[Joker44]

Hi all, yahan hai "Maa Bani Classmate" ka brand new updated chapter! Aap sabhi ki favorite story ka yeh **2nd Part** hai. Aap log story ka background ache se jaante hain, aur agar kisi ne pehla part nahi padha hai toh link par jaakar pehle Part 1 zaroor padhein.

[/url][url=https://xossipy.com/thread-71318.html]Maa Bani Classmate Part 1 (Completed )


Main ek baat pehle hi bilkul clear kar doon—iss kahani ka jo initial phase aur starting chapters the, woh ek dusre author ne likhe the par unhone story abandon kar di thi. Toh starting base aur characters ke original names ka credit unhi author ko jaata hai. Baad mein maine iss story ko take over kiya. Night party waale chapter ke baad—jahan Trupti black dress mein hoti hai aur kuch ladke use tease karte hain—wahan se aage ki poori kahani, twist, aur imagination meri apni hai. So, original author ko pura respect unke iss amazing idea ke liye!
First part ki grand success ke baad, jahan Trupti ke 2nd year college ki exciting journey khatam hui thi—jahan aakhir mein uske bete Rahul ne use fully claim kiya aur saath hi woh Abhay ki fiancée bhi bani—ab hum aage badh rahe hain! Vacation khatam ho raha hai aur **3rd Year** ki nayi journey shuru hone ja rahi hai.
**One Important Note for Readers:**
Main yeh pehle hi clear kar raha hoon—koyi mujhe suggest mat karna ki story ko sirf incest rakho, ya Trupti ko pregnant kar do, ya sirf cuckold banao. Mujhe in baaton se koi farak nahi padta kyunki maine poori story ka plan pehle se hi draft kar rakha hai. Yeh story mere plan ke hisaab se hi chalegi. Trupti ke life mein aur bhi partners aayenge, toh agar aap chahte ho ki Trupti sirf kisi ek character ke saath rahe, toh yeh story aapke liye nahi hai. Koyi arguments ya suggestions mat dena, main story waise hi likhunga jaise maine decide kiya hai. Total **5 Phases** hain, jisme se Part 2 ka Phase 1 poora ho chuka hai aur main Phase 2 par kaam kar raha hoon. Toh aapka koi bhi suggestion mere plot flow ko change nahi karega. Thanks for reading and supporting!
**KEY CHARACTERS INTRODUCTION**
 * **Trupti Khanna**
   * **Description:** College ki Vice President, Sanjeev ki wife, Abhay ki fiancée... aur Rahul ki maa. Trupti ek behad khoobsurat, glowing Indian tone aur mature curves waali woman hai (38-inch bustline ke saath). Uska innocent aur studious face kisi ko bhi attract kar sakta hai. Andar se woh Abhay ke soft love aur Rahul ke dark control ke beech phasi hui hai.









* **Rahul Khanna**

   * **Description:** Trupti ka soga beta. Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular physique aur sharp jawline waala ek dominant young guy. Woh behad intelligent, cold-minded, aur possessive hai. Uske andar aisi dark aur sharp personality hai ki woh Trupti par apna poora haq jatata hai aur use apne control mein rakhta hai.





* **Abhay**

   * **Description:** College ka Student President aur Trupti ka fiancé. Good-looking, warm, aur ek gentleman physique waala banda. Woh Trupti se sachha, pure aur unconditional pyar karta hai. Uska nature behad caring aur protective hai, lekin woh Trupti ke dark secrets se bilkul anjaan hai.







**Sanjeev Khanna**

   * **Description:** Trupti ke husband aur Rahul ke pita. Ek wealthy, senior corporate businessman jo hamesha apne international business trips aur meetings mein busy rehte hain. Unka dhyaan hamesha kaam par hota hai, jis wajah se ghar aur Trupti ki life mein unka presence behad formal aur limited hai.





* **Vikki**

   * **Description:** Rahul ka purana college rival. Broad-built, aggressive body structure aur dominant bad-boy attitude waala guy. Uski personality mein ek raw tension hai aur uska past Trupti aur Rahul dono ke saath juda hua hai.






**Chloe**

   * **Description:** USA co-ed dorm ki student. Ek bold, blonde, petite yet super-curvy white girl. Chloe ek free-spirited, wild aur hippy-type lifestyle jeeti hai. Uska open, care-free attitude aur sex ko lekar bold mindset kisi ko bhi aasani se apni taraf pull kar sakta hai.





Liam

   * **Description:** USA university ka ek handsome, athletic aur charming student. Soft-spoken aura aur sharp features waala ladka jo academics mein Rahul ke saath compete karta hai. 





Jessica (Sanjeev’s Secretary)**

   * **Description:** Sanjeev ki sharp, professional , Married 35, aur extremely attractive corporate secretary. Seductive body figures aur smart intellect waali woman jo business handling mein maahir hai aur corporate matters mein Rahul ke saath connected hai.

[Joker44]

Hi all, yahan hai "Maa Bani Classmate" ka brand new updated chapter! Aap sabhi ki favorite story ka yeh **2nd Part** hai. Aap log story ka background ache se jaante hain, aur agar kisi ne pehla part nahi padha hai toh link par jaakar pehle Part 1 zaroor padhein.

Maa Bani Classmate Part 1 ( Completed )


Main ek baat pehle hi bilkul clear kar doon—iss kahani ka jo initial phase aur starting chapters the, woh ek dusre author ne likhe the par unhone story abandon kar di thi. Toh starting base aur characters ke original names ka credit unhi author ko jaata hai. Baad mein maine iss story ko take over kiya. Night party waale chapter ke baad—jahan Trupti black dress mein hoti hai aur kuch ladke use tease karte hain—wahan se aage ki poori kahani, twist, aur imagination meri apni hai. So, original author ko pura respect unke iss amazing idea ke liye!
First part ki grand success ke baad, jahan Trupti ke 2nd year college ki exciting journey khatam hui thi—jahan aakhir mein uske bete Rahul ne use fully claim kiya aur saath hi woh Abhay ki fiancée bhi bani—ab hum aage badh rahe hain! Vacation khatam ho raha hai aur **3rd Year** ki nayi journey shuru hone ja rahi hai.

**One Important Note for Readers:**
Main yeh pehle hi clear kar raha hoon—koyi mujhe suggest mat karna ki story ko sirf incest rakho, ya Trupti ko pregnant kar do, ya sirf cuckold banao. Mujhe in baaton se koi farak nahi padta kyunki maine poori story ka plan pehle se hi draft kar rakha hai. Yeh story mere plan ke hisaab se hi chalegi. Trupti ke life mein aur bhi partners aayenge, toh agar aap chahte ho ki Trupti sirf kisi ek character ke saath rahe, toh yeh story aapke liye nahi hai. Koyi arguments ya suggestions mat dena, main story waise hi likhunga jaise maine decide kiya hai. Total **5 Phases** hain, jisme se Part 2 ka Phase 1 poora ho chuka hai aur main Phase 2 par kaam kar raha hoon. Toh aapka koi bhi suggestion mere plot flow ko change nahi karega. Thanks for reading and supporting!


**KEY CHARACTERS INTRODUCTION**
 * **Trupti Khanna**
   * **Description:** College ki Vice President, Sanjeev ki wife, Abhay ki fiancée... aur Rahul ki maa. Trupti ek behad khoobsurat, glowing Indian tone aur mature curves waali woman hai (38-inch bustline ke saath). Uska innocent aur studious face kisi ko bhi attract kar sakta hai. Andar se woh Abhay ke soft love aur Rahul ke dark control ke beech phasi hui hai.









* **Rahul Khanna**

   * **Description:** Trupti ka soga beta. Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular physique aur sharp jawline waala ek dominant young guy. Woh behad intelligent, cold-minded, aur possessive hai. Uske andar aisi dark aur sharp personality hai ki woh Trupti par apna poora haq jatata hai aur use apne control mein rakhta hai.





* **Abhay**

   * **Description:** College ka Student President aur Trupti ka fiancé. Good-looking, warm, aur ek gentleman physique waala banda. Woh Trupti se sachha, pure aur unconditional pyar karta hai. Uska nature behad caring aur protective hai, lekin woh Trupti ke dark secrets se bilkul anjaan hai.







**Sanjeev Khanna**

   * **Description:** Trupti ke husband aur Rahul ke pita. Ek wealthy, senior corporate businessman jo hamesha apne international business trips aur meetings mein busy rehte hain. Unka dhyaan hamesha kaam par hota hai, jis wajah se ghar aur Trupti ki life mein unka presence behad formal aur limited hai.





* **Vikki**

   * **Description:** Rahul ka purana college rival. Broad-built, aggressive body structure aur dominant bad-boy attitude waala guy. Uski personality mein ek raw tension hai aur uska past Trupti aur Rahul dono ke saath juda hua hai.






