18-04-2026, 03:57 PM
Pehle main Hyderabad mein job karta tha. 27-28 saal ki umar thi. Acchi salary, mast dost, aur do girlfriends – Neha aur Kavya.
Neha ek Punjabi ladki thi – fair, 5’4”, curvy figure, hamesha hasne wali. Kavya South Indian thi, Tamilnadu se, lekin uski skin surprisingly gori thi. Height 5’6”, lambe lambe baal, sharp features aur ekdam attractive body. Dono ke saath maza aa raha tha, lekin dil se zyada closeness Neha ke saath thi kyunki woh Hindi fluently bolti thi aur family background bhi match karta tha.
Aakhirkaar maine Kavya ko chhod diya. Do saal baad Neha se shaadi kar li. Ab hum dono Mumbai shift ho gaye. Ek beta bhi ho gaya. Neha ab bhi sundar thi, lekin delivery ke baad uska figure thoda heavy ho gaya tha. Main usse pyaar karta tha, par kabhi-kabhi purani memories aa jaati thi.
Tees saal ki umar mein business ke silsile mein mujhe Hyderabad wapas jaana pada – 5 saal baad pehli baar. City badal gayi thi – zyada modern, zyada crowded, lekin vibe abhi bhi wohi thi. Teesre din shaam ko main akela ek popular rooftop bar mein baitha beer pee raha tha. Around 9:30 baje do ladkiyan andar aayi. Ek ko dekh kar mera dil zor se dhak se reh gaya.
Woh white formal shirt aur tight black pencil skirt mein thi. Lambe heels, straight hair, aur walk itni confident ki pura bar uski taraf dekh raha tha. Jab usne chehra ghumaya, tab shock laga – woh Kavya thi! Meri purani girlfriend, jise maine 5 saal pehle chhod diya tha.
Kavya ne mujhe turant pehchaan liya. Woh muskurate hue mere table tak aayi.
“Abhi bhi beer peene ka shauk hai, Arjun?” usne hans kar poocha.
Main thoda awkward ho gaya, phir hans diya, “Kavya? Wow… tu itni badal gayi hai yaar.”
Hum dono baat karne lage. Uski saheli bhi saath thi. Thodi der baad hum teeno ne purani baatein ki – job, life, shaadi. Kavya ne bataya ki uski shaadi ko ek saal hua hai aur abhi tak koi bachcha nahi hai. Hum drink karte-karte purane jokes pe hasse. Raat ke end mein numbers exchange kiye aur alag ho gaye.
Us raat mujhe neend nahi aayi. Neha acchi hai, lekin Kavya… woh ab aur bhi hot aur confident lag rahi thi. Uska figure ab zyada voluptuous ho gaya tha – bhari choochiyan, patli kamar aur gol, tight gaand.
Agli dopahar maine usko call kiya aur lunch ke liye invite kiya. Woh maan gayi. Hum mere hotel ke restaurant mein mile. Kavya light blue top aur knee-length denim skirt mein thi. Uski body ko dekh kar mera lund khada hone laga.
Lunch ke baad maine kaha, “Room mein chal, thoda relax karte hain.”
Woh thoda hesitate kiya, phir boli, “Chal.”
Jaise hi room ka darwaza band hua, maine usko peeche se pakad liya. Uske hips pe apna lund ragadte hue uske gaal pe kiss kiya. Kavya ne aankhein band kar li aur dheere se moan kiya. Main uske lips pe toot pada – gehra French kiss. Haath uske top ke andar daal kar uski soft skin ko sahlaane laga. Uski choochiyan bahut badi aur tight ho gayi thi. Bra utarte hi main unko muh mein le liya, nipples ko choosne laga.
Kavya ne apni skirt aur panty utari. Uski chut clean shaved thi aur already geeli ho chuki thi. Hum seedha 69 position mein aa gaye – purane time ki tarah. Main uski chut chaat raha tha aur woh mera lund muh mein leke choos rahi thi. Bahut der tak hum ek dusre ko maze diye.
Phir main uske upar chadh gaya. Uski taange faila kar ek hi jhatke mein apna mota lund uski chut mein ghusa diya.
“Oh fuck… Arjun!” woh zor se moan kar gayi.
