bindi, khula hua hair, deep neckline, aur sabse zyada... uska mangalsutra, jo baar-baar mere lund se takra raha tha. Har baar woh chain touch karti, ek alag hi sukoon hota — jaise woh meri patni ho, meri chhupi hui chaahat ho.
Woh koi normal blowjob nahi tha. Woh ek ritual lag raha tha — har lick, har suck mein woh mujhe andar tak chus rahi thi.
Mere haathon ne uske baal ko gently pakda — main uska chehra clearly dekhna chahta tha. Uske lips tight wrap mein the, tongue har motion mein ghus rahi thi. Kabhi woh base tak jaati, toh kabhi sirf tip pe focus karti — aur mujhe lag raha tha main yahin... isi pal mein phat jaaunga.
"Saala… yeh aurat… pagal kar rahi hai," main andar hi andar souch raha tha. Par control uske haathon mein chala gaya tha.

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Pranali’s POV
Uska taste… pehle ajeeb laga tha. Hard, salty, thick… par phir… ek nasha sa chadh gaya. Jaise main apna sab kuch bhool gayi hoon.
Mujhe laga tha guilt hoga… par ab nahi. Har stroke, har suck, har lick ke saath main khud mein ghus rahi thi. Yeh meri moment thi — main yeh kar rahi thi, apne marzi se.
Uska lund ab meri tongue ke neeche tha, mera saliva uske shaft pe chamak raha tha. Kabhi main tip ko kulfi ki tarah ghoomti, kabhi usse pura le leti — mera throat heavy ho jata, par main rukh nahi rahi thi.
Munna ke haathon ne mere baalon ko pakda, lekin gentle tha. Woh mujhe dekh raha tha… main usse mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Mera mangalsutra baar-baar uske lund se lag raha tha. Pehle thoda ajeeb laga… par phir laga — yeh pal mera hai. Yeh main hoon, bina kisi mask ke.
Ab main slow nahi thi. Main pace badha chuki thi — slurp sounds, moans, aur mera saans lena bhi wild ho chuka tha. Munna ki moans mujhe aur excite kar rahi thi.
Mujhe maza aa raha tha. Har ek reaction main chaahti thi. Har moan mera reward tha.
Main uske aankhon mein dekhte hue usse suck karti gayi… aur socha — aaj raat sirf meri hai.





Munna ke saans tez the… Pranali ab bhi uske samne ghutnon par thi, aankhen band, aur hoth par us raat ka sabse gehra raaz.Munna ne sarra cum oranali ke muhh mae chor diya aur Usne sab pi liya… bina shikayat, bina hichkichahat. Usne khud ko puri tarah Munna ke hawale kar diya tha… aur us pal, Munna ne pehli baar sirf hawas nahi, jazbaat bhi mehsoos kiya.




Woh usse dheere se uthata hai — uske haathon se uski baaki saree ko hata deta hai. Ab Pranali sirf ek panty mein thi… haathon mein choodiyan, gale mein mangalsutra, aur baaki sab… khula, nanga, sach.
Uska jism mirror mein chamak raha tha — bare chest, soft curves, flat stomach, aur navel ke aas-paas ki wo shine jo sirf desire se aati hai. Uske bal dheere se peeth par gir rahe the, aur aankhon mein koi parda nahi tha.
Munna ne use apni godh mein bithaya, dono ki skin ek dusre ko mehsoos karti hui, aur haathon se uski kamar ko pakda. Pranali ne aankhen band ki… uska dil dhadak raha tha… lekin shikayat nahi thi.
Usne apne andar bol diya tha — "Aaj main Munna ki hoon, poori. Jo hoga, jaise hoga… main rokungi nahi."
Munna ne uski panty par ungli ghumaayi — slow, deliberate… jaise woh sirf jism nahi, uske har ehsaas ko chho raha ho. Uski silky fabric ke neeche se warmth mehsoos hoti thi… aur Munna ko pata tha, Pranali ab tayyar hai.
Uski breathing badalne lagi… chest upar neeche hone laga, lips halki moan ke saath khulne lage.
Woh fabric dheere se side karta hai… aur Pranali ki aankhen aur bhi zyada band ho jaati hain. Woh sab kuch mehsoos kar rahi thi — uske touch mein pyaas thi, lekin izzat bhi thi.
Uska jism naram tha, lekin andar se jal raha tha — soft, warm, and completely drenched in longing.
Munna ke haath ne us jagah ko pehli baar directly chhua — uske fingertips ne circular motion mein uski wetness ko feel kiya… har movement pe Pranali ki saans aur moan milte ja rahe the.
Woh moment intense tha — lekin pyaar bhara. Hawas tha, par izzat bhi thi. Woh dono ab ek dusre ke liye bas jism nahi, ek kahani ban chuke the.

[Joker44]

Pranali ab puri tarah Munna ke control mein thi — lekin yeh pehli baar tha jab woh khud bhi is control ko chah rahi thi. Har touch, har motion — ek aisi lehar thi jisme woh beh rahi thi… bejhijhak, beparwah.
Munna ne uske legs ko thoda aur khola, uski khuli chut halki pink pankhudiyonki traha thi. MUNNA Ne apni fingers se uski chut ka raasta chhoona shuru kiya — pehle halki si jhalak, fir dheere-dheere andar-bahar. Pranali ki moaning ab us kamre ke har kone mein goonj rahi thi.
“Haan… haaan Munna…” — uske lips se nikalte yeh lafz, bewajah nahi the. Woh har pal, har second, har gehrai mein jee rahi thi.
Woh ab bhool chuki thi ki woh ek patni hai, ek maa hai… sirf ek aurat thi — pyaas mein doobi hui, apne aap mein ghuli hui.
Munna ne usse bed pe dheere se giraya, uski legs ko side kiya… aur apna chehra us jagah le gaya jahan Pranali ab tak kisi aur ko aane nahi diya tha.
Usne apni zubaan se chut ko chatna chalu kiya — warm, soft, wet. Jaise woh ek ras chakh raha ho, jiska taste kabhi khatam na ho. Pranali ki body thartharane lagi… uski aankhen pal bhar ke liye upar uth gayi — almost white.
“Aaaahhh…” — woh sirf moan nahi tha, woh uske andar ka bhar nikal raha tha.
Munna ne apni jeeb band nahi ki — slow licking, fir deep pressing, fir circles… woh chaatta raha, jaise woh usse tod nahi, poora kar raha ho.
Pranali ne pillow ko kas liya, kamar uthai… uske jism ka har hissa respond kar raha tha — ek ultimate surrender.
Woh pal… woh raag… sirf un dono ke beech tha. Jisme na past tha, na guilt… sirf “abhi” ka ehsaas tha.




Munna ne apne kapde utaar diye. Uska tan garm tha, saans tez chal rahi thi. Uska lund ab poori tarah se bahar tha, majboot aur tanna hua. Usne Pranali ko apni baahon mein khincha, uski narmi ko mehsoos kiya, uski saans uske gale mein ulajh gayi.
Dono ke beech ki doori ab khatam ho rahi thi.
Munna ne apna lund uski bheegti hui chut ke upar dheere-dheere ragadne laga. Har sparsh pe Pranali ki deh kaanp uthi. Woh us pal mein kho gayi thi. Munna ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue pucha, "Andar daalu?"
Pranali ke liye ab sirf ek hi sach tha—uski khwahish. Har soch, har sankoch peeche chhoot chuka tha. Bas ek jazba bacha tha.
Usne apne haathon se Munna ka lund uthaya, aur apni chut ke paas le jaakar, dheere se andar dhakel diya.
Munna ke hothon pe ek halki si muskaan thi—jaise usne sab kuch paa liya ho.
Phir usne dheere-dheere poora lund uski chut mein ghusa diya… dono ki deh ek rhythm mein aa gayi thi, jaise koi raag chhed diya gaya ho jo sirf woh dono mehsoos kar sakte the.

Munna ka lund poori gehraiyon tak Pranali ke andar chala gaya. Ek teekha sa dard uske chehre pe chhalk utha, aur uske honton se bas nikal gaya, "Aahh... ahh... aghhh!"
Pehli baar tha jab usne itna mota aur lamba lund feel kiya tha. Pehle thoda dard hua, jaise uski deh tod rahi ho. Lekin kuch hi seconds baad, dard pleasure mein badalne laga—ek ajeeb si sukoon wali jalan thi, jo uski chut tak simit nahi rahi... poore jism mein daud gayi.
Munna ab use tezi se chodne laga—ek rhythm mein, har thrust ke sath thoda aur gehra, thoda aur intense. Uske haath kabhi Pranali ki kamar pe jate, kabhi uske boobs ko kas ke pakad lete. Beech-beech mein, woh uske hothon pe kiss karta, kabhi gale pe apna hoth rakh deta, aur kabhi uske kaan ke paas saansein bhar ke usse aur pagal kar deta.
Pranali ab poori tarah se uske sath thi. Uski kamar apne aap hilne lagi thi, Munna ke har jhatke ka jawab deti hui. Uske naakhun Munna ki peeth mein ghus gaye, aur woh kabhi "Yes, Munna... aur!" kehti, kabhi sirf moan karti rahi.
Kamre ka mahaul ab sirf moans, skin ke takraane ki awazon, aur us passion se bhar gaya tha jo dono ne kabhi kisi aur ke sath mehsoos nahi kiya tha.



Munna ne Pranali ko dheere se bed pe jhukaya, uski kamar pakad ke use ghodi jaisa pose diya. Pranali ab chaaro haath pair se bed par thi, uski kamar thodi upar, aur chut poori tarah se exposed. Munna ne uske piche aake apna lund uski chut pe rub kiya... thoda tease kiya... aur phir ek hi smooth thrust mein poora andar daal diya.
"Aahhh... Munna!" Pranali cheekh uthi—yeh position uske liye naye level ka tha.
Munna ab usse doggy style mein chodne laga, har thrust deep aur powerful. Pranali ke boobs jhatkon se hil rahe the, har baar Munna ke thrust ke sath unka bounce aur intense hota ja raha tha.
Munna ki aankhon ne ek moment ke liye Pranali ke neck ke paas dekha—uska mangalsutra uske boobs pe hil raha tha, har jhatke mein us chain ka charm aur shine Munna ko aur deewana kar raha tha.
“Fuck… tu meri hi lagti hai,” Munna ne uske baalon ko pakad ke peeche khincha, uska chehra thoda upar kiya, aur khud horse riding jaise motion mein usse chodne laga. Har baar jab uska lund andar jata, Pranali ki awaz nikalti "Mmmhh... ahh... yes!" Jaise har cell uske body ka sirf pleasure maang raha ho.
Room mein sirf unke moans, bed ki halki chaar-paar, aur skin-slapping ki aawaz gunj rahi thi. Har second, har jhatka, unhe orgasm ke aur kareeb le ja raha tha.




Pranali ab khud pe control mein nahi thi. Uska jism tharthara raha tha, saans phuli hui thi, aur aankhon mein ek aag thi—jo Munna ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Ab tak jo ladki hamesha yaad dilati thi ki “Main kisi ki biwi hoon”, vo ab apne farz, samaj, aur sharam sab kuch peeche chhod chuki thi.
Pleasure uske har pore se tapak raha tha.
Usne Munna ko zor se bed par lita diya, uska chhati seene pe haath rakha, aur bina ek second waste kiye, uske lund ke upar khud baith gayi. Munna ke honton se ek moan nikal gaya, “Ahh fuck…” kyunki uski chut itni tight thi ki lag raha tha jaise poora lund usme jakad liya ho.
Pranali ne apne haathon se Munna ke seene ko dabaaya, kamar hilani shuru ki… dheere-dheere, jaise kisi rhythm mein ho. Phir, kuch hi seconds mein, usne pace badha diya—ab vo literal riding kar rahi thi… fast, wild, aur unapologetically horny.
“Ahh… Munna… haan… haan… mujhe aur chahiye… aur!”
Uski moaning ab music ban gayi thi—ek seductive tune jo kamre ke har kone mein gunj raha tha.
Munna neeche se uski kamar ko hold karta, kabhi uske boobs ko pakadta, kabhi uske nipples ko chusne ke liye uthta, lekin Pranali was in full control.
“Aaj main tujhe dikhati hoon Munna... main sirf kisi ki biwi nahi hoon... main bhi ek aurat hoon... jise chahiye hota hai pleasure, jise chahiye hota hai tera lund!”
Her words, her ride, her dominance—sab kuch Munna ke liye ek fantasy tha. Bed ki chadar silak rahi thi, wood ki halki-chik chik unke motion ke sath milkar ek filthy sexy soundtrack ban gayi thi.
Slap... slap... slap...
Her wetness ne unke every move ko ek sound diya—raw, sticky, carnal.
Munna ki saansein tez thi, "Fuck… tu pagal kar rahi hai mujhe Pranali…"
Uska lund throbbing tha, ready to explode.
Pranali ne apne baalon ko peeche kiya, aankhon mein junoon, aur Munna ko niche se dekha jaise keh rahi ho, "Ab tu sirf mera hai."




Pranali ab poori tarah se wild ho chuki thi. Uska jism Munna ke upar nach raha tha, har thrust ke sath uski chut Munna ke lund ko aur tight kar rahi thi jaise use andar se kha jaana chahti ho. Munna ke hothon se ab bas moans nikal rahe the:
“Ahh… fuck… Pranali… tu kya kar rahi hai…”
Slap… slap… slap…
Her wetness aur uska pace—dono milkar ek primal sound create kar rahe the, jo sirf un do jismon ki nahi, unke andar chhupi hui har chhoti bachi hui inhibition ki tod thi.
Pranali ke boobs upar neeche hil rahe the, mangalsutra unpe takra raha tha, aur Munna uss moment mein poora kho gaya tha.
Pranali ne Munna ke seene pe haath rakha, uski aankhon mein jhaanka, aur bold voice mein bola:
“Main aa rahi hoon, Munna… Mujhe chhodna mat… mujhe bhar de…”
Uski body ek dum tight ho gayi, uski chut ne Munna ke lund ko andar se jakkad liya—aur uske moans high pitch mein explode kiye:
“Ahhh… haan… MUNNA… YESSSSSSSS!”
Woh tharki scream ke saath orgasm mein chali gayi, uska jism kaanp raha tha, chut throbbing thi, aur Munna us vibration ko poora feel kar raha tha. Aur yehi pressure uske liye too much ho gaya.
Munna ne apne haath uski kamar pe kas ke rakhe, neeche se teen solid jhatke diye, aur phir…
“Fuck… main bhi aa raha hoon… aa gaya!”
Ek deep thrust ke sath uska lund Pranali ke andar hi explode ho gaya—usne sab kuch uske andar chhod diya. Uski saans ruk gayi ek pal ke liye, jism tight hua, aur dono ek dusre ke upar gir gaye—thak gaye, lekin ek dusre mein ghule hue.
Kamre mein ab sirf unki saansein thi. Warm, heavy, aur sukoon bhari.
Pranali ab bhi Munna ke upar thi, thoda hilti hui, thoda hansi ke sath. “Pehli baar kisi ne mujhe poora mehsoos karwaya hai…” usne dheere se kaha.
Munna ne uska chehra chuma. "Aur main chahta hoon ki yeh aakhri baar na ho."



Pranali Munna ke upar hi gir gayi thi—thak ke, toot ke. Aur bina kuch soche, uski aankhon mein neend utar aayi. Munna ne usse apni baahon mein le liya… tight, protective, jaise us raat ki har ek moan ko sambhal ke rakhna chahta ho. Dono bas ek dusre mein lipte, nange, khaamoshi mein so gaye.
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Subah jab Pranali ki aankh khuli, toh usne khud ko Munna ki baahon mein paaya. Uska tan ab bhi nanga tha, Munna ke saath chipka hua. Ek pal ke liye uske dimaag ne sab kuch yaad kar liya.
Har touch. Har moan. Har thrust.
Aur uske saath, yaad aayi deal ki woh third condition—
“Har tarah ka pleasure milega, but sex nahi hoga.”
Par usne sab kuch bhula diya tha… apna word, apna guilt, apna status.
Pleasure ne usse jeet liya tha.
Aur us pleasure mein, vo apne pati ko cheat kar gayi thi.
Uski aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye. Dil guilt se bhar gaya. Woh dheere se uthi—pair dard kar rahe the, jism pe Munna ke love bites the. Aur sabse zyada, uski chut se ab bhi Munna ka sperm dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha—ek silent reminder ke raat bhar uske andar kya hua.
Woh washroom gayi, khud ko clean kiya. Thoda der pani ke neeche khadi rahi—jaise paani se woh paap dhona chahti ho. Phir usne apni saari pehni, maang mein sindoor lagaya… aur aaine mein apne aap se nazar milayi.
Jab woh bahar aayi, Munna jag chuka tha. Bed se nanga, relaxed, confident. Usne Pranali ko dekha… aur ek cheeky smile di.
Pranali ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein kuch toofani tha. “Deal khatam. Aaj se tum mera peecha nahi karoge.”
Munna ne muskurate hue, apne gurur se kaha,
“Theek hai… maine jo manga tha, usse to tune zyada diya. Lekin tu bhi to poora maza le rahi thi. Mujhe nahi lagta tu mujhse door reh payegi, Pranali.”
Uske lafzon ne Pranali ka dil chhed diya. Usse yaad aaya—us orgasm ki intensity, us feeling ka junoon… vo sach mein sirf sex nahi tha, kuch aur tha. Par use khud ko sambhalna tha.
Woh Munna ke paas chali gayi, uska chehra pakda… aur ek deep, passionate kiss liya. Aakhri baar. Us kiss mein pyaar nahi tha—sirf emotion, ownership, aur alvida thi.
Phir usne dheere se kaha,
“Miss karna mujhe… yeh cheez tere saamne hogi, lekin ab teri kabhi nahi hogi.”
Aur bina peeche dekhe, woh room se bahar nikal gayi




Pranali car ke pichle seat pe chup baithi thi, jisme sirf uski saans aur guilt ki garmi thi. Bahar ke raaste blur ho gaye the—na jaane Lucknow ki taraf ja rahe the ya Mirzapur se door, us raat ke dard ko peeche chhod kar.
Driver kuch nahi bol raha tha—Munna ka banda tha, samajh gaya tha ki madam kis halat mein hain.
Pranali ki aankhon mein aansu the. Koi cheekhna nahi tha, koi drama nahi… bas ek heavy silence, jo andar se chillaye ja raha tha:
"Main yeh kya kar baithi?"
Uske haath lap mein the, band. Pairon mein dard tha, sirf physical nahi—mental bhi. Uska jism ab bhi Munna ki chhap se bhara tha.
Uski chut abhi bhi slightly sore thi, us love bites ka halka burn tha… aur mann mein ek aawaz thi:
"Main ek pyaar karne wali pativrata patni thi… aur ab main Munna Tripathi ki raat ban chuki hoon."
"Main kaise apne pati ki aankhon mein dekhungi? Kaise use ye sach bataungi? Bataungi bhi ya sab kuch daba dungi?"
Car mein har jhatka uske guilt ko jhatk raha tha. Dimaag flashback kar raha tha—Munna ke deep thrusts, uska naam cheekh-te hue apne pati ka naam bhool jaana, aur wo climax jisme usne control khodiya tha.
Woh raat sirf sex nahi thi—woh ek surrender tha. Aur sabse painful part?
Usse uss raat mein sukoon mila tha. Pleasure mila tha.
Usne apna chehra haath se chhupaya, khud se darte hue socha,
"Agar main enjoy na karti, to shayad guilt kam hota… par main to poora beh gayi thi usmein. Aurat hoke main apna farz bhool gayi."
Munna ka chehra uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha—uski aankhon ka junoon, uska arrogance, uska possessive tone:
“Tu mujhse door nahi reh payegi…”
Usne shake kiya apna head, “No. Main kuch nahi thi uske liye… bas ek conquest. Par mere liye yeh sirf physical nahi tha.”
Aur woh realization hi sabse zyada chubhi thi.
Car ne sharp brake liya—ghar aa gaya tha. Driver ne aankhon se ishara kiya: “Aa gaya, madam.”
Pranali ne aankhon se aansu pochhe. Aaina dekha… khud ko sambhala. Saree theek ki, mangalsutra adjust kiya, lekin dil ka hal theek karna impossible tha.
She stepped out.
Ab use apna asli chehra pehnna tha—the dutiful wife.
Par andar to sirf ek hi thought ghoom raha tha:
"Main ab wo Pranali nahi rahi."




Pranali ghar ke bedroom mein aayi. Pati office ja chuke the, ghar mein dead silence tha. Woh chupke se door lock karke bed pe baith gayi. Phone uthaya.
Hands trembling.
Eyes red.
Contact: Shubha.
Usne phone lagaya… ek ring… do ring…
“Hello?”
Shubha ka usual cheerful tone.
Pranali ne kuch nahi bola pehle. Sirf saans.
“Hello? Pranali? Tu theek hai na?”
Aur tab… uska gala bandh gaya. Saans ruki. Phir toot gaya.
“Shubha…”
“Ha bolo, kya hua?”
“Main… maine… maine kuch aisa kiya hai jo main kabhi soch bhi nahi sakti thi…”
Shubha turant serious ho gayi.
“Kya hua Pranali? Tu ro rahi hai?”
Pranali ke hothon se sirf ek lafz nikla, “Munna…”
Doosri taraf sannata.
Shubha ne almost whisper kiya:
“Kya? Tum dono ne…?”
Pranali ro padi.
“Sab kuch hua, Shubha. Sab kuch. Maine control khod diya… main uski baahon mein chali gayi… maine usse chudwaya…”
"Aur sabse ganda hissaa? Mujhe... maza aaya."
Shubha shocked thi.
“Pranali... tune toh kaha tha deal mein sex allowed nahi tha…!”
“Main janti hoon. Mujhe yaad tha. Har moment yaad tha. Par us raat main sab bhool gayi thi… vo jo karta raha… main ruk nahi payi…”
Ek silence. Sirf Pranali ke aansu ki aawaz.
“Aur ab? Ab tu kya feel kar rahi hai?”
“Shame… guilt… aur…”
Ek pause.
“…aur craving. Mujhe lagta hai main uske paas wapas jaana chahti hoon. Aur mujhe nafrat hai is baat se.”
Shubha ke words dheere se aaye:
“Tu sirf cheat nahi kiya… tune apne aap ko kisi aur ke hawale kar diya. Ab tu decide kar—ye galti thi, ya koi aur sach.”
Pranali sirf ek line boli:
“Main apne pati ke saath hoon… par Munna ke baare mein soch rahi hoon. Aur shayad yehi meri sabse badi haar hai.”
Call cut nahi hua. Dono side pe sirf silence tha.
Bhaari, sach se bhara hua silence.

Whiskey glass in hand, phone to his ear, that smug little smile spreading on his lips.
Phone rings. Answered.
Sharad Shukla:
“Badhai ho, Soham bhai… Munna Tripathi ne teri patni ke saath suhagraat manayi. Aur tu phir bhi shaant hai?”
Soham (laughing softly):
“Shaant nahi hoon, Sharad… khush hoon. Ab usne taste kiya hai na? Ab usse craving hogi. Uska weakness banegi meri biwi. Aur usi se main usse kheenchunga.”
Sharad haans pada.
“Bada kutta nikla tu… biwi bahar chud aayi aur tu usi ka jashn mana raha hai?”
Soham ne ek sip liya.
“Jab chudne ki keemat 100 crore ho, toh jashn hi manega banda. Main koi emotional fool nahi hoon. Pranali uski raat thi… par mere plan ka pawn hai.”
Sharad thoda impressed sa tone mein:
“Wah… Munna soch raha hoga usne Mirzapur pe kabza kaise jama liya… use kya pata Mirzapur usi ki raat se chhink liya jayega.”
Soham ki aankhon mein ek glint tha.
“Ab Munna Pranali ke peeche pagal hoga. Aur main? Main usse deal karunga. Emotions se nahi… leverage se. Mujhe Mirzapur nahi chahiye, mujhe Munna ka remote control chahiye. Aur vo maine set kar diya.”
Sharad:
“Pagal to tu hamesha se tha… lekin ab tu dangerous ban gaya hai. Bhabhi ko use karke Don banne ka plan? Mazaa aaya bhai.”
Soham (smirking):
“Bas ab dekhte ja. Munna chodega nahi Pranali ko… aur main chhodunga nahi Munna ko.”
Dono taraf se ek thanda, karara laughter ghoomta hai. Power ka, manipulation ka, aur shaitan dimaag ka.

[Joker44]

Update shandaar hey.. Par kuch shikayat

1. Randi ko chodne waala munna do u think woh ek sanskari ladki keliye apne aap ko kho degaa.?

2. Pranali sanskari hey par sirf sex keliye munna ko taange khola... Yeh thoda ajeeb lag raha hey... U cud have made her drunk during sex...

Yeh dono shikayat hey

Thanks for suggestions,

for 1st point there is many things i will add in future story so uske liye ye jaruri hae its a feeling that he never got from anyone, because he always got anything that he want.

For 2nd point I agree I forgot add the para where she got drunk, i have updated that para in the start of the sex sence. 

Thank you so much for the suggestions keeep reading. u can also enjoy my other stories do check them.

[Joker44]

 at a private villa just outside Mirzapur. The night is still. Crickets chirp in the silence. Sharad Shukla and Soham sit on leather chairs under a soft amber light, a bottle of Glenfiddich between them, glasses half full.
Sharad (raising his glass):
"Yaar Soham... plan toh kamaal ka tha. Teri biwi ab Munna ke bistar ki rani ban gayi. Par aage kya? Emotional manipulation kaise karega tu? Woh ladki toh guilt mein doobi hogi abhi..."
Soham (smirking, swirling his glass):
"Guilt hi toh sabse strong weapon hai. Uski duniya ab sirf guilt aur dar ke beech jhool rahi hai. Aur us guilt ko direction dena... mera kaam hai."
Sharad (eyebrows raised):
"Teri biwi emotional mess hai, par control mein kaise aayegi? Ek baar chud jaane se toh Munna se obsession bhi ho sakta hai."
Soham (leaning forward, wicked grin):
"Mere paas ek aur trump card hai... uska doosra support system bhi ab mere side mein hai."
Sharad (confused):
"Kya matlab?"
Soham stands up, buttons his shirt, throws a knowing glance.
Soham:
"Aaja. Tujhe dikhata hoon."

their SUV down a deserted road. They stop outside a cozy two-story house—Shubha Kubal’s.
Sharad watches from the passenger seat as Shubha opens the door—dbangd in a soft cotton saree, her silhouette glowing in the porch light, baby in her arms.


Sharad (shocked):
"Ye toh... Pranali ki best friend hai na?"
Soham (smiling like the devil):
"Best friend? Ab meri silent partner hai. Usne Pranali ko Munna ke liye push nahi kiya... usne sirf usse 'support' diya."
Sharad (grinning):
"Bhai... tu toh asli player nikla. Ek patni chudwaayi, ek dost ka dimaag liya. Is game mein sab tere pieces hain."
Soham (lights a cigarette):
"Ab bas... Munna ko hataana hai. Aur Mirzapur meri biwi ke zariye jeetna hai."

Shubha ne chup-chaap darwaza band kiya. Uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si shanti thi, jaise sab kuch pehle se plan tha. Saree ki pallu se apna face thoda thik kiya, fir apni beti Jiya ko gently god se utar ke doosre kamre mein sula diya. Ek baar baby so gayi, toh vo wapas hall mein aayi jahan Soham aur Sharad relaxed ho ke baith gaye the.
Sharad (thoda impressed):
"Simple dikhti hai... par bada role play kar gayi isne."
Soham (smirking):
"Tum jaise soch rahe ho, bilkul waise hi sab kuch ho raha hai."
Shubha ne aankhon se un dono ko dekha, ek second ke liye hesitation aayi, par fir woh apni usual calm tone mein boli:
Shubha:
"Sab kuch jaise bola tha, waise hi kiya. Par Pranali ka guilt real hai... woh toh tooti hui hai."
Soham (nikalta hai ek bundle, kam se kam 10 lakh cash):
"Tere liye. As promised. Aur yeh sirf shuruaat hai."
Shubha ne paise dekhe, koi shock nahi tha. She took it calmly, jaise yeh koi salary ho har mahine milne wali.
Shubha:
"Main Pranali ke emotions ko sambhaal lungi. Usse lagta hai ki main uski dost hoon, toh uska dard bhi mujhe batati hai... aur jo sunna hai, main tujhe bata dungi."
Sharad (laughing softly):
"Mirzapur jeetne ka raasta bedroom se jaata hai... aur tu toh puri chessboard chala raha hai Soham."
Soham ne ek lambi sip li whisky ki aur bola:
Soham:
"Pranali sirf shuruaat hai... Mirzapur meri destination hai. Aur Shubha... meri secret weapon."
Shubha (thoda dry smile ke saath):
"Bas yaad rakhna Soham... weapon jab mood mein ho, toh direction bhi change kar sakta hai."
Sharad (teasing tone):
"Arey arey... yeh toh dhamki thi kya?"
Shubha (nazar ghumate hue):
"Nahi... bas ek yaad-dilaava."
Room mein kuch seconds ke liye silence tha. Bahar se ek distant train ka horn sunayi diya, jaise kisi aur level ke plot ki shuruaat hone wali ho.




Villa ke soft yellow lights ke neeche atmosphere aur bhi thoda garam ho gaya tha. Whisky ka nasha, saazishon ka flavor, aur ab... kuch personal cravings.
Soham ne whisky ka glass side table pe rakha, pocket se do aur lakh nikaale—thik-thik noton ke bundles. Unhe table pe rakha, thoda slide karte hue Shubha ke saamne. Paise dekhte hi Shubha ki aankhon mein ek alag si chamak aa gayi.
Soham (halke se lean karte hue):
"Tere liye aur... thoda extra. Tere efforts ke liye."
Shubha ne usse aankhon se dekha. Thodi der tak kuch bola nahi. Par phir... ek dheemi si muskaan uske honton pe ubhar aayi. Paise uske liye naya nahi tha, zarurat thi. Aur Soham jaanta tha—uski financial situation tight hai, aur uss tight situation mein decisions zyada dil se nahi, jeb se liye jaate hain.
Soham ne aage badhkar, uska haath pakda aur apni taraf khinch liya. Pehle toh Shubha thoda hichkichaayi, par phir woh bhi resist nahi kar payi. Uska dupatta dheere se soham ke haathon se phisla… aur neeche gir gaya.
Uske blouse ke andar se uske dhoodh bhare hue boobs visibly heavy lag rahe the, jaise unhe samhalna mushkil ho raha ho. Blouse tight tha, aur nipples ka outline clearly dikh raha tha. Breastfeeding ke baad unka size aur weight dono badh gaya tha, aur soham ki nazar usi pe atki hui thi.
Kuch kadam door Sharad sofa pe relaxed tha, whisky ka sip le raha tha. Uske honton pe ek halka sa smirk tha—ek spectator jo sab kuch enjoy kar raha tha.
Sharad (teasing tone mein, aankhon se soham ko signal deta hua):
"Bhai... tu toh literal meaning mein sab pe haavi ho gaya hai."
Soham ne Shubha ke kaan ke paas jhuk ke kaha:
Soham (whispering):
"Tujhpe pura bharosa hai... par yeh bharosa thoda aur gehra ho jaaye toh... aur maza aayega."
Shubha ne aankh utha ke dekha, phir halki si neck tilt ki... aur sirf itna kaha:
Shubha (soft, husky):
"Aaj ki raat... sirf bharose ki hai."
Room ka mahaul ab political se personal hota jaa raha tha. Aur iss raat ke baad… dynamics aur bhi dangerous hone wale the.



Room ke andar lights ab dheere ho chuki thi, sirf ek corner lamp ki roshni un teeno ke chehre pe pad rahi thi. Sharad relaxed tha, whisky le kar ek kone mein baitha, aur saamne—Shubha aur Soham, ek dusre ke itne kareeb ki beech ka distance ab sirf saanson ka reh gaya tha.
Soham ne Shubha ki kamar pakdi, usse apni taraf khincha. Uski soft saree ke folds unke beech mein halki rukawat ban rahe the—lekin Soham ko rukna kab tha? Usne blouse ke hooks ke paas apne fingers le jaaye, dheere se unhe khola.
Shubha ka tanav badhne laga. Nazar ek baar Sharad par gayi, jo seedha unki taraf dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein mazedaar curiosity thi—woh sirf dekh raha tha, lekin us nazar mein ek undekha pressure tha.
Shubha (thoda hichkichate hue, halki moan ke saath):
"S-Soham... woh dekh raha hai..."
Soham (kissing her neck, whispering):
"Toh dekhne de... tujhe dekhkar toh meri himmat aur badh gayi hai..."
Soham ne uska blouse khola, aur dheere se bra ke straps uske kandhon se khiska diye. Uski full, milk-heavy boobs finally open ho gaye, aur unhe dekh kar uske khud ke haath control mein nahi rahe.
Usne Shubha ke boobs dono haathon se pakde, unhe press kiya—warm, soft, lekin tight jaise unmein saari thakan bhari ho. Shubha ki moaning thodi aur tez ho gayi, nervousness aur arousal ka perfect mix.
Shubha (moaning softly):
"S-Soham… yeh... yeh sahi nahi hai..."
Lekin uske honton ne kuch aur kaha, uska jism kuch aur. Soham ne bra uthayi, uske nipples ko kiss karte hue woh bra uthakar seedha Sharad ki taraf fek diya.
Soham (with a sly grin):
"Sharad bhai… souvenir le jao."
Sharad ne bra ko hawa mein pakda, halka sa hansa. Uski aankhon mein shock nahi tha—bas pure enjoyment.
Soham ab Shubha ke nipples ko suck kar raha tha—ek baar left, ek baar right. Breastfeeding ke baad woh nipples thode aur sensitive ho gaye the, aur har suck ke saath Shubha ki moans aur deep ho rahi thi.
Uski kamar hil rahi thi, saree dhire-dhire niche girti ja rahi thi. She held Soham’s head tighter, ek taraf moaning... aur doosri taraf woh soch... “Woh dekh raha hai…”



Soham ab bhi Shubha ke soft, milk-heavy boobs ko suck kar raha tha—greedy lips, firm hands, jism ka har kone ab response de raha tha. Room mein sirf unki moaning aur lamp ke halki si buzz ki awaaz thi.
Tabhi... Sharad ne apni glass table pe rakhi drink khatam ki. Dheere se utha, aur aage badhkar jo cash table pe rakha tha, us par aur do bundle nikaal ke rakhe—fresh, crisp, tempting.
Sharad (calm, but heavy voice mein):
"Tumhare efforts ke liye bonus, Shubha ji… tum sirf informant nahi ho... ab toh entertainment bhi ban gayi ho."
Shubha ki nazar bundles pe gayi—woh kuch nahi boli, par uske gale ki movement ne dikhaya... uska andar kuch hila hai. Breath thoda fast hua, aur nipples already Soham ke suck se tight the, ab Sharad ke approach se aur stiff ho gaye.
Sharad ne pichhe se uska waist pakda, dheere se apne chest se uski bare back tak touch kiya. Ek second ke liye Shubha ka jism thoda stiff hua—par usne mana nahi kiya. Uska dupatta aur blouse pehle hi ja chuke the, aur saree kamar se dhalk rahi thi.
Sharad (thoda husky):
"Main sirf dekh raha tha… par ab lag raha hai... thoda mehsoos bhi kar loon."
Soham ne Shubha ke boobs chhod diye, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola:
Soham (teasing):
"Kya Shubha... bonus lena hai ya nahi?"
Shubha ne aankh uthayi, dono mardo ko dekha—ek saamne, ek pichhe. Ek husband jaisa close, doosra don jaisa dominant. Nervousness uski aankhon mein thi, lekin pareshani nahi... sirf adrenaline.
Shubha (thoda shaky, par seductive voice mein):
"Bonus lene ke liye... body bhi invest karni padti hai na?"
Sharad ne uska waist tight kiya, aur pichhe se uski saree kheench ke neeche gira di. Ab woh puri tarah semi-nude thi—sirf panties mein, dono mardon ke beech mein. Soham ne uska face pakda aur lips pe ek passionate kiss diya, jabki Sharad pichhe se uske hips ko caress kar raha tha.
Dono taraf se touch... dono taraf se desire.
Ek pal ke liye, Shubha Sharma nahi rahi. Woh bani... Mirzapur ki asli “deal closer.”




Shubha ab dono mardon ke beech thi—ek taraf Soham, jiska muh abhi bhi uske hard nipples ke taste se bhara tha… aur dusri taraf Sharad, jiska haath ab uske hips pe se slide karta hua thighs tak pahuch chuka tha.
Her saree completely pooled at her ankles, blouse gone, bra discarded like a forgotten temptation. Sirf ek sheer black panty—jo ab wet ho chuki thi.
Soham (growling softly):
"Tera taste... abhi bhi us doodh ka swaad hai, jo kisi aur ke liye tha..."
Usne ek baar phir nipple ko apne honton mein le liya, iss baar aur strong suction ke saath. Shubha ki body hil gayi—breastfeeding ke baad nipples sensitive ho chuke the, aur ab woh pleasure se thrill mein thi. Ek haath se uska dusra boob press kiya ja raha tha, milk ka halka stream nikal kar Soham ke lips tak pahucha.
Shubha (moaning, breathless):
"S-Soham… n-nahi… zyada mat… woh... doodh..."
Sharad (smirking, whispering in her ear):
"Doodh toh sabka hota hai, Shubha… par taste sirf khaas log lete hain."
Sharad ne ab pichhe se apne honton se uski gardan ko kiss kiya, aur haath uski panty ke upar se uski soaked heat ko feel karne lage. Woh panty ab sirf ek cloth piece thi—wet, thin, useless. Usne use side se khiska diya.
Shubha ab moaning kar rahi thi—ek nipple Soham ke muh mein, dusri taraf Sharad ka haath uske folds ke beech slide kar raha tha. Sharad ne ek finger andar insert ki, dheere se, testing her warmth. She gasped.
Shubha:
"Ohh… yeh… main... dono ke saath…"
Soham (looking up, intense):
"Aaj raat tu sirf apni nahi... ham dono ki hai."
Soham ne body thoda side ki, aur ab Sharad ne uske dusre boob ko apne honton mein le liya—aur jaise doodh ka taste usne pehli baar mehsoos kiya, woh ruk nahi saka. Strong sucks, warm milk, aur uske moans ek dusre mein ghul gaye.
Sharad (licking slowly):
"Uff… asli swaad toh yeh hai... Mirzapur ka asli mal."
Shubha ab dono ke beech mein completely consumed thi—ek taraf sucking, dusri taraf fingering, aur uski body ka har part ab respond kar raha tha. Her legs trembled, voice cracked with pleasure.
Shubha (moaning uncontrollably):
"M-main… aahh... aur nahi... please…"
Lekin yeh “please” na rukne ke liye tha, na mana karne ke liye. Yeh tha surrender ka signal.
Soham ne usse utha kar table par bitha diya, legs wide open, nipples still leaking slightly. Sharad ne panty puri tarah nikal di, uski thighs ko open rakha, aur dono ne ek dusre ko dekha—silent agreement.
Sharad:
"Ek raat. Ek aurat. Puri tarah."





Table ke upar bethi Shubha ka jism kaanp raha tha—na sirf thakan se, par uncontainable desire se. Saree ka ek tukda zameen pe gira tha, aur woh khud sirf apni thartharati skin mein, dono mardon ke beech mein uljhi hui thi.
Soham ne uski thighs aur wide ki, aur uske beech ke geele, gungune hisson pe nazar tik gayi. Uski chut thodi si open thi, pink and glistening with arousal. Har moan ke saath woh halki si spasm karti, jaise usse khud nahi pata ki uske andar kitni bhukh chhupi hai.
Soham (smirking):
“Tere lips se toh haan nahi nikli, par neeche se sab kuch keh diya tune…”
Usne apne lips uski inner thighs pe rakhe, aur dheere-dheere upar jaane laga. Shubha ke moan aur tez ho gaye jab uski chut par soham ka zubaan laga—ek lamba, wet lick, base se clit tak. Usne apni aankhein band kar li aur kamar hilayi. Woh pehli baar itne intense tareeke se kisi ke zubaan ka pressure feel kar rahi thi.
Shubha (breathless):
“Ohhh… Soham… yeh… yeh kaisa lag raha hai…”
Soham ne jawab nahi diya—sirf zubaan se uski chut ko taste karta raha, clit ko suck karta, kabhi teeth se halka nibble karta. Uske dono haath uski kamar pakad kar usse aur apni taraf kheench rahe the.
Us waqt, Sharad saamne aaya, apna belt kholta hua. Uski aankhon mein hunger thi—ek shaant, controlled, lekin wild hunger. Usne apna lund nikaala—hard, thick, aur already leaking.
Sharad (to Shubha):
“Tera muh ab mere liye hai.”
Shubha ne uski taraf dekha, phir soham ke zubaan ki warmth feel karte hue, thoda jhuki, aur sharad ka lund apne honton se pakad liya. Ek heavy moan uske gale mein daba, jab usne head ke upar se start kiya, soft kisses ke saath, phir dheere-dheere andar lena shuru kiya.
Ab scene fully synced tha—ek taraf Soham uski chut ko explore kar raha tha, doosri taraf Sharad uske muh mein apni throb hoti masculinity ko feel kar raha tha. Shubha dono ke beech mein helpless nahi thi… woh surrender kar rahi thi apne control ke saath.
Soham ne jab uski chut ko enough wet kar diya, usne upar uthkar Sharad ko aankhon se signal diya. Shubha ab heavy moaning ke beech mein thoda sa jhuki thi, her body was ready… trembling, but needy.
Sharad (panting):
“Tayyar ho na?”
Soham ne uske back se hold kiya, uske waist ko pakadkar dheere se apna lund uske wet slit ke beech slide kiya—warmth, resistance, aur phir... ek smooth glide. Ek long thrust mein, woh uske andar chala gaya.
Shubha ne scream ki—na dard ka, na regret ka… woh scream thi release ki.




Room ke andar hawa garam ho chuki thi. Sirf ek lamp ki roshni mein, teen jism ek dusre mein gundh chuke the—passion, power, aur pareshani ka perfect mix. Har corner mein unke movements ki awaaz gunj rahi thi—wet skin ki thap-thap, moaning ki echoes, aur heavy breathing ka jungle beat.
Shubha ab table ke edge par thi, Sharad uske andar pura ghusa hua, strong deep thrusts ke saath. Uske boobs hil rahe the har push ke saath, aur nipples ab tak dus baar se zyada chus chuke the—red, sore, aur ab bhi tempting.
Shubha (moaning loud):
“Ahhh… deeper, Sharad… haan… mujhe tod do… aur…”
Uske words khud usko shock kar rahe the. Woh kabhi soch bhi nahi sakti thi ki uske hothon se aise lafz nikalenge. Lekin body… body toh ab kisi aur ki thi.
Sharad ke lund ki har thrust uski chut ke andar ka har kona bhar raha tha, jisme ab friction ke saath uska own juice mix ho chuka tha. Soham side mein, uski moist fingers ko dekh raha tha… usne patience nahi rakha.
Soham (growling):
“Ab main... us mooh ka taste phir se chahta hoon.”
Usne Shubha ke hairs pakad kar uska face apne lund ke paas le aaya. Shubha ne bina resistance ke, still moaning, apna muh open kiya… aur Soham ka lund uske gale tak chala gaya.
Ab Shubha front se blowjob de rahi thi Soham ko, aur peeche se Sharad uske andar deep thrusts maar raha tha. Her whole body rocked with every double rhythm—ek thrust neeche, ek thrust gale mein.
Unki movements ki awaaz ab room mein goonj rahi thi: “thak...thak...slap...slurppp… aahhh… slapp…”
Har second mein woh close aati ja rahi thi—ek explosion ke kareeb, ek cliff ke edge par.
Sharad (panting, tight grip):
“Main… bas... main aa raha hoon…”
Shubha (trembling, overwhelmed):
“Mujhe bhi… main... main toot rahi hoon…”
Sharad ne ek final, powerful thrust diya—deepest. Aur ussi moment mein Shubha ka jism hil gaya, kamar ek tremble mein chali gayi, aur uski chut ne milk jaisa warm release kiya—ek intense climax, body shuddering, aankhon mein pani.
Soham ne uske gale ko thoda relax karte hue, apna load uske honton par finish kiya—thoda lips pe, thoda chin pe. Shubha ne aankhein band karke woh warmth feel ki.
Room mein kuch seconds tak sirf silence tha—sirf unki moans ka echo baaki tha.
Soham (breathing hard):
"Tum sirf ek raat ka part nahi thi… tum toh plan ka center ho."
Shubha (nazar jhuka kar, honton pe unke dono ke taste ke saath):
"Aur plan… kabhi kabhi badal bhi sakta hai."




Thakan se tooti, legs spread, aur body se har second me narmi aur garam thakan tapak rahi thi—Shubha ab farsh par leti thi. Uski chut se cum dheere-dheere bahar nikal raha tha, thighs ke beech ek sticky garmi failti ja rahi thi. Uska chehra bhi ussi safed liquid se bhara hua tha, hoth gile, aankhen thaki hui, par andar kahi ek ajeeb si shanti thi… ya shayad be-hissi.
Sharad ne apne kapde pehne, collar thoda set kiya aur ek aur cash ka bundle nikaala. Usne bina kuch bole woh bundle seedha Shubha ke nange seene pe fek diya. Currency ke note uske thartharate boobs aur geele pet par bikhar gaye.
Sharad (chhoti hansi ke saath):
"Yeh bhi ek alag level ka maza tha… ismein woh asli raw touch hai. Phir se aayenge... lekin guzar milne ke excuse ke saath."
Soham ne calmly apne shirt ke buttons band kiye, aur mirror mein ek baar apne reflection ko dekha. Uske chehre pe koi guilt nahi, sirf calculation thi.
Soham (dry tone mein):
"Iske pati ko cancer hai. Abhi hospital mein admit hai… yeh paisa chahiye use… aur humein yeh."
Sharad:
“Perfect combo... zarurat bhi, aur lachak bhi.”
Dono ne ek baar aur Shubha ko dekha—woh ab bhi farsh par thi, aankhen band, sansen tej, aur har jagah se leaked… lekin khud mein chup ho gayi thi.
Room ka darwaza khula, aur dono aadmi nikal gaye. Pehle whisky, phir game, ab silence.
Aur beech mein, ek aurat jo dost thi, maa thi, par ab… plan ka sabse shaktishaali hissa ban chuki thi.

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Soham ghar laut aaya tha—andar se poora raat ka weight leke, lekin bahar se ek shaant pati ka mask pehne hue. Haveli ke sab log so rahe the. Ghar mein ek eeri si shanti thi… sirf clock ki tik-tik aur uske jooton ki halki awaaz.