**Chloe**

   * **Description:** USA co-ed dorm ki student. Ek bold, blonde, petite yet super-curvy white girl. Chloe ek free-spirited, wild aur hippy-type lifestyle jeeti hai. Uska open, care-free attitude aur sex ko lekar bold mindset kisi ko bhi aasani se apni taraf pull kar sakta hai.





Liam

   * **Description:** USA university ka ek handsome, athletic aur charming student. Soft-spoken aura aur sharp features waala ladka jo academics mein Rahul ke saath compete karta hai. 





Jessica (Sanjeev’s Secretary)**

   * **Description:** Sanjeev ki sharp, professional , Married 35, aur extremely attractive corporate secretary. Seductive body figures aur smart intellect waali woman jo business handling mein maahir hai aur corporate matters mein Rahul ke saath connected hai.

[Joker44]

Khanna Mansion ki faza mein ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan tha. Shehar ki shor-sharabe se door, is aalishaan haveli ke har kone mein ek khamoshi chhai hui thi—ek aisi khamoshi jo sukoon ki nahi, balki kisi aane wale tufaan se pehle ki shanti jaisi lagti thi.

Trupti apne master bedroom ke dressing table ke samne baithi hui thi. Aaine mein dikhti apni hi parchhai ko dekhte hue usne ek gehri saans li. Usne aage se aage tak ghere hue silk saree ke pallu ko sahi kiya. Chehre par wahi hamesha wala masoom, sanskari aur shaant bhaav tha—woh bhaav jo unhone pichle kayi saalon se Khanna khaandaan ki badi bahu aur ek “pativrata” patni ke roop mein pehan rakha tha.
Lekin us masoom chehre ke peeche, uski dhadkane teez thi.
Aaj raat sab kuch alag tha. 2nd year ke exams khatam ho chuke the, aur ab summer vacation shuru ho chuki thi. Sanjeev, unka pati, pure do hafte baad business trip se wapas lauta tha. Aur unka apna saga beta—Rahul—bhi unke saath hi is ghar mein wapas aaya tha.
Sanjeev, Rahul ka apna saga baap tha. Lekin pichle kuch mahino mein, is ghar ke band darwazon ke peeche jo kuch hua tha… usne maa, baap aur bete ke rishte ki saari sarhadein mita di thi. Trupti ko achhi tarah yaad tha wo pal jab Rahul ne pehli baar uski aankhon mein aankhein daal kar use ek maa ki nazar se nahi, balki ek mard ki nazar se dekha tha. Wo uska apna saga khoon tha, uski kokh se janam liya beta… lekin ab wo uska maalik ban chuka tha.
*Knock! Knock!*
Darwaze par hui halki si dastak ne Trupti ko uske vicharon se bahar kheench liya. Uski saans ek pal ke liye atak gayi. Uski nazrein aaine mein darwaze ki taraf ghum gayi.
“Trupti? Khana taiyar hai na? Main aur Rahul dining table par wait kar rahe hain,” Sanjeev ki aawaz aayi. Sapaat, gambhir aur authoritative—jaise ek khaandaan ke mukhya ki hoti hai.
“Ji… bas do minute mein aati hoon,” Trupti ne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake normal rakhne ki koshish karte hue kaha.
Dining table par dinner ka mahaul kaafi rasmi tha. Sanjeev table ke head par baitha tha, business files par nazar daalte hue soup ke ghoont le raha tha. Uske theek saamne Rahul baitha tha.
Rahul—21 saal ka ek shandaar, lamba aur chodh-chaak jism wala ladka. Uske chehre par Sanjeev ki tarah hi ek teekha stubbornness tha, lekin uski aankhon mein ek aisi chalaaki aur aag thi jo Sanjeev nahi dekh sakta tha.
Trupti ne chupchap plates lagaana shuru kiya. Jab wo Rahul ki plate mein chawal parosne ke liye aage jhuki, uske saree ka pallu halka sa sarak gaya. Blouse ke neeche uski kamar ka nanga hissa thodi der ke liye dikh gaya.
Usi waqt, Sanjeev ne apni file se nazar hatayi bina kaha, “Rahul, San Francisco wale business unit ki reports aa gayi hain. Agle mahine jab hum USA shift honge, toh tumhe seedha board members ke saamne presentation deni hogi. I hope tum taiyar ho.”
“Main bilkul taiyar hoon, Dad,” Rahul ne jawab diya. Uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa confidence tha.
Lekin jaise hi Trupti uske paas se guzarne lagi, Rahul ne bilkul casually aur bina kisi darr ke apna haath neeche kiya aur Trupti ki kamar par halki si chutki kaat li. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke nange jism ki chaal ko chhu gayi—garam, naram, aur uske liye reserved.
Trupti ka poora jism ek pal ke liye kaamp utha. Uske haath mein pakdi hui bowl halki si hili, par usne khud par control banaye rakha. Uski nazrein neeche hui, aur usne dekha ki Rahul uski taraf dekh kar ek halki, shaitani muskaan de raha tha. Sanjeev bilkul bagal mein baitha tha, apni hi baaton mein kho ya tha, aur uska apna beta uske saamne uski patni—jo ki Rahul ki real maa thi—ko is tarah tease kar raha tha.
“Trupti, tum achanak ruk kyun gayi? Servants ko bol do dessert lagane ke liye,” Sanjeev ne khana khatam karte hue kaha.
“Ji… ji, main abhi bolti hoon,” Trupti ne haklate hue kaha aur jaldi se kitchen ki taraf badh gayi. Kitchen ke andhere kone mein khade ho kar usne apni chhati par haath rakha. Uski saans teez chal rahi thi. Darr, sharm, aur ek ajeeb si tharak unke andar ek saath ubal rahi thi.
Raat ke 11:30 baj chuke the. Khanna Mansion mein sannata chha chuka tha.




Master bedroom mein Sanjeev bed par leta hua tha. Uska din kaafi thakaau raha tha, aur business meetings ki thakavat ke karan woh gehri neend mein so gaya tha. Uski bhari, niyamit saansein poore kamre ke andhere mein goonj rahi thi.
Trupti bed ke doosre kone par baithi hui thi. Woh abhi bhi wahi bhari silk saree pehne hui thi. Woh sone ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin uska dimaag use sone nahi de raha tha. Use pata tha ki aaj raat kya hone wala hai. Rahul ne use dinner table par hi ishara kar diya tha—us chutki mein, us shaitani muskaan mein.
Achanak, master bedroom ke darwaze ka latch bilkul silent tarike se ghuma.
*Clack.*
Trupti ke kaan khade ho gaye. Usne aane wale kadamon ki aahat pehchanni. Andhere kamre mein, darwaza dheere se khula aur ek lambi, chaudaai bhari parchhai andar dakhil hui. Rahul.
Rahul ne poore haq aur aaram se andar kadam rakha. Usne pehle bed par soye hue apne baap, Sanjeev, ko dekha. Sanjeev ki gehri saanson se saaf tha ki woh behosh jaisi neend mein hai. Phir Rahul ki shikaari nazrein Trupti par tik gayi.
Rahul dheere-dheere bed ki taraf badha. Har kadam carpet par bilkul silent tha. Trupti ka dil itni teez dhadak raha tha ki use laga Sanjeev abhi jaag jayega. Usne apni saans rok li.
Rahul Trupti ke kone waale side par aakar khada ho gaya. Usne jhuk kar Trupti ke kaan ke paas apna chehra laya. Uski garam saansein Trupti ki nangi gardan par padne lagi.
“Mujhe pata hai tum jaag rahi ho, Mom…” Rahul ne ekdum halki, whispering aawaz mein kaha. Word ‘Mom’ par uska emphasis ek ajeeb sa taboo nasha paida kar raha tha.
Trupti ne aankhein khol di. Darr aur tadap se bhari uski aankhein Rahul ki aag jaisi aankhon se mili. “Rahul… nahi… Sanjeev bagal mein so rahe hain… Pagalpan mat karo… apne kamre mein jao,” usne phusphusate hue, minnat karte hue kaha.
Lekin Rahul ne uski ek na suni. Usne Trupti ka kalai pakda aur use bina koi aawaz kiye, ek hi jhatke se bed se neeche utar liya. Trupti ne apni aawaz dabane ke liye turant apne doosre haath se apna muh dhoondh kar band kar liya.
Rahul use floor par soft, bhare hue carpet par kheench laya—woh jagah bed se mahaz do feet door thi, jahan uska pati so raha tha.
“Rahul… please… wo jaag jayenge… tum mere bete ho… thoda toh darr rakho…” Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin un aansuon mein sharm se zyada ek mukammal surrender tha.
“Darr? Kisse, Mom? Apne baap se? Woh so rahe hain… aur waise bhi, jo mera haq hai, woh main le kar rahunga. Chahe mera baap bagal mein so raha ho ya saamne khada ho,” Rahul ne behad thandi aur possessive aawaz mein kaha.
Rahul ne bina koi waqt ganwaye Trupti ke pallu ko pakda aur use dheere-dheere uske jism se alag karne laga. Heavy silk saree ka kapda Trupti ke saree ke saare gheron se phisalta hua neeche floor par gir gaya. Rahul ne petticoat ki naadi ko ek jhatke mein khola aur use saree ke saath hi neeche khinch diya. Trupti ab carpet par sirf apne red lace blouse aur petticoat ke bina, ek patli si panty mein thi. Uski gori, bhari hui thandhi jaanghein aur patli kamar andhere mein chamak rahi thi.
Rahul ne use bed se thoda aur aage carpet par litaya. Usne Trupti ke blouse ke hooks ek-ek karke bina koi aawaz kiye khol diye. Heavy blouse jaise hi dono taraf phaila, Trupti ki bhari, 38-inch ki chhatiyan bra ke bina poori tarah aazaad ho gayi. Dark pink nipples room ki halki roshni mein ubhar aaye the.
Rahul ne ek lamhe ke liye ruk kar apni maa ke is vishal aur sanskari jism ko dekha—ek aisa jism jo uski kokh ka zariya tha, par ab uski hawas ka maidaan.
Usne jhuk kar Trupti ke hothon par apna muh rakh diya. Ek behad gehra, garam aur suffocating smooch. Trupti ne shuru mein apna muh band rakhne ki koshish ki, lekin Rahul ne uski thodi ko daba kar uske hoth khol diye. Dono ki jeebh ek doosre se ulajh gayi. Trupti ki dabi hui saans aur wet kissing ki halki si 'slurp' aawaz carpet ke upar hi dabi reh gayi. Rahul ne apna haath Trupti ke muh par tight rakha taaki koi bhi siskari baahar na nikal sake.




