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Subah ki dhoop hostel ki khidkiyon par chadh rahi thi jab Trupti abhi bhi apne bedroom mein Abhay ke khayalon aur apne gunahon ke bojh ke beech gehri neend mein soyi hui thi. Par hostel ke bahar, mahol ekdum alag tha. Rahul apni bullet bike par betha engine start kar chuka tha. Uske dimaag mein pichli raat ke wo saare drishya (scenes) ghoom rahe the jo usne pinhole camera se dekhe the—kaise uski Maa ne Abhay ka lund apne muh mein bhar kar use 'taste' kiya tha. Wo gussa aur wo 'cuck' wali jalan Rahul ke lund mein ek bhayanak tanaav paida kar rahi thi.

Tabhi Kriti hostel ke gate se nikal kar bahar aayi. Kriti, jo Trupti ki sabse achhi dost thi, wo asal mein Rahul ke shaitani jaal ka ek bohot hi sexy aur zaroori mohra (pawn) thi. Aaj Kriti ne ek behad tight white crop top aur ek choti si denim skirt pehni thi. Uske 34-inch ke kase hue boobs us top ke patle kapde ko cheer kar bahar aane ko betaab lag rahe the. Usne apne baal khule chhode the aur hothon par wahi dark red lipstick lagayi thi jo Rahul ko pasand thi.


"Ready, Rahul?" Kriti ne ek nasheeli muskaan ke saath pucha. Use zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki uska ye 'handsome dude' BF ek asli mastermind hai. Wo toh bas is baat se khush thi ki usne college ke sabse sharif aur ameer ladke ko apna bana liya hai.
"Baitho Kriti... movie ke liye late ho jayenge," Rahul ne sarsari nazar uske badan par daali. Uski aankhon mein aaj mohabbat nahi, balki ek bhookhe janwar ki bhadaas thi.
Kriti bike par Rahul ke peeche baith gayi. Bullet ke pichhle hisse ki unchai ki wajah se use thoda aage jhukna pada. Jaise hi Rahul ne accelerator ghumaya aur bike jhatke se aage badhi, Kriti ne darr ke maare Rahul ki kamar ko kaskar pakad liya. Uske naram aur garam boobs Rahul ki muscular peeth par poori tarah chipak gaye (pressed).
Rahul ko apni peeth par Kriti ke nipples ki sakhti mehsoos ho rahi thi. Bike ki vibrations aur Kriti ke jism ki garmi ne Rahul ke dimaag mein aag laga di. Wo baar-baar wahi yaad kar raha tha ki kaise uski Maa ne Abhay ko satisfy kiya tha. Uske andar ka gussa ab ek 'wild sexual aggression' mein badal chuka tha.


'Tumhe lagta hai tum mera pyaar ho, Kriti?' Rahul ne bike tez chalate hue socha. 'Nahi... tum sirf ek bartan ho jisme main apna wo zeher ugalunga jo Maa ne mere dimaag mein bhar diya hai. Aaj main tumhe bataunga ki jab ek beta apni Maa ko kisi aur ke saath nanga dekhta hai, toh uski bhadaas kaise nikalti hai.'
Kriti, jo abhi bhi 'movie date' ke sapno mein thi, wo Rahul ke kase hue badan ka lutf (pleasure) le rahi thi. Usne apna chehra Rahul ke kandhe par rakha aur apne boobs ko aur kaskar uski peeth par ragadne lagi. Use lag raha tha ki Rahul bhi utna hi romantic mehsoos kar raha hai, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ki jeans ke andar uska 6-inch ka hathiyar lohe ki rod ki tarah tana hua hai aur wo use kisi bhi waqt 'istamaal' (use) karne ke liye betaab hai.
"Rahul... tum aaj bohot chup ho?" Kriti ne uske kaan ke paas haanfte hue pucha.
"Bas... movie ka intezar kar raha hoon Kriti," Rahul ne ek krur (cruel) muskaan di. "Wahan dark room mein... hum wo sab karenge jo tumne kabhi socha bhi nahi hoga."
Rahul ne bike ki speed aur badha di. Raaste ki hawa Kriti ki skirt ko baar-baar upar utha rahi thi, jisse uski gori jaanghein Rahul ke thighs se takra rahi thin. Rahul ka dimaag poori tarah se 'horny and angry mode' mein tha. Use ek 'slut' chahiye thi jispar wo apna saara control dikha sake, aur Kriti uske liye is waqt sabse perfect shikaar thi.
Trupti hostel mein apne mangalsutra ke guilt mein soyi thi, Abhay apne 'pyar' ke sapne dekh raha tha, aur yahan Rahul apni hi 'sharan' mein aayi hui Kriti ko ek gandi aur be-rahama dopahar dene ki tayyari kar raha tha. College fest se pehle ki ye morning date ek aisi tabahi ki shuruat thi jo Trupti ke har rishte ko raakh kar dene wali thi.

Theatre ka andhera kisi gehri saazish ki tarah un dono ke charon taraf phaila hua tha. Morning show hone ki wajah se bheed na ke barabar thi, aur Rahul ne jan-bhoot kar sabse peeche wali corner seat chuni thi, jahan screen ki roshni bhi mushkil se pahunch rahi thi. Movie shuru hue kuch hi minute hue the, par Rahul ka dimaag parde par chal rahi kahani mein nahi, balki apne phone ki gallery mein qaid un tasveeron mein tha jo usne Trupti ki li thin.
Kriti ne bade pyaar se Rahul ke muscular kandhe par apna sar rakha hua tha. Wo movie ka lutf le rahi thi, ye soch kar ki uska boyfriend aaj bohot romantic mood mein hai. Par Rahul ke dimaag mein ek bhayanak toofan chal raha tha. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar Trupti ka wo drishya ghoom raha tha—kaise wo Abhay ke samne ghutno par baithi thi. Jab usne apne phone par Trupti ki wo deep cleavage wali photo dekhi, toh Rahul ke lund mein ek jordaar vibration mehsoos hui. Uska tanaav bardaasht se bahar ho gaya tha. Use is waqt apni mardangi ka gussa nikalne ke liye ek jism chahiye tha, aur Kriti uske liye ek 'jeeti-jaagti slut' se kam nahi thi.


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Rahul ne bina koi waqt zaya kiye apna bhari haath Kriti ke naram badan par sarkaaya. Usne Kriti ke patle crop top ke upar se hi uske 34-inch ke kase hue boob ko kaskar apni mutthi mein bhar liya aur use be-rahmi se masalne laga.
"Ahhh... Rahul! Ssssss..." Kriti ke muh se ek dabi hui siskaari nikal gayi. Usne ummed nahi ki thi ki Rahul itni jaldi aur itni roughness ke saath shuru ho jayega.
Rahul ne Kriti ki gardan par apne dantan gada diye aur uske kaan ke paas guraate hue pucha, "Tayyar ho meri jaan? Aaj main tumhe wo maza dunga jo tumne sapne mein bhi nahi socha hoga."
Kriti, jo Rahul ke is 'bad-boy' andaaz par fida thi, usne thoda naughtily uski aankhon mein dekha aur fusfusayi, "Main toh kab se tayyar hoon Rahul... jab tum chaho, jaise tum chaho."
Rahul ki hawas ab charam par thi. Usne Kriti ko seat par thoda niche kheencha taaki wo andhere ka poora fayda utha sake. Usne Kriti ke crop top ke andar apna haath ghusaya aur uske nange maans ko nochne laga. Rahul ko is waqt Kriti mein Trupti ka aks (reflection) dikh raha tha. Wo jitni zor se Kriti ko masal raha tha, use lag raha tha ki wo apni Maa ki us 'bewafayi' ka badla le raha hai.


"Tum jaanti ho na Kriti... tum meri 'personal toy' ho," Rahul ne uske hothon ko be-rahmi se choomte hue kaha. Uska haath ab Kriti ki choti denim skirt ke andar ja chuka tha.
Kriti madhosh ho rahi thi. Use Rahul ki ye mardana roughness bohot uttejit (arouse) kar rahi thi. "Mmmhhh... yes Rahul... tum jo chaho karo mere saath."
Theatre ki deewaron par movie ki aawazein goonj rahi thin, jo Kriti ki siskariyon aur Rahul ki bhari saanson ko duniya se chhupa rahi thin. Rahul ka 6-inch ka hathiyar uski jeans ko faadne ki koshish kar raha tha. Wo jaanta tha ki ye sirf shuruat hai. Aaj wo Kriti ka wo haal karne wala tha ki wo fest ke dinon mein bhi Rahul ke naam se kaanpne lagegi.
Mastermind Rahul ab apni frustration nikalne ke liye poori tarah taiyar tha. Usne Kriti ko apni godh mein bitha liya, uski skirt upar sarak gayi aur uski gori jaanghein Rahul ke tanaav se takrane lagin. Andhere theatre ka wo kona aaj ek aise gande khel ka gawah banne wala tha, jiske nishaan Kriti ke jism par agle kayi dinon tak rehne wale the.

Theatre ke us andhere kone mein movie ki awaaz sirf ek shor ban kar reh gayi thi. Screen par kya chal raha tha, isse na toh Rahul ko matlab tha aur na hi Kriti ko. Rahul ka gussa aur hawas ek baar phir uske dimaag par haavi ho chuke the. Usne Kriti ki gardan pakad kar use thoda niche ki taraf dhakela.
Kriti, jo Rahul ko khush karne ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak jaane ko taiyar thi, wo turant samajh gayi. Usne dabe paaon seat se niche ghutno ke bal baithne ki koshish ki, par theatre ki seats tang thin, isliye wo Rahul ki thighs ke beech mein hi simat gayi. Usne kaanpte haathon se Rahul ki jeans ki zip neeche kheechi.
Zip-p...
Andhere mein bhi Rahul ka 6-inch lamba aur lohe ki tarah sakht lund jhatke se bahar nikal aaya. Kriti ne jab us garam aur tanaav se bhare hathiyar ko apne naram haath mein pakda, toh uski apni saansein ukhadne lagin. Usne bina koi deri kiye apna muh poora khola aur Rahul ke tope (glans) ko apni gili jeebh se chaatna shuru kiya.
"Mmmhhhh... Kriti... yes!" Rahul ne seat par peeche sir tika diya aur apni aankhein band kar lin.
Kriti ne ab lund ko poora apne muh mein bhar liya. Wo bohot hi shiddat aur dedication se apna kaam kar rahi thi. Uska gila aur naram muh Rahul ke lund ki shaft ko kaskar jhakad raha tha.
Slurp... slurp... ghup... ghup... ghup...
Theatre ke sannate mein Kriti ke gale se nikalne wali wo gandi aur raseeli 'ghup-ghup' ki awaazein Rahul ke kaanon mein nasha ghol rahi thin. Wo sach mein bohot achha chus rahi thi, uska thook (saliva) lund ki shaft par phisal kar Rahul ki tatiyon (balls) tak ja raha tha. Rahul ne mehsoos kiya ki Kriti ka vacuum itna strong tha ki use lag raha tha uska saara dum nikal jayega.


Rahul ne apne dono haath Kriti ke white crop top ke andar ghusa diye. Usne uski 34-inch ki bhari chhatiyon ko bina kisi reham ke kaskar dabocha aur unhe apni mutthi mein masalne laga. Usne Kriti ke nipples ko apni ungliyon se zor se pinch kiya, jisse Kriti ne muh mein lund liye hue hi ek dabi hui cheekh nikaali.
"Chuso ise... poora gale tak utaaro meri randi!" Rahul ne guraate hue kaha. Uske dimaag mein abhi bhi Trupti aur Abhay ka wo 'mouth-fuck' wala manzar ghoom raha tha. Use lag raha tha ki wo Kriti ke zariye us apmaan ka badla le raha hai.
Kriti ne lund ko aur gehra lena shuru kiya (deep throat). Uska sar tezi se aage-piche ho raha tha, aur uska thook Rahul ke lund par chamak raha tha. Har baar jab wo poora lund apne gale tak le jati, ek silsilati 'ghup' ki awaaz aati jo Rahul ko aur bhi wehshi bana rahi thi. Rahul ne Kriti ke baalon ko peeche se kaskar pakda aur apne lund ko uske muh mein jhatke se 'fuck' karne laga.
"Ahhh... Kriti, tumhara muh kitna garam hai... ssssss!" Rahul ki saansein bhari ho gayin thin. Wo Kriti ke boobs ko itni zor se masal raha tha ki uske naram maans par Rahul ki ungliyon ke nishaan padne lage the.
Kriti ne ek pal ke liye lund bahar nikaala aur uske tope ko apni gaalon se ragda, phir ek baar 'pop' sound ke saath use wapas andar le liya. Wo Rahul ko wo charam sukh dena chahti thi ki wo sab kuch bhool jaye. Rahul ko is waqt Kriti ki 'skills' par hairani ho rahi thi—wo wakayi ek pro ki tarah chus rahi thi, uski jeebh lund ki ragon (veins) ko neeche se chat-te hue upar ja rahi thi.
Theatre mein movie ka climax chal raha tha, par yahan Rahul ka climax bardaasht se bahar ho raha tha. Uska gussa ab poori tarah hawas mein badal chuka tha. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki uska lund ab aag ugalne wala hai. Usne Kriti ka sar aur kaskar pakda aur uske muh mein aakhri dhakke maare.
"Main nikalne wala hoon Kriti... sab pi jana... ek boond bhi bahar nahi girni chahiye!" Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue kaha.
Rahul ka jism akad gaya aur usne garm veerya (cum) ki pichkariyan seedha Kriti ke gale ke andar daag din. Kriti ne bina ruke, ek-ek ghoont mehsoos kiya aur 'ghup-ghup' karte hue poora cum nigal liya. Usne aakhri baar lund ko saaf karne ke liye use poora chata aur phir Rahul ki thighs par apna sar tika kar haanfne lagi.
Rahul ne ek gehri saans li aur apni jeans ki zip band ki. Uska tanaav kam ho gaya tha, par uski shaitani muskaan abhi bhi wahi thi. Usne Kriti ke chehre ko upar uthaya, uske hothon par abhi bhi Rahul ki mardangi chamak rahi thi.


"Bohot achha kiya Kriti... tum sach mein meri sabse pyaari slut ho," Rahul ne uske maathe ko chooma, par uski aankhon mein abhi bhi Trupti ki tabahi ka plan chal raha tha.
Ab Rahul poori tarah 'refreshed' tha. Usne Kriti ko seat par wapas bitha diya aur use kaskar hug kiya. Kriti ko lag raha tha ki usne apne BF ka dil jeet liya hai, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ke liye ye sirf ek 'frustration release' tha. Movie khatam hone mein abhi waqt tha, par Rahul ke liye asli 'show' ab college fest mein shuru hone wala tha.

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Kriti abhi bhi haanf rahi thi, uske hothon par Rahul ki mardangi ka nasha abhi bhi taaza tha. Rahul ne use seat par seedha kiya, par uska haath ab Kriti ki denim skirt ke nichle hisse par tha. Usne bade hi shaant par khatarnak andaaz mein apna haath skirt ke andar sarkaaya aur Kriti ki silk panty ke kinare ko hatakar apni ungli uski gili darar (pussy) par rakh di.



Rahul ne dhire se wahan rub karna shuru kiya.


"Ahhh... Rahul... mmmhh... Rahul!" Kriti ne ek lambi aur naram siskaari li. Uska jism ek jhatke ke saath dhanush (bow) ki tarah akad gaya. Rahul ki ungliyon ka wo halka sparsh use pagal kar raha tha.


Rahul ne apni ungli thodi aur gehrai mein daali aur use bahar nikaal kar apne hothon se laga liya (licked the fingers). "Tum toh bohot zyada gili ho rahi ho Kriti... lagta hai mera ye 'treat' tumhe bohot pasand aa raha hai," Rahul ne uske kaan mein guraate hue kaha.



Kriti ne sharmate hue apna sar Rahul ke seene par ragaad diya. "Tumhare saath... main hamesha aisi hi ho jati hoon, Rahul."


Rahul ne ab koi waqt zaya nahi kiya. Usne Kriti ko uski kamar se pakda aur use ek hi jhatke mein utha kar apne upar bitha liya. Kriti ki taangein Rahul ke chaaron taraf phail gayi thin. Rahul ne apni jeans ki zip pehle hi kholi hui thi aur uska 6-inch ka hathiyar lohe ki tarah tana hua tha.


Kriti ne apne haath Rahul ke muscular kandhon par tika diye. Usne dhire-dhire niche baithna shuru kiya. Jaise hi Rahul ka garam lund Kriti ki gili yoni mein ghusne laga, dono ke muh se ek saath siskaari nikli.


"Ohhh... fuck... Kriti!" Rahul ne uski nangi gaand (ass) ko apne dono haathon se kaskar pakad liya.


Kriti ab Rahul ke upar upar-neeche hone lagi (riding). Theatre ki kursi unke wazan se halki-halki hil rahi thi. Kriti ki raftaar dhire-dheere badhne lagi. Uske 34-inch ke boobs Rahul ke seene se takra rahe the aur uske baal hawa mein bikhre hue the.


Thap... thap... thap...


Andhere mein unke jismon ke takrane ki aawaazein movie ke background music mein ghul rahi thin. Rahul ne Kriti ki kamar pakad kar use support diya aur niche se apne jhatke (thrusts) maarna shuru kiye. Wo har dhakke ke saath Kriti ko bata raha tha ki wo uska malik hai.


"Yes... aise hi... meri jaan!" Rahul ne Kriti ke hothon ko kaskar choom liya.



Kriti poori tarah madhosh ho chuki thi. Wo Rahul ke upar kisi wehshi ki tarah uchhal rahi thi, uski aankhein band thin aur wo sirf maza mehsoos kar rahi thi. Rahul ko dekh kar lag raha tha ki wo apni saari frustration, wo saara gussa jo usne Trupti ko Abhay ke saath dekh kar jama kiya tha, wo Kriti ke is jism par nikaal raha hai.


Theatre ke us sunsaan kone mein, movie ke khatam hone se pehle hi ek asli climax chal raha tha. Rahul ki mardangi aur Kriti ki ye 'submission' ne unhe college ki duniya se door ek aise gande aur naseele ehsaas mein jhonk diya tha, jahan se wapsi namumkin thi. Kriti ko lag raha tha ki ye sab 'pyaar' hai, par Rahul ke liye ye sirf uski shaitani ka ek aur chapter tha.

Theatre ke andhere mein movie ka shor ab sirf ek dhundhli pichand ban kar reh gaya tha. Rahul ka jism kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah Kriti par toot raha tha. Usne Kriti ki kamar ko itni zor se pakda tha ki uske naram maans par Rahul ki ungliyon ke neele nishaan chhapne lage the.



Rahul ka 6-inch ka hathiyar Kriti ki gili chut ko be-rahmi se raund raha tha. Har dhakke ke saath Kriti ka jism seat par oopar-neeche ho raha tha. Uske 34-inch ke boobs Rahul ke seene se takra kar buri tarah kuchal rahe the.


"Ahhh... Rahul! Fuck... tum... tum kitne wild ho gaye ho... sssss!" Kriti ne apna chehra Rahul ke kandhe mein chhupa liya, uski siskariyan ab rone jaisi lag rahi thin, par usme maza bhi behisab tha.


Rahul kuch nahi bol raha tha. Uske dimaag mein bas wahi tasveer thi—Trupti ka wo blowjob. Usne apne dhakkon (thrusts) ki raftaar aur badha di. Uska lund heavily Kriti ki chut ko chod raha tha, jaise wo Kriti ko nahi, balki us apmaan ko maar raha ho jo Abhay ne use diya tha.


Thap... Thap... Thap...


"Yes... chuso ise... mehsoos karo ise!" Rahul ne danton ko peeste hue guraaya. Uska climax ab bilkul kareeb tha. Usne Kriti ki gaand ko kaskar daboch liya aur aakhri teen-chaar dhakke itni zor se maare ki Kriti ki aankhein phat gayin.


Rahul ka jism buri tarah thar-tharaaya aur usne apna saara garm veerya (cum) Kriti ki gehraiyon mein ugal diya. Kriti ki chut poori tarah bhar gayi. Wo ek-ek pichkari mehsoos kar rahi thi aur uska jism dheela pad gaya. Rahul ne use abhi bhi kaskar pakda hua tha, haanfte hue, uska pasina Kriti ke nange pet par gir raha tha.



Kuch der baad, Rahul ne Kriti ko apne upar se utara. Kriti poori tarah thak chuki thi, uski ankhein band thin aur hothon par ek thaki hui muskaan thi. Rahul ne apni jeans ki zip band ki aur seat par peeche sir tika kar baith gaya.


Movie ke aakhri kuch minute bache the. Screen par hero-heroine mil rahe the, par yahan Rahul ke dimaag mein ek alag hi 'Climax' taiyar ho raha tha.


'Chalo... frustration release ho gayi,' Rahul ne ek thandi muskaan ke saath socha. Usne apne phone ko check kiya. Spyware se wo saara data collect kar chuka tha. 'Ab khel ka maidan saaf hai. Trupti Khanna aur Abhay... tum dono ne bohot nasha kar liya. Ab fest aane wala hai. Jab poora college lights ke niche nachega, tab main wo video viral karunga.'


Rahul ne Kriti ki taraf dekha, jo ab uske kandhe par sar rakh kar araam kar rahi thi. 'Kriti, tumne mera saath achha diya. Par ye toh bas shuruat hai. Fest ki raat jab tumhari 'best friend' Trupti ki izzat beech raste par nilaam hogi, tab tum dekhna ki tumhara BF kitna bada mastermind hai.'


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Movie khatam hui aur lights on ho gayin. Rahul ne Kriti ke bikhre hue baalon ko theek kiya aur use kaskar hug kiya. Kriti ko laga ki ye unki sabse romantic date thi, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki wo Rahul ke us 'Field Setting' ka ek chhota sa hissa bhar thi. Dono theatre se bahar nikle, Rahul ke chehre par ek vijeta (winner) wali chamak thi. Ab uski nazar sirf 'College Fest' par thi—wahi jagah jahan Trupti ki 'College Girl' wali jhoothi jannat hamesha ke liye raakh hone wali thi.