Bedroom ka darwaza khula. Pranali bed pe leti thi, apni usual side mein, ek haath thoda bahar latakta hua, aur aankhon ke aas paas halka sa laalpan... jaise aansuon ka nishaan ho.
Soham kuch nahi bola.
Woh bas quietly uske paas gaya, apne shoes nikale, aur uske side se bed mein ghus gaya. Dheere se, bina usse jagaye, uske piche se uski kamar pakad kar usse hug kiya—apna sar uske baalon mein chhupa liya. Woh ek moment ke liye saans lena bhool gaya.
Pranali ne halki movement ki. Woh poori nahi jagi thi, bas neend ke us daayre mein thi jahan dil truth bolta hai par dimaag censor nahi karta.
Usne dheere se apne haathon se Soham ko feel kiya… aur fir bina kuch soche, rotate hokar uske gale lag gayi.
Tight. Jaise koi toofan ke baad jhaad pakadta hai.
Pranali (sleepy, whisper mein):
"Love… I love you… so so much…"
Soham ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas apni aankhon ko band kiya… aur uss raat ke saare jism, paisa, plan… sab kuch ek pal ke liye bhool gaya. Uski baahon mein ab woh aurat thi jiske emotions real the. Aur jiske bharose ko todna... plan ka hissa tha.
Par us waqt, woh sirf ek pati tha… aur woh sirf ek tooti-biwi jo samajhti thi uski baahon mein hi uski duniya hai.
Chaadar ke neeche sirf ek jism ka garmapan nahi tha… ek sach tha, jo ab jhooth se lipta hua tha.




Naye din ki subah, ek nayi chaadar ke saath ugi. Pranali ki aankhein khuliin, kuch seconds tak woh bas ceiling ko dekhti rahi—jaise uss safed uparwale canvas pe raat ka sab kuch dobara chal raha ho. Par phir... usne aankhon se ek baar blink kiya, aur poore jazbaat ko andar dafn kar diya.

Woh uth gayi, silently, aur ghar ki wo pativrata bahu wali routine chalu ho gayi—jaise kal raat koi bhoot tha jo sirf neend mein aata hai.
Kitchen mein woh apron baandh kar khadi thi, chulhe pe tawa garm ho raha tha. Paratha banaate waqt uske haath automatic chal rahe the—mind kahin aur tha. Piche se Aryan bhaagta hua aaya.

Aryan (giggling):

"Mumma! Aaj mujhe chocolate wali roti chahiye!"

Pranali (fake bright smile ke saath):

"Aaj meri jaan ko sab milega. Chocolate bhi, roti bhi aur kiss bhi!"

Usne Aryan ko utha liya, uske cheek pe kiss kiya aur usse hug kiya. Woh maa thi—aur maa banne mein kabhi break nahi lagta, chahe raat ka guilt kitna bhi bhari ho.

Soham living room mein akhbar le kar baitha tha, lekin uske aankhon ke kone se woh Pranali ko quietly observe kar raha tha. Jaise woh khud haar gaya ho apne hi chaal mein, jab usne dekha ki yeh aurat jise usne tod diya... woh aaj bhi sab kuch jod ke chal rahi hai.

Soham (casual tone mein):

"Tumhari aankhon mein thakaan hai… sab thik hai?"

Pranali (without missing a beat, dahi ka tadka lagate hue):

"Haan, bas neend kam hui kal. Aryan ne raat ko do baar jagaya."

Soham kuch nahi bola. Woh reason usse zyada jaanta tha.

Sasumaa kitchen ke pass aayi, smiling:

"Beta, aaj toh poore ghar mein khushboo chhayi hai. Bahut achha laga tumhara bana khana."

Pranali (sweetly):

"Aap sab ke liye toh roz mann se banati hoon, maa ji."

Sab kuch perfect lag raha tha. Ghar ke har kone mein wohi Pranali thi—banker, maa, bahu, biwi. Jo nahi tha, woh tha uske andar ka toofan, jise usne masterfully chhupa liya tha.

Usne tiffin pack kiya, Aryan ko kiss kiya, Soham se aankh milaayi... ek second ke liye guilt phir se aankhon mein ubhar aaya, lekin usne woh bhi blink kar ke bhaga diya.

Pranali (softly):

"Main bank ja rahi hoon. Shaam ko jaldi aa jaungi."

Soham (watching her go):

"Haan... apna khayal rakhna."

Narration (her inner voice):

"Munna... teen baar maang chuka hai. Usne kaha tha teen favors… ab khatam. Ab woh disturb nahi karega. Ab sab normal ho jaayega... hona hi chahiye."
Par uski chaal mein jo ek extra thehraav tha… woh dikh raha tha. Jaise har kadam pe woh yaad dilaa raha ho—normal kabhi normal nahi hota… jab andar kuch mar gaya ho.


AC ki halki humming, keyboard ke taps, aur customers ke soft murmurs ke beech... Pranali Sharma apne desk pe baithi thi. Saree perfectly pleated, hair tied in a neat bun, spectacles perched on her nose—poori tarah se ek disciplined banker. Lekin andar… andar sab kuch ulta chal raha tha.

Woh file ke pages palat rahi thi, lekin aankhon ke saamne kuch aur hi tasveerin dikh rahi thi—Munna Tripathi ka chehra, uska wild smirk, aur woh dominant raat... jisme usne usse tod diya tha, fir jod diya... apne hisaab se.

Tabhi phone vibrate hua—Shubha Kubal calling.

Pranali ne deep breath li, aur call receive kiya.

Pranali (low voice):

"Haan Shubha… bol."

Shubha (playful tone):

"Mirzapur ki malika bank mein bethi hai ya ab bhi Munna ke raat wale thought mein khoi hai?"

Pranali ki ungli file ke ek corner pe ruki, thodi kas gayi.

Pranali (sharply):

"Shubha… please. Bank mein hoon."

Shubha (laughs):

"Haan, bank mein toh ho... par kya mann bhi wahi hai? Ya abhi bhi yaad aa raha hai jab usne tujhe table pe uthake—"

Pranali (interrupting, whispering, flustered):

"Shubha! Band kar na… tu jaanti hai main kya feel kar rahi hoon."

Shubha (soft, seductive teasing):

"Haan jaanu, sab jaanti hoon. Usne tujhe waise chhua jaisa tujhe Soham ne kabhi nahi chhua hoga… tum moan kar rahi thi uske naam se… aur tujhe dard bhi pasand aa raha tha, na?"

Pranali ki aankhon mein guilt ki lehar uth gayi, par uske thighs ek dusre ke against press ho gaye, jaise kuch andar se response de raha ho.

Uski aankhon ke saamne flashback chalu ho gaya—

Munna, apne kamar pakad ke use wall se jor se takraata, ek haath se uska gale pakde hue, dusre se blouse ke andar jaata…

“Tu sirf mera maal hai, samjhi?”

Aur woh… chup thi. Hilti thi. Bhigti thi.

Moaning. Submitting. Wanting it, despite everything.

Pranali (whispering, eyes moist):

"Main buri aurat nahi hoon, Shubha… main sirf... uss pal mein kamzor ho gayi thi."

Shubha (softer now):

"Tum kamzor nahi thi, Pranu… bas Munna zyada strong tha. Par yaad rakh—tumne kaha tha teen baar. Ab khatam. Ab Munna khud peeche hatega, right?"

Pranali ne aankh band karke sir hilaaya. Par andar ek aur sawaal uth raha tha—“Kya Munna jaise aadmi kabhi peeche hat-te hain?”

Phone cut hua. Pranali ne aankh kholi. Ek customer ke sign lene ka kaam tha, par haath thoda kaanp raha tha.
Woh banking kar rahi thi… lekin dil ab bhi Munna ke talon mein pada tha.

Roti ka last tukda Aryan ki plate mein jaa chuka tha, uska muh daal mein liptawa, aur uske cute haathon se chutney ke designs table pe ban rahe the. Pranali thoda hassi, thoda thak gaye expression ke saath plates uthaa rahi thi.

Tabhi Soham, ek casual tone mein, jaise koi random update de raha ho, bol padta hai:
Soham:

"Arey haan... yaad aaya. Iss Saturday ko mere college ka dost hai, Sharad—Jonpur mein rehta hai. Uska phone aaya tha, dinner pe bula raha tha. Bahut dino baad milenge."

Pranali ne ek second ke liye hand stop kiya, naam sunte hi kuch trigger hua. Sharad… Jonpur… wohi Sharad jiska naam Munna ke aas paas ghoomta tha. Uska mann andar se tight ho gaya, lekin usne kuch nahi bola.

Soham (casually continuing):

"Ek din ruk ke aayenge. Thoda change bhi ho jaayega. Tu kuch acha pehen lena... tu waise bhi jab ready hoti hai na, toh bas kya hi kahu..."

Usne flirt karte hue wink kiya.

Pranali (force smile ke saath):

"Hmm… kya pehen lun? Saree chalegi ya kuch aur?"

Soham (shrugging):

"Jo tujhe acha lage, par classy lagna chahiye. Sharad ke ghar mein proper log milenge. Tumhari wali graceful saree pehn lena... jo pehli baar Delhi wale function mein pehni thi, yaad hai?"

Pranali bas lightly muskurayi, lekin andar se kuch ulta hone laga tha. Usse yaad tha Sharad ka naam Munna ke saath kaise juda tha. Uska dil keh raha tha—yeh sirf dinner nahi hai. Yeh koi aur chaal ho sakti hai.

Usne plate wash karte waqt khud se bola:

“Sharad Shukla... Jonpur... dinner nahi hai yeh. Yeh trailer hai trip ke pehle. Aur agar Munna wahan hua… toh main bhi tayyar hoon.”
Us raat, usne apni almirah kholi. Saree nikali—vohi graceful, elegant silk wali. Lekin blouse tight fit wala choose kiya. Aankhon mein kajal thoda gehra socha. Yeh dar ke liye nahi… yeh warning dene ke liye tha.



Sunrise ne Mirzapur ki galliyon ko halka sona sa rang diya tha, lekin Pranali Sharma ke kamre mein ek aur hi glow tha. Aaj woh tayyar ho rahi thi—ek “casual dinner” ke liye, lekin uske liye yeh ek armor wearing ritual tha.

Woh almirah ke samne khadi thi, usne vohi saree nikali thi jo kabhi ek Delhi ke elegant function mein pehni thi—Royal blue silk, deep back-cut blouse, golden zari border. Saree ka kapda thoda heavy tha, lekin jab usne usse pehna, toh woh ek queen jaisi lag rahi thi—ek aise queen jo battle ke liye ja rahi ho.
Blouse thoda tight tha, jisme uska upper body ka graceful curve clearly ubhar ke aa raha tha. Deep back ke neeche usne golden dori bandhi thi, jisme thode moti latak rahe the. Her waist was perfectly hugged by the pallu fold, and her round hips moved with just the right sway when she walked.

Usne apne baal loose chhode, ek taraf se pin kiya, aur aankhon mein kajal deep rakha. Chashma ab bhi tha… but that just made her look sharper—like a beautiful weapon.

Soham (entering the room, whistling):

"Wow... tum toh full Maharani lag rahi ho aaj. Lagta hai Sharad tujhe dekhte hi flat ho jaayega."
Pranali ne halki smile di, par uske andar kuch aur hi chal raha tha. Woh ready thi… har nazar, har comment, aur har silent threat ko face karne ke liye.

As they approached, Pranali ki aankhon ke saamne Sharad Shukla ki haveli aayi—ek shaandar, heritage-style mansion, jiska ek-ik pillar, ek-ik jharokha status aur influence ka symbol tha. Mirzapur ke simple homes se bilkul alag.

Pranali ki aankhon ne thoda widen hua, she couldn't help but whisper to Soham:
Pranali (low tone):

"Yeh ghar… itna bada? Sharad sirf tumhara dost hai ya koi king hai Jonpur ka?"

Soham (chuckling):

"Told you na, pura legacy wala banda hai. Thoda purana style ka, but full power mein."

Gaadi rukti hai. Door open hota hai.

Aur saamne… Sharad Shukla khud. Kurta-pajama mein, light stole dale, lekin aankhon mein woh usual Jonpuri arrogance. Par jaise hi uski nazar Pranali pe padti hai… uska expression ek second ke liye freeze ho jaata hai.

Woh aankh bhar ke dekhta hai—pehle uske chehre ko, phir uski aankhon mein chhupi ek unsaid warning ko… phir dheere se uski nazar neeche jaati hai. Pallu ke neeche se jo waistline aur blouse ka deep curve dikh raha tha, us par rukti hai. Uski aankhon mein ek raw hunger ka flicker aata hai—lekin woh turant usse mask kar leta hai.

Sharad (slight smirk ke saath):

"Arey wah, Soham… tumhari choice toh… kamaal hai. Welcome to Jonpur. Haveli mein pehli baar koi itni shaan se aaya hai."

Pranali (confidently):

"Shaan sirf kapdon mein nahi hoti, Sharad ji. Nazar ka fark hota hai."

Sharad ek pal ke liye uski aankhon mein direct dekhta hai. Woh line sunke thoda surprise hota hai—yeh koi easy prey nahi thi.

Soham (laughing):

"Chalo andar chalte hain, khaana bhi ready hoga."

Sharad unhe andar le jaata hai… lekin uski nazar baar-baar Pranali ke peechhe hilti kamar par, aur uske blouse ke nange back pe padti rehti hai. Pranali sab mehsoos karti hai—aur uska har kadam, uski har chaal, sirf ek message de rahi thi:
"Aaj jo dekh rahe ho, uske kareeb aana asaan nahi hai, Sharad."


Haveli ke dining hall mein ek royal dinner set-up tha—white tablecloth, brass cutlery, silver thalis, aur aangan ke kone mein ek slow-burning ittar diffuser, jo hawa mein ek lavender-sandalwood ka heavy mix ghola hua tha.

Pranali, Soham, and Sharad ke alawa 2-3 aur guests the—local political faces, friendly smiles ke peeche agendas chhupaye hue. Sab log casual talks mein busy the, lekin Sharad ka focus ek jagah tha—Pranali Sharma.
Woh uske saamne nahi, diagonally left mein baitha tha—perfect angle jahan se woh uski saree ke folds, blouse ka deep back, aur uska calm but alert chehra clearly dekh sakta tha.

Sharad (smiling, pouring wine for others):

"Aur Pranali ji… suna hai Mirzapur ke bank mein aapka kaafi naam hai. Bahut hi graceful banker ho aap."

Pranali (with a poised smile):

"Shukriya. Kaam ko serious lena padta hai jab logon ka paisa zimmedaari ho."

Sharad (leaning slightly forward, voice smooth):

"Zimmedaari toh bahut cheezon ki hoti hai… kabhi paison ki, kabhi rishton ki… kabhi khud ke secrets ki."

Uska tone halka tha, magar lafzon ke niche ek thanda zehar tha. Pranali ki nazar uske aankhon mein gayi. Woh samajh gayi—Sharad indirectly reference de raha tha us raat ka, us deal ka, Munna ko.

Soham, happily munching beside, bilkul clueless. Baaki guests bhi laugh kar rahe the. Koi bhi nahi samajh raha tha ki Sharad ek mental chess khel raha tha.

Sharad (light chuckle ke saath):

"Aap jaanti ho, Pranali ji… aap jaise log kaam ke alawa bhi kaafi impactful hote hain. Aapke presence se... khaas logon ke decisions badalte hain."

Pranali ke haath ne glass thoda tight pakad liya. Uska chehra composed tha, lekin andar se ek ek word uske nerves ke strings kheench raha tha. Sharad ki tone, uska expression—ek calculated calmness thi, jisme wo use slowly manipulate kar raha tha, sabke samne… bina kisi ko samjhe.

Pranali (soft, direct tone):

"Main bas apna kaam karti hoon, Sharad ji. Kisi ke decisions pe asar daalna mera intention kabhi nahi hota."

Sharad (smiling deeper):

"Niyat aur asar mein farq hota hai, Pranali ji. Aapki niyat seedhi ho sakti hai... par asar toh zarur pada hai… kisi pe."

Usne ek sip li wine ka, aur aankhon se clearly Munna ka naam bina liye mention kar diya.

Pranali ka gala sookh gaya tha. Woh jhuki, paani uthaya… lekin aankhen Sharad par se nahi hati.

Sharad relaxed tha, charming tha, warm bhi tha… lekin uski har line, har compliment, ek invisible leash ki tarah thi—jo woh dheere dheere Pranali ke mental space pe kas raha tha.

Aur sab log, including Soham, bas uski sophistication aur mehmaan-nawaazi ke charm mein kho gaye the.

Pranali (mind voice):
"Yeh dinner nahi hai… yeh ek silent interrogation hai. Aur mujhe har line samajhni hai… warna main phir se ek plan ka pawn ban jaungi."

Night had settled heavy over the sprawling haveli. Dim yellow lanterns flickered softly in the corridors, casting long shadows. Somewhere, a koel cried in the distance. The world was quiet… but inside, the real noise had just begun.

Soham and Sharad were sitting in the open veranda of the haveli, a vintage decanter of whiskey between them. The glasses clinked softly, the mood relaxed—on the surface.

Pranali stepped out of the hall, now moving toward the guest room. Her saree still perfectly dbangd, but now a soft sway had come into her hips, her ass swaying gently with every step. Her backless blouse tied delicately with doris, and her figure still held the commanding elegance from dinner.

Sharad’s eyes followed her, intense and fixed.

Sharad (with a low whistle):

"Yaar... baat toh sahi hai. Yeh maal hi aisa hai ki Munna pagal ho gaya ispe. Ab toh... main bhi thoda behka hoon."

Soham (smirking, relaxed):

"Biwi hai meri, bhool gaya kya?"

Sharad (laughing softly, but cold):

"Pata hai... par Munna bhi toh le raha hai na. Toh main kyun peeche rahoon?"

Soham leaned back, took a long sip, eyes still on the whiskey swirling in his glass.

Soham (calmly):

"Tune mujhe promise kiya tha—Mirzapur tere naam karne ke badle 100 crore... tu de raha hai woh paise."

Sharad (leaning in, voice low):

"De raha hoon. Par ab… aur bhi dena chahta hoon."

Soham (turning to look at him, eyebrows slightly raised):

"Aur? Kitna?"

Sharad (serious, no smile now):

"10 crore aur. Add kar le deal mein."

Soham laughed—dry, slow.

"Majak mat kar, Sharad."

Sharad (with absolute cool):

"Main serious hoon. Tujhse nahi… usse chahiye. I want her. Jaise Munna ne liya… main bhi chahta hoon."

Soham (eyes narrowing, slowly):

"Zabardasti nahi chalegi."

Sharad:

"Of course. Agar woh haan bole… toh fir sab allowed hai. Use jaise chaho, waisa use kar. Par meri ek condition hai—woh khud se haan bole."

Soham ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekha. Kuch seconds ke liye ek ajeeb sa cold understanding beech mein chhaya raha.

Soham (leaning in, whispering):

"You can use her... lekin yaad rakh—I owe her. Uska dard, uski muskaan… sab mera haq hai. Tu bas apni game khel. Agar tu jeet gaya… toh mal bhi tera."

Sharad smiled darkly. He knew what that meant.

Aurat ek deal ban chuki thi… aur dono players ready the.

Upar guest room mein, Pranali quietly lay on the bed—still in saree, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
She had no idea… ki ek aur aukat nikalne ka sauda abhi-abhi hua hai.

Suraj ki roshni abhi poori tarah se andar nahi ghusi thi. Haveli ka aangan thanda tha, aur hawaa mein stillness thi—jaise sab kuch ruk gaya ho, par kisi pal mein kuch phat padne wala ho.

Pranali bathroom se fresh hoke nikal rahi thi, abhi tak apni saree mein hi thi—lekin blouse ke hooks peeche band nahi hue the. Ek haath se pallu sambhalti, dusre se baal kholti ja rahi thi. Vo guest room ke saamne wale veranda mein thoda fresh air lene chali gayi.
Tabhi…

Sharad Shukla, poore se tyaar, white kurta aur chashma lagaye, silently us corridor mein aa gaya. Usne door se hi Pranali ko dekha—uski open back, dheere se hilta pallu, aur neck ke paas girti baalon ki laayak rangoli.

Woh kuch seconds ke liye sirf usse dekhte raha.

Phir, woh bina awaz ke paas gaya. Usne jaan bujhkar aise kadam rakhe ke Pranali uski aahat na sun sake. Jab woh uske just peeche aaya, tabhi usne soft tone mein bola:

Sharad (halki awaz mein):

“Subah ki hawa se zyada tazgi aaj tum mein hai.”

Pranali ek jhatke se thoda hilli, lekin turant composed ho gayi. Usne shoulder ke upar dekha, aur uski aankhon mein wohi guarded calmness thi.

Pranali (flat tone):

"Sharad ji, subah subah yeh shabdon ka wazan zyada nahi lagta?"

Sharad (soft laugh):

"Tum pe toh koi bhi lafz halka nahi lagta… tum khud itni gehri ho. Munna toh seedha doob gaya tha tum mein."

Pranali ki aankhon mein ek second ke liye jhalak aayi—anger? disgust? hurt?—lekin usne control kiya.

Pranali (coldly):

"Mujhe laga tha aap sophisticated hain. Shayad mera andaza galat tha."

Sharad ek kadam aur paas aaya, ab dono ke beech sirf ek halka sa breeze tha. Usne Pranali ke khule blouse ke doriyon ko dekha, aur phir aankhon se uska chehra scan kiya.

Sharad (low, intimate voice):

"Main sirf woh chahta hoon… jo Munna ka ho chuka hai. Farak bas yeh hai… main tujhe todne nahi, mehsoos karne aaya hoon."

Pranali ne thoda pallu tight kiya, aankhon mein ek sharp spark aaya.

Pranali:

"Main koi cheez nahi hoon, Sharad ji. Na Munna ki… na kisi aur ki. Aur jo cheez ek baar tutti hai, woh ya toh bikhar jaati hai… ya fir vaar karti hai."

Sharad uski aankhon mein ek second extra ruk gaya… aur tabhi hall se Soham ki awaaz aayi:

"Pranu! Breakfast ke liye aa jao!"

Pranali seedhi ho gayi, ek pal mein apne saree ke pallu ko secure kiya, aur Sharad ko dekhe bina seedhe nikal gayi.
Sharad wahi khada raha, lips pe ek smile—wo wali smile jo hunter ko hoti hai jab shikaar zakhmi ho jaaye, lekin bhaga nahi.

Soham thakan se choor ho chuka tha, aur jaise hi ghadi ne 11 bajaye, woh apna phone side mein rakhkar mehmaan kamre ke palang pe so gaya. Uske saath Pranali nahi thi. She needed air. Or perhaps, a release… from the pressure building inside her for weeks.

Sharad courtyard mein tha, ek candle lamp ke paas—white kurta mein, haathon mein ek whiskey glass, aur aankhon mein woh hi usual softness jisme dafn hoti thi cold strategy.
Pranali aayi, pallu tight kiya, lekin aaj uski chaal mein utni rigidity nahi thi. She was still guarded, but less stiff—like someone tired of carrying silence.

Sharad (gentle smile):

"Neend nahi aayi?"

Pranali (slowly):

"Thoda sa… hawa lene chali aayi."

Sharad:

"Hawa toh yahaan ki bahut tez hai, Pranali ji. Mirzapur ho ya Jonpur, dono jagah... kuch na kuch uda ke le jaati hai."

Woh thoda hansi. Pehli baar usne Sharad ke saamne thoda relax kiya. Dono ek chhoti si bench par baithe, candle ke soft light mein.

Sharad (after a pause, noticing her silence):

"Aap theek ho? Aaj kal… jaise kuch dabaa dabaa sa lagta hai aap mein. Kya koi pareshaani hai?"

Pranali, thodi der tak chup rahi. Uska chehra soft light mein aur zyada thaka, aur zyada vulnerable lag raha tha.

Pranali (softly, eyes down):

"Kabhi kabhi… kisi se kuch kehna mushkil ho jaata hai. Aisa lagta hai… bol doge toh sab toot jaayega. Aur nahi bologe toh khud andar se tut jaaoge."

Sharad:

"Munna se judi hui baat hai?"

Pranali ka dil ek second ke liye thama. She didn’t react sharply, just looked up at him—shocked, but curious.

Pranali:

"Aapko... kaise—?"

Sharad (smirking lightly, but calmly):

"Pranali ji, main Jonpur ka hoon. Aur Mirzapur door nahi hai. Yahaan har gali ke kone mein aankhen hain. Har mudde pe zubaan chalti hai. Munna Tripathi ka kisi aurat mein itna interest ho… aur log notice na karein? Impossible."

Pranali (tense):

"Main ne kuch nahi kiya... usne—"

Sharad (raising hand, interrupting softly):

"Relax. Main judge nahi kar raha. Main bas keh raha hoon… mujhe pata hai. Sab kuch nahi… lekin itna ki aap kis dard se guzar rahi ho, samajh sakta hoon."

Pranali ki aankhon mein paani tha, lekin usne rok liya. She didn’t confess sleeping with Munna, but uski aankhon mein woh guilt tha jo lafzon mein nahi, sirf chehre mein dikhayi deta hai.

Sharad (after a long pause):

"Aap chaaho toh main kisi se kuch nahi kehunga. Lekin agar kabhi mann kare… toh aap mujhse keh sakti ho. Mujhe aapki muskaan waapas dekhni hai. Woh asli wali… jo dil se nikle, acting se nahi."
Pranali uski taraf dekhti hai—pehli baar uski aankhon mein fear ke alawa thoda comfort bhi hota hai. Woh confuse thi… par is waqt, usse laga ki Sharad usse “samajh” raha hai. Aur woh feeling uske guilt ko kuch seconds ke liye halka kar gayi.

Candles ab dhundhla chuki thi, aur haveli ke har kone mein ek sannata tha—lekin us bench pe, jahan Pranali aur Sharad baithe the, wahan dil ki dhadkanon ki awaz sabse unchi thi.

Pranali ki aankhon mein thakan thi, par us raat, uski ruh se zyada uska guilt bolne ko tadap raha tha. And she finally let it out—jaise saalon se bhari baat ek achanak dhoop mein pighalne lagi ho.
Pranali (soft, breaking voice):

"Main toot chuki thi, Sharad… ek aisa waqt tha jab mujhe laga main sirf ek zinda body hoon… jisme apna kuch bacha hi nahi. Kisi aur ki marzi, kisi aur ke faisle… main bas react karti rahi."

Sharad chup tha. Uska chehra serious, aankhon mein ek aisi understanding jisme koi judgment nahi tha.

Pranali (continuing, tears brimming):

"Main chahti thi ki sab normal ho… ki main firse maa, biwi, bahu ban jaun… par andar kuch khatam ho gaya hai. Aur sabse bura? Main yeh Soham ko nahi keh sakti. Agar use pata chala… toh woh mujhe chor dega. Woh toot jaayega. Aur main use bhi nahi khona chahti."

Uski awaz phisli, aur woh ek second ke liye jhuk gayi. Sharad ne dheere se apna haath uske shoulder pe rakha. Na chhedne wala, na bechain karne wala—bas ek “main hoon” wala touch.

Pranali ne pehli baar kisi ke shoulder pe sir rakha—na Munna ka, na Soham ka… par Sharad ka. Aur jaise us moment mein usne ek pal ke liye khud ko kisi ke saamne vulnerable hone diya.

Pranali (muffled against his shoulder):

"Please… yeh sab sirf yahin tak rahe. Yeh raaz kisi aur tak na jaye. Main nahi chahti yeh mujhse koi aur cheen le… jo thoda bacha hai mere andar."

Sharad (softly):

"Main kisi se kuch nahi kahunga, Pranali. Tere har aansu ka raaz, mera waada hai."

Ek long silence hua. Sirf raat ke insects ki awaaz, thoda door se ghanti ka halki si chhan-chhan. Sharad uske saath wahi bench pe raha, bina kisi intention ke—at least dikhane ke liye.

Phir, thoda halke mood mein, usne bola:

Sharad (grinning):

"Waise… agar tu politician hoti, toh tu vote nahi… poori parliament jeet jaati. Itni powerful emotional speeches... mujhe toh turant Vishwas Gandhi bana diya tune."

Pranali (snorting through tears):

"Kya bakwaas!"

Uski hansi chhup gayi, par ek halka sa laugh nikal gaya. Woh pehli baar hasi thi… dil se. Thoda shaky, thoda confused, lekin real.

Sharad uski aankhon mein dekhta raha—aur is baar, usne sirf ek baat sochi:
"Yeh aurat ab sirf kisi ki biwi nahi hai… yeh Mirzapur ka raasta ban sakti hai. Mujhe yeh chahiye—sirf control ke liye nahi, taqat ke liye."


Haveli mein dhoop filtered ho kar aangan ke patharon par chhant rahi thi. Ghar mein halka sa sukoon tha—ek aakhri shaanti jaise tufaan se pehle.

Pranali aaj thodi alag lag rahi thi. Pehli baar, usne ek aisi saree pehni thi jo bold bhi thi, aur graceful bhi—a deep maroon chiffon saree, sleeveless blouse, blouse ka cut sharp tha, pallu ek taraf se neatly tucked, exposing just enough of her waist and collarbone to make someone forget their thoughts for a moment.
Woh khud ko mirror mein dekh kar ek pal ke liye ruki thi. “Sharad ke saamne thoda zyada ho gaya kya?”

But phir usne sir hilaya.

“Nahi. Main ab apne comfort ke hisaab se kapde pehnungi. Bas.”

Sharad baahar veranda mein tha, ek book le kar. Jaise hi uski nazar Pranali pe padhi—uska page turn karte haath thoda ruk gaya.

Usne usse top se le kar neeche tak dekha—blouse ke sharp arm cuts, uski kamar ke curve tak jaata pallu, aur saaf dikhta neckline. Ek second ke liye uski nazar uske midriff se thodi neeche ruki, aur phir turant wapas chehre tak gayi—lekin Pranali ne pakad liya tha.

Uska gala halki si blush mein rang gaya. Ek flutter, ek thap-thap dil ke andar. Woh Sharad ko dekhti rahi, confused… kyun woh nazar itni personal lag rahi thi… aur phir bhi thoda achha kyu laga?

Sharad (smiling, trying to be casual):

"Yeh saree… kaafi different hai. Tum usually aise color pehenti ho kya?"

Pranali (light laugh):

"Special nahi… bas mood thoda light tha. Trip ke pehle ka aakhri peaceful din hai na."

Sharad (closing his book, leaning back):

"Light mood ho toh insaan ka asli version bahar aata hai. Mujhe lagta hai aaj main asli Pranali se mil raha hoon."

Pranali (teasing):

"Toh pehle wali fake thi?"

Sharad (playful):

"Fake nahi… guarded. Tumhari aankhon mein aaj woh halka-pan hai jo pehle sirf guilt se dhaka rehta tha. Tum ab khud se baat karne lagi ho."

Pranali muskurayi. Woh iss baat ko lightly lena chahti thi, lekin Sharad ka har lafz uske andar kuch chhed raha tha. Woh flirt kar raha tha, par ek refined tareeke se. Touch ki zarurat nahi thi—nazaron aur lafzon ka game chal raha tha.

Sharad (leaning forward slightly):

“Waise… agar tum Rajasthan mein bhi aise hi kapde pehnogi… toh Munna Tripathi toh seedha dil haar baithenga.”

Pranali (blushing deeper):

“Main kapde apne comfort ke liye pehenti hoon, impress karne ke liye nahi.”

Sharad (smirking):

“Par tumhare comfort mein bhi… kitni distraction chhupi hoti hai.”

Us line pe Pranali ne usse dekha—seedha aankhon mein. Kuch seconds ke liye silence tha, but it wasn’t awkward. It was charged.

Woh uth gayi, thoda smile karte hue—jaise woh bhi game samajh gayi ho, aur ab participate kar rahi ho.

Pranali (walking away):

“Main lunch ready karne ja rahi hoon. Aap distract hone se bachein… warna bhookh se zyada kuch aur lag jayegi.”

Sharad uske jaane ke baad uska pallu hilta hua dekhta raha… aur bas itna bola:
“Is baar... Munna ka dil nahi, main jeetne aaya hoon.”
.
Raat bahut shant thi. Haveli ke bangle mein sirf slow breeze aur lamp ki halki si roshni thi. Kal subah Pranali aur Soham ko Mirzapur wapas jaana tha. Packing ho chuki thi, Aryan so chuka tha, Soham whisky pee kar bed mein thak ke soya pada tha.

Pranali, ek soft cotton ki printed saree mein, hall se kitchen ke taraf ja rahi thi—bas paani lene ke liye. Lekin tabhi corridor ke ek mod pe Sharad se takra gayi—literal collision.
Sharad (steadying her by the arms):

"Aah… sambhal jao, Pranali ji. Lag toh nahi gaya?"

Pranali ka haath uske chest se takra gaya tha, aur Sharad ka haath abhi bhi uski kamar ko hold kiye hua tha—accidental, but oddly intimate.

Pranali (slightly flustered, breathing short):

"Nahi… main theek hoon… bas thoda jhatka laga."

Sharad ne haath dhire se chhoda, lekin uske fingers thodi der tak Pranali ki skin pe ruke. Woh moment frozen tha. Aankhon se aankhon mili, kuch seconds tak silence raha.

Sharad (soft voice):

"Kal tum ja rahi ho… aur pata nahi phir kab milna ho. Tumne mere haveli mein ek alag roshni chhodi hai."

Pranali (nervous laugh):

"Aap bhi na, bas baatein banana jaante hain."

Sharad (taking a slow step forward):

"Nahi… main sirf woh bolta hoon jo aankhon se dikh raha hai. Tum khubsurat ho… lekin tumhari saari khubsurti tumhari thakaan, tumhari himmat, aur tumhare guilt ke peeche chhupi hai. Mujhe woh poora insaan dikh raha hai… aur shayad… woh mujhe pasand aane laga hai."

Pranali shocked thi. She didn’t know how to react. Sharad ne kuch nahi bola, bas dheere se ek step aur aage badhkar… uska chehra apne kareeb le aaya.

Aur phir—ek halki, chori si kiss. Not forced. Not wild. Just a soft press of lips, more emotional than lustful.

.



Aur shockingly, Pranali ne ek second ke liye resist nahi kiya. Shayad woh moment mein kho gayi thi… ya phir woh comfort jo Sharad ne pichle kuch dino mein diya tha… usne uski guard ko ek pal ke liye gira diya.

Par phir… woh pal chala gaya.

Pranali (suddenly stepping back, breath hitched):

"Sharad… yeh galat tha. Aap… aapko yeh nahi karna chahiye tha."

Sharad (instantly, sincere tone):

"Main… I'm sorry, Pranali. Sach mein. Woh… impulsive tha. Galat tha. Bas… us waqt lagaa ki tumhe bas kisi ka touch chahiye."

Pranali (confused, voice trembling):

"Mujhe kisi ka touch nahi chahiye… mujhe khud ko wapas chahiye."
Woh us moment mein chali gayi, leaving Sharad standing in that soft light, looking at his own hand—jisse usne us raat kuch mehsoos kiya tha, par haasil nahi kar paya.
.
The haveli buzzed with light packing and goodbye energy. Aryan was busy chasing a butterfly in the courtyard, Soham was talking logistics with the driver, and Pranali stood in the main doorway, her suitcase beside her.

Her eyes wandered around the haveli, but her mind was locked in last night’s moment—that soft, unexpected kiss… and the butterfly confusion it had left inside her chest.
Sharad walked out, dressed crisp in his kurta-pajama, hands behind his back, face composed—like nothing had happened.

But as he approached her, the silence between them said otherwise.

Sharad (quietly, only to her):

"Pranali… kal raat… mujhe pata hai woh moment galat tha. But... jo feel hua, woh jhooth nahi tha. Main tumhare liye kuch mehsoos karne laga hoon. Mujhe laga main sirf tumhe samajh raha hoon... par shayad main tumse juda bhi hone laga."

Pranali (looking at him, torn, soft but firm):

"Mujhe bhi... kuch feel hua tha, Sharad. Main jhooth nahi bolungi. Tumhare saath woh do din... kuch alag tha. Shant, sukoon bhara... par woh sukoon guilt ke upar chhaya hua tha."

She paused. Looked away.

Pranali (whispering):
"Main kisi aur ki hoon. Soham mera pati hai. Love marriage thi… khud chuna tha maine use. Us
Pranali corridor mein quietly chal rahi thi, suitcase Soham ne already gaadi mein rakh diya tha. Aryan ne neend mein hi maa ke kandhe pe sir rakh diya tha, aur ghar ke baaki members bye-bye bol rahe the. Sab kuch normal tha. Sab kuch shaant tha.

Lekin andar… ek storm ab bhi unfinished tha.
Sharad, usual calm smile ke saath, entrance ke paas khada tha. Jaise hi Pranali uske paas se nikalne lagi, usne softly kaha:
Sharad (low, sincere voice):
"Pranali… raat ka wo moment… main use ignore nahi kar sakta."
Woh ruki. Saans andar kheechi, par palat gayi.
Pranali (controlled tone):
"Mujhe pata tha aap kuch kahenge."
Sharad:
"Mujhe laga main smart hoon. Game ke liye sab kar raha tha… lekin tumhare saath… kuch moment ke liye game chhoot gaya. Tumhe dekhte hue, woh jo kiss tha… woh bas physical nahi tha. Main... actually felt something."
Pranali (softly, conflicted):
"Sharad… mujhe bhi kuch feel hua. Maybe ek second ke liye… shayad main thak chuki thi, ya lonely thi. Pichle do dino mein… aapka saath... comfortable laga. But..."
She paused, her voice catching.
Pranali:
"Mera aur Soham ka love marriage tha. Maine uske liye sab kuch chhoda tha. Uski biwi hoon main. Agar main kisi aur ke liye wahi feel karne lagun… toh main khud se nazar nahi mila paungi."
Sharad (nodding, gently):
"I understand. I crossed a line. Tumhare liye toh main sirf… shaayad ek chaaya ban gaya hoon us guilt ki jisme tum jeeti ho."
Pranali (looking into his eyes):
"It’s okay. Main samajhti hoon… aap kya kehna chah rahe ho. Par please… don’t do this anymore. Let’s not go there. Woh ek pal tha, aur woh khatam ho chuka hai."
Sharad (soft smile):
"Thik hai. Let’s not go there. But... can we still be friends? Sirf ek dost… jo bina judge kiye kabhi kabhi bas sun sake?"
Pranali thoda hesitant thi… lekin fir halka sa muskuraayi. Woh smile waise thi jaise ek broken wall mein ek chhoti si crack se roshni aati hai.
Pranali (smiling gently):
"Friendship allowed hai. Bas... boundary clear honi chahiye."
Sharad (grinning):
"Boundary meri taraf se pakki hai."
Usne apna phone nikala. Pranali ne kuch seconds socha, phir number type kar diya.
Sharad (as she handed the phone back):
"Vaise… tumhara number toh ab mera favourite contact ban gaya hai."
Pranali (mock stern):
"Sharad!"
Sharad (laughing):
"Friend zone mein flirt allowed hai ya nahi, ye bhi clear kar do!"
Woh dono halki si hansi mein chhup gaye. Par dono ke andar ek naya bond ban chuka tha—jo friendship tha, lekin usmein ek unsaid tension ka layer hamesha rahega.

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Ghar lautne ke baad sab kuch usual tha. Aryan ne apni maa ko hug kiya aur seedha dadi ke kamre mein chala gaya. Soham thoda fresh ho ke kitchen ki taraf nikal gaya. Pranali apne bedroom mein aayi, saree ka pallu seedha kiya, aur dressing table pe baith gayi.

Lekin andar ek aag thi.
Uski aankhon ke saamne kal raat ka Sharad ke saath woh pal baar-baar flash ho raha tha—woh chori si kiss, woh gentle touch, us pal ka tension, aur phir khud ko push kar dena. Phir Munna ki wajah dimag mein aayi—uska possessive grip, uski aankhon ka jaddoo. Aur phir, sabse purana, Soham—uska pyaar, uska haq.
Ye sab milke Pranali ke dil dimaag ko ek aisi heat de rahe the, jiska outlet use khud nahi pata tha.
Woh khamoshi se bathroom gayi. Door band kiya, paani ka tap chalu kiya—taaki koi awaaz na sun sake.
Usne saree upar uthayi, blouse ka hook khola. Aaine ke samne apni aankhon mein woh teenon ka reflection dekha—Sharad ki soft, teasing smile… Munna ka dominant andhera… Soham ka caring touch.
Aankhen band ki, saans tez ho gayi. Haath dheere-dheere apni body par chala gaya, ek aisi jagah pe jahan guilt aur pleasure dono ek saath uljhe hue the.
Moans slow thi, kabhi Sharad ke naam pe, kabhi Munna ke thap-thap waale grip pe, aur kabhi Soham ke gentle kiss par.
“Kya ho raha hai mujhe?”
Aankhon se ek aansu nikal aaya, lekin lips pe ek thakeli si smile thi.
Bathroom ke andar sirf paani ki awaaz thi… aur ek aurat ka dil, jisme teen saaye naach rahe the—pyaar, junoon, aur khatra.





Pranali apne room mein aayi thi, dil mein itna kuch chal raha tha ki uska saans lena bhi bhaari lag raha tha. Sharad ka woh passionate kiss, Munna ki yaadein, aur Soham ka pyar—sab kuch ek saath dimag mein ghoom raha tha. Woh heat mein thi, sharm se zyada ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi mehsoos ho raha tha. Bathroom ka door band karke, Pranali ne apni saree dheere dheere upar uthayi, pallu side mein rakh diya, aur blouse ki hook khol di.

Uski sansen tez thi, aankhein adhi band, hothon pe us teeno ke naam—kabhi Munna, kabhi Sharad, toh kabhi Soham. Pranali ne apni fingers apne panties ke andar slide ki, thoda touch karte hi ek sarsaraahat si body mein daud gayi. Chut already wet thi, woh apni middle finger se dheere dheere andar jaane lagi. Pehle toh bas halka halka, lekin jaise jaise uski soch Sharad ke bare mein jaane lagi—uska haath, uska hota hua touch, woh kiss—Pranali ki fingers tez hone lagi.
“Munnnaa…” Pranali ke lips se dheere se nikla, phir “Sharad… Soham…”—naam bhi badalte ja rahe the, speed bhi badh rahi thi. Uski kamar bed par dheere se uth rahi thi, legs aur wide karte hue, woh apni chut ke andar finger ghusa rahi thi, andar-bahar, andar-bahar. Pranali ki body twist ho rahi thi, moaning sounds uski band lips se bahar aa rahi thi, pura ghar shayad sun sakta tha agar dhyan se sune.
Uske mind mein kabhi Munna usko kiss kar raha tha, toh kabhi Sharad uski kamar pakad ke usse pass kheench raha tha, kabhi Soham ka pyaar yaad aata, toh kabhi Sharad ki naughty smile. Usne apni fingers aur andar push ki, thoda circular motion mein move karne lagi, thumb se clit rub karte hue.
Achanak, Pranali ka body ekdam tight ho gaya, legs aur khul gayi, back arch ho gayi, aur ek loud moan ke saath—“Sharad! Munnnaaa!”—usne feel kiya ki chut se ek dam se cum nikal gaya, pure body mein current sa daud gaya, uski breathing heavy ho gayi, aankhein tightly band ho gayi.
Do minute Pranali wahi relaxed padhi rahi, uski fingers ab bhi thodi wet thi, body thak gayi thi, lekin ek sukoon sa mehsoos ho raha tha. Dheere se uth kar usne apna face wash kiya, saree adjust ki, blouse dubara hook kiya, lipstick lagayi, aur apne bal open chhod diye.
Thodi der baad Pranali ekdam normal lag rahi thi, lekin andar se uski heat ab bhi dhimi aag ki tarah jal rahi thi. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar thoda muskuraayi, “Kya ho gaya mujhe,” khud se puchti, lekin jawab nahi tha. Phir confident chaal mein bahar aa gayi, jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho, lekin uski aankhon mein ab bhi woh heat, woh laalima chamak rahi thi.








Pranali ne apne room ka door band kiya, saree thodi sambhali, aur mobile uthakar Shubha ko call milaya. Dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha tha, lekin vo sab kuch Shubha ko bataye bina uska chain nahi tha.
Call jaisi hi connect hui, Shubha ne apne typical chulbuli awaaz mein bola, “Arre Pranali madam! Aaj to itni jaldi yaad aa gayi? Kahin phir se koi haveli adventure toh nahi ho gaya?”
Pranali ek second chupi rahi, phir halki si hansi ke saath boli, “Shubha, tu pagal hai. Lekin haan… kuch aisa hi samajh le. Tujhe pata hai, kal jab hum log Sharad ke haveli pe the, Sharad ne mujhe akele mein baat karne bulaya tha…”
Shubha ek dum se alert, lekin masti mood mein, “Oho… phir kya hua? Ullu banaya ya akele mein pataya? Bata, suspense mat rakh!”
Pranali ne thoda sa blush karte hue, lekin apni emotional state pe control karte hue kaha, “Yaar, pata nahi kya ho gaya tha mujhe. Sharad ne… usne… mujhe kiss kiya. Aur… maine bhi… resist nahi kiya. It was so intense, Shubha! Pura room ghoom raha tha mujhe toh. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha, yeh sab sahi hai ya galat, bas ho gaya…”
Shubha phone ke dusre end se zor se hansi, “Arre wah, Pranali madam! Sharad ki haveli mein romance bhi chal raha hai. Lagta hai Munna ke baad ab Sharad bhi teri wish list mein aa gaya!”
Pranali thoda serious ho gayi, “Arey yaar, mazak mat kar. Soch Munna ko pata chala toh kya hoga? Woh already possessive hai mere liye. Aur Sharad ka toh alag hi swag hai. Soham bhi kuch nahi keh raha, mujhe toh samajh nahi aa raha kya karu.”
Shubha phir se taang khinchte hue, “Aree tu tension na le! Munna agar Mirzapur ka don hai toh Sharad uska competitor hai. Waise bhi, tere fans toh line mein hai—ek taraf Munna, dusri taraf Sharad… Soham toh bass dekh hi raha hai, popcorn leke!”
Pranali hans padi, “Pagal! Tujhe toh har cheez mein comedy dikhni hai. Par sach bata, tujhe Sharad kaisa laga? Matlab… personality, aura, sab kuch?”
Shubha naughty mood mein boli, “Sharad toh ek dum royal category ka item hai, yaar! Height, maturity, woh intense aankhein… lagta hai kahin bhi chandni raat ho, toh ekdum romantic scene banta hai. Dekh, sach bolun toh… tu nahi, toh main try maar deti uspar! Bas tu apna mangalsutra sambhal, main saree ka pallu sambhal lungi!”
Pranali ne apna sar pakad liya, “Tu toh bilkul pagal hai! Chal, bol rahi hoon serious mein. Mujhe guilt bhi ho raha hai par excitement bhi… kya karu?”
Shubha ek second ke liye emotional ho gayi, “Sun Pranali, tu dil se jo chahe kar, bas apna khayal rakh. Emotions control nahi hote, aur kabhi kabhi life mein risk lene bhi chahiye. Bas apna ‘safe word’ yaad rakh—aur agar Sharad se aur kuch advance scene ho toh live commentary de dena, gossip group mein dhamaka ho jayega!”
Dono zor zor se hans padi, thodi der baatein chalti rahi, taang khichai, emotional support aur friendly masti. Pranali ko thoda halka mehsoos hua, jaise apna tension half Shubha pe transfer ho gaya ho.
Shubha last mein boli, “Aree, aage kuch bhi ho, full update chahiye. Aur haan, Munna se bach ke—woh Mirzapur ka Bhaukaal hai, Sharad ka swag sambhal le, baaki drama main sambhal lungi!”
Pranali ne phone cut kiya, thoda confident feel karte hue. Dosto ka support ho toh Mirzapur ki koi haveli bhi conquer kar sakti hai, right?