Usi wet kiss ke beech, Rahul ne apna doosra haath Trupti ke left boob par pakda. Usne us bhare hue naram mams-pind ko poori takat se daba diya. Uski ungliyan naram jism mein dhas gayi. Phir usne apna muh Trupti ke hothon se hata kar uske right boob ke nipple par laga diya.
Usne nipple ko muh mein bhar kar zor-zor se suck karna shuru kiya. Trupti ka sar peche ki taraf mud gaya. Uske gale se ek bhari, dabi hui cheekh nikalne hi wali thi ki usne Rahul ke shoulder ko zor se pakad kar apne daant apne hi nichle hoth par gadh diye. Rahul uski chhati ko behad berahmi se suck kar raha tha, jaise koi chhota bachha dhoodh peene ke liye tadap raha ho, lekin yeh ek mard ka apni aurat par kabza tha. Nipple uske daanton ke beech aakar dab raha tha, jisse Trupti ko dard aur maza ka ek aisa current laga jisse uski kamar khud-b-khud upar uthne lagi.
Rahul ne unke panty ko jaanghon se neeche sarqa diya. Trupti ab carpet par poori tarah nangi thi—sirf khula hua blouse uske kandhon se latak raha tha.



Rahul ne apne shorts aur underwear ko ek saath utaar kar phenk diya. Uska 8-inch ka mota, tana hua lund andhere mein Trupti ki jaanghon ke beech thokar maarne laga.
Sanjeev ne bed par ek halki si karwat li.
*Rustle.*
Trupti ki aankhein phat gayi. Uskar poora jism freeze ho gaya. Rahul bhi ek second ke liye ruka, uski nazrein bed par soye apne baap par tiki hui thi. Sanjeev ne ek gehri saans li aur phir se shanti se so gaya. Rahul ke chehre par ek shaitani muskaan aayi. Danger ke is mahaul ne uske lund ko aur zyada patthar jaisa kathin bana diya tha.
Usne Trupti ki jaanghon ko chauda kiya. Apne haath se Trupti ke muh ko poori tarah dabocha, uski ungliyan Trupti ke gaalon ko tight pakde hue thi. Doosre haath se usne apne lund ki supar-cap ko Trupti ki geeli, garam aur tadapti hui choot ke munh par set kiya.
Usne apni kamar ko peeche kiya aur ek behad gehra, silent, par brutal dhakka maara.
*Phat!*
Trupti ki aankhein poori khul gayi, aasu unki kankhiyon se beh kar carpet mein absorb hone lage. Rahul ka mota, lamba lund uski choot ki deewaron ko cheerta hua ek hi baar mein poora cervix tak andar ghus gaya. Trupti ne Rahul ke haath ke neeche se ek behad dabi hui, phat-ti hui aah nikaali—"Mmmffff!"
Uska jism dhanush ki tarah bent ho gaya. Sanjeev sirf do feet door bed par tha, aur yahan carpet par uska saga beta uski patni ke andar poora sama chuka tha.
Rahul ne jaldbaazi nahi ki. Usne rhythm ko ekdum controlled aur silent rakha. Usne slow, deep strokes marna shuru kiye. Uska lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir poori takat se andar jaata. Har baar jab lund andar jaata, Trupti ki choot se ek halki, geeli 'squelch' ki aawaz aati, jise Rahul apne jism ki ragad aur Trupti ke muh par pakde haath se daba deta.
"Dekho Mom..." Rahul ne uske kaan mein jhuk kar behad halki phusphusahat mein kaha, uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa junoon tha. "Mera baap bed par so raha hai... use pata bhi nahi ki uski sanskari patni ki choot mera lund kitni aasaani se jhel rahi hai. Tumhari choot sirf mere lund ke liye bani hai, Mom... sirf mere."
Trupti ne ronte hue apna sar na mein hilane ki koshish ki, lekin uski choot ke muscles khud-b-khud Rahul ke lund ko andar kheench rahe the. Uski ungliyan Rahul ke shoulder ki muscles ko pakde hue thi, jahan uske naakhun dhas rahe the.
Rahul ne speed badhana shuru kiya. Strokes ab zyaada fast aur aggressive hote gaye. Har dhakke ke saath Trupti ki bhari chhatiyan hawa mein uchal rahi thi. Rahul ne ek haath se uski left boob ko zor se dabaye rakha aur doosre haath se uski kamar ko pakad kar apne lund par forcibly patakne laga.
Silent chudai ka yeh nasha dono ke sar par chadkar bol raha tha. Sanjeev ki saans ki aawaz aur flooring par unke jism ki Silent friction ki aawaz room ke andhere ko corruption se bhar rahi thi. Trupti ka poora jism kaampne laga. Uske andar ek zabardast climax ka tufaan uth raha tha. Uski choot ke andar ke muscles Rahul ke lund ko tight pakadne lage.
Rahul ko feel hua ki Trupti release hone wali hai. Usne apne dhakkon ko aur gehra aur fast kar diya. Usne Trupti ke kaan ke paas apna muh laya, "Aawaz mat nikalna Mom... climax karo, lekin silent..."
Trupti ne apna poora zor laga kar apne muh ki aawaz ko roke rakha. Uski choot ne Rahul ke lund par paani chhod diya—ek gehra, garam climax jisse uska poora jism thar-thar kaamp utha. Uski aankhein roll ho gayi.
Trupti ke squeeze hote hi Rahul ka apna sabr bhi toot gaya. Usne teen behad gehre, akhri dhakke maare—lund ko poora Trupti ke andar deeply lock kar diya. Rahul ki jaanghein Trupti ki hips se takrayi aur usne apna garam, mota aur gaadha cum Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre kone mein shoot karna shuru kar diya.
*Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...*
Rahul ki saans teez ho gayi thi. Usne Trupti ke hothon par ek aur lamba, wet kiss kiya, unke aasuon ko apne haath se pocha. Trupti carpet par adhmarhi haalat mein leti hui thi, uski choot ke andar Rahul ka garam paani bhar chuka tha aur thoda sa bahar nikal kar uski jaanghon par beh raha tha.
Rahul dheere se bahar nikla. Usne Trupti ki choot se nikalte apne paani ko dekha aur ek victorious smile di. Usne carpet par gire apne kapde uthaye, unhe pehna.
Jhuk kar usne Trupti ke kaan mein phusphusaya, "Saree aur blouse pehan lo Mom... aur paani saaf kar lena. Kal subah kitchen mein tumse milunga. Dad ke uthne se pehle."
Rahul ne bilkul silent tarike se master bedroom ka darwaza khola aur bahar nikal gaya.
Trupti carpet par waise hi nangi leti rahi. Uski saansein abhi bhi teez chal rahi thi, chhati upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Bed par Sanjeev abhi bhi behosh jaisi neend mein so raha tha, use iss baat ka ratti bhar bhi andaaza nahi tha ki abhi unhi ke room mein carpet par uske bete ne uski patni ko poori tarah se apna bana liya tha.
Trupti ne dheere se uth kar apne bikhre hue kapde samete. Darr, sharm, paap ka ehsaas... aur ek behad gehri, taboo satisfaction uske jism ke har kone mein daud rahi thi.
Khanna Mansion ke master bedroom mein yeh pehli raat ka khel khatam ho chuka tha. Lekin yeh toh bas aane wale tufaan ki ek chhoti si jhalak thi.