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College Fest ki countdown ab khatam hone ko thi, aur poora campus ek alag hi rang mein ranga hua tha. Committe ne final announcement kar di thi: Fashion Show aur Dance Competition ke liye Trupti aur Abhay ko "Showstoppers" chuna gaya tha. Unki chemistry Goa ke baad se hi poore college mein charcha ka vishay thi.

Raat ke 9 baj rahe the. Sunsaan auditorium ki lights madham thin. Trupti ne ek tight black leggings aur ek sleeveless tank top pehna tha, jisme uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ki contouring saaf dikh rahi thi. Abhay ne use waist se pakda aur music ki beat par ghumaya. Unke jism itne kareeb the ki Trupti ko Abhay ki tez dhadkan saaf sunayi de rahi thi.
"Dhire Abhay... main gir jaungi," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha, uska chehra paseene se chamak raha tha.
"Main girne nahi dunga Trupti... kabhi nahi," Abhay ne uski kamar par apni pakad aur kash di. Wo Trupti ko dance ke steps sikha raha tha, par har step ke saath unka sparsh gehra hota ja raha tha.
Trupti ke dimaag mein ek pal ke liye guilt ki lehar uthi. 'Main kya kar rahi hoon? Sanjeev ghar par mera intezaar kar rahe honge... unhe lagta hai unki biwi padhai kar rahi hai. Aur yahan main ek jawan ladke ki baahon mein pighal rahi hoon. Sanjeev ka wo thanda aur purana pyaar... aur Abhay ki ye jawan aag... main kaise chunu?' Ek pal ke liye usne socha ki wo Abhay ko apni asliyat bata de. Wo uske kaan ke paas jhuki, "Abhay... mujhe tumhe kuch batana hai... meri umar, meri asliyat..."




Par Abhay ne uske hothon par apni ungli rakh di. "Shhh... mujhe farq nahi padta tum kaun ho. Mere liye tum sirf meri Trupti ho." Trupti ne apne alfaaz nigal liye. Wo darr gayi ki sach sunte hi ye 'jannat' bikhar jayegi.

Break ke dauran, wo dono stage ke ek andhere kone mein baithe. Abhay ne Trupti ka haath pakda aur bade hi narm andaaz mein uske hothon ko choom liya. Ye ek soft, emotional kiss tha—isme koi hawas nahi thi, bas ek gehra judaav tha. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin, Sanjeev ka chehra dhundhla hota gaya aur Abhay ka ehsaas gehra.
Upar balcony ke andhere mein, Rahul apni saansein roke baitha tha. Uska phone 'Night Mode' par tha, aur wo niche chal rahi har harkat ko record kar raha tha. Wo Trupti ki har siskaari, har sparsh aur us kiss ko high-definition mein kaid kar raha sahi tha. Uske chehre par ek shaitani muskaan thi.
'Pyaar... Forever... dekhte hain kab tak,' Rahul ne socha. Usne turant ek 'rehearsal photo' li, jisme Trupti aur Abhay ek-dusre mein khoye hue the, aur use crop karke 'College Confessions' group par anonymously bhej diya.



Tabhi Kriti balcony mein dakhil hui. Wo Rahul ko dhoond rahi thi. "Rahul? Yahan kya kar rahe ho?"

Rahul jhatke se palta aur phone pocket mein chhupa liya. "Kuch nahi Kriti... bas upar se lights check kar raha tha." Kriti ne dekha ki Rahul ki aankhein niche stage par Trupti ko ek ajeeb si shiddat se ghoor rahi thin. Wo 'friendly' nazar nahi thi, wo kuch aur tha. Kriti ke mann mein pehli baar ek chota sa shak paida hua. 'Rahul Maa... mera matlab Trupti ko itna kyun dekh raha hai?'
Practice khatam karke Trupti jab washroom gayi aur apna phone check kiya, toh uske pairon tale zameen nikal gayi. Uske inbox mein ek unknown number se message tha:
"Enjoying the dance, Trupti? Watch your back... Your husband is watching."
Trupti ka chehra safed pad gaya. Usne ghabra kar chaaron taraf dekha, par wahan koi nahi tha. Uska jhoot ab use nigalne wala tha.




Rehearsal khatam hone ke baad auditorium ka sannata Trupti ko darrane laga tha, par Abhay ka haath uske haath mein ek ajeeb si himmat de raha tha. Abhay use dobara usi purani rooftop par le gaya. Raat ka sannata pehle se zyada gehra tha aur thandi hawa Trupti ki sleeveless tank top se nangi baazuon ko sehla rahi thi.

Abhay railing ke paas khada hua, uski aankhein shehar ki timtimati lights mein khoyi hui thin. "Trupti... jab main chhota tha, meri Maa mujhe sote huye chhod kar chali gayi thi. Mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai wo baarish wali raat jab main subah utha aur poora ghar khaali tha. Papa tab bhi kaam mein busy the aur aaj bhi hain. Unhe jab heart attack aaya, mujhe laga shayad wo mujhse kuch kahenge... par hosh aate hi unhone wahi files mangwa li."
Abhay palta aur Trupti ke chehre ko apne kapkapaate haathon mein bhar liya. "Tumhe pata hai, poora college mujhe 'Alpha' samajhta hai, par andar se main wahi 10 saal ka bacha hoon jo darta hai ki koi use phir se akela na chhod de. But with you... you are the first person who feels like home. Tumhare paas aakar meri talaash khatam ho jati hai."





Trupti ki aankhon se aansu behne lage. Ek Maa hone ke naate wo uske dard ko mehsoos kar pa rahi thi, aur ek premika hone ke naate uske samarpan ko. Usne aage badhkar Abhay ko ek bohot hi lamba aur jazbaati hug diya. Uska 38-inch ka naram seena Abhay ke chaudey seene mein dhans gaya.

Abhay ne Trupti ka chehra upar uthaya aur unke hoth ek-dusre se takra gaye. Ye kiss pichle sabhi chumbano se alag tha. Isme ek bhookh thi, ek waada tha. Abhay ne Trupti ke nichle hoth ko apne hothon mein dabaya aur use dhire-dhire suck karne laga. Trupti ne apni jeebh bahar nikali aur Abhay ki jeebh se takrayi. Dono ek-dusre ke muh ka ras aise pee rahe the jaise ye unki aakhri raat ho. Abhay ne Trupti ke hothon ko licking aur sucking se itna geela kar diya ki laar (saliva) unki thodi (chin) se niche girne lagi. Trupti ne siskari li aur Abhay ke baalon ko kaskar pakad liya.
"Abhay... suno," Trupti ne kiss todte hue haanfte hue kaha. "Main tumse ek waada karti hoon. Is Fest ke khatam hote hi... hum apne future ka faisla karenge. Main sab theek kar dungi."
Usi waqt, niche apne andhere kamre mein Rahul ye sab live sun raha tha. Usne apne kaanon par headphones laga rakhe the. Trupti ki wo 'Home' wali baat aur 'Future' ka faisla sunkar Rahul ka khoon khaul utha. Use laga jaise uski Maa ne use dhokha dekar kisi aur ko apna beta aur mard dono bana liya hai.
"Nahi... Nahi! Ye nahi ho sakta!" Rahul chillaaya. Uska gussa itna bhayanak tha ki usne apna mahanga phone uthaya aur deewar par poori taqat se de de maara.
CRASH!
Phone ke sheeshe bikhar gaye. Rahul wahi zameen par dher ho gaya. Uske dimaag mein Trupti ki siskariyan goonj rahi thin. Pehli baar, mastermind Rahul ki aankhon se gusse aur jalan ke aansu nikalne lage. Wo bacho ki tarah phat-phat kar rone laga, par uski rulaayi mein dard se zyada nafrat thi.
"Aapne hadd paar kar di Maa... Aapne us paraye ladke ke liye mere baap ko aur mujhe bhula diya? Future decide karengi aap? Thik hai... Fest ki raat faisla main karunga. Aisa faisla ki aap kisi ko muh dikhane layak nahi rahengi."
Rahul ne bikhre hue phone ke tukdon ko ghoora. Uski rone ki aawaz ab ek silsilati hansi mein badalne lagi. Uski mental state ab 'Breaking Point' par thi. Udhar chhat par Trupti Abhay ki baahon mein sukoon dhoond rahi thi, ye anjaan hokar ki uska apna beta niche apni tabahi aur uski ruswayi ka aakhri plan likh raha hai.
College Fest ki subah ab sirf kuch ghante door thi, aur uske saath hi aane wala tha Trupti ki zindagi ka sabse bada toofan.



Agli subah college ki hawa mein fest ki thirkan thi, par Rahul ke dimaag mein kal raat ka wo rooftop wala manzar kisi zeher ki tarah ghul raha tha. Uska bikhra hua phone aur uski Maa ka wo 'Future' wala waada use ek wehshi darinde mein badal chuka tha.

Rahul corridor mein tez kadmon se chal raha tha jab Kriti ne use roka. Kriti ke chehre par bechaini thi, usne kal raat balcony mein Rahul ki aankhon mein jo junoon dekha tha, wo use sone nahi de raha tha.
"Rahul, ruko!" Kriti ne uska haath pakda. "Tum kal se bohot ajeeb behave kar rahe ho. Aur tum har waqt Trupti ko itni nafrat ya pata nahi kis ajeeb nazar se kyun ghoorte rehte ho? Kya chal raha hai tumhare dimaag mein?"
Rahul ruka, uski aankhein laal thin. Usne Kriti ki taraf dekha—wo masoom, naye-naye ishq mein doobi ladki. Rahul ne bina kuch kahe Kriti ki kalai kaskar pakdi aur use ghasitate hue ek khali classroom ke andar le gaya. Usne darwaza andar se lock kiya aur Kriti ko ek hi jhatke mein teacher ki desk se sata diya.
"Rahul... ye kya kar rahe ho? Tumhe chot lag jayegi!" Kriti ghabra gayi.
"Sawaal bohot karti ho tum Kriti," Rahul ne guraate hue kaha. Usne Kriti ke dono haath desk par upar kaskar daboch liye. Uska gussa ab hawas mein badal chuka tha. Use apni Maa ki 'bewafayi' ka badla kisi jism par nikaalna tha, aur Kriti wahan maujood thi.


Rahul ne be-rahmi se Kriti ke top ke andar haath daala aur uske kase hue boobs ko nochne laga. Kriti ne dard aur uttejna (excitement) mein siskaari li. "Ahhh... Rahul... tum itne gusse mein kyun ho?"

Rahul ne koi jawab nahi diya. Usne Kriti ko jhatke se desk ki taraf mod diya (bend her over). Kriti ka chehra desk par tha aur uski denim skirt Rahul ne ek hi jhatke mein upar chadhadi. Usne Kriti ki panty neeche kheechi aur uski gori, kase hue gaand (ass) ko nanga kar diya.
Rahul ne apni jeans ki zip kholi aur apna 6-inch ka tana hua lund bahar nikaala. Wo lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht tha. Usne pehle apne lund ko Kriti ki gili chut par zor-zor se ragda (rubbing).
"Rahul... please... dhire..." Kriti ne haanfte hue kaha.



Par Rahul ke andar aaj koi reham nahi tha. Usne Kriti ki kamar kaskar pakdi aur bina kisi warning ke, peeche se apna poora lund Kriti ki tight chut mein ek hi jhatke mein utaar diya.

"AHHHHHHH! RAHUL!" Kriti ki ek dard bhari cheekh khali classroom mein goonj gayi. Uski aankhon se pani nikal aaya, kyunki Rahul ne use bilkul mauka nahi diya tha.
Rahul ne ab rukh badla. Wo wehshiyon ki tarah Kriti ko chodne laga. Uske dhakke itne zor se the ki desk aage-piche hil rahi thi.
Fat... fat... fat...
Maans se maans ke takrane ki wo gandi aawaazein Rahul ko aur bhi pagal kar rahi thin. Wo har dhakke ke saath soch raha tha ki wo Abhay ka gala daba raha hai, wo har jhatke ke saath apni Maa ke us 'I love you' ka badla le raha tha.




Mmmhhh... yes... aise hi... chillaao!" Rahul ne Kriti ke baalon ko kaskar peeche kheecha aur use kisi janwar ki tarah raundne laga.

Kriti, jo pehle dard mein thi, ab Rahul ki is mardana deewangi mein pighalne lagi. Uski siskariyan ab 'moans' mein badal gayi thin. "Ohhh fuck... Rahul... tum... tum maar hi daaloge... sssss!"
Rahul ka lund Kriti ki gehraiyon ko napa raha tha. Wo use itni buri tarah chod raha tha ki Kriti ke pair kanpne lage. Classroom ke andhere aur sannate mein Rahul ki bhari saansein aur Kriti ki 'Ahhh... ahhh' ki aawaazein ek ganda mahol bana rahi thin.
Rahul ne aakhri kuch dhakke poori taqat se maare. Uska climax itna bhayanak tha ki usne Kriti ki kamar par apne nakhun gada diye aur apna saara garm zeher Kriti ki chut ke andar bhar diya. Kriti dher hokar desk par gir gayi, uska jism thar-thara raha tha.




Rahul ne apna lund bahar nikaala aur bina kuch kahe apni zip band ki. Usne dekha ki Kriti wahan nangi halat mein haanf rahi thi, uski aankhon mein aansu the par ek ajeeb sa samarpan bhi.

"Sawaal mat poocha karo Kriti," Rahul ne thande lehje mein kaha aur darwaza khol kar bahar nikal gaya.
Kriti wahan akeli bethi rahi, apni bikhri hui skirt aur bikhre hue hosh sambhalti hui. Use pehli baar ehsaas hua ki Rahul sirf uska boyfriend nahi hai, wo kuch aur hai... kuch bohot hi khatarnak. Par uska jism abhi bhi Rahul ki us mardangi se tharthara raha tha.
Rahul corridor mein chalte hue muskuraya. Usne apni frustration nikaal li thi, par asli shikar abhi baaki tha. Fest ka mela saj chuka tha, aur ab baari thi Trupti Khanna ki asliyat ko nanga karne ki.

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College Fest ka pehla din kisi sapne jaisa shuru hua. Poora campus rang-birangi lights, banners aur phoolon se saja hua tha. Hawa mein popcorn, mitti ki sondhi khushboo aur loudspeaker par bajte halke music ka ek ajab sa nasha tha. Trupti aur Abhay, jo officially President aur Vice-President ki zimmedari nibha rahe the, subah se hi bhag-daur mein lage hue the.

Trupti ne aaj ek peele rang ki chiffon saree pehni thi, jiska sleeveless blouse uski gori peeth aur kandhon ko poori tarah nanga chhod raha tha. Usne apne baal ek side par kiye hue the, jisse uski gardan ka wo hickey wala nishaan ab halka pad chuka tha, par uski jagah ek nayi chamak uske chehre par thi.
"Trupti! Ye stage ke piche wala curtain sahi se lagao," Abhay ne door se chilla kar kaha, par uski aankhein sirf Trupti ke chalte hue badan par tiki thin.
Trupti kursi par chadh kar parda theek karne ki koshish karne lagi. Uska haath upar tha, jisse uski saree ka pallu thoda sarak gaya aur uski patli kamar ki gori chamak dhoop mein chamakne lagi. Achanak, uska pair thoda ladkhadaya.
"Ahhh!" Trupti ne ek dabi hui cheekh nikaali, par girne se pehle hi do muscular haathon ne use kamar se pakad kar neeche utaar liya.


Abhay ne use apni baahon mein hi rakha, unke chehre ek-dusre se mahaz kuch inch ki doori par the. "Maine kaha tha na, girne nahi dunga," Abhay ne dheere se uske kaan mein fusfusaya.
Trupti ne sharmate hue uska seena dhakela. "Abhay... sab dekh rahe hain. Chhodo mujhe."
"Dekhne do. Aaj sabko pata chalne wala hai ki is fest ki asli rounak kaun hai," Abhay ne uski naak ko chhua aur ek shaitani muskaan di.
Dono milkar auditorium ka decoration check karne lage. Kabhi Abhay jan-bhoojh kar Trupti se takrata, toh kabhi files pakdate waqt uski ungliyan Trupti ki hatheliyon ko sehla deti. Ek pal ke liye, jab wo dono back-stage akele the, Abhay ne Trupti ko ek khambe se sata diya aur uske maathe par ek lamba, sukoon bhara chumban (kiss) kiya.
"Tumhe pata hai Trupti? Aaj jab main tumhe is saree mein dekh raha hoon, mujhe lag raha hai ki main duniya ka sabse khush-kismat mard hoon," Abhay ne uski aankhon mein dekh kar kaha.
Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Wo itni khush thi, itni 'alive' mehsoos kar rahi thi, par uske dimaag ke ek kone mein Sanjeev ka chehra kisi parchaayi ki tarah mandra raha tha. Sanjeev ka wo chup-chap wala pyaar aur Abhay ka ye jazbaati toofan.
'Kya main sach mein is mard ke saath apni zindagi bita sakti hoon?' Trupti ne socha, jab wo Abhay ko dusre volunteers ko instructions dete hue dekh rahi thi. 'Is fest ke baad... mujhe chunna hoga. Ya toh main Sanjeev ki wahi thaki hui biwi ban kar wapas chali jaun, ya phir Abhay ka ye 'home' ban jaun jiska usne kal waada kiya tha. Par kya ye rishta meri asliyat ke bojh ko sambhal payega?'
Abhay ne palat kar use dekha aur ek flying kiss uchhala. Trupti ne hawa mein use pakad kar apne dil se laga liya. Is waqt, wo sab bhool jana chahti thi—Rahul ka gussa, Sanjeev ka intezar, aur apni umar ka jhooth. Wo bas is 'Touchy-Feely' ehsaas mein behna chahti thi.


Udhar, bheed mein Rahul aur Kriti bhi maujood the. Kriti ne dekha ki Trupti aur Abhay kitne khush lag rahe hain. Usne Rahul ka haath pakda, par Rahul ka jism patthar ki tarah sakht tha. Uski aankhein Trupti ki har muskaan ko 'record' kar rahi thin.
"Dekho na Rahul, kitne pyaare lag rahe hain dono," Kriti ne dhire se kaha.
Rahul ne ek krur (cruel) muskaan di. "Haan Kriti... bohot pyaare. Par tumhe pata hai na, sabse haseen sapne hi sabse buri tarah toot-te hain. Bas thoda intezar aur."
Trupti ko laga ki ye fest uski zindagi ki nayi shuruat hai, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki ye meethi aur romantic dopahar sirf us bhayanak toofan se pehle ki khamoshi hai, jo Rahul ne fest ki 'Grand Opening' ke liye bachakar rakha hai.

College Fest ki 'Grand Opening' ka waqt kareeb aa raha tha. Poore campus mein ek bhayanak uttejna thi, par auditorium ke backstage wale 'Dress Fitting' area mein ek alag hi nasha ghula hua tha. Trupti ko aaj ke fashion show ke liye 'Showstopper' banna tha, aur uske liye ek emerald green silk ki backless dress chuni gayi thi.
Trupti changing room ke parde ke peeche gayi. Silk ka wo thanda kapda uske garam jism se takraya toh uski ek siskaari nikal gayi. Usne apni saari utari aur wo dress pehnne lagi. Emerald green rang uske doodhiya badan par kisi gehri ghaati ki tarah khil raha hai. Dress peeche se poori tarah khuli thi, sirf do patli doriyaan thin jo uske bhari badan ko sambhale hue thin.
Abhay bahar intezar kar raha tha, par usse bardaasht nahi hua. Usne dhire se parda thoda sa sarkaaya.


"Trupti... ho gaya?" uski aawaz bhari thi.
Trupti ne aaine mein dekha aur palat gayi. Parda aadha khula (half-open) tha. Abhay ki saansein wahi ruk gayin. Trupti us haryali (green) silk mein kisi apsara se kam nahi lag rahi thi. Uske 38-inch ke boobs ka ubhaar us tight kapde mein se saaf jhalak raha tha aur uski nangi peeth chandni ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
"Tum... tum kamaal lag rahi ho," Abhay ne andar dakhil hote hue kaha aur parda poori tarah band kar diya. "You look like my future, Trupti. Main jab apni aankhein band karta hoon, toh tumhe isi tarah apni dulhan ke roop mein dekhta hoon."
Trupti ka dil baith gaya. 'Future'... ye shabd use jitna sukoon deta tha, utna hi darata bhi tha. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—wahan sirf aur sirf deewangi thi. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki wo Sanjeev ki biwi nahi, balki ek jawan ladki hai jo apne mard ki nazron mein khud ko nilaam hota dekh rahi hai.
"Abhay, hum yahan... koi aa jayega," Trupti ne kamzor aawaz mein kaha, par uske jism ne Abhay ko apne paas bulaya.
Abhay ne aage badhkar Trupti ki nangi peeth par apne garam haath rakhe. Trupti ne aankhein band kar lin. Abhay ne uske kandhe se baalon ko hataya aur uske gardan ke us purane nishaan ko dhire se chaata. Trupti ne ek lambi siskaari li aur peeche mudkar Abhay ke gale mein apni baazuun daal din.
Dono ke hoth ek-dusre se takra gaye. Ye kiss kisi pyaase ki talap jaisa tha. Abhay ne Trupti ke nichle hoth ko apne daanton se halka sa dabaaya aur use sucking aur licking se poori tarah bhigo diya. Trupti ne Abhay ki jeebh ko apne muh mein lekar use zor se suck kiya. Unki laar (saliva) ek ho chuki thi aur backroom ke us band kone mein sirf unki bhari saanson ka shor tha.
Abhay ne Trupti ko aage kheenchkar uske bhari boobs ko apne chaudey seene se kaskar daboch liya. Emerald silk ka wo kapda unke beech ek patli deewar ki tarah tha. Abhay ne Trupti ke chehre ko choomte hue uske gaalon aur thodi (chin) ko licking se geela kar diya.


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"Main tumhe abhi isi waqt apna banana chahta hoon," Abhay ne guraate hue kaha.
Trupti madhosh ho rahi thi. Uska guilt uski hawas ke aage dher ho chuka tha. Usne Abhay ke baalon ko kaskar pakda aur use aur gehra kiss karne lagi. Us pal mein, wo bhool gayi ki bahar fest shuru hone wala hai, wo bhool gayi ki wo ek Maa hai. Wo bas is jawan mard ke 'Future' ke khwaab mein doob jana chahti thi.