Shubha ne phone uthaya, dusre end par Soham ka naam flash ho raha tha. Usne ek pal ko socha—yeh toh roz ka ho gaya hai, har raat ki khabar, har raat ka hisaab. Lekin paisa bhi zaroori hai, uske pati ka ilaaj, uski majboori. Thodi der pehle Pranali se baat karke ab uska guilt thoda kam tha, ab toh she was in informer mode.
Soham ne call pick kiya, awaz mein wohi usual boredom, “Bata Shubha, aaj kya nayi masaledaar khabar hai?”
Shubha ne thoda sexy tone mein, lekin professional jaisi, bola, “Bhaiya, aapke Sharad bhaiya ne toh kamaal kar diya aaj. Pranali ko kiss kiya, vo bhi direct lips pe… aur madam ne bhi resist nahi kiya. Aapka plan sahi chal raha hai. Munna ke baad ab Sharad bhi line mein aa gaya.”
Soham ne ek kadvi si hansi hansi, “Accha… toh madam ab Sharad ke liye bhi pighal rahi hai. Mast. Agle hafte Sharad mujhe 10 crore transfer karega. Main abhi powerful ho jaunga, puri Mirzapur main naam ho jayega mera. Pranali toh bas shuruaat hai, aage aur bhi ladkiyaan milengi mujhe.”
Par andar se, ek choti si awaaz keh rahi thi—yeh tum kya kar rahe ho Soham? Pranali… teri biwi hai, teri bachchon ki maa… Maa ki aankhon ka taara… Lekin paison ka nasha, shakti ka junoon, sab pe bhaari pad raha tha. Usne us feeling ko dabaya, jaise hamesha karta hai.
Shubha ne phir halki si sulgi hui aawaz mein pucha, “Aur… aapko aur kuch chahiye toh batao. Aaj Pranali full heat mein thi, Sharad ke bare mein soch ke… main jaanti hoon, aapko aisi details pasand hai…”
Soham ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aayi, “Shubha, tu kamaal hai. Waise bhi… tujhe toh pata hi hai, tujhe paise milenge, par teri body bhi mujhe chahiye kabhi kabhi. Tera pati hospital mein hai, main sambhal lunga. Bas Pranali ki ek ek harkat bata, baaki sab tujhpe.”
Shubha ne apne aap ko mirror mein dekha—kuch saal pehle tak woh sirf ek simple, sanskari aurat thi, ab paise ke liye sab kuch kar rahi hai. Lekin majboori thi, pati ka ilaj, bacchon ki fees. Usne apne hothon pe lipstick lagayi, aur kaha, “Theek hai Soham… sab details milti rahengi. Aaj raat ka appointment bhi yaad hai na?”
Soham ne casual tone mein bola, “Haan haan… tu aa ja. Pranali ki kahani ke saath apni body bhi lekar aa.”
Call cut, Shubha ne aankhon mein thoda aansu mehsoos kiya, lekin fir apne aap se bola—Zindagi sab sikha deti hai, paise ki bhook sab badal deti hai.
Soham ek pal ke liye phone ko dekhta raha—andar guilt tha, lekin vo toh uske ambitions ke neeche daba chuka tha.
Uske liye ab sirf power important thi, baaki sab—pyaar, parivaar, insaniyat—sab paison ke niche kuchla ja chuka tha.
Aur Shubha, ab ek informer, ek sex toy, ek majboor aurat, sirf ek deal ka hissa ban gayi thi.



Munna Tripathi apne dark, luxurious room mein akele baitha tha. Whiskey ka glass haath mein, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi. Pranali ke saath guzaari raat uske dimag mein repeat ho rahi thi—uski khushbu, uska touch, aur sabse zyada—woh moans, jo ab bhi uske kaano mein baj rahe the.
Munna ne phone uthaya, ek dum se uska naam search kiya.
He typed, almost teasing—
“Missing me?”
Message bhej kar Munna ne apne aap ko ek king samjha. Usse pata tha, Pranali aise hi reply nahi karegi—yeh guilt aur passion ka dangerous game tha. Lekin uski aadat ho gayi thi Pranali ki… uska taste ab usse chhut hi nahi raha tha.
Dusri taraf, Pranali apne phone screen pe message dekh ke freeze ho gayi. Uska chehra ekdum stiff, aankhon mein shock, dil mein guilt ka tsunami. Abhi tak Sharad ka scene, apni khud ki feelings, aur upar se Munna ka yeh casual message.
Missing me?
Pranali ka haath phone pe tha, lekin fingers type karne mein jhijak rahi thi. Andar guilt, gussa, aur ek ajeeb si attraction. Par vo reply nahi kar payi. Screen off kar di.
Munna ko pata tha—ye silence ka matlab hai ki vo confuse hai. Usne fir ek aur message bhej diya, is baar aur bold, aur thoda dirty:
“Tumhare moans ab tak kaano mein gunj rahe hain… vo raat kabhi nahi bhool sakta.”
Pranali ki aankhon mein ab irritation aa gayi. Munna ka yeh attitude, uski possessiveness, aur vo baat jaise bas sex pe aa jaye… ab gussa aa gaya usse. Abki baar usne phone uthaya, fingers tight ho gayi screen pe, aur message likha:
“Munna, bas karo. Jo hua galat tha. Mujhe yeh sab yaad dilakar mujhe aur mat girao. Apni life mein aage badhne do, tum bhi move on karo. Mujhe baar baar disturb mat karo. Aur haan, mere moans bhool jao—kyunki ab unki koi value nahi hai.”
Ek pal ke liye Pranali ka anger uski guilt pe bhaari ho gaya. Message bhej ke vo heavy breathing kar rahi thi, aankhen nam thi—nafrat, guilt, aur thoda apne aap pe bhi gussa.
Munna ne message dekha, hansi uske hothon pe thi—
“Jitna bhoolne bologi, utna yaad aati ho, Pranali. This isn’t over yet.”
Pranali phone table pe rakh ke khidki ke paas jaa khadi hui—yeh game abhi khatam nahi hua tha, aur uska dil jaise ek baar phir uljhanon mein phans gaya tha.

Pranali abhi bhi khidki ke paas khadi thi, phone table par phek diya tha. Dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha tha, Munna ke messages ne saari shanti ko aag laga di thi. She felt angry, exposed, almost helpless.
Tabhi phone ka screen fir se blink hua.
Sharad Shukla.
“Awake?”
Pranali ne ek gehri saans li aur phone uthaya. Sharad ka message dekhte hi uske lips pe thoda smile aaya, ajeeb sa comfort mehsoos hua. Sharad ka andaaz hi alag tha—direct, lekin possessive nahi. Uski baaton mein ek mystery thi, ek dum calm, mature energy.
Pranali (reply):
“Haan, neend nahi aa rahi… kuch zyada hi tension ho gaya aaj.”
Sharad (instantly):
“Tension ki wajah main toh nahi?”
End mein ek wink emoji.
Pranali hansi bina nahi rahi,
“Tum ho, par ho bhi nahi. Tumhare saath hoti hoon toh sab kuch ajeeb se normal lagta hai.”
Sharad:
“Normal ya special?”
Pranali ne playfully type kiya,
“Special hi keh lo. Waise tum yeh sab chat pe puchte ho, saamne hota toh kya karte?”
Sharad ka reply kuch seconds baad aaya,
“Saamne hota toh, shayad tumhe sirf dekhta… baaki sab tumhari aankhon mein hi dikh jata hai.”
Pranali ek pal ke liye blush hui, Munna ka gussa dheere dheere melt hone laga. Sharad ki words ne uske dil pe thandi patti rakh di thi.
“Tumhare saath baat karke aaj fir se shaant ho gayi. Thank you, Sharad.”
Sharad:
“Hamesha. Goodnight, Pranali. Sweet dreams. Tumhare sapnon ka rakhwala hoon main.”
Pranali (smiling softly):
“Goodnight, Sharad.”
Phone side mein rakhte hi, Pranali ka gussa, guilt, sab kuch thoda halka ho gaya. Sharad ke simple, confident words mein jaadu tha—aur aaj raat woh pehli baar peacefully so gayi.

Subah ki halki roshni mein Pranali sabse pehle jag gayi thi. Kitchen se masale ki khushboo aa rahi thi, haath mein aata, aankhon mein neend ki halki si jhalak—lekin routine toh routine hai. Kapde dhone se lekar chai banana tak, sab kuch ek dum perfect. Kabhi-kabhi toh lagta tha, woh housewife nahi, ek machine hai.
Tab tak Soham bhi uth chuka tha, ek pal ko Pranali ko dekhta raha—jaise kuch kehna chahta ho, phir chup chaap washroom chala gaya.
Tabhi gate pe horn bajta hai. Door bell ki awaaz se ghar ki saari neend udd gayi. Pranali ne pallu sambhalte hue door khola, toh saamne Munna Tripathi khada tha—smile karta hua, full energy mein, aise jaise koi VIP aaye ho.
“Arey Munna beta!” Soham ke pitaji khush ho kar aage badhe, Munna ko gale laga liya. Soham bhi formal sa smile de kar haath milata hai, “Munna bhaiya, itni subah-subah surprise?”
Pranali ki saas bhi Munna ko pyaar se aashirwad deti hai, “Aa jao beta, chai pi lo. Subah-subah tumhare darshan ho gaye, din safal ho gaya.”
Munna ghar ke andar aata hai, sabka swagat accept karta hai jaise woh ghar ka hi ek hissa ho. Table pe baith kar, halki si casual baat cheet shuru hoti hai. Munna ka charm sab pe bhari pad raha tha.
Phir Munna ne ek serious note pakda, “Actually, ek choti si request thi. Mere business ka ek important kaam hai nearby city mein—kuch accounts check karne hai, bills verify karne hai. Mujhe kisi reliable aur trustworthy aadmi ki zaroorat hai jo finance samjhta ho, aur mere saath ek din ke liye chale. Bas ek din ka kaam hai, sab kuch transparent hai. Ghar ke hi kisi bande pe bharosa karta hoon, isliye yeh baat aapse share ki.”
Pranali thoda confuse thi, lekin gharwale proud feel kar rahe the—Munna jaise aadmi ko in par bharosa hai, toh unki izzat badh rahi thi. Soham ke pitaji ne instantly bola, “Haan beta, humare ghar mein toh Pranali ko accounts ka kaafi gyaan hai, bank mein bhi kaam kiya hai. Agar tumhe chahiye toh Pranali chale jaaye tumhare saath?”
Munna ne ek second Pranali ki taraf dekha—unki aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi.
“Bilkul. Main bhi yahi soch raha tha. Pranali ji ka record sabse best hai. Agar aap sabko theek lage toh bas ek din ke liye main unko le jaata hoon.”
Ghar mein thodi der silent rahi, sab soch rahe the. Pranali ne bhi formally haan mein haan milai, lekin uske andar emotions ka tsunami chal raha tha. Munna ka request simple dikh raha tha, lekin uske piche ki asli kahani sirf Pranali hi samajh sakti thi.
Sab ne milke decide kiya—Pranali jaayegi, aur Munna ka kaam sambhalegi. Munna ne aakhri baar muskurate hue kaha,
“Thank you, sab logon ka. Main promise karta hoon, ek din ke baad Pranali ji waapas safe ghar aa jayengi. Aur haan, main business ki saari responsibility unhi ko deta hoon.”
Ghar mein fir se normal routine shuru ho gaya, lekin Pranali ka dil ab aur bhi restless ho gaya tha—Munna ka plan, Sharad ki baatein, Soham ka attitude, aur apna guilt—sab milke ek nayi kahani shuru karne wale the.


Agli subah Pranali ki neend khuli toh aankhon mein ajeeb sa mix tha—thoda guilt, thoda excitement, thoda sa self-doubt, par sabse zyada ek jazba ki “aaj main apne hisaab se rahungi.” Munna ki baaton ka asar us par tha, lekin usse apni taraf se kamzor dikhna bilkul manzoor nahi tha.
Usne almari kholi aur socha—aaj kuch classy pehnu, lekin Munna ko bhi realize ho ki main ordinary nahi hoon. Usne ek elegant royal blue silk saree nikali, blouse ka cut thoda deep tha, pallu ek dum neat—ek balance of grace and confidence. Light makeup, sindoor ki ek patti, aur halki si red lipstick, bas. Aaj Pranali apne aap ko ek powerful woman jaisa feel karna chahti thi.
Breakfast table par Soham, unka beta, aur saas-sasur already baithe the. Pranali ne normal tareeke se sabko breakfast serve kiya, lekin aankhon mein kuch alag hi confidence tha.
Bahaar Munna ka SUV already gate pe tha, bilkul punctual. Ghar mein thoda hustle hua, Soham ne casual smile di, beta hug karta hai, aur saas-sasur pyar se nazar utarte hai.
Pranali ne muskurate hue, lekin andar ek choti si nervous energy ke saath kaha,
“Main jaldi aa jaungi. Koi chinta mat karna.”
Munna car ke bonnet pe tikke khada tha, sunglasses lagaye hue, Pranali ko ek long, approving look deta hai.
“Ready?”
Ek charming smirk ke saath puchta hai.
Pranali ne sir hilaya, aur ek confident stride ke saath Munna ki car ki taraf badh gayi. Door kholte waqt Munna ne light teasing tone mein kaha,
“Aaj toh lagta hai Miss Mirzapur business contest jeetne aayi ho.”
Pranali ne bhi thoda smile kiya,
“Professional kaam ke liye professional look. Aur waise bhi, aapko competition toh pasand hai na?”
Car mein baithte hi, Munna ne ek pal ke liye Pranali ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein admiration, desire, aur thoda sa challenge bhi tha. Pranali ka pallu shoulder pe set tha, neckline thodi bold, par body language full confidence wali.
Ghar se door, she allowed herself to relax—ek pal ko khidki ke bahar dekhte hue, apne dil ko samjhane ki koshish ki—Main Munna ke liye nahi, apne liye strong hoon. Jo bhi ho, aaj ki script main likhungi.
Car highway pe aage badh gayi, dono ke beech mein raw tension, unsaid attraction, aur ek naye din ki kahani.




Car mein baithte hi, Pranali ne ek deep breath li, jaise apne aap ko control karne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Bahar ki duniya seedhi aur simple thi—road, trees, morning ki halki dhoop. Lekin car ke andar, hawa hi kuch aur thi.
Munna driving seat par tha, ek haath steering pe, dusra window ke paas, casual sa—lekin uski aankhen kabhi kabhi Pranali ki taraf drift kar jaati thi, jaise uski bechaini ko mehsoos kar raha ho.
Pranali khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, lekin dimag mein ek hi scene baar baar repeat ho raha tha—woh raat, Munna ke saath. Uski yaad sirf guilt nahi thi, ek ajeeb si excitement bhi thi jo usne kabhi kisi ke saath mehsoos nahi ki thi. Munna ka touch, uski baaton ka nasha, aur sabse zyada—usne Munna ko kabhi ‘na’ nahi kaha.
She remembered how she melted in his arms, us raat ka junoon, uski moans, aur Munna ka intensity. Us raat ke baad sab kuch badal gaya tha, aur Pranali ab khud ko jhooth nahi bol sakti thi—she did enjoy it. Actually, she had wanted it, chahe apne aap se jitni bhi denial kar le.
Car ki silence mein, Pranali ne khud se pucha,
“Main Munna ko kyu mana nahi kar paayi? Kya tha uski aankhon mein, uske haathon mein, ki main bas beh gayi?”
Ek pal ke liye Munna ne gear change kiya, uski fingers Pranali ke haath ke paas se guzri—electric si current daud gayi body mein. Pranali ne aankhen band ki, lips thoda press kiye, aur khud ko fir sambhalne ki koshish ki.
Munna, jaise uske dil ki baat sun raha ho, ek teasing tone mein bola,
“Aaj itni chup kyu ho, Pranali ji? Woh business wali yaad aayi ya phir… kuch aur?”
Pranali ne aankhen kholi, Munna ki aankhon mein dekha—usne kuch nahi bola, sirf ek halki si muskurahat ke saath face window ki taraf kar liya.
Lekin uski aankhon ki chamak, uske chehre ka laal rang, sab kuch Munna samajh gaya tha—aur shayad Pranali bhi.
Woh raat sirf ek galti nahi thi, ek craving thi jo ab chhup nahi sakti thi.
Car ke andar hawa garm thi, khamoshi mein bhi ek raw connection tha—jo na dono todna chahte the, na accept kar pa rahe the.



Car highway pe aage badh rahi thi, but ab uss bechaini ki jagah ek thoda playful mood aa gaya tha. Pranali ne khud ko thoda relaxed mehsoos kiya, uska pallu shoulder pe perfectly set, baal khidki ki halki hawa mein ud rahe the. Munna ne ek glance mara, aankhon mein woh usual naughty spark.
Munna, half-smile ke saath:
“Waise, aaj aapka saree selection toh business se zyada distraction lag raha hai. Aapko pata bhi hai, aap jab aise baithti hain toh kaam pe focus karna mushkil ho jata hai?”
Pranali ne fake gussa dikhaya,
“Munna ji, yeh business trip hai ya fashion show? Sab aapko hi dikhta hai, baaki duniya ko toh main bas ek accountant hoon.”
Munna haske:
“Accountant toh hain, par… aapke accounts toh kaafi bold hain. Saara calculation mere dimaag ka zero kar dete ho.”
Thoda pause, phir:
“Last time bhi jab aap mere saath thi, kuch hisaab-kitaab kuch zyada hi intense ho gaya tha…”
Pranali ne ek moment ke liye blush kiya, fir bhi casual ban kar boli,
“Aap na, bas mauka dekhte hi line maarne lagte ho.”
Munna cheeky smile ke saath:
“Line nahi, direct formula lagata hoon main. Aur formula wahi lagata hoon jo result la sake.”
Pranali thoda hans padti hai,
“Accha? Toh phir aaj ke accounts sambhal paoge ya main distract kar doon?”
Munna leaned in thoda closer (but still driving):
“Mujhe distractions pasand hai, especially agar aap jaisi ho. Waise, aapke moans abhi tak mere mind se nikle nahi, business yaad dilata hai ya pleasure ka account kholun phir se?”
Pranali ne eyes roll ki, par ab thoda openly tease kar rahi thi,
“Kaam ki baat karo, Munna. Baaki calculation raat ko kar lena.”
Ek mischievous smile ke saath.
Munna satisfied, slow tone mein:
“Deal. Par aapka calculation thoda advance hai—main pura din lagane ko ready hoon.”
Pranali ne khidki se bahar dekha, magar uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi—kuch sharam, kuch excitement, aur sabse zyada… anticipation.
Car ab city ke paas aa rahi thi, par dono ke beech ka atmosphere already garm ho chuka tha—aur Pranali, finally, apne aap ko munna ki flirtation ke saath flow karte hue mehsoos kar rahi thi.


Office mein enter karte hi, Pranali apni professional mode mein aa gayi. Ek clean desk, laptop open, accounts ki files neatly spread out. Usne ek quick bun bana liya, pallu sambhal kar set kiya, lekin saree ka deep back aur neckline ab bhi Munna ki nazar se bach nahi sakte the.
Munna ne receptionist ko sign dekar private conference room le liya tha—privacy ke naam pe full drama. Sab staff respect se “Munna bhaiya” bol rahe the, Pranali quietly head nod karti, apni seat par busy ho gayi.
Kaam start hua—Pranali bills, receipts, accounts cross-check kar rahi thi, shayad apni best efficiency pe. Lekin room ka AC bhi uski mehnat ka sweat rok nahi pa raha tha. Uski back pe halki pasina ki layer, neck pe ek shine, aur uski breathing slightly heavy. She was looking both strong and vulnerable—a working woman in her element, but undeniably sexy.
Munna, table ke dusre side baithkar, ek file pakde, par uski poori attention Pranali pe thi. Kabhi uske baal ki loose strand dekhta, kabhi uski ungliyon ko, toh kabhi uske blouse ke neckline pe nazar atak jaati. Har bar jab Pranali sir utha ke kisi point pe Munna ki taraf dekhti, toh uske chehre pe ek smirk hota—jaise vo keh raha ho, aaj tu meri hai.
Pranali ne ek point pe paani liya, Munna ko dekha aur casually bola,
“Yeh bills toh sahi lag rahe hain, kuch fishy nahi hai, Munna ji.”
Munna leaned forward, voice mein slow tease,
“Mujhe toh aapki working style sabse zyada interesting lag rahi hai. Kaash har balance sheet itni khoobsurat hoti…”
Pranali ne ek tired, but playful look diya,
“Flirt karne ka bhi koi timing hota hai, Munna.”
Munna close aake whisper kiya,
“Mera timing perfect hai, Pranali. Aur aaj toh maine pura din sirf tumhare liye plan kiya hai…”
Uski aankhon mein ek promise tha—kaam ke baad, khel shuru hoga.
Pranali ne ek light laugh ki, lekin andar se ek anticipation uske body mein run kar gaya. She knew Munna’s plans rarely failed—and today, she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to resist.
Dono ne kaam finish kiya, sun was starting to go down, and office mein ab sirf ek silence thi—aur us silence ke andar, desire ki gunj.
Munna ne files close ki, Pranali ki aankhon mein direct dekh ke bola:
“Ready for the next calculation?”
Pranali ne halki si smile ke saath apna laptop bandh kiya,
“Dekhte hain Munna ji, aapka formula kitna strong hai.”
Aur aaj raat ka equation… abhi solve hona baaki tha.



Munna kisi urgent kaam ke bahane office se nikal gaya tha, leaving Pranali alone at her desk with just the hum of the AC and the ticking clock. She stretched her neck, let her bun down, and took a long sip of water, trying to shake off the lingering tension.
Tabhi phone vibed quietly—Sharad Shukla ka message.
Sharad:
“Madam, kaam khatam? Ya abhi bhi bills hi gin rahi ho?”
Pranali smiled to herself, instantly feeling lighter.
“Bas almost. Aapko bhi aaj office ke bills yaad aa gaye?”
Sharad:
“Bills se zyada toh aap yaad aayi. Waise ek help chahiye thi.”
Pranali:
“Kya?”
Sharad:
“Aaj tak kisi friend ko selfie bheji hai? Dosti mein zaroori hai dekhna kaun sabse khoobsurat hai.”
End mein ek wink emoji.
Pranali laughed quietly, biting her lower lip.
“Matlab aapko sirf selfie chahiye ya kaam bhi hai?”
Sharad:
“Kaam ki wajah se message kiya, lekin selfie mil jaaye toh din ban jayega. Sach batau toh Mirzapur mein competition tough hai. Dekhna padega kaun top par hai.”
Pranali rolled her eyes, but inside she was a little thrilled. She quickly checked herself in the phone’s front camera—loose hair, hint of sweat, pink cheeks, bindi slightly off-centre. She angled her phone, gave a soft, teasing smile, and clicked a candid selfie.
She sent it to Sharad with a playful line:
“Dost ki demand hai, toh mana kaise karti? Dekh lo, aaj office-wali look hai!”
Sharad replied in seconds:
“Bas ab toh Mirzapur ka verdict mil gaya—tumhara smile hi winner hai. Aur haan, kaam ke baad ek coffee treat pending hai. Ready ho?”
Pranali, feeling lighter and bolder, texted back:
“Dekhte hain, aapki dosti ka kitna charm hai. Abhi office mein hoon, baad mein baat karungi.”
Sharad:
“Main wait karunga, dosti mein sab kuch jaayaz hai!”
Pranali smiled, feeling her cheeks warm up. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed—and a little more alive.


Car mein silence thi, sirf wipers ki awaaz aur baahar barsaat ka shor. Pranali apna phone quietly purse mein rakh chuki thi jaise Sharad ki cheeky dosti ko ek pal ke liye pause par rakh diya ho. Saree ka pallu thoda sambhalte hue, woh window ke bahar dekh rahi thi—raindrops ne uske face aur neck pe ek alag hi glow la diya tha. Din bhar ki mehnat aur humidity ne uske baal thode messy kar diye the, aur uska look ab extra sensuous lag raha tha, casual yet utterly irresistible.
Munna gaadi chala raha tha, lekin uski nazar bar-bar Pranali pe hi thi. Har pal, har expression—woh chhup kar nahi dekh raha tha, openly admire kar raha tha. Thand lag rahi thi dono ko, lekin Munna ko uss waqt sirf ek hi cheez feel ho rahi thi—Pranali ki presence.
Achanak Munna ne break lagayi, car side pe rok di. Bahar abhi bhi heavy rain ho rahi thi, car ke andar ka mahoul aur intimate ho gaya tha. Munna ne ek pal ke liye Pranali ki taraf dekha, phir soft but serious tone mein bola,
"Batao Pranali madam, sach sach… us raat ko enjoy kiya tha ya nahi? Tell me the truth."
Pranali ne uski aankhon mein dekha—do pal ke liye chup rahi, phir khidki ki taraf dekhne lagi. Uska chehra halki si laali se bhar gaya, lekin andar se she was trembling, not just because of the cold.
"Mujhe us bare mein baat nahi karni, Munna," usne dheere se kaha, lekin voice mein thoda vibration tha—sharm, guilt, aur ek burning curiosity ka.
Munna, who never takes no for an answer, dheere-dheere uske paas gaya. Usne apna haath Pranali ke messy baalon mein dala, unhe piche gently kheechte hue uska face apni taraf tight kiya. Ab unke lips ekdum paas, dono ki saanse mil rahi thi. Bahar rain ki awaaz, andar sirf un dono ki heartbeats.
Munna ki awaaz ab whisper thi, eyes burning into hers:
"Ab sach bata… tune enjoy kiya tha ya nahi?"
Pranali ki aankhen band ho gayi, lips slightly parted. Uske sare gestures ne uska jawab already de diya tha, but she didn’t want to fight the heat anymore. Dheere-dheere, she nodded—yes. Eyes still closed, breath shaky, par expression honest tha.
Munna ke lips ek pal ke liye uske cheek ke bahut nazdeek the. He just smiled, satisfied, ek winner ki tarah, and let the silence between them say the rest.
Car ke andar ab sirf unki chemistry ki garmi thi—aur baahar barsaat, jo jaise dono ko ek dusre ke aur kareeb la rahi thi.





Munna ki aankhon mein ek wild, almost hungry look tha. Pranali ne uski aankhon mein dekha, thoda sa peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin Munna ka haath ab bhi uske baalon mein tha—gentle, but firm. Uski body tense thi, lips thoda trembling. She knew this moment was coming, and as much as she tried to deny it to herself, her body had a mind of its own.
Munna ne dheere se apna chehra aur paas laaya, unke lips ab ek dusre ko almost touch kar rahe the. Pehle toh Pranali ne resist kiya, apne haath se Munna ka chest push kiya, “Munna, yeh sahi nahi hai…”
Lekin Munna ne sirf uski aankhon mein dekha, uski resistance mein bhi ek daawat thi, ek invitation jo sirf Munna samajh sakta tha.
Aur phir—Munna ne Pranali ke lips pe ek passionate, deep kiss kar diya. Pehle toh Pranali ne sirf lips band kiye rakhe, shoulders tense thi, lekin jaise hi Munna ki ungliyaan uske baalon ko stroke karne lagi, jaise hi uske lips ki heat badhi, Pranali ka resistance pighalne laga. Her breaths grew heavier, and slowly, she started melting into the moment.
Thodi hi der mein, Pranali ke haath Munna ke shoulder pe the, usne apni aankhen bandh ki, aur kiss ka jawab dena shuru kiya—first hesitant, phir full surrender ke saath. Car ke ander barsaat ki aawaz ab sirf ek background music thi, asli melody toh un dono ki chemistry thi.
Munna ke haath ab Pranali ke cheek se uski kamar pe aa gaye, aur Pranali ne bhi apne haath Munna ke baalon mein ghusa diye. Ab dono ke lips ek dusre mein uljhe hue the, heat and passion building up, koi bhi shabd zaroori nahi tha—sab kuch aankhon, haathon, aur us kiss mein keh diya gaya tha.
Bahaar ki thand aur barsaat, andar ki garmi aur desire—sab kuch ek perfect storm ban gaya tha. Pranali ki resistance ab completely melt ho gayi thi, and for that moment, she belonged to Munna, and Munna belonged only to her.

[Joker44]

Bahar barsaat ka tufaan chal raha tha, lekin car ke andar usse bhi zyada wild storm tha. Munna aur Pranali ek dusre mein kho gaye the, lips locked in a deep, desperate kiss. Unke saanse, moans, aur shiver sab kuch car ke glass par condensation ki tarah jama ho raha tha.

Munna ne dheere se apni ungliyan Pranali ke back par le jaakar uske blouse ka hook khola. Pranali ne pehle ek shaky breath li, aankhen bandh karli, jaise us pal ki intensity mein kho jana chahti ho. Blouse halka sa open hota hi Munna ne uske saree ka pallu side mein kiya aur uske bare boobs ko bahar nikal diya.
“Munna…,” Pranali ki awaaz sirf ek halki si protest thi, lekin uske moans mein pura surrender tha.
Munna ne bina time waste kiye apne lips Pranali ke nipple par rakh diye, softly sucking and then biting, tongue se tease karta hua. Pranali ki body arch ho gayi, uske haath Munna ke baalon mein jaakar kasne lage. Car ke ander uske moans gunj rahe the,
“Mmm… Munna… oh… please… don’t stop…”
Munna har suck ke saath aur intense hota jaa raha tha, Pranali ki nipples hard ho chuki thi, body mein sirf heat, lust, aur barsaat ki electricity thi. Har bar jab Munna usko bite karta, Pranali ki awaaz aur tez ho jaati,
“Aah… Munna… so good… I can’t… yeh kaisi feeling hai…”
Bahar heavy rain ki thandak thi, lekin car ke andar dono ka pasina, us intense body heat, aur unke wild breaths ne mahoul aur bhi passionate bana diya tha. Pranali ne Munna ko apne aur close kheech liya,
“Munna, tum pagal ho gaye ho… mujhe control nahi ho raha…”
Munna ne uske dusre breast ko bhi mouth mein le liya, tongue se round round ghoomata hua, kabhi soft suck, kabhi wild nibble. Pranali ke moans ab pure surrender ki stage par the, uski body car seat par restless thi,
“Munna… I want you… abhi… mujhe kisi cheez ki parwah nahi…”
Us pal mein, car ke ander sirf unke moans, kisses, aur wild touches ka music baj raha tha. Baarish ki boonden car ke roof par dance kar rahi thi, lekin sabse bada tufaan toh Munna aur Pranali ke beech chal raha tha—raw, untamed, aur impossible to ignore.





Pranali ka badan ab pura heat mein tha, breathes fast ho chuki thi, aankhon mein bas ek hi hunger—no romance, bas wild passion. Usne Munna ki taraf dekha, ek pal ke liye bhi hesitate nahi kiya. She quickly back seat pe chali gayi, saree ko thoda upar khiska diya, legs open kar di, pura invitation Munna ke liye.
Munna bhi ek second waste kiye bina uske paas aaya, usne apni pants khol ke apna lund nikaal diya, already hard and throbbing. Pranali ne apne haath se saree thodi aur upar ki, aur Munna ko dekhte hue tange wide faila di, voice mein urgency thi, “Munna, abhi… please… I want you inside me, abhi!”
Munna ke haath tremble kar rahe the desire se, usne dheere se Pranali ki panties slide down karke nikal di, uski chut ab completely exposed thi, wet and waiting. Pranali apni chut ko rub kar rahi thi, eyes closed, lips parted, “Munna… bas time waste mat karo…”
Munna ne apna lund uski chut ke lips par rub kiya, thoda tease karte hue, lekin Pranali ki awaaz ab desperate thi,
“Do it now, Munna… please… mujhe chahiye, abhi…”
Uski demand sunte hi, Munna ne ek hi thrust mein apna lund uski chut ke andar daal diya, pura wild, pura urgent. Pranali ki body seat par jerk ho gayi, moan loud thi,
“Aaah… Munna… yes… just like that… aur hard…”
Back seat par ab sirf unke bodies ki movements, moans, aur heavy breathing thi, rain ki noise ke saath compete karte hue. Pranali ki aankhein tight band thi, dono haath Munna ke back pe, usse aur deep pull karte hue.
Car ke ander ab romance nahi, sirf wild lust ka storm tha—unfiltered, unapologetic, aur pura crazy.



Car ke back seat par barsaat ka shor tha, lekin usse bhi zyada wild tha Munna aur Pranali ka passion. Munna ne ek hi hard thrust mein apna lund Pranali ki chut ke andar daal diya, pura deep. Pranali ka moan car ke ander goonj utha,
"Aahh… Munna…!"
Munna ab poori tarah control mein tha, uske haath Pranali ki kamar pakad ke usse apne aur kheench rahe the. Pranali pehle kuch dinon se confuse thi—Sharad, Munna, Soham… apni desires ko lekar, apne guilt ko lekar. Lekin ab, is pal mein, usne sab kuch side mein rakh diya. Ab koi confusion nahi thi—she finally accepted Munna, poori tarah.
Pranali ne apne haath Munna ki back pe ghusa diye, apne hips uthakar usse aur andar push kiya, voice mein sirf surrender tha,
"Munna, aur hard… mujhe poora chahiye… don’t stop!"
Munna ki aankhon mein ek jeet ki chamak thi. Usne Pranali ko dekhte hue ek twisted smile diya—ab usse pata tha, Pranali ab uski hai, without any doubt. Ab har thrust hard aur fast ho raha tha, car ki seat hil rahi thi, car ke glasses foggy ho gaye the, moans, thap-thap ki awaaz, aur barsaat ki beat—sab kuch mix ho gaya tha.
Pranali ki awaaz high ho gayi,
"Munna… yess… main tumhari hoon… harder… aur fast…!"
Uske moans wild ho gaye, har thrust ke saath body arch kar rahi thi, uska guilt, confusion sab ab pleasure ke storm mein kho gaya tha. Ab woh khud apne hips uthakar Munna ke lund ko aur andar le rahi thi, uski breathing wild ho gayi thi, lips Munna ke kandhe par, nails uski back par lag chuke the.
Munna ab almost animalistic pace pe Pranali ko fuck kar raha tha, dono ka control tut chuka tha. Har thrust ke saath Pranali ka moan aur loud ho raha tha,
"Aah… Munna… yes… mujhe tumse chahiye tha… sirf tumse…!"
Rain bahar apni full speed par thi, lekin car ke ander sirf lust, heat aur wild surrender tha. Munna aur Pranali, dono ab ek dusre ke liye poore tarah se lose ho chuke the—ab na koi barrier, na guilt, sirf raw need.
Back seat par, wild moans aur movements ke saath, Munna aur Pranali ne Mirzapur ki sabse intense story likh di thi.



Car ke back seat par ab sab kuch limit ke paar ho chuka tha. Munna ka pace almost brutal tha—each thrust deep, hard, aur desperate. Pranali ki body har thrust pe jhatak rahi thi, uski moans ab control ke bahar thi,
"Munna… harder… yes… mujhe aur chahiye… abhi… don’t stop…!"
Munna apne lund ko poori strength se andar-bahar kar raha tha, dono ka pasina ek dusre ke skin pe mil raha tha. Pranali ki chut ab completely stretched thi, uska andar sirf Munna ka lund mehsoos kar raha tha, har movement pe pura body shake kar raha tha.
Pranali ke nails Munna ki back pe lag chuke the, uski legs Munna ki kamar ke around tight ho gayi thi, uske hips uth uth kar Munna ko aur deep le rahi thi. Pranali ka mind blank ho chuka tha—ab sirf pleasure tha, pure wild ecstasy.
Munna ki breathing heavy thi, body tense hone lagi thi, uska pace aur tez ho gaya,
"Pranali… I’m… coming… can’t hold…"
Pranali ne bhi feel kiya apni body mein ek wave rise ho rahi hai, usne Munna ko aur andar pull kiya,
"Yes… Munna… cum inside me… mujhe sab chahiye…"
Agle few seconds mein, Munna ne ek final, hard thrust maara, apna lund poora deep uski chut ke andar daal diya, aur pura load release kar diya—warm, thick cum Pranali ke andar aa gaya. Pranali ki body bhi climax pe aa gayi, uska pura body arch ho gaya, loud moan nikal gayi,
"Aaahh… Munna… oh god…!"
Dono heavily breathing karte rahe, Munna abhi bhi andar, Pranali ka andar ab completely filled. Car ke ander ab sirf heartbeats, aur rain ki halki tapping thi.
Pranali ne aankhein band kar ke, Munna ko hold kiya—ab uski body relaxed thi, aur mind mein ek strange satisfaction. Munna uski neck pe lips rakhkar slow kisses de raha tha, dono ab ek dusre mein lose ho chuke the, guilt, fear sab dissolve ho gaya tha.
Aaj, is tufani raat mein, Munna aur Pranali dono ek dusre ko pura mil chuke the—without any barriers, without any shame.




Car ke back seat par abhi kuch minute pehle jaisa tufaan tha, ab uske baad ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi thi. Pranali ne apna pallu set kiya, blouse ko phir se hook kiya, hair ko thoda fix kiya—jaise sab kuch normal karne ki koshish kar rahi ho, lekin body abhi bhi tremble kar rahi thi. Munna bhi kuch seconds tak bas usko dekhta raha, phir silent smile ke saath front seat par jaa kar SUV start ki.
SUV hotel ke porch par ruki. Baahar ab bhi thandi hawa, aur halki baarish thi. Munna aur Pranali jaise hi hotel lobby mein enter hue, staff instantly alert ho gaya.
"Good evening, sir! Good evening, ma'am!"
Sabke chehron par Munna Tripathi ke influence ka ek alag hi respect tha. Reception par jaise hi Munna ka naam bola gaya, manager khud aage aa gaya.
"Sir, aapke liye two deluxe rooms ready hain. Yahan ki best floor par."
Dono ko separate keys di gayi. Pranali ne room number dekha, ek fake calm ke saath key li, aur slow steps se apne kamre ki taraf chal padhi.
Room ke andar jaate hi door band kiya, heels nikaali, aur bed par jaa kar baith gayi. Uske dil mein ek hi thought ghoom raha tha—"Ye maine kya kar diya? Ye sab kaise ho gaya? Main kaunsi kahani mein aa gayi hoon?"
Usne thoda deep breath li, aankhen band ki, apne aap ko samjhane ki koshish ki, lekin Munna ki touch, uski aaj ki wild energy, sab ab bhi skin pe mehsoos ho raha tha. She was lost, tired, and weirdly satisfied—absolutely not at peace, but not wanting to go back either.
Tabhi, suddenly, room ki door bell baji. Pranali ek second ke liye chok gayi.
Kaun ho sakta hai?
Dil ek pal ke liye aur tez dhadak gaya. She walked to the door, light jalaya, peephole se dekha—Munna khada tha, usual confident smile ke saath, haath pocket mein, baahar thandi hawa se uske baal thode messy.
Pranali ne door khola, ek second ke liye Munna ko dekha, uski aankhon mein same fire thi jo car mein thi. Door thoda zyada khula, toh thand ki wave kamre mein ghus gayi. Pranali ne ek gehri saans li, uski body mein ek electric current jaise phir se daud gaya.
Dono ki aankhein mili, kuch seconds tak koi kuch nahi bola. Pranali thoda sharmate hue, par andar se totally overwhelmed, bas itna boli—"Door band karlo, Munna."
Munna ne ek slow smile diya, bina kuch bole andar aaya, door close kiya, lock lagaya. Pranali ek second ke liye side ho gayi, Munna ne room ki lights halki kar di, pura atmosphere soft aur intimate ho gaya.
Pranali window ke paas jaake khadi ho gayi, rain ki sound background mein chal rahi thi, lekin room ke andar ab sirf un dono ki heavy saansen, unspoken desire, aur car mein adhoori chhodi hui intensity thi. Munna dheere dheere uske paas aaya, uski aankhon mein wahi wild charm tha, par voice low thi.
"Aaj raat teri hai, Pranali. Jo chahe, keh sakti hai. Jo chahe, kar sakti hai. Lekin main bhi control mein nahi hoon."
Pranali ne uski taraf dekha, ab uski aankhon mein guilt, confusion, sab dissolve ho chuka tha. Bas ek nayi craving thi, ek freedom jaisa feel, ki she can finally do what she wants—no more thinking, no more stopping.
Munna uske bilkul paas aaya, ek haath se uske balon ko ear ke peeche kiya, dusre haath se uski kamar pakad li.
Room ki lights, rain, aur unke beech ka space ab aur chhota ho gaya tha.
Ek pal mein, Pranali ne apne aap ko Munna ki taraf khinchte hue paaya—she didn’t want to fight it anymore.
"Aaj kuch mat socho, Munna," usne halki si whisper mein kaha, "bas apna bana lo…"
Aur us pal mein, jo baahar storm tha, ab room ke andar utar aaya—dono ek dusre ki arms mein, without guilt, just pure wild surrender.



Hotel room ki lights soft thi, rain ki halki sound background mein chal rahi thi. Pranali ab bed par thi—ab tak ki saari guilt, hesitation, ya confusion jaise uske saree ke pallu ke saath utar chuki thi. She was sitting upright, back against the pillow, her legs half-folded, saree thodi messy, neckline daringly loose. Hair open, lips slightly parted, eyes burning with an intensity Munna ne pehli baar dekhi thi.
Munna, abhi tak room ke dusre end pe khada, uski taraf dekh raha tha, par Pranali ki body language mein ab pura confidence aur invitation tha. She locked eyes with Munna, ek deep, seductive smile ke saath, aur ek finger se usko bed par bulaya,
“Aaj sirf mera ban jao, Munna… aaj main kuch nahi sochne waali.”
Munna ki aankhon mein ek dum se wild hunger aa gaya—usne aaj tak itni bold Pranali nahi dekhi thi. Without any hesitation, Munna ne apne shoes kick off kiye aur ek hungry tiger ki tarah bed ki taraf aaya. Pranali ab usse sirf few inches door thi, uski aankhon mein teasing, uske lips pe ek wild smirk.
Pranali ne apna pallu aur dheere se slide kiya, exposing her bare shoulders and upper chest. Usne apne haath Munna ke taraf extend kiye,
“Come here… ab tumhara intezaar nahi hota…”
Munna ne ek animalistic smile ke saath bed pe jump kiya, Pranali ko sidha apni baahon mein le liya. Pranali ne khud Munna ke collar pakad liya, usse apni taraf pull kar liya, lips uske lips pe—par ab koi resistance nahi, koi shyness nahi—sirf pure, raw passion.
Munna ab poori tarah uske upar tha, lekin iss baar Pranali bhi equally wild thi. She was kissing him back hard, her hands running across his chest, body writhing beneath his touch. Saree, petticoat, sab bechaini se uthte ja rahe the, Pranali apni kamar Munna ki taraf thrust kar rahi thi, uski aankhon mein sirf ek hi message—“Tonight, you’re all mine.”
Munna ab control kho chuka tha, lekin Pranali bhi usse kam nahi thi. She guided his hands, her breath hot against his ear,
“Mujhe pura chahiye Munna… aaj main khud tumhe khatam karungi…”
Bed ke upar ab dono ka game equal tha—wild kisses, hungry touches, and Pranali ki moans ab pura room bhar rahi thi. She had let go of everything—society, guilt, even her old self. Is raat Pranali sirf apne liye thi—aur Munna ka jungli, unstoppable love poora us par chhaya tha.
Aur aaj, Munna ne bhi apni real Queen pa li thi—jo sirf chahti hai, sochti nahi.

[Joker44]

Room ki atmosphere ab sirf heat aur tension se bhari thi. Pranali bed par thi, eyes half-lidded, saree thodi aur slip ho chuki thi, body full heat mein. Munna ne apni hunger ko aur intense karte hue, side table se ek whisky ki bottle uthayi, cap khola aur seedha lips par lagakar ek long sip li. Thodi whisky uski lips ke kinare se beh gayi, lekin Munna ko fark nahi tha—uski aankhon mein ab sirf wild possessiveness thi.

Pranali ne usse tease karte hue dekha, aur Munna ne uski jawline pakad li, face apni taraf ghuma diya. Pranali ki aankhon mein daring thi, lekin Munna ke grip mein full surrender. She opened her lips, tongue thoda dikhate hue, jaise vo Munna ko aur provoke kar rahi ho.
Munna ne bottle ko thoda tilt kiya, apni finger se Pranali ke lips ko trace kiya, phir ek second mein apni fingers Pranali ke lips ke beech ghusa di. Pranali ne instantly uske fingers ko softly bite kiya, aankhon mein naughty smile. Munna ne whiskey ka ek aur sip liya, aur is baar apne lips Pranali ke lips ke bilkul pass laya.
Usne dheere se bottle tilt ki, aur whisky ka thoda stream Pranali ke mouth mein daal diya—chilly, sharp, burning. Pranali ne seedha uss whisky ko apni zubaan pe feel kiya, eyes close kiye, aur pura sip andar le liya.
Phir, apne lips se Munna ke lips ko softly brush karte hue, usne whisky ko taste kiya, boldness ke saath uske mouth ko lock kar liya—ab dono ki saansen, whisky ki khushboo, aur room ki heat mix ho gayi thi.
Munna ne grin kiya, whisper kiya,
"Aaj raat ka flavor sirf tumhara hai, Pranali..."
Pranali ne thoda whisky drop uske chin se lick ki, aur husky voice mein bola,
"Aur tumhara nasha mujhe aur bhi chahiye, Munna..."
Bed pe ab ek new game shuru ho chuka tha—lust, whisky, and wild surrender. Munna ab pura control mein, aur Pranali, us raat, full crazy for him.

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Room mein ab sirf desire, whisky ki burning smell aur heavy breaths ka mix ho chuka tha. Munna ne bottle fir uthayi, is baar ek aur bada sip liya, aur thoda sa whisky Pranali ke parted lips mein phir se daal diya. Pranali ne sab kuch pi liya, thoda cough kiya, par eyes closed rakhte hue pura burn feel kiya—uske body pe effect turant dikhne laga.