Subah ke 6:40 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke master bedroom ke door se latak rahe reshmi parde ke peeche se subah ki halki gulabi roshni andar aa rahi thi. Sanjeev abhi bhi bed par peeth ke bal leta hua, behosh jaisi gehri neend mein so raha tha. Uski bhari, niyamit saansein poore kamre ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi. Business trip ki thakan uske chehre par abhi bhi saaf dikh rahi thi.
Trupti bed ke kone par leti hui thi, lekin uski kaali, badi aankhein khuli hui thi. Uski nazar ceiling par bane POP design par tiki thi. Raat ka har ek bhayanak aur nashila pal uske dimaag mein dobara chal raha tha—carpet par uska nanga jism, uske apne hi bete Rahul ke ruthless aur gehre dhakke, uska garam, gaadha paani jo abhi bhi Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre kone mein basa hua tha... aur unhi ke mahaz do feet door behosh soya hua uska pati.
Trupti ne saree ke neeche se dheere se apna haath apni jaanghon ke beech bheja. Usne apni ungliyon se apni choot ki patti ko chhua—choot abhi bhi behad geeli, suji hui aur Rahul ke raat waale cum se sticky thi. Uske jism mein ek jhunjhuni daud gayi. Uske gaal sharm se laal ho gaye, lekin uski naabhi ke neeche ek ajeeb sa, behaya tharak ka current daud pada.
Woh behad silent tarike se bed se uthi aur bathroom mein gayi. Aaine ke samne khade hokar usne apni gori gardan aur chhati ko dekha. Gardan ke left side par do-teen gehre, baingani rang ke bite marks the—Rahul ke daanton ke nishaan. Blouse ke neeche unhe chhupana thoda mushkil tha, lekin un nishano ko aaine mein dekh kar hi Trupti ke nipples phir se tight ho gaye.
Usne jaldi se cold water se apna chehre dhoya, aur ek simple cotton ki peeli saree pehen li—ghar ke kaam ke liye. Usne blouse ke hooks lagaye, lekin neeche koi panty nahi pehni. Pata nahi kyun... uske dimaag ke kisi kone mein use achhi tarah pata tha ki aaj subah rasoi mein kya hone wala hai. Uska jism apne hi bete ke agle hamle ke liye pehle se hi taiyar aur nanga tha.




Kitchen mein Trupti chai ke liye doodh ubaal rahi thi. Gas stove par kettle se garam bhaap nikal kar hawa mein ud rahi thi. Poora Khanna Mansion abhi bhi shant tha. Servants ke aane mein abhi aadha ghanta baaki tha. Ghar mein sirf teen hi log the—Sanjeev (jo master bedroom mein so raha tha), Trupti, aur unka saga beta Rahul.
Tap... Tap...
Peeche se nange pairon ke chalne ki halki aahat hui. Trupti ke ronge khade ho gaye.
Rahul kitchen mein andar dakhil hua. Usne sirf ek loose black shorts pehn rakha tha. Uska upper torso poori tarah nanga tha—chaude, mardana kandhe, sharp abs, aur seene par light hair. Uski aankhon mein abhi bhi neend ka khumaar tha, lekin un kaali putliyon mein wahi shikaari, possessive aur hawas se bhari aag daud rahi thi.
Trupti ne gardan mod kar use dekha, aur Rahul ke nange, kathin jism ko dekh kar usne jaldi se apni nazrein kitchen counter ki taraf hata li. Uska dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga.
“S-Subah subah yahan kya kar rahe ho, Rahul? Tumhe pata hai na servants aane wale hain...” usne aawaz ko jitna ho sake halka rakhne ki koshish karte hue phusphusaya.
Rahul ne uski kisi baat ka jawab nahi diya. Woh bina koi aawaz kiye, ek shikaari ki tarah Trupti ke bilkul peeche aakar khada ho gaya. Usne apne dono garam, chaude haath Trupti ki nangi kamar par rakh diye aur use ek hi jhatke mein peeche se apne seene se sata liya. Uska 8-inch ka mota, patthar jaisa tana hua lund Trupti ki bhari, gol gaand ke beech mein shorts ke patle kapde ke through ekdum tight feel hone laga.
“Raat mein carpet par jo diya tha, woh kaafi nahi tha Mom...” Rahul ne jhuk kar uske kaan ke paas apna muh laya. Uski garam, bhari saansein Trupti ki gardan par padne lagi. “Ab subah ki pehli chai se pehle mujhe meri maa ki choot ka naashta chahiye.”
Trupti ka poora jism ek pal ke liye freeze ho gaya. “Rahul... nahi... Sanjeev abhi uth sakte hain. Kitchen unke room ke bilkul paas hai. Agar unhone koi aawaz sun li toh hum kahin ke nahi rahenge... Please, apne kamre mein jao...” usne minnat ki, lekin uski aawaz mein darr se zyada ek tadap aur geeli laachari thi.
“Isliye toh aawaz nahi nikalni hai, Mom. Aur darr hi toh is chudai ka asli nasha hai,” Rahul ne behad thandi aawaz mein kaha.
Rahul ne Trupti ke saree ke pallu ko jhatke se ek taraf sarqa diya. Usne Trupti ke blouse ke peeche lage hooks par apni ungliyan pheri aur ek-ek karke teen hooks khol diye. Jaise hi blouse dheela hua, Rahul ne apne dono chaude haath aage se Trupti ke saree ke andar daal kar uski 38-inch ki soft, garam aur bhari hui chhatiyon ko poori mutthi mein daab liya.
“Mmmh...” Trupti ke muh se ek halki si, dabi hui siskari nikal gayi. Uske tight nipples Rahul ki ungliyon ke beech pisne lage. Rahul ne unhe behad berahmi se pinch kiya aur rotate karne laga. Trupti ki saansein ekdam tez ho gayi, usne dono haath aage badha kar granite counter-top ko zor se pakad liya.
Rahul ne ek haath se Trupti ki cotton saree ko kamar tak upar khinch diya. Petticoat ko thoda sa sarqa diya. Peeche koi panty nahi thi—sirf Trupti ki gori, mukhani jaisi bhari jaanghein aur unke beech mein raat ke cum se geeli, suji hui aur garam choot.
Rahul ke chehre par ek shaitani muskaan aayi. Usne dekha ki uski maa pehle se hi uske lund ke liye nangi aur geeli baithi thi. Usne apne shorts ko thoda sa neeche sarqaya. Uska mota, laal supar-cap Trupti ke choot ke garam lips par jaakar tika.
Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar ko dono haatho se tight pakda aur ek hi, behad gehra, silent dhakka maara.
Phat!
Trupti ki aankhein poori phat gayi. Usne apna nichla hoth apne daanton ke beech itni zor se daba liya ki khoon nikalne ko ho gaya. Rahul ka mota, phula hua lund raat waale gaadhe cum aur uski subah ki taaza geelapan ke saath behad aasaani se, bina kisi rukawat ke seedha Trupti ke uterus ke munh tak dhas gaya.
“Ahhh... Mmmfff!” Trupti ke gale se ek bhari, dabi hui aah nikli jo uske band muh mein hi ghut kar reh gayi. Uski peeth piche ki taraf bent ho gayi, aur uska sar Rahul ke nange seene par ja tika.