Backstage ke us chote se dressing area mein emerald green silk ki chamak aur jismon ki garmi ne ek naseela mahol paida kar diya tha. Trupti ki saansein tez thi, aur uski aankhon mein ek aisi 'heat' thi jo usne saalon se mehsoos nahi ki thi. Abhay ne use piche ki deewar se sata diya, unke hoth ek-dusre par bhookhe janwaron ki tarah toot pade.
Ye koi mamuli chumban nahi tha; ye ek dusre ke muh ko 'khana' (eating each other's mouth) tha. Abhay ne Trupti ke upar wale hoth ko apne daanton mein dabaya aur use itni shiddat se suck kiya ki Trupti ke pair kanpne lage. Trupti ne apni jeebh Abhay ke muh mein daal di, dono ki laar (saliva) milkar ek geela aur ganda shor kar rahi thi. Wo ek-dusre ke ras ko aise pee rahe the jaise unki zindagi isi par tiki ho. Abhay ne Trupti ki thodi (chin) ko chaata aur phir wapas uske hothon ko licking aur sucking se poori tarah bhigo diya.
Trupti madhosh ho chuki thi. 

Uska jism Abhay ki mardana mahak aur uske sakht hathiyar ke sparsh se tap raha tha. Abhay ne dhire se Trupti ki emerald dress ki ek side ki dori sarka di. Silk ka wo kapda niche gira aur Trupti ka ek bhari, doodhiya 38-inch ka boob poori tarah bahar aa gaya. Usne bra nahi pehni thi. Uska gulabi aur ksa hua nipple dhoop ki roshni mein chamak raha tha jo piche ke aadhe khule darwaze se chhan kar aa rahi thi.
"Abhay... ruk jao... piche ka darwaza thoda khula hai... koi pakad lega," Trupti ne haanfte hue kamzor aawaz mein kaha, par usne use hataya nahi.
"Mujhe parwah nahi hai... mujhe sirf tum chahiye," Abhay ne guraate hue kaha. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan sirf hawas aur samarpan tha.
Abhay ne apna sir niche kiya aur Trupti ke us bhari boob ko apne muh mein bhar liya.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...


Usne Trupti ke naram maans ko itni gehrai se suck karna shuru kiya ki Trupti ne ek dard-bhari par mazeddar siskaari li. Abhay ne apne daanton se uske nipple ko halka sa kaata aur phir use apni jeebh se circular motion mein chatne laga.
"Ahhh... sssss... Abhayyy!" Trupti ne apna sir piche deewar par tika diya, uski mutthi Abhay ke baalon mein kaskar phans gayi.
Abhay ne dusre boob ko apne haath mein liya aur use kaskar masalne (pinching) laga. Wo ek boob ko suck kar raha tha aur dusre ke nipple ko apni ungliyon se pinch kar raha tha. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki uski yoni (pussy) se ek garam dhaar beh rahi hai; wo poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Backdoor ke baahar se logon ke chalne ki aawaazein aa rahi thin, par ye 'risk' unhe aur bhi zyada uttejit (arouse) kar raha tha.
Abhay ne boob se muh hataya, wahan uske thook ki chamak aur nishaan saaf dikh rahe the. Usne Trupti ko kaskar hug kiya, uske nange seene ko apne chaudey seene se ragda. Dono ki saansein itni tez thin ki poore room mein unki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Fest ka music shuru ho chuka tha, par Trupti ke liye asli 'Grand Opening' Abhay ki baahon mein ho chuki thi.

Backstage ke us chote se dressing area mein hawa ab garmi se bhari hui thi. Emerald green silk ki wo mehngi dress ab Trupti ke jism par sirf ek kapda nahi, balki uski badalti hui shaksiyat ka gawah ban chuki thi. Abhay ne Trupti ke hothon se apne hoth hataye, dono ki saansein ek-dusre ki gardan par garam aag ki tarah lag rahi thin.
Abhay ka haath dhire-dhire niche sarka. Usne Trupti ki silk dress ko uski jaanghon (thighs) se upar kheencha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki uski jaanghon ke beech ek aisi nami (wetness) hai jo uske control se bahar ho chuki thi. 



Jaise hi Abhay ki ungliyan uski lace panty ke upar tiki, Trupti ke muh se ek behad naram aur kaanpti hui siskaari nikli.

"Ahhh... Abhay... no..." Trupti ne kamzor awaaz mein kaha, par uske jism ne Abhay ke haath ko aur kaskar apne kareeb khincha.
Abhay ne panty ke upar se hi uski chut (pussy) ko rub karna shuru kiya. Wo apni ungliyon ko panty ki lines aur us kase hue kapde par bade hi naram par kashish bhare andaaz mein ghuma raha tha. Trupti ka poora badan thar-thara raha tha. Aaj tak usne Sanjeev ke alawa kisi ko is hadd tak jaane ki ijazat nahi di thi, par aaj backstage ka ye 'thrill', wo aadha khula darwaza aur Abhay ki jawan mardangi ne uske saare asool dher kar diye the.
"Trupti... kya main?" Abhay ne uski aankhon mein dekha, uski awaaz mein ek sawaal tha par uske badan mein ek zid.
Trupti ne ek baar piche mudkar us aadhe khule darwaze ko dekha jahan se college ke volunteers ki bhag-daur ki awaazein aa rahi thin. Koi bhi kabhi bhi andar aa sakta tha. Par uski 'heat' aur uski talap ne darr ko piche chhod diya. Usne dhire se apni gardan haan mein hila di (noded).

Abhay ne bina koi waqt zaya kiye, panty ko ek taraf sarkaaya aur apni ungliyan Trupti ki gili aur garam darar (pussy) ke andar dakhil kar din.
"OHHHH... FUCK... ABHAYYY!" Trupti ki ek behad bhari aur dard-bhari siskaari kamre mein goonj gayi.


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Ye ehsaas Sanjeev se bilkul alag tha. Abhay ki ungliyon ki garmi aur unka 'texture' Trupti ki rooh tak utar gaya. Pehli baar Sanjeev ke alawa kisi mard ne uski is sabse narm jagah ko chhua tha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut se nikalne wala garam paani Abhay ki ungliyon ko bhigo raha hai.
Abhay ne dhire-dhire apni ungliyan andar-bahar move karna shuru kiya. Usne Trupti ke 'clit' ko apne angoothe se bade hi naram andaaz mein rub kiya, jisse Trupti ka jism dhanush (bow) ki tarah akad gaya. Usne Abhay ke muscular kandhon ko apne nakhunon se noch liya.
"Mmmhhhh... yes... Abhay... wahi par... sssss!" Trupti madhosh ho chuki thi. Uski aankhein band thin aur wo sirf us naye aur anokhe mazze mein doobi hui thi.
Abhay ki ungliyan ab aur bhi tezi se chalne lagin. Wo Trupti ki gehraiyon ko naap raha tha, uski 'wetness' aur uski 'hotness' ka lutf le raha tha. Trupti ki 'Grand Opening' ab stage par nahi, balki is andhere dressing room mein ho rahi thi, jahan har jhatke ke saath wo apne ateet (past) ko bhool kar Abhay ke 'future' mein dhal rahi thi.

Backstage ke us tang dressing room mein waqt jaise thak gaya tha. Music ki door se aati 'thump-thump' Trupti ke dil ki dhadkanon se mil chuki thi. Abhay ki ungliyan Trupti ki garam aur gili yoni ke andar kisi naye saaz (instrument) ki tarah khel rahi thin. Wo pehle dhire-dhire use 'tease' kar raha tha, kabhi uski narm deewaron ko sahlaata, toh kabhi achanak thoda gehra utar jata.
Trupti apni nichle hoth ko apne daanton se daba rahi thi, par uski siskaariyan bardaasht se bahar ho rahi thin. Abhay ne aage badhkar uske hothon ko phir se apne kabze mein le liya. Ye ek behad 'passionate' kiss tha. Dono ek-dusre ki saansein aur laar (saliva) aise pee rahe the jaise ye unka aakhri nasha ho. Trupti poori tarah 'heat' mein thi, uska jism Abhay ki ungliyon ki har movement par kisi nagin ki tarah bal-kha raha tha (dancing on his fingers).


"Ahhh... mmm... Abhay... aur..." Trupti ne kiss ke beech mein hi fusfusaya.
Abhay ne ab raftaar badha di. Uska haath ab ek wehshi raftaar se chalne laga.
Squish... squelch... squish...
Andhere kamre mein Trupti ki gili yoni aur Abhay ki ungliyon ke takrane ki wo gandi aur raseeli aawazein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Abhay ab fast, fast, aur fast hota gaya. Trupti ki 'moaning' ab cheekhon mein badalne lagi thi. Usne apna sir Abhay ke kandhe par patak diya aur uske jism ko kaskar jhakad liya. Emerald green silk ki dress uski jaanghon ke upar thar-thara rahi thi.
"Main... main gayi... Abhay! OH GOD!" Trupti ka jism achanak se dhanush ki tarah akad gaya.
Uska 'heavy burst' (orgasm) itna bhayanak tha ki uski yoni ki deewaron ne Abhay ki ungliyon ko kaskar nichod liya. Trupti ke muh se ek lambi aur kap-kapaati hui siskaari nikli aur wo poori tarah Abhay ki baahon mein 'collapse' ho gayi. Uska badan paseene se tar-batar tha aur wo itni thak chuki thi ki usse khada bhi nahi hua ja raha tha.
Abhay ne abhi bhi apna haath uski panty ke andar hi rakha hua tha, us naye aur garam ehsaas ko mehsoos karte hue jo abhi-abhi Trupti ke jism se chhuta tha. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li thin, uska sar Abhay ke seene par tha, aur wo haanf rahi thi.
"Tum theek ho?" Abhay ne uske kaan ke paas dhire se pucha, uski aawaz mein ek jeetne wali chamak thi.
Trupti ne kuch nahi kaha, bas Abhay ko aur kaskar pakad liya. Wo jaanti thi ki usne aaj ek aisi lakeer paar kar li hai jahan se wapsi ka koi rasta nahi hai. Emerald dress ab thodi bikhri hui thi, aur Trupti ka 'glow' ab kisi fashion show ki mohtaj nahi thi—wo Abhay ke mardana sparsh se naha chuki thi.
Bahar se announcer ki aawaz aayi, "And now, please welcome our showstoppers... Abhay and Trupti!"
Trupti ne jhatke se aankhein kholin. Uski asliyat ka parda abhi bacha tha, par uski rooh Abhay ke kadmon mein gir chuki thi. Usne apne bikhre hosh samete, dress theek ki, aur Abhay ka haath pakad kar ramp ki taraf badhi, ye anjaan hokar ki uski yoni mein abhi bhi Abhay ki ungliyon ka nasha aur garmi baaki hai.

Announcer ki aawaz auditorium mein gunj rahi thi, "And now, please welcome our showstoppers... Abhay and Trupti!" Par backstage ke us andhere kone mein waqt jaise thama hua tha. Trupti, Abhay ki baahon mein dher thi, uska jism abhi bhi un bhayanak jhatkon se thar-thara raha tha jo Abhay ki ungliyon ne use diye the.
Theek usi pal, parda sarka aur Rahul andar dakhil hua. Usne wahi dekha jo wo dekhna chahta tha—apni Maa ko ek paraye mard ki baahon mein adhmari halat mein, aur Abhay ka haath abhi bhi Trupti ki emerald silk dress ke andar, uski panty ki gehraiyon mein dhasa hua.


Rahul ne ek jhatke se apna gala saaf kiya, "Ahem!"
Trupti ke kaanon mein jaise bijli kadki. Usne jhatke se apni aankhein kholin aur saamne Rahul ko khada dekha. Uska chehra pehle safed pada aur phir sharam aur khauf se tamtama kar laal (fully red shocked) ho gaya. Usne turant Abhay ko dhakela aur apne bikhre hue kapde sambhalne lagi. Emerald dress ki dori jo ek taraf se sarak gayi thi, use usne ghabrahat mein kaskar pakda taaki uske nange boobs dhak sakein.
Rahul ne ek ajeeb, playful par zeherili muskaan ke saath unhe dekha. "Agar aap logon ka... 'private rehearsal' khatam ho gaya ho, toh stage pe sab aapka intezaar kar rahe hain. President aur Vice-President ko hi gayab dekh kar log baatein kar rahe hain."
Trupti ki ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. Usne bina Rahul ki aankhon mein dekhe, apne bikhre hue baal (fixing her hair) sahi kiye aur tez kadmon se bahar ki taraf bhagi. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga wo stage par hi gir jayegi.
Piche room mein Abhay aur Rahul akele reh gaye. Abhay ne Rahul ki taraf dekha—ek mard ka dusre mard ki taraf dekhne wala wo ganda aur garv se bhara andaaz. Abhay ne dheere se apna haath apni pocket se nikaala, wo haath jo abhi Trupti ke ras se geela tha. Rahul ki aankhon ke samne, Abhay ne badi besharmi se apni wahi ungliyan chati (licked his fingers), jaise wo Rahul ko chidha raha ho aur Trupti par apna haq jata raha ho.
Abhay halka sa hansa aur Rahul ke kandhe par haath maarte hue bahar nikal gaya. "Coming, buddy!"
Rahul wahan akela khada reh gaya. Usne act toh 'friendly' kiya tha, par uski mutthi kaskar band ho gayi thi. Usne kuch nahi kaha, par uski aankhon mein wo shaitani chamak laut aayi thi jo usne kal raat ki rulaayi ke baad kho di thi. Usne apne coat ki pocket mein haath daala jahan uska dusra phone rakha tha.
'Chaat lo Abhay... jitna chaatna hai chaat lo,' Rahul ne danton ke beech se socha. 'Kyunki jab ye feast kahatm  hoga, toh poore college ke phone par wo video chalega jo tumhare is 'Future' ko raakh kar dega.'
Rahul auditorium ki taraf badha, jahan music ab apni charam seema par tha. Trupti ramp ki shuruat par khadi thi, uski emerald dress lights mein chamak rahi thi, par uske andar ek khauf ka toofan tha. Use laga ki Rahul ne sab dekh liya hai, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne sirf dekha nahi hai, usne tayyari kar li hai.

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Auditorium ki lights ab madham ho chuki thin aur spotlight seedha stage ke center par thi, jahan Trupti aur Abhay haath mein haath daale khade the. Bahar se dekhne par wo college ke sabse powerhouse 'Showstopper' couple lag rahe the—Abhay apni mardana shaksiyat mein dhal chuka tha aur Trupti us emerald green silk saree mein kisi khwaab ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
Abhay ne mic thama aur President ke naate apni speech shuru ki. Uski aawaz mein ek nayi tarah ka rob aur garv tha, jaise Trupti ko backstage 'jeetne' ke baad wo khud ko is duniya ka raja samajh raha ho. Wo fest ke maqsad aur volunteers ki mehnat ke baare mein bol raha tha, par beech-beech mein wo Trupti ka haath aur kaskar pakad leta, jisse Trupti ka poora shareer thar-thara jata.
Trupti wahan khadi toh thi, par uska dimaag abhi bhi us andhere dressing room mein atka hua tha. Uska chehra abhi bhi thoda tamtamaaya hua tha aur uski saansein poori tarah normal nahi hui thin. Uske kaanon mein baar-baar Rahul ke wo playful par zeherile alfaaz goonj rahe the: "If you guys are done..."



Uski ragon mein abhi bhi Abhay ki ungliyon ki wo narm garmi aur wo 'heavy burst' ka nasha baaki tha, par uske upar ab 'guilt' ki ek bhari chadar chadh chuki thi. 'Rahul ne mujhe permission di thi... usne kaha tha ki main apni zindagi jeeun,' Trupti ne niche khadi bheed mein Rahul ko dhoondne ki koshish karte hue socha. 'Par kya ek bete ko apni Maa is halat mein dekhni chahiye? Main uske saamne adhmari halat mein thi... ek paraye mard ka haath meri panty ke andar tha... aur Rahul ne sab dekh liya.'
Usne Sanjeev ke baare mein socha. Sanjeev ne saalon se use itni 'energy' ke saath nahi chhua tha. Aaj pehli baar kisi aur mard ne uski yoni (pussy) ko itni be-rahmi aur deewangi se chhoda tha ki wo apne hosh kho baithi thi. Uske andar ek ajeeb kashmakash chal rahi thi—ek taraf wo sexual satisfaction tha jo use pehli baar mehsoos hua tha, aur dusri taraf wo khauf ki uska beta ab uske baare mein kya soch raha hoga.
Abhay ne speech khatam ki aur sab ne jordaar taliyan bajayi. Abhay ne mudkar Trupti ki taraf dekha aur mic side mein karke dheere se bola, "You're glowing, Trupti. Sab tumhe dekh rahe hain, par sabko pata hai tum meri ho."
Trupti ne ek jhoothi muskaan di, par uski nazrein niche bheed mein baithe Rahul par ja tiki. Rahul ne seat par baithe-baithe hi apni thodi (chin) uthayi aur Trupti ki taraf ek 'thumbs up' kiya, par uski aankhon mein wo shararat nahi thi jo pehle hua karti thi. Wahan ek thanda-pan tha jo Trupti ke kaleje ko cheer raha tha.
Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki emerald dress ki silk ab use chubhne lagi hai. Use lag raha tha ki backstage wala wo 'wetness' abhi bhi uske jism par chipka hua hai aur Rahul ki nazrein us 'wetness' ko saaf dekh pa rahi hain. Stage ki lights ab Fashion Show ke ramp walk ke liye badal rahi thin. Music tez ho gaya tha—ek 'heavy bass' wala track shuru hua.

'Kya main chal paungi?' Trupti ne socha. Uske pair abhi bhi thode kaanp rahe the. Abhay ne uska haath chhoda aur ramp ki taraf pehla kadam badhaya, Trupti ko aage aane ka ishara karte hue. Trupti ne ek gehri saans li aur apne saree ka pallu sambhala. Use ramp par chalna tha, par use lag raha tha ki wo apni maryada ki raakh par chalne ja rahi hai.
Uska beta wahan baitha tha, uska aashiq uske aage tha, aur uska pati ghar par intezar kar raha tha. Fest ki pehli raat ka asli 'Grand Opening' ab shuru hone wala tha, aur Trupti ko andaza bhi nahi tha ki Rahul ke phone mein wo video ab 'upload' hone ke liye sirf ek click ki doori par tha.



Auditorium mein music ka 'heavy bass' ab poore mahol ko thirka raha tha. Lights ne apna rang badla aur poora ramp sunheri aur neeli roshni se naha gaya. Abhay ne Trupti ka haath choda aur ek kadam peeche hokar use raasta diya—ye pal sirf Trupti ka tha.


Trupti ne jab ramp par apna pehla kadam rakha, toh auditorium jaise cheekhon se gunj utha. Wo emerald green silk dress uske har mod par kisi nagin ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Uska 38-inch ka ubhaar aur wo gehari cleavage us tight dress mein se saaf jhalak rahi thi. Har kadam ke saath uske baal hawa mein lehra rahe the, aur uske chehre par wo 'backstage glow' abhi bhi barkarar tha.


Abhay uske piche-piche chal raha tha. Ramp ke beecho-beech pahunchkar, Abhay ne dhire se uske kaan mein fusfusaya, "You’re my queen, Trupti. Aaj poora shehar tumhare kadmon mein hai."


Trupti ne ek haseen muskaan di, par uske dimaag mein wo anonymous message abhi bhi darr paida kar raha tha. Par jaise hi uski nazar front row mein baithe Rahul par padi, uska darr achanak sukoon mein badal gaya. Rahul wahan baitha muskurata hua use dekh raha tha. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha aur bohot hi dhire se apni gardan haan mein hilayi (gentle nod). Us ek ishare ne Trupti ko bata diya—'Maa, maine jo dekha usse mujhe koi aitraz nahi hai. Aap khush raho.'


Trupti ne ek gehri saans li aur us pal ko jeene ka faisla kiya. Usne Rahul ki taraf dekhkar ek meethi muskaan di. Wo ab guilt se aazad mehsoos kar rahi thi.


Ramp ke end par pahunchkar, Abhay ne Trupti ka haath pakda aur use ek 'Showstopper' pose ke liye niche jhukne mein madad ki. Jaise hi Trupti thodi niche jhuki (bent down), uski deep cleavage ka ek bhayanak aur haseen nazaara poore college ke saamne aa gaya. Auditorium mein maujood saare ladke aur mard pagal ho gaye—whistles aur hooting se auditorium phatne ko ho gaya.



Trupti ne thoda sharmaate hue (blushed) sabki taraf dekha, usne haath hilakar crowd ko wave kiya. Use pehli baar apni khubsurati aur us 'attention' ka asli nasha chadh raha tha. Wo ek married aurat nahi, balki is fest ki sabse badi 'Diva' lag rahi thi.