Munna ne suddenly apne lips uske lips pe rakhe, whisky ki burning aur taste dono share karte hue, usne Pranali ke mouth se direct whisky sip kar li. Pranali ab thodi dizzy thi, cheeks red, aankhon mein aur wildness aa gayi thi. Whisky ka nasha, Munna ki touch—ab sab kuch bold ho chuka tha.
Pranali ne mischievous smile ke saath bottle uthayi, thoda sa whisky apne cleavage pe slowly pour kiya, liquid uske skin par roll hota hua blouse ke andar gaya. Munna ki aankhen aur wide ho gayi, uski tongue apne aap hi lips pe aa gayi.
"Bohot tease kar rahi ho, Pranali..." Munna ne husky voice mein bola.
Pranali thoda pallu side karte hue, apna cleavage expose kar diya,
"Toh kya karoge Munna? Dare to taste?"
Munna ne control lose kiya, turant Pranali ke upar lean hua aur apni tongue se uski cleavage par whisky lick karna shuru kar diya—first slow, then wild, uske blouse ke andar tak. Whisky ka coolness aur Munna ki hot breath—Pranali ki body electric ho gayi, moans aur bold ho gayi,
"Mmm… Munna… deeper… sab le lo..."
Munna ab pura beast mode mein tha, uske tongue, lips, aur hands sab Pranali ki skin pe dance kar rahe the—every drop of whisky usne apni tongue se le liya, aur Pranali ab aur bhi wild ho gayi, apne haath se Munna ke head ko aur close press karte hue.
Room ki lights dim thi, bed ka sheet messy, aur Pranali—ab complete surrender mein, sirf apni wildness aur Munna ke hunger ko feel karte hue.
Iss raat, whisky, rain, aur lust ka combo unbeatable tha—aur Pranali aur Munna dono apni limits cross kar chuke the.







Munna ab puri tarah control mein tha, uske aankhon mein sirf hunger aur possessiveness thi. Usne ek hi strong pull mein Pranali ki saree khol di, saree bed ke kinaare gir gayi. Pranali ka blouse Munna ke rough hands se literally fat gaya, ek side par land ho gaya, aur usne bina rukhe Pranali ka bra bhi khol ke fenk diya—ab uska upper body sirf half saree se covered thi, lekin boobs full open, skin par whisky ki drops shine kar rahi thi.

Pranali ab bold thi, aankhon mein ab koi sharam nahi—bas ek wild, teasing smile thi, jaise vo Munna ko invite kar rahi ho, “Le, ab sab tera hai!”
Munna ne fir se whisky ki bottle uthayi, aur seedha Pranali ke bare boobs par whisky pour kar di—cold liquid skin par run karta hua, nipples pe collect ho gaya, aur Pranali ke moans ab aur bold ho gayi,
“Oh Munna… it’s burning… aur kar…”
Munna ek second bhi waste kiye bina apne lips Pranali ke breasts pe le aaya, tongue se whisky ke drops lick karta hua, uske nipples ko suck aur bite karta raha. Kabhi soft, kabhi wild, uska mouth pura breast area explore kar raha tha, whisky ka burn aur uski tongue ka heat—dono ka combo Pranali ko aur crazy kar raha tha.
Pranali ke hands Munna ke baalon mein, uska body arch ho raha tha,
“Munna… aur suck karo… sab le lo…!”
Munna har inch pe whisky ko mouth se clean kar raha tha, aur jab bhi uska tongue Pranali ke hard nipple pe hota, vo pure room mein moan karti,
“Aahhh… Munna… yeh feeling… can’t control…”
Bed sheet pe whisky ka stain, Pranali ki skin pe Munna ke hothon ka nishaan, aur dono ki saansen—ab kuch bhi rukne wala nahi tha. Munna ab poori tarah animalistic, aur Pranali—no more hesitation, no more guilt, bas ek pure, wild surrender.
Iss raat, whisky aur lust ka storm ab peak pe tha—aur Pranali ab sirf Munna ki thi, bold, wild, aur unapologetic.


Room ki lights ab aur dim thi, rain ki boondein window pe slow dance kar rahi thi, lekin andar ka tempo ab pura wild ho chuka tha. Pranali bed par, saree already half off, blouse and bra side mein, breathing heavy, eyes locked on Munna—full surrender, no turning back.

Munna ab dheere dheere neeche jaa raha tha, haath se Pranali ke waist ko hold kiya, aur fir uske petticoat ko thoda force se slide kiya. Panty abhi bhi body par thi, lekin Munna ki aankhon mein ek naughty, hungry smile thi.
Pranali ne legs aur wide kar di, almost like she was begging for more. Munna ne slow tease karte hue uske panty ko thumb aur fingers se pakda, ek smooth motion mein utar diya, aur hawa mein spin karke bed ke edge pe gira diya. Ab Pranali poori tarah bare thi, uski chut clean-shaven, soft skin, little shine from the rain-light.
Munna thoda ruk kar uski body ko admire karne laga, eyes hungry, breath heavy. Pranali ki aankhon mein sharam nahi thi, bas wild anticipation. Munna ne uski chut ke bilkul paas aakar soft, teasing kisses dene shuru kiye—first on the inner thighs, then right at the edge. Pranali ka moan ek dum raw nikla,
"Munna… please… don’t tease, mujhe chahiye… abhi…”
Munna ne uski request pe ek wicked smile diya, par slow game chalu rakha. Usne Pranali ki chut pe apna face softly press kiya, uski smell ko deep inhale kiya, fir tongue se chota, gentle lick diya. Pranali ki body ek instant jerk se react ki, uske haath Munna ke head mein chali gayi, usse aur close press kar diya.
Ab Munna apni tongue se uski chut ko explore kar raha tha—slow licks from bottom to top, phir thoda pressure, phir tip se uski clit ko tease karte hue circles banane laga. Pranali ki moans ab uncontrollable thi,
"Aahhh… Munna… yes… don’t stop… please… it’s so good…!”
Munna har second mein apna tempo change karta, kabhi fast flicks, kabhi slow sucks, uske lips se soft bites, tongue se wet trails—Pranali ab pura lose ho gayi thi. Her hips were grinding against his face, legs shaking, head back, hair spread across the pillow, eyes shut tight.
"Munna… I can’t… main pagal ho jaaungi… aur karo… aur deep…”
Her hands Munna ke baalon ko almost painful grip se hold kar rahe the, body arch ho rahi thi, saansein wild ho gayi thi.
Munna, tasting every drop, har moan ko aur intense karne ki koshish mein, ab full focus Pranali ki clit par, tongue and lips, alternating, sab kuch wet, hot, aur wild. Room mein sirf unke moans, rain, aur sheets ki rustle thi.
Pranali ab edge par thi, poori body mein tremor, uska voice broken,
"Munnnaaa… mujhe… abhi… main aa rahi hoon…!”
Munna ki tongue ne uska orgasm peak par la diya, aur Pranali ek loud, desperate moan ke saath cum kar gayi—full body shaking, thighs Munna ke head ko tight grip mein lete hue, breaths scattered.
Munna ne sab kuch slowly lick kiya, aur jab Pranali finally collapse hui, Munna uske upar aake lips pe ek slow, deep kiss diya—victory aur madness dono uski smile mein tha.
Iss raat, Pranali ne sab kuch Munna ke hawale kar diya—no more rules, no more barriers, sirf wild surrender.



Pranali ab exhausted thi, body abhi bhi tremble kar rahi thi orgasm ke aftershock se. Usne dheere se apni lips ko lick kiya, abhi bhi Munna ka taste apne mouth mein mehsoos kar rahi thi. Munna upar aaya, aur bina rukhe uske lips pe ek deep, passionate kiss diya—unke beech ki wild chemistry ab bhi full charge pe thi.

Pranali ko Munna ke lips pe apni khud ki wetness ka taste mila—ekdum intoxicating. Uska mind thoda dizzy tha, shayad whisky ka nasha, shayad pleasure ka. She just wanted more, aur kuch sochne ka mood nahi tha.
Munna ne uski aankhon mein dekha, ek strong pull se usse apni taraf bulaya. Pranali, ab poori tarah nangi, apne elbows aur knees pe aayi, doggy style mein, head bed pe, hair messy, back arched, ass perfectly up. Yeh position Pranali ke liye pura wild surrender tha—no shyness, just pure heat.
Munna ne apne pants ki zip kholi, pants thoda neeche kiye. Pranali ne thoda playful smile diya, aur dono haath se Munna ke lund ko nikal liya—already semi-hard, thick aur throbbing. She started slowly stroking him, palms and fingers ke saath tease karte hue, uski tips ko thoda lick bhi kiya, tongue se swirl kiya, breath hot and slow.
Munna ka lund dheere-dheere aur hard hone laga, pura thick and long. Pranali ke mind mein instantly comparison aa gaya—Soham se toh yeh zyada bada hai, aur intense bhi… last time car mein toh poora maza aaya tha, ab bed pe yeh experience aur wild hoga!
She giggled softly,
“Mujhe lagta hai Munna, aaj raat toh meri band bajne wali hai…”
voice mein challenge tha, but face pe excitement.
Munna ne uski kamar tight grip mein le li, lund uski bare ass pe rub kiya,
“Ab doggy mein real maza ayega, Pranali. Tayyar ho ja, aaj tu sirf meri hai!”
Pranali ne apni back aur arch ki, chut thodi aur open kar di, ready to be filled, voice husky,
“Do it, Munna… mujhe sab chahiye… abhi!”
Room mein ab sirf anticipation, wetness, and wildness thi—ab car ki wildness bedroom ki privacy aur madness mein badal chuki thi.


Munna ne Pranali ki kamar ko hold karke thoda pull kiya, uski aankhon mein naughty smile aayi,

"Aise nahi meri jaan... pehle mujhe woh chahiye jo car mein mila tha, lekin iss bed pe, aur wild."
Pranali ne bhi mischievous smile ke saath Munna ke lund ko pakda, usse apne lips ke pass le aayi, eyes upar uthakar Munna ki aankhon mein dekhti rahi. Uske andar ab koi sharam nahi thi, sirf wild craving thi. She started licking Munna’s tip, slow and teasing, tongue se poora head circle kiya, thoda precum taste kiya—
“Mmm… Munna… you taste so good…”
Fir, bina rukhe, usne Munna ke lund ko poora lips ke beech mein liya, ek smooth, slow motion mein, thoda deep inside. Munna ka moan nikal gaya,
"Fuck… Pranali… deeper, aur suck karo..."
Pranali ab pure blowjob mode mein thi—slow sucking, phir fast, kabhi deep throat, kabhi tongue se tip flick karna, kabhi dono haath se shaft ko stroke karna. Munna apne haath Pranali ke baalon mein ghusa chuka tha, uske face ko gently control karte hue, usse aur deep push kar raha tha.
Har thrust pe, Pranali ka throat uske lund ko welcome kar raha tha. Uske moans muffled the, lekin intensity aur wild ho gayi thi,
"Mmm… Munna… yeh feeling… can’t get enough…"
She sucked harder, tongue se base ko tease karti, lips tight, head bobbing faster and deeper. Munna ki breathing heavy ho gayi thi, uska lund poora hard, thick, aur Pranali ke mouth mein deep in and out ho raha tha.
Munna ne thoda aur control loose kiya, apni hips se slow thrusts shuru kiye, Pranali ke lips uske shaft pe slide karte hue. Pranali ne aur speed badha di, dono haath se shaft ko stroke karte hue,
“Aur chahiye Munna? Batao, tumhara pura lund le lu aaj…”
Munna ne thoda groan kiya,
“Le sab, meri rani… aaj tujhe pura taste milega…”
Bed pe ab wild blowjob, moans, and raw hunger—Pranali poori tarah Munna ke control mein, but loving every second. Abhi toh game start hua hai!


Room ki lights ab sirf background blur thi, bedsheet messy, whisky ka nasha abhi bhi hawa mein, aur Pranali poori tarah Munna ke control mein thi. Uska body abhi bhi heat mein, moans abhi bhi lips par, mind mein ab kuch bhi rok nahi tha—sirf desire, sirf need.

Munna ne Pranali ko doggy style position mein set kiya—bed par knees and elbows, back fully arched, ass up, hair messy, body shining with sweat and whisky. Pranali heavily wet thi, uski chut ka wetness thighs tak flow kar raha tha, body trembling in anticipation.
Pranali ne apni ek finger se apni chut ko stretch kiya, moaning softly,
“Munna, dekh kitni wet hoon… sirf tumhare liye…”
voice mein challenge aur invitation dono tha.
Munna ne apni lund ko Pranali ki slit pe rub kiya, thoda teasing, thoda pressure—her juices coating his shaft. Pranali ab wild ho chuki thi, hips piche push karte hue boli,
“Kya kar rahe ho Munna? Jaldi daal do… mujhe chahiye… abhi…”
Munna ne apne haath se uski kamar tight grip mein li, ek hi motion mein poora lund Pranali ki chut ke andar hard push kiya. Pranali ka scream pure room mein goonj gaya,
“Aahhh… Munna… so deep… fuck…!”
Munna ab slow thrusts se start kiya, har thrust deep, poora lund andar-bahar, Pranali ka andar stretch ho raha tha, sensation ab intense ho chuka tha.
"Kitni tight ho aaj, Pranali… mujhe pagal kar rahi ho..."
usne growl kiya, apni pace badhate hue.
Pranali ke lips se sirf wild moans, whimpers nikal rahe the, body uncontrollably move kar rahi thi,
“Harder, Munna… aur deep… mujhe aur chahiye… main sirf tumhari hoon…!”
Munna ne apne hands uske ass pe rakhe, grip aur strong ki, fast thrusts shuru kiye—bed shake kar raha tha, room mein sirf thap-thap ki awaaz, sheets crumple, and their dirty talk.
"Bol Pranali, kiski hai tu?"
Munna ne strong thrust ke saath demand kiya.
Pranali ne scream ki,
“Teri hoon, Munna! Sirf teri! Aur lo… break kar do mujhe…!”
Munna ab pura animalistic pace pe tha, lund uski chut mein poora slam karta, Pranali ki pussy ab full stretch, wetness everywhere, moans aur bhi loud,
“Yes… yahi chahiye… yahi feeling… Munna, main sirf tumhare liye bani hoon…!”
Har thrust ke saath dirty talk,
“Aaj tu sirf meri slut hai, Pranali… teri chut sirf mera lund feel karegi…”
Pranali panting,
“Aur lo, Munna… mujhe apni bana lo… khatam kar do mujhe… mujhe sirf tumhara lund chahiye…!”
Munna ne pace aur badha diya, Pranali ka head bed pe press kar diya, uska ass tight grip mein,
“Scream for me, Pranali… main tujhe kabhi chodunga nahi…”
Pranali full moaning,
“Yes… yes… Munna… don’t stop… cum inside me… mujhe sab kuch chahiye…!”
Room mein ab sirf unki wild bodies, dirty words, aur bed ki rhythm thi. Pranali ab edge par thi, pure body shudder kar rahi thi, Munna ka lund poora deep inside, dono ab final climax ke pass.
Aur iss raat, room ki deewarein bhi unke wild love ka nasha mehsoos kar rahi thi—koi rok nahi, sirf raw need, dirty talk, aur pure, unapologetic pleasure.


Bed ke upar doggy style mein fuck karte karte, Munna ne ek dum se Pranali ko apni strong baahon mein uthaya—her legs wrapping around his waist, back pressed against his chest. Ab Munna khud khada tha, Pranali ko hawa mein lift kiya hua, uska lund ab bhi chut ke andar deep. Pranali ka head Munna ke kandhe par, messy hair, face flush, lips parted in moans.

Munna ne poora balance bana kar, Pranali ko hawa mein uthakar hard thrusts shuru kiye,
“Aaj dekh, kitni positions pe karte hain… main tujhe pura tod dunga…”
Pranali ne apne haath Munna ke shoulders par tight kar liye, hips se actively thrust karti, uski eyes pure madness mein,
“Yes, Munna! Aur hard… mujhe pura de do… main ready hoon, sab positions chahiye!”
Munna ne room mein ghuma diya, ab kabhi bed ke edge par, kabhi wall ke against, Pranali ko uthakar chodne laga—each thrust wild, loud, aur intense.
“Aaj 2-3-4 nahi… 100 positions try karenge! Tujhe aaj raat yaad rahegi, Pranali!”
Pranali hansi, lekin next moan usse wild kar gaya,
“Karo, Munna! Main fully tumhari hoon… jitna todna hai, todo… mujhe poora enjoy karna hai!”
Kabhi Munna usse wall ke against uthakar, Pranali ki back ko thoda bend karte, lund deep dalte, Pranali full support mein, legs Munna ki kamar ke around, moaning,
“Munna, yeh feeling… please don’t stop… aur hard… aur deep!”
Phir Munna ne firse bed pe gira diya, Pranali ko top pe aane diya—ab Pranali Munna ke upar, uske lund pe bounce karte hue, boobs free, hair wild, moaning like crazy,
“Aah… Munna… main pagal ho rahi hoon… keep going…!”
Munna ne uske hips pakad ke, thoda wild thrusts deke firse change kiya—ab dono standing doggy style, wall ke against. Har thap thap ki sound, room mein echo, Pranali apna back pura arch kar ke, pure madness mein,
“Aaj raat sab kuch tod do Munna… I love it… break me…!”
Munna ne ab poora room ko apna playground bana diya,
“Tu support karte reh, main aaj tujhe tod dunga!”
Aur Pranali, every thrust, every new position mein, sirf aur loud, aur wild,
“Yesss… Munna… main tumhari hoon… don’t stop… keep fucking me…!”
Room ki diwar, bed, floor, har jagah unke wild bodies, moans, aur sweat ki energy thi—no breaks, no rules, just pure animal passion.
Aaj ki raat, Munna aur Pranali ne har limit cross kar di—aur dono ek dusre ko fully support, fully wild, aur fully crazy karte rahe… until exhaustion, and ultimate surrender.

Munna ne Pranali ko har position mein todne ke baad, finally usse wapas bed par daal diya. Dono abhi tak heavily pant kar rahe the, bodies pure sweat se chipak rahi thi, bedsheet poori messy ho chuki thi. Pranali ab poori tarah Munna ke control mein, legs wide open, back arched, face mein pura surrender aur aankhon mein sirf wild pleasure.

Munna ne ek haath se uski kamar tight pakdi, dusre haath se uski thighs ko spread kiya, aur apna lund poori taqat se Pranali ki chut ke andar daal diya. Final thrusts ab brutal the—every movement full deep, fast, aur desperate. Room mein sirf unki moans, thap-thap ki sound, aur bed ki squeak goonj rahi thi.
Pranali ka moan ab pura scream ban gaya,
“Munnnaa… yes… break me… mujhe sab chahiye… main sirf tumhari hoon!”
Munna ki breathing heavy ho gayi, body pura tense, aur ek final, wild thrust ke saath usne apna pura load Pranali ki chut ke andar discharge kar diya—warm, thick, filling her completely. Pranali ki body bhi usi pal mein climax pe pahunch gayi, uska pura body shake hua, nails Munna ki back mein lag gaye, aankhen tight band, moans room mein echo kar gaye.
Dono kuch seconds tak waisa hi, still, ek dusre mein locked, heavily breathing, bodies shaking. Munna abhi bhi andar, Pranali ki chut ab completely filled, dono ab ultimate surrender mein, mind blank, sirf satisfaction aur exhaustion.
Munna ne dheere se apne lips Pranali ke lips pe rakhe, soft kiss diya,
“Aaj raat sirf teri thi, Pranali…”
Aur Pranali, ab full relaxed, nangi, messy sheets pe, sirf itna bol payi,
“Mujhe kabhi kisi cheez ki kami mehsoos nahi hui aaj…”
Room mein ab sirf rain ki soft sound, unke heartbeats, aur complete, wild satisfaction ka sukoon tha.

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Subah ki halki roshni hotel room ke sheer curtains se andar aa rahi thi. Bedsheet ab bhi puri messy thi, floor pe saree, blouse, aur whisky ki khali bottle padhi thi. Pranali nangi, Munna ke saath bed par, uske bare chest par apna haath rakh kar so rahi thi.
Aankh khulte hi Pranali ne Munna ko dekha—woh ab bhi gehri neend mein tha, ekdum peaceful lag raha tha. Pranali ki aankhon mein pehle ek halki si muskurahat aayi, uske lips par ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha. Lekin usi pal, aankhon mein chhupi hui chubhan bhi ubhar aayi—last night ka har scene yaad aa gaya, woh junoon, woh surrender, aur sabse zyada yeh realization ke is baar usne yeh sab apni marzi se kiya.
Uske andar ek kasak thi. Usne Munna ko choose kiya, resistance nahi ki, balki poore hosh mein apne aap ko uske hawale kar diya. Dil mein thoda guilt, thoda dard—kuch toot gaya tha, kuch ban bhi gaya tha.
Pranali ne Munna ke baal mein fingers ghumaayi, uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, par smile bhi chhup nahi paayi. Yeh pain alag tha—nafrat ka nahi, regret ka bhi nahi… bas ek sachai thi, ki ab woh pehle wali Pranali nahi rahi.
Woh dheere se uth gayi, Munna abhi bhi so raha tha. Pranali ne bedsheet lapet kar washroom ki taraf chali gayi, aankhon mein aansu, lips pe ek soft, sad smile. She whispered to herself,
"Yeh maine khud chuna tha… ab mujhe hi jeena hai is sach ke saath."
Paani ki boondein shower se girne lagi, aur Pranali ne apni aankhon ko dhone diya—taaki nayi subah, nayi Pranali, apne aap ko phir se pehchaan sake.

Subah ki roshni ab aur tez ho gayi thi, lekin Pranali ki aankhon mein neend bilkul nahi thi. Munna ab bhi beside so raha tha, par Pranali ki raat to jaise soyi hi nahi—uske dil aur dimag mein ek hi sawal ghoom raha tha:

“Yeh sab maine kyu kiya? Kaise kar payi?”
Shubha ki baatein baar-baar yaad aa rahi thi—“Kabhi kabhi zindagi ke liye compromise karna padta hai, Pranali. Agar Munna se bach nahi sakti, toh shayad usko thakne de. Ho sakta hai ek din vo khud hi move on kar jaye…”
Pranali ne pillow pe apna face dabaya, aankhon se aansu chhupane ki koshish ki, par tears silently slip ho gaye. She wasn’t just mourning her lost innocence—she was mourning the life she had before all this.
“Main apne pati ko cheat kar rahi hoon, apne parivaar ko dhoka de rahi hoon, lekin… kya choice hai mere paas? Munna bas physical nahi hai, uski power, uska obsession… agar maine mana kiya, toh vo meri family ko kuch bhi kar sakta hai. Shayad, yahi sahi hai—apne aap ko de do, shayad ek din vo thak jaaye… aur mujhe aazad kar de. Yehi meri aakhri ummeed hai.”
She quietly sobbed, body curled up, mind empty and soul heavy. Guilt, helplessness, and sacrifice—sab ek hi pal mein mehsoos ho raha tha.
“Soham… tum nahi samjhoge… par jo main kar rahi hoon, vo tum sab ki suraksha ke liye hai. Ek din, jab yeh sab khatam ho jayega, shayad main apne aap ko maaf kar paungi.”
Pranali wiped her eyes, slow deep breath li, and sat up, knowing she had no easy escape.
She looked at Munna, still sleeping, powerful and at peace—woh hi insaan jo uski zindagi ka sabse bada saaya ban chuka tha.
With a soft, broken whisper, she said,
“Maine apne aap ko de diya, Munna… ab jo bhi hoga, main seh lungi. Bas mera parivaar bacha rehna chahiye…”
Aur iss compromise, iss dard, aur iss chhup ke sacrifice ke saath, Pranali ne apne aap ko ready kiya—ek aur din, ek aur nayi wajah, jhoothi muskuraahat ke saath jeene ke liye.


Pranali bathroom se nikal kar bed ke edge par jaa baithi, abhi bhi aankhon mein aansu, lekin face pe thoda sa control wapas aa gaya tha. Room ki silence ko phone ki notification ne toda—screen pe Sharad Shukla ka naam flash hua.

Uski aankhon mein halki si chamak aayi—Shayad Sharad sach mein madad kar sake, shayad yeh ek naya raasta ho... Par is baar, Pranali apne dil ko sambhalna chahti thi.
Sharad ka message aaya:
"Good morning, Mirzapur ki queen. Aaj tum kaafi silent ho... sab theek hai na? Kuch chahiye toh bas ek message kar dena, aaj sirf tumhari service mein hoon."
Saath mein ek wink emoji.
Pranali ki lips pe ek soft, almost involuntary smile aa gayi. Sharad ka andaaz hamesha light aur comforting hota tha—usmein Munna wali intensity nahi thi, par ek mature, teasing warmth thi.
Usne reply kiya:
"Sab theek hai, bas thoda tired hoon. Kaafi stressful days chal rahe hain. Tumhara message mila toh laga ki Mirzapur mein ab bhi kuch positive hai."
Sharad:
"Tension mat lo, Pranali. Tum jitna strong main kisi ko nahi jaanta. Waise, agar chaho toh coffee treat pending hai—ek smile bhi mil jaaye toh din ban jaaye."
Pranali ne thoda blush kiya, fir bhi apne aap ko remind kiya—Yeh rasta bhi risky hai. Sharad pe bharosa toh hai, par apni galti dobara nahi dohra sakti. Ab koi bhi kadam soch samajh ke hi lena hai.
Usne thoda flirt karte hue reply kiya, lekin boundary clear rakhte hue:
"Smile ka promise abhi ke liye, baaki coffee treat dekh lenge. Aur haan, aaj sirf dosti, no drama."
Sharad instantly:
"Deal! Aur drama sirf tab, jab tum bologi. Bas khush raho, baaki sab main sambhal lunga."
Pranali ne phone side pe rakha, mood thoda halka ho gaya tha. Andar se socha,
“Shayad Sharad sach mein kuch help kar sake, par ab main kisi pe apni zindagi nahi chhod sakti. Sab kuch dosti tak hi rakhungi, aur aage ka soch samajh kar hi kadam uthana hai.”
Aaj pehli baar, Pranali ne thoda relief feel kiya—zindagi abhi bhi mushkil hai, par ab vo thoda sambhal ke, thoda seekh ke aage badhna chahti thi.

Munna ki neend khuli toh sabse pehle uski nazar Pranali par padi, jo bed ke edge par baithi thi, ab bhi thodi lost, lekin aankhon mein ek nayi sharm thi. Munna ne halki smile ke saath uske peechhe se haath badhakar uski kamar pakad li, aur uske shoulder par soft kiss kar diya.

Pranali ne thoda resist kiya, lekin phir apne aap ko Munna ki baahon mein dheere se de diya—yeh pal ab naya lag raha tha, jaise raat ki kasak ke baad subah ka sukoon.
Munna ne uske lips pe slow kiss diya, aur whisper kiya,
“Good morning, beautiful…”
Pranali thoda blush hui, aankhon mein sharm ke saath bole,
“Mere paas kapde nahi hain… kya karun?”
Munna ek dum hans pada, uska trademark confident laugh,
“Kya baat hai, Pranali… ab kapde bhi main dilaunga! Ruko, abhi manage karte hain.”
Usne turant apne staff ko phone lagaya, kuch instructions diye, aur sirf 15 minute baad room ki door bell baji. Ek staff ne ek beautiful, nayi saree ka box laakar diya—white, silky, ekdam soft texture, aur uske saath sleeveless blouse bhi tha.
Pranali ne box open kiya, saree ki softness feel ki, aankhon mein khushi aur thoda surprise tha. Munna ne tease karte hue bola,
“Bas, Mirzapur ki rani ko uski shaan ke hisaab se hi kapde milne chahiye. Aaj tumhare liye yeh white saree, full nayi beginning…”
Pranali ne aankhon mein sharm ke saath, ek genuine smile diya. Usne saree aur blouse le kar washroom ki taraf gayi, aur thodi der baad jab nikli toh… white silk mein, open hair, bare shoulders, aur nayi energy ke saath ek dum queen jaisi lag rahi thi.
Munna ne usse admire karte hue bola,
“Aaj toh sach mein poori ki poori meri lag rahi ho, Pranali…”
Pranali thoda sharmayi, lekin andar se pehli baar, ek soft sa confidence mehsoos hua. Shayad aaj se zindagi ek nayi kahani shuru karne jaa rahi thi—aur Munna ke saath, chahe majboori ho ya apni marzi, ab Pranali bhi khud ko nayi aankhon se dekh rahi thi.


White silky saree mein Pranali poori fresh, poised, aur graceful lag rahi thi, Munna ke saath breakfast table par aayi. Dono ke beech ab ek ajeeb sa understanding tha—pichli raat ka junoon, subah ki nayi shuruaat, aur ab ek team jaisa vibe. Staff ne dono ka khaas dhyaan rakha; Munna ka presence ab sabko feel ho raha tha.

Breakfast ke baad Munna aur Pranali office ka kaam niptaane gaye—accounts check, signatures, kuch official meetings. Pranali har jagah Munna ke saath confident, calm, aur thodi si silent thi, par uski aankhon mein ab guilt ki jagah acceptance aur ek alag sa glow tha.
Kaam khatam hote hi Munna ne SUV bulwayi,
“Chalo, Mirzapur waapas chalte hain, Pranali. Ghar ki yaad aa gayi hogi…”
Pranali ne ek choti si smile di,
“Haan, ab toh sab kuch naya lag raha hai.”
SUV mein dono side by side baithe, road Mirzapur ki taraf badh rahi thi. White saree ka pallu Pranali ki lap par, Munna ki aankhen kabhi uspar, kabhi road par. Dono ne zyada baat nahi ki, lekin silence mein bhi comfort tha.
Mirzapur ke borders dikhte hi, Pranali ke dil mein thoda sukoon bhi tha, aur ek nayi uljhan bhi—kaise face karegi ghar ko, Soham ko, ya Sharad ko… par ab woh kamzor nahi mehsoos kar rahi thi. Ab uski zindagi ki kahani uske haath mein lag rahi thi—chahe rasta chaata ho ya thoda dard bhara.
SUV Mirzapur ki galiyon mein ghus gayi—ek nayi subah, ek nayi Pranali, aur ek anjaani kahani ki shuruaat.

Mirzapur ki chhappar waali galiyon mein, SUV dheere dheere roll kar rahi thi. Aas-paas koi nahi tha—sirf shaam ki thandi hawa aur kuch kachra udta hua, poora mahal khamosh tha. Munna ne car ek sunssaan kona mein roki, ekdum sudden brake ke saath.

Pranali ne curious glance diya, par Munna ka mood instantly badal gaya. Woh seedha uski taraf mud gaya, uska haath pakad kar khud ki taraf khinch liya.
Munna ki aankhon mein ek wild possessiveness thi—bin kuch bole, usne Pranali ko zor se kiss kiya, lips pe ek long, hungry smooch. Pranali ek second ke liye resist karne lagi, phir Munna ki urgency mein kho gayi.
Kiss ke beech mein, Munna ne uske saree ka pallu side kiya, uski blouse ki neckline thodi aur slide ki, aur bina kisi hesitation ke uske ek boob ko mouth mein le liya—soft sucking, fir ek sudden wild bite. Pranali ki heartbeat tez ho gayi, lips se ek halki si gasp nikli, eyes closed ho gayi.
Munna thoda door hote hue, aankhon mein intense smile ke saath bola,
“Samjhi, Pranali? You’re mine now—poori tarah.”
Pranali ne aankhen neeche karte hue nervous nod diya, andar se thrill aur dar dono mehsoos hua. Munna ek dum se hans pada—woh hi badmaash Mirzapur king wali hansi,
“Good. Aur ab ghar ja, fresh ho ja—agli baar aur bhi maza aayega.”
Car ko ghar ke gate ke samne roka, Pranali ko quietly drop kiya. Woh ab bhi thodi breathless thi, lips swollen, aankhon mein mix of excitement and anxiety.
Munna ne ek sharp look diya,
“Bye, rani. Jaldi milenge.”
Phir SUV tez speed se gali ke mode par disappear ho gayi, aur Pranali ek pal ke liye wahi khadi, poore scene ko feel karti rahi—yeh naya rishta, yeh nayi Mirzapur.
She gathered her saree, composed herself, and quietly stepped inside her home—andar ek nayi kahani ke liye ready, chahe jo bhi ho.


Pranali ne ghar ka darwaza dhyan se khola, saree theek ki, aur face par ek calm, professional smile laayi. Andar jaise hi gayi, Soham, saas-sasur, aur beta living room mein hi mil gaye.

Soham ne pucha,
“Toh, kaam kaisa raha? Sab thik tha?”
Pranali ne aankhon mein thoda nervousness chhupate hue bola,
“Sab theek raha. Office ka kaam smoothly ho gaya. Munna ne bahut support kiya… aur kaam ke liye thank you ke taur pe yeh gifts bheje hain.”
Usne ek bag table par rakh diya—andar imported sweets, dry fruits, aur ek silk dupatta tha. Sab ghar wale khush ho gaye, gift dekh ke unke chehre par ek alag si respect aa gayi.
Saas ne bola,
“Beta, Munna ji ka shukriya bolna. Bahut samajhdaar ladki hai tu!”
Pranali ne halki si muskurahat di, par andar se heart racing tha. Usne jaldi se ek excuse banaya,
“Thoda fresh ho kar aati hoon…”
She quickly made her way out and reached Shubha’s house. Shubha ne door khola, Pranali ki aankhon mein sab kuch samajh gayi—she just hugged her friend tight.
Bedroom mein baithe, Pranali finally sab kuch bol gayi—raat ka passion, Munna ka possessiveness, hotel ka scene, woh white saree, return in the gali, everything. Tears nikal aaye, voice shake ho gayi.
Shubha ne halka sa sigh kiya,
“Toh, finally… tu is rishte ko accept kar hi liya, Pranali?”
Pranali ne aankhen pochhte hue, thoda broken smile ke saath kaha,
“Acceptance keh lo ya majboori… ab lagta hai sirf yeh hi option hai. Jab tak mere ghar wale safe hain, main sab kuch seh lungi. Shayad ek din Munna thak bhi jaaye mujhse. Jo ho raha hai, vo meri family ke liye hai, mere liye nahi.”
Shubha ne Pranali ka haath pakda, eyes full of support,
“Tu bahut strong hai, Pranali. Main yahi hoon, jitna ho sakega main help karungi. Par apne dil ko bhi kabhi mat bhool, warna iss Mirzapur mein tu khud ko kho degi.”
Pranali ne bas halki si smile di,
“Ab toh sirf yahi reality hai, Shubha. Main khud ko nahi bacha paayi, par unko toh bacha sakti hoon.”
Dono kuch der chup rahi, ek dusre ka saath mehsoos karte hue. Pranali ke liye ab sab kuch badal gaya tha—lekin ek loyal dost jaise Shubha ke saath, vo apne dard ko thoda halka mehsoos kar paayi.

Shubha ne Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha, kuch seconds socha, fir softly bola,

“Pranali, tu Sharad se baat kar… sach mein, shayad vo hi tujhe Munna se nikaal sake. Uski power bhi kam nahi hai. Aur… vo tujhse sach mein care karta hai.”
Pranali ne turant sir hila diya, aankhon mein chinta aa gayi,
“Nahi Shubha, abhi nahi. Sharad already sab samajh chuka hai—main aur kuch nahi chahti ki vo bhi is game mein atak jaye. Agar vo Munna se takra gaya toh meri life aur bhi mushkil ho jayegi. Sharad ka apna swag hai, apna politics hai… mujhe usme nahi padna.”
Shubha ne slow sigh kiya,
“Toh ab? Tu aise hi sab kuch sehne wali hai? Sirf Munna ko satisfy karke khudko khatam kar degi?”
Pranali ki aankhon mein guilt ubhar aayi, usne cheek pe aansu ponch liya,
“Kya option hai mere paas, Shubha? Jab tak Munna mujh mein interested hai, main usko rokh nahi sakti. At least mere gharwale safe hain. Har raat guilt mein soti hoon… Soham ka chehra yaad aata hai, par… apni majboori samajh ke hi sab seh rahi hoon. Munna ko jo chahiye, main de dungi—usko satisfy karungi, apni family ki khatir.”
Shubha ne samajhdari se poocha,
“Aur Sharad? Uske liye jo feel kar rahi hai tu, uska kya?”
Pranali ne pehli baar, thoda sharmate, thoda dare hue tone mein kaha,
“Sharad ke saath ek ajeeb sa connection hai, Shubha. Vo baatein karta hai toh lagta hai main abhi bhi zinda hoon, sirf kisi ki body nahi hoon. Lekin uske saath kuch galat ho gaya toh main sab kuch kho dungi. Sharad samajh sakta hai mujhe… aur pata nahi kyu, uski dosti… uski teasing mujhe jeene ka reason de rahi hai.”
Shubha ne gently Pranali ka haath pakda,
“Par kab tak, Pranali? Kab tak guilt aur compromise mein jiye gi? Kisi din toh tujhe apni khushi, apni zindagi ke liye bhi sochna hi padega.”
Pranali ne aankhon mein aansu lekar, heavy voice mein kaha,
“Abhi toh sirf survive kar rahi hoon, Shubha. Sharad ka khayal dosti tak hi rakhoongi, warna sab kuch aur toot jayega. Par sach bataun, uske messages aate hai toh lagta hai andhera thoda kam ho jata hai.”
Shubha ne emotional hoke bas Pranali ko hug kiya,
“Main yahi hoon, jab tak tu chahe. Sharad ho ya Munna—decision tera hi hoga, Pranali. Par apne dil ko mar mat dena.”
Dono thodi der tak chup rahi, Mirzapur ki andheri raat mein, dosti ke ek pal ke liye guilt, pain, aur saari politics se dur.



Sunday ki subah Mirzapur mein unusually shaant thi. Ghar mein sab apne mood mein the—Soham newspaper padh raha tha, saas chai bana rahi thi, beta TV dekh raha tha. Pranali breakfast table par casually baithi thi, par dil mein ab bhi raat ki baatein chal rahi thi.

Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua—Sharad Shukla ka message.
"Pranali, Mirzapur aa gaya hoon. Tumse milna tha. Bohot urgent hai."
Pranali ne thoda sa surprise feel kiya, fingers kuch seconds tak screen pe hi ruki rahi. Thoda hesitation tha, par ek alag si excitement bhi—Sharad kabhi direct nahi milta, toh aaj kya hua hai?
Usne reply kiya,
"Aisa hai toh ghar aa jao, family bhi hai yahan."
Sharad ne turant answer kiya,
"Nahin, main sirf tumse milna chahta hoon. Zaruri hai. Baaki sab baad mein."
Pranali ne ek pal ke liye socha—Kya yeh sahi hai? Kya sochenge gharwale? Par Sharad ke urgent tone ne curiosity aur thoda tension dono badha diya.
Usne quickly respond kiya,
"Theek hai, batao kahan milna hai?"
Sharad:
"Purani kothi ke bagal wale garden mein. Wahan koi nahi hoga. 15 min mein milo."
Pranali ne apna phone side mein rakha, heartbeat thodi tez ho gayi. She made an excuse—*“Thoda fresh air lene jaa rahi hoon”—*and changed into a simple salwar-suit. Lips pe light gloss, face pe nervousness, aankhon mein anjaana sa excitement.
She quietly slipped out, family ko bye bolkar, aur garden ki taraf chali gayi, head full of questions—Sharad ko itna urgent kya ho gaya? Aur main kyu ja rahi hoon, jab socha tha dosti tak hi rakhungi?
Par dil ki awaz seedha Sharad ki taraf khinch rahi thi—shayad aaj kuch alag hone wala hai, kuch naya twist Mirzapur ki raaton jaisa.


Pranali ne ghar se nikalne se pehle thodi der tak wardrobe ke saamne socha—casual, simple, par safe bhi lage. Usne ek soft green cotton salwar-suit pehna, sleeves thodi short thi, neckline decent but thoda deep, and dupatta carefully set across her chest. Baal khule, halki kajal, lips pe ek natural gloss. Vo simplicity mein bhi ek ajeeb si khoobsurti lag rahi thi—maybe a little nervous, but unmissable.

Garden ke corner mein Sharad pehle se khada tha—jeans, white kurta, sleeves rolled, baalon mein thodi halki breeze. Usne Pranali ko aate dekha toh aankhon mein woh signature Sharad calmness thi, but uska gaze thoda intense tha. Garden ka wo hissa purana tha, chaaron taraf lambe paudhe, ek chota sa stone bench, jahan koi aata nahi.
Pranali thoda cautious thi, Sharad ke paas jaakar ruk gayi.
“Sharad, itni urgency kya hai? Sab theek toh hai?”
Sharad ne ek deep breath li, serious tone mein bola,
“Main jaanta hoon tum Munna ke saath phas gayi ho. Maine sab dekh liya hai, Pranali. Tum theek nahi ho, chahe jitna act karo. Main yahan hoon tumhari help ke liye.”
Pranali ne turant defensive ho kar, thoda tezz tone mein kaha,
“Mujhe kisi ki madad nahi chahiye, Sharad. Please—yeh meri zindagi hai, main sambhal lungi. Tum kyun help karna chahte ho?”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein direct dekha,
“Kyunki… I like you, Pranali. Bohot. Aur main tumhe takleef mein nahi dekh sakta. Tum deserve karti ho better, aur main…”
Us pal mein, Pranali ka heart flutter hua—Sharad ki honesty mein ek ajeeb si gravity thi. Par usne apne aap ko sambhala, face thoda strong banaya,
“Sharad, main tumhare dost ki wife hoon. Tumhara yeh hona… it’s not right. Please, don’t make this complicated.”
Vo turn karne lagi jaane ke liye, par Sharad ne gently uska haath pakad liya.
Pranali ka voice shaky ho gaya,
“Leave me, Sharad. Yeh sahi nahi hai.”
Sharad ne usse chodne ki jagah uski aankhon mein intense nazar se dekha, aur phir ek sudden motion mein usse apni taraf kheench liya—poori tarah baahon mein bandh liya. Pranali ki heartbeat aur tez ho gayi, body freeze ho gayi, par andar kuch melt bhi ho gaya.
Sharad ki voice ab low thi, full of longing,
“Galat ya sahi, main yahi feel karta hoon. Tum chaho toh abhi chali jao, par sach yahi hai—main tumhe chhod nahi sakta. Tum sirf mere dosti ka part nahi ho, Pranali… tum usse zyada ho.”
Pranali ne aankhon mein aansu aur confusion, guilt aur attraction dono mehsoos kiya.
Usne fir bhi, thoda break karte hue, whisper kiya,
“Please, Sharad… mujhe jaane do…”
Sharad ne thoda aur close khinch liya, cheek ke paas lips le jaakar almost whisper kiya,
“Kya sach mein chahti ho main chhod du? Ya bas apne dil se bhaag rahi ho?”
Ek pal ke liye garden ka wo corner sirf un dono ki saansen, silent tears, aur dhadkano ki aawaz se bhar gaya. Pranali ne aankhen band karli—ek ajeeb si ladai chal rahi thi uske andar, guilt aur chahat ke beech.
Woh dono ab nature ke witness ke saath, Mirzapur ki sabse dangerous line par khade the—dosti, loyalty, aur forbidden attraction ke beech.


Garden ke sunssaan kone mein, peepal ke bade ped ke neeche, tension electricity ki tarah hawa mein thi. Sharad ne Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha—us intense, honest longing ke saath. Phir, bina ek shabd bole, usne uske lips par ek deep, passionate kiss kar diya.

Pranali ne pehle resist kiya, haath se uska chest push kiya, lips tight kiye rakhe,
“Sharad, please—yeh galat hai…”
Par Sharad ke lips ka pressure, uski breath, uski arms ki warmth… dheere dheere Pranali ka resistance pighalne laga. Uske haath Sharad ke shoulders pe slide ho gaye, body uske against melt hone lagi. Kiss ab slow se wild ho gayi—lips lock, tongue dance, french kiss ka intensity—shabdon ki koi zarurat nahi thi. Pranali ki saans tez, lips par lipstick smudge ho gayi, moans uske throat se slip ho gaye.
Duppatta kab ka zameen pe gir gaya tha. Sharad ne Pranali ko gently tree ke against press kar diya, apne lips uske neck pe le gaya—soft kisses, fir slow, teasing bites. Pranali ki body me goosebumps, she tilted her head back, Sharad ke hair me fingers ghusa di, usko tightly hug kar liya.
Sharad ka ek haath dheere se uski kurti ke andar gaya—directly uske soft boobs ko paaya, thumb se nipple ko slow press kiya. Pranali ke muh se ek raw moan nikal gaya,
“Mmm… Sharad…”
Tree ke niche ab sirf unki wild, hungry smooching ki awaaz thi—kissing, lips licking, breathless moans. Pranali ab uss forbidden touch ko openly enjoy kar rahi thi, apne guilt, dar sab bhool kar. She hugged Sharad tighter, legs thodi tremble karne lagi.
Sharad ne apni palm se aur firm press diya, fir lips Pranali ke ear tak le gaya, hot breath mein whisper kiya,
“Pranali… you feel so perfect… main pagal ho jaunga…”
Achanak, ek pal ke liye, Pranali ki aankhein khul gayi—reality ka jhatka laga. Usne Sharad ke chest pe strong push diya, saans tez thi, aankhon mein shock, guilt, aur regret ka tsunami.
“Yeh nahi ho sakta, Sharad! Please—just stop!”
She picked up her dupatta, hair messy, lipstick ruined, breath out of control. Tears ready in her eyes, she quickly turned away—shaken, trembling, apne guilt aur darr ke saath.
Sharad bhi, us moment ka heat abhi bhi feel kar raha tha—lekin Pranali ke aasu dekhte hi, uska chehra serious ho gaya.
Pranali, apni heartbeat aur heavy breath sambhalte hue, garden se nikal gayi—leaving Sharad standing there, longing, guilty, and more obsessed than ever.




Garden se tezi se nikalte hue, Pranali ki saans phooli hui thi. Uska dupatta haath mein, lipstick smudge, aankhon mein aansu. Ghar tak aate aate vo pura shake ho gayi thi. Kisi tarah apne kamre tak gayi, door band kiya, aur apne aap se ladte ladte bed par gir gayi.

Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha—ab sirf guilt nahi, kuch aur bhi.
“Main yeh kya kar rahi hoon? Soham mera pati hai, mera ghar hai, mere bachche ka baap hai… main use dhoka de rahi hoon, sirf body se nahi, ab toh apne dil se bhi…”
Pranali ne pillow mein muh chhupa liya, aansu chhoot gaye.
“Munna ke saath jo ho raha hai, vo ek majboori thi, ek compromise tha… main apne ghar ke liye sab kuch seh rahi thi. Lekin aaj… aaj Sharad ke saath jo hua… vo kuch aur tha. Vo sirf junoon nahi tha, vo kuch real lag raha tha. Main khud se hi darti hoon—Sharad ki baaton mein, uski care mein, apna aap kho baithi hoon.”
Uski guilt ab double ho gayi thi—ek taraf Munna, doosri taraf Sharad. Ab main sirf Soham ke sharirik roop se nahi, apne dil se bhi cheat kar rahi hoon. Usne mujh par poora bharosa kiya, aur main… main khudko hi nahi samajh pa rahi hoon…
Pranali ne apne aansu pochte hue, apne reflection ko dekha—bikhre baal, messi lipstick, aankhon mein laal rang, aur dil mein guilt ka toofan.
“Kya main itni kamzor ho gayi hoon? Kya sach mein Sharad ko chahne lagi hoon? Aur agar ho bhi gayi, toh iska kya hoga? Soham ne kya galat kiya hai mere saath? Uska kya kasoor hai?”
She curled up, knees to chest, aur bas rote hue sochti rahi—kaise Mirzapur ki politics ne use ek pal mein majboor biwi se ek cheat wife, aur ek nayi mohabbat me phasi hui aurat bana diya.
“Ab toh apne aap ko bhi samjhaana mushkil hai… na main Munna se nikal sakti hoon, na Sharad ke dil se… aur na hi Soham ko sach bol sakti hoon…”
Us raat, Pranali ne bahut ro liya—khud par, apne choices par, aur un sab rishton par jo use sab kuch de kar bhi usse khud se door karte ja rahe the.