Rahul ne uske jism se poori tarah chipak kar use kitchen counter par aage ki taraf jhuka diya. Uska ek haath aage jaakar Trupti ke blouse ke andar se uske left boob ko zor-zor se crush karne laga, jabki doosra haath Trupti ki kamar ko pakde hue tha.
Rahul ne slow, gehre aur silent strokes marna shuru kiye. Uska lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhalke mein poora andar jaakar Trupti ki choot ki sabse geehri deewar se takrata. Har dhakke par counter-top par rakhi chai ki kettle halki si hilti, aur Trupti ka bhari jism aage-peeche jhatke khata.
Squelch... Squelch...
Choot ki geeli, thapp-thapp ki aawaz kitchen ke sannate mein goonjne lagi. Trupti darr se kaamp rahi thi ki kahin yeh aawaz master bedroom tak na pahunch jaaye, lekin uski choot Rahul ke har dhakke par behad ras chhod rahi thi.
“Dekho Mom... kitni geeli ho tum subah-subah,” Rahul ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dabi hui phusphusahat mein kaha, uski aawaz mein hawas aur dominance ka nasha tha. “Sanjeev room mein so raha hai... Dad ki bedroom ki wall aur is kitchen ke beech sirf ek patli si deewar hai. Agar unhone tumhari koi bhi siskari sun li... toh wo bahar aakar dekhenge ki unki sanskari patni kitchen counter par apne hi beta se chud rahi hai.”
Trupti ne ronte hue apna sar na mein hilaane ki koshish ki. “Rahul... please... d-dheere... aawaz mat karo... koi aa jayega...” lekin uski apni hi jaanghein Rahul ke dhakkon ka swaagat karne ke liye aur zyada chaudi ho rahi thi. Uski choot ke andar ke muscles Rahul ke lund ko tightly squeeze kar rahe the.
Rahul ne apni speed aur aggressive kar di. Ab uske dhakke tez aur brutal hone lage. Har dhakke ke saath uska lund Trupti ki choot ke sabse sensitive spot par hit kar raha tha. Trupti ki aankhon se aasu nikalne lage—darr, sharm aur extreme pleasure ke mix aasu. Uski saree ke gher counter par phail chuke the, aur uska nanga, gora lower body apne hi bete ke lund ke neeche behad berahmi se chud raha tha.
Rahul ne Trupti ke lambe, baandhe hue baalon ko pakad kar uska sar peeche khincha. Usne Trupti ke khule hothon par apna muh rakh diya aur ek behad violent, wet kiss shuru kar di. Dono ki jeebh ek doosre se behad hawas se lapat gayi. Rahul ne Trupti ke muh ko poori tarah seal kar diya tha, taaki uski koi bhi siskari bahar na nikal sake. Trupti ne Rahul ki nangi peeth par apne naakhun dhas diye. Uska poora jism ek behad khaufnaak aur aalokik climax ki taraf badh raha tha.
Rahul ne kissing ke beech hi Trupti ke clit par apni ungli rakhi aur use zor-zor se press karke ghumane laga.
Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!
Lund ke gehre dhakke aur clit par ungli ki ragad ne Trupti ke sabr ka baandh tod diya. Usne Rahul ke muh ke andar hi ek dabi hui, behaya cheekh maari—"Mmmmmmpphh!" Uska poora jism thar-thar kaampne laga. Uski choot ke muscles Rahul ke lund par ek violent grip banane lage, aur usne apne bete ke lund par apna garam, geela paani chhod diya. Uska pehla subah ka orgasm behad gehra aur lamba tha.
Trupti ke squeeze hote hi Rahul ka apna sabr bhi poori tarah jawab de gaya. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko pakad kar teen behad gehre, akhri dhakke maare—lund ko poori takat se Trupti ki choot mein andar tak lock kar diya.
Rahul ne Trupti ki neck mein apna chehra chhupa kar ek gehra stroke maara aur apna garam, gaadha aur behad mota cum Trupti ki choot ke andar shoot karna shuru kar diya.
Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...
Rahul ki saansein tez ho gayi. Garam cum Trupti ke uterus ke munh ko bheege hue bharne laga. Dono kuch seconds tak counter-top par ek doosre se bilkul chipke khade rahe, heavy saansein lete hue. Unke jismon se nikalne wali garmi aur hawas ki mehak kitchen mein phail chuki thi.
Rahul ne dheere se apna lund bahar nikala. Plop! ki ek halki si aawaz hui. Trupti ki choot se Rahul ka garam paani aur uski apni geelapan nikal kar uski gori jaanghon se hote hue neeche flooring par raste banane lagi.
Trupti counter par aage jhuki hui, haamp rahi thi. Uski saree upar thi, blouse khula tha, aur uski jaanghon ke beech se uske bete ka paani tapak raha tha.
Tabhi... master bedroom ka darwaza khulne ki aawaz aayi.
Creak.
Sanjeev ki bhari, neend se bhari aawaz hallway mein goonji: “Trupti... chai ban gayi kya? Kitna time lagati ho?”
Trupti ka chehra ekdam peela pad gaya. Uske dil ki dhadkan ruk si gayi.
Rahul ke chehre par koi darr nahi tha. Usne ek shaitani smile di. Usne jhuk kar Trupti ke kaan mein dabi hui phusphusahat mein kaha, “Jaldi se apne aasu poch, Mom... aur Dad ko unki garam chai de kar aao. Jaanghon ke beech mera paani bhar kar jaana... unhe pata bhi nahi chalega.”
Rahul ne bilkul casually apne shorts upar kiye, Trupti ki gaand par ek halka sa thappad maara, aur kitchen ke back door se garden ki taraf nikal gaya, jaise woh subah ki sair kar ke aa raha ho.
Trupti ne kampte haatho se jaldi se apni saree ko neeche kiya, blouse ke hooks band kiye, aur aayine mein apna chehra dekha. Uske hoth sooje hue the, aur uski jaanghon ke beech Rahul ka sticky cum beh raha tha. Usne ek kapde se flooring par gira cum pocha, haath dhoye, aur chai ki tray uthayi.
Uski leg muscles abhi bhi orgasm ke baad kaamp rahi thi.
Woh master bedroom ki taraf badhi. Hallway mein har kadam par use apni jaanghon ke beech Rahul ke cum ki garmi feel ho rahi thi.
Sanjeev bed par baitha hua, apna phone check kar raha tha.
“Itni der kyun laga di Trupti? Ek chai banane mein aadha ghanta lagti hai kya?” Sanjeev ne bina nazar uthaye, thode chidh kar kaha.
“J-Ji... wo doodh ubalne mein thoda time lag gaya...” Trupti ne apni aawaz ko sambhalte hue, nazrein neeche karke kaha.
Usne chai ka cup Sanjeev ke samne side table par rakha. Sanjeev ne chai ka ek ghoont liya aur bola, “Hmm, thik hai. Rahul kahan hai? Use bhi bula lo.”
“Wo... wo garden mein hain... subah ki hawa khane gaye hain,” Trupti ne neeche dekhte hue jawab diya. Chehre par wahi sanskari, pativrata bahu waali smile thi, lekin uski peeli cotton saree ke neeche, uski choot mein abhi bhi uske apne hi bete ka garam paani rasta bana raha tha.
Kitchen ki woh silent aur brutal chudai khatam ho chuki thi.
Lekin yeh toh bas din ki shuruaat thi...

[Joker44]

Dupahar ke 2:30 baj rahe the.

Khanna Mansion ka sannata abhi bhi qaaim tha. Trupti ne aaine ke samne khade hokar apne aap ko aakhiri baar dekha. Usne ek soft peach-coloured kurti pehni thi, jo uski kamar par fit baith rahi thi, saath mein light blue jeans. Neeche usne ek patli satin ki panty pehen rakhi thi. Gardan par jo Rahul ke daanton ke gehre, baingani bite marks the, unhe usne behad dhyaan se concealer aur compact powder laga kar poori tarah chhupa diya tha. Chehre par light makeup, aur hothon par ek soft, innocent pink lipstick.
Sanjeev office nikal chuka tha. Rahul bhi kisi “college friend” ke yahan jaane ka bahana karke ghar se nikal gaya tha—ya shayad jaan-bujh kar Trupti ko thodi mohat di thi taaki woh apni doosri zindagi mein kadam rakh sake.
Trupti ne apna phone uthaya aur Abhay ko message type kiya:
“Main nikal rahi hoon. Wahi purani jagah milte hain. Ghar ke paas mat aana.”
Abhay ka reply ek hi second mein aaya:
“Theek hai jaan! Main already mall ke bahar tumhara wait kar raha hoon. Jaldi aao, miss kar raha hoon.”
Trupti ne ek gehri, bhari saans li. Abhay ko aaj tak yeh nahi pata tha ki Trupti shaadi-shuda hai, na hi yeh ki woh 38-inch ke bhare jism waali ek aurat hai jo Khanna khaandaan ki badi bahu hai. Uske liye Trupti bas ek masoom college-going girl thi jo apne strict parents ke saath rehti thi. Kuch mahine pehle Abhay ne use shaadi ka proposal diya tha, aur Trupti ne—Rahul ke pressure aur apne andar ki laachari mein—‘haan’ bol diya tha. Abhay ab use apni aane wali patni maanta tha. Woh is baat se bilkul anjaan tha ki uski “fiancée” har raat apne hi sage bete ke neeche let kar chudti hai aur subah kitchen counter par uska cum le rahi hoti hai.
Trupti ne taxi li aur Khanna Mansion se kaafi door, shehar ke doosre kone waale mall ki taraf nikal gayi.
Mall ke aage crowd ke beech Abhay khada tha. Dark blue jeans, crisp white shirt, aur haath mein do movie tickets. Jab uski nazar Trupti par padi, toh uske chehre par woh pure, genuine smile aa gayi jo Rahul ke shikaari chehre par kabhi nahi aati thi.
“Itni der laga di Trupti...” Abhay ne soft aawaz mein kaha aur aage badh kar Trupti ka haath pakad liya. Usne Trupti ki haseen rangat ko dekha. “Kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho aaj.”
Trupti ne halka sa muskurate hue uska haath daba diya. “Main bhi tumhe miss kar rahi thi, Abhay.”
Dono pehle thodi der mall mein ghoomte rahe. Abhay ne use ek bakery se chocolate pastry khilayi aur ek soft pink silk scarf kharid kar diya. “Shaadi ke baad jab hum humare ghar jayenge, tab pehenna,” usne has kar kaha. Trupti ne sirf ek jhoothi muskurahat se jawab diya, lekin uske dil ke andar ek teekhi chubhan hui.
Phir woh dono movie theatre ke andar chale gaye.
Theatre ka hall thanda aur andhera tha. Movie shuru hone mein abhi kuch minutes baaki the. Abhay ne hamesha ki tarah last row ke sabse corner waale do seats book kiye the, jahan aas-paas koi nahi tha. Dono baith gaye. Lights dheere-dheere dim ho gayi.
Movie shuru hui—ek romantic love story. Pehle 15 minute toh dono chupchap screen dekhte rahe. Phir Abhay ne dheere se Trupti ka naram haath pakda aur apni thigh par rakh liya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ki ungliyon ke beech phans gayi.
Dheere-dheere Abhay ka haath Trupti ki jeans par aakar uski jaangh ko halka sa press karne laga. Trupti ne screen se nazar nahi hatayi, lekin uski saans thodi tez hone lagi.
Abhay Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuka. “Aaj movie dekhne ka bilkul mann nahi hai... tumhare paas hone se mera dhyaan bhatak raha hai.”
Trupti ne gardan mod kar use dekha. "Abhay... yeh theatre hai..."
Abhay ne jawab mein Trupti ke chehre ko dono haathon mein bhara aur uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye.
A kiss was soft, loving, and deeply romantic. Pehle sirf hothon ki halki ragad, phir Abhay ki jeebh Trupti ke soft hothon ko kholti hui andar chali gayi. Trupti ne bhi aahista se uski jeebh ko choosa. Unka kiss gehra hota gaya. Theatre ke andhere mein unke hothon ke milne ki halki, wet 'slurp' aawaz gum ho gayi.
Abhay ka haath Trupti ki peach kurti ke andar chala gaya. Usne kurti ke kapde ke neeche se Trupti ke left boob ko bra ke upar se daba diya. Ek soft, gentle press. Phir usne Trupti ki bra ke cup ko thoda sa neeche sarqa diya aur seedha uske nange, garam boob ko apni mutthi mein bhar liya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke tight nipple ke aaspas ghoomne lagi.
Trupti ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uske gale se ek halki si siskari nikli—"Mmm..." Woh Abhay ke is loving touch mein kho rahi thi, lekin uske dimaag ke kisi kone mein subah ka scene chal raha tha—Rahul ka brutal lund uski choot mein, kitchen counter par jhatke, aur Sanjeev ki aawaz. Ek taraf uske bete ka hawas bhara kabza, doosri taraf is mard ka sachha pyar.
Abhay ne kiss toda. Usne Trupti ke kaan mein phusphusaya, “Thoda aage jhuk jao na, jaan... please.”