Backstage ka mahol ab pehle se kahin zyada garm aur naseela ho chuka tha. Fashion show khatam hone ke baad auditorium se abhi bhi taliyon ki goonj sunayi de rahi thi, par Trupti ke andar ek alag hi tarah ki aag bhadak rahi thi. Rahul ka wo 'nod' aur uski supportive muskaan dekhne ke baad Trupti ke dimaag se guilt ka bojh poori tarah utar gaya tha. Use lag raha tha ki agar uske bete ko aitraz nahi hai, toh phir aaj ki raat uski hai.
Abhay ne backstage aate hi Trupti ko ek khambe se sata diya, uski aankhon mein wahi 'predatory' bhookh thi. "Tumne ramp par aag laga di, Trupti. Saare college ke mard tumhe nanga karne ke sapne dekh rahe hain, par unhe kya pata ki tumhari 'wetness' mere haath par hai," Abhay ne guraate hue uske kaan ke paas kaha.
Trupti ne ek nasheeli muskaan di. Uske andar ki 'inner slut' ab poori tarah jag chuki thi. Abhay ne use fingering karke madhosh kiya tha, par ab Trupti ka rukh badal gaya tha. Wo sirf 'receive' nahi karna chahti thi; wo ab badla (revenge) lena chahti thi—ek aisa tease jo Abhay ko ghutno par le aaye.
"Bohot maza aaya na tumhe mujhe wahan bebas dekh kar, Abhay?" Trupti ne apni emerald green dress ka pallu dhire se sarkaaya, jisse uske boob ka oopri hissa Abhay ki muscular chest se ragadne laga.
Usne apne dono haath Abhay ke seene par rakhe aur dhire-dhire neeche sarkaaye. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—gehri, kaali aur hawas se bhari hui. Trupti ne apna ek ghutna Abhay ki thighs ke beech mein upar uthaya, jisse uska naram badan Abhay ke tanaav (erection) se takraya.
"Tumne mujhe tadpaya... ab tumhari baari hai," Trupti ne fusfusaya.
Usne dhire se niche jhukna shuru kiya. Emerald silk ka wo kapda sarsarate hue uske badan par phisal raha tha. Wo Abhay ke samne ghutno par baith gayi. Abhay ki saansein atak gayi thin. Usne Trupti ke baalon ko kaskar pakda, par Trupti ne uske jeans ke button par apna dhyaan lagaya.
Usne zip dhire se neeche kheenchi. Zip-p...
Abhay ka 6-inch ka lund, jo pehle se hi lohe ki rod bana hua tha, jhatke se bahar nikal aaya. Wo garam tha, tana hua tha aur uski ragon mein khoon ka nasha saaf dikh raha tha. Trupti ne pehle use nahi chhua. Wo bas use ghoorti rahi, apni jeebh apne hothon par pherte hue (licking her lips). Wo Abhay ko dikhana chahti thi ki control ab uske haath mein hai.
"Trupti... please... sssss!" Abhay ne ek bhari siskaari li.

Trupti ne apna chehra uske lund ke bilkul paas laya, par use muh mein nahi liya. Wo bas apni naram saansein us par chhod rahi thi. Phir, usne dhire se apni jeebh nikali aur lund ke bilkul niche wale hisse (base) se lekar upar tope (glans) tak ek lambi aur gili lakeer khenchi.



Abhay ka jism jhatke ke saath akad gaya. Trupti ne use 'tease' karne ka faisla kar liya tha. Wo kabhi use chuumti, toh kabhi apne naram hothon se uski shaft ko halka sa touch karti. Wo Abhay ko us 'edge' par le ja rahi thi jahan se girna lazmi tha.
"Aaj raat... main jo chahungi wahi hoga, Abhay," Trupti ne upar dekhkar kaha, uski aankhon mein ek shaitani aur sexy chamak thi.
Bahar fest ka shor badh raha tha, par is andhere kone mein Trupti apni maryada ki aakhri deewar tod kar ek aisi premi ban chuki thi jo apne mard ko poori tarah nichodne ke liye taiyar thi. Rahul ne use aazaadi di thi, aur Trupti us aazaadi ka har katra peene ke liye betaab thi.




Backstage ke us sunsaan kone mein, jahan lights ki chhan kar aati roshni emerald silk par chamak rahi thi, Trupti ne apni mardana 'Showstopper' image ko ek 'Seductress' mein badal diya tha. Abhay, jo ab tak is rishte ka maalik bana hua tha, aaj Trupti ke naye roop ko dekh kar dhang reh gaya tha.
Trupti ne apne reshami haathon se Abhay ke lohe jaise sakht lund ko thama. Usne use bade hi naram andaaz mein touch kiya, jaise koi kimti cheez ko chhu rahi ho. Usne apni ungliyon se uski ragon (veins) ke saath khelna shuru kiya, kabhi neeche tatiyon (balls) ko halka sa sehlaati, toh kabhi angoothe se uske tope (glans) par pressure banati. Abhay ki saansein ukhadne lagi thin.
"Mmm... Trupti... kya kar rahi ho?" Abhay ne haanfte hue pucha.
Trupti ne koi jawaab nahi diya. Usne ek gentle kiss lund ke bilkul beech mein kiya, aur phir apni naram aur gili jeebh se use neeche se upar tak chatna (soft lick) shuru kiya. Abhay ka jism jhatke se piche deewar se takraya. Uske muh se ek bhari aur dard-bhari siskaari nikli.
"Ahhh... sssss... Trupti... bardaasht nahi ho raha!"
Trupti ne dekha ki Abhay ab poori tarah bebas ho chuka hai. Usne ek shaitani muskaan di aur apne bikhre hue baalon ko ek jhatke mein piche karke ek unchi ponytail ya 'bun' jaisa baandh liya (tied her hair down). Uska ye ishara saaf tha—wo ab 'kaam' par lagne wali thi. Uske baal bandhte hi uska gora chehra aur emerald green dress ki deep cleavage Abhay ki nazron ke samne bilkul saaf ho gayi.
Abhay se ab aur intezar nahi hua. Usne Trupti ke sar ko apne dono haathon mein bhara aur apne lund ko poora uske muh ke andar dhakel diya.
GULP...


Ek bada aur bhari 'gulp' auditorium ke shor ke beech bhi backstage par saaf sunayi diya. Trupti ne us 6-inch ke sakht hathiyar ko ek hi baar mein apne gale tak utaar liya (big gulp). Uska muh poori tarah bhar gaya tha, uske gaal phool gaye the, par usne rukne ka naam nahi liya. Usne apni aankhein upar karke Abhay ki taraf dekha—wo nazar 'pyaar' ki nahi, ek bhookhi randi ki deewangi thi.
Abhay upar se ye nazaara dekh raha tha. Usne dekha ki kaise uski 'Queen' emerald silk mein uske kadmon mein baithi uska ras pee rahi thi. Trupti ne lund ko bahar nikaala, us par apne thook (saliva) ki chamak chhodi, aur phir se use poora andar le liya.
Ghup... ghup... ghup...
Trupti ne lund ko itni shiddat se suck karna shuru kiya ki Abhay ke pair kanpne lage. Wo uski shaft ko apne hothon se kaskar jhakad rahi thi aur apni jeebh ko lund ke tope par gol-gol ghuma rahi thi. Abhay ne uske baalon ko kaskar pakad liya, uski ungliyan Trupti ki ponytail mein phans gayi thin.
"Yes... Trupti... aise hi! Chuso ise... poora kha jao!" Abhay guraaya.
Trupti ne apni raftaar badha di. Wo ab Abhay ko wahi maza de rahi thi jo Abhay ne use fingering se diya tha, par ye maza hazar guna zyada gehra tha. Uska emerald green pallu zameen par gir chuka tha, uske nange kandhe lights mein chamak rahe the, aur wo poori deewangi se apne 'handsome dude' BF ko satisfy kar rahi thi.


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Bahar fest ka shor ab dhundhla ho chuka tha. Is kone mein sirf Trupti ke muh se nikalne wali gili aawazein aur Abhay ki 'fuck... yes...' ki guraahat baaki thi. Trupti ne aaj sabit kar diya tha ki wo sirf ek biwi nahi hai—wo ek aisi aurat hai jo apne mard ko jannat dikhane ka hunar jaanti hai.

Backstage ke us andhere aur mahakate hue kone mein, Trupti ne apni saari sharam aur maryadaon ko emerald green silk ke pallu ke saath zameen par phenk diya tha. Abhay ke saamne ghutno par baithi Trupti is waqt koi college President ya do bacchon ki Maa nahi lag rahi thi—wo ek aisi 'skilled' maahira lag rahi thi jisne apne jism aur muh ki har harqat ko mard ko pagal karne ke liye hi seekha tha.
Trupti ne Abhay ke lohe jaise sakht lund ko apne dono hothon ke beech kaskar daboch liya. Usne apni jeebh ko shaft ki ragon par circular motion mein ghumaya, har us nas ko touch kiya jahan khoon ka nasha daud raha tha. Jab usne dobara use poora andar liya, toh uska 'deep-throat' itna perfect tha ki Abhay ka jism jhatke se piche deewar par dher ho gaya.
Slurp... Gulp... Slurp...


Trupti ne Abhay ki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar dekha (looking at him). Uska chehra lund ke tanaav se phoola hua tha, par uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi. Wo dekhna chahti thi ki uska 'jawan BF' kaise uski mutthi mein sisak raha hai. Usne lund ko bahar nikaala, uske tope (glans) ko apni jeebh se bade hi naram andaaz mein chaata, jaise koi ice-cream ka lutf le rahi ho, aur phir ek jhatke mein use apne gale ki gehraiyon tak utaar liya.

Abhay ne Trupti ke bandhe hue baalon ko kaskar pakda hua tha. Uska poora badan paseene se chamak raha tha. "Fuck... Trupti! Kahan se... kahan se seekha tumne ye? You're a natural... sssss!" Abhay ne apna sar piche deewar par patak diya, uski aankhein band thin aur hothon se sirf besakh siskaariyan nikal rahi thin.
Trupti ne apni raftaar badha di. Uske hothon ki pakad itni tight thi ki Abhay ko lag raha tha uska lund nichod liya jayega. Wo upar-niche (head bobbing) itni tezi se ho rahi thi ki emerald silk ki dress uske kandhon se phisal rahi thi. Usne lund ko muh se nikaal kar us par apni gili laar (saliva) ki ek moti parat chhodi aur phir apni hatheliyon se use 'stroke' karne lagi, jabki uski jeebh neeche tatiyon (balls) ko sehla rahi thi.
Ye ek 'masterclass' thi—Trupti ne dikha diya ki 40 saal ka tajurba aur ek jawan jism ki bhookh jab milti hai, toh kya hota hai. Abhay ka jism ab 'climax' ki dehleez par tha. Uska tanaav itna badh gaya tha ki wo phatne ko taiyar tha.
"Nahi... Trupti... ruko... main... main gir jaunga!" Abhay ne haanfte hue kaha, par Trupti ne use nahi chhoda. Usne apni pakad aur kash di aur aakhri baar lund ko poora apne muh mein bhar kar use jordaar suction diya.



Bahar fest ka music aur auditorium ki lights is 'private act' se hazar meel door thin. Is kone mein sirf Trupti ki 'wet sounds' aur Abhay ki harati hui saansein thin. Trupti ne aaj sirf badla nahi liya tha, usne Abhay ko apna ghulaam bana liya tha.

Backstage ke us andhere aur naseele kone mein hawa jaise bhari ho chuki thi. Abhay ka jism buri tarah thar-thara raha tha, uski ragon mein daudta khoon ab jwaalamukhi ban kar phatne ko taiyar tha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ab apne 'edge' par hai, aur usne apni suction aur tezi se badha di.


Abhay ne ek bhari guraahat ke saath Trupti ke baandhe hue baalon ko kaskar pakda aur uske sir ko niche ki taraf dabaya. "Trupti... abhi... OHHH FUCK!"


Abhay ne apna saara garm veerya (cum) ek bhayanak jhatke ke saath Trupti ke muh mein ugal diya. Trupti ne rukne ke bajaye, uske lund ko aur kaskar apne hothon mein jhakad liya. Usne ek 'straw' ki tarah har pichkari ko kheencha, ek boond bhi bahar nahi girne di. Abhay ka jism kisi bijli ke jhatke ki tarah kanp raha tha (shaking), aur usne deewar ka sahara lekar khud ko girne se bachaya.


Jab sab shant hua, Trupti dhire se khadi hui. Emerald green silk ki dress uske badan par thodi bikhri hui thi, par uske chehre par ek vijeta (winner) wali hansi thi. Uska muh Abhay ke garm ras se bhara hua tha, par usne use turant nahi nigla. Wo Abhay ki taraf dekhkar halka sa hansi (laughed).



Usne aage badhkar Abhay ko ek bohot hi gehra aur gila 'cum-kiss' kiya. Abhay, jo abhi bhi hosh khoya hua tha, kursi par dher ho gaya. Trupti ne uske hothon par apna aur uska mila-jula ras chhod diya aur ek adaa ke saath mudkar bahar ki taraf nikal gayi.


Auditorium ki lights aur logon ke shor ke kareeb pahunchte hi, Trupti ruki. Usne ek aakhri baar mehsoos kiya ki uska muh Abhay ke mardana ras se bhara hai. Usne ek 'final gulp' liya aur bade hi sukoon se us saare ras ko pi gayi (drank all).


Usne apne hothon ko apni jeebh se saaf kiya, apne baalon ko halka sa set kiya aur ek gehri saans li. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi—aaj usne sirf fest ki President nahi, balki ek aisi aurat ke roop mein khud ko mehsoos kiya tha jo poori tarah swatantra (independent) thi. Wo muskurate hue bheed ki taraf badh gayi, ye jaante hue ki uske andar abhi bhi Abhay ka nishaan baaki hai.

[Joker44]

Bhaiyo, Ek Jaruri Sawal: Tripti ki Chudai Kab? (Author's Note)

Kafi bhaiyo ke message aa rahe hain ki story bahut slow chal rahi hai. Sabka ek hi sawal hai: "Tripti ki chudai ab tak kyu nahi hui? Abhay ya Rahul usey pel kyu nahi rahe?"
Toh doston, mera point-of-view thoda alag hai aur main chahta hoon aap log batao ki main sahi hoon ya nahi:

• Purity ka Sawal: Tripti abhi tak ek "Confused biwi - Jisne kuch had par krli but sb kuch nhi diya vo sure nhi hae use kya chaiye" ki image mein hai. Agar main bina kisi solid wajah ke usse randomly kisi se bhi chudwa doon, toh maza thanda ho jayega.
  
• The "Slow-Burn" Thrill: Main chahta hoon ki aap log thoda aur tadpein. Jab tak Tripti ki chudiyan (ya uski halat) aisi na ho jaye ki wo khud chudne ke liye gidgidaye, tab tak asli maza nahi aayega.
  
• Climax ka Dhamaka: Main isliye slow chal raha hoon taaki jab climax aaye aur hero usse chode, toh wo scene ek dum hardcore aur yaadgar ho. Random sex toh har koi likhta hai, main Tripti ki chudai ko ek level upar le jana chahta hoon.
  
• Hero ki Entry: Abhay ya Rahul mein se kaun uski seal todega, ye decide karne ke liye thoda aur build-up chahiye.
  

Mera Sawal: Kya aap mere is "Slow-Build" se raazi ho? Ya aap chahte ho ki main zyada intezar na karwau aur abhi kisi se uski ghamsaan chudai shuru karwa doon?

[Joker44]

Doston, main ek baat clear kar doon—Tripti ko kaun chodega aur kab, woh toh story ka suspense hai aur wo main hi decide karunga. Par abhi mera sawal sirf pacing ko lekar hai:

1. Fast Pace (Abhi Shuru Karun?): Kya aap chahte ho ki main zyada intezar na karwau aur abhi Tripti ki chudai dikhana shuru kar doon? Bina kisi lambe build-up ke, seedha action par aa jaun?
   
2. Slow & Sexy (Excitement Badhaun?): Ya phir aap chahte ho ki main thoda aur slow chalun? Tripti ko thoda aur tadpaya jaye, uski halat aisi kar di jaye ki wo khud sex ke liye pagal ho jaye, aur phir climax mein uski ghamsaan chudai ho?
   

Mera manna hai ki agar hum thoda aur rukenge, toh excitement aur tension double ho jayegi. Par agar aapko lag raha hai ki main zyada hi slow ja raha hoon, toh batao!

[Joker44]

Bhaiyo, ek baat saaf kar doon. Main dekh raha hoon ki sab apne-apne hisaab se story ka end maang rahe hain, par main kahani ke hisaab se chalunga. Mera kaam suspense banaye rakhna hai, story ko boring banana nahi.

Maine kabhi nahi kaha ki ye koi cuckold ya incest story hai, aur ye zaroori nahi ki ek sex story mein ek aurat sirf ek hi mard ke paas jaye. Kyu ek itni badiya aurat ko sirf ek hi bande ke liye rakha jaye? Tripti kisi ke bhi beech juggle ho sakti hai, isliye kisi ek ko pakad kar mat baitho aur mujh par apna opinion mat thopo. Kahani kab palat jayegi kisi ko nahi pata. Tripti kab kiske saath kaisa sex karegi ye sirf main decide karunga. Bas maze lo aur dekhte jao aage kya hota hai.

[Joker44]

Fest ka dusra din shuru ho chuka tha, par Trupti ke liye pichli raat abhi khatam nahi hui thi. Jab wo subah uthi, uske jism mein ek ajeeb si thirkan aur hothon par Abhay ka naseela swad abhi bhi baaki tha. Emerald green dress ab hostel ke kone mein padi thi, par us raat ki deewangi Trupti ki ragon mein daud rahi thi. Wo aaine ke samne khadi hui aur apni gardan par wo halka sa nishaan dekha jo shayad Abhay ne pakadte waqt banaya tha. Wo darri nahi, balki muskura di—use pehli baar mehsoos ho raha tha ki wo zinda hai.




Subah 10 baje auditorium mein dance rehearsal shuru hui. Raat ke fashion show ki kamyabi ke baad auditorium mein ek alag hi energy thi, par Trupti aur Abhay ke beech ki energy 'sexual tension' se bhari thi. Stage par sirf wo dono the, aur lightman upar se halki lights set kar raha tha.


"Chalo, lift wala step phir se practice karte hain," Abhay ne kaha. Uski aawaz aaj pehli baar thodi zyada possessive aur bhari lag rahi thi.


Jaise hi music shuru hua, Abhay ne Trupti ko kamar se pakda aur hawa mein uchhala. Jab wo niche aayi, toh Abhay ne use apne seene se itni kaskar sata liya ki Trupti ki saansein atak gayin. Uska naram badan Abhay ke muscular jism se poori tarah press ho gaya tha.


"Kal raat toh sirf shuruat thi, Trupti," Abhay ne uske kaan ke paas dhire se fusfusaya, uski garam saansein Trupti ko dobara madhosh karne lagin. "Abhi toh poora fest baaki hai... aur hamari poori zindagi."



Trupti ne ek lambi siskaari li. Wo empowered mehsoos kar rahi thi, jaise wo is college ki malkin ho. Par tabhi uske dimaag mein wo anonymous message chamka: "Your husband is watching." Uska chehra thoda peela pad gaya. Usne socha ki wo Abhay ko sab bata de—ki koi use stalk kar raha hai, koi use dhamka raha hai.


"Abhay... mujhe kuch kehna hai. Wo... mujhe kuch messages aa rahe hain," Trupti ne himmat juta kar kaha.


"Kya?" Abhay ne uski aankhon mein dekha.


Trupti ne hoth kante. Wo darr gayi ki agar usne bataya, toh shayad Abhay darr jaye ya ye sab yahi ruk jaye. Wo is naye-naye mile 'freedom' ko khona nahi chahti thi. "Nahi... kuch nahi. Bas thodi thak gayi hoon." Usne baat taal di.


Upar balcony ke andhere mein, hamesha ki tarah ek saaya maujood tha. Rahul wahan baitha apne naye phone (jo usne shayad subah hi khareeda tha) se unhe record kar raha tha. Usne dekha ki kaise uski Maa Abhay ki baahon mein pighal rahi hai. Rahul ne koi action nahi liya, koi message nahi bheja. Wo bas shaant baitha unhe ghoorta raha. Uski aankhon mein ek aisi thandak thi jo niche stage ki garmi ko raakh kar sakti thi.


Rahul ne ek 'save' button dabaya aur video gallery mein add kar diya. Uske liye ye sirf ek video nahi tha, ye uski Maa ke 'guilt' aur 'pleasure' ka aakhri gawah tha. Wo bas sahi waqt ka intezaar kar raha tha jab wo ye saara raaz ek jhatke mein fash karega.


Trupti ne upar balcony ki taraf dekha, par use koi dikha nahi. Use laga shayad wo uska waham hai. Wo waapas Abhay ki baahon mein simat gayi, ye sochte hue ki jab tak Rahul uske saath hai, use kisi se darrne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul 'saath' nahi, balki 'saaye' ki tarah uski tabahi bun raha hai.


Fest ka dusra din apni poori raftaar par tha. College ka ground stalls, music aur hazaron students ki bheed se bhara hua tha. Trupti aur Abhay, President aur Vice-President hone ke naate, har jagah maujood the. Aaj Trupti ne ek halki gulabi (peach) rang ki saree pehni thi, jisme wo behad masoom par uttejak lag rahi thi.
Dopehar ki dhoop tez thi, aur dono ek ice-cream stall ke paas khade hokar volunteers ko instructions de rahe the. Bheed ke beech Abhay ka mardana rob saaf dikh raha tha, par uska poora dhyaan Trupti par tha. Sabke saamne Abhay ne ek ice-cream cone liya aur bade hi pyaar se Trupti ke hothon ke paas laya.
"Khao, thoda thanda mehsoos karogi," Abhay ne kaha. Uska ek haath Trupti ki kamar par tha, jo bheed ki wajah se 'protective' lag raha tha, par Trupti jaanti thi ki wo haath use kaskar mehsoos kar raha hai. Trupti ne ice-cream ka ek bite liya, aur Abhay ne apni ungli se uske hothon par lagi cream ko saaf kiya aur phir wahi ungli apne muh mein daal li. Ye 'public flirting' Trupti ko ek naya nasha de rahi thi.


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Thodi der baad, jab bheed dusri taraf gayi aur wo dono stall ke piche ek chote se storage area mein akele hue, toh mahol achanak badal gaya. Wahan dher saare carton aur boxes rakhe the jo unhe bahar ki nazron se chhupa rahe the.
Abhay ne bina waqt zaya kiye Trupti ko ek bade box se sata diya. Uska haath Trupti ke saree ke pallu ke niche gaya aur seedha uski nangi kamar ko sehlaate hue niche sarakne laga. Trupti ki saansein turant bhari ho gayin.
"Abhay... koi aa jayega... bahar sab hain," Trupti ne dabi hui aawaz mein kaha.
"Koi nahi aayega," Abhay ne guraate hue kaha. Usne apna haath Trupti ki lace panty ke upar rakha aur uski garam aur gili chut (pussy) ko dhire-dhire rub karna shuru kiya.
Mmmhhhh... Trupti ne apne hothon ko kaskar kaat liya (biting her lip) taaki uski cheekh bahar na jaye. Abhay ki ungliyan panty ke kase hue kapde ke upar se uski 'clit' ko sehla rahi thin. Trupti ka jism dhoop aur hawas se tapne laga. Wo 'teasing' itni jabardast thi ki Trupti ke pair kanpne lage.
Abhay ki raftaar thodi badhi, uski ungliyan ab panty ki gehraiyon ko mehsoos kar rahi thin. Trupti madhoshi ki dehleez par thi, uska ek haath Abhay ke baalon mein phans gaya tha aur dusra haath usne apne muh par rakh liya tha taaki siskaariyan bahar na nikal sakein.