Pranali bedroom ke mirror ke saamne khadi thi, aankhon mein neend aur aansu dono ki thakaan thi. Usne aaj ke din ke liye ek halka, soft green cotton salwar-suit pehna tha—kurti short thi, sleeves elbows tak, neckline modest par thoda deep. Dupatta loosely shoulders pe dala hua, salwar perfectly fit, aur kapde ki softness uski skin pe ek alag hi comfort de rahi thi.

Baal khule the, thode messy from her emotional breakdown, aankhon ke neeche thodi laali—raat bhar ke aansuon ki nishani. Pranali ki simplicity mein bhi ek ajeeb si grace thi, uski natural beauty abhi bhi chamak rahi thi, chahe andar se vo kitni bhi tooti ho.
Mirror mein apne aap ko dekhte hue, Pranali ne ek deep sigh li. Usne socha, “Kya main ab bhi wahi Pranali hoon jo Mirzapur aayi thi? Ya ab sab kuch badal gaya hai?”
Salwar-suit ki simplicity uske guilt ko aur highlight karti thi—vo ek normal biwi dikhna chahti thi, par uske dil ka storm uski aankhon mein dikh hi jaata tha.
Ab vo ready thi, duniya ke samne phir se ek mask pehnne ke liye—chahe andar se kuch bhi ho raha ho, bahar se vo ab bhi Soham ki sanskari, strong wife thi… lekin sirf vo hi jaanti thi ki uske dil ke kone mein ek naya aashiq—Sharad—ab jagah bana chuka hai.

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Raat bhar Pranali ne aankh nahi lagayi. Kabhi ceiling ko takti rahi, kabhi apne phone ko, kabhi aankhon se behte aansuon ko chupke se ponchti rahi. Sharad ke saath hua pal baar-baar aankhon ke saamne flash ho raha tha—uska kiss, uska touch, uske words.

“Main tumhe takleef mein nahi dekh sakta.”

Woh lafz ab uske guilt se bhi zyada zor se gungunane lage the.

Subah ka pehla message bhi usi ka tha.

“I’m sorry for yesterday. I lost control… but I meant every word.”

Pranali ne message dekha… fingers ruk gayi screen pe. Kuch type karne lagi, fir delete kar diya.

“Nahi… abhi aur nahi. Main aur khud se girna nahi chahti.”

Usne phone side mein rakha, ek thandi saans li, aur apna work bag uthaya. Aaj bank jaana tha—normalcy ki zarurat thi, warna dil aur dimag dono bikhar jaate.

She wore a light blue saree, neat bun, minimal kajal—professional and distant. Jaisa face pe mask pehen rakha ho. Ghar walon ko routine goodbye bolke, she took her scooty and drove off.

Bank ke paas…

Jab Pranali ne apni scooty side wale parking mein roki, uska dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Wahin thoda aage, ek black SUV quietly khadi thi. Aur usme se dikhayi diya—Munna.

Uske Ray-Ban ke peeche se aankhon ne Pranali ko directly dekh liya. Munna ne window down kiya, sirf ek chhoti si smirk ke saath bola:

“Chalo, madam. Chhod deta hoon. Roz ki tarah drama mat karna.”

Pranali kuch nahi boli. Aankhon mein emotion lock karke, usne dupatta theek kiya, bag tight pakda… aur seedha Munna ke car ke passenger door ko khola. Kamar seedhi, aankhon mein halka guilt aur resignation… aur woh chup chaap andar baith gayi.

Car band hui, windows up. Kuch seconds tak dono ne kuch nahi kaha.

Phir Munna ne slow voice mein bola,

“Kya hua, bank nahi jaana? Ya bank sirf naam ka hai… real kaam toh ab tum samajh gayi ho na?”

Uske tone mein thoda possessiveness, thoda mocking tha.

Pranali ne aankhen band ki, thoda neck jhuka kar quietly bola:

“Ab main jaanti hoon, Munna… main ab tumhari hoon.”

Munna ki aankhon mein victorious glint tha. Usne slowly car start ki, aur pura Mirzapur jaise ab uski trophy ke saath ghoom raha ho.

Aur Pranali? Uski aankhon mein guilt tha, guilt se bhara dard—ki vo sirf Munna ki body ban chuki thi, aur Sharad ke liye vo emotions bhi, ab ek aur zanjeer ban gaye the.

Munna ki car ek sunsan, dust-bhari road par ruk gayi. Peeche ek aur black Scorpio khadi thi—usme Munna ke trusted guards, sunglasses mein, chewing gutkha, full desi swag mein. Mirzapur ke is kone mein, sirf unka hi raaj tha, koi bhi idhar aane ki sochta bhi nahi tha.

Munna ne Pranali ko side glance diya,

“Peeche aao.”

Uski awaaz mein order tha, pyaar ya romance ka koi touch nahi—bas possessiveness, aur ab to Pranali bhi samajh gayi thi ki behtar hai bina bole maan jana.

Pranali chup chaap piche vali seat pe shift ho gayi, saree aur dupatta ko sambhalte hue. Munna bhi driver se kuch short baat karke piche aaya, side se uske bilkul close baith gaya.

Peeche guard car mein baith kar ek dusre ko elbow maar ke hass rahe the.

Ek guard ne window se jhaank ke dekha, phir doston ko tease kiya:

“Oye, Munna bhai ka maal to kadak hai re! Aaj jeep mein full-on scene hoga lagta hai!”

Dusra guard:

“Bhai ko maza bhi to full Mirzapur style chahiye—public place, sunsan road, boss ki style hi alag hai!”

Sab hans pade, thoda gutkha phek diya road pe, aur gaane ka volume badha diya.

Munna ne apni trademark slow smile ke saath Pranali ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein victory aur thoda wild hunger.

“Suna na? Sabko pata hai ab tu sirf meri hai. Tere jaisi biwi to luck se milti hai, par ab tu bas Munna ke naam ki hai.”

Pranali ne aankhen jhuka li, lips slightly trembling.

Andar se woh tut chuki thi—sab kuch sun rahi thi, guards ke words, Munna ka possessive touch, Mirzapur ki wo khuli zubaan. Par is waqt resistance bekaar tha—ab yeh uski zindagi ka naya sach tha.

Jeep ke andar ab hawa heavy ho gayi thi—aur bahar Mirzapur ke badmash log, hass rahe the, jashn mana rahe the. Pranali ka har pal ab sirf ek compromise tha—par Munna ke liye, yeh sirf shuruat thi.

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Jeep ke andar hawa aur heavy ho gayi thi. Peeche ka seat ab battlefield ban chuka tha—Munna ne Pranali ke khule baalon ko ek haath se kas ke pakda, doosre haath se uska face apni taraf kheench liya. Lips par ek bhookha, wild kiss—koi pyaar nahi, sirf possessive need. Munna ki lips uski lips ko choos rahi thi, kabhi rough, kabhi deep, teeth se thoda nibble karte hue.

Pranali ka resistance ab pura toot chuka tha, she had already surrendered. Ab uske haath Munna ke shoulders pe, chest tight uske against. Moans uske lips se slip ho rahe the,

"Mmm... Munna... ahhh..."

Munna ki saansen tez thi, lips ab uske neck pe—deep, wet kisses, thoda bite, thoda suck.

"Aah... Munna, please..."

Pranali ki aawaz ka tone ab fully desperate tha, body arch ho rahi thi, door pe jhuki, Munna almost poora uske upar.

Jeep ke andar ab sirf un dono ke moans, lips ki smacking, aur Munna ke rough touch ki awaaz thi. Munna ne ek jerk mein Pranali ka pallu side fenk diya, saree ka front khul gaya, mangalsutra upar slide ho gaya, deep cleavage exposed, aur chest tez saans lene se up-down ho raha tha.

Munna ne aankhon se uska cleavage dekha—chest pe beads of sweat, deep neckline se pura view. Uska haath direct Pranali ke blouse ke andar gaya, uske boobs ko squeeze karte hue. Pranali ke moans aur bold ho gaye,

"Ohhh... yess... Munna... aur karo..."

Jeep ke cabin mein har touch, har kiss amplified lag raha tha—Pranali ka body, uska chest, uske moans, sab raw, wild, and out of control.

Munna ab full animal mode mein tha, lips ab Pranali ke cleavage mein, tongue se licks, teeth se bites, palms se boobs squeeze, aur Pranali—uski saansein tez, body tremble kar rahi thi, nails Munna ke back pe, head back, eyes closed,

"Mmm... Munna... please... aur deep... mujhe chahiye..."

Outside, guards ki gaadi se bass ki beat aa rahi thi, par jeep ke andar sirf unke wild kisses, urgent moans, aur bed control ki thap-thap thi. Saree, blouse, mangalsutra—sab mix ho gaya tha us wild moment mein.

Pranali ab poori tarah Munna ke under, uski property, uski aag—jeep ke andar ab bas ek hi naam gunj raha tha,

"Munna... Munna..."

Jeep ke andar ka scene ab pura animalistic ho chuka tha. Munna ne Pranali ke dono haath ek saath pakad liye, unhe forcefully jeep ki window par spread kar diya. Uske arms tense ho gaye, sleeves thodi slide ho gayi, aur Munna ki aankhen uski soft, sweaty armpits pe atak gayi—us raw khushboo mein usko ek alag hi nasha tha.

Munna ne bina warning ke apni tongue uske armpit ke andar slide ki, thoda lick kiya, thoda suck kiya—Pranali ka pura body jhatak gaya, moan nikal gayi lips se,

“Munna… please…”

Munna ne thoda wild hoke, uske ear ke paas husky voice mein bola,

“Peeche se sabko dikha ke seduce karti hai na tu? Ab dekh, main kya karta hoon…”

Pranali sharm ke maare aankhein band kar gayi, lekin body ne resistance bilkul nahi diya. Uska blouse almost pura khul chuka tha, hooks open, boobs out, nipples hard. Munna ne instantly apne lips uske boobs par laga diye—sucking, biting, tongue se rough play.

Pranali ke moans ab aur wild ho gayi thi,

“Aahh… Munna… itna strong…”

Saans tez ho rahi thi, chest up-down ho raha tha, mangalsutra uske cleavage pe dance kar raha tha.

Munna ke haath ab bhi uske wrists hold kar rahe the, uski body poori tarah Munna ke control mein thi. Jeep ki windows foggy ho chuki thi, cabin mein sirf moans, sucking ki awaz, aur Munna ka raw possessiveness.

Outside, guards ki car se laughter aur music aa raha tha, lekin jeep ke andar sirf ek hi power ka rule chal raha tha—Munna ka.

Pranali ab poori tarah apni sharam, guilt sab bhool chuki thi, sirf us raw, wild feel mein kho gayi thi—poori tarah Munna ki property, poori tarah uske control mein.

Jeep ke andar, air thick thi with heat and desperation. Pranali ka slim yet curvy figure—around 34-28-36, medium height, toned waist, fair glowing skin—was sprawled helplessly across the back seat. Uska blouse almost pura khul chuka tha, boobs full and soft, dusky pink nipples hard ho chuke the, chest pe beads of sweat.

Munna, pura wild mode mein, uske boobs ke saath khel raha tha—kabhi tongue se circles, kabhi lips se deep sucks, kabhi teeth se gentle bites. Pranali ke lips se continuous moans nikal rahe the,

“Aah… Munna… oh god… aur karo…”

Munna ne, bina koi sharam, Pranali ki saree ko waist tak slide kiya, uski panty ko ek jerk mein utar diya, throw kar diya seat pe. Ab Pranali almost naked, sirf khula blouse aur saree ka pallu thoda lapet kar. Munna ne uske dono haath apne belt se seat ke handle par tie kar diye—now she was fully vulnerable, unable to resist, breathless.

Munna ne apni fingers se Pranali ki chut ko stroke kiya—she was dripping wet, already throbbing. Usne chut ke lips ko thoda stretch karke, finger andar gently slide ki, aur soft pressure diya. Pranali ka pura body jhatak gaya, moan uncontrol ho gaya,

“Mmm… Munna… so wet… aur andar jao…”

Usne finger thoda twist kiya, par ek pal mein, achanak window pe zor se "thak thak" hui.

Munna ka mood instantly gussa mein badal gaya,

“Oye, saale! Kya hai? Disturb mat karo, bhaag yahan se!”

par awaz familiar thi.

Munna ne khidki khol ke dekha, aur uske peeche—Kaleen Bhaiya khade the.

Unki aankhen seedha Munna par, phir Pranali par gayi—uski open blouse, tied hands, bare chest, almost naked lower body, breathless face. Saree bikhri hui, mangalsutra neck pe twisted, Pranali ke lips swollen, eyes teary but wild with passion.

Kaleen Bhaiya ke face par ek deadly calm tha—woh sab kuch silently observe kar rahe the.

Unhone kuch nahi bola, bas ek slow, dangerous smirk diya—jaise unka respect Munna ke liye thoda badh gaya ho, ya shayad unka interest Pranali par shift ho gaya ho.

Munna aur Pranali dono ek pal ke liye shock mein—Munna ne apne body ko uske saamne shield kiya, Pranali ne aankhen jhuka li, sharam, dar aur guilt sab kuch ek pal mein mil gaya.

Kaleen Bhaiya ne low voice mein kaha:

“Munna, baad mein mil… abhi kaam khatam kar le, fir aake baat karna.”

Aur woh slowly chal diye, apni hi alag Mirzapur style mein.

Jeep ke andar ab tension abhi bhi thick thi, lekin ek nayi danger ki boond bhi aa chuki thi.

Kaleen Bhaiya ke jaane ke baad jeep ke andar hawa aur bhi garam ho gayi thi—par is baar, Munna ke dil mein ek pal ke liye panic bhi tha, lekin uski aankhon mein junoon ab double ho chuka tha. Pranali abhi bhi shock mein, uski aankhein badi, lips parted, body tremble kar rahi thi—lekin resistance gayab ho chuka tha.

Munna ne ek second ka bhi time waste nahi kiya. Usne Pranali ki tange apni strong arms se wide open kar di—ab she was tied, exposed, fully helpless. Munna ke andar ki wild animal energy ab control ke bahar thi.

Usne apne lund ko, jo abhi tak uski wildness se hard tha, Pranali ki wet chut ke lips pe rub kiya—ek tease, fir bina warning ke, ek hi zabardast, deep thrust mein andar daal diya.

“Aahhh… Munna…!”

Pranali ka moan itna heavy, raw, aur uncontrollable tha ki jeep ke andar ghoonj gaya. Uska chest upar-niche ho raha tha, tied hands seat pe, blouse poora khula, boobs shake ho rahe the har thrust ke saath, aur uski chut already full stretch mein thi.

Munna ne pace aur tez kar diya, har thrust ab full force mein,

“Aaj koi nahi rok sakta, Pranali! Mirzapur ka asli maza aaj dekh…!”

Pranali ke moans ab aur wild, breathless,

“Oh god… Munna… aur hard… main toot rahi hoon…!”

Jeep ki suspension bhi unke rhythm se hilne lagi thi, windows foggy, glass pe sweat ke marks. Munna ne ek haath Pranali ki neck ke peeche daal ke usko apni taraf aur pull kiya, dusre haath se uske boobs ko squeeze karte hue,

“Dekho kaise bikhar rahi hai mere lund pe… sabko pata chal gaya ki ab tu sirf Munna Tripathi ki hai!”

Pranali ki saansen cut rahi thi, body uncontrollable, legs wide open, moans ab almost scream mein badal chuki thi. Uska mangalsutra ab har thrust pe uske cleavage mein jump kar raha tha, nipples rock hard, sweat and pleasure ka perfect mix.

Jeep ke andar ab sirf unke bodies ki thap-thap, wild kissing, aur dirty talk ki gunj thi—Mirzapur ki galiyo ki tarah raw, unfiltered, aur unstoppable.

Munna ab pura lost in pleasure,

“Aaj main tujhe yaad rakhne layak bana dunga, Pranali… Mirzapur mein sabse kadak maal ab sirf mera hai!”

Aur Pranali, us wild, risky madness mein, ab poori tarah Munna ki slave ban chuki thi—no resistance, just raw, animal passion, tied, moaning, and broken by Mirzapur’s wildest son.

Jeep ke andar hawa thick ho chuki thi—sweat, lust, and that dangerous thrill of being caught. Munna ab poori tarah apne wild zone mein tha. Usne Pranali ki tied wrists ko tight hold kiya, tange aur wide open kar di, and with his lund throbbing and rock hard, he started slamming into her with brutal, urgent strokes.

Har thrust mein Munna ki raw power thi,

“Aaj tujhe tod ke hi chhodunga, Pranali…”

uski awaaz guttural thi, every word dripping with control and hunger.

Pranali ki body har jhatke pe hil rahi thi, boobs wild motion mein, blouse khula, nipples exposed, sweat ke beads uske bare skin pe shine kar rahe the. Har stroke pe,

“Aahhh… Munna… aur hard… aur deep…!”

her voice now pure desperation, pure surrender.

Munna ab speed aur force badhata gaya, hips slam karte, uska lund har bar Pranali ki chut ke andar tak jaa raha tha, walls stretched, wetness spread everywhere. Uski breath heavy, body animalistic, ek haath ab Pranali ke throat ke side ko pakad ke thoda control mein rakha, dusre se uska waist squeeze kiya,

“Dekho kaise le rahi hai mera lund… yahi hai Mirzapur ka asli scene!”

Jeep ke andar, bodies ka collision, seat ki squeak, and their mixed, wild moans—the soundscape was pure filth, pure heat, pure danger.

Pranali ab ek dam broken moaning,

“Munna… main… main toot rahi hoon… bas… aur… aur…!”

Her body shook with each hard stroke, her hair wild, mangalsutra swinging with every thrust, sweat mixing with her pleasure.

Munna ne pace aur badhaya,

“Aaj tu sirf meri hai, Pranali—mirzapur ki rani, ab sirf Munna ke saath…”

His thrusts now punishing, almost primal, pushing her right to the edge, over and over.

Jeep ke andar ab kuch bhi gentle nahi tha—sirf hard, relentless, wild fucking, until both of them were just sweat, moans, and the sound of their bodies colliding in the rawest Mirzapur style.

Jeep ke andar ab bas ek hi junoon chal raha tha—Munna ke brutal, relentless thrusts. Sweat dono ki bodies se tapak raha tha, breaths jagged and wild. Pranali ki legs wide open, tied hands seat pe, boobs wild motion mein, har inch pe pleasure aur pain ka perfect mix.

Munna ne pace aur tez kiya, his hips slamming against her,

“Aaj… aaj sab kuch tera andar hi…!”

Pranali ki voice ab sirf broken moans thi,

“Munna… abhi… mujhe chahiye… sab kuch andar…!”

Aur ek final, earth-shattering thrust ke saath, Munna pura lund deep uski chut ke andar push kar diya, body tight ho gayi, aur usne pura load andar discharge kar diya—thick, hot, filling her completely.

Pranali ke andar ek wave of ecstasy aayi, body arch ho gayi, loud scream nikal gayi,

“Aaaahhh… Munna…!”

Kuch seconds ke liye sab kuch still ho gaya—jeep ke andar sirf unki wild heartbeats, sweat ki smell, aur rain ke halki tapping ki awaaz. Munna abhi bhi andar, breathing heavy, body poori tarah exhausted.

Munna ne apne weight ke saath Pranali par collapse kiya, dono tangled together, gasping for air. Pranali ab bhi trembling, sweat aur pleasure ke mixture mein, eyes half closed, chest rapidly rising and falling.

For a moment, outside ki duniya kho gayi thi—andar sirf Munna, Pranali, unka wild passion, aur jeep ke glass pe condensation.

Aaj, Mirzapur ki galiyo mein, Munna ne sabit kar diya tha—Pranali ab sirf uski thi. Aur Pranali? She lay there beneath him, breathless, used, full, aur ek ajeeb si, guilty satisfaction ke saath.

Pranali abhi bhi back seat pe thi, breath heavy, body mein thakan aur guilt dono ka nasha. Usne dheere-dheere apni saree, blouse, aur inner wear sambhalna shuru kiya—haath abhi bhi thode shaky, skin pe abhi bhi Munna ke touch ke red marks, neck aur armpits pe sweat ka sheen, cleavage abhi bhi half exposed, mangalsutra tangled ho chuka tha.

Tabhi jeep ka door khula aur Munna, shirtless, baahar nikal aaya—chest pe fresh scratch marks, lips thode swollen, hair messy. Uska confidence abhi bhi full power par tha, aur body language mein ek Mirzapur king wali raw energy.

Jeep ke side hi, guards ki car khadi thi—lekin wahin kuch feet door Kaleen Bhaiya ki shiny black SUV bhi park thi. Andar se car ka window thoda down tha, aur Kaleen Bhaiya apni usual calm, calculating aankhon se bahar ka scene dekh rahe the.

Jab Munna baahar aaya, Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhen sidha us par gayi—ek second ko uske body language, uske bare chest ko scan kiya. Fir unhone car ke rearview se dekha… aur jeep ke back seat par Pranali ki sexy, almost naked body—woh abhi bhi blouse ke hooks band kar rahi thi, saree dbang karte hue, underarms abhi bhi open, neck pe sweat shine karta, boobs ka outline clearly visible, hips ke curve se saree slip hoti hui.

Kaleen Bhaiya ke lips par ek barely-there smirk aaya, unki aankhen ek pal ke liye linger ki Pranali ke armpits, breasts, aur uske sweat-soaked skin par. Fir calmly unhone apni gaze Munna par fix ki—full authority, full judgement, jaise keh rahe ho: Sab kuch dekha hai, Munna… Mirzapur ka asli game toh ab shuru hoga.

Munna ne bhi Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhon mein aankhein daal di—ek mix of nervousness and defiance ke saath.

Beech ka scene full tension se bhara hua tha—Pranali abhi bhi piche, half-dressed, khud ko jaldi-jaldi cover karne ki koshish karte hue, par sab kuch Kaleen Bhaiya ke silent gaze ke saamne exposed tha.

Aaj sirf Munna ne nahi, Mirzapur ke asli king ne bhi Pranali ki vulnerability, uska raw beauty, aur Munna ki possessiveness ka live show dekh liya tha.

Munna shirtless jeep ke paas khada tha, thoda thakaan, thoda victorious smile. Kaleen Bhaiya ne apni car ka window poora down kiya, unki aankhon mein ek mix tha—gussa bhi, disappointment bhi, aur woh khas Mirzapur king ka control.

Kaleen Bhaiya (voice steady, thoda thanda):

“Yeh sab road pe kya chal raha hai, Munna? Dushman kam hain hamare? Kam theek se hota nahi, chale aiyashi karne! Kaun sambhalega yeh sab agar kal koi musibat aa gayi toh?”

Munna ek pal ke liye chhup ho gaya, aankhen thodi jhuka li, par fir bhi ek chhoti si proud smile nahi rok paya.

Kaleen Bhaiya (thoda sarcasm, aankhen jeep ke piche):

“Woh… yahi hai na, woh bankers wali? Jo tujhko lunch dene aayi thi, party mein bhi dikhi thi?”

Munna:

“Ji, bauji. Wahi hai.”

Kaleen Bhaiya ne ek long, loaded pause li, fir cold, crisp warning di—

“Jo bhi kar, Munna… sambhal kar kar. Ayashi ke chakkar mein kaam mat bhool jana. Agar Mirzapur mein hamari izzat giri na, toh yeh sab passion kisi kaam ka nahi rahega. Dushman sirf bahar nahi, andar bhi ho sakte hain.”

Woh ek pal ke liye ruk gaye, fir gaze sidha jeep ke back window par—jahaan Pranali abhi bhi saree pehan rahi thi, blouse ke hooks lagate, neck pe sweat, aankhen thodi dar se unki taraf dekh rahi thi.

Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhen us par tik gayi—unke chehre par koi smile nahi thi, bas ek silent authority, ek warning jaise: Sab kuch dekha jaa raha hai. Sambhal ke kadam uthao.

Pranali ki aankhen unki aankhon se mili, us pal mein sirf raw exposure, sharm, aur ek anjaani si thrill thi—jaisa Mirzapur ka asli game ab uske liye bhi personal ho gaya ho.

Kaleen Bhaiya ne last look Munna ko diya,

“Chal, kaam pe dhyaan de. Zyada hero mat ban.”

Phir unki SUV slowly wahaan se nikal gayi, lekin jeep ke andar ab bhi us unspoken tension ki tapish chhodi gayi thi—Munna ko bhi, aur Pranali ko bhi.

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Jeep ke back seat par baithe-baithe Pranali ka dil abhi bhi zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Saree aur blouse ab jaldbaazi mein pehne the, mangalsutra tangle ho chuka tha, aur chehra abhi bhi flushed. Uska mind flashback pe flashback de raha tha—Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhen, guards ki comments, sab kuch ab aur bhi real lag raha tha.

“Ab toh Mirzapur ka asli king bhi dekh chuka hai mujhe Munna ke saath. Ab sirf Munna nahi, Kaleen Bhaiya bhi jante hain… shayad poora ka poora circle hi samajh chuka hai ki main Munna ki raat hoon…”

Uske andar ek wave of guilt aayi. “Yeh sab main kar kya rahi hoon? Sab dekh rahe hain, fir bhi rokh nahi paa rahi. Par… sab kuch apne ghar ke liye kar rahi hoon… usne apni aankhen bandh ki, deep saans li, par guilt aur dar dono aur gehra ho gaya.

Tabhi Munna aaya, front seat pe baitha, sidha rearview mein uski aankhon mein dekha. Kuch seconds tak khamoshi thi, sirf engine ki low hum.

Pranali (nervous, low voice):

“Munna… Kaleen Bhaiya ne… sab dekh liya. Kuch problem toh nahi hogi na?”

Munna ne sidha aankhon mein dekha, ek mix of irritation and confidence ke saath,

“Tension mat le, Pranali. Bauji ko sab pata hai—lekin tu ab sirf meri hai. Jab tak main hoon, kuch nahi hoga. Kaam apne jagah, aiyashi apni jagah. Bas tu mujhe aur koi problem na de.”

Uski awaaz mein Mirzapur wali dhamki bhi thi, aur ek possessive comfort bhi. Pranali ne sirf halki si nod di, lips par faint guilt, aankhon mein heavy dar.

Munna ne bina kuch aur bole jeep start ki, aur kuch minute baad bank ke paas Pranali ki scooty ke side mein car rok di.

“Jaa, apne kaam pe ja. Aur koi drama mat kar, samjhi?”

usne last time aankhon mein intense look diya, phir full attitude mein jeep le kar nikal gaya.

Pranali kuch seconds tak vahi khadi rahi, hands trembling, mind mein guilt, fear, aur Mirzapur ka full weight. Phir usne scooty start ki, aur bank ke taraf chali gayi—andar ek ajeeb si feeling, jaise ab poora Mirzapur uske raaz se waakif ho chuka hai.

Kaleen Bhaiya ki SUV smooth road par silently glide kar rahi thi. Andar AC ki thandi hawa, lekin atmosphere mein ek strange heat thi. Driver seat pe Makul, faithful shadow jaisa alert, back mirror se kabhi-kabhi boss ki aankhon ka mood check karta hua.

Kaleen Bhaiya ne khidki ke baahar dekha, fir aankhen band ki, seat pe thoda aaram se lean karte hue bola,

“Makul… us bank wali pe thodi nazar rakhna. Samjhe?”

Makul ne turant,

“Haan bhaiya. Aap tension mat lo. Main khud dekh lunga—ek pal bhi idhar-udhar nahi hone dunga.”

Kaleen Bhaiya ne sirf ek halka sa nod diya, par aankhen ab bhi band thi. Andar hi andar, uske dimaag mein abhi bhi jeep ke woh pal chal rahe the—Pranali ki saree slip hoti, uski bare legs, blouse khulta hua, sweaty armpits, open neck, aur vo moment jab Pranali apne khud ke kapde pehen rahi thi, legs thodi aur open thi. Kaleen Bhaiya ki aankhon mein woh poora scene vivid tha—us raw, forbidden sensuality ka flavor ab tak uske system mein tha.

Ek slight, controlled smile uske lips par aa gayi—vo smile jo Mirzapur ke asli king ke chehre pe tab aati hai jab vo kuch khaas soch raha ho. Uske haath ki finger unconsciously steering wheel pe tap karne lagi, aur aankhon ke kone mein ek mischievous spark.

Usne slow sa deep breath li, aur seat mein thoda aur adjust ho gaya—pants ke andar ek unmistakable stir, thoda boner. Par unki aankhon mein ek dangerous calmness thi.

“Ab dekhte hain… Munna ko toh mal mil gaya, par asli game toh ab Kaleen Tripathi hi khelega…”

Makul ne ek last glance mirror mein mara, kaleen bhaiya ke chehre pe woh halki si muskurahat aur focus dekh ke samajh gaya—ab bank wali Pranali ka raasta aur zyada khatarnak hone wala hai.

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Bank ke branch mein din ki roshni thi, par Pranali ke liye aaj sab kuch blur lag raha tha. Munna ke saath subah ka wild session abhi bhi uske body par likha hua tha—slight soreness, bruises hidden beneath her saree, ek ajeeb si heaviness. Uski aankhon mein neend thi, par guilt, fear, aur thoda relief bhi.


Office ke colleagues normal behave kar rahe the—koi personal baat nahi, sab sirf professional mask pehne hue. Par Pranali ko feel ho raha tha ki sab kuch jante hain, ya kam se kam samajh gaye hain ki uska Mirzapur ke kingpin Munna se kuch rishta hai. Uski aankhon mein pehle waali questioning ya jealousy nahi thi—ab sabki aankhon mein ek alag si respect thi, thoda sa dar bhi, thoda sa gossip ka thrill.
Pranali ne aaj apna kaam mechanically kiya—files check ki, customers ke documents sign kiye, laptop pe data entry. Lekin jab bhi usne apni phone ki screen dekhi, Sharad Shukla ke ek ke baad ek message flash ho rahe the:
Sharad:
"Hope you’re okay today. Subah ka weather kaafi garam tha... Mirzapur ki hawa bhi shayad jal gayi hogi ;)"
Pranali ki aankhon mein ek thakaa hua smile aayi. Usne quick reply diya,
"I’m fine. Kaam bhi garam chal raha hai aajkal, personal life se zyada."
Sharad (teasing):
"Accha? Main soch raha tha tumhe office ki thandi hawa mein ek coffee treat du. Tension kam ho jayegi, smile wapas aa jayegi."
Pranali ne pehli baar genuinely smile kiya—woh soft, lost si muskurahat, jo pehle sirf Soham ke saath feel hoti thi. Usne shyly reply kiya,
"Smile chahiye toh coffee ki zarurat nahi, bas tumhare messages milte rahe toh kaafi hai."
Sharad:
"Bas yahi toh main chahta hoon, Pranali. Tum hamesha haste raho. Mirzapur mein bohot dukh hai, tumhare chehre pe khushi dekh ke lagta hai ki abhi bhi kuch sahi ho sakta hai."
Pranali ka dil ek pal ke liye light ho gaya—woh same warmth, woh awkward flirting, woh emotional comfort, jo kabhi Soham ke texts mein milta tha… ab Sharad ke chats mein aane laga tha. Aur uska guilt, pain, even Munna ka wild shadow… sab kuch ek pal ke liye halka ho gaya.
Usne apne kaam pe wapas focus kiya, par lips pe ab bhi woh soft smile thi—ek nayi umeed, ek naya connection, ek chori-chhipe emotional affair ka nasha.

Bank se nikalte hi Pranali ne Shubha ko call kiya.

Voice abhi bhi thodi heavy thi, par she needed to let it out.
“Shubha, aaj subah phir Munna ne… you know… jeep mein. Aur sabne dekh bhi liya… Kaleen Bhaiya bhi. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha—guilt toh hai hi, par… ab Sharad ke messages padhti hoon toh ajeeb sa sukoon milta hai. Uske saath baat karke lagta hai main phir se zinda hoon… pata nahi, yeh sahi hai ya galat.”
Shubha ne slow sigh ke saath kaha,
“Tu zinda hai, Pranali. Bhasad hai, par abhi bhi teri khushi important hai. Lekin, lagta hai tujhe break ki zarurat hai. Maa ke ghar chali ja kuch din—Mumbai ki hawa badal degi.”
Pranali ne turant decide kar liya,
“Haan, sahi bol rahi hai. Main kal subah nikal rahi hoon. Bas, kuch din sab kuch bhool jana chahti hoon.”
Phone band hone ke kuch hi minute baad,
Shubha ne apna loyalty check kiya—aur Soham ko ek secret text bhej diya:
"Bhai, aaj Munna ne Pranali ko phir se choda. Ab lagta hai ghar ja rahi hai kuch din. Plan kaam kar raha hai, dono taraf se—Munna aur Sharad bhi!"
Soham office ke cabin mein baithe-baithe, phone par text padhte hue dheere se hans pada—
"Bingo! Munna bhi use tod raha hai, Sharad bhi line mein hai… Mirzapur meri muthi mein aa raha hai!"

Pranali ne Munna ko call kiya,
Voice soft, thodi uncertain:
“Munna, main kuch din ke liye apne ghar—Mumbai ja rahi hoon. Maa ka mood bhi off hai, toh socha thoda time spend kar lu.”
Munna ne naughty, possessive tone mein bola:
“Jao, lekin zyada din mat lagana. Tumhare bina din nahi guzar raha ab—aur waise bhi, tumhara nasha chadh gaya hai. Jaldi aa jaana, samjhi?”
Pranali ne shiver karte hue softly “hmm” kiya, Munna ki teasing voice abhi bhi uske body mein goosebumps chhod gayi.

Same day evening…
Pranali apni scooty pe, thoda thak ke, home ja rahi thi—tabhi ek smartly dressed aadmi ne road side pe usko roka.
“Madam, yeh aapke liye hai.”
Usne ek small white envelope diya, plain, par thoda heavy feel hua. Pranali ne thoda confuse hoke envelope liya, kuch nahi bola, sirf awkward smile diya.
Signal par ruk ke usne envelope khola—andar ek shining black credit card nikla, saath mein chota sa note:
"For my Queen. Unlimited—jo chaho, jab chaho. – Munna"
Pranali ek second ke liye blank ho gayi—yeh power, yeh control, yeh dikhawa… aur yeh nayi zanjeer. Lekin usne card quietly apne purse mein daal diya, aur heavy heart ke saath apni scooty nikal di—home ki taraf, apni maa ke aangan, thoda sukoon dhoondhne.

Makul apne usual, invisible mode mein tha. Side road pe bike park kar ke, phone pe “casual” scroll, par aankhen poori tarah Pranali ke ghar ke main gate par. Usne Kaleen Bhaiya ko quietly text drop kiya:

“Madam ghar aa gayi. Bag ready lag raha hai. Abhi tak koi activity nahi.”
Andar, Pranali bags pack kar rahi thi—light sarees, thoda jewellery, Aryan ka favourite toy. Soham living room mein, aakhri baar casually poochta hai:
“Pakka jaa rahi ho?”
Pranali ne thoda thak kar smile diya,
“Haan, mummy ko bhi milna hai, Aryan ko bhi thoda break milega. Tu ka tension mat le. 5-6 din mein aa jaungi.”
Soham, mask of concern ke peeche khush, simply nods,
“Theek hai. Safe travel. Mumbai waalon ko bol dena, Mirzapur ki bahu aa rahi hai.”



Next Morning – Mirzapur Station
Platform pe halki bheed thi. Pranali Aryan ko tightly hold kiye, saree aur pallu ka pura dhyaan rakhte hue, apne reserved seat par ja baithi. Ghar se nikalte hi Makul ne discreet distance se pura scene watch kiya—Kaleen Bhaiya ko update mil gaya:
“Madam train mein baith gayi. Child ke saath hai. Mirzapur chhod diya.”
Soham ne aakhri time platform pe khada ho ke Pranali ko goodbye kiya, Aryan ko pyaar se kiss, fir casually ek hand wave. Jaise hi train ne whistle di, Soham ne phone nikala aur ek aur call milaya—Sharad.
Soham (casual but sly):
“Bhai, Pranali Mumbai ja rahi hai, Aryan ke saath. Train abhi nikli hai. Tujhe batana zaruri laga.”
Sharad (phone pe ek short laugh, thoda intrigue):
“Good, ab maza aayega. Driver ko bol diya hai—seedha airport, main bhi Mumbai aa raha hoon.”
Sharad ne phone band kiya, apne favorite sunglasses pehne, car ki backseat mein relaxed style se lean ho gaya.
Mirzapur ki bhasad Mumbai tak le jaunga. Dekhte hain Pranali ka break kitna peaceful rehta hai…

Pranali khidki ke paas Aryan ko lap pe sula kar, sochti rahi—[i]“Aakhir kitne din sukoon rahega? Mirzapur ki shadow toh yahan bhi aa jaayegi…”

Par kuch der ke liye, Aryan ke cheek pe kiss kar ke, eyes close kar li—Mumbai ki taraf, ek nayi kahani, nayi bhasad, aur nayi aazadi ka illusion.[/i]

Local train se utarne ke baad, Aryan ko godi mein sambhalte-sambhalte, Pranali taxi pakad kar familiar galliyon mein pahunch gayi. Building ka rang ab bhi wahi tha, entrance pe security uncle ne pehchaan kar broad smile di,

“Arey, Pranali beti! Kitne din baad?”

Lift se fourth floor pe aate hi, ghar ka darwaza khula tha—andar se uski maa ki awaaz aayi,

“Arrey, aa gayi meri bitiya! Aryan bhi saath hai kya?”

Pranali ne bag side mein rakh diya, Aryan ko mamta se jor se pakad kar andar chali gayi. Uski maa ne turant Aryan ko god mein le liya, uski naani waali khushboo, soft pyaar se cheek pe kiss. Aryan bhi maayke ke comfort mein khilkhilane laga.

Papa drawing room mein newspaper chhod kar turant aa gaye—unhone Pranali ko thoda awkward par proud hug diya.

“Kya haal hai? Bohot slim ho gayi hai tu… Mirzapur ne patla kar diya kya?”

Sab haas pade, pehli baar Pranali bhi heart se muskuraayi.

Tabhi chhoti behen Rhea aayi, full masti mood mein—

“Didi! Tu asli mein aa gayi? Yeh Aryan ko mujhe de… mujhe Insta pe post daalna hai!”

Pranali has padhi, Aryan ko behen ke hawale kar diya, Rhea usse selfies lene lagi—Aryan ke piche piche poore ghar mein.

Maa kitchen se ladoo aur chai le aayi,

“Kuch khaya bhi hai ya seedha yahan aa gayi? Beta, yahan sab apna hai—apne ghar ki hawa le, stress sab bhool ja.”

Papa ne Aryan ko godh mein lekar cartoon channel lagaya, Aryan ek pal mein Mumbai mode mein khush.

Pranali ne finally bag ek kone mein daal diya, hair loose kiye, saree thoda lose ki, aur sofa par legs curl karke baith gayi—ek dum relaxed, ek dum apne logon ke beech. Maa ne haath pakad ke bola,

“Mirzapur bhool ja, kuch din bas yahaan maa ki god mein so.”

Chhoti behen ne gossip shuru kar diya—kaunse actor trending hain, kaunsi web series dekhni hai, kiski shaadi ho gayi, Mumbai ki latest khabar. Pranali ke liye yeh sab ek soothing balm tha—koi questions nahi, koi judgement nahi, sirf family ka warmth.

Raat ko Aryan mummy ke paas so gaya, Pranali terrace par chai lekar khud ke saath baith gayi. She finally breathed—deep, slow, for herself.

“Shayad kuch din yahan main phir se Pranali Sharma ban sakti hoon. Na Munna ki, na Mirzapur ki, na guilt ki…”
Aaj raat, usne phone side pe daal diya—na Munna ka credit card, na Sharad ka message. Sirf apni maa, papa, behen, aur Aryan ka laughter… Mumbai ki sukoon waali hawa, ek pal ke liye asli freedom.


Mumbai ki fresh air aur family warmth ke baad Pranali aaj poori alag energy mein thi. Aryan ko maa ke hawale kiya, ek quick hug diya, aur college ke purane dost se milne ke liye jeans aur fitted pastel top pehna—hair open, minimal makeup, lips par soft pink gloss. She looked younger, lighter, and for the first time in months, unapologetically herself.

Mall ke food court mein, ek table pe baithi coffee sipp kar rahi thi, do dost side mein latest gossip mein busy the. Pranali has rahi thi, achanak uski nazar entrance par padhi… aur uski smile freeze ho gayi.
Woh tha—Sharad Shukla.
Sunglasses, crisp linen shirt, designer jeans, aur Mumbai ki bheed mein bhi ek alag confidence. Jaise hi Pranali ki nazar usse mili, Sharad seedha uski table ki taraf badh gaya, lips pe ek naughty grin.
Sharad:
“Mirzapur se Mumbai tak… coincidence ya kismet, Pranali?”
Pranali ek second ke liye shocked, phir awkward laugh,
“Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Stalking toh nahi kar rahe?”
Sharad (teasing):
“Tumhare liye Mumbai aana pada, aur kya! By the way, jeans-top mein tum… uff, Mirzapur waali saree forget kar do, yahan toh asli bomb lag rahi ho.”
Uski dosti waali dost ek urgent call ka excuse bana ke suddenly uthi,
“Yaar, ek kaam aa gaya. Tum log enjoy karo, I’ll ping you later!”
Aur ek wink ke saath table chhod diya.
Ab table pe sirf Pranali aur Sharad the. Mumbai ke mall ka hustle-bustle unke beech ka tension double kar raha tha.
Sharad (with a soft smile):
“Toh… ab hum dono Mumbai mein, casual, without any baggage. Chalein thoda explore karein? Coffee toh meri treat hai—fir movies, ya beach? You look like you need a real break.”
Pranali ne thoda sharma ke, par aankhon mein new excitement ke saath bola,
“Thik hai, let’s hang out. But no Mirzapur talk, please.”
Sharad (smirk):
“Promise. Aaj bas tum, main… aur Mumbai ki masti.”
Donon side by side mall ki bheed mein kho gaye, ek alag world—Pranali jeans-top mein, thoda nervous but happy, Sharad uski khubsurti mein lost, Mumbai ki crowd ke beech ek naya rishta quietly bloom kar raha tha.


Sharad aur Pranali mall ke bheed se nikal kar coffee shop, phir arcade, phir thoda street shopping—sab kuch filmy aur light-hearted lag raha tha. Pranali jeans-top mein khud ko truly free mehsoos kar rahi thi; Mumbai ki crowd ke beech she could finally laugh out loud, teasing Sharad about his Mumbai driving skills and choice of sunglasses.

Sharad bhi aaj poora charming, every line slightly flirty but with that friend-zone ka comfort,
“Mirzapur ki queen ko Mumbai ka king hi guide karega, warna yeh shehar confuse kar dega!”
Coffee ke baad donon ne Marine Drive ki taraf walk kiya, sea breeze mein baal udte hue, Pranali ne genuinely smile kiya. Sharad ne masti mein uska haath pakda, thoda tease kiya,
“Itna hans rahi ho… pehli baar lag raha hai tum main ho, Pranali. Mirzapur mein toh sirf tension hi thi.”
Pranali ne shy smile ke saath, aankhon mein gratitude ke spark ke saath bola,
“Yahan sab kuch alag hai, Sharad. Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon main waapas jaungi bhi ya nahi…”
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua—Munna calling.
Pranali ne screen dekhi, thoda uncomfortable ho gayi, Sharad ne side glance diya. She picked up,
“Haan, Munna?”
Munna ki voice naughty aur bold,
“Kya kar rahi ho, madam? Missing me? Mumbai mein bhi koi hero mila kya, ya ab bhi sirf Munna ka nasha hai?”
Pranali ne control kiya,
“Main mall mein hoon, friends ke saath. Tum kaise ho?”
Munna ka tease thoda aur bold,
“Bas, yaad aa rahi thi tumhari. Waapas aana jaldi, nahi toh Mumbai mein sab kuch karne ki ijaazat mat samajhna.”
Sharad samajh gaya kaun phone pe hai, usne thoda comic face banaya, lips pe mock jealous pout—Pranali ka tension thoda hil gaya, aankhon mein smile aa gayi. Munna se call khatam kar ke, she let out a sigh.
Sharad (soft, honest):
“Dekho, Pranali… mujhe malum hai tum kis phase mein ho. Main help kar sakta hoon. Agar kabhi chahiye, Mirzapur, Mumbai, jahan bhi—just call me, theek hai?”
Pranali ne instantly head shake kiya,
“Nahi, Sharad. Tum already mere liye kaafi kar chuke ho. Tumhara involved hona… mujhe nahi lagta yeh theek hai. Mujhe nahi chahiye tum kisi bhasad mein phanso, please.”
Sharad ne ek second ke liye uski aankhon mein dekha, then gently, genuinely smile kiya—
“Theek hai, madam. Lekin ek promise karo—kabhi bhi lage, tum akeli ho… toh at least ek text toh kar dena.”
Pranali ne laugh kiya,
“Pakki baat. Aur waise bhi, aaj ka Mumbai date experience, main kabhi nahi bhoolungi!”
Donon ne masti mein selfie li, thoda aur walk kiya, choti choti baaton pe has rahe the. Finally, sunset hone laga, Sharad ne apni car bulayi, and as they drove towards her home, car ke andar ek soft, peaceful silence tha.
House ke corner pe car stop hui.
Sharad ne light sa tease karte hue bola,
“Safe rehna, filhaal Mumbai mein koi Munna type dikh raha ho toh bata dena!”
Pranali ne thoda blush kiya, eyes genuine gratitude se bhari hui—
“Thank you, Sharad. For today. For everything.”
Sharad ne gently hug kiya, not too long, bas enough to say “I’m here.”
“Anytime, Pranali. Aur, Mumbai ki hawa mein khud ko kho ja—Mirzapur ka tension yahin chhod dena.”
Pranali ghar chali gayi, smile karte hue, heart thoda lighter… aur for the first time in ages, hopeful.

Dinner ke baad, Pranali apne bedroom ki balcony mein coffee mug le kar baithi thi. Thakan kam thi, dil halkasa light. Family ki laughter kitchen se aa rahi thi, Aryan apni nani ke saath busy tha. Mobile pe notifications ka soft ping aaya—Sharad.