Trupti ne theatre ke andhere ka faayda uthate hue seat par thoda aage jhuk kar apne dono pairon ko thoda chauda kar diya. Abhay ne Trupti ki kurti ke buttons ek-ek karke khol diye. Usne bra ke dono cups ko neeche kar diya. Dark hall ki halki screen-light mein Trupti ke bhare hue, 38-inch ke gora boobs poori tarah bahar nikal aaye.
Abhay ne jhuk kar apna muh Trupti ke left nipple par rakh diya.
Usne nipple ko apne hothon mein bhar kar choosna shuru kiya. Pehle halka, phir thoda zor se. Uski jeebh nipple ke gher par ghoom rahi thi, uspar thook laga kar use aur wet kar rahi thi. Doosre haath se woh Trupti ke doosre boob ko daba raha tha.
"Ahh... Abhay..." Trupti ke hothon se ek dabi hui siskari nikal gayi. Usne apne dono haath Abhay ke baalon mein phansa liye aur uske sar ko apne boobs se aur tight chipka liya. Abhay ka choosna behad gentle tha—koi dard nahi, koi bite marks nahi, sirf ajeeb sa sukoon. Trupti ka jism garam hone laga. Uske legs ke beech uski panty halki geeli hone lagi.
Abhay ne doosre boob ko bhi usi tarah muh mein le kar choosa. Usne Trupti ke nipples ko apni ungliyon se press kiya, unpar kissing ki, aur unhe soft bite kiya. Trupti ki saansein tez ho gayi thi.
Tabhi Abhay ne Trupti ke gaalon ko pakda aur uske kaan mein phusphusaya, "Main aur sabr nahi kar sakta, Trupti... mujhe tumhara ras peena hai. Please... niche aao na."
Trupti ne ek pal ke liye theatre ke andhere mein aas-paas dekha. Last row bilkul khali thi. Screen par ek loud romantic song chal raha tha, jisse baki aawazein dab sakti thi. Trupti ke andar ka tharak aur Abhay ko khush karne ki chah ek saath ubal aayi.





Trupti seat se neeche sarqi aur floor par Abhay ki jaanghon ke beech apne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi.
Abhay ne jaldi se apni jeans ka button khola aur zip neeche ki. Uske underwear ke andar se uska 6-inch ka tana hua lund bahar nikal aaya. Woh Rahul jitna mota ya lamba nahi tha, lekin completely erect aur garam tha.
Trupti ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke Abhay ke lund ko apne dono naram haathon mein pakad liya. Usne lund ke supar-cap par ek soft kiss kiya.
"Mmm... Trupti..." Abhay ke muh se ek aah nikli.
Trupti ne apna muh poora khola aur Abhay ke lund ko andar le liya. Usne apne hothon ko uske lund ke shahtoot par tight wrap kiya aur aage-peeche move hone lagi. Uska muh garam aur wet tha. Uski jeebh Abhay ke lund ke neeche waale hisse ko chaat rahi thi.
Slurp... Sucking sounds...
Theatre ke romantic song ki loud music ke neeche Trupti ke blowjob ki geeli aawazein dabi rahi. Trupti ne lund ko thoda gehra liya, apni gaal ko andar ki taraf khinch kar zor-zor se suck karne lagi. Uske haath Abhay ki jaanghon ko pakde hue the.
Abhay ne Trupti ke baalon ko pakad kar halka sa support diya. "Ahhh... jaan... tum itna achha blowjob kaise deti ho... oh God..." Uska jism thar-thar kaamp raha tha. Trupti ka deep-throat aur uski wet jeebh ka jaadu Abhay ko behosh kar raha tha. Trupti ne apni speed badha di. Uska sar aage-peeche ho raha tha, uske hoth Abhay ke lund ki patti par ragad khate hue ek rhythmic sucking sound nikaal rahe the.
Abhay ke lund ki nerves phool gayi. "Trupti... main... main nikalne wala hoon! Main bahar nikaal doon?"
Trupti ne blowjob roke bina apni aankhein upar uthai aur andhere mein Abhay ko dekha. Usne apna muh bahar nahi nikala—balki lund ko aur gehra andar pakad liya aur apna gala khol diya. Usne ishara kiya ki woh cum andar legi.
Abhay ab aur sabr nahi kar saka. Usne Trupti ke sar ko pakda aur teen-chaar gehre jhatke maare.
Pulse... Pulse...
Abhay ka garam, patla cum Trupti ke muh ke andar shoot hone laga. Trupti ne bina kisi nafrat ke Abhay ke cum ko apni jeebh par jhela aur use ek hi ghoont mein gulp karke nigal gayi. Usne Abhay ke lund ki cap ko aakhiri baar apni jeebh se poora chaat kar saaf kiya, jaise koi ice-cream chaat raha ho.
Abhay ne ek gehri saans chhodi aur back seat par tik gaya, uska jism relaxed ho gaya tha. "You are amazing, Trupti... I love you so much."
Trupti uth kar wapas apni seat par baith gayi. Usne apne hothon ko napkin se pocha, kurti ke buttons band kiye, aur bra ko set kiya. Uske muh mein abhi bhi Abhay ke cum ka taste tha.
“Main bhi tumse pyar karti hoon, Abhay...” Trupti ne soft aawaz mein kaha, aur uske maathe par kiss kiya.
Lekin uske dil ke andar ek bhari, kaala bojh tha. Abhay ko nahi pata tha ki uski future wife ke jism par uske future devar (jo asl mein uska apna beta hai) ke bite marks hain. Use nahi pata tha ki subah hi uski choot mein kisi aur ka cum tha, aur aaj shaam woh kisi aur ke lund ka ras nigal rahi hai.
Movie khatam hui. Theatre ki lights on ho gayi.
Abhay ne Trupti ka haath pakda aur bahar nikal aaye. Usne Trupti ko ice-cream khilayi, thodi der baatein ki, aur phir use ek safe taxi mein bitha diya.
“Ghar safely pahunchna jaan. Kal milte hain,” Abhay ne muskurate hue kaha.
Taxi start hui. Trupti ne window se bahar dekha. Uski aankhon mein aasu aa gaye the. Ek taraf Abhay ka yeh innocent, sacha pyar... aur doosri taraf Rahul ka woh bhayanak, possessive aur incestuous kabza. Aur un dono ke beech woh khud—jo ek rani ki tarah dono ko apne jism se nacha rahi thi, lekin andar se poori tarah toot chuki thi.
Taxi Khanna Mansion ke gate par ruki. Trupti ne fare diya aur ghar ke andar kadam rakha.
Andar jaate hi uske phone par vibration hui.
Rahul ka message:
“Theatre mein enjoy kiya na Mom? Ab jaldi se mere kamre mein aao. Raat ka khel abhi shuru hona baaki hai.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li. Uske jism mein ek baar phir darr aur tharak ka nasha daud gaya.
Aaj raat phir se uska beta use chodega.
Aur kal phir se Abhay ka pyar use sambhalega.
Dono ke beech woh poori tarah se phans chuki thi.