Tabhi bahar se kisi volunteer ne awaz di, "Abhay sir! Stage par mike testing ke liye bulaya hai!"
Trupti jhatke se hosh mein aayi. Usne Abhay ka haath kaskar pakda aur use niche se hata diya. "Nahi... abhi nahi... yahan nahi (Not now, not here)," usne haanfte hue kaha. Uska chehra poori tarah laal ho chuka tha aur uski aankhon mein abhi bhi adhuri pyas thi.
Abhay ne ek gehri saans li aur apna haath bahar nikala. Usne Trupti ki saree sahi ki aur uske maathe ko choom liya. "Theek hai... par aaj raat, tum meri hogi. Poori tarah."
Trupti ne apne bikhre hosh samete aur stall se bahar nikli. Uske jism mein abhi bhi Abhay ki ungliyon ki thar-tharahat baaki thi. Wo bheed mein wapas toh chali gayi, par uska man ab sirf raat ka intezar kar raha tha jab koi 'stall' aur koi 'volunteer' unke beech nahi hoga.

Raat ke sannate mein college campus kisi gehri khamoshi mein dooba hua tha, par auditorium ke backstage storage room mein ek alag hi toofan pal raha tha. Agli subah main dance competition tha, aur Trupti aur Abhay ne "rehearsal" ke bahaane wahan milne ka faisla kiya. Trupti ne ek patli silk ki night-suit jaisi dress pehni thi, jo uske bhari badan par kisi dusri twacha (skin) ki tarah chipki hui thi.


Jaise hi storage room ka bhari darwaza band hua, Abhay ne bina koi waqt zaya kiye Trupti ko deewar se sata diya (pins her against the wall). Room mein purane pardo aur lakdi ki sondhi khushboo thi, par unke beech sirf hawas ki mahak thi.



Abhay ne Trupti ke hothon ko apne kabze mein le liya. Ye ek deep, wet kiss tha, jisme unki saansein ek-dusre mein ghul rahi thin. Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar ko kaskar pakda aur use apne tanaav (erection) par zor se press kiya. Trupti ne ek bhari siskaari li aur apne haath Abhay ke baalon mein phansa diye.



"Abhay... humein rehearsal karni chahiye," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha, par uski aankhein kuch aur hi maang rahi thin.


"Wahi toh kar raha hoon, Trupti. Tumhare jism ke har mod ki rehearsal," Abhay ne guraate hue kaha.


Usne dhire se Trupti ke blouse ke button khole. Uska bhari 38-inch ka seena hawa mein aazaad ho gaya. Abhay ne pehle apne haath un naram pahadon par rakhe aur unhe kaskar masalne laga. Trupti ka jism dhanush ki tarah akad gaya. Phir, Abhay ne apna sir neeche kiya aur ek nipple ko apne muh mein bhar liya.


Slurp... slurp...


Abhay ne Trupti ke nipple ko sucking aur licking se poori tarah bhigo diya. Wo use kabhi apne hothon se suck karta, toh kabhi apni jeebh se circular motion mein chat-ta. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li thin aur uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Usne Abhay ka sir apne seene se aur kaskar chipka liya.



"Ahhh... sssss... Abhay... tum pagal kar doge!" Trupti ki dabi hui cheekh purane storage room ki deewaron se takra kar wapas aa rahi thi.


Abhay ka haath ab niche ki taraf sarakne laga tha, us gili darar ki taraf jahan kal raat ka nasha abhi bhi baaki tha. Trupti ko lag raha tha ki wo is mard ke samne poori tarah bebas ho chuki hai, aur ye bebasi use duniya ki har khushi se zyada maza de rahi thi.

Storage room ki hawa mein purane pardo aur hawas ki ek maseeli khushboo ghuli hui thi. Trupti ne dekha ki Abhay ka dhairya (patience) khatam ho raha hai, toh usne khel badalne ka faisla kiya. Emerald green silk toh kal ki baat thi, aaj uski peach-colored dress uske ghutno tak simat gayi jab wo dhire se niche baithi.
Trupti ne Abhay ke jeans ki zip kholi aur us mardana hathiyar ko aazad kiya jo abhi lohe ki rod ki tarah tana hua tha. Usne turant use muh mein nahi liya. Pehle, usne apni jeebh nikali aur us par thoda thook (saliva) jama kiya, aur phir lund ke tope (glans) par ek bohot hi dhimi aur gili lakeer khenchi.


"Mmm... Trupti... sssss!" Abhay ne deewar par apna sar tika diya.
Trupti ne apni jeebh ko uski ragon (veins) par ghumana shuru kiya, jaise wo har ek nas ka swad lena chahti ho. Uska 'saliva play' Abhay ko pagal kar raha tha; wo kabhi tope ko apni jeebh se circular motion mein chat-ti, toh kabhi apni ungliyon se uske tatiyon (balls) ko sehlaati. Trupti ne upar dekhkar Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—uski nazron mein ek shaitani sukoon tha. Usne lund ko apne hothon se halka sa chhua aur phir apni geeli jeebh se use poora bhigo diya.


Abhay ka jism buri tarah kanp raha tha. Usne Trupti ke baal pakadne ke liye haath aage badhaya hi tha ki achanak...
Tring... Tring... Tring...
Andhere kamre mein Abhay ke phone ki ringtone ek jhatke ki tarah gunji. Abhay ne gusse mein phone nikaala, par caller ID dekhte hi uske chehre ka rang badal gaya.
"Helllo? Kya? Lights main short-circuit? Stage ka poora setup band ho gaya hai?" Abhay ne chilla kar pucha. Usne Trupti ki taraf dekha, jo abhi bhi uske kadmon mein baithi haanf rahi thi, uska chehra aur hoth uske ras se geele the.
"Trupti... emergency hai. Main Stage setup ke bina fest cancel ho jayega. Main bas 5 minute mein wapas aata hoon. Please... yahan se hilna mat. Wait here for me," Abhay ne haanfte hue kaha. Usne jaldi se apni zip band ki, Trupti ke maathe par ek jaldi-baazi wala kiss kiya aur storage room ka bhari darwaza kholkar bahar nikal gaya.
Thud!


Darwaza band ho gaya. Trupti wahan andhere mein akeli reh gayi. Uska jism abhi bhi tap raha tha, uski chut se nikalne wala garam paani uski jaanghon ko bhigo raha tha, aur uska muh abhi bhi us adhure swad se bhara tha.
Storage room mein ab sannaata tha, sirf purani cheezon ke girne ki halki aawazein aa rahi thin. Trupti ne apni dress sahi ki aur andhere mein ek kursi par baith gayi, darwaze ki taraf takti hui. Par us sannate mein use aisa mehsoos hua jaise wo akeli nahi hai. Piche rakhe dher saare pardo ke piche se ek halki si sarsarahat aayi.
"Abhay? Tum ho?" usne tharrati hui aawaz mein pucha.
Koi jawaab nahi aaya. 

[Joker44]

Why reader's are giving suggestions to him. He doesn't care about your suggestions. He has already decided. Abhay is going to be hero. And Rahul is going to be a Devil character. So Trupti will never love him.

If you guys want Read story or otherwise leave it.

Maa chod di puri story ki. Pahle wale writer ne . Or is bhai sahab ne bhi.

Maine pehle hi clear kar diya hai ki abhi tak koi hero decide nahi hua hai. Main characters ko depth de raha hoon taaki wo acche lagein. Sirf isliye ki story aapke hisaab se nahi chal rahi, iska matlab ye nahi ki main waisa hi likhoon jaisa aap chahte ho.

Agar yahi baat hai, toh main suggestions lena aur reply dena band kar doonga. Mujhe opinions aur character improvement tips pasand hain, lekin agar aap bullying karoge toh main parwah karna chhod doonga aur itni depth ya emotions ke saath likhna band kar doonga."

[Joker44]

"Main ye sab sunte-sunte thak gaya hoon aur kaafi frustrated hoon. Maine kuch chapters likhe hain, unhe update karne ke baad main is story se break le raha hoon. Ab main apni purani story par focus karoonga kyunki mujhe thoda shant hone ki zaroorat hai.
​Main apni taraf se puri koshish kar raha tha ki jaldi aur acche updates doon, par kisi ko uski fikar nahi hai. Sab bas apne hisaab se story chalwana chahte hain aur apna ego satisfy kar rahe hain. Toh theek hai, jaisa aap chahein."

[Joker44]

@Fing fing ohh aren't you cute little manipulative guy my brother . Just subtle( indirectly ) ,you and your 4 or 5 friends expressing adultery and cuckold view by discarding newbie opinions. Do you know lots junior,senior,active and also story writer of this platform are giving there opinions for this stroy.  Don't you know we can see your see your previous comment where you just want to make this story fully cuckold, so don't try to manipulate or change topic. You only like adultery and cuckold stories I know that which is good for you but don't try to force other into your desire.  I know writer favour you and other 3 or 4 people which is good for you guys , but don't force others to have same opinions(cuckold) as yours, let other enjoy there opinion and suggestions even if they are newbies, active, junior or senior members. No hate to anyone and let other enjoy there life and opinions. Don't tag(label) them as manipulative. 

This story is mis erotica so any characters should not be blindly favour by the writer.

Criticism are the lifes of  any stories or movies with it you can learn many things ,but writer should take it positively and starve to make story more interesting and thrilling.

Wishing the writer all the best. Be positive

Admin mentioned me that you hv created 3 accounts.

[Joker44]

Is that show my brother. Baselesly accusing me of having 3 accounts. Are you only seeing 3 accounts like you said ,commenting in your stories,lots of active,senior and story writer also giving there opinions. Minimum of 20 to 30 different accounts are giving there opinions. So I think I use all of those accounts also. Giving opinions and criticism are now bad my friend??. I never hated you , I am just expressing my opinion. Sorry if giving constructive criticism is bad and offensive

Per the admin, the accounts Dash1, Testmaster, and hellomax belong to the same user ID.

[Joker44]

Moving on from this quarrel. Appreciate the opinions, but I'm done. Big update dropping tonight at 8-9pm. Enjoy!

[Joker44]

Storage room ka bhari darwaza band hote hi sannaata chha gaya, par ye khamoshi sukoon wali nahi thi. Trupti wahan andhere mein baithi thi, uska jism abhi bhi Abhay ki garmi aur us adhure 'tease' se tap raha tha. Usne apni aankhein band kar lin, darwaze ke khulne ka intezar karte hue.
Andhere ke ek gahre kone mein, purane pardo ke piche chhupa Rahul ab tak har saans, har siskaari aur har gandi baat ka gawah ban chuka tha. Jab usne dekha ki rasta saaf hai, wo kisi parchaayi ki tarah khamoshi se aage badha. Uske pairon ki aahat purane lakdi ke farsh par bilkul nahi hui.
Trupti ne mehsus kiya ki koi uske bilkul kareeb khada hai. Storage room mein roshni itni kam thi ki use sirf ek mardana saaya dikh raha tha. Use laga Abhay itni jaldi wapas aa gaya.
"Abhay? Itni jaldi..." Trupti ne halki, tharrati hui aawaz mein kaha.
Rahul ne koi jawab nahi diya. Usne aage badhkar Trupti ke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein bhara. Uske haath thande the, par unme ek aisi pakad thi jo Trupti ko pehchan mein nahi aayi. Par hawas aur madhoshi itni zyada thi ki Trupti ne dhyan nahi diya.

Rahul ne bina koi waqt diye Trupti ke hothon par apne hoth rakh diye. Ye kiss Abhay jaisa nahi tha—isme ek ajeeb si bhookh aur ek purana hisaab barabar karne ki aag thi. Rahul ne Trupti ke nichle hoth ko apne daanton se halka sa dabaya aur phir apni jeebh uske muh mein daal di.




Mmmhhhh... Abhay..." Trupti ne kiss ke beech mein dabi hui aawaz mein kaha. Usne apne haath us shaks ke kandhon par rakhe, ye sochte hue ki uska 'Handsome Dude' wapas aa gaya hai.
Trupti ne poori shiddat se us kiss ka jawab diya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki ye shaks use aur bhi kaskar bhinch raha hai. Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar ko pakad kar use kursi se uthaya aur deewar se sata diya. Trupti ki saansein tez ho gayin, uska dil dhak-dhak kar raha tha. Use lag raha tha ki Abhay aaj pehle se kahin zyada 'aggressive' ho gaya hai.
Trupti ne uske baalon mein apni ungliyan phansayi, par unka texture use thoda alag laga. Par us 'heat' mein wo sab bhool gayi. Rahul ne apna chehra hata kar Trupti ki gardan par naram aur geeli kisses karni shuru kin.



Tum... tumne kaha tha 5 minute..." Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha, uski aankhein band thin aur wo poori tarah us anjaan ehsaas mein doobi hui thi.

Rahul abhi bhi khamosh tha. Usne Trupti ki dress ki dori ko dhire se sarkaaya. Andhere mein uska chehra Trupti ki gardan ke itne paas tha ki Trupti ko uski saanson ki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi, par wo ye nahi dekh pa rahi thi ki ye 'Abhay' nahi, balki uska apna khoon hai jo aaj saari hadein paar karne wala hai.

Andhere storage room ki ghutan aur purane pardo ki mehak mein hawas ka ek naya aur khatarnak khel shuru ho chuka tha. Trupti, jo pehle se hi Abhay ke sparsh se tap rahi thi, usne is naye saaye ko poori tarah 'Abhay' maan liya tha. Rahul ki khamoshi ko usne uska junoon samjha, aur yahi uski sabse badi bhool ban gayi.
Rahul ne bina ek shabd bole Trupti ke peach-colored blouse ke andar apne thande haath daal diye. Usne uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs ko apni hatheliyon mein bhar kar kaskar masalna shuru kiya. Trupti ne ek dard-bhari siskaari li aur Rahul ke kandhon ko jhakad liya. Rahul ne apna sir niche kiya aur Trupti ki naram gardan par ek gehra aur krur neck bite diya.
"Ahhh... Abhay... sssss... itna gussa?" Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha, par wo dard use aur bhi zyada uttejit kar raha tha.



Rahul ne ab Trupti ke nipples ke saath khelna shuru kiya. Usne unhe apni ungliyon ke beech lekar itni shiddat se pinch kiya aur kheencha ki Trupti ka badan dhanush ki tarah akad gaya. Usne ek boob ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur use itni zor se suck karne laga jaise wo uske jism ka saara ras nichod lena chahta ho.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
Trupti ki moaning ab auditorium ke sannaate ko cheer rahi thi. Wo madhoshi mein Rahul ka sir apne seene se chipkaye hue thi, ye jaante hi nahi ki ye uska beta hai jo uske jism ki numaish kar raha hai.



Rahul ka haath ab dhire-dhire neeche sarka. Usne Trupti ki jaanghon (thighs) ke beech apna haath rakha, jahan uski lace panty abhi bhi Abhay ke ras se geeli thi. Rahul ne mehsus kiya ki uski Maa ki chut kitni garam aur bekaraar hai. Usne panty ke oopri hisse par apni ungliyan dhire se chalaayi, us gili lakeer ko mehsoos karte hue. Trupti ne apni jaanghein thodi aur phaila din, apne mard ko poora rasta dete hue.
"Please... Abhay... aur intezar nahi hota..." Trupti ne uske kaan mein fusfusaya.
Rahul ne pehli baar apni ungliyan panty ke andar daal kar apni Maa ki narm darar ko chhua. Trupti ka garam paani uski ungliyon par lagte hi use ek ajeeb sa nasha chadha. Usne pehli baar apni 'expert' ungliyon ko Trupti ki chut ke andar dakhil kiya.
Squish... squelch...
Rahul ne apni ungliyon ko itni tezi aur safari se move karna shuru kiya ki Trupti ke hosh ud gaye. Wo uski 'clit' ko apne angoothe se rub kar raha tha aur do ungliyan uski gehraiyon mein utaar raha tha. Trupti ne pehle kabhi itna 'raw' aur 'aggressive' sparsh mehsus nahi kiya tha. Uska jism buri tarah thar-thara raha tha.
"OH GOD... YES... ABHAYYY!" Trupti ne ek bhayanak cheekh maari.




Uski yoni ki deewaron ne Rahul ki ungliyon ko kaskar pakad liya. Trupti ko ek aisa heavy orgasm aaya jo Abhay ke pichle touch se kahin zyada bhayanak tha. Uska badan dhila pad gaya aur wo Rahul ki baahon mein collapse ho gayi, haanfte hue aur aankhein band kiye. Wo abhi bhi yahi soch rahi thi ki ye Abhay hai jisne aaj use jannat dikha di hai.

Rahul wahan andhere mein khada raha, uski ungliyan uski Maa ke garam ras se tar-batar thin. Usne Trupti ke bikhre hue baalon ko dekha aur uski aankhon mein ek shaitani vijeta (winner) wali chamak thi. Usne Trupti ko kaskar hug kiya, uske nange kandhe par apna chehra chhupate hue, taaki wo uska chehra na dekh sake.



Andhere storage room mein hawa bhari aur garam ho chuki thi. Trupti deewar se tiki haanf rahi thi, uska jism us orgasm ke baad abhi bhi thar-thara raha tha. Usne mehsus kiya ki wo saaya ab uske ghutno ke bal neeche baith raha hai. Rahul ne bade hi naram par pakke haathon se uski lace panty ke kinaro ko pakda aur dhire-dhire unhe niche kheencha.

Trupti ne use roka nahi. Uski akal par hawas ka parda pada tha aur andhera uska dushman ban chuka tha. Jab usne apni jaanghon (thighs) par us shaks ki garam saansein mehsus kin, toh uski ek lambi siskaari nikli.

Abhay... maine... maine ye pehle kabhi nahi kiya," Trupti ne tharrati hui aawaz mein kaha. "Mujhe nahi pata ye kaisa lagta hai... par agar tum chahte ho toh..." Usne Sanjeev ke saath hamesha ek maryada banaye rakhi thi, par aaj wo saari zanjeerein todna chahti thi. Usne socha ki jis mard ne use itna pyaar diya, jo uska 'future' banna chahta hai, wo uska ye ras peene ka haqdaar hai.
Rahul ne pehli baar apni garam jeebh Trupti ki gili aur naram darar (pussy) par rakhi.
Slurp...



Ek soft, wet lick ne Trupti ke poore badan mein bijli dauda di. Uske pair itni zor se kanpe (legs shake) ki use deewar ko kaskar pakadna pada. Rahul ne ab apni jeebh ka 'deep work' shuru kiya. Wo apni jeebh ko Trupti ki gehraiyon mein utaar raha tha, uske 'juices' ko bade hi shauq se chat raha tha.
Trupti ne apna haath jo pehle thoda jhijhak (hesitation) mein tha, ab hata liya aur apni jaanghein poori tarah phaila din. "Mmmhhhh... Abhay... yes... oh god, yes!"
Rahul ab poori tarah passionately lick kar raha tha. Usne Trupti ki 'clit' ko apne hothon mein bhara aur use halka sa suck karne laga. Storage room mein sirf geeli aur raseeli aawazein gunj rahi thin. Rahul ko apni Maa ka swad mil raha tha—wo meetha, garam aur naseela ras jise wo aaj tak sirf imagine karta tha. Wo uske har kone ko apni jeebh se saaf kar raha tha, jaise wo us par apna nishaan chhodna chahta ho.
Trupti ki naram siskaariyan (soft moaning) ab rhythm mein aa chuki thin. Usne Rahul ka sir apni jaanghon ke beech aur kaskar daboch liya, ye sochte hue ki Abhay use aaj ek nayi aurat bana raha hai. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki ye 'Abhay' nahi, balki uska apna beta hai jo uske jism ki gehraiyon ka lutf le raha hai.




Storage room ke us ghane andhere mein, jahan waqt jaise tham gaya tha, Rahul apni zindagi ke sabse bade khwaab ko jee raha tha. Uske saamne uski Maa, Trupti, deewar se tiki hui thi, uski jaanghein poori tarah phaili hui thin aur uska jism hawas ki aag mein jal raha tha. Rahul ne apni Maa ki gili aur garam chut (pussy) ko kisi ice-cream ki tarah chatna shuru kiya, har ek katra, har ek boond ko apni jeebh par samet-te hue.
Saalon ka intezar, wo chup-chup kar dekhna, wo gandi baatein—sab aaj is ek pal mein simat gaye the. Trupti ne jab pehli baar apni jaanghon ke beech us shaks ki jeebh ki gehrai mehsoos ki, toh uska dimaag sunn ho gaya. Use laga ki Abhay use aaj wo sab de raha hai jo Sanjeev ne do dashakon mein nahi diya.
Rahul ne apni jeebh poori tarah uski chut ke andar (tongue inside) daal di. Wo uski narm deewaron ko apni jeebh ki nok se kured raha tha, uske 'juices' ka maza le raha tha jo ab ek nadi ki tarah beh rahe the. Trupti ka badan dhanush ki tarah akad gaya, usne apne nakhun storage room ki purani lakdi ki deewar mein gaad diye.
"Mmmhhhh... OH GOD... Abhayyy!" Trupti ki ek heavy moan auditorium ke sannaate ko cheer gayi. "Kitna... kitna nasha hai tumhari jeebh mein... sssss!"