Main dheere-dheere dhakke maarne laga, phir speed badha di. Uski choochiyan hil rahi thi, main unko pakad ke chod raha tha. Hum dono ek saath jhad gaye. Main uske andar hi saara maal chhod diya.
Shower ke time hum phir se garam ho gaye. Main usko shower mein hi wall ke saath tika kar peeche se chodne laga. Pehle chut mein, phir usne khud bola, “Ass mein daal do…”
Main uski tight gaand mein lund daala aur zor-zor se thokne laga. Kavya zor-zor se cheekh rahi thi aur maze le rahi thi. Main uski gaand ke andar hi jhad gaya.
Agli do din hum roz mile. Ek din woh light pink saree mein aayi thi – navel dikhta tha, gaand aur boobs ka shape bilkul clear tha. Us din humne jaldi-jaldi doggy style mein sex kiya kyunki uske pati ko ghar aane wala tha.
Jaise-jaise din guzar rahe the, hum dono emotionally bhi close ho rahe the. Par last din usne mujhe bataya ki uska husband Australia mein job accept kar chuka hai aur woh dono wahan shift hone wale hain – sirf 10 din baad.
Main shocked reh gaya.
Usne muskurate hue kaha, “Arjun, jo closure mujhe chahiye tha, woh mil gaya. Maine hamesha socha tha ki tu mujhe chhod diya kyunki main ‘family type’ nahi thi. Ab mujhe pata chal gaya – tu bas dar gaya tha. Lekin main ab khush hoon.”
Main kuch bol nahi paaya.
Usne aakhri baar mujhe kiss kiya aur boli, “Take care. Aur haan… jo maal tune mujhe diya hai na… agar main pregnant hui toh bataungi.”
Yeh sun kar mera dil zor se dhak se reh gaya.
Do saal beet gaye. Kavya Australia se kabhi-kabhi message karti hai. Photo bhejti hai – ab uska ek beta hai. Usne kabhi clearly nahi bataya ki bachcha mera hai ya uske pati ka, lekin har photo mein woh muskurati hui ladki mujhe us raat ki yaad dila deti hai jab main uske andar jhad raha tha.
Kabhi-kabhi sochta hoon – zindagi mein kuch cheezein chhod kar bhi pura nahi chhoot ti.
Kavya ab bhi meri purani yaad hai… aur shayad kabhi na kabhi phir milenge bhi.
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Neha ek Punjabi ladki thi – fair, 5’4”, curvy figure, hamesha hasne wali. Kavya South Indian thi, Tamilnadu se, lekin uski skin surprisingly gori thi. Height 5’6”, lambe lambe baal, sharp features aur ekdam attractive body. Dono ke saath maza aa raha tha, lekin dil se zyada closeness Neha ke saath thi kyunki woh Hindi fluently bolti thi aur family background bhi match karta tha.
Aakhirkaar maine Kavya ko chhod diya. Do saal baad Neha se shaadi kar li. Ab hum dono Mumbai shift ho gaye. Ek beta bhi ho gaya. Neha ab bhi sundar thi, lekin delivery ke baad uska figure thoda heavy ho gaya tha. Main usse pyaar karta tha, par kabhi-kabhi purani memories aa jaati thi.
Tees saal ki umar mein business ke silsile mein mujhe Hyderabad wapas jaana pada – 5 saal baad pehli baar. City badal gayi thi – zyada modern, zyada crowded, lekin vibe abhi bhi wohi thi. Teesre din shaam ko main akela ek popular rooftop bar mein baitha beer pee raha tha. Around 9:30 baje do ladkiyan andar aayi. Ek ko dekh kar mera dil zor se dhak se reh gaya.
Woh white formal shirt aur tight black pencil skirt mein thi. Lambe heels, straight hair, aur walk itni confident ki pura bar uski taraf dekh raha tha. Jab usne chehra ghumaya, tab shock laga – woh Kavya thi! Meri purani girlfriend, jise maine 5 saal pehle chhod diya tha.
Kavya ne mujhe turant pehchaan liya. Woh muskurate hue mere table tak aayi.
“Abhi bhi beer peene ka shauk hai, Arjun?” usne hans kar poocha.
Main thoda awkward ho gaya, phir hans diya, “Kavya? Wow… tu itni badal gayi hai yaar.”