Raat ke 9:45 baj rahe the.
Trupti mall aur theatre ke us haseen, lekin jhoothe sapne se laut kar seedha Khanna Mansion ke apne master bedroom mein chali gayi. Uski har ek chaal mein thakan aur ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi. Usne apni peach-coloured kurti aur jeans utaar kar ek patli, dark maroon rang ki satin nighty pehen li. Nighty ka kapda behad halka aur transparent sa tha, jo uske bhare hue 38-inch boobs aur patli kamar ki shape ko poori tarah ubhar raha tha.
Mirror ke saamne khade hokar usne apne hothon ko dekha—abhi bhi thode sujay hue aur laal the Abhay ke soft kisses aur uske blowjob ke jhatkon se. Uske boobs par Abhay ke halka se dante aur jeebh ke nishaan the, jo satin ke neeche se jhalak rahe the.
Usne bathroom mein jaakar thande paani se apna face wash kiya, lekin uske dimaag se theatre ka woh scene nikal hi nahi raha tha. Abhay ki woh soft jeebh, uske nipples ko behad pyar se choosna, aur uska woh masoom promise—*"Shaadi ke baad har raat aise hi tumhe choosunga..."*
*Tak... Tak...*
Trupti ke bedroom ke darwaze par halki si, dabi hui dastak hui. Uski saans ek pal ke liye aatak gayi.
Darwaza dheere se khula aur Rahul andar dakhil hua. Usne turant darwaze ki kundi andar se laga di. Aaj usne koi t-shirt nahi pehni thi—sirf ek loose black shorts. Uske chaude, muscular kandhe, tight abs aur seene ke bal raat ki dim light mein chamak rahe the. Uski kaali, shikaari aankhon mein woh shaitani chamak thi jo Trupti ab behad achhi tarah pehchanne lagi thi.
“Theatre se enjoy karke aa gayi, Mom?” Rahul ne room ke beech mein khade hokar, behad thandi aur rone waali aawaz mein seedha poocha.
Trupti ka chehra ekdam zard pad gaya. Usne nighty ke straps ko tight pakad liya. “K-Kaise pata... tumhe?”
Rahul ne ek shaitani hansi hansi. “Maine tere phone mein silent GPS tracking pehle se on kar rakhi hai. Aur waise bhi... tera yeh chehra dekh kar pata chal jaata hai. Soft pink lipstick ab poori tarah smudge ho chuki hai... aur teri aankhon mein wahi tharak aur guilty chamak hai. Kiss kiya na usne tujhe?”
Trupti ne apni gardan neeche jhuka li, uski nazrein flooring par tiki thi. “Rahul... please... aaj raat mujhe chhod do... main bahut thak gayi hoon...”
Rahul ne do kadam aage badhaaye aur Trupti ke bilkul samne aakar khada ho gaya. Usne apni do ungliyon se Trupti ki chin ko pakad kar uska chehra upar uthaya. Uske chehre par koi reham nahi tha.
“Bata mujhe. Poori kahani. Har ek detail,” Rahul ne Trupti ki aankhon mein aag daalte hue kaha. “Kahan-kahan haath lagaya usne? Kahan-kahan choosa? Kya-kya kaha usne tere jism ke saath khelte hue? Ek-ek baat mujhe abhi batayegi tu.”
Trupti ki aankhein aasuon se bhar gayi, lekin uske hothon par ek ajeeb sa darr aur tharak ka mix khauf tha. “Woh... movie ke dauran... usne pehle mera naram haath pakda. Phir usne mujhe apni taraf khincha aur... mere hothon par kiss kiya. Behad soft... loving kiss...”
Rahul ne Trupti ke jaw ko thoda aur tight pakda. Usne apna doosra haath aage badha kar Trupti ki maroon satin nighty ke dono straps ko ek saath neeche ki taraf khinch diya.
*Slipp...*
Satin ki nighty Trupti ki smooth skin se phisalti hui uski kamar tak gir gayi. Peeche koi bra nahi thi—Trupti ke dono 38-inch ke gora, bhare hue aur garam boobs poori tarah Rahul ki shikaari nazron ke samne nange ho gaye. Unki shapes par light dim roshni mein Abhay ke choosne se bane halka sa wetness abhi bhi chamak rahi thi.
Rahul ne Trupti ke nange jism ko sar se paon tak dekha. Uske hothon par ek vishaili muskaan aayi. “Wah, Mom... kitni haseen lag rahi ho apni is raand jaisi nighty mein. Aisa lag raha hai jaise tu mere liye hi pehle se nangi hokar baithi thi.”
Rahul ne Trupti ke left boob ke tight, pink nipple ko apni ungli se touch kiya aur use round-round ghumane laga. “Aur bataye... yahan bhi muh maara usne?”
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li, uski saansein phoolne lagi. “Haan... usne mere kurti ke buttons khol diye... bra ko ek taraf kiya... aur... aur usne dono boobs ko baari-baari apni mutthi mein bhara...”
Rahul ne Trupti ke nange boob ko poori mutthi mein le kar zor se dabaya. Trupti ke hothon se ek halki siskari nikli—"Mmmh!"
“Kaise choosa usne?” Rahul ne uske kaan ke paas apna muh lakar phusphusaya, uske daant Trupti ke earlobe ko chhoo rahe the. “Pyaar se? Ya meri tarah brutal tarike se?”
“Soft... behad soft...” Trupti ne kaampte hue confess kiya. “Uski jeebh... nipple ke aaspas ghoom rahi thi... usne pehle nipple ko thook se wet kiya... phir use poora apne muh mein bhar kar slow-slow suck karne laga...”
Rahul ki saans ekdam bhari ho gayi. Uske shorts ke andar uska 8-inch ka mota lund ekdam patthar jaisa hard ho gaya. Usne Trupti ko ek jhatke mein bed par phek diya. Trupti ki nighty uski jaanghon se upar saraq kar uske hips tak chali gayi. Uski nangi, gori jaanghein aur uske boobs bed par poori tarah expoed ho gaye.
Rahul Trupti ke upar aakar baith gaya. Usne apne dono haath Trupti ke dono nange boobs par rakh diye aur unhe behad berahmi se crush karne laga.
“Ab aur detail mein bata!” Rahul ne uske boobs ko masalte hue kaha, uski aawaz mein hawas daud rahi thi. “Pehle kaunsa boob liya usne apne muh mein? Kitni der tak choos raha tha woh tere is doodh se bhare hue boob ko? Aur tujhe... tujhe mere baap ki bahu hokar kisi doosre mard se apna boob chooswane mein maza aaya?”
Trupti ki aawaz kamp rahi thi, uski peeth bed se halki si uth rahi thi. “P-Pehle usne left waala boob liya... phir right waala... lagbhag 10-15 minute tak woh unhe baari-baari choosata raha... aur... aur haan... mujhe thoda maza... aane laga tha...”
Rahul ne ek jhatke mein jhuk kar Trupti ke left nipple ko apne poore muh mein bhar liya aur use behad berahmi se choosna shuru kar diya—bilkul Abhay ke opposite. Rahul ki jeebh aur uske daant Trupti ke sensitive nipple ko crush kar rahe the.
*Slurp... Bite... Slurp...*
“Ahhh! Rahul... d-daant mat lagao... ahh!” Trupti ne dabi hui cheekh maari. Usne apne dono haath Rahul ke muscular kandhon par rakh kar use thoda peeche karne ki koshish ki, lekin Rahul ne Trupti ke dono haathon ko pakad kar unhe uske sar ke upar bed par tight daba diya.
Rahul ne muh hata kar Trupti ki lal, sujhe hue nipple par apni thook chhod di. “Ab bata... kya kaha usne tera yeh boob chooste waqt?”
“Usne... usne meri aankhon mein dekha...” Trupti ki saans ukhad rahi thi. “Aur usne kaha ki... shaadi ke baad har raat... woh mere dono boobs ko aise hi choosa karega...”
Rahul behad zor se has pada. Uski hansi mein koi mamta ya pyar nahi tha—sirf ek ajeeb sa dominance tha. “Shaadi? Woh bhenchod abhi bhi sochta hai ki tu usse shaadi karegi? Woh soch raha hai ki tu uski wife banegi, jabki tu har raat apne hi bete ke lund par chudti hai! Kitna bada chutiya hai woh!”
Rahul ne ek haath se apne black shorts ko neeche sarak diya. Uska mota, phula hua aur garam lund bahar nikal aaya, jo hawa mein jhatke kha raha tha. Usne Trupti ke leg pieces ko pakad kar unhe poori tarah chauda kar diya. Peeche satin nighty poori saraq chuki thi, aur Trupti ki geeli choot poori tarah Rahul ke samne nangi thi.
Bina kisi warning ke, Rahul ne apne lund ke supar-cap ko Trupti ki choot par rakha aur ek hi violent jhatke mein poora andar dhas diya.
*Phattt!*
“Ahhhh! Rahul!” Trupti ki peeth poori tarah bed se hawa mein uth gayi. Usne apni aankhein zor se band kar li. Rahul ka 8-inch ka mota shaft uski choot ki narrow walls ko phadta hua seedha uske uterus ke mouth se ja takraya. Uski choot mein Abhay ke pyar ki jagah Rahul ka garam, laal lund poori tarah lock ho chuka tha.
Rahul ne bina kisi rukawat ke gehre, tez aur brutal strokes marna shuru kar diye. Bed ki springs har dhakke ke saath aawaz karne lagi—*Creek... Creek... Creek...*
“Bata mujhe!” Rahul ne har dhakke ke saath uske kaan mein pucha. “Jab woh tera boob choos raha tha... toh tera haath kahan tha?”
*Thapp!*
“U-Uske... uske baalon mein...” Trupti ki aawaz jhatkon ke saath nikal rahi thi. “Main... main uska sar apne boobs se chipka kar rakhi hui thi...”
*Thapp!*
“Aur tera touch kaisa lag raha tha use? Mere se zyada soft?” Rahul ne ek behad gehra dhakka maara jo Trupti ki choot ke sabse aakhiri kone ko hit kiya.
Trupti ne tadapte hue jawab diya, “H-Haan... uska touch soft tha... lekin...”
“Lekin kya, Mom? Bol!” Rahul ne uski kamar ko dono haatho se pakad kar aur tez jhatke maare.
“Lekin... tera lund... tera lund mujhe poori tarah phad deta hai... tera nasha alag hai, Rahul!” Trupti ne aakhirkaar apni hawas ko accept karte hue ronte hue kaha.
Rahul ki speed ab behad violent ho chuki thi. Uska nanga, sweaty jism Trupti ke nange, bhare hue jism se baar-baar takra raha tha. Uske boobs har dhakke ke saath hawa mein uchal rahe the. Rahul ne jhuk kar Trupti ke hothon ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur ek behad wet, passionate kiss shuru kar di. Unki jeebh ek doosre ke thook se lapat gayi.
Rahul ne dhakke maarte hue Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha:
“Ab se jab bhi woh Abhay tera boob choosega... tujhe yaad aayega ki raat ko tera beta tujhe kaise bed par patak kar chodta hai. Jab woh tere hothon ko soft kiss karega, tujhe mere cum ka taste yaad aayega. Samjhi tu?”
Trupti ne sirf apna sar haan mein hila paayi. Uski choot Rahul ke lund ko tightly squeeze karne lagi thi. Uska poora jism ek violent orgasm ke kareeb pahunch chuka tha.
“Bata... theatre mein aur kya kiya tune uske saath?” Rahul ne aakhiri violent strokes maarte hue pucha.
“M-Maine... maine seat se neeche baith kar... uska lund apne muh mein liya tha...” Trupti ne poori tarah toot kar confess kar diya. “Maine uska cum apne muh mein nigala tha...”
Rahul ki putliyan aag se bhar gayi. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko pakad kar teen behad gehre, akhri jhatke maare.
*Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!*
Rahul ne apne lund ko Trupti ki choot mein andar tak lock kar diya aur apna garam, gaadha aur behad mota cum Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre kone mein shoot karne laga.
*Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...*
Trupti ka jism bhi usi second ek behad khaufnaak orgasm se kaamp utha. Uski choot ke muscles Rahul ke lund ko baar-baar squeeze karne lage, aur usne apna garam paani apne hi bete ke lund par chhod diya. Dono bed par ek doosre se chipke hue, behad bhari saansein lene lage.
Rahul ne kuch minutes baad apna lund bahar nikala. *Plop!* Uska white, gaadha cum Trupti ki jaanghon par behne laga. Usne apne shorts pehne, Trupti ke nange boobs ko ek aakhiri baar tight press kiya, aur ek shaitani muskaan ke saath room ki kundi khol kar bahar nikal gaya.
Trupti bed par nangi, aadhi nighty mein leti rahi. Uski jaanghon ke beech se Rahul ka cum bedsheet par tapak raha tha. Uski aankhon se aasu beh rahe the—lekin un aasuon mein sirf guilt nahi tha, balki ek ajeeb sa, andhera aur nashila satisfaction tha.
Abhay ka woh soft, masoom pyar...
Rahul ka yeh bhayanak, incestuous kabza...
Aur un dono ke beech woh khud—ek aisi aurat jo ab do alag duniye ke nasha ko ek saath jee rahi thi.