Rahul ka junoon badhta hi ja raha tha. Usne Trupti ki 'clit' ko apne hothon ke beech lekar kaskar suck kiya, jisse Trupti ka jism jhatke lene laga. Wo madhoshi mein Rahul ka sir apni jaanghon ke beech aur zor se dabane lagi, ye jaante hi nahi ki ye mardana garmi uske apne bete ki hai. Rahul ko apni Maa ka wo naseela swad mil raha tha jo use pagal kar raha tha—wo garm, namkeen aur meetha ras jo sirf ek aurat ki charam-seema (climax) par nikalta hai.
Trupti ab bardaasht ki hadd paar kar chuki thi. Uski saansein ukhadne lagin aur uski yoni ki manspeshiyan Rahul ki jeebh ko kaskar nichodne lagin.
"Main... main gayi... Abhay... YESSS!"
Trupti ne ek baar phir release kiya. Uska orgasm itna bhayanak tha ki uske pairon ne saath chhod diya. Uska garam ras Rahul ke muh mein bhar gaya, aur Rahul ne ek boond bhi zameen par nahi girne di. Usne apni Maa ka wo saara 'essence' pi liya, uske chehre par ek vijeta wali muskaan thi. Trupti dhire se niche phisal gayi aur us saaye ki baahon mein collapse ho gayi, haanfte hue aur poori tarah bikhri hui.

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Storage room ke us andhere mein Trupti abhi bhi us bhayanak orgasm ke nashe mein choor thi. Uska dimaag dizzy tha, saansein ukhdi hui thin, aur shareer bilkul dhila pad gaya tha. Use hosh hi nahi tha ki uski jaanghon ke beech se hatkar wo saaya ab uske chehre ke samne khada ho gaya hai.

Rahul ne bina der kiye apna sakht lund nikaala. Ye pal uske liye barso ki mehnat aur sabr ka nateeja tha. Usne dekha ki Trupti ka muh halka sa khula hai aur wo haanf rahi hai. Usne apna lund seedha uske hothon ke paas laya.
Trupti, jo abhi bhi andhere mein us shaks ko Abhay samajh rahi thi, ne bina kisi virodh ke apna muh poora khol diya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki ek garam aur sakht cheez uske gale tak utar rahi hai. Usne use poora andar le liya (took it all in), jaise wo apne 'handsome dude' ki har ek pyaas bujha dena chahti ho.
Rahul ne ab kisi bhookhe shaitaan ki tarah fastly in rush uske muh ko chodna (face-fucking) shuru kiya. Uski raftaar tez thi, uska har dhakka Trupti ke gale ki gehraiyon tak ja raha tha.
Ghup... Ghup... Ghup...



Trupti ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. Ye 'rehearsal' ab ek jung ban chuki thi. Uske hothon ke kone se laar (saliva) behne lagi, par wo ruk nahi rahi thi. Rahul ne uske baalon ko kaskar piche se pakad rakha tha, uske sir ko apne lund par tezi se slide kar raha tha. Trupti ko laga ki Abhay aaj pehle se kahin zyada ganda aur aggressive ho gaya hai, par wo is 'rough' andaaz ka bhi maza le rahi thi.

Storage room mein sirf Trupti ke gale se nikalne wali gub-gub ki aawazein gunj rahi thin. Rahul ko apni Maa ke naram hothon aur unki garam saanson ka jo nasha mil raha tha, wo use pagal kar raha tha. Wo bina ruke uske muh mein dhakke maarta raha, ye jaante hue ki bahar asli Abhay kisi bhi waqt darwaza khol sakta hai.

Trupti, jo abhi bhi andhere ke dhoke mein thi, poori deewangi se us shaks ka lund chus rahi thi jise wo 'Abhay' samajh rahi thi.

Rahul ke dimaag mein ek toofan chal raha tha. Abhi kuch der pehle usne apni Maa ki chut ka wo naseela ras chakha tha jo kisi purani sharab se bhi zyada kadak tha. Usne apne man mein socha, 'Maine itni ladkiyan chodi, itne muh maare... par meri Maa... Trupti... sabse best hai. Iske hothon ki pakad aur iska chusne ka tareeka... uff!'
Par use Abhay par bohot gussa (jealousy) bhi aa raha tha. Ye soch kar ki Abhay roz is jannat ka maza leta hai, Rahul ne apni raftaar aur gandi kar di. Wo angrily uske muh ko chod raha tha, har dhakke ke saath apna poora lund uske gale ki gehraiyon (deep throat) tak utaar raha tha.
Gub... Ghup... Squelch...
Trupti ki halat dekhne layak thi. Uska sir har dhakke ke saath deewar se takra raha tha. Usne apna muh itna phailaya hua tha ki uske hothon ke kinare dard karne lage the, par wo ruk nahi rahi thi. Uski aankhon se paani nikal aaya tha aur laar (saliva) uski thodi (chin) se hote hue uski peach dress ke oopri hisse par gir rahi thi (saliva dripping). Wo poori tarah ek 'bebas randi' ki tarah apne bete ke lund ki ghulami kar rahi thi.



Rahul ka sabr ab khatam hone ko tha. Usne Trupti ke baalon ko itni zor se kheencha ki uska muh poora khul gaya aur usne aakhri ke kuch dhakke itni tezi se maare ki Trupti ka dum ghutne laga.

"Mmmphhh! Mmm-Gub!"
Rahul ne ek bhayanak guraahat ke saath apna saara garm aur gaadha veerya (cum) Trupti ke gale ke bilkul andar ugal diya. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki uske muh mein ek garam jwaalamukhi phat gaya hai. Usne ek pal ke liye bhi hichkichahat nahi dikhayi. Usne apne gale ki manspeshiyon ko sikoda aur kisi 'hungry predator' ki tarah us saare ras ko swallow kar liya.
Gulp... Gulp...
Usne ek boond bhi bahar nahi nikalne di. Rahul ne apna lund bahar nikaala aur Trupti wahan ghutno ke bal baithi haanf rahi thi, uske hothon par abhi bhi wo safed nishaan baaki tha. Rahul ne andhere mein hi apne kapde sahi kiye, uska gussa ab ek thandi vijay (victory) mein badal chuka tha.



Storage room ke us bhari sannate mein, jahan hawas ki mahak abhi bhi hawa mein tair rahi thi, Rahul ne koi waqt zaya nahi kiya. Jaise hi usne mehsus kiya ki Trupti ne uska aakhri katra nigal liya hai, wo kisi parchaayi ki tarah piche hata. Usne apne kapde jaldi se sahi kiye aur purane pardo ke piche se hota hua, storage room ke pichle chote darwaze se nikal gaya. Uske pairon ki aahat tak nahi hui, par uske chehre par wo shaitani muskaan thi—usne apni Maa ko uske 'Abhay' ke naam par poori tarah nichod liya tha.

Trupti wahan andhere mein ghutno ke bal baithi rahi, uska dimaag abhi bhi ghoom raha tha. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uska gala thoda chheel gaya hai aur uske hothon par ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan hai.
"Abhay?" usne dheere se pukara.
Koi jawab nahi aaya. Trupti ne ladkhadate hue haath se deewar par switch dhoonda aur light on ki. Roshni hote hi uski aankhein choundhiya gayi. Kamra khaali tha.
Trupti ne gehri saans li aur apne bikhre hue huliye ko aaine mein dekha jo ek purane cupboard par laga tha. Uska chehra laal tha, uski peach dress ki dori khuli hui thi, aur uski thodi (chin) par laar aur us 'shaks' ke ras ke nishaan chamak rahe the. Usne jaldi se ek rumaal nikaala aur apne chehre aur hothon ko saaf kiya (cleans herself).
Wo thodi confuse thi. 'Abhay ne lights ka kaha tha... par wo itni khamoshi se kaise nikal gaya? Aur wo itna 'rough' kab se ho gaya?' Par uski body itni satisfied aur dhili thi ki usne zyada socha nahi. Use laga shayad emergency ki wajah se wo jaldi mein nikal gaya hoga.
Theek usi pal, storage room ka main darwaza jhatke se khula. Abhay haanfte hue andar dakhil hua.
"Sorry, sorry Trupti! Wo short-circuit bohot bada tha, electrician ko bulana pada," Abhay ne kaha, uska chehra paseene se tar tha.
Trupti thora chounki. "Abhay... tum... tum abhi toh yahan the?"
Abhay ne herani se dekha. "Kya keh rahi ho? Main toh pichle 10 minute se main stage par electrician ke saath sir khapa raha hoon. Lights abhi theek hui hain."
Trupti ka dil ek pal ke liye dhak se reh gaya. 'Toh phir andhere mein wo kaun tha?' Par phir usne socha shayad Abhay mazaak kar raha hai ya wo khud hi madhoshi mein waqt ka hisaab bhool gayi hai.
Abhay uske paas aaya aur uski kamar mein haath daal kar use apni taraf kheencha. Usne Trupti ke hothon par ek gehra kiss kiya. Trupti ne kiss ka jawab toh diya, par use kuch 'alag' mehsus hua. Abhay ke hothon ka swad, uski saansein, aur uski pakad... wo us 'andhere wale saaye' se bilkul alag thin. Wo saaya zyada bhookha tha, zyada purana lag raha tha.




Trupti ne ek pal ke liye Abhay ko door dhakela aur uski aankhon mein dekha. "Tum... tum sach mein abhi aaye ho?"

"Haan, kyun? Kya hua?" Abhay ne pucha, uski aankhon mein sirf fikar thi.
Trupti ne ek lambi saans li aur apne dimaag ke us darr ko jhatak diya (shrugging it off). Use laga shayad andhere aur adrenaline ki wajah se use sab alag lag raha hai. "Kuch nahi... bas thak gayi hoon shayad."
Usne Abhay ke seene par sar rakh diya, par uske dimaag ke ek kone mein wo 'thanda ehsaas' abhi bhi baaki tha. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki jis ras ko wo nigal chuki hai, wo Abhay ka nahi, balki uske apne khoon ka tha.

Hostel ke kamre mein chhayi khamoshi Trupti ke liye ab kisi bojh ki tarah bhari ho chuki thi. Bahar fest ka shor madham pad chuka tha, par uske dimaag ke andar ek tufaan utha hua tha. Wo apne bed par baithi thi, dono haath kaanpte hue apne ghutno par rakhe the, aur uski nazrein kamre ki us sapaat deewar par tiki thin jo andhere mein thodi dhundhli lag rahi thi. Usne apni aankhein band kin toh wahi storage room ka andhera uske samne dobara chha gaya. Wo us sparsh ko bhoolna chahti thi, par uska jism abhi bhi us ajnabi junoon ki gawaahi de raha tha.

Wo mehsoos kar sakti thi ki wo encounter Abhay ke saath bitaye har pal se bilkul alag tha. Abhay ka pyaar hamesha ek mardana garmi aur haq ke saath hota tha, par wo saaya... wo kuch zyada hi 'raw' aur 'aggressive' tha. Wo pakad, wo baalon ko kheenchna, aur wo lund ka gala cheer dene wala andaaz—usme ek purani dushmani aur ek gehari pyaas mili hui thi jo Abhay ki shaksiyat se mel nahi khati thi. Usne socha ki shayad Abhay aaj bohot zyada uttejit tha, par jab Abhay ne 10 minute baad darwaza khol kar lights on kin, toh uski aankhon mein wo shaitaniyat nahi thi jo Trupti ne andhere mein mehsus ki thi.

Ek thandi si lehar Trupti ki reedh ki haddi se hote hue guzar gayi. Uska dil itni zor se dhadakne laga ki use apna dum ghut-ta hua mehsus hua. "Kaun tha wo?" usne dhire se khud se sawal kiya. Wo khayal hi itna bhayanak tha ki usne apni dono hatheliyon se apna chehra dhak liya. Kya koi aur unhe follow kar raha tha? Kya koi pardo ke peeche chhupa hua tha aur Abhay ke jaate hi usne mauke ka fayda utha liya? Trupti ko apne upar ghin aane lagi. Usne kisi anjaan shaks ko apne jism ki gehraiyon tak jaane diya, use apne lund ka swad chakhaaya, aur yahan tak ki uska sara ras nigal bhi liya, ye soch kar ki wo Abhay hai.

Usne socha ki wo Abhay ko sab bata de, par turant hi usne ye khayal jhatak diya. Abhay ka gussa aur uska junoon kisi se chhupa nahi tha. Agar use pata chala ki koi aur Trupti ko chhoo chuka hai aur Trupti ne bina virodh ke sab kuch hone diya, toh wo pagal ho jayega. Wo jealous ho jayega, shayad Trupti par hi shak karne lagega, aur unka ye haseen rishta ek jhatke mein raakh ho jayega. Trupti is naye rishte ko khona nahi chahti thi, par ye raaz ab ek zeher ki tarah uske andar phail raha tha. Guilt use har taraf se gher raha tha—wo ek married aurat thi, do bacchon ki maa, aur aaj usne kisi raah chalte stalker ko apne saath wo sab karne diya jise wo 'pyaar' samajh rahi thi.



Uski saansein ukhadne lagin aur wo kamre mein idhar-udhar tehlne lagi. Wo baar-baar apne hothon ko rumaal se ragad rahi thi, jaise wo us anjaan mard ka nishaan mita dena chahti ho. Par wo swad... wo thoda namkeen aur bohot zyada gaadha ras, uski yaadon mein dhas chuka tha. Usne khud ko samjhane ki koshish ki ki shayad wo koi waham tha, shayad andhere ki wajah se use sab alag laga. Par tabhi uske phone ki screen ek jhatke se roshan ho gayi. Ek notification ki awaz ne us sannaate ko cheer diya.

Trupti ne kaanpte haathon se phone uthaya. Wahi anonymous number tha. Uski ungliyan screen unlock karte waqt thar-thara rahi thin. Jaise hi usne message khola, uske pairon ke niche se zameen nikal gayi. Message mein likha tha, "You tasted better than I imagined. Tumhare gale ki gehrai aur wo nigalne ka tareeka... lajawab tha, Trupti."
Uski aankhon ke samne andhera chhane laga. Wo saaya koi bhatka hua musafir nahi tha. Wo use jaanta tha. Wo uska peecha kar raha tha. Aur sabse daravni baat ye thi ki wo abhi bhi kahin aas-pass hi tha, uski har siskaari ka hisaab rakhe hue. Trupti ne zor se chillana chaha, par uski aawaz uske gale mein hi phans kar reh gayi.
Agli subah dance competition hai aur Trupti ko sabke samne muskurana hai, par kya wo us 'asli' saaye ka samna kar payegi jo uske andar tak utar chuka hai?

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Sorry for the wait! I was experimenting with making GIFs and videos for the first time. Thanks for your patience, and happy reading!"

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Subah ki pehli kiran jab hostel ke kamre mein dakhil hui, toh Trupti ki aankhein kisi bhayanak khwaab se jhatke mein khulin. Uska poora jism bhari ho raha tha, aur jaise hi usne apna thook nigla, uske halaq mein wahi namkeen aur gaadha zayka dobara ubhar aaya—pichli raat ka wo 'veerya' (cum). Wo swad abhi bhi uski jeebh par chipka hua tha, uske 'deep throat' aur 'swallow' ki gawaahi deta hua. Usne turant uthkar bathroom ki taraf doud lagayi aur baar-baar kulla karne lagi, par wo ehsaas uske dimaag se nahi nikal raha tha.

Wo aaine ke samne khadi hui aur apne su सूजे hue hothon ko dekhne lagi. Uske dimaag mein ek hi sawal hathode ki tarah baj raha tha: "Kaun tha wo?" Use yaad tha ki kaise usne use deewar se sata kar uske muh ko 'angrily' choda tha, kaise usne uska baal pakad kar apna poora lund uske gale mein utaara tha. Usne us shaks ko 'Abhay' pukara tha, usne use 'pyaar' kiya tha, par ab use ehsaas ho raha tha ki wo sparsh, wo mardana garmi Abhay ki nahi thi. Wo kuch zyada hi khunkhaar aur naseeli thi.


Pehla khayal use Abhay ko sab batane ka aaya. Usne phone uthaya bhi, par uske haath thar-tharane lage. "Nahi... main use nahi bata sakti," usne khud se fusfusaya. Abhay ka gussa aur uska junoon kisi se chhupa nahi tha. Agar use pata chala ki storage room mein koi aur tha, aur sabse badi baat—ki Trupti ne bina kisi virodh ke, 'satisfaction' ke saath us anjaan shaks ka kaam poora kiya, toh Abhay pagal ho jayega. Wo jealous ho jayega, shayad use hi 'charitraheen' samajhne lage. Unka wo haseen 'future' jiske sapne Abhay dikha raha tha, wo ek jhatke mein bikhar jata. Trupti itni kamzor pad chuki thi ki wo Abhay ka gussa bardaasht nahi kar sakti thi.
Lekin ye raaz use andar se khaaye ja raha tha. Wo anonymous message—"You tasted better than I imagined"—ka matlab tha ki wo shikaari abhi bhi aas-paas hai. Wo use jaanta hai, wo uska peecha kar raha hai. Use kisi aise shaks ki zaroorat thi jo use judge na kare, jo uske raaz ko raaz rakhe aur jis par wo aankh band karke bharosa kar sake.
Usi pal uski nazar Rahul ki photo par padi. Rahul—uska beta.
Trupti ke dimaag mein ek thandak si chhayi. Rahul hi toh hai jo is college mein uski dhaal bana hua hai. Rahul ne hi use pehle bhi Viki se bachaya tha. Use laga ki Rahul ek 'gen-z' ladka hai, wo samajhdaar hai, aur sabse badi baat—wo uska beta hai. Wo apni Maa ki is bebasi ko samjhega. Use laga ki Rahul ko sab batakar wo apna bojh halka kar sakti hai. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul hi wo 'saaya' hai jo uske dimaag ke sukoon ko nichod raha hai.
Usne kaanpte haathon se Rahul ka number milaya. Phone ki har ek ring uske dil ki dhadkan badha rahi thi.
"Hello... Rahul?" Trupti ki aawaz baith gayi thi.
"Haan Maa? Aapki aawaz ko kya hua? Aap theek toh hain?" Rahul ne doosri taraf se bohot hi masoom aur fikar-mand andaaz mein pucha, jabki wo apne dimaag mein pichli raat ki recording dobara play kar raha tha.


"Rahul... mujhe tumse milna hai. Abhi. College ke purane garden wale hisse mein, jahan koi na ho. Please... main bohot pareshan hoon. Main Abhay ko nahi bata sakti... sirf tum hi ho jis par main is waqt bharosa kar sakti hoon. Please aao mujhse milne."
Rahul ke hothon par ek shaitani muskaan phel gayi. Uska shikaar khud shikaari ke paas panah maangne aa raha tha. "Aap fikar mat kijiye Maa. Main bas 5 minute mein wahan pahunch raha hoon. Main hoon na aapke saath."
Trupti ne phone rakha aur gehri saans li. Use lag raha tha ki Rahul se milkar wo is daldal se nikal jayegi. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki wo us masiha se madad maang rahi thi jisne pichli raat uske jism ki numaish ki thi aur jiska 'veerya' abhi bhi uske jism ke andar utar chuka tha.

Purane garden ka wo kona belon aur ghani jhaadiyon se ghira hua tha, jahan suraj ki roshni bhi darr-darr kar pahunch rahi thi. Trupti wahan khadi apne haathon ki ungliyon ko buri tarah marod rahi thi. Uska chehra peela pad gaya tha aur aankhon ke niche halki sujan pichli raat ki gawaahi de rahi thi. Jab usne Rahul ko apni taraf aate dekha, toh uske andar ek ajeeb si hulchul hui—ek taraf sukoon tha ki uska beta uske paas hai, aur doosri taraf ek gahri sharmindagi ki wo apne hi bete ko ye gandi baatein kaise batayegi.
"Maa? Aap itna kyun kanp rahi hain? Kya hua hai?" Rahul ne paas aakar uske kandhon par haath rakha. Uska lehja itna naram aur fikar-mand tha ki Trupti ka bandh toot gaya.
Wo hadbadane lagi, uske shabd uske hothon par phans rahe the. "Rahul... wo... pichli raat... main... storage room..." Wo ruk gayi. Use laga ki ek Maa hokar wo apne bete ko kaise bataye ki wo kisi anjaan mard ke saath kya-kya kar baithi hai? Usne socha ki shayad Rahul use 'charitraheen' samjhega, par uski bebasi uski sharam se badi ho chuki thi.
Rahul ne use dekha, uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi jise usne 'hamdardi' ke parda mein chhupa rakha tha. Usne Trupti ko dhire se apni baahon mein bhara aur use kaskar hug kar liya. Trupti ne apna sir uske muscular seene par tika diya aur phat-phat kar rone lagi. Rahul ne uske baalon ko sahlayah, uski garmi ko mehsoos kiya, aur use tab tak rone diya jab tak wo bilkul shaant nahi ho gayi.


Jab Trupti thodi sambhli, toh usne sab kuch ugal diya. Usne storage room ki wo andheri raat, wo ajnabi saaya, wo 'oral' act, aur wo 'swallow' wala kissa—sab kuch Rahul ke kaanon mein bhar diya. Wo rone lagi ki kaise wo 'Abhay' samajh kar ye sab kar gayi. Rahul bade dhairya (patience) se sab sunta raha, jaise koi maseeha apne bhakt ka dukh sun raha ho.
"Don't worry, Maa. Aap bilkul fikar mat kijiye," Rahul ne uske aansu ponchte hue kaha. "Ye zaroor Viki ya uske kisi chele ka kaam hai. Viki ko college se nikaala gaya tha, wo zaroor aap aur Abhay ka rishta kharab karna chahta hoga. Usne aapko milne ke liye bulaya ya koi paise maange?"
"Nahi... abhi tak koi demand nahi aayi," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha.
"Toh phir fikar ki koi baat nahi. Main hoon na? Main sab handle kar lunga," Rahul ne use bharosa dilaya. "Aur Abhay? Wo aapse itna pyaar karta hai ki wo kabhi aap par shak nahi karega. Wo aapka mard hai, wo aapki hifazat karega. Aap bas apna dhyan rakhiye."
Trupti ko ye sunkar thoda sukoon mila. Use laga ki uska beta waqayi samajhdaar ho gaya hai. Par tabhi, Rahul ne bade hi 'slyly' (chaalaki se) uske dimaag mein shak ka ek zeherila beej boya.
"Waise Maa... ek baat sochne wali hai," Rahul ne thoda ruk kar, gehri soch mein doobne ka natak kiya. "Storage room mein aapko bulaya kisne tha? Abhay ne hi na? Aur wahi wahan se emergency ka bahana banakar gaya bhi. Phir wo shaks turant andar kaise aa gaya? Aisa lagta hai jaise kisi ne rasta pehle se saaf kar rakha tha..."
Trupti ki aankhein phati reh gayin. Rahul ne dabi aawaz mein aage kaha, "Ho sakta hai Abhay ne hi kisi ko... nahi, ye main kya keh raha hoon. Abhay toh aapse pyaar karta hai, wo bhala aapke paas kisi aur ko kyun bhejega? Shayad ye bas ek happy coincidence ho."
Trupti ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya. Wo beej uske dimaag mein dhas gaya tha. Kya Abhay ne hi ye sab kiya? Kya wo mujhe kisi aur ke saath 'share' karna chahta tha? Par agle hi pal usne is khayal ko jhatak diya. "Nahi Rahul! Abhay aisa nahi hai. Wo mujhse shaadi karna chahta hai, wo mere liye itna tadapta hai. Wo aisa ganda kaam kabhi nahi karega."
Rahul halka sa hasa, jaise wo bas mazaak kar raha ho. "Wahi toh main keh raha hoon Maa. Just relax. Abhay loves you."
Trupti ne gehri saans li aur Rahul ka shukriya ada kiya. Wo wahan se thodi 'relaxed' hokar nikal gayi, par uske dimaag ke ek kone mein wo sawal ab ghar kar chuka tha. Rahul ne use 'sahara' bhi de diya aur use 'andhere' mein bhi dhakel diya.