Usne phone unlock kiya—WhatsApp par ek album. Sharad ne mall aur Marine Drive ki kuch candid pics bheji thi—Pranali ki bina pose waali, khud se chhupi hui genuine smiles, ek picture mein woh coffee sip kar rahi hai, doosre mein sea breeze mein baal ud rahe hain, ek mein woh Sharad ko mock-pout kar rahi hai. Sharad ka message aaya:
Sharad:
"Tu hasti hui sabse acchi lagti hai. Mumbai ne asli Pranali nikal di."
Pranali ki lips par ek real, blush waali smile aa gayi—kuch time baad aaj pehli baar woh apne aap ko kisi ki aankhon se dekh paayi thi, bina guilt ke.
Phir ek aur ping:
Sharad:
"By the way, main bohot accha cook hoon. Dinner try karegi mere haath ka? Safe, casual, main khud banata hoon. Chahiye toh ghar pe Aryan ko chhod dena, full family safe zone hai."
Pranali ne coffee ka ek sip liya, socha—Sharad ke saath comfortable feel karti hoon. Mumbai ki raat, ek trusted friend, safe vibes… harmless hi toh hai, hai na?
Usne casually reply kiya:
Pranali:
"Deal! Tumhare haath ka khana kaunsi Mumbai ki special dish hai? Warning de rahi hoon, main review dene mein strict hoon!"
Sharad (instantly):
"Challenge accepted, madam! 8 baje, address send kar raha hoon. Veg, non-veg, dessert sab milega. Bas tu smile lekar aa jaana."
Pranali ne smile ki, aur phone side par rakh diya. Thodi excitement, thoda thrill, par sabse zyada comfort—jaisa koi purana dost ho, ya ek nayi shuruaat.
Us raat, Mumbai ki hawa aur soft lag rahi thi—ek pal ke liye, guilt, Mirzapur, aur Munna sab piche chhoot gaye.


Pranali apni maa ke room ke door par rukkar halki si smile ke saath bola,

“Maa, aaj dinner pe ja rahi hoon. Ek purane dost ke ghar. Aryan ko mat sambhal lena, late ho sakti hoon.”
Maa ne warm, teasing smile di,
“Beta, tu yahan khush hai toh sab theek hai. Aryan toh apni nani ka hero hai, tu befikr ja.”
Bedroom ke mirror ke saamne, Pranali aaj Mumbai ki raat ko fully live karna chahti thi. Usne ek beautiful, fitted floral dress nikali—sleeveless, pastel colors, thoda above the knee, neckline elegant but thoda bold, pehli baar Mirzapur ki saree se bahar. Baal loose curls mein, soft nude lipstick, halki kajal, dewy blush, aur ek delicate perfume.
Sabse khaas: usne apna mangalsutra—woh Mirzapur wali pehchaan—neend mein se nikala, chest pe gently settle kar diya. Dress ke neckline pe mangalsutra ki black beads aur gold locket shine kar rahe the, ek reminder ki she can be both—modern, confident, aur apni roots wali.
Mirror mein khud ko dekha—kuch seconds tak apni hi aankhon mein hairan thi,
“Itni alag lag rahi hoon… yeh bhi main hoon?”
Face pe ek genuine, thoda nervous, thoda playful smile. Yeh Mumbai Pranali alag thi—thoda bold, thoda cute, thoda sexy.
She grabbed her purse, mobile, quick touch-up, aur heels slip kiye. Taxi ke liye book kiya, jab cab gate pe ruki toh maa ne last time pyar se haath hila diya. Pranali ne Aryan ko kiss kiya,
“Mama aa jayegi, tu so jaana.”
Cab ke backseat mein baithi, dress ke hem ko thoda set kiya, mangalsutra gently adjust kiya. Mumbai ki lights, monsoon breeze, aur uske dil mein ek nayi excitement thi.
Phone pe Sharad ka message blink kar raha tha:
"Waiting… and yes, I’m nervous too. :)"
Car ke window se she watched city lights—jaanthi thi yeh raat normal nahi hone waali, par aaj usne decide kiya tha—“Mujhe ek raat apne liye chahiye.”
Sharad ke house ki taraf cab speed se nikal gayi—ek new chapter, ek nayi Pranali.

Cab ne upscale building ke saamne brake lagayi. Pranali ne ek deep breath li, purse sambhala, aur lift se Sharad ke floor tak aayi. Corridor ka lighting soft tha, har kadam pe ek nayi nervous excitement. She checked her dress, adjusted the mangalsutra, and pressed the bell.

Door khula—Sharad khud, casual jeans, white shirt ki sleeves rolled, thode messy hair, lekin smile mein full warmth.
Usne Pranali ko top to toe dekha, aankhon mein honest wonder—
“Wow… Pranali. Sach bolu toh Mumbai ne tujhe aur bhi stunning bana diya. Mirzapur ki rani se Mumbai ki dreamgirl… what a transformation!”
Pranali thoda blush hui,
“Sharad, bas kar, ab toh dinner bhi nahi diya tune aur itni tareef…”
Sharad ne side step kiya,
“Aao, chef ka masterpiece taste karo!”
Living room mein soft jazz chal raha tha, table pe candles, fresh flowers, aur ek perfectly set dinner. Kitchen se mild masale ki khushboo aa rahi thi.
Sharad ne chair khinch di,
“Aaj ki special menu—Mumbai street-style starters, tumhare liye homemade pasta, aur mainne dessert bhi khud banaya!”
Pranali ne dress ki straps set ki, hair behind ear kiya, aur baithi—mangalsutra chest pe perfectly set. Sharad ki aankhen kabhi dress pe, kabhi mangalsutra pe tik rahi thi, ek sweet respect, ek playful desire.
Dinner ke beech Sharad light, flirty banter karta raha:
“Waise, itne din Mirzapur mein kya miss kiya? Mumbai mein sab allowed hai, ab yahan tum meri guest ho—rules kuch bhi ho sakte hain!”
Pranali smile karte karte laugh out loud ho gayi,
“Yahan safe feel hota hai… aur tumhare haath ka khana bhi waaqai kamaal hai!”
Thodi der baad, Sharad ne soft gaze se poocha:
“Tu sach mein khush hai na, Pranali?”
Us pal Pranali ne sach mein socha—this was the first time in months she felt genuinely light. She nodded,
“Haan… aaj toh hoon. Thank you, Sharad.”
Desert ke time pe, Sharad ne apna classic Sharad-style tease kiya:
“Agar main kehta hoon, kal subah tak yahin ruk jao, toh…?”
He winked, but his eyes me real respect tha—no pressure, just a gentle dare.
Pranali thoda sharma gayi, but aaj she felt safe enough to play along.
“Dekhte hain… tumhari dessert kitni meethi hai!”
Donon ki aankhon mein woh playful tension, ek nayi dosti, ek slow-burning attraction. Night Mumbai ke lights ke saath aur bhi khoobsurat ho gayi.




Dinner ke baad, Mumbai ki balcony pe thandi hawa thi. Candles ki soft roshni, light wine, aur khula sky—Pranali felt more alive than she had in years.

She turned to Sharad, curiosity in her voice,
“Waise tum sach mein yahan kaise? Politics toh Mirzapur ki jaan hai…”
Sharad ne glass swirl karte hue casual tone mein bataya,
“Ek do meetings thi—MLAs, kuch alliances… Mirzapur sirf start hai, Mumbai ki politics alag game hai. Par honestly, main tumhare break ka bhi reason tha. Thoda Mumbai ka sukoon chahiye tha.”
Pranali laugh ki, thoda blush bhi kiya,
“Yahan safe feel hota hai, Sharad. Mirzapur ki hawa hi kuch alag hai… yahan lagta hai jaise main phir se jee sakti hoon.”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein deep, gentle nazar dali, aur wine ka glass uski taraf slide kiya,
“Enjoy karo, yeh night sirf tumhari hai. Baaki sab bhasad, Mirzapur, politics—sab kal ke liye.”
Pranali ne sip li, shoulders drop ho gaye—she laughed more openly, baal udte hue, wine se cheeks red ho gaye. Music mein thoda groove karti, table pe candle light mein aur bhi khoobsurat lag rahi thi.
Dil ke kone mein ek strange peace thi—maybe I’m in love? Or just finally free? Sharad ke saath woh apni guard poori tarah neeche kar chuki thi.
Tabhi Sharad ka phone ring hua.
Usne Pranali ko ek soft “Just a minute” bola, aur balcony se living room mein chala gaya.
Sharad ka face instantly change ho gaya—Mirzapur ke old game mode mein.
Screen par caller ID: Soham.
Sharad ne call pick kiya, voice mein sarcasm aur pride dono:
“Arre Soham! Teri biwi aaj Mumbai mein mere ghar par hai, kya maal lag rahi hai yaar. Full modern look mein, wine pee ke to aur bhi ready lag rahi hai. Aaj toh… sach bolun, poori raat isko tod dunga.”
Uski laugh mein open lust aur Mirzapur ka dikhawa tha.
Soham bhi relaxed tone mein—Mirzapur ke asli villain jaise,
“Bhai, deal yaad rakhna. Jab vo finally chud gayi, toh paise ready rakhio. Par click bhej de, dekhu toh sahi kitni hot lag rahi hai.”
Sharad ne living room ki light mein ek perfect candid click li—Pranali window ke paas, glass mein wine, dress ki straps pe mangalsutra resting, lost in thought. Bina kuch bole pic WhatsApp par drop ki, Soham ne pic dekh ke halki si whistle ki,
“Wah bhai! Yaar, Mirzapur ki simple biwi ab Mumbai ki queen ho gayi hai. Tu kamal karta hai!”
Soham ne phone rakh diya, lips pe dark chuckle—Plan working. Paisa bhi, power bhi, revenge bhi.
Sharad ne phone pocket mein daal diya, mask pehen kar wapas balcony pe aaya. Pranali ab bhi khush thi, aankhon mein innocence, usko bilkul andaza nahi ki she was the center of this dirty deal—ki do mard uski zindagi ko game ki tarah khel rahe hain.
Sharad uski taraf wapas aaya, smile mein warmth, aankhon mein plan.
“Bas kaam ki call thi—chalein dessert try karein? Ya balcony ki hawa mein thoda aur music?”
Pranali ne ek carefree laugh diya,
“Aaj music and masti, bas Mirzapur ki baatein banned!”
Us raat, Mumbai ki balcony pe wine, laughter, thoda dance, aur ek nayi chemistry blossom hui—Pranali ko lag raha tha yeh ek nayi shuruaat hai, jabki asli Mirzapur game ab aur dangerous ho raha tha.

Mumbai—Sharad’s Apartment, Balcony, Night

Sharad ne soft playlist chalu kar diya. Marine Drive ki lights balcony se dikh rahi thi, hawa mein thoda nam, thoda sukoon. Pranali, ab wine ki halki nasha mein, railing pe baithi, bare arms cross karke, dress ke straps shoulder pe slide ho rahe the, mangalsutra ka locket uski collarbone pe softly rest karta.
Sharad uske paas aa kar khada ho gaya, do glasses refill kiye. Uski nazar baar baar Pranali ke khule baalon, aur dress ki neckline pe tik rahi thi—lekin chehre par sirf respect aur ek gentle warmth thi.
Sharad (softly):
“Yahan se Mumbai kuch zyada hi khubsurat lagti hai. Shayad kyunki aaj tu mere saath hai.”
Pranali ne sharmate hue, aankhen chura ke smile kiya. Wine, night, aur Sharad ka soft attention—sab kuch ek hi waqt pe light aur heavy dono lag raha tha.
Pranali:
“Pata hai, Sharad… main jaanti hoon yeh sab galat hai, ya kam se kam complicated… Lekin aaj pehli baar aisa lag raha hai jaise main sach mein kisi par bharosa kar sakti hoon. Tumhare saath main… khud ko bhool sakti hoon.”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein dekha—koee lust nahi, sirf honest, intense longing.
Sharad:
“Tu safe hai, Pranali. Jo bhi chahe, jitna chahe… bas yeh pal tere liye hai.”
Us pal kuch seconds ke liye dono sirf ek dusre ko dekhte rahe—koi heavy breathing, koi rush nahi, sirf ek subtle tension, ek pull jo dono deny nahi kar pa rahe the.
Pranali ne glass table pe rakh diya, balon ko ear ke peeche kiya, aur Sharad ke thoda aur paas aa gayi.
Sharad ne dheere se uska haath pakda, apni ungliyon mein interlock kiya. Pranali ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha, lekin aaj usne resistance nahi ki—she let herself lean in, shoulder uske against rest kar diya.
Sharad (whisper):
“Tujhe koi force nahi karega… main sirf yahin hoon. Bas yeh raat… jaise tu chaahe.”
Pranali ne aankhein band ki, aur apna head Sharad ke shoulder pe rakh diya. Wine ka nasha, balcony ki hawa, Sharad ki warmth—sab kuch ek meetha blur ban gaya.
Sharad ne dheere se uski aankhon ko, phir baalon ko kiss kiya—slow, respectful, longing bhara. Pranali ne shiver kiya, par she didn’t pull away.
Us moment mein, guilt, Mirzapur, Munna—sab kuch peeche chhoot gaya. Sirf woh Mumbai ki raat, balcony ka softness, aur ek nayi chahat thi. Pranali ki aankhon mein khud bhi hairani thi—Kaise koi itni jaldi itna apna lag sakta hai?
Balcony ki railing ke sahare, Pranali aur Sharad close baithe rahe—hands intertwined, slow, shy, and deeply connected. Unspoken words, gentle touch, aur wine ki warmth—yeh raat ka magic tha.

Wine ka nasha ab utar raha tha, lekin balcony ki raat abhi bhi dreamy thi. Marine Drive ke lights door chamak rahe the, hawa mein thodi thandak thi. Pranali Sharad ki baahon mein cozily simat chuki thi, cheek uske chest pe, aankhon mein kuch weight. Sharad ne gently uski baal se khelte hue poocha,

Sharad:
“Kya hua, Pranali? Aaj zyada chup si lag rahi ho…”
Pranali ne ek thandi saans li, phir dheere-dheere sab bol diya—Mirzapur, Munna ka obsession, uska possessiveness, sab kuch… kaise usne use force kiya, kaise kabhi-kabhi vo khud bhi confuse ho gayi, kabhi majboor, kabhi khud guilty. Tears uski aankhon se nikal aaye, voice heavy ho gayi,
“Kabhi kabhi lagta hai main toot chuki hoon, Sharad. Munna ke saath sab kuch zabardasti lagta hai… main sirf ek body ban gayi hoon. Par tumhare saath… main phir se zinda mehsoos karti hoon. Tumhe sab kuch sach bol diya, ab main aur kuch nahi chhupana chahti.”
Sharad ne uski aankhen ponch di, dono haath se uska face gently pakad liya,
“Tu kisi ki property nahi hai, Pranali. Main hoon tere saath, chahe kuch bhi ho.”
Us pal mein, Pranali ne Sharad ki aankhon mein woh care, woh longing dekhi—jisme na Mirzapur ki politics thi, na Munna ka andhera, sirf ek real, raw chahat thi.
She reached up, slowly, and kissed Sharad—first tentatively, then deeply. Sharad ne bhi us kiss ko pura feel kiya, dono ki saansen tez ho gayi, haath ek dusre ki body explore karne lage—gentle but hungry, new lovers ki tarah. Pranali ne Sharad ki shirt ke buttons dheere-dheere open kiye, uski chest ko softly touch kiya. Sharad ne Pranali ke bare arms pe slow kisses diye, collarbone se leke neck tak, wine aur desire ki mix scent un dono ke beech thi.
Balcony ki railing ke sahare, Pranali ne apne aap ko Sharad ki baahon mein surrender kar diya—she pressed closer, arms around his neck, lips on lips, teeth biting, tongue searching. Sharad ne uski dress ki straps shoulder se slide ki, uske back ko bare touch kiya. Pranali ka mangalsutra uske cleavage pe rest karta raha, aur aaj usne us chain ko guilt nahi, bas ek reminder ki tarah mehsoos kiya—ki aaj woh apni marzi se kisi ko apni raat de rahi hai.
Passion, wildness, and first-love-type innocence—sab kuch ek saath. Unke moans Mumbai ki raat mein kho gaye, unke kisses deep hote gaye, dono balcony ke dark corner mein new couple ki tarah fully lost. Pranali ki saansen break ho gayi, Sharad ke touch pe woh tremble karne lagi, aur uske lips se sirf Sharad ka naam nikal aaya—
“Sharad… aaj sirf tumhare liye hoon…”
Us raat, Pranali ne finally guilt ko peeche chhod diya—Sharad ki baahon mein, balcony ki moonlight mein, new lovers ki tarah, full surrender ke saath.



Sharad ki balcony ki hawa ab aur tez lag rahi thi, ya shayad un dono ki saansen tez ho gayi thi. Passionate kiss se start hua moment aur wild ho chuka tha. Sharad ne Pranali ko apni strong arms mein utha liya, uski back thodi arch karte hue seedha living room ke sofa par gently le aaya.

Pranali ab uske neeche thi, uske legs sofa pe curl ho gayi, dress ka strap shoulder se slide ho chuka tha. Sharad ne bina break liye, uske lips ko dubara capture kiya—deep, wet, hungry kisses, lips par bite, tongue ki teasing. Pranali ki soft moans unke beech ka distance aur mita rahi thi.
"Mmm… Sharad…"
Sharad ne lips se nikal kar, Pranali ke ear lobe ko gently lick kiya, fir thoda softly bite kiya. Uske haath ab uski bare arms se neck par, fir collarbone tak travel kar rahe the.
Pranali ka head back ho gaya, uske bal uske face pe aa gaye, uski body pure surrender mode mein thi.
She started unbuttoning Sharad ki shirt, fingers thodi shaky—excitement aur desire ki mix mein. Kabhi lips se bite, kabhi uske shoulder pe soft teeth ka mark. Sharad bhi wild ho chuka tha—usne Pranali ke neck ko thoda aur roughly kiss kiya, ek soft hickey create ki.
Dress ab pura off-shoulder ho chuka tha, neckline niche slide ho gayi thi. Sharad ke haath ab uski bare back par, uski skin ke softness ko trace karte hue. Pranali ki dress thigh tak upar ho gayi thi—uske smooth legs, delicate panty ki line tak, saari skin exposed thi.
Sharad ke haath ab Pranali ki waist, thighs aur hips ko caress kar rahe the. She arched her back, letting him explore, breathing heavy—har touch par uske lips se soft, broken moans nikal rahe the.
"Sharad… I want you…"
Sharad ne apni shirt finally nikal di, bare chest pe Pranali ne nails drag kiye, ek wild, passionate energy ke saath. He bent down, started kissing her chest, collarbone, slowly moving down, while his hands gently traced the curves of her body, lifting her dress higher.
Unki moans, kisses, aur touches—sab kuch Mumbai ki raat ke magic mein kho gaya. Sofa par, ek dusre ko completely explore karte, dono naye lovers ki tarah apne bodies aur feelings ko khol rahe the.



Sharad ne jab Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha, usse instantly samajh aa gaya—aaj Pranali ki aankhon mein ek alag si, wild, khud-se-chahiye energy thi. Uske lips parted, breaths ragged, eyes sparkling with anticipation. Sharad ka dil tez dhadak raha tha—not just at her beauty, but at the realisation ki uski dosti ki biwi aaj apni poori marzi se, khud uske niche thi, ready to give in without any force—just desire.

Sharad ke lips par ek slow, victorious smile aaya. Usne Pranali ka top dheere-dheere upar slide kiya, uski bare stomach, slim waist, aur toned midriff pe haath ghumate hue, top ko poori tarah head ke upar se nikaal diya. Ab Pranali sirf apne bra aur panty mein uske samne thi—sofa pe, dim lights mein, body glowing.
Pranali ne aaj ek sexy, yet simple dark maroon lacy bra pehna tha—deep plunge, soft cups, straps thode thin, perfectly framing her full, natural breasts. Uska cleavage mangalsutra ke saath bold aur tempting lag raha tha. Niche, usne matching maroon bikini-cut panty pehni thi—hips pe snug fit, lacy edges, curves ko hug karti hui, thigh pe ek chhota birthmark dikh raha tha.
Her dress now pooled around her hips, legs open, thoda bent at the knee, sofa par poori tarah relaxed but inviting. Skin par halka sweat, lips swollen from kisses, eyes pure fire—she looked like a dream, wild and free, poori tarah apne passion ke control mein.
Sharad ne ek pal uski body ko slowly dekha, hands lingering on her waist, then hips, then tracing the line of her bra.
"Pagal bana rahi ho, Pranali… ab control nahi ho raha."
Pranali ne bhi, desire bhari smile ke saath, Sharad ko apni taraf kheench liya,
"Aaj main sab kuch chahungi… poora. Sirf tumhara. Abhi."
Unka chemistry ab control ke bahar ho chuka tha—kissing, biting, touching, bodies tangled in the wildest way possible. Sofa par, maroon lace, soft moans, tangled legs—Mumbai ki raat us raat Mirzapur se bhi zyada dangerous, zinda, aur yaadgar ho gayi.

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Sharad ne dekha, Pranali ki panty pehle se hi thodi wet thi. Uske lips pe ek naughty smile aa gayi. Pranali ko ye feel ho gaya, toh usne thoda sharmake apne legs cross kar liye, jaise apni excitement chhupa rahi ho.

Sharad ne mazaak mein uske crossed legs ko gently open kiya,
“Arre, kya chhupa rahi ho?”
Phir usne uski panty dheere se nikaal di. Uski aankhen Pranali ki chut par gayi—jo clearly wet thi, soft pink shade, fresh, aur ek inviting sa smell tha. Sharad ne thoda tease karte hue usko gently lick kiya, Pranali ki body mein ek jhatka sa feel hua.
Sharad ne tease karte hue bola,
“Lagta hai Munna aur Soham dono acche se iska khayal rakhte hain, haan?”
Pranali ne sharmake thoda jor se,
“Shut up, Sharad!”
bol diya, cheeks lal ho gaye. Sharad ispe aur zor se hans pada, phir upar aaya aur uski bra utar di. Uske nipples hard ho rahe the, full boobs dekh kar Sharad ko aur maza aane laga. Usne uske nipples ko lips mein lock kiya, suck kiya, chusa, poori tarah lost ho gaya.
Phir, Sharad ne ek ungli dheere se Pranali ki chut mein daal di—warm, wet, ready. Pranali se control nahi hua,
“Ahhh… Sharad…”
uske lips se nikal gaya.
Sharad ne fir se tease kiya,
“Bolo… Munna aur Soham acche se rakhte hain na iska khayal?”
Pranali ab poori tarah sharm se laal thi, but Sharad ki finger ab andar ja chuki thi, aur pleasure sab kuch dominate kar raha tha. Dheere se, usne admit kiya,
“Nahi… Soham toh kab ka chhod chuka hai… Munna hi hai… Munna hi karta hai ab sab kuch…”
Sharad ne yeh sunte hi finger aur deep push ki, Pranali ki moans aur loud ho gayi. Uske liye yeh confession bhi utna hi wild tha, jitna uska touch.

Sharad ka teasing mood ab full wild ho chuka tha. Uski finger ab andar-bahar fast hone lagi, aur Pranali ki moans aur loud ho gayi. Sharad ne thoda dirty puch liya,

“Bata, kis ka bada hai—Munna ya Soham?”
Pranali ab pura heat mein thi, aankhen half closed, face pure pleasure se laal,
“Munna ka… Munna ka bada hai… aur tight feel hota hai…”
She moaned, hips uski finger pe grind ho rahe the.
Sharad ne yeh sunke speed aur tez kar di, do ungliyaan use stretch karte hue,
“Toh Munna hi sab kuch deta hai ab tujhe, haan?”
Pranali ne bas aur loud moan kiya,
“Aaahh… Sharad… aur tez karo… ufff… tum best ho… please, aur…”
Next moment, Sharad ne apna face uski chut ke bilkul paas laaya, tongue se slow lick start kiya, then wild ho gaya—full lips se suck karna, tongue deep dalna, pura wet kar diya. Pranali ab full control lose kar chuki thi, body sofa pe twist ho rahi thi, haath Sharad ke baalon mein,
“Aaahh… Sharad… aur tez… aur tez… please, mujhe abhi…”
Sharad ab wild ho chuka tha—lips, tongue, fingers sab kuch ek saath use torturing pleasure de rahe the. Pranali ab loud, uninhibited moaning,
“Yesss… oh god… tum best ho… please, rukna mat… mujhe abhi… main…”
Aur phir, ek intense orgasm wave ke saath, Pranali ki body jhatak gayi—poori tarah cum kar gayi, breathless, exhausted, sweat mein gleaming, uske lips se bas wild broken sounds nikal rahe the.
Sharad ne apna face upar uthaya, lips pe naughty smile,
“Yahi toh dekhna tha… Mirzapur ki rani, Mumbai mein itni wild!”
Pranali ab bhi sofa pe helpless, legs open, chest upar-niche, aankhon mein nasha aur satisfaction.

Pranali ab pure heat aur mood mein thi. Uski aankhon mein wild spark tha, aur lips pe naughty smile. Usne Sharad ko tease karte hue,

"Abhi tak sirf tumne mujhe tease kiya hai, ab dekho main kya karti hoon…"
Sharad ko usne sofa pe lita diya, khud uske beech baithi, apne bal side karte hue uski pants ki zip dheere-dheere khol di. Zip khulti hi, Sharad ka lund hard aur thick nikal aaya—ek pal ke liye Pranali khud bhi shocked thi.
Ye toh Munna jitna lamba hai, par thoda choda aur tedha… yeh toh kuch alag hi level hai!
Uske lips pe instant smile aa gayi—yeh naye flavor ka excitement alag tha.
Sharad bhi full anticipation mein, uski aankhen Pranali ki har move par tik gayi. Pranali ne ek pal Sharad ke lund ko haath mein pakda, gently squeeze kiya, uski thickness feel ki, aur phir bina kisi warning ke apne lips se uske tip ko touch kiya.
Ek second mein hi Pranali ne pura lund apne mooh mein le liya, tongue se slow lick karte hue, uska head deep le gayi. Sharad ki saans atak gayi,
"Ohhh… Pranali… shit… tum… uff!"
Pranali ab full beast mode mein thi—bal ek haath se peeche kheench liye, doosre haath se Sharad ka lund stroke karte hue, apne mooh mein deep-throat kar rahi thi. She started slow, pura tip lick karti, fir base tak le jaati, saliva ka string lips pe, eyes Sharad ki aankhon mein—poora control uske haath mein tha.
Har thrust pe Pranali ke lips se slurp, wet sounds nikal rahe the,
"Mmm… tumhe taste karna tha…"
Kabhi uska lund ko pura mouth mein ghuma ke, kabhi tip ko tight lips se suck karte, kabhi uske balls ko tongue se tease karte.
Sharad ka body twist ho raha tha, uski moans ab loud ho rahi thi,
"Fuuuck, Pranali… tumhe koi match nahi… yeh kahan se seekha?"
Pranali ne thoda naughty smile ke saath, Sharad ka lund fir se deep throat kiya, pura mouth stretch ho gaya, eyes thoda watery, lekin uska enjoyment sabse zyada tha. She kept going, kabhi fast, kabhi slow, kabhi lund ko base tak le jaake, kabhi sirf tip pe focus karte hue—poori tarah Sharad ko weak bana diya.
Ab Sharad bas uske bal pakad ke, head rock kar raha tha,
"Don’t stop… tu aaj mujhe khatam kar degi…"
Pranali ki lips ab red, face pe saliva ka shine, aur eyes mein only wild hunger. Yeh oral pleasure uske liye bhi nasha tha—first time, kisi aur lund ka taste, shape, aur power feel kar rahi thi, poora room mein sirf unki moans aur wild, messy sounds gungun rahi thi.





Sharad ab full wild ho chuka tha, Pranali ka head uske lund pe press karte hue, moaning with pure pleasure. Pranali bhi apni tongue ka magic dikhate dikhate Sharad ko edge pe le aayi thi. Lekin ek pal pe, Pranali ruk gayi.

Sharad, thoda breathless, thoda confused,
"Kya hua, baby?"
Pranali ne naughty smile di, aur khud sofa par khadi ho gayi. Apna dress aur panty adjust ki, Sharad ka thick, tedha lund apne haath mein pakda, usko tease karte hue tip ko apni wet chut ke lips pe rub kiya. Sharad ki eyes full anticipation mein thi.
Agla moment, Pranali slowly Sharad ke upar baith gayi, apni wet chut se uska lund poora andar slide kar diya. Jese hi uska lund andar gaya, Pranali ke lips se ek wild, uncontrollable moan nikal gaya,
"Ohhh… Sharad… fuck… yeh kaisa lund hai… itna alag… itna deep lag raha hai…"
Uski chut literally Sharad ke lund ko andar kheench rahi thi, uska tedha aur thoda choda shape usko ek alag hi jagah pe hit kar raha tha, har thrust pe pleasure ka wave aata raha. Pranali ab Sharad ke upar full control mein, slow upar-niche hone lagi, apne hips roll karte hue, har motion pe body pura arch ho raha tha.
Pranali ki moans ab aur wild ho gayi thi,
"Ahhh… Sharad… aur deep… aur strong… mujhe yeh tedha lund chahiye… yeh alag hi nasha hai…"
Sharad bhi ab poora wild ho gaya—he started thrusting up from below, dono haath se Pranali ke boobs ko tightly pakad liya, kabhi squeeze karta, kabhi nipples pinch karta, kabhi lean karke boobs ko lips se suck karta,
"Tu kitni tight hai, Pranali… itna gila toh kabhi kisi ke saath nahi feel hua…"
Pranali ab full heat mein, boobs Sharad ke face pe push kar rahi thi, har thodi der mein Sharad uske boobs ko chus leta, saliva aur bite marks chhodta hua.
Room ke andar sirf skin ki thap-thap, wild moans, aur Pranali ke hips ka upar-niche grind karna—dono ke liye yeh raat ek alag hi junoon thi, Sharad ka lund poora uski chut mein lost, and Pranali ab fully out of control.
"Aur… Sharad… aur tez… mujhe aur chahiye… mujhe khatam kar do aaj!"
Sharad ne speed aur badha di, uska lund ab har jagah hit kar raha tha, Pranali ki chut se wet sounds aur moans gungun rahi thi, dono apne climax ke edge pe aa rahe the—pure wild, messy, and uninhibited.




Sharad ka control ab bilkul chala gaya tha. Pranali ki wild ride ne use pure edge pe la diya tha. Ek moment, Sharad ne Pranali ko apni strong arms mein pakda, uske hips ke neeche haath dala aur poori body utha li—Pranali ab literally uske arms mein thi, legs Sharad ke around tightly wrapped, hair messy, lips parted with moans.

"Sharad… oh god… yeh kya kar rahe ho… itna wild!"
Pranali ki saans tez thi, body sweat se chamak rahi thi.
Sharad ne uska lund andar hi rehne diya, Pranali ko utha ke pura room cross kiya, har step pe uska lund uski chut ke andar friction create kar raha tha, Pranali ka body shake ho raha tha. Moan ki awaaz itni loud thi,
"Ahhh… haan… Sharad… itna deep… aur do… aur do!"
Table ke paas aakar, Sharad ne Pranali ko table par gently, lekin ek wild energy ke saath lita diya—Pranali ab table pe back ke bal thi, legs table ke edge se latak rahi thi, dress puri kamar tak upar, boobs exposed, nipples hard.
Sharad khud table ke edge pe aaya, Pranali ki legs ko wide spread kiya, apna lund direct uski chut ke andar fit kiya, aur ab aur bhi fast, jor-jore se thrust karne laga. Table hil rahi thi, har thrust pe "thao thao" ki awaaz, wet sounds, skin ka collision—sab kuch mix ho gaya.
"Ohhh… haan… Sharad… aur tez… aur deep… mujhe tod do aaj!"
Pranali ab poori tarah wild thi, body curve ho rahi thi, hands table ki edge pakad ke rakh liye, boobs har thrust pe bounce kar rahe the.
Beech-beech mein, Sharad Pranali ke upar jhuk jata, uske lips ko deep, passionate kisses deta—kabhi lips bite karta, kabhi tongue se explore karta, moans ke beech mein "you’re fucking perfect" ya "I can’t get enough of you" bolta. Pranali bhi, kisses mein back le leti, tongue fight karti, ek dusre ko poora feel karte.
Sharad ne Pranali ke boobs ko dono haath se tight hold kiya, kabhi suck karta, kabhi nip pe bite, aur niche se non-stop fast thrusts.
"Mujhe sab kuch chahiye, Pranali… aaj tu sirf meri hai!"
Pranali ki moans ab uncontrollable thi, table ke upar, hair messy, cheeks red, lips swollen,
"Aur… aur… bas… mujhe khatam kar do… tumhare bina ab kuch nahi chahiye!"
Room mein ab bas "thao thao", wild kissing, aur dono ki broken, desperate moans gunj rahi thi—ek dam wild, uninhibited, Mirzapur x Mumbai night.






Sharad ka junoon abhi bhi control mein nahi tha. Table ka scene abhi khatam bhi nahi hua tha ki Sharad ne Pranali ko poori tarah apni baahon mein utha liya aur seedha bedroom le gaya. Bed pe gently lete hue, usne Pranali ki legs thodi aur open ki, uski chut pe haath se gentle, slow touch karte hua usko tease karne laga.

Pranali ne desperate moan ki,
“Sharad… common, don’t tease me ab!”
Uski body literally crave kar rahi thi, hips Sharad ki fingers ki taraf grind ho rahi thi.
Sharad ne thoda wild, naughty tone mein tease kiya,
“Toh bata, teenon mein kis ka lund tujhe sabse zyada pasand hai—Munna, Soham, ya mera?”
Pranali ab full heat mein, ek haath apni chut pe rub karte hue, aankhon mein wild fire,
“Bas, tumhara… Sharad! Sirf tumhara chahiye mujhe!”
Sharad ne bas yahi sunna tha. Without wasting a second, apna hard lund uski chut ke lips pe rub kiya, then poora force ke saath andar daal diya. Pranali ke lips se ek broken, wild moan nikal gaya,
“Aaahh… haan… Sharad… aur tez… mujhe tod do!”
Sharad ab upar tha, uske body pe press karke, fast, rough thrusts marne laga—bed ka headboard wall pe “thak thak” kar raha tha, har thrust pe Pranali ka body poora shake ho raha tha. Uske boobs Sharad ke chest pe press ho rahe the, kabhi Sharad unhe mouth mein leke suck karta, kabhi nipples bite karta, dono wild, messy, aur out of control ho gaye the.
Pranali ab apni chut pe ek haath se rub kar rahi thi, doosre se Sharad ki back ko scratch,
“Aur… aur… aur tez, Sharad! Mujhe poora bhar do!”
Sharad ab full speed pe, sweat drip kar raha tha,
“Yeh lo… sab kuch… sirf tere andar!”



Ek final, deep thrust ke saath, Sharad ne pura load uski pussy ke andar discharge kar diya. Pranali ki chut ab poori tarah se bhar gayi—warmth, pleasure, aur satisfaction ka perfect mix. Pranali ki body arch ho gayi, ek loud scream ke saath vo bhi cum kar gayi, poori tarah exhaust, sweaty, aur completely happy.

Sharad uske upar collapse kar gaya, dono heavily breathing, heartbeats wild.
Pranali ki aankhon mein full satisfaction aur lips pe blissful smile thi—aaj finally use apna asli sukoon mil gaya tha, sirf Sharad ki baahon mein.





Sharad still lay half atop Pranali, both bodies warm, tangled in sheets, breathing slowing down after the storm of passion. Bedroom mein dim light thi, Mumbai ki traffic ki halki awaaz door tak aa rahi thi. Pranali ke lips pe soft, tired smile thi, aur aankhon mein peace jaisa sukoon—jo shayad bohot dinon baad aaya tha.

Sharad ne uske baal gently ear ke peeche kiye, cheek pe soft kiss diya.
“Are you okay? Maine kuch zyada toh nahi kar diya na?”
His voice was unusually soft, full of genuine care.
Pranali ne apna haath uske face pe rakha, eyes half closed,
“No… mujhe aaj tak kabhi aisa nahi laga. Sharad, tumhare saath sab kuch… real lagta hai. Mujhe lagta tha main sirf kisi ki zarurat hoon, koi pyaar nahi kar sakta. Par aaj… lagta hai main phir se zinda hoon.”
Sharad uski aankhon mein direct dekhta raha,
“Main sirf tumhe chahta hoon, Pranali. Na Mirzapur, na politics—bas tu. Tumhara sab kuch, accha, bura, sab.”
Pranali ne uska hand pakda, aankhen nam si ho gayi.
“Mujhe darr lagta hai… ki yeh sab sirf ek khwaab hai. Kal sab kuch fir waise ho jayega. Mirzapur ki reality, Munna, Soham, guilt… sab.”
Sharad ne gently uska face apni taraf turn kiya,
“Jitna ho sake, main tere saath khushiyan laana chahta hoon. Jab tak main hoon, tu akeli nahi hai. Main tujhe kisi bhi dard se bachane ki koshish karunga.”
Pranali, ab thoda smile karte hue, uske chest pe apna head rakh diya,
“Promise? Mujhe sirf yeh raat nahi… yeh feeling hamesha chahiye.”
Sharad ne uske forehead pe deep kiss diya,
“Promise. Tere saath hoon. Jitna ho sake, jitna tum chahe.”
Donon kuch der tak silence mein, ek dusre ki saanson ki awaaz sunte rahe. Pranali ne aakhri baar whisper kiya—
“Thank you… for showing me I deserve more.”
Us raat, bed pe tangled bodies mein sirf warmth thi—guilt, dar, aur Mirzapur ki darkness sab kuch ek pal ke liye door tha. For the first time, Pranali ne apne aap ko kisi ki god mein safe mehsoos kiya—shaayad pyaar waala safe.



Morning – Sharad’s Apartment

Suraj ki halki roshni bedroom mein ghus aayi thi, aur Sharad aur Pranali tangled sheets mein, ek dusre ke paas, neend se dhire dhire jaag rahe the. Pranali ne aankhen kholi, stretch kiya, aur uske lips pe ek soft, dreamy smile aa gayi—raat ki yaadon ka nasha abhi bhi body mein tha.
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua. Maa ka naam screen pe dekhte hi Pranali thoda panic mein aayi, lekin Sharad ki smile dekh ke khud bhi blush kar gayi.
“Haan maa… haan main theek hoon. Haan, raat ko dost ke ghar ruk gayi thi. Abhi nikal rahi hoon, jaldi milti hoon, Aryan ko ready rakhna!”
Uski voice mein woh classic “new girlfriend” ki awkward masti thi—jaise college waali ladki apne boyfriend ke ghar pe palang todh ke chhup chhup ke ghar wapas ja rahi ho.
Call ke baad, Sharad abhi bhi usse dekhta hua smile kar raha tha. Pranali ne hurry mein kapde pehne, purse shoulder pe daala, aur exit ki taraf bhaagi. Jaate jaate, door pe ruk kar Sharad ko ek quick, passionate kiss de diya—
“Miss karungi… lunch ke baad pick kar lena, okay?”
Sharad ne mazaak mein pose banaya,
“Ma’am, aap order do, driver ready hai, boyfriend aur bhi ready hai!”
Pranali haste haste lift ki taraf chali gayi, heart light and happy, uska chehra abhi bhi glow kar raha tha. Building ke bahar, Sharad ka driver khada tha—full Mumbai style, polite smile ke saath.
“Madam, ghar chalo?”
Pranali ne blush karte sir hila diya, car mein baith gayi.
Jab gaadi chal padi, Pranali ne window se bahar dekha—Mumbai ki morning rush, par uske dil mein abhi bhi raat ka sukoon tha.
Pehli baar, Mirzapur ki bhasad se door, khud ke liye ek raat—ek nayi shuruaat…


Sharad fresh ho kar, living room ki window ke paas khada, apne phone se call lagata hai—screen pe: Soham. Lips pe ek victorious grin, aankhon mein Mirzapur ka asli game.

Call connect hote hi, Sharad masti bhari tone mein bolta hai,
“Bhai, teri biwi… what a woman, yaar! Full amazing! Ab tu tension mat le, agle kuch din roz uski chut marunga. Mazaa hi aa gaya.”
Soham bhi call par, apne ghar ke drawing room mein, ek glass whisky le kar baitha, full laugh mode mein,
“Mujhe toh khushi hai, Sharad! Glad you liked. Waise bhi deal toh deal hai, paisa bhi mil gaya, biwi bhi chud gayi—Mirzapur ki asli lottery!”
Sharad ne phone pe quick transfer kar diya,
“Check kar, 10 crore abhi tere account mein daal diye hain. Paisa bhi, maza bhi—full package!”
Soham ne turant phone par app khola—account balance dekhte hi aankhen chamak gayi, lips pe badi si smile:
“Bhai, kamaal kar diya! Itni badi rakam, ek hi din mein! Biwi chudwa ke life ban gayi… ab toh main whisky ke nasha mein doob jaunga.”
Uski aankhon mein na guilt tha, na regret—sirf paisa, power, aur nasha.
“Sharad, tujhe jitni baar chahiye, bol dena. Bas paisa aata rahe, game on!”
Sharad ne call cut kiya, apne whiskey glass ko cheers kiya—apne aap pe hans raha tha,
“Kitni asaan hai Mirzapur ki game… biwi kisi ki, power aur paisa mere.”
Aur peeche, Pranali, apni nayi khushi ke illusion mein, apne ghar ki taraf jaa rahi thi—use abhi tak kuch bhi andaza nahi tha ki uski zindagi kitni mehngi deal ka hissa ban chuki hai.

[Joker44]

Jese hi Pranali ghar pahunchi, Aryan ne seedha door pe daud lagayi.
“Mummaaaa!”
Aryan ne uski legs pakad li, chhota face poora smile se bright. Pranali ne usko god mein utha liya, tightly hug kiya, aur cheek pe bohot saara pyaar barsa diya.
“Sorry baby, mumma ne tujhe akela chhod diya kal. Miss kiya mujhe?”
Aryan ne seedha lips pe ek wet, chhota sa kiss de diya—“Bohot zyada, mumma!”
Pranali ki aankhen khushi se bhar gayi.
Usne Aryan ko sofa pe bitha diya, college ki stories sunte sunte ek pal ke liye guilt bhi aaya, par us din ki happiness sab kuch overpower kar gayi.
Thodi der baad, Pranali apne room mein gayi—bag bed pe daala, mirror ke saamne khud ko dekha. Baal messy, lips thode swollen, aankhon mein naya glow. Lekin jaise hi neckline pe nazar gayi, vo ek dum blush ho gayi—neck aur collarbone pe deep bite marks, thoda red, thoda purple. Chest pe bhi, strap se nikalte hi clear signs the—Sharad ka passion.
Usi waqt, choti behen Rhea room mein aayi—poori filmy tone mein,
“Oho! Didi, aaj toh lag raha hai puri raat kisi ke saath dhamal macha ke aa rahi ho!”
Pranali ne fake gussa dikha ke bola,
“Chup kar, pagal! Kuch bhi mat bol, tere jiju sun lenge toh kya sochenge?”
Rhea zor se hans padi,
“Mujhe toh sab dikh raha hai—waise glow toh badi mast aa rahi hai aajkal!”
Teasing face banate hue chali gayi, leaving Pranali red-faced, hair brush karte hue apne reflection ko dekhte—bite marks ki memories aur raat ki wildness phir se flash ho gayi.
Ek pal ke liye, usne collar pe hand rakha, blush karte, aankhon mein ek dreamy smile ke saath socha,
“Yeh marks, yeh feeling, yeh raat… mujhe hamesha yaad rahegi.”



Lunch table pe sab saath baithe the. Aryan apni nani ke saath masti kar raha tha, papa Sunday news padh rahe the, aur chhoti behen stories suna rahi thi. Pranali ne Aryan ko khilaya, khud bhi ghar ke khane ka maza liya—ghar ki dal-chawal, sabzi, salad, mummy ke haath ka achar, sab kuch comfort jaisa lag raha tha.
Khana khatam hote hi, Pranali apne phone le kar balcony mein chali gayi. Soham ko call kiya—do rings mein hi utha liya.
“Hi Soham, sab theek hai na wahan?”
Soham:
“Sab badhiya hai. Aryan theek hai?”
Pranali:
“Haan, Aryan toh bindaas hai! Main soch rahi hoon kuch din aur rukh jaaun, mummy ka health thoda low hai—shayad 10-15 din lag jayenge.”
Soham:
“Okay, koi tension nahi. Take care. Need kuch bhi ho toh bol dena.”
Pranali:
“Thanks. Tum bhi apna dhyaan rakhna.”
Short, formal sa conversation, Pranali ko andar se relief mila—no questions, no drama.
Fir usne WhatsApp par Munna ko message kiya:
"My mom is sick, kuch din late aaungi Mirzapur. Aryan bhi yahin rahega abhi."
Munna ne instant reply kiya,
“Jyada mat tadpana mujhe. Wapas aayi toh chhodunga nahi, poori raat lunga!”
Sath mein wink emoji bheja.
Pranali ne mazaak mein ek kissing emoji bheji,
“Aapko miss karungi ;)”
Munna ne turant bold ho kar pucha,
“Ek selfi bhej, abhi dekhna hai tujhe.”
Pranali ne quickly apne room mein jaa ke ek cute sa selfie liya—simple top, halki smile, lips thode pink, aankhon mein thoda sharm. Munna ko bhej diya.
Munna ne typing karte hue likha,
“Aaj raat mujhe phone par mil, full naked dekhna hai tujhe. Available rehna, ready rehna!”
Pranali ne smiley bheja,
“Okay, let’s connect at night.”
Phone side pe daal diya, heart light ho gaya—main Mirzapur wapas jaa sakti thi, par Mumbai mein kuch aur hi nasha hai… aur Sharad bhi yahin hai!
She went back to Aryan, usko pyaar se hug kiya, aur socha—
“Yeh kuch din aur… sirf mere liye.”


Khana khatam karke Pranali apne room mein gayi, wardrobe khol ke confused ho gayi,
“Kya pehnu? Jeans ya kuch cute? Mujhe khud samajh nahi aa raha…”
Tabhi Rhea entry maar gayi—ekdum detective mode mein,
“Didi, date pe jaa rahi ho kya? Itna soch kyun rahi ho?”
Pranali ne quickly mana kiya,
“Pagal hai kya! Koi date nahi, bas thoda ghoomna hai.”
Rhea ne wardrobe se ek cute, slightly short, floral dress nikali,
“Yeh pehen! Bahut cute lagegi. Waise, tujhe help chahiye toh bol de, main make-up bhi kar dungi.”
Pranali thoda blush karte hue,
“Pata nahi… thoda zyada hi short toh nahi?”
Rhea ne teasing smile ke saath bola,
“Didi, Mumbai mein hai, yahan sab chalta hai! Waise bhi, aajkal toh lag hi raha hai koi special hai. Chal bata na, koi BF hai kya?”
Pranali ne sharmate hue,
“Arey, kuch bhi mat bol. Bas dost hai, accha lagta hai saath mein time spend karna.”
Rhea full gossip mode pe aa gayi,
“Accha, accha… toh kal raat ka kya scene tha? Subah toh lag hi raha tha didi puri raat kisi ke saath thi…”
Pranali ekdum red ho gayi, face pe pillow rakh liya,
“Chup kar, Rhea! Tere jiju kya sochenge, zyada mat bol!”
Rhea hans padi,
“Woh toh Mirzapur mein akele hai, aur aap yahan BF ke saath party kar rahi ho! Wah didi, kamaal nikal gayi! Mujhe laga tu seedhi hai, lekin tu toh full on fun mode pe hai!”
Pranali has ke, thoda sa pillow uske upar fenk diya,
“Tu toh sab kuch ulta sochti hai! Main seedhi hi hoon, bas life mein thoda khush ho rahi hoon yahan.”
Rhea ne aankh maari,
“Mujhe sab pata hai, didi. Waise, bata na, kaunsa type hai tera yeh friend? Cute, smart, ya wild?”
Pranali ne shyly bola,
“Thoda alag hai… smart bhi hai, caring bhi, thoda naughty, par uske saath main safe feel karti hoon. Aur kabhi-kabhi lagta hai… bas usi ke saath rehna hai.”
Rhea dreamy face banate hue,
“Awww, didi in love! Waise tu blush toh kuch zyada hi kar rahi hai aaj!”
Thodi der dono ne fun gossip ki—celeb crushes, college ki stories, latest makeup trends. Fir Rhea ne Pranali ke face pe thoda light make-up lagaya, lips pe soft pink tint, aankhon mein thoda kajal, aur baal ko loose curls de diye.
Rhea:
“Perfect! Ab lag raha hai ki Mumbai ki party queen hai. Bhool ja Mirzapur waali didi, yahan boss tu shine karegi!”
Pranali ne mirror mein khud ko dekha, ek pal ke liye believe nahi kar paayi—she looked young, cute, aur thodi si sexy.
“Thanks, Rhea! Bas, mummy ko mat bolna itna taiyyar hoon, warna sawaal karengi!”
Rhea ne wink kiya,
“Don’t worry, meri lips sealed!”
Pranali dress pehn ke, light perfume laga ke ready ho gayi, heart mein naye excitement ke saath—aaj ki shaam, sirf apne liye.