Hum dono baat karne lage. Uski saheli bhi saath thi. Thodi der baad hum teeno ne purani baatein ki – job, life, shaadi. Kavya ne bataya ki uski shaadi ko ek saal hua hai aur abhi tak koi bachcha nahi hai. Hum drink karte-karte purane jokes pe hasse. Raat ke end mein numbers exchange kiye aur alag ho gaye.
Us raat mujhe neend nahi aayi. Neha acchi hai, lekin Kavya… woh ab aur bhi hot aur confident lag rahi thi. Uska figure ab zyada voluptuous ho gaya tha – bhari choochiyan, patli kamar aur gol, tight gaand.
Agli dopahar maine usko call kiya aur lunch ke liye invite kiya. Woh maan gayi. Hum mere hotel ke restaurant mein mile. Kavya light blue top aur knee-length denim skirt mein thi. Uski body ko dekh kar mera lund khada hone laga.
Lunch ke baad maine kaha, “Room mein chal, thoda relax karte hain.”
Woh thoda hesitate kiya, phir boli, “Chal.”
Jaise hi room ka darwaza band hua, maine usko peeche se pakad liya. Uske hips pe apna lund ragadte hue uske gaal pe kiss kiya. Kavya ne aankhein band kar li aur dheere se moan kiya. Main uske lips pe toot pada – gehra French kiss. Haath uske top ke andar daal kar uski soft skin ko sahlaane laga. Uski choochiyan bahut badi aur tight ho gayi thi. Bra utarte hi main unko muh mein le liya, nipples ko choosne laga.
Kavya ne apni skirt aur panty utari. Uski chut clean shaved thi aur already geeli ho chuki thi. Hum seedha 69 position mein aa gaye – purane time ki tarah. Main uski chut chaat raha tha aur woh mera lund muh mein leke choos rahi thi. Bahut der tak hum ek dusre ko maze diye.
Phir main uske upar chadh gaya. Uski taange faila kar ek hi jhatke mein apna mota lund uski chut mein ghusa diya.
“Oh fuck… Arjun!” woh zor se moan kar gayi.
Main dheere-dheere dhakke maarne laga, phir speed badha di. Uski choochiyan hil rahi thi, main unko pakad ke chod raha tha. Hum dono ek saath jhad gaye. Main uske andar hi saara maal chhod diya.
Shower ke time hum phir se garam ho gaye. Main usko shower mein hi wall ke saath tika kar peeche se chodne laga. Pehle chut mein, phir usne khud bola, “Ass mein daal do…”
Main uski tight gaand mein lund daala aur zor-zor se thokne laga. Kavya zor-zor se cheekh rahi thi aur maze le rahi thi. Main uski gaand ke andar hi jhad gaya.
Agli do din hum roz mile. Ek din woh light pink saree mein aayi thi – navel dikhta tha, gaand aur boobs ka shape bilkul clear tha. Us din humne jaldi-jaldi doggy style mein sex kiya kyunki uske pati ko ghar aane wala tha.
Jaise-jaise din guzar rahe the, hum dono emotionally bhi close ho rahe the. Par last din usne mujhe bataya ki uska husband Australia mein job accept kar chuka hai aur woh dono wahan shift hone wale hain – sirf 10 din baad.
Main shocked reh gaya.
Usne muskurate hue kaha, “Arjun, jo closure mujhe chahiye tha, woh mil gaya. Maine hamesha socha tha ki tu mujhe chhod diya kyunki main ‘family type’ nahi thi. Ab mujhe pata chal gaya – tu bas dar gaya tha. Lekin main ab khush hoon.”
Main kuch bol nahi paaya.
Usne aakhri baar mujhe kiss kiya aur boli, “Take care. Aur haan… jo maal tune mujhe diya hai na… agar main pregnant hui toh bataungi.”
Yeh sun kar mera dil zor se dhak se reh gaya.
Do saal beet gaye. Kavya Australia se kabhi-kabhi message karti hai. Photo bhejti hai – ab uska ek beta hai. Usne kabhi clearly nahi bataya ki bachcha mera hai ya uske pati ka, lekin har photo mein woh muskurati hui ladki mujhe us raat ki yaad dila deti hai jab main uske andar jhad raha tha.
Kabhi-kabhi sochta hoon – zindagi mein kuch cheezein chhod kar bhi pura nahi chhoot ti.
Kavya ab bhi meri purani yaad hai… aur shayad kabhi na kabhi phir milenge bhi.
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