Grand Ball ki shaam jaise-jaise kareeb aa rahi thi, college ka auditorium kisi bade raaj-mahal ki tarah sajne laga tha. Chaaro taraf velvet ke neele aur sunehre parde latkaye ja rahe the, aur hawa mein mehnge perfumes aur taaza phoolon ki mehak ghuli hui thi. Par is chamak-dhamak ke beech, Trupti ka dil kisi purani deewar ki tarah darak raha tha. Rahul ne jo shak ka beej uske dimaag mein boya tha, wo ab ek zeherili bel bankar uski har soch ko jakad raha tha.
Trupti stage ke ek kone mein khadi apni silk ki dress ki dori sahi kar rahi thi, jab Abhay ne piche se aakar uski kamar mein haath daala. Abhay hamesha ki tarah energetic aur khush tha, usne Trupti ke nange kandhe par apne hoth rakhe aur dhire se fusfusaya, "Tonight is ours, Trupti. Is Grand Ball ke baad, sab badal jayega."


Trupti ka jism ek pal ke liye akad gaya. Usne palat kar Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahi aankhein jinme wo kabhi doob jati thi, aaj use sawaliya nishaan lag rahi thin. 'Kya ye wahi aankhein hain jo pichli raat mujhe andhere mein tadapte hue dekh rahi thin? Kya ye wahi hoth hain jinhe maine chusa tha, ya wo koi aur tha?' Trupti ko wo storage room wala pal yaad aaya jab Abhay "emergency" ka bahana banakar gaya tha.
"Abhay... tum kal raat jab gaye the, toh kitni der mein wapas aaye the?" Trupti ne koshish ki uski aawaz na kanpe.
Abhay thoda hairan hua, phir haskar bola, "Wahi kuch 10-15 minute lage honge. Kyun? Tumhe meri yaad itni sata rahi thi?" Usne mazaak mein Trupti ki naak khinchi, par Trupti ke dimaag mein ghanti baj gayi. 10 minute. Us saaye ne uske saath jo kuch kiya, wo unhi 10 minuton ke beech hua tha. Kya ye sab itna "perfectly timed" mahaz ek ittefaq tha? Trupti ne darr ko jhatakne ki koshish ki, par Abhay ka har sparsh ab use thoda nakli, thoda saazish-bhara lagne laga tha.
Wahi dusri taraf, Boys’ Hostel ke ek band kamre mein, Rahul apne mission ke aakhri padaav par tha. Uske samne laptop ki screen par wo purani 'Goa Recording' khuli hui thi. Viki ki wo zillat bhari video, jisme wo behosh tha aur Jiglo uske saath woh sab kar raha tha jise dekhkar kisi ki bhi ruh kaanp jaye. Rahul ne bade hi thande dimaag se us video ko college ke main server aur Grand Ball ke presentation folder mein upload karna shuru kiya.
Rahul ki ungliyan tezi se keyboard par chal rahi thin. Usne video ko aise set kiya ki jab Grand Ball ka climax aayega, jab Trupti aur Abhay stage par honge, tab ye 'Vikki-Jiglo' wala kaand poore college ke samne giant LED screen par chalne lagega. Rahul jaanta tha ki ye video leak hote hi Viki ka career aur izzat mitti mein mil jayegi, aur poora college ek bhayanak scandal mein doob jayega. Par uska asli maqsad sirf Viki ko tabaah karna nahi tha. Wo is afra-tafri ka fayda uthakar Trupti ko Abhay se hamesha ke liye door karna chahta tha.
Usne pen-drive nikaali aur use apni jeb mein daalte hue aaine mein dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek aisi shaitaniyat thi jo kisi maseeha ki nahi, balki ek nishachari (nocturnal) shikaari ki thi.
"Maa... aapne mujh par bharosa karke apni zindagi ki sabse badi galti ki hai," Rahul dhire se muskuraya. "Aaj raat Viki marega, Abhay badnaam hoga, aur aap... aap sirf meri hongi."
Rahul ne apna blazer pehna aur kamre se bahar nikal gaya. Bahar dhol-nagadon aur music ki aawaz tez ho rahi thi. Grand Ball shuru ho chuka tha. Trupti ne emerald earrings pehne aur Abhay ka haath pakda, par uski nazrein bheed mein kisi ko dhoond rahi thin—shayad Viki ko, shayad us saaye ko, ya shayad us sacchai ko jo aaj raat sab kuch tabah karne wali thi.

Auditorium ki lights dhire-dhire madham hone lagin aur ek gehri sunehri roshni (golden spotlight) stage ke center par simat gayi. Announcement hui aur poora hall taaliyon ki garhgarahat se gunj utha. Abhay ne Trupti ka haath thama aur use bade hi nazaakat se stage ke beech lekar aaya. Music shuru hua—ek dhima, nasheela aur seductive romantic track jiski har beat dil ki dhadkan se mel kha rahi thi.
Shuruat mein Trupti ka jism thoda sakht tha. Rahul ki kahi baatein uske dimaag mein kaanto ki tarah chubh rahi thin. Jab Abhay ne apna haath uski patli kamar par rakha aur use apne kareeb kheencha, toh Trupti ne ek pal ke liye apni saansein rok lin. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhne ki koshish ki, ye dhoondne ke liye ki kya wahan wahi 'shaitaniyat' hai jo us andhere storage room mein thi?


Par jaise-jaise gaana aage badha, Abhay ke sparsh ki purani garmi ne Trupti ke darr ko pighlana shuru kar diya. Abhay ne use itne pyaar aur ehtiyat se pakda tha ki Trupti ko laga shayad Rahul galat tha. Wo Abhay ki baahon mein thirakne lagi. Unka dance ab sirf moves nahi, balki ek khamosh guftagu ban chuka tha. Jab Abhay ne use ghumakar (spin) wapas apne seene se sataya, toh Trupti ki aankhein band ho gayin. Usne apni gardan thodi piche ki, Abhay ko poora mauka dete hue ki wo uski khushboo ko mehsus kar sake.
Trupti ab waqayi is pal ka lutf utha rahi thi. Wo muskura rahi thi, uski aankhon mein Abhay ke liye wahi purani deewangi laut aayi thi. Use lag raha tha ki is mard ki baahon mein wo mehfooz hai, aur pichli raat ka wo kissa shayad koi bhayanak ittefaq hi tha. Wo Abhay ke kandhe par sar tika kar dhire-dhire jhoom rahi thi, poore college ki nazron se be-khabar.
Door, auditorium ke ek andhere kone mein, Control Room ki balcony se Rahul ye manzar dekh raha tha. Uske chehre par koi gussa nahi tha, balki ek thandi, pathar jaisi muskaan thi. Wo dekh raha tha ki kaise uski Maa us mard ki baahon mein pighal rahi hai jise wo 'dhokebaaz' samajhne lagi thi. Rahul ne apni jeb se wo pen-drive nikaali aur use apne laptop mein insert kiya.
"Thoda aur muskura lo, Maa," Rahul ne dhire se fusfusaya, uski nazrein screen par upload ho rahi 'Vikki-Jiglo' video par thin. "Kyunki agle 5 minute mein, ye saari romanchak dunya raakh hone wali hai. Jab ye video chalega, tab dekhte hain Abhay aapko is zillat se kaise bachata hai."
Rahul ka angootha 'Play' button par tha. Stage par Trupti aur Abhay ka slow dance apne climax par pahunch raha tha, dono ek dusre mein khoye hue the, ye jaante hi nahi ki unki har ek khushi ab ek bahut bade aur gande tamashe mein badalne wali hai.


Slow dance apne antim charno mein tha. Music ki raftaar dhire-dhire badhi aur ek aakhri, madhur thap ke saath Abhay ne Tripti ko apni baahon mein piche ki taraf jhukaya. Auditorium sannaate mein doob gaya, aur phir agle hi pal taaliyon ki ek aisi garhgarahat hui jisne chatt ko hila kar rakh diya. Trupti haanf rahi thi, uski aankhon mein khushi aur Abhay ke liye gehra vishwas chamak raha tha. Usne Abhay ka haath thama aur dono ne audience ki taraf jhuk kar salaam kiya.
Par wo khushi sirf chand second ki mehman thi.
Achanak, auditorium ki main lights band ho gayin aur stage ke piche lagi giant LED screen ek jhatke ke saath roshan hui. Sabko laga ki shayad ye fest ki koi summary video hai, par jo agle hi pal parde par dikha, usne poore college ka khoon jama diya.
Video ki quality thodi grainy thi par sab kuch saaf dikh raha tha. Ek purana, andhera lab room—wahi room jahan Viki aur uske chamche aksar baithte the. Screen par Viki ek purani bench par bilkul behosh pada tha, uska jism bejaan lag raha tha. Aur uske oopar... Jiglo. Poora college deewangi se screen ki taraf takne laga. Wo ek minute ka video kisi bhayanak sapne ki tarah tha. Jiglo, Viki ke nange aur be-suddh jism ke saath wo ganda khel khel raha tha jiski koi kalpana bhi nahi kar sakta tha. Viki ki zillat, uska wo drugged chehra, aur Jiglo ki darindagi—ek-ek pal bade hi 'raw' andaaz mein dikhaya gaya tha.
"Ye... ye kya hai?" Tripti ne apne hothon par haath rakh liya, uska chehra safed pad gaya. Abhay ke pairon ke niche se zameen nikal gayi. Wo bas screen ko dekh raha tha, uska dimaag kaam karna band kar chuka tha.
Poore auditorium mein ek sannata chha gaya, jo kuch hi palon mein ek bhayanak shor (hungama) mein badal gaya. Students chillane lage, koi has raha tha, koi ghin se muh pher raha tha, aur kuch Viki ka naam lekar chilla rahe the. Principal aur senior teachers stage par doud kar aaye.
"Band karo ise! Ise abhi band karo!" Principal chilla rahe the. Technical team ne jaldi se connection kaata aur screen kaali ho gayi, par tab tak tabahi ho chuki thi. "Everyone, please leave! Event cancel kiya jata hai. Apne apne hostels mein jaiye, abhi!"
Par bheed kahan rukne wali thi? Charo taraf afwaahon ka bazaar garm ho gaya. Students ek doosre ke kaan mein fusfusane lage, "Ye vohi video hai na jo Abhay ke laptop mein thi? Maine suna tha Abhay ke paas Viki ka koi ganda raaz hai!"
Abhay ka chehra khauf se bhar gaya. Use turant yaad aaya ki ye wahi video hai jo usne Goa se aane ke baad apne laptop mein dekhi thi, par usne ise kabhi leak karne ka nahi socha tha. Use samajh aa gaya ki kisi ne use buri tarah phansaya hai. Agar ye video uske laptop se leak hui hai, toh uska career aur izzat sab khatam ho jayenge.
Wo bina kuch soche, bina Tripti ki taraf dekhe, stage se niche kooda aur bheed ko cheerte hue bahar ki taraf bhaga.
"Abhay! Abhay, ruko! Kahan ja rahe ho tum?" Tripti ne piche se zor se chilla kar use pukara, uski aawaz mein dar aur bebasi thi. Par Abhay ne ek baar palat kar bhi nahi dekha. Wo bas apne room ki taraf doud raha tha, apne laptop ko check karne ke liye.
Trupti stage par akeli reh gayi, charo taraf log murmuring kar rahe the, gandi nazron se use aur Abhay ki khali jagah ko dekh rahe the. Auditorium se bahar nikalte waqt har student ke muh par sirf wahi ganda manzar tha. Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye—ek pal pehle wo jannat mein thi, aur ab wo ek aise tufaan ke beech khadi thi jiska rasta seedha tabaahi ki taraf ja raha tha.
Use nahi pata tha ki balcony ke andhere se Rahul ye sab dekh kar dabi-dabi hansi hans raha tha. Usne ek teer se do nishane lagaye the—Viki tabaah ho chuka tha, aur Abhay darr ke maare Trupti ko akela chhod kar bhag gaya tha.

Auditorium ki chaka-choundh ab ek shamshaan ki khamoshi mein badal chuki thi. Trupti stage par thar-thara rahi thi, uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha uska seena phat jayega. Wo manzar... wo video... usne Trupti ko us purani lab ki yaad dila di jahan wo maut aur badnami ke dar se gayi thi.
Use yaad aaya kaise Vikki ne use blackmail kiya tha, kaise wo darte hue us lab mein pahunchi thi taaki Vikki uske jism ke saath khel sake. Par us din Abhay uska masiha ban kar aaya tha. Rahul ne Vikki ki bottle mein wo naseela liquid milaya tha, aur jab Vikki Trupti ko smooch karte-karte dher ho gaya tha, tab Abhay ne Jiglo ko bulakar wo ganda badla liya tha. Rahul bhi wahan maujood tha, usne sab apni aankhon se dekha tha. Par unhe laga tha ki wo raaz us andheri lab mein dafan ho gaya hai. Aaj wo raaz poore college ke samne nanga khada tha.
Sabse bada jhatka tab laga jab Abhay use beech raaste mein chhod kar bhag gaya. "Abhay! Suno toh!" Trupti ne piche se pukara, par Abhay bheed ko cheerte hue aise gayab hua jaise koi chor pakda gaya ho. Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Wo apman aur darr ke bojh se stage par hi dher hone wali thi ki tabhi ek mazboot haath ne uske kandhe ko sahara diya.
"Maa... aap theek hain?" Rahul ki aawaz mein ek aisi sanjeedagi thi jo Trupti ko is tufaan mein ek tinke ka sahara lagi.
Trupti ne palat kar Rahul ko dekha, uski aankhen buri tarah laal thin. "Rahul... ye kya ho gaya? Wo video... wo sabke samne kaise aa gayi? Aur Abhay... wo mujhe aise chhod kar kyun chala gaya?"
Rahul ne bade hi naram andaaz mein Trupti ka haath thama. "Maa, ye jagah ab safe nahi hai. Log baatein bana rahe hain, Principal gusse mein hain. Chaliye, main aapko hostel chhod deta hoon."
Dono auditorium se bahar nikle. Thandi hawa Trupti ke jism ko chhoo rahi thi par uske andar ki aag thandi nahi ho rahi hi. Wo hostel ki taraf chalne lage, raste mein sannaata tha par Trupti ka dimaag shor kar raha tha.
"Ye sab kaise hua Rahul?" Trupti ne rote hue pucha. "Humein laga tha wo video sirf Abhay ke paas hai. Kya tumhe lagta hai Abhay ne jaan-bujhkar ye kiya?"
Rahul ne thodi der khamoshi banaye rakhi, phir bade hi slyly (chaalaki se) bola, "Maa, maine aapse kaha tha na... Abhay par aankh band karke bharosa mat kijiye. Wo video uske laptop mein thi. Bina uski marzi ke, ya bina uski laparwahi ke ye leak hona namumkin hai. Shayad wo Vikki ko hamesha ke liye tabaah karna chahta tha, par use ye parwah nahi thi ki isse aap par kya asar padega."
Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Use yaad aaya ki kaise Abhay darr ke maare bhag gaya tha. "Wo darr gaya tha Rahul... shayad use laga ki security officer bulayi jayegi."
"Darna use chahiye tha jisne gunah kiya ho," Rahul ne thandi aawaz mein kaha. "Par usne aapko akela chhod diya jab poora college aapko gandi nazron se dekh raha tha. Humein Abhay se milna hoga, uska laptop check karna hoga. Par abhi aap aaram kijiye."
Trupti ko Rahul ki baaton mein sacchai lagne lagi. Use ehsaas hua ki is poore kaand mein sirf Rahul hi tha jo uske saath khada raha. Jab wo hostel ke gate par pahunche, Trupti ne Rahul ka haath kaskar pakda.
"Thank you, Rahul. Agar aaj tum nahi hote toh main shayad stage par hi mar jati," Trupti ne bharayi hui aawaz mein kaha.
Rahul ne uske hothon ke paas bikhre ek baal ko kaan ke piche kiya, uska sparsh thoda lamba tha, thoda gehra tha. "Aap fikar mat kijiye Maa. Main sab sambhal lunga. Kal subah hum Abhay se milenge aur sach pata lagayenge."
Trupti apne room mein chali gayi, par uske dimaag mein wo 'cum-swallow' wala taste aur ye naya 'scandal' milkar ek ajeeb sa nasha aur darr paida kar rahe the. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne Abhay ke laptop ka access pehle hi le liya tha aur ye leak sirf shuruat thi.

Auditorium se bhagne ke baad Abhay ne Trupti ke darjano calls ignore kiye the. Wo apne hostel room mein band, paseene se tar-batar, apne laptop ki files ko paagalon ki tarah scan kar raha tha. Jab Trupti ka phone ek baar phir baja, toh usne kaanpte haathon se call pick kiya. Uska gala sookha hua tha aur aawaz mein ek aisi dehshat thi jo Trupti ne pehle kabhi nahi suni thi.
"H-hello... Trupti?" Abhay ki aawaz tharrayi.
"Abhay! Kahan ho tum? Tum aise chhod kar kyun bhag gaye? Main kitni darr gayi thi!" Trupti ne fikar aur thode gusse mein pucha. Uska dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, par Abhay ki halat sunkar uska gussa thoda thanda padne laga.


"Trupti... mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ye kaise hua," Abhay ne haklate hue kaha. "Wo video... wo leak ho gayi! Poore college ne dekh liya. Agar Principal ko pata chala ki ye maine record ki thi ya mere laptop se leak hui hai, toh mera career khatam ho jayega. Jail ho sakti hai humein!"
Trupti ne gehri saans li. "Par ye hua kaise Abhay? Kisi ne tumhara laptop touch kiya tha?"
"Nahi! Wo hamesha mere paas rehta hai. Par abhi ke liye... maine sab kuch delete kar diya hai," Abhay ne tezi se bataya, jaise wo khud ko yakeen dila raha ho. "Vikki wala wo saara folder, wo recordings... maine permanently mita di hain. Abhi ke liye humein bas 'pretend' karna hoga ki humein kuch nahi pata. Jab tak koi humare end par aakar sawal nahi puchta, hum anjaan bane rahenge. Please Trupti, kisi ko kuch mat batana."
Trupti stage par akele chhode jaane ki wajah se dukhi thi, par Abhay ki 'scared' aawaz sunkar uska mamta bhara dil (jo wo Abhay ke samne 'girlfriend' ke roop mein chhupa rakhti thi) pighal gaya. Use ehsaas hua ki Abhay abhi sirf ek 21 saal ka ladka hai jo ek bhayanak scandal mein phans gaya hai. Usne apne dukh ko side mein rakha aur ek supportive girlfriend ki tarah use hosla diya.
"Theek hai Abhay, relax. Main samajh sakti hoon tum darr gaye the. Jo tumne stage par kiya... mujhe bura laga, par main jaanti hoon wo situation hi aisi thi ki tumhara dimaag kaam nahi kar raha tha," Trupti ne bohot hi naram andaaz mein kaha. "Main tumse naraz nahi hoon. Hum isse saath mein nikal jayenge. Tum bas himmat mat haarna."
Abhay ko Trupti ki baaton se thoda sukoon mila. "Tum bohot acchi ho Trupti. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry tumhe wahan akela chhodne ke liye."
Dono ne tay kiya ki wo kal college mein aise milenge jaise unhe us video ke source ke baare mein kuch nahi pata. Trupti ne phone rakha, par uske dimaag mein abhi bhi ek uljhan thi. Usne Abhay ko maaf toh kar diya tha, par Rahul ki kahi baatein—ki Abhay laparwah ho sakta hai—uske dimaag mein abhi bhi kahin na kahin goonj rahi thin. Usne Abhay ko 'pretend' karne ka waada toh kar diya, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne pehle hi wo recording sabke dimaag mein dhas di hai, aur sirf 'delete' karne se ye aag thandi nahi hone wali thi.

Vikki ke ghar ka mahaul hamesha se hi thoda sakht aur garv (ego) se bhara tha. Uska baap, ek prabhavshali aur gusse wala aadmi, hamesha Vikki ki 'mardaangi' aur 'takat' par naaz karta tha. Par us raat, uske alishan kamre mein ek aisa sannata chha gaya jo kisi tabaahi se pehle hota hai.
Vikki apne bistar par leta hua tha, jab uske phone ki screen lagataar notifications se chamakne lagi. Usne gusse mein phone uthaya—use laga ki shayad college ke doston ka mazaak hoga. Par jaise hi usne pehla message khola, uska poora shareer thanda pad gaya. Kisi ne use auditorium ki recording bheji thi, jahan stage par wo ganda video poore college ke samne chal raha tha.