Pranali ne Rhea ke diye hue floral dress pehna—soft pastel color, knee-length, sleeveless with a slightly flared skirt. Dress ki neckline elegant thi, bas thoda playful, aur uske slim waist ko perfectly highlight kar rahi thi. Mangalsutra neckline ke beech mein shine kar raha tha, giving her a unique blend of “desi meets Mumbai chic.” Usne light makeup kiya tha, cheeks pe blush, lips soft pink, baal loose curls mein—ek dum fresh, vibrant, and cute, with a touch of new-city boldness.
Rhea bhi equally stylish thi—usne high-waisted denim shorts pehne, crop white top with little ruffle sleeves, sneakers, and big hoops in her ears. Uska look total Gen Z cool tha, ponytail tight, eyes lined with kohl, lips pe a pop of gloss. Dono behne ek dusre ko dekhke ek second ki silent appreciation kar rahi thi—we look awesome today!
Pranali ne Aryan ko pyaar se hug diya,
“Beta, main raat ko aaungi, Nani ke saath dinner khana, okay?”
Aryan ne smile ke saath sir hilaya,
“Mumma, jaldi aana!”
Maa kitchen se bol rahi thi,
“Beta, sambhal ke jaana, Rhea bhi neeche ja rahi hai toh saath chale jaana.”
Stairs pe dono behne ek saath utar rahi thi—Rhea ne teasing tone mein,
“Did, tu sach mein date pe jaa rahi hai na? Waise tujhe aaj dekhke toh Mirzapur ki saari aunties shock ho jayengi!”
Pranali ne haske usko pinch diya,
“Chup kar! Aur koi bhi silly baat mat karna, okay?”
Bahar aate hi, corner mein ek black luxury car khadi thi—Sharad apne phone pe busy, dark jeans, crisp shirt, sleeves rolled, sunglasses head pe, pure “big city boss” vibes. Jaise hi Pranali aur Rhea uski taraf bade, Sharad ne phone pocket mein daala, smile ke saath seedha khada ho gaya.
Rhea ki aankhon mein instant sparkle aa gayi,
“Wow did, agar yeh tera BF hai toh jiju ke peeche sab chalta hai! Kya car hai, kya entry hai!”
Pranali ne usko softly pinch kar diya,
“Chup Rhea, behave!”
Sharad ne aage badhkar politely Rhea ko greet kiya,
“Hi, I’m Sharad. Tum dono bahut pretty lag rahi ho aaj!”
Pranali ne introduce karaya,
“Sharad, yeh meri choti behen Rhea. Rhea, yeh… Sharad.”
Rhea ne thoda filmy smile ke saath handshake kiya,
“Nice to meet you, Sharad bhaiya!”
Sharad ne gently bola,
“Thank you, Rhea. Hum log tumhe drop kar dete hain, waise bhi main aur Pranali udhar hi ja rahe hain.”
Rhea instantly agree kar gayi,
“Oh wow, free luxury ride? Kaun mana karega!”
Car ka back door open hua, Rhea comfortably baith gayi, music ka volume thoda set kiya. Pranali aur Sharad front seats pe aake baith gaye. Sharad ne rearview mirror se ek smile exchange ki—Pranali thoda blush kar gayi, Rhea ne peechhe se teasing wink kiya.
Car smoothly Mumbai ki roads pe chal padi—andar AC ki thandak, baahar shaam ki bheed, aur andar ek nayi energy.
Rhea, peechhe se,
“Did, next time mujhe bhi aise date pe le jaana, Sharad bhaiya best host hai!”
Sharad laugh karte hue,
“Koi problem nahi, anytime. Waise, mujhe laga aaj girls’ night out hai, main toh third wheel hoon!”
Pranali ne playfully tease kiya,
“Third wheel toh tabhi banoge jab Rhea date pe chali jaaye, abhi toh tu full VIP hai!”
Teenon has pade, car mein ek soft, happy vibe thi—jaise purani tension ka koi naam-o-nishaan hi na ho.





Sharad ki luxury car Mumbai ki bheed bhari roads pe smoothly glide kar rahi thi. Pranali front seat par, fresh but thoda nervous, aaj ke liye extra care se ready ho kar nikli thi. Rhea backseat pe, apne phone pe scroll karti dikh rahi thi, lekin un dono pe nazar tikaye hui thi—ekdum detective mode mein.
Ek do minute ki silence ke baad, Rhea ne pehli bomb phoda:
“Didi, aaj toh lag raha hai ekdum heroine ban ke nikli ho! Aur waise bhi, subah jab tum ghar aayi na… mujhe laga tumhari chal hi alag thi.”
Pranali thoda panic ho gayi,
“Kya bakwaas, Rhea! Main toh normal thi.”
Rhea, totally ignoring her denial, Sharad ko mirror se dekhte hue tease karne lagi,
“Sharad bhaiya, aapko pata hai, didi ne aaj subah Aryan se milte hi bol diya, ‘beta, mumma thodi late ho gayi, so gayi thi’. Par mujhe toh lag raha tha didi ki walk mein kuch ‘royal’ effect tha—Mirzapur se seedha Mumbai ki queen ban gayi!”
Sharad, barely holding in his laughter,
“Aapki didi ka swag toh waise bhi alag hai, lekin aaj… shayad Mumbai ne kuch naya sikha diya!”
Rhea ne Pranali ko mischievous eyes se dekha,
“Waise didi, sach sach batao… poori raat Sharad bhaiya ke saath thi na? Itna glow aur blush toh main kabhi nahi dekha!”
Pranali ka face poora laal ho gaya, vo bus balon se apna face chhupane lagi,
“Rhea, please… kuch bhi mat bolo!”
Rhea drama queen ban gayi,
“Arre, ab chupao mat! Subah jab tum room mein aayi thi toh tumhe chalne mein hi takleef ho rahi thi! Mummy ne bhi poocha, ‘Pranali, thak gayi ho kya?’ Maine toh bas muskurake bola, ‘haan, didi aaj kal Mumbai mein bahut active ho gayi hai’!”
Sharad ab hass raha tha, full-on enjoyment mode,
“Rhea, tumhare jaise sister ho toh kisi ko dosti ki zarurat hi nahi!”
Rhea ne ek eye-roll diya,
“Bas ek baat bata do—didi ko jyada takleef mat dena, warna soham jiju video call pe didi ki chal dekh ke sab samajh jayenge!”
Pranali ab aur bhi sharma gayi, face pe cushion daal diya,
“Bas kar yaar! Sharad, tu bhi kuch bol na, meri izzat bach jaaye!”
Sharad side mein gentle smile ke saath,
“Main kya bolun, Rhea ki baaton ke aage toh main bhi bekaar hoon! Aur waise bhi, tum dono ki teasing mein maza bohot aa raha hai.”
Rhea full-on nautanki,
“Mirzapur ki news channel toh kal headline bana degi—Pranali Sharma ne Mumbai mein dhoom macha di! Ab didi, ghar late mat aana, warna main Aryan ko bhi sikha dungi ki ‘mumma jab smile karte hue aati hai, toh kuch toh special hua hai’.”
Pranali almost helpless, ab hans bhi rahi thi,
“Rhea, main next time tujhe ghar chhod kar hi nikl jaungi!”
Rhea laugh karte hue car se utarne lagi,
“Enjoy karo, lovebirds! Sharad bhaiya, didi ko jaldi ghar le aana—aur didi, agle hafte walking practice zyada kar lena, warna Mirzapur ki mummy sab samajh jayengi!”
Sharad ne mazaak mein salute kiya,
“Yes, madam! I’ll be careful!”
Rhea ne ek final wink diya,
“Bye! Next time mujhe bhi leke chalna aise hi kisi king-size date pe!”
She disappeared, leaving Sharad and Pranali half-embarrassed, half-giggling—poora car ek dum masti aur secrets se bhara tha.
Sharad ne softly, teasing tone mein bola,
“Toh, madam, ab hum akela hain… aur waise bhi, aaj tumhe walk karne ki bilkul tension nahi, sirf enjoy karna hai.”
Pranali ne blush karte Sharad ki taraf dekha—dil mein wohi nayi, wild wali masti aur ek chhupa sa thrill.

Rhea ke drama ke baad, car mein ek teasing energy reh gayi thi. Sharad ne steering wheel pe haath rakha, sideways glance se Pranali ko dekhte hue—uske lips pe naughty smile.
Sharad (softly teasing):
“Waise, madam, agar aaj chalne mein takleef ho toh bata dena… main apni god mein seat arrange kar dunga. VIP seat, direct Mirzapur se import ki gayi hai.”
Pranali, full blushing, shoulders up,
“Shut up, Sharad! Tumhe toh mazaak hi milta hai har cheez mein. Dekh lo, main tumhari god pe baith gayi toh dinner bhi vahin serve karwaungi!”
Sharad ne slow speed pe car daali, leaning a little closer,
“Aaj toh koi bacha hi nahi sakta. Shaam ho ya raat, aakhir tumhein meri lap pe hi toh aana hai… waise bhi, tumhare walk ki halat dekh ke toh mujhe doubt ho raha hai ki table tak bhi pahunchogi ya nahi!”
Pranali ne playful pout banaya,
“Haan haan, tumhe toh bas tease karne ka mauka chahiye. Mujhe lagta hai Aryan bhookha hi reh gaya kal, mummy ka dudu toh main hi pi gayi!”
Sharad hass pada, steering wheel thoda tight pakad ke,
“Bichara Aryan! Uska share toh tumne Mirzapur ke badle Mumbai mein le liya. Waise, Aryan ko lag raha hoga mummy ka naya magic milk hai—khush rehta hai, smile bhi zyada deta hai!”
Pranali ne Sharad ki arm ko gentle thapki di,
“Stop it! Ab tumhe bhi Aryan ki chinta ho rahi hai? Tumhare vajah se hi main aaj yahan itni bold ban gayi hoon… pehle toh sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki aisi baatein karungi!”
Sharad flirt karte hue, ek hand Pranali ke hand pe gently rakh diya,
“Aur main chahta hoon ki tum hamesha aisi hi bold, wild aur khush raho. Waise, Mumbai ka magic abhi baaki hai. Aaj dinner ke baad… maybe you’ll find a few more reasons to walk a little funny!”
Pranali full-on red, neck tak blush, but a playful sparkle in her eyes,
“Tumhare saath toh lagta hai Mumbai ki sadkon pe bhi Mirzapur jaisa nasha chadh gaya hai… bas, aaj dinner ke baad tum dekh lena, seat pe kaun rahega aur kiski lap kiski hogi!”
Sharad car park karte hue wink karta hai,
“Challenge accepted, madam! Let’s see… kaun zyada wild ho sakta hai Mumbai ki night mein.”




Sharad ne car ek stylish bistro ke bahar park ki, neon lights aur light jazz music background mein baj raha tha. Dono andar aaye, host ne candle-lit corner table pe seat karva diya. Sharad ne chair khinch ke Pranali ko baithne diya—ekdum classic “gentleman” move, lekin eyes mein full naughty mischief.
Menu dekhte-dekhte, Sharad ne tease kiya,
“Aaj kuch spicy try karna hai ya sirf sweet? Mirzapur ki didi ab Mumbai mein sab kuch taste kar sakti hai.”
Pranali ne aankhen choti kar ke, playfully reply diya,
“Aaj toh bas kuch special chahiye… woh jo baaki sab tables pe na ho!”
Sharad leaned in,
“Special toh main hoon, madam. Lekin menu ke alawa, aaj ki raat bhi tumhari hai—jo chaho, order kar lo!”
Pranali hans padi, eyes sparkle kar rahi thi. Waiter aaya, dono ne apni favorite starters aur ek fun cocktail order kiya—Sharad ne purposely “Lover’s Paradise” naam ka cocktail suggest kiya. Pranali ne thoda blush kar ke haan bol diya.
Throughout dinner:
– Sharad baar baar Pranali ki taraf lean karta, kabhi table ke niche uska haath pakadta, kabhi lightly fingers caress karta.
– Pranali bhi new boldness mein, kabhi uske shoulder touch karti, kabhi shoe se uska shoe tap karti, smile chupane ki try karti, but har second mein khud pe khush ho rahi thi.
Sharad ne teasingly ek starter feed karte hue bola,
“Ab toh aadat si ho gayi hai tumhe apni god mein bithane ki… shayad aaj yahin table ke neeche bhi try kar loon?”
Pranali ne fork se uska haath lightly hit kiya,
“Public place hai! Thoda tameez dikhana sikho… waise, tumne hi kaha tha ki Mumbai mein sab allowed hai!”
Sharad ne candle ki roshni mein Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha,
“Tumhare saath sab kuch magical lagta hai, yaar. Main pehli baar feel kar raha hoon ki… main kuch bhi ho sakta hoon, bas tum pass raho.”
Pranali ek pal ko silent ho gayi—uska heart literally skip kar gaya. Vo samajh gayi,
“Yeh sirf masti nahi… mujhe Sharad se sach mein pyaar ho raha hai.”
Usne softly smile kiya,
“Mujhe bhi lagta hai… main abhi Mumbai mein hoon, ya kisi sapne mein—sab kuch alag hai, sab kuch naya.”
Aaj ki raat, uske liye ek filmy moment thi—candles, Sharad ke soft touches, laughter, flirting, aur dil ka vo halka nasha jo sirf pehli barish wale pyaar mein hota hai.
Dinner ke baad, Sharad ne softly poocha,
“Shall we go somewhere more private?”
Pranali ne aankhon mein cheeky glint ke saath reply diya,
“Aaj toh main tumhare saath kahin bhi ja sakti hoon…”
Donon nikalte waqt ek dusre ka haath pakad ke, door ki taraf chale gaye—Mumbai ki raat un dono ke liye magical thi, aur Pranali ko finally laga,
“Main khud ke liye jee rahi hoon… aur shayad, sach mein pyaar ho gaya hai.”

Mumbai ki raat ka nasha, dinner ki lights, aur Sharad ka charming confidence—Pranali almost floated into his flat. She was smiling for no reason, literally blushing on her own thoughts, main sach mein Sharad se pyaar kar baithi hoon! Uski aankhon mein sirf Sharad tha—his touch, his words, his laughter. She was so happy, so relaxed, it didn’t even feel real.
Lekin Sharad, jab bhi Pranali thoda door dekhti, uski aankhon mein kuch aur hi chal raha tha—Mirzapur ka future, power ki lalsa, aur andar se ek cold calculation:
“Agar Pranali poori tarah mere control mein aa gayi, toh Munna bhi seedha ho jayega… Mirzapur ki taaqat meri ho sakti hai.”
Lekin chehre par usne wohi gentle smile rakha, wohi sweet words.
Pranali, uski arms mein lean karte hue, cheek pe soft kiss diya,
“Aaj ki raat mujhe kabhi bhool nahi paungi…”
Sharad ne soft touch diya,
“Tumhara saath hi toh sab special bana deta hai.”
Phir, thodi der baad, Pranali suddenly thoda serious ho gayi. She gently moved back, eyes thodi awkward,
“Sharad… main jaanti hoon tumhare saath sab kuch possible hai… lekin aaj raat mujhe thoda time akela chahiye.”
Sharad ne instantly eyebrow raise kiya, voice mein curiosity,
“Kyun? Kya hua?”
Pranali ne thoda hesitate kiya, phir softly bola,
“Vo… Munna video call pe baat karna chahta hai. Maine promise kiya tha. Please bura mat manna.”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein directly dekha, ek second ko silent,
“Tujhe lagta hai mujhe bura lagega?”
Pranali thoda defensive,
“Nahi… main bas chahti hoon ki sab theek rahe, jo jaisa hai waise hi chale… koi jhooth, koi chupana nahi. Tum meri life mein ho, par Munna bhi… abhi hai.”
Sharad ne sweetly smile kiya, lekin andar se uska mind aur zyada calculating ho gaya—
“Jab yeh itni loyal hai, isse Munna ke khilaf palatna aur bhi easy hoga…”
Usne gently Pranali ke baal touch kiye,
“Okay. Tum jo chaho. Lekin ek shart—main kuch nahi bolunga, quietly watch karunga. Sirf dekhna hai.”
Pranali thoda blush kar gayi,
“No, Sharad! Yeh thoda awkward hoga…”
Sharad thoda possessive tone mein,
“Mujhe sirf dekhna hai, kuch nahi bolunga. Trust me, bas yahin rahunga.”
Pranali ne last mein lightly haan kar di,
“Thik hai… sirf quietly. Promise, interfere nahi karna!”
Sharad ne uski aankhon mein dekha, ek victory ki halki chamak—uski plan step by step work kar rahi thi. Pranali, totally unaware, bas Sharad ke pyaar mein aur deep doobti ja rahi thi.

Car ke andar soft jazz chal raha tha, city lights windows se blink kar rahe the. Sharad driving seat par relaxed, ek haath steering par, doosra occasionally Pranali ke haath par—unmein ek quiet romantic tension thi. Pranali apne phone par thi, Soham se normal ghar waali baatein kar rahi thi—thoda guilt, but ab dil sach mein equally Sharad ke liye bhi dhadak raha tha. Pehli baar, usne guilt ke saath acceptance bhi feel kiya.
Pranali (phone pe):
“Haan Soham, Aryan so gaya, sab theek hai. Main mummy ke saath hi hoon… haan, aap khayal rakhna. Miss you too.”
Call khatam hote hi, Pranali ne phone purse mein daal diya. Sharad ne teasing tone mein poocha,
“Toh, Soham ka kya haal hai? Tumhara dost toh tumhe miss kar raha hoga!”
Pranali ne thoda blush kar ke bola,
“Tumhara dost hai, miss toh karega hi.”
Sharad masti se,
“Toh bata dena usse… ‘patni’ jesa khayal yahan main rakh raha hoon!”
Pranali ne full red face ke saath Sharad ke arm pe soft thapki di,
“Chup karo, Sharad! Tum kabhi bhi serious nahi ho sakte na?”
Sharad hans pada, car ka speed thoda slow kiya,
“Mujhe sirf tumhari blush dekhni hoti hai, uske liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon!”
Pranali bhi hans padi, saari guilt, stress dissolve ho gayi—sirf Sharad ke saath hone ki khushi reh gayi.
Sharad ne softly poocha,
“So… ab chalein mere ghar? Ya yahin car mein hi Mumbai ki hawa enjoy karna hai?”
Pranali ne aankhon mein shyness ke saath quietly nod kar diya,
“Let’s go…”
Sharad ne naughty mood mein ek aur teasing question chhod diya,
“Aaj kaun sa flavour pasand hai, madam—unwant condom, ya bina kisi wrapper ke asli taste?”
Pranali ek second ke liye shock hui, phir mazaak mein uska saath deti,
“Mujhe toh tumhara asli taste hi chahiye… kuch bhi extra nahi, bas tum.”
Sharad ne zor se hans ke car turn ki,
“Wow! Mujhe lagta hai aaj Mumbai ki raat sabse khaas hone wali hai!”
Dono hanste, flirty glances exchange karte, car Sharad ke apartment ki taraf nikal gayi—andar ek new thrill, ek playful confidence, aur ek secret jo sirf un dono ka tha.



As soon as they stepped inside, Sharad ne door lock kiya, aur bina ek second lose kiye, Pranali ko apni taraf kheench liya. Dono ek dusre mein aise ghus gaye jaise pura din sirf iss moment ka wait kar rahe ho. Pranali ne Sharad ke collar pakad liye, lips uske lips pe—ek wild, messy kiss, poora room unki heavy breathing se bhar gaya.
Sharad ke haath Pranali ki kamar ko strong hold kar rahe the, uska body uske against tightly press hua. Dono ki tongues ek dusre ko tease karti, ek dusre ke lips ko bite karti—ekdum wild, passionate French kiss, jaise do pyaase log desert ke baad paani paa rahe ho.
Pranali ne Sharad ki shirt ke button todhe, uske bare chest ko nails se scratch kiya. Sharad ne Pranali ke bal ek haath se pakad liye, dusre haath se uski back ko pull karte hue neck pe deep kiss aur gentle bite kiya,
"Tumhare bina ab control nahi hota, Pranali…"
Pranali ab poori tarah wild ho chuki thi—uske moans, soft growls, aur body ke har touch mein ek nayi, raw energy thi. She wrapped her arms around Sharad’s neck, uski tongue uske mouth mein deeply explore karte hue, dono completely tangled—legs intertwined, bodies ek dusre mein twist ho kar, jaise snakes ek dusre ko lapet rahe ho.
Dono ka balance wall pe jaa takra, aur wahin, Sharad ne Pranali ko thoda lift kiya—uski legs Sharad ke hips ke around lock ho gayi, lips ab bhi ek dusre par hungry. Pranali ke neck pe Sharad ne aur bites diye, hickeys chhodta gaya, moans room mein goonj rahi thi.
Kisses aur bites ke beech, Sharad ke haath ne uska dress slide kiya, uske bare skin pe hot trails chhodta gaya. Pranali bhi Sharad ke bare back ko nails se scratch karte, usko aur close kheechte, lost in wild, tangled, never-ending passion.



Sharad ne Pranali ko living room tak lift kiya, but ab mood pura wild ho chuka tha. Pranali ne usko couch pe push kiya, khud uske upar aake baith gayi—completely in control, eyes mein wild passion. Sharad ne uske waist pakad li, Pranali ne apni top khud nikal di—ab woh sirf apne lacy bra mein thi, hair messy, chest upar-niche.
Sharad ki aankhon mein sirf ek bhook thi. Usne Pranali ki bra straps dhire-dhire slide ki, soft skin par lips chalte hue, uska bra puri tarah nikal diya. Pranali ke bare boobs Sharad ke samne—firm, soft, nipples hard with anticipation. Sharad ne bina wait kiye, dono haath se gently cup kiya, lips se ek nipple pakad liya, sucking and rolling his tongue over it.
Pranali ki body ne jhatka sa feel kiya, uske lips se soft moan nikli,
"Ahh… Sharad… aur…"
Sharad ab pura lost, uska ek haath dusre boob pe, thumb se nipple tease kar raha tha, lips dusre nipple ko suck, lick, gently bite kar rahe the. Pranali ab aur bhi upar jhuki, Sharad ki face ko apni chest pe press karti—uski body ek dum arched, hair uski back pe fell rahe the, breaths heavy and wild.
Pranali ki moans aur bold ho gayi, hips Sharad ke lap pe grind ho rahe the, body fully alive under his touch. Sharad ki tongue kabhi nipple pe circles banati, kabhi lips se gently pull karta, kabhi thoda bite karta, making her arch and shiver.
Room mein sirf unki moans, wild breathing aur tangled bodies ki awaaz thi—Pranali ab full control mein, Sharad ke upar—aur Sharad, poori tarah uski deewangi mein dooba hua.



Just as the heat between them was peaking, Pranali’s phone loudly rang on the side table. She froze, still breathless, eyes wide. The name on the screen: Munna Calling.
Sharad ne softly, breathlessly kaha,
“Take a breath… relax. Main yahin hoon.”
Pranali ne ek gehri saans li, apne bal aur dress thoda adjust kiye, lips still swollen from Sharad’s kisses. Sharad ne gently guide kiya,
“Go, bedroom mein baith jao, baat karo. I’m here.”
She nodded, thoda trembling, and slipped into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. She perched on the edge of the bed, heart still pounding, then swiped to accept Munna’s call.
Munna (voice rough, slurred):
“Oye, kahan hai tu? Miss kar raha hoon aaj. Kya kar rahi thi?”
Pranali tried to keep her tone normal,
“Kuch nahi, bas thoda tired hoon. Tum kaise ho?”
Munna, video call par shift karta hai. Screen pe aata hai—shirtless, hair messy, ek hand mein whisky ka glass, eyes full of dark, possessive desire.
“Dikh toh sahi. Turn on camera. Aaj mood mein hoon, tujhe dekhna hai.”
Pranali ne thoda hesitation ke saath phone apne samne rakh diya, camera on kar diya. She tried to look casual, messy hair thoda sa smooth kar ke, but her cheeks abhi bhi blush ho rahe the.
Munna screen par leans forward, uski gaze almost burning,
“Wah, aaj toh lag rahi hai Mirzapur ki rani… itni fresh kyun hai? Kiss karne ka mann kar raha hai…”
He sipped his drink, eyes roaming her neckline.
Pranali thoda awkwardly smiled,
“Tum bhi na, kabhi bhi kuch bhi bol dete ho.”
Peeche, Sharad quietly bedroom ke doorframe par aa gaya—arms folded, eyes intense, lekin silent. Pranali ne aankh utha ke dekha—Sharad khada tha, bas dekh raha tha, uski presence ek silent support aur possessive claim ki tarah thi.
Pranali ne phone ki screen ki side se ek choti si, private smile Sharad ko di—ek pal ke liye, sirf us dono ka connection. Munna, apni drink mein lost, flirt karte ja raha tha.
Munna:
“Camera neeche kar, main dekhna chahta hoon aaj kya pehna hai. Aur close aana, miss kar raha hoon teri skin ko.”
Pranali thoda blush karte, thoda hesitation ke saath camera angle adjust karti—unki zindagi ab ek dangerous, twisted triangle ban chuki thi: ek taraf wild love, doosri taraf dark obsession, teesri taraf silent, watching power.

Munna ne video call par aankh mein raw hunger ke saath dekha,
“Ab gown utaro, Pranali. Dheere-dheere… main sab dekhna chahta hoon.”
Pranali ne ek nervous breath li, peechhe glance kiya—Sharad abhi bhi doorframe par khada tha, eyes intense, lips parted with anticipation. Unki aankhon ka milna ek instant thrill create karta hai—jaise vo dono ab kisi ek secret world mein hain.
She turned back to the phone, trembling hands se apni gown ke knots dheere-dheere kholne lagi. Gown shoulder se slide kiya, camera pe uski bare arms, collarbone, aur then inner slip dikh rahi thi. Munna, screen par, apna whisky ka glass table pe rakh ke apne shorts ke andar haath le gaya—openly pleasuring himself, eyes fixed on Pranali.
Munna (breathless):
“Aur neeche, Pranali… slip bhi dheere-dheere… main poora dekhna chahta hoon.”
Pranali ne, thoda shaky, apni slip straps utari—gown floor pe, slip knees tak slide ki, ab sirf apne matching bra aur panty mein, camera ke samne. Her breaths shallow, heart pounding, Sharad ki presence peeche ek wild nasha jaisa lag rahi thi.
Munna ab screen pe groaning, hand moving faster,
“Perfect… ab bra utaro. Main dekhna chahta hoon pura.”
Pranali, aankhon mein ek mix of embarrassment aur strange excitement, bra ke hooks slowly open karti, camera thoda side par—aur apne breasts ka view Munna ko deti hai. Screen pe Munna ki breathing aur heavy, almost animalistic ho gayi.
She followed each of his instructions—nervous but oddly charged, knowing Sharad ki aankhen ab bhi us par hain, pure control us moment ka kisi ke paas nahi, sirf desire ka.
Munna:
“Panty bhi… dheere se… sirf mere liye.”
Pranali ab poori tarah bare, thoda cover karte, thoda intentionally exposed, Munna ko dekh rahi thi, aur Sharad ke silent gaze ko feel kar rahi thi. Munna on call, lost in his own lust, moaning her name.
Sharad, quietly watching, thrill aur possessiveness ki boundary cross kar chuka tha—uske liye yeh scene ek naya level ka excitement ban chuka tha.
Room mein sirf heavy breaths, phone se Munna ki moans, aur Pranali ki halki tremble bachi thi.




Munna ka voice ab aur bhi commanding ho gaya,
“Apne haath se niche touch karo, Pranali. Mujhe sab dekhna hai, bilkul slow. Aur aankhon mein dekho… mujhe pata chale ki sirf mera soch rahi ho.”
Pranali ne ek pal ke liye Sharad ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein poora tension, poora excitement. Sharad ne bas softly, ek slow nod diya—ek silent signal ki ‘jao, main dekh raha hoon, main bhi tumhara hoon’.
Pranali ne phone ke saamne apni body poori tarah reveal kar di, uski fingers apni thighs se hot skin par slide hone lagi. Munna ab aur bold ho gaya,
“Chut pe haath rakho… rub karo, mujhe moan sunna hai.”
Pranali ne aankhon mein thoda sharm, thoda thrill laake apne wet lips par fingers rub ki, aur soft moan screen par nikal diya. Munna ka haath apne shorts ke andar ab wild ho chuka tha—uski groans loud, eyes fixed only on Pranali.
Meanwhile, Sharad ab door se ek step aage badh ke, silently watching, his own hand now inside his jeans—he started to stroke himself, matching Pranali’s rhythm. Unki eyes locked, pure lust aur shared nasha ka ek alag hi connection ban gaya.


Munna:
“Aur tez, Pranali… mujhe sirf apni moans sunni hai. Naam le mera, bold ke… mujhe chahiye tu abhi!”
Pranali, body trembling, pleasure and guilt ka mix—lekin Sharad ka approval use aur wild bana raha tha. She moaned louder,
“Munna… ahh… I’m doing it… sirf tumhare liye…”
Sharad ab slow, but intensely, apni zip khol kar, himself out, stroking harder—eyes only on Pranali, breath heavy, cheeks flushed. Unke beech ka silent agreement, their twisted loyalty, and raw passion made the entire room pulse with heat.
Munna phone pe ab finish ke edge par tha,
“Don’t stop, Pranali… cum for me… main bhi aaj tere liye sab kuch de raha hoon!”
Pranali, fully naked, tangled in sheets, one hand pleasing herself, eyes switching between the phone and Sharad—aur Sharad, ab apni climax ke edge par, pure wildness ke saath, just watching her, owning her.
Room mein ab sirf unke moans, breathless gasps, aur shared, forbidden pleasure ki echo thi. Sab apne apne high pe, ek dusre ki aankhon mein apni victory aur obsession dekh rahe the.

Room ka temperature ab pure fire ban chuka tha. Pranali ke heavy moans, Sharad ke silent grunts, aur Munna ki wild, drunken groans—sab kuch ek hi wild beat pe synchronize ho gaya.

Pranali’s hand moved faster between her legs, body arch ho gayi, breaths ragged and wild. “Ahhh… Munna… Sharad…” uske lips se ek deep, trembling moan nikli, bed sheets muthi mein, body ek wave mein jhatak gayi.
Munna phone pe, screen par poori tarah lose ho chuka tha—uska hand rapid, face par twisted pleasure,
“Aaah… Pranali… f*ck… main aa gaya… tu meri hai!”
At the same moment, Sharad—watching every second, his own strokes fast and desperate, locked eyes with Pranali. Pranali ki aankhon mein sirf Sharad ka nasha, aur Sharad ki aankhon mein sirf Pranali ka junoon. Dono silently, ek dusre ko possess karte hue, apna high reach kar gaye—Sharad moaned her name, body tensing, release ke saath ek deep breath li.
Pranali’s own orgasm was wild and raw, hips bucking, moans room mein gungun rahi thi, body poori tarah shiver kar gayi.
Ek pal mein sab kuch slow ho gaya. Munna ne heavy breathing ke saath phone ko angle kiya,
“Good girl… ab tu aaram kar. Bye, Pranali.”
Screen blank ho gayi.
Ab room mein sirf silence thi—sirf Sharad ki gaze aur Pranali ki wild, spent eyes. Pranali ab bhi tangled in sheets, breaths heavy, lips swollen, aankhon mein sab kuch likha tha—guilt, relief, excitement, and the dangerous thrill of being watched, owned, and wanted by two powerful men.
Sharad slowly aage aaya, eyes still dark with desire,
“Aaj toh tumne sab kuch tod diya, Pranali…”
Pranali, ab sirf usko dekhti, ek thakahua, satisfied smile ke saath,
“Par mera dil… ab bhi sirf tumhare paas hai.”
Room mein ab sirf un dono ki saans ki awaaz thi, puri raat ke liye ek naya, raw, unspoken connection ban chuka tha.

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Munna ke call ke baad room mein ek heavy, charged silence thi. Pranali ab bhi bed pe thi, body exhausted but alive, breaths ragged, face flushed and lips parted.

Sharad ne apni gaze us par tikayi, aage badh kar bed ke edge par aaya, uske legs gently apart kiye. Pranali ne ek pal ke liye aankhon mein anticipation aur nasha dekha, then Sharad ne bina kuch bole apna head uski thighs ke beech le aaya—ekdum possessive, hungry energy ke saath.
Usne Pranali ki chut pe soft kisses start kiye, lips se wet trail banata, then tongue se slow, teasing licks—upar se neeche, sab jagah gently explore karte hue. Pranali ki body arch ho gayi, haath se Sharad ke head ko apni jagah press kar diya,
“Ahhh… Sharad… please, aur…”
Sharad ki tongue ab aur wild ho gayi—tip se sensitive spot pe circles, kabhi deep lick, kabhi lips se suck karna. Har second pe Pranali ke moans aur bold ho rahe the, body uncontrollable tremble mein thi. Usne apni hips Sharad ke face pe grind ki,
“Oh god… yes… tum best ho…”
Sharad slow se fast pace pe shift karta, kabhi tip se flick, kabhi flat tongue se broad licks, Pranali ki wetness aur badh rahi thi. Har thodi der mein Sharad upar dekhta, uski aankhon mein ek wild victory—jaise vo Pranali ki poori duniya ko apni tongue se rule kar raha ho.
Pranali ab full moaning, hips lift karti, haath sheets mein, body har wave pe hilti,
“Aur… Sharad… bas abhi… mujhe khatam kar do!”
Sharad ne last deep lick diya, sucking her intensely—Pranali ki body ek aur wild orgasm mein explode ho gayi. Moans room mein gungun rahi thi, body sweat mein, chest heavy, face pe ek blissful, raw smile.
Sharad finally upar aaya, lips glazed, aankhon mein pride aur possessive fire, Pranali ki aankhon mein total surrender.
Room mein ab sirf do cheezein thi: Sharad ka taste, Pranali ka moan, aur un dono ke beech ka naya, wild obsession.











Sharad ab pure heat mein tha, uska body abhi bhi pulse kar raha tha pleasure aur need se. Pranali abhi bhi bed par thi, face pe raw satisfaction, lekin aankhon mein ek naya hunger. Sharad ne gently uske bal pakad liye, possessive grip ke saath uska face apni taraf guide kiya.

Without a word, Sharad apna hard lund Pranali ke lips ke close le aaya. Pranali ne aankhon mein deep love aur wild excitement ke saath uski taraf dekha, lips slightly parted, ready for him. Sharad ne apne lund ka tip uske lips pe rub kiya—thoda tease, thoda control—aur fir dheere se uske muh mein dal diya.
Pranali ne bina hichkichahat ke, poora lund apne mooh mein le liya. Uski tongue gently tease kar rahi thi, lips tight hold banaye, har thrust pe deep aur slow suck karte hue. Sharad ke haath ab bhi uske balon mein the, guiding her motion, kabhi thoda deep le jaata, kabhi slow rock karta.
Sharad ne eyes close kiye, pleasure ka ek naya high feel karte,
"Shit... Pranali... you’re perfect..."
Pranali ne pyar se, poori surrender ke saath, uski shaft ko mouth mein roll kiya—kabhi tip ko swirl, kabhi poora deep throat, saliva se lund pura wet kar diya. Uski eyes Sharad pe, ek hand se base stroke karte hue, doosre se uski thighs ko touch karti—every motion mein ek silent passion, ek nayi addiction.
Sharad ki breaths heavy ho gayi, hips automatically motion mein aate gaye, Pranali ki lips pe uska lund slip ho raha tha, kabhi thoda moan karta, kabhi uska naam softly bolta.
Pranali ab aur bhi bold ho gayi—speed badha di, tongue se tip pe focus, deep throating tak jaakar, Sharad ko pure edge pe le aayi.
Room mein sirf wet sounds, low moans aur un dono ki wild, electric chemistry ki gungunahat thi—do bodies, do minds, ek nayi boundary cross karte hue.











Sharad ke lund ab Pranali ke mooh mein tha, room mein sirf ek hi awaaz goonj rahi thi—“slurp… slurp… slurp…” Pranali poori tarah se lost, lips tight, tongue full action pe, kabhi tip ko lick karti, kabhi deep throat le jaati. Sharad ki fingers uske balon mein, control aur pyaar dono—eyes closed, head thoda peeche, heavy breaths ke saath,

"Shit… Pranali… fuuuck, haan, bas aise…"
Pranali, soft moan ke saath,
"Mmmm… slurp… mmm…"
Wet sucking ki sound aur fast ho gayi,
"Slurrp… pop… slurp… shlick…"
Saliva ki halki string, tip se chin tak, uski devotion Sharad ko almost wild bana rahi thi.
Ek pal baad, Sharad ne usko gently upar uthaya,
"Bas, ab main control nahi kar sakta…"
Usne Pranali ko bed pe doggy style mein set kiya—hips upar, knees wide, back arched. Pranali ki chut ab exposed, wet aur throbbing, ready for him. Sharad ne uski hips dono haath se hold ki, fingers se chut ko halki si spread kiya,
"Tu ready hai na?"
Pranali, breathless and wild,
"Haan… please, Sharad… abhi!"
Sharad ne apna lund uske lips pe rub kiya, thoda tease, thoda pressure—then, ek powerful thrust ke saath andar daal diya.
"Aaaahhh… Sharad… oh god!"
Room mein ek dum raw, wild moan goonj gayi.
Thrust ke saath, skin-to-skin collision ka awaaz:
"Thap… thap… thap… thap…"
Har movement pe bed ki halki creak, Sharad ke balls ki slap, aur Pranali ki chut se wet sound:
"Shlick… shlick… shlick…"
Sharad ab full power mein, hips ka motion deep aur hard,
"Tu kitni tight hai, Pranali… ab toh ruk nahi sakta…"
Pranali, hair falling down, moaning loud and unfiltered,
"Aur… aur tez… please… mujhe tod do aaj… aaah… haaannn!"
"Thap… thap… thap… thap… shlick… shlick…"
Room ka air ab sirf heat aur wild sounds se bhara—Sharad ki breaths,
"Ahh… fuck… yes… bas yahi chahiye tha…"
Aur Pranali ki high-pitched moans,
"Ohhhh… Sharad… aur… bas… meri chut… bhar do…"
Sharad ne speed badha di, ab bed bhi wall se takra raha tha,
"Dhak… thap… thap… slap… shlick… slurp…"
Pranali ki body shake kar rahi thi, uske lips se continuous moans,
"Aaah… haaannn… haaaan… ahhh… yesss… Sharad… fuck me!"
Sharad ka hand kabhi hips squeeze karta, kabhi back pe smack,
"Teri body, teri awaaz… sab kuch mera chahiye, Pranali!"
Last wild thrust ke saath, room mein echo hua,
"THAP! THAP! THAP!"
Pranali ke lips se final wild scream,
"SHAAARAD… oh god… main aa rahi hoon…!"
Room ab silent, sirf heavy breathing, bed ki halki creak, aur dono ki satisfied, exhausted moans,
"Haaa… haaa… fuu… yess…"




Sharad ab thak ke bed pe baith gaya, back pillows se tikayi hui thi. Usne Pranali ko apni godh mein khinch liya—ab Pranali Sharad ke lund pe direct baithi thi, dono ka body close, skin se skin chipki hui.

Pranali ne apne haath Sharad ke shoulders pe rakhe, thoda support liya, aur dheere-dheere apni chut ko Sharad ke lund pe upar-niche slide karne lagi.
Sharad ne apni arms uski kamar pe tight kar di, uski hips ko guide karte hue,
"Bas, aise… Pranali, tune mujhe pagal kar diya hai…"
Pranali, lips parted, neck pe sweat ka glow, eyes half closed, soft moan nikalti,
"Ahh… Sharad… main bhi… yeh sab tere saath hi feel hota hai…"
Dono ka motion ekdum synced ho gaya—Pranali upar-niche move karte, har thrust pe wet sound aur skin ki slap goonj rahi thi:
"slap… slap… shlick… slap…"
Sharad ne kabhi uske boobs ko hold kiya, kabhi uski kamar pe grip tight ki,
"Aur tez, baby… show me how much you want it…"
Pranali ab aur wild ho gayi, dono hands bed pe rakh ke apni hips ko fast motion mein le aayi—her moans ab aur unfiltered,
"Haaann… Sharad… ohhh… yess… aur… yeh lund… mujhe pura bhar de…!"
Sharad bhi breathless,
"Shit… Pranali… ruk nahi sakta ab… tum meri ho, sirf meri…"
Pranali har thrust pe thoda grind karti, kabhi slow, kabhi fast, body ek wild dance kar rahi thi. Bed thoda shake kar raha tha, dono ki awazein mix ho kar ek wild symphony ban gayi thi—
"Ahh… haaannn… slap… shlick… thak… oh god…"
Dono ka climax close tha, pace aur badh gayi,
"Main aa rahi hoon… Sharad… don’t stop… aur… aur…!"
Sharad ne Pranali ko tightly hug kiya, ek last deep thrust, dono ek sath wild moan ke saath finish pe aa gaye,
"Aaahhhh… haaannn… yessss!"
Room mein sirf unki heavy breathing aur tangled bodies ka nasha reh gaya—do lovers, ek dusre mein lost, ab complete.



Wildness ke baad, room mein ab sirf ek sukoon bhari thakaan thi. Pranali ab bhi Sharad ki godh mein thi, dono ke bodies chipke hue, uski back par Sharad ka haath softly rest kar raha tha. Pranali ka head uske shoulder pe, saansen ab normal ho rahi thi, lekin heartbeat abhi bhi tej thi—lekin is baar excitement ki nahi, ek ajeeb comfort ki.

Bahar Mumbai ki traffic ki halke horn, lekin andar sirf dono ki saans, skin ki warmth aur uss sukoon ka nasha tha jo sirf sachcha pyaar la sakta hai… ya phir uss dangerous thrill ka aftermath jo ek dusre ke liye sab kuch tod dene ka nasha deta hai.
Sharad ne softly uske baal brush kiye, cheek pe ek gentle kiss diya.
"Tired?" usne pucha, voice mein woh masti bhi thi, aur thoda pyaar bhi.
Pranali ne eyes half close karke slow smile di,
"Bahut… par yeh thakaan sabse sukoon wali hai… lagta hai saari zindagi aisi raat ka intezaar kiya tha."
Sharad, ek second silent, then serious tone mein,
"Tujhe kabhi lagta hai… hum dono ka yeh rista sach mein possible hai? Mirzapur, tumhara family, Soham, Munna… sab kuch kitna complicated hai."
Pranali ne thoda soch ke uska hand squeeze kiya,
"Complicated hai… par jab tumhare saath hoon, sab kuch simple lagta hai. Jitni der tum pass ho, mujhe koi regret nahi."
Thodi der dono chup rahe—dil ki awaaz, aankhon ki language chalti rahi.
Phir, Pranali ne neck me apna mangalsutra feel kiya, ek deep breath li,
"Kabhi kabhi guilt aata hai… par phir tumhe dekh ke lagta hai main bhi deserve karti hoon khushi."
Sharad ne uska face apni taraf turn kiya, gentle but intense,
"Main promise karta hoon, jab tak ho sake, main tujhse yeh khushi cheen ne nahi dunga."
Pranali ki aankhon mein thoda pani aa gaya, lips pe soft smile,
"Bas itna hi chahiye… aaj, abhi, yahi."
Dono tangled sheets mein, ek dusre ko softly hold karte, Mumbai ki raat ke backdrop pe, ek nayi shuruaat ki hope aur thoda dar le kar so gaye—future uncertain tha, par iss raat ka sukoon sirf un dono ka tha.


Late Night, 1:00 AM – Sharad’s Car, Pranali’s Home

Pranali abhi Sharad ki car mein thi, eyes dreamy, body thak chuki thi lekin face pe ek soft, satisfied glow tha. Phone vibrate hua—Rhea Calling.
Pranali ne thak ke phone uthaya,
"Hello…?"
Rhea ki teasing voice,
"Didi, kidhar ho? 1 baj gaye! Ghar ka gate khol ke so bhi gayi main, Aryan bhi so gaya… tu abhi tak aayi nahi. Kya scene hai, Mumbai ki Queen?"
Pranali ne aankhein roll ki, ek choti si smile ke saath bola,
"Bas… aa rahi hoon, Rhea. Thodi der lag gayi, traffic bahut tha."
Rhea ne instantly tease kiya,
"Acha traffic? Ya Sharad bhaiya ka romantic traffic? Dekh le didi, Aryan ko mat bolna ki tu Mirzapur se Mumbai sirf uski chudail wali mummy banne aayi hai!"
Pranali thak ke hansi,
"Pagal hai tu, main aa rahi hoon… ab please phone rakh."
A few minutes later...
Sharad ne car society gate pe stop ki, soft, slow music ab bhi car mein baj raha tha. He turned to her, smile mein wohi masti aur pyaar tha,
"Good night, Pranali. Aaj ki raat… best thi."
Pranali blush karte hue, ek soft goodbye ke liye jhuki. Sharad ne uske lips pe gentle, sweet kiss diya—ek second ke liye poori duniya ruk gayi.
Balcony pe Rhea khadi thi, sab kuch dekh rahi thi. Jaise hi Sharad ne good night kiss diya, Rhea ne apni aankhon pe haath rakh liya aur halki si hansi dabai,
"Aiyo didi, filmy romance kar rahi hai tu bhi!"
Pranali quietly gate se andar chali gayi. Ghar aake, chappal nikaali, lights off ki aur softly Aryan ke pass jaake so gayi. Chehre pe ab bhi wohi smile thi—jo sirf sachche pyaar, wild raat, aur thodi si secret masti ke baad aati hai.