Subah ke 8:15 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke vishal dining room mein subah ki thandhi dhoop kaanch ki badi khidkiyon se hokar aalishaan marble ke floor par phail rahi thi. Dining table par phir se wahi rasmi, ghutan-bhara mahaul qaaim tha. Sanjeev table ke head par baitha hua tha, uske haath mein news-paper khula tha, lekin uski aadat ke mutabiq uski nazrein akhbar ki khabron par kam aur aas-paas ke mahaul par zyaada thi.
Uske theek samne Rahul baitha tha, white t-shirt aur pyjama pehne hue, bilkul relaxed. Aur un dono ke beech Trupti silent tarike se chai ke cups aur hot breakfast ke trays arrange kar rahi thi.
Trupti ne aaj ek simple cream-coloured ki georgette saree pehni thi, jiska blouse thoda ooncha tha taaki kal raat ke Rahul ke daanton ke gehre bite marks poori tarah se chhip sakein. Raat waale bhayanak aur brutal jhatkon ke nishaan ab halka pad chuke the, lekin Trupti ke jism ke har ek kone mein—uski jaanghon ke beech aur uske sensitive nipples par—abhi bhi ek ajeeb si thakan, dard aur hyper-sensitivity thi.
Jab bhi woh kettle uthate hue Rahul ke chair ke paas se guzarti, uska jism apne aap thoda taut ho jaata, uski saansein ruk si jaati. Uski choot ke andar abhi bhi subah ke wash ke bawajood Rahul ke cum ki wo familiar garmi feel ho rahi thi.
Sanjeev ne newspaper ko thoda sa neeche kiya. Uski sharp, business-minded aankhein Trupti ke kaampte hue haathon aur uske shant chehre par aakar ruk gayi.
“Trupti, kal raat tum bahut late soyi ho na?” Sanjeev ne sudden, bhari aawaz mein kaha. “Main raat ko do baar uth kar dekha... tum bed par nahi thi.”
Trupti ke haath mein pakdi hui ceramic kettle halki si hili, chai ki do boond table-cloth par gir gayi. Usne jaldi se apne aap ko sambhala.
“J-Ji... wo mujhe thodi der se neend aayi,” Trupti ne nazrein neeche rakhte hue phusphusaya. “Bhari headache tha, isliye main thodi der drawing room mein baith kar thandhi hawa le rahi thi...”
Sanjeev ne akhbar ko poori tarah table par rakh diya. Uski gambhir aankhein Trupti ke chehre ke ek-ek muscle ko scan kar rahi thi.
“Headache? Tumhari aankhon ke neeche halki si sujan hai Trupti. Aur... tumhara behaviour pichle kuch dino se mujhe kaafi badla hua lag raha hai. Jab se Rahul wapas aaya hai, tum uske samne aate hi achanak... thodi tense aur nervous ho jaati ho.”
Trupti ne chai ka cup Sanjeev ke samne rakha, uski ungliyan cup se takrakar halki si kaampi. Usne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake normal, ek dutiful wife ki tarah rakhne ki koshish ki, “Aap... aap zyaada soch rahe hain Sanjeev. College ke final year ke exams abhi khatam hue hain, aur summer vacation mein ghar ke kaam... bas thakan hai aur kuch nahi.”




Rahul ne chupchap apne toast par butter lagate hue dono ki baat suni. Uske hothon ke kone par ek behad halki, shaitani aur victorious smile aayi. Usne apni maa ki ghabrahat aur apne baap ke dimaag mein panapte hue shak ko behad kareeb se dekha.
Sanjeev ne Rahul ki taraf dekha. “Rahul, beta... tum apni maa se baat karo. Mujhe lagta hai shaadi ke itne saalon baad achanak studies restart karne ka pressure inpar aa raha hai. Tum dono college ke baare mein discuss kar liya karo.”
Rahul ne apni kaali, shikaari aankhein Trupti ke bhare hue jism par tikaate hue thandi aawaz mein jawab diya, “Main dekh lunga, Dad. Maa thodi overthink karti hain kabhi-kabhi. Main inka saara pressure door kar dunga.”
Rahul ke is double-meaning sentence ne Trupti ki reeth ki haddi mein ek thandhi aag dauda di. Usne jaldi se tray uthayi aur kitchen ki taraf badh gayi. Kitchen ke andhere kone mein khade