Vikki ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. Wo manzar... wo zillat... usne dekha ki kaise poora college uspar thoo-thoo kar raha hai. Use wahi 'drugged' nasha dobara mehsus hone laga jo us raat lab mein hua tha. Uski mardaangi aur uski chaudhar ek minute ke video mein raakh ho chuki thi.
"Abhay... main tujhe zinda nahi chhodunga!" Vikki ne gusse mein apne daant pise. Uski mutthi itni zor se bichi ki uske nakhun hatheli mein dhas gaye. Use yakeen tha ki ye sirf Abhay ka kaam hai, kyunki wahi tha jisne us raat Jiglo ko bulaya tha. Wo sharmindagi (lajjit) se mar raha tha, par uski nafrat uske darr se badi ho rahi thi.
Par tabhi, bahar se uske baap ki bhaari awaaz sunayi di. Vikki ka gussa ek pal mein dehshat mein badal gaya. Uska baap agar ye video dekh leta—jo ki ab tak har WhatsApp group mein phail chuki thi—toh wo use goli maar deta ya ghar se nikaal deta. Vikki ko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo apni 'izzat' kaise bachaye. Wo ab sirf ek ghayal sher nahi tha, wo ek aisa shikaar tha jo charo taraf se ghir chuka tha.
Wahi dusri taraf, Rahul apne hostel room ki balcony mein khada dhoop-chaav ka khel dekh raha tha. Usne ye video Vikki ko jaan-bujhkar bheji thi taaki aag dono taraf se barabar lage.
"Ab maza aayega," Rahul ne thandi aawaz mein kaha. "Vikki ab pagal hokar Abhay par hamla karega. Abhay darr kar Trupti ke piche chupega. Aur Trupti? Wo us 'maseeha' ke paas aayegi jisne use andhere mein taste kiya tha."


College mein kal subah investigation shuru hone wali thi, par Vikki ke dimaag mein ab sirf 'khoon' sawar tha. Wo apna pistol nikaal kar use saaf karne laga. Usne tay kar liya tha—agar wo badnaam hua hai, toh wo Abhay ko maut ki neend sula kar hi dam lega.

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Dekho bhaiyo aur behno, agle kuch updates mein jyada sex scenes expect mat karna kyunki abhi focus pure story build-up pe hai. Thoda patience rakho, bina matlab ke random scenes ghusa kar mujhe plot ka kachra nahi karna hai. Jab tak characters aur unki chemistry solid nahi hogi, tab tak maza nahi aayega.

Par tension mat lo, jahan story ki demand hogi aur jahan sach mein 'needed' hoga, wahan definitely scenes add karunga. Abhi asli maza story ke twist aur turns mein hai. Saath bane raho!

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Agli subah ki dhoop shehar ke aas-paas ke pahadon se nikal kar campus par pad rahi thi, par college ka mahaul kisi khushnuma din jaisa nahi tha. Trupti ne aaj ek halki neeli (sky blue) kurti aur safed leggings pehni thi. Uska chehra thoda thaka hua tha, par usne halke makeup se apne gham aur darr ko chhupane ki koshish ki thi. Uske khule baal uske kandhon par bikhre hue the, aur uski ankhon mein ek aisi sanjeedagi thi jo use kisi 'young college girl' se kahin zyada mature dikha rahi thi.


Wo dhire-dhire canteen ki taraf badhi. Uska dil har us student ki nazar se ghabra raha tha jo use dekh kar aapas mein fusfusa rahe the. Canteen mein ek kone ki table par Abhay aur Rahul baithe the.
Abhay ka chehra bilkul utra hua tha. Uske baal bikhre the aur aankhon ke niche kale ghere saaf dikh rahe the—saaf tha ki wo poori raat soya nahi hai. Rahul uske samne baitha thoda gambhir hone ka natak kar raha tha.
"Hey..." Trupti ne aakar Abhay ke paas wali kursi kheenchi aur baith gayi. Usne bade hi naram andaaz mein Abhay ka haath apne haath mein liya. "Tumne nashta kiya?"
Abhay ne sir hilaya, "Nahi Trupti, bhook nahi hai. Bas yahi darr lag raha hai ki investigation kahan tak jayegi." Usne ek nazar Rahul par dali aur phir Trupti se kaha, "Dekho, jo kuch bhi hua, wo humare beech hi rehna chahiye. Wo video kaise leak hui, kisne ki, humein kuch nahi pata. Hum bas anjaan banenge. Rahul, tumne bhi wahan jo dekha tha, wo kabhi bahar nahi aana chahiye."


Rahul ne ek bahut hi 'obedient' dost ki tarah sir hilaya. "Don't worry Abhay, main tumhara dost hoon. Main kuch nahi bolunga. Par campus mein har jagah bas wahi baat ho rahi hai. Log keh rahe hain ki Principal ne IT cell ko bulaya hai server check karne ke liye."
Trupti ne Abhay ki mutthi kaskar dabayi. "Relax Abhay. Hum saath hain. Tumne files delete kar di hain na? Toh sab theek ho jayega." Usne Abhay ko comfort toh diya, par uske dimaag mein pichli raat ka wo anonymous message abhi bhi goonj raha tha.
Thodi der baad Trupti apni class ki taraf badh gayi. Raste mein har corridor, har bench par students ke jhund bane hue the. Har jagah bas "Vikki," "Jiglo," aur "Lab video" ke alfaaz sunayi de rahe the. Trupti ko aisa lag raha tha jaise sabki nazrein uske jism ko scan kar rahi hain, ye dhoondne ke liye ki kya wo bhi us video ka hissa thi.
Class mein Kriti pehle se baithi thi, wo excited lag rahi thi. Jaise hi Trupti baithi, Kriti uske upar jhuk gayi.
"Tripti! Tune dekha kal raat kya hua? Oh my God! Wo Vikki... us kamine ke saath itna ganda scanadalo!" Kriti ne taali bajate hue kaha. "Pura college pagal ho gaya hai. Mujhe toh yakeen hi nahi ho raha ki us 'macho man' ki aisi halat hui hogi. Par yaar, jisne bhi ye video banayi aur leak ki, usne kamaal kar diya! Vikki ki izzat toh mitti mein mil gayi."


Trupti ne ek jhoothi muskaan di. "Haan Kriti... bohot bura hua. Par ye sab itne bade level par nahi hona chahiye tha."
Kriti ne herani se dekha. "Bura? Tu uske liye bura feel kar rahi hai? Wo harami tujhe kitna pareshan karta tha! Main toh kehti hoon, ye toh bas shuruat hai. Aaj subah se sun rahi hoon ki Vikki college nahi aaya hai. Shayad darr ke maare kahin chhup gaya hai."
Trupti ne khamoshi se apni book kholi. Use pata tha ki Vikki chhupa nahi hai, wo 'ghayal' hai. Aur ek ghayal janwar sabse zyada khatarnak hota hai. Uske dimaag mein Rahul ki kahi baat yaad aayi—ki shayad Abhay ne hi ye sab kiya ho. Wo Abhay ko dekh rahi thi, Rahul se baat kar rahi thi, par use ehsaas nahi tha ki asli shatranj ki chaal toh wahi chali ja rahi hai jahan wo sabse zyada mehfooz mehsoos karti hai.


College campus ki hawa mein aaj ek ajeeb si thandak aur dehshat ghuli hui thi. Kal raat ka wo manzar—Vikki ki wo zillat bhari video—har student ke mobile screen aur dimaag par kisi zeher ki tarah chadh chuka tha. Par asli tufaan tab aaya jab college ke gate par security officer ki neeli-laal batti chamki.
Vikki ke baap, jo us ilake ka ek bada neta (politician) tha, usne ek call par poora prashasan hila diya tha. Aur is investigation ki kamaan unhi do chehron ke haath mein thi jinhe Trupti ne us raat car-checking ke waqt dekha tha.
Inspector Vijay jeep se bahar nikla. Uska 28 saal ka chaukas jism us tight khaki vardi mein kisi shikaari cheetah jaisa lag raha tha. Uski aankhon mein wahi purani 'devilish' chamak thi jo kisi mujrim ko nahi, balki ek khoobsurat shikaar ko dhoondti thi. Uske peeche Hawaldar Ravi Bosle apni bhari tond (pot-belly) liye ladkhadate hue utra, uske chehre par wahi gandi aur tharki muskaan thi jo har jawan ladki ko dekh kar gehra jati thi.
Dono Principal ke cabin ki taraf badh hi rahe the ki achanak Vijay ki nazrein corridor cross karti hui ek ladki par thar gayi.
Trupti aaj library ki taraf ja rahi thi. Usne ek peach rang ki tight sleeveless kurti pehni thi jo uske 38-28-38 ke figure par aise chipki thi jaise uski chamdi ka hissa ho. Uska gehra gala (low-neck) uske ubhaaron ki halki si jhalak dikha raha tha, aur jeans uski chaudi koolhon (wide hips) aur gol gaand ko har kadam ke saath ek naseeli harkat de rahi thin. Uske nange kandhon par bikhre wavy baal aur kalaai mein chamakta silver bracelet use kisi 'apsara' se kam nahi dikha raha tha.
Vijay wahi ruk gaya. Uske dimaag mein us raat ki yaad taaza ho gayi—wo kaali shoulder-less gown wali 'maal'.
"Bosle... dekh... wahi hai," Vijay ne dabe swar mein kaha, uski nazrein Trupti ki cleavage par jam gayin.
Bosle ne apni jeebh hothon par pheri aur ek gandi hansi hasa. "Arre sahab! Ye toh wahi 'black gown' wali hai jo car mein us MLA ke bete aur us chhokre ke saath thi. Yaad hai na, breath-check ke bahane humne iske 'bumb' kitne ghoore the? Aaj toh ye aur bhi kadak lag rahi hai... kurti mein cleavage dekho sahab, aur ye matakti hui gaand... uff, jaise invite kar rahi ho ki aao aur pakdo."
Vijay ke hothon par ek shaitani muskaan aa gayi. "Haan... tab toh sirf ghoora tha, aaj investigation ke bahane thoda aur paas se dekhenge."
Trupti ne jab un do security officerwalon ko dekha, toh uska dil dhak se reh gaya. Usne turant pehchan liya—ye wahi security officerwale the jinhone us raat use gandi nazron se scan kiya tha. Uska shareer darr se thar-tharane laga. Wo tezi se aage badhne lagi, par Vijay ne apni roabdar aawaz mein use rok liya.
"Madam... rukiye zara!"
Trupti wahi jam gayi. Usne dhire se palat kar dekha. Vijay uske paas chalkar aaya, uski nazrein Trupti ke chehre se niche utar kar uske seene aur phir uski jeans ki tight pakad par ruk gayin.
"Principal ka cabin kahan hai? Humein wahan le chaliye... hum Vikki ke case ki investigation ke liye aaye hain," Vijay ne ek dikhauti sakhti se kaha, par uski aankhon mein hawas saaf jhalak rahi thi.
"Ji... main... main dikhati hoon," Trupti ne kaanpte hothon se kaha aur unke aage chalne lagi.


Trupti aage thi aur ye dono darinde uske peeche. Har kadam ke saath Trupti ki gol gaand unki nazron ke samne matak rahi thi. Bosle ne dhire se, par itna tez kaha ki Trupti sun sake, "Sahab... iski gaand dekho, kitni juicy hai. Jeans phatne ko taiyar hai... us raat bhi yahi soch raha tha, aaj toh dil kar raha hai yahin daboch loon."
Vijay halka sa hasa. "Dhairy (patience) rakh Bosle... MLA ke bete ke saath thi tab, abhi bhi kisi ke saath 'gulchharre' uda rahi hai. Aaj isko thoda aur 'investigate' karenge."
Trupti ke kaan laal ho gaye. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki unki nazrein uske jism ko piche se nanga kar rahi hain. Wo sharm aur darr se pani-pani ho rahi thi. Ek taraf wo pichli raat ka 'dark switch' wala raaz, aur ab ye do tharki security officerwale—Trupti ko lag raha tha ki college ab uske liye ek kaidkhana banta ja raha hai.
Jab wo Principal ke cabin ke paas pahunchi, toh usne dekha ki corridor ke ek andhere kone mein Rahul khada hai.
Rahul ne abhi tak Inspector se aankh nahi milayi thi, par uske chehre par ek aisi thandi aur mutmain (satisfied) muskaan thi jo sab kuch bayaan kar rahi thi. Use pata tha ki ye security officerwale kaun hain, aur wo ye bhi jaanta tha ki ye 'complication' uske khel ko aur bhi romanchak banane wali hai. Usne dekha ki kaise uski Maa un security officerwalon ke samne bebasi se apni 'gaand' matka rahi thi, aur usne apne mann mein kaha, "Maa... abhi toh sirf security officerwale dekh rahe hain, jald hi poora college dekhega ki aap kiski malkin hain."
Trupti ne unhe cabin ke andar chhoda.

Principal ke cabin se nikalte hi Trupti ko aisa laga jaise wo nangi khadi ho. Inspector Vijay aur Hawaldar Bosle ne use cabin ke bahar ruka diya tha, aur wo 20 minute Trupti ke liye kisi saza se kam nahi the. Har student jo wahan se guzar raha tha, wo Trupti ki tight peach kurti aur uske ubharte hue bhari boobs (38 size) ko ghoor raha tha, par sabse zyada dehshat use un do security officerwalon se thi jo andar Vikki ke baap ki shikayat par investigation kar rahe the.


Jab cabin ka darwaza khula, Inspector Vijay bahar aaya. Uski nazar sabse pehle Trupti ke gale par gayi, jahan kurti ke deep-cut se uski gori cleavage saaf jhalak rahi thi. Usne ek shaitani muskaan ke saath Trupti ko upar se niche tak scan kiya.


"Madam, ab humein IT department ke server room mein le chaliye," Vijay ne roab se kaha, par uski aankhein Trupti ke seene par hi tiki thin. "Humein backup logs aur upload history check karni hai. Dekhna hai ki kis harami ne wo video system mein daali."


Piche khada Hawaldar Bosle apni tond sahlata hua gandi tarah hansa. "Haan madam... aap hi rasta dikhaiye. Aapki tarah 'fit' guide mile toh investigation mein bhi maza aata hai." Usne Trupti ki chaudi gaand ko dekhte hue apni jeebh hothon par pheri.


Trupti ne bina kuch kahe rasta dikhana shuru kiya. Wo aage chal rahi thi aur dono security officerwale uske thik piche. Trupti ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki uski tight jeans mein phansi uski gol gaand har kadam ke saath kaise matak rahi hai. Wo sharm se mari ja rahi thi, use wahi purani raat yaad aa rahi thi jab inhi dono ne car-checking ke bahane use ghoora tha.



Tabhi, purani computer lab ke paas, usne ek khambe se tikke hue Rahul ko dekha.


Rahul wahan khada phone chala raha tha, par asliyat mein wo shikaari ki tarah Trupti aur un security officerwalon ki har harkat par nazar rakhe hue tha. Trupti ne jaise hi use dekha, use thoda sukoon mila. Wo nahi jaanti thi ki ye wahi 'beta' hai jisne kal raat andhere mein uska muh choda tha aur uska ras nigalwaya tha.


"Rahul..." Trupti ne dhire se pukara.


Rahul ne ek dum 'fikar-mand beta' banne ka natak kiya. "Maa... aap yahan? Ye security officer wale kaun hain?" Usne itni masoomiyat se pucha jaise use kuch pata hi na ho.


Trupti ne dabi aawaz mein bataya, "Vikki wale video ki investigation ke liye aaye hain. Server room ja rahe hain. Main bohot darr rahi hoon Rahul... ye wahi security officerwale hain jo car mein mile the."


Rahul ne Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha, uska angutha dhire se uski sleeveless kurti se bahar nikalte nange kandhe ko chhoo gaya. "Aap fikar mat kijiye Maa. Main yahin aas-paas hoon. Kuch bhi ho toh mujhe call karna, main sab handle kar lunga. Aap bas inko rasta dikhaiye."


Trupti ko Rahul ki baaton se thoda hosla mila. Wo un dono security officerwalon ki taraf palti. Inspector Vijay ki teekhi nazrein Rahul par thin. Use wo ladka kahin dekha hua laga, par abhi uska poora dhyan Trupti ki matakti hui gaand par tha.


"Chaliye madam, time mat bigadiye," Vijay ne kaha.


Jaise hi Trupti aage badhi, Bosle ne Vijay ke kaan mein dhire se kaha, par Trupti ne saaf suna, "Sahab... ladki toh waqayi 'tight' hai. Us raat car mein bhi iski bhari hui chhatiyaan dekh kar mera khada ho gaya tha, aaj toh ye kurti mein aur bhi zyada maal lag rahi hai. Iski choot toh makkhan jaisi hogi."


Vijay ne smirk kiya. "Sahi keh raha hai Bosle. Aaj investigation ke bahane iske saath thoda 'personal' hona padega."


Trupti ka chehra tam-tama gaya. Wo tezi se server room ki taraf badhne lagi, uske kadam dagmaga rahe the. Use darr tha ki ye security officerwale kahin use akele mein na daboch lein. Use nahi pata tha ki uska apna beta, jo use 'bachane' ka waada kar raha hai, wahi asli mastermind hai jisne ye saara khel racha hai taaki Trupti har taraf se ghir jaye aur sirf uske paas panah maange.


Rahul ne unhe jaate hue dekha aur apne hothon par jeebh pheri. "Ab maza aayega. Maa... aaj security officer aapki 'checking' karegi, aur main tamasha dekhunga."

Purane computers ki sarsarahat aur mitti ki mehak ke beech Trupti khadi thi, uska saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha. Inspector Vijay ek purani table se tikka hua tha, uski vardi uske kasratibadan par tanni hui thi, aur uski shaitani nazrein baar-baar Trupti ki peach kurti ke gale se jhankte uske bhari boobs par ja tikti thin.


Hawaldar Bosle toh jaise nanga hi ghoor raha tha. Wo Trupti ke itna paas khada tha ki uski tond (pot belly) lagbhag Trupti ke kandhe ko chhoo rahi thi. Jab bhi Trupti thoda hilti, Bosle uski gol aur tight gaand ko aise dekhta jaise abhi daboch lega.


IT technician ne 10 minute tak screen par ungliyan chalayin aur phir sir jhatak diya.


"Sir, jo video auditorium mein chali thi, wo directly presentation folder se play hui hai. Koi bahar ki USB ya email ka nishaan nahi hai. Server log mein sab internal access dikh raha hai... source trace karna namumkin hai. Backup bhi bilkul saaf hai."


Vijay ne dhire se sir hilaya, par uski nazrein Trupti se nahi hati thin.


"Madam," usne thandi magar roabdar aawaz mein kaha, "aap yahan 2nd year ki student ho. Itna bada kaand ho gaya aur aapne kuch notice nahi kiya? Koi ladka jo laptop liye ghum raha ho? Kuch ajeeb?"


Trupti ne ghabrahat mein sir hila diya, uski ungliyan apne dupatte ko buri tarah marod rahi thin. "Nahi sir... main toh dance practice mein busy thi. Mujhe kuch nahi pata."


Bosle gandi tarah hansa. "Arre madam, aap itni qayamat ho... college ke launde toh aapke peeche pagal honge. Kisi ne toh aapko impress karne ke liye ye 'kand' kiya hoga."


Trupti ka chehra sharm se laal ho gaya. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki ye dono use wahi 'black gown' wali maal samajh rahe hain jo us raat car mein mili thi. Unki nazrein uske jism par kisi keede ki tarah reng rahi thin.


Vijay ek kadam aur paas aaya. "Phir bhi... safety ke liye humein aapka number chahiye. Agar investigation mein koi sawal hua toh aapko call kar sakein. Koi problem toh nahi hai na?"


Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Wo in tharki security officerwalon ko apna number nahi dena chahti thi, par ek officer ko mana karna aag se khelne jaisa tha. Usne kaanpte haathon se apna phone nikala aur number likhwaya.



Vijay ne ek vijeta wali muskaan ke saath number save kiya. "Thank you, madam. Aap bahut cooperative hain. Agar kuch yaad aaye... toh call kijiyega. Zaroor kijiyega."


Bosle ne apni jeebh hothon par pheri. "Haan... aur agar aapko koi pareshani ho... toh hum hain na. Aapko 'protect' karne ke liye."


Trupti wahan se bhagne ke liye tadap rahi thi. Jaise hi wo palti, use mehsoos hua ki un dono ki nazrein piche se uski matakti hui jeans-clad gaand ko nigaal rahi hain.


Darwaze ke paas use phir Rahul dikha. Trupti ki aankhon mein bebasi thi—ek khamosh pukaar. Rahul casually chalkar paas aaya, bilkul ek 'fikar-mand' classmate ki tarah.


"Trupti... sab theek hai? security officer ne pareshan toh nahi kiya?"


Trupti ne piche mudkar dekha ki wo dono andar hi hain, phir dhire se fusfusayi, "Unhone mera number le liya Rahul. Mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai... wo car wali baat unhe yaad hai. Wo mujhe gandi nazron se dekh rahe the."


Rahul ke andar ek shaitani sukoon doud gaya. security officer ka use pehchanna uske liye 'jackpot' tha—ab Trupti aur bhi zyada us par nirbhar (depend) ho jayegi. Usne Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha—wahi kandha jise usne kal raat andhere mein kaskar pakda tha.


"Fikar mat karo. Main hoon na? security officer sirf routine kaam kar rahi hai. Vikki ka video leak hua hai, unka dhyan wahan hai. Tum bas normal raho. Abhay ko abhi kuch mat batana... wo pehle hi darr ke maare pagal ho raha hai."


Trupti ko Rahul ka sparsh (touch) is tufaan mein sahara laga. "Thank you, Rahul. Tum hamesha meri madad karte ho."


Rahul ne ek masoom muskaan di. "Main hamesha hoon na... aapki har zaroorat ke liye."


Trupti apni class ki taraf chali gayi, uski gaand har kadam ke saath matak rahi thi. Rahul wahan khada use dekhta raha, uski aankhon mein hawas aur kamyabi ka nasha tha.

security officer ke paas uska number tha.

Vikki ka baap gusse mein tha.

Abhay files delete kar raha tha.

Aur Trupti... wo dhire-dhire us jaal mein utar rahi thi jise uske apne 'bete' ne buna tha.

Asli khel toh ab shuru hua tha.