Morning ki light abhi soft thi. Pranali ne Aryan ko breakfast de diya, phir herself ek mug chai bana kar kitchen table pe baith gayi. Baal thode messy, lips pe ek soft afterglow, aankhon mein neend ka nasha… aur blush abhi bhi gayab nahi hua tha.

Tabhi Rhea kitchen mein enter hui—bina kuch bole usne ek hi nazar Pranali ke face pe daali, phir ek dramatic gasp nikali,
“Oho! Didi, kya baat hai! Lagta hai raat ko Mirzapur ki queen ne Mumbai mein aag laga di!”
Pranali ne instant mug se face chhupa li,
“Pagal hai kya, subah subah shuru ho gayi tu!”
Rhea ne side se chair kheech ke baith gayi, face pe naughty smile,
“Acha sach sach bata, raat ko kitne baje aayi thi? Maine toh dekha—Sharad bhaiya ki car, phir woh good night kiss… arey balcony se sab clear dikh raha tha! Wah didi, romance bhi full filmi!”
Pranali poori laal ho gayi,
“Rhea! Stop, Aryan sun lega!”
Rhea ne Aryan ki taraf dekha, fir softly bola,
“Arre Aryan toh cartoon mein lost hai! Tu bata, yeh Sharad bhaiya waise hi hai, ya Mirzapur ke jiju ko pata hai?”
Pranali ne deep breath li, phir aaj decide kar liya ki sach bol hi deti hoon,
“Dekh, Soham aur Sharad college friends hai. Mirzapur waale jiju ne khud introduce karwaya tha Sharad se. Sab kuch ekdum easy nahi hai, but… main yahan Mumbai mein aayi toh Sharad mujhe phir se mila. Bas, feelings ho gayi… socha, ek chance deserve karti hoon.”
Rhea ne dramatic hair flip kiya,
“Wah, didi! Matlab jiju ka friend hi tumhara Mumbai ka boyfriend! Full modern love story chal rahi hai. Main toh pehle se guess kar rahi thi. Bas ek baat—don’t worry, main mummy ko kuch nahi bolungi. Mujhe maza aata hai tere secrets jaankar. Kya hi film chal rahi hai yaar tumhari zindagi mein!”
Pranali ne relief ki ek smile di,
“Thank you, Rhea. Bas kisi ko mat bolna. Mujhe khud samajh nahi aata main kya kar rahi hoon—kabhi guilt, kabhi khushi, kabhi full-on madness.”
Rhea ekdum gossip queen ban gayi,
“Chal, details de! Raat ko kya hua? Main toh dekh ke samajh gayi thi ki aaj kuch alag hi dhamaka hone wala hai. Tu aise blush kar rahi thi jaise college wali didi ho!”
Pranali ne ek pal hesitate kiya, phir ek deep sigh ke saath finally give in kiya—
“Rhea… raat ko sab kuch tha. Pehle Sharad ne mujhe godh mein uthaya, phir bed pe wild ho gaye… main khud bhi itni bold ho gayi thi ki socha nahi tha. Usne mujhe… upar se niche tak taste kiya. Pehli baar laga ki main kisi ki fantasy nahi, kisi ki sachchi chaahat hoon.”
Rhea full wide eyes ke saath,
“Wah, didi! Matlab full wild…? Like… movie jaise, ya usse bhi zyada?”
Pranali thoda blush karte, thoda naughty ho kar,
“Movie se bhi zyada! Pata hai, maine pehli baar kisi ke saamne sab kuch loose kar diya. Sharad ke touch mein, main literally melt ho gayi thi. Har sound, har moan, sab kuch control ke bahar ho gaya. Kabhi uski godh mein, kabhi bed pe, kabhi doggy style, kabhi…” (She giggled, covering her mouth.)
Rhea pura excited,
“Aiyo didi! Matlab tu bhi ab boldness ki queen ho gayi! Bas tu aise hi happy reh. Aur koi detail chhupa mat, mujhe sab chahiye—varna main mummy ko bol dungi ki tu aajkal badi secretive ho gayi hai!”
Pranali ne Rhea ki arm pakad ke pull kiya,
“Pagal! Mummy se door rakhna meri love story. Par sach bolun, Rhea… main pehli baar khud ke liye jee rahi hoon. Sharad ke saath sab kuch alag hai—guilt bhi hai, but yeh nasha bhi hai.”
Rhea ne pyar se Pranali ka haath hold kiya,
“Didi, mujhe lagta hai tu deserve karti hai happiness. Tu sach mein badal gayi hai—par main tere saath hoon, chahe mummy kuch bhi kahe. Bas mujhe kabhi-kabhi wild updates milti rahein!”
Dono behne hans padi, ek dusre ko hug kiya. Kitchen mein ek secret sisterhood ki warmth thi, aur ek nayi morning ki fresh hope.


Rhea aaj full curiosity mode mein thi. Coffee ke sips ke beech woh Pranali ko ghoorti rahi, fir sudden ek direct sawaal thok diya—

“Didi… toh batao, yeh Sharad kya tera naya jiju banne wala hai kya?”
Pranali ne chauk ke dekha, phir smile karte hue thoda real soch mein chali gayi.
“Aisi koi baat nahi hai, Rhea… Dekh, Soham mera pati hai, mera pehla pyaar bhi hai. Aryan ki wajah se toh hamari zindagi hamesha jud gayi hai. Sharad… uska saath kuch alag hai. Main khud nahi samajh pa rahi hoon—main use bhi pyaar karti hoon. Shayad do logon se ek hi waqt mein pyaar ho sakta hai.”
Rhea thoda soft ho gayi,
“Par didi… Soham ke saath toh love marriage thi na? Aur Aryan bhi hai.”
Pranali ne honest jawab diya,
“Haan, love marriage thi. Soham ne hamesha mujhe pyaar diya, respect diya… uska hak bhi hai mujh par. Main usse kam pyaar nahi karti. Par Sharad ke saath… lagta hai jaise kuch adhoora tha, woh ab mil gaya. Uske touch, uski baaton mein ek nasha hai. Shayad galat hoon, par khud se jhoot nahi bol sakti.”
Rhea ne ek long sigh li, phir teasing smile ke saath,
“Matlab meri didi full movie heroine ban chuki hai! Dono hero, ek Mirzapur ka king, ek Mumbai ka maverick.”
Pranali hans padi,
“Aisa mat bol, sab kuch utna glamorous nahi jitna dikh raha hai. Bohot guilt bhi hai, Rhea. Lekin main chahti hoon tu samjhe—main pehli baar sirf apne liye jee rahi hoon.”
Rhea serious ho gayi,
“I get it, didi. Tu chahe jo bhi choose kare, main tere saath hoon. Bas sach bolti rehna, mujhe bhi thoda thrill chahiye life mein.”
Phir Rhea ne ek naya plan banaya,
“Waise, abhi Sharad bhaiya se officially milna hai. Last time toh sirf 2 minute car ke bahar dekha tha—ab proper introduction chahiye. Chale cafe milne?”
Pranali ne pehle to socha, phir shoulders utha ke bola,
“Let’s see. Tumhare Sharad bhaiya busy rehte hain, par plan bana sakte hain. Par main warning de rahi hoon—yeh filmy sawal mat poochna, varna main dono ko bhaga dungi!”
Rhea ne eyes roll ki,
“Main toh fun ke liye milna chahti hoon! Ab mummy ko toh bata nahi sakti, kisi ko toh future jiju bolun!”
Pranali ne coffee sip ki, eyes mein ek honest sparkle,
“Jiju bolne se pehle dekh le, meri life ka next chapter kaun likhta hai—Soham ya Sharad.”
Rhea hans padi, table ke across Pranali ki haath squeeze kiya,
“Jo bhi ho, mujhe invite milna chahiye wedding ke liye! Aur haan—tu happy reh, that’s all I care.”
Dono behne hans rahi thi, kitchen ki halke suraj ki roshni mein ek nayi beginning ka feel tha. Life messy thi, complicated thi, par sisterhood, sachai aur thoda filmy masti toh hamesha tha hi.

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Thanks all for the support 

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Soon will provide na big update...currently focusing on another story.

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Nice story brother... Bro mujhe v story likhna hai.. tum bta sakte ho kya photo kaise create karte ho.. kisi AI se ya bs edit kar dete ho.. animation wale photos

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Thanks all for all the support, I am still thinking ki ise intresting kese bnaya jaye, I know i have powerful charters in it an ek bechari aurat un sbke bich fasi padi hae, Sabko eksath lekar story ko intresting twist dena hae bs monotonus sex nhi dikhana, do wait for some more time for next updates.

Meri bako stories ke bhi update in progress mae hae, jo mae ek ek krke jaldhi end kr dunga.

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Kaleen Bhaiya haveli ke private study mein baithe the. Shaam ki roshni ab kam ho chuki thi, aur room mein ek thanda, calculating mahol tha. Unka dimaag abhi bhi Munna ki wild aiyashi aur Pranali ke tej dimag ke beech ke khel par atka hua tha.

Tabhi unke secret phone par Makul ka call aaya. Makul, jo Mumbai mein Pranali par nazar rakhe hue tha.
Kaleen Bhaiya (Awaaz mein tezi): "Bol, kya khabar hai?"
Makul (Dusri taraf se, ghabrahat mein): "Bhaiya, badi kharab report hai. Bank wali madam... Pranali... woh yahan Mumbai mein akeli nahi hai. Woh... woh Sharad Shukla ke saath hai."
Kaleen Bhaiya ka chehra ekdum paththar ho gaya. Unhone apni aankhein narrow ki. Sharad Shukla—Jonpur ka don, Munna ka pichhla dushman, aur taaqatwar khiladi!
Kaleen Bhaiya (Dheere, par tez): "Kya bakwaas kar raha hai? Woh Munna ka dushman hai. Woh Pranali ke paas kyun hai?"
Makul: "Pata nahi, bhaiya. Par woh dono mall mein the, filmy tareeke se mile. Phir walk kiya... aur woh log kafi intimate lag rahe the. Maine photo bheja hai, dekhiye."
Kaleen Bhaiya ne bina der kiye phone par photos khole. Screen par Pranali thi—saree mein nahi, balki fitted jeans aur sleeveless top mein. Chashme ke neeche uski aankhon mein hansi thi, azadi thi. Aur uske bagal mein Sharad Shukla khada tha, ekdum naya lover jaisa dikh raha tha. Ek photo mein Sharad ne masti mein Pranali ka haath pakda hua tha.
Kaleen Bhaiya ka khoon khaul utha. Woh gusse se apna glass table par rakh chuke the, par unka gussa ab thanda aur calculating ho gaya tha. Munna ki property, jise woh road side tak claim kar chuka tha, ab dushman ki baahon mein khush thi.
Kaleen Bhaiya (Mann mein): "Munna ne sabhi hadhein par kar di, usse apna maal samajh liya... aur yahan dushman ne uske junoon ko hathiyaar bana liya."
Unke dimag mein yeh baat saaf thi ki Sharad ka maqsad sirf ayiyashi nahi tha. Sharad Munna ko maar dene ke liye Pranali ka istemal kar raha tha. Magar Sharad ka asli plan (Soham ki deal) Kaleen Bhaiya ko pata nahi tha—sirf dushmani ka ehsaas tha.
Kaleen Bhaiya (Awaaz mein thanda, meetha zehar): "Makul, ek baat yaad rakh. Munna ko is bare mein ek shabd bhi nahi pata chalna chahiye."
Makul: "Ji bhaiya. Lekin kyun? Woh don hai... usko samajhna chahiye."
Kaleen Bhaiya (Garajte hue, par dheere): "Agar Munna ko abhi pata chala, toh woh jung chalu kar dega. Humara dushman chupke se vaar kar raha hai, toh hum bhi chupke se khel khelenge."
Kaleen Bhaiya ne aakhri hukum diya: "Teri nazar Sharad aur Pranali par 24 ghante honi chahiye. Mujhe har chhoti badi khabar chahiye. Pranali ab sirf Munna ki kamzori nahi hai, woh ek hathiyar hai jo dushman ke haath mein hai."
"Jab tak main na kahun, koi kuch nahi bolega."
Makul ne sir jhuka kar bola: "Ji bhaiya."
Kaleen Bhaiya ne phone cut kiya. Apni aankhon mein Munna ki harkat aur Sharad ka dhoka rakh kar, unhone table par rakhi talwar ko chhua... ek nayee jung ki tayari shuru ho chuki thi!


Subah ki halki dhoop Pranali ke Mumbai waale flat ke living room ki khidki se andar chhan rahi thi. Pranali, ek simple salwar-suit mein, wahi azaadi aur nayi mohabbat ka nasha aankhon mein liye chai ka cup pakde baithi thi. Pichhle do din se Sharad kaam mein busy tha, aur yeh durii Pranali ko aur zyada reflective bana rahi thi.

Uski aankhon ke saamne do filmein chal rahi thin: Ek, Soham ke saath college mein hua pyaar aur shaadi ka sukoon—woh sachcha, aasan rishta. Aur doosri, Sharad ke saath Mumbai ki chori-chhipe guzaari raat—woh wild, bechain aur pehli baar ki mohabbat jaisa junoon.
Pranali (Mann mein): Mujhe abhi bhi Soham se utna hi pyaar hai, jitna hamesha se tha. Par Mirzapur ne mere andar ki woh zaroorat jaga di, jise Soham kabhi samajh nahi paya. Aur Sharad... usne toh bas, us zaroorat ko pehchaan liya. Ab wapas Mirzapur jaana hai... aur yeh nayi Pranali us purani duniya mein kaise adjust karegi?
Tabhi, uski choti behen Rhea, nayi web-series ke spoiler se zyada naughty smile liye room mein daakhil hui.
Rhea: "Good Morning, Didi! Kya baat hai? Chai ka cup hothon pe hai, par nigaahein Marine Drive se seedha Jonpur ki taraf hain, kyun?"
Pranali jhatke se hosh mein aayi, chehra thoda laal ho gaya.
Pranali (Halki daant ke saath): "Rhea! Kya bakwaas kar rahi hai? Main toh bas soch rahi thi wapas jaane ke baare mein."
Rhea (Aankh maarte hue, uske bagal mein baithte hue): "Haan haan, wapas Sharad Jiju ke paas jaane ka soch rahi ho. Saamne toh chai hai, par dimaag mein toh unhi ke haathon ki coffee ka nasha chal raha hai, hai na?"
Pranali phoonk maar kar chai ka cup tezise rakh diya.
Pranali (Awaaz dheemi aur ghabrahat mein): "Rhea, paagal! Tujhe sharam nahi aati? Soham tere jiju hain! Ghar pe koi sun lega, toh kitni badi bhasad ho jayegi!"
Rhea (Zor se hasste hue): "Arre! Soham Jiju toh Mirzapur mein hain. Aur yahaan Mumbai mein... Sharad Bhaiya hi asli hero hain. Didi, woh date, woh kiss... woh passion... woh college waala first love waala feel tha na?"
Pranali (Flustered, haathon se Rhea ko dhakelte hue): "Chup ho ja, besharam! Aisa kuch nahi tha! Woh sirf dosti thi... aur ek emotional moment!"
Rhea: "Emotional moment haathon se nahi hota, Didi. Aur emotional moment ke baad koi puri raat ka plan nahi banata hai! Sach bol, Masti aayi na? Munna ke darr ke aage, Sharad ka pyaar bahut sukoon de gaya."
Pranali ne haar maan li. Ek lambi saans li aur muskura diya.
Pranali: "Haan, Shubha ne sahi kaha tha. Sharad ke saath... lagta hai main phir se wohi college wali Pranali hoon... jo kisi ki parwah nahi karti thi."
Rhea: "Exactly! Aur ab tum wapas jaa rahi ho wahan... wahi Mirzapur ki bhasad mein."
Pranali (Aankhon mein dard): "Haan, chutti khatam ho gayi hai. Aur Mujhe jaana hoga... Soham ka phone aayega."
Rhea (Serious hote hue): "Toh wahan jaakar himmat rakhna. Aur Sharad Bhaiya ka phone number save kar ke rakhna... tumhari pehli azadi ki nishani hai woh."
Pranali ne chai ka aakhri ghunt liya. Mumbai ki hawa mein nayi mohabbat thi, par Mirzapur ki zanjeer phir se bula rahi thi.








Pranali abhi bhi Rhea ki gossipy aankhon mein dekhti hui, apni dil ki halat ko chhupane ki nakam koshish kar rahi thi. Rhea ke chehre par apne Jiju (Sharad) ke baare mein baat karne ka pura sukoon tha.

Tabhi, Pranali ka phone table par vibrate hua. Screen par Sharad ka naam chamakta dekh kar Pranali ki saans ek pal ke liye ruk gayi.
Pranali (Uthte hue, halki ghabrahat mein): "Main... main abhi aati hoon."
Rhea (Aankh maarte hue): "Arre! Uthne ki zarurat kya hai? Speaker pe daal de, hum dono sunenge."
Pranali ne tez nazar se Rhea ko dekha, phone uthaya, aur living room ke doosre kone mein chali gayi.
Pranali: "Hello, Sharad?"
Sharad (Phone par, awaaz mein urgency aur charm): "Haan, Pranali! Main free ho gaya hoon. Ek important Art Gallery event hai shaam ko. Bahut classy log aayenge. Tumhara mood badal jaayega. Tayyar ho jao... tumhe dekhne ke liye wahi milte hain."
Pranali ki aankhon mein ek nayi chamak aayi. Art Gallery—Munna ke darr se bohot door.
Pranali: "Art Gallery? Theek hai... par tumhe mujhe time dena hoga."
Sharad: "Time hi time hai, meri jaan. Bolo, kya main tumhe 5 baje pick kar lun?"
Pranali ne hanskar haan bolne waali thi, tabhi Rhea chupke se uske bagal mein aayi aur seedha phone mein chilayi!
Rhea (Poore dramatic style mein): "Jijoo! Jijoo! Aap meri Didi ko akela kyun le jaa rahe ho? Mujhe bhi ghuma lao na! Main bhi Art Gallery dekhna chahti hoon!"
Pranali ka chehra ek pal mein safed aur laal dono ho gaya. Usne tez nazar se Rhea ko dekha, jaise ab uski jaan le legi.
Pranali (Dheemi, gusse wali fuskusahat): "Rhea! Pagal ho gayi hai tu?! Chup ho ja!"
Sharad (Dusri taraf, zor se hasste hue): "Hahahaha! Tumhari choti behen toh kamaal hai! Jiju! Wah!"
Pranali ne phone ko apne kaano se hataya, aur Rhea ko ek zor ki daant lagayi:
Pranali (Sharmindagi aur dar mein): "Tumhe pata hai Soham tere jiju hain! Aur agar kisi ne sun liya toh main tujhe zinda nahi chhodungi!"
Rhea (Naatak karte hue, mooh bana kar): "Main toh bas mazak kar rahi thi! Aur Sharad Bhaiya ko sach mein achha laga!"
Sharad (Call par, abhi bhi hasste hue, lekin calm hote hue): "Pranali, tension mat lo. Tumhari behen toh full fun hai! Theek hai, Rhea ji aur Pranali ji, ham tum dono bhi aajao! Double date ho jayegi!"
Pranali ne aankhein band ki. Ab koi escape nahi tha. Sharad ne situation ko ekdum smoothly handle kar liya tha.
Pranali (Rhea ki taraf dekhti hui, thoda haar maan kar): "Tum toh jaanti ho na sab! Chalo, theek hai phir Sharad... main aur Rhea donon tayyar hote hain."
Sharad: "Perfect. 5 baje main tumhare ghar ke paas wait karunga. Ready ho jao."
Pranali ne call cut kiya. Usne aankhon mein gusse aur sharm ke saath Rhea ko dekha, jo ab apni badi jeet par muskura rahi thi.
Pranali: "Ab agar tune ek aur shabd Jiju ke baare mein bola, toh main tujhe Art Gallery nahi jail bhejungi!"
Rhea (Khushi mein taali bajate hue): "Deal! Jiju se milne ke liye jail bhi manzoor hai! Ab chalo, didi, tayyar hote hain! Aaj main tumhe woh dress pehnaungi jo Sharad Bhaiya ko seedha Mirzapur ki bhasha bhula de!"
Pranali ne sar pakad liya, par andar hi andar ek ajeeb si khushi thi—rishta khatarnaak tha, par ab escape mumkin nahi tha. 5 baje ka waqt tay tha.




Pranali ne almari se sabse nazuk, figure-hugging classic off-white silk saree nikali, jiske borders par halki golden zari ka kaam tha. Yeh saree uske glowing skin aur soft curves ko ek shaleen elegance de rahi thi, lekin sleeveless deep-cut blouse pehente hi, uske toned arms aur bhare hue sthan (bust) ki innocence turant ek sachchi, chupi hui sexiness mein badal gayi. Usne pallu ko bade dhyaan se patla aur kam rakha, taaki uski patli kamar aur blouse ki fit poori tarah se nazar aaye, yeh dekhte hue ki woh munna ki wildness ko bhoole, par Sharad ki aankhon mein nayi aag laga sake. Mirror ke saamne baith kar, usne makeup shuru kiya, soft base aur minimal foundation se uski masoomiyat barkarar thi, par usne kajal thoda gehra kiya, aur red lipstick lagayi—woh masoom aankhein aur bold lips ka combination poori tarah se irresistible lag raha tha. Usne apne baalon ko loose curls mein chhod diya, mangalsutra uske deep neck par shaan se chamak raha tha.

Tabhi, Rhea apne high-fashion crop top aur palazzo mein tayyar ho kar kamre mein aayi. Rhea ne Pranali ko top-to-toe dekha, aur uski aankhein hairani se phail gayin.
Rhea (Dheere se, awe mein): "Didi... tu toh aaj... kamaal lag rahi ho. Poori queen."
Pranali (Halki sharm aur muskaan ke saath): "Bas, zyada mat bol, dekh kitna time lag gaya tayyar hone mein."
Rhea (Uske paas aate hue, uski kamar ko dekhte hue): "Time toh lagna hi tha... itna maal bana hai ki Sharad Bhaiya ka dil seedha lung pe aakar ruk jaayega." (Rhea ne masti mein uske baalon ko chhua). "Woh sleeveless cut aur yeh saree... uff! Innocent face aur body full fire! Aaj toh Art Gallery mein aag lag jaayegi!"
Pranali (Halki si sharmindagi, par andar se khushi): "Rhea! Pagal hai tu! Chup kar... aur chal ab... warna late ho jayenge."
Rhea (Hanskar, uski baah pakadte hue): "Late nahi hona chahiye Didi. Humara Jiju wait kar rahe hain! Ab chalo!"
Dono behenein halke kadmon se kamre se nikli... Pranali ke dil mein excitement aur Rhea ki aankhon mein khel ka nasha tha... aur Art Gallery unke intzaar mein tha!




Sharad ki sleek black luxury car Pranali ke apartment ke gate ke paas aakar aahista se ruki. Usne sunglasses hataye, aur Pranali aur Rhea ko gate ki taraf aate hue dekha. Pranali ne golden zari waali off-white saree pehni thi, sleeveless blouse mein uske sharir ka curve ekdum perfect lag raha tha. Uske honthon ki gehri laali aur kajal ki tez aankhen pehli nazar mein hi bijli gira rahi thin.

Sharad ne unhe dekha, aur uske hoth halke se khul gaye—ek be-awaaz gasp.
Sharad (Mann mein): Sala Soham... chutiya hai woh saccha! Yeh maal uske haathon mein kaise aaya? Munna toh pagal hua hi tha, par main... uff! Iski elegance darr aur lust dono paida kar rahi hai. Jaldhi Munna ke marne ke baad Soham ko bhi mar dunga main... aur ise hamesha ke liye apni randi banake rakhunga! Kya maal hai yeh Pranali!
Pranali aur Rhea dono gate tak pahunchi. Pranali nervously muskurayi, uski aankhon mein Sharad ki bechaini saaf dikh rahi thi.
Pranali (Halke se): "Hi Sharad... kaisi lag rahi hoon?"
Sharad (Apne khayal se baahar nikalte hue, hothon par control la kar): "Tum... tum toh seedha Art Gallery ki centerpiece lag rahi ho, Pranali. Kamaal lag rahi ho. Tumhara yeh look toh Mirzapur ki bhasha bhula dega."
Rhea turant aage aayi, apne modern look aur naughty smile ke saath.
Rhea (Teasing, aankh maarte hue): "Jiju! Bas itna hi? Aap toh humari Didi ko dekh ke bolna hi bhool gaye! Koi dhang ki tareef toh karo!"
Pranali sharm aur gusse ke mix mein Rhea ki taraf palat gayi.
Pranali (Fuskusahat mein, ghabrahat se): "Rhea! Pagal hai tu! Maine bola na chup rah! Ghar ke paas aisa mazak mat kar!"
Sharad zor se hans pada. Uski hansi unke dono ke bhaari mahol ko halka kar gayi.
Sharad (Haste hue): "Arey Rhea ji, aap toh full entertainer ho! Jaldi aajao donon. Mujhe khushi hai ki aap bhi aa rahi ho."
Pranali ne apna face theek kiya, ek lambhi saans li, aur Rhea ko apne bagal mein ghaseet kar car ke paas le gayi. Sharad ne gentlemanly andaaz mein Pranali ke liye darwaza khola. Pranali sharmate hue andar baith gayi, uske jism ki khushboo car ke andar chha gayi. Rhea turant peeche baithi, aur Sharad driver seat par baith gaya.
Sharad (Car start karte hue, rearview mein dekhta hua): "Aaj raat Mirzapur ki bhasad bhool jao... yeh raat sirf Mumbai ki art aur apne pyaar ke liye hai."





Mumbai ke posh area mein Art Gallery ki imarat shaandaar thi. Andar soft lighting, expensive art installations aur dheere-dheere baat karte hue sheher ke ameer aur taaqatwar log the. Har koi designer kapdon mein sophisticated lag raha tha.

Sharad Pranali aur Rhea ko lekar confidence ke saath andar daakhil hua. Pranali apni off-white saree mein graceful lag rahi thi, aur Rhea bhi apne stylish outfit mein kisi model se kam nahi thi. Sharad ekdam smooth tha, har doosre aadmi se haath mila raha tha, jaise woh yahan ka asli malik ho.
Rhea ki aankhein hairani se phail gayin. Usne dheere se Pranali ke kaan mein fuskusaya.
Rhea (Aahista se, awe mein): "Didi, yahan toh alag hi duniya hai! Soham Jiju bhi acche hain na, par agar tum Sharad Jiju se set ho gayi na... toh tum sach mein rani jaisi rahogi! Soham Jiju ke saath toh bas bank wali zindagi hai."
Pranali sharm aur ghabrahat mein apni elbow se Rhea ko halka sa pinch kiya.
Pranali (Fuskusahat mein, gusse se): "Rhea! Chup ho ja! Kya bol rahi hai tu!"
Sharad, jo aage chal raha tha, unki nayi bhasha sun kar palta aur zor se hans pada.
Sharad (Amusement mein): "Lagta hai tumhari gossips kaafi interesting hain! Rhea ji, aap toh kaafi direct hain!"
Rhea ne sirf muskura diya, jaise apni badi jeet ho gayi ho.
Tabhi, Pranali ka phone vibrate hua. Screen par Munna ka naam chamakta dekh kar, Pranali ka chehra ekdum safed pad gaya. Usne turant Sharad aur Rhea ko dekha.
Pranali (Thoda forced smile ke saath): "Woh... ek zaruri office ka call hai. Main bas do minute mein aati hoon."
Woh tezise gallery ke ek khaali corner ki taraf nikal gayi, jahan Munna ka junoon aur uske guilt ka samna hona tha.
Sharad, Pranali ko jaate hue dekhta raha, aur phir Rhea ki taraf palta. Uske chehre par ab hansi nahi thi, ek gehra sawaal tha.
Sharad (Aawaaz dheemi aur serious): "Rhea, mujhe ek sachcha jawab chahiye tumse. Tum jaanti ho na ki tumhari Didi shaadi-shuda hai... aur main uske saath jo kar raha hoon woh galat hai? Tumhe is baat ka gussa nahi aata?"
Rhea ne apna sara masti side mein rakha. Usne seedha Sharad ki aankhon mein dekha, uski aankhon mein gussa nahi, apni behen ke liye sachcha pyaar aur protection thi.
Rhea: "Main unki choti behen hoon, Sharad Bhaiya. Maine apni Didi ko rote hue dekha hai Mirzapur mein—darr mein, guilt mein, aur akela mehsoos karte hue."
Rhea: "Maine tumhe dekha hai unke saath. Aur unko do din mein utna khush aur zinda dekha hai jitna maine unhe saalon mein nahi dekha hai."
Rhea: "Toh mujhe koi dikkat nahi hai aapke saath unke hone se."
Rhea ne aage jhuk kar sharad ko aahista se chetawani di.
Rhea: "Bas ek baat yaad rakhna... Meri Didi ko rulaa mat dena dobara. Agar unhe phir se takleef hui, toh aapka panga sirf Munna se nahi hoga... Mujhse lena padega."
Sharad ne uske chehre ko dekha—uska darr chala gaya tha, uske badle ab sachcha pyaar tha. Sharad halka sa hans pada, uske dil mein Rhea ki hansi aur chetawani dono giri thi.
Sharad: "Tum toh full dangerous ho, Rhea ji! Main aapki Didi ko sach mein khush rakhunga."
Rhea: "Good. Ab jao, unki saari musibat door karo."
Rhea ne sharad ko wapas Pranali ke paas bhej diya, jahan woh Munna ka call sambhal rahi thi... Aur Sharad jaanta tha, ab uske pyaar ko family ki manzoori mil chuki thi—bus woh unki behen thi!




Pranali tez kadmon se Art Gallery ke ek khaali corridor mein aayi aur Munna ka call uthaya. Uske dil ki dhadkan Munna ke naam se hi dugni ho chuki thi.

Pranali (Halki awaaz mein): "Hello, Munna."
Munna (Dusri taraf, awaaz mein raw possessiveness aur garmi): "Kya kar rahi ho, Pranali? Mumbai mein akeli ho... aur Mujhe bhool gayi kya? Tumhari aawaaz mein woh josh nahi hai."
Pranali (Control karte hue): "Main Art Gallery mein hoon, bahut bheed hai. Aur tumhe main kaise bhool sakti hoon?"
Munna (Teasing, commanding): "Achha? Agar bhooli nahi ho... toh mujhe dikhao ki tum ab bhi meri ho. Main yahan Mirzapur mein intzaar kar raha hoon... mujhe kuch dekhna hai."
Pranali ka gala sookh gaya. Munna ki demand saaf thi. Woh jaanti thi ki agar usne mana kiya, toh Munna aur zyada pareshaan karega ya waapas aane ko kahunga.
Pranali (Jhukkar, dheemi awaaz mein): "Munna, yahan bahut log hain... aur main Art Gallery mein hoon."
Munna: "Art gallery? Toh chalo apni Art dikhao. Washroom mein jao. Aur mujhe dikhao ki tum ab bhi kitni garam ho."
Pranali ne ek lambhi saans li. Usne apni saree ko sambhaala aur tez kadmon se washroom ki taraf chal di.
(Washroom ke andar, Pranali ne darwaza lock kiya. Mirror mein uski aankhon mein sharm, excitement, aur majboori ka mishran tha.)
Munna (Phone par, ab aur zyada excited): "Ab wahan kya kar rahi ho? Saree khulo... mujhe tumhare woh soft boobs dekhne hain jo mere liye kaam karne lage hain."
Pranali ne apni saree ka pallu dheere se hataaya. Uska sleeveless blouse tight tha. Usne blouse ke upar se apni saree ko thoda neeche khiskaaya taaki cleavage aur zyada expose ho jaye.
Pranali (Fuskusahat mein): "Main picture bhej rahi hoon... bas ek baar."
Usne apna phone nikala. Mirror ke saamne jhukkar, usne apni saree ki dor ko halka loose kiya taaki deep cleavage aur uske ubharte hue boobs ka corner dikhe. Ek click.
Phir, Munna ki wildness ko satisfy karne ke liye, usne apni armpit ko halka sa expose kiya—us jagah par jahan Munna road side par chhoota tha. Yeh shot raw aur bold tha. Ek aur click.
Pranali ne jaldi se dono tasveerein Munna ko bhej di. Saree theek ki aur apna chehra poncha.
Munna (Message turant aaya, awaaz mein raw satisfaction): "Aha... meri Rani! Yeh hai sachchi Art! Jao, ab jao aur apne doston ke saath enjoy karo... par yaad rakhna... tumhari poori body ab mere control mein hai."
Pranali ne phone ko apni mutthi mein kas liya. Uske jism par sharam aur Munna ki taaqat dono ka ehsaas tha. Usne apne chehre ko theek kiya, aur Art Gallery ki taraf wapas chal di—jahan Sharad aur Rhea uska intzaar kar rahe the... bilkul anjaan ki kuch pal pehli hi Pranali ne apni nayee aur purani zanjeer ko ek saath mazboot kar diya tha!









Pranali tez kadmon se washroom se wapas aayi, uske chehre par paani ke chheente aur aankhon mein sharam aur tez dhadkan ki nishaani thi. Usne Sharad ko aur Rhea ko Art Gallery ke ek corner mein khade dekha.

Sharad ne turant uska badla hua chehra pehchaan liya. Rhea unse thoda door khadi thi, ek painting ko ghoor rahi thi, jaise unki privacy ka poora khayal ho.
Sharad (Awaaz dheemi aur fikarmand): "Kya hua, Pranali? Sab theek hai na? Tumhari aankhon mein paani kyun hai?"
Pranali ne aankhein neeche kar li, sach bolne mein woh ghabra rahi thi.
Pranali (Dheere se, fusfusate hue): "Woh Munna tha phone par... usne kaha ki main Art Gallery mein jo bhi kar rahi hoon... usse dekhna hai."
Sharad (Eyebrows raised, par shaant): "Matlab? Usne kya dekha?"
Pranali: "Usne... usne kaha ki main uska maal hoon aur usne kuch pics maange the... cleavage aur armpits ke... toh maine bhej diye."
Sharad ne ek pal ke liye Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha. Uske chehre par gussa nahi tha, sirf us dard ko samajhne ki koshish thi. Usne dheere se Pranali ka haath pakda. Uska touch Munna ke possessive touch se bilkul alag tha—narm, par bharosemand.
Sharad: "It's okay, Pranali. Tumhe darne ki zarurat nahi hai. Usne jo bhi maanga, woh tumhari majboori thi. Don't worry. Yeh sab khatam ho jayega."
Sharad ne halke se Pranali ka haath dabaya aur ek aakhri bar dekha.
Sharad: "Ab aao. Art Gallery ki khubsurati dekhte hain. Yeh Munna ki gandagi se bohot door hai."
Rhea, jo doosri taraf khadi thi, ek pal ko apne kandhe ko halka sa hilaaya, jaise keh rahi ho: "Mission clear hai." Woh jaan boojh kar unke paas nahi aayi, unhe space de rahi thi taaki Pranali ko apne nayi dosti mein bharosa ho.
Sharad aur Pranali Art Gallery mein aage badhe. Ab unki baat Munna ki possessiveness par nahi, balki paintings aur unke nayi dosti par thi. Pranali ne apni sharam chupayi, aur Sharad ke saath wapas hasna shuru kar diya—ek nayi zanjeer Munna ki thi, aur ek nayi azaadi Sharad ki baahon mein thi.

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Art Gallery, Shaam

Pranali abhi bhi Sharad ke saamne khadi thi, Munna ke messages aur apne sach ko dabane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Rhea unse kaafi door thi, ek painting ko ghoor rahi thi par unki taraf poora dhyaan tha.
Sharad ne wine ka glass dheere se side table par rakha. Uske hothon par ek naughty muskurahat thi, aankhon mein junoon aur himmat.
Sharad: "Tum yahan Art Gallery mein ho aur Munna wahan Mirzapur mein jhooth ki bhasad mein hai... aur Rhea bhi bahar hai. Munna ko toh kuch spicy mila hai subah... kya hum bhi kuch spicy kar sakte hain?"
Pranali ki aankhein badi ho gayeen. Usne turant Sharad ko rokne ki koshish ki.
Pranali: "Sharad! Yeh kya keh rahe ho? Yahan kitne log hain!"
Sharad ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya, awaaz dheemi aur pyaar bhari, par hukum waali.
Sharad: "Uski chinta tum mat karo." Usne apna haath Pranali ki kamar par rakha aur ek jhatke mein usse apni taraf khinch liya. "Aao mere saath."
Sharad Pranali ko Art Gallery ke peeche ke corridor ki taraf le gaya. Wahan ek chhota sa room tha—shaayad maintenance ya storage ke liye. Sharad ne room ka darwaza khol diya aur Pranali ko andar dhakel diya.
Jaise hi woh andar aaye, do muscular security guards aaye aur chupchaap room ke darwaze ke bahar khade ho gaye.
Sharad (Muskurate hue, ghamand se): "Dekha? Full privacy hai. Ab koi Munna ya koi aur yahan nahi aayega."
Usne turant Pranali ko deewar se laga diya. Pranali ka ek haath uske sir ke upar tha, jise Sharad ne apni mazboot mutthi mein pakda tha. Dusra haath Sharad ki kamar par tha.
Pranali ka saans tez ho gaya. Saree ka pallu uske kandhe se phisl chuka tha aur zameen par gira tha. Sleeveless blouse mein uska deep cleavage poori tarah se exposed tha.
Sharad ka ek haath uske kamar par tha, tight, possessive grip mein. Usne apna chehra Pranali ke chehre ke bilkul nazdeek le aaya. Unke lips ke paas sirf hawa ka faasla tha.
Sharad (Aankhon mein dekhte hue, halki muskurahat): "Ab yeh view... Munna ko dekh kar khush ho gaya hoga."
Pranali sharm aur junoon se apni aankhein jhuka li, uska poora chehra laal ho chuka tha. Deewar ke sahare woh ekdum helpless, par Munna ke shabdon ke samne ek nayee chahat ke saath khadi thi.







Sharad ne Pranali ki sharam aur junoon ko apni aankhon mein mehsoos kiya. Usne aakhri faasla khatam kiya aur apne honthon ko Pranali ke narm honthon se milaya.

Pehla touch halka tha, ek swaal jaisa, par Pranali ne is baar koi resistance nahi diya—usne aankhein band ki aur Munna ke darr ko hata kar Sharad ki baahon mein kho gayi. Sharad ka kiss aur gehra hua, zubaan ka pehla touch ek electric current jaisa tha.
Pranali ne apne haathon ko deewar se aazaad kiya, aur uske haath Sharad ki gardhan par chale gaye. Junoon mein, Pranali ne Sharad ke neeche ke honth ko halka sa daant se dabaya (lip bite) aur phir ek garm suck ke saath apna sara pyaar aur chahat us kiss mein daal diya. Uska yeh active response Sharad ko aur zyada wild kar gaya.
Sharad ne Pranali ko deewar se alag kiya aur uske saree ki patli doriyon par apne honth le aaya—neck kiss. Soft, wet kisses Pranali ki gardhan par phail gaye, jiske jawab mein Pranali ke honthon se halke, madhur moans (soft moans) nikalne lage: "Mmmh...* Sharad...**"*
Sharad ka ek haath ab uske kamar se upar aaya aur Pranali ke sleeveless arms ko softly sehlaane laga (playing her arms). Uska touch halke se Pranali ke blouse ke kapde ko chhoota hua uske pet ki taraf bhi gaya (playing her belly).
Pranali ka pet ki skin ekdum naram aur garm thi. Sharad ne apni ungliyon se saree ke andar se uske pet ko dheere se sahlaaya aur uske naabhi (navel) ke paas ek halka sa circle banaya. Pranali ka jism ekdum sirsira gaya, usne Sharad ko aur kas ke pakad liya.
Sharad ka doosra haath ab bhi uske blouse ki deep neckline ke paas tha, uske kapde ko halka sa chhoota hua, uske sthan ki garmi ko mehsoos kar raha tha. Yeh Munna ki roughness se bilkul alag tha—yeh tha pyaar bhara junoon, jo Pranali ko bhi bahut pasand aa raha tha.
Pranali ki aankhon mein ab koi sharam nahi thi, sirf nayi chahat thi. Usne apna chehra Sharad ke gale mein chhupa liya, uske hothon se bas ek naam nikal raha tha: "Sharad...* Sharad..."
Room ke bahar security guards khade the, aur andar Pranali apne pati ke dhoke aur Munna ke darr ko bhool kar, Sharad ki baahon mein apni nayi mohabbat ko mehsoos kar rahi thi. Unki saansen, unke chumban aur unka naram sparsh Art Gallery ke us khaali kone mein ek nayee dastan likh raha tha.




Sharad ne Pranali ko deewar ke sahare khada hi rakha, uske haath uske kamar par the aur aankhon mein junoon tha. Pranali ki saansein tez thin. Achanak, Sharad ne Pranali ki kamar ko halka sa dabaya, aur woh dheere se neeche baith gaya.

Pranali shock ho gayi, uski nazar seedha Sharad ke sir par thi, jo ab uski saree ke andar chala gaya tha. Usne apni saansein rok di, pari pehli baar uski aankhon mein sharam se zyada dar aur bekraari thi.
Sharad ne apne haathon se Pranali ki off-white cotton soft panty ko dheere se neeche khiskaaya. Panty uske paas gir gayi, jo pehle se hi uska junoon lekar geeli ho chuki thi. Ab Pranali ki clean aur garm chut Sharad ke saamne thi, ek dum exposed aur vulnerable.
Sharad ne ek pal ke liye uske jism ki us khoobsurati ko dekha, phir usne apni ungliyon se halka sa chut ko press kiya.
Pranali ka pura jism ek jhatke mein kaamp gaya! Uske honthon se ek zor ki lambi moan nikal gayi: "Aaaahhh!"
Usne turant apna haath apne chehre par rakh diya, taaki uski awaaz bahar na jaaye, par uske sharam aur bekraari chhip nahi rahi thi.
Sharad ne uske haath hatane ka intzaar nahi kiya. Usne apni zubaan se Pranali ki chut par halki si garm lick ki—ek teasing sparsh. Pranali ki saansein tez ho gayeen.
Sharad ab puri tarah uske andar tha. Usne apne honthon se uske soft folds ko pakda aur uske clit par focus karte hue gehra chumban shuru kiya—ek French Kiss jo sirf uske junoon ke liye tha.
Pranali ki ankhein band ho gayeen, uske ghutne tezi se sheck karne lage (knees shaking). Uski moans ab aur heavy ho gayi thin, sirf haath se dabi hui awaaz room mein goonj rahi thi: "Mmmh... Sharad... aur tez... mujhe yeh chahiye... ohh!"
Sharad ka passion aur tez tha, uski zubaan aur lips Pranali ki chut par ek wild dance kar rahe the, jiske aage Pranali ki har sharam aur har guilt haar maan chuka tha... uske ghutne ab control ke bahar the.







Sharad ne apni zubaan ki raftaar ko aur tez kar diya—wild, tez, aur bechain. Pranali ka pura jism deewar se laga tha, uske ghutne ab kaampne lage the, aur uske honthon se sirf tez moans aur siskiyan nikal rahi thin.

Pranali (Uski awaaz gale mein dabi, zor se): "Ohh! Sharad... Aur tez! Main... main control nahi kar sakti ab! Haaan... bas abhi... mujhe chahiye... mujhe tod do aaj!"
Sharad ka passion aur tez ho gaya. Uski zubaan aur lips Pranali ki chut par ek animalistic dance kar rahe the. Pranali ki aankhein band thin, aur usne apni puri taaqat se apni hips ko Sharad ke chehre par press kar diya aur ek lambi, tez moan ke saath release kiya (orgasm).
Sharad ne Pranali ka har ek boond chhat liya (consumed everything), bina koi awaaz kiye sirf uski chut par apne kaam ko pura kiya.
Jab Pranali ki saansein thodi normal huin, Sharad dheere se upar aaya. Uske honth aur zubaan Pranali ke junoon aur uske apne satisfaction se geele the.
Sharad ne bina kuch bole Pranali ko kamar se pakda aur apne honthon se uske honthon ko zor se dabaya—ek wild, post-climax kiss.
Pranali ne us kiss mein apne hi jism ka nasha mehsoos kiya (tasted herself). Woh sharam aur bekraari se ek pal ke liye hil gayi, lekin usne apni aankhein band ki aur jawab diya—kyunki ab woh ismein poori tarah kho chuki thi.





Khel ki garmi aur nasha abhi bhi chhaya tha, tabhi Pranali ka phone purse mein zor se vibrate hua. Screen par Rhea ka naam chamak raha tha—waqt khatam ho chuka tha!

Dono ek jhatke mein hosh mein aaye. Pranali ne apna haath apne chehre par phera, Sharad ne uske paas giri hui panty uthaayi aur turant saree ke folds ko theek karne mein lag gaya.
Sharad (Fuskusahat mein, tez saans lete hue): "Jaldi Pranali! Hum bahar chalna hoga!"
Pranali ne apne honth saaf kiye, toote hue pallu ko kisi tarah adjust kiya, aur apne chehre par Art Gallery wali muskurahat laane ki koshish ki. Dono ne ek doosre ko dekha—jahan ab sirf garmi aur ek raaz tha—aur room se bahar aa gaye Art Gallery ki bheed mein!

Pranali aur Sharad room se bahar aaye, dono ke chehre par ab bhi us junoon ki halki si laali chhayi thi. Pranali apni saree ko tezise theek kar rahi thi, aur Sharad apne shirt ki collar ko adjust kar raha tha.

Rhea turant unki taraf badh aayi, aankhon mein shaitani chamak aur hothon par badi muskurahat thi.
Rhea (Amusement se): "Arey wah! Kahaan the love birds? Woh kone wale room mein kya chal raha tha jo itne paseene chhoot gaye hain? Art Gallery mein tum log kaunsi art bana rahe the?"
Pranali ka chehra ekdum safed pad gaya. Woh sharam se aankhein nahi mila paayi aur Rhea ko halka sa dhakka diya.
Pranali (Ghabrahat mein, fuskusahat): "Rhea! Pagal ho gayi hai tu! Chup kar!"
Sharad bhi nervously hans pada, uske liyeh yeh pal bahut embarrassing tha, par Rhea ki masti usko samajh bhi aayi ki woh cover de rahi hai.
Sharad: "Hahaha! Rhea ji, aap toh bilkul jaasoos nikli! Hum toh bas ek private deal ki baat kar rahe the na Pranali?"
Pranali ne apna haath apne chehre par rakh diya, lekin sharam mein bhi woh halki si hanss di—tension release karne ke liye.
Rhea (Aankh maarte hue, dono ko aage dhakel kar): "Theek hai, theek hai! Enjoy enjoy! Mujhe koi dikkat nahi hai aapke private time se! Bas agli baar bata ke jaya karo ki Art Gallery mein kya kya dekhna hai!"
Sharad, Pranali ka haath pakad kar, zor se hans pada. Pranali bhi sirf muskura di—woh khushi aur sharam ke aakhri pal the.
Tino hanske aur baatein karte hue Art Gallery ki bheed mein mil gaye. Bahar ki duniya ke liye, woh sirf Art dekh rahe the, par unke andar ka raaz Art Gallery ke sabse bade raaz se bhi gehra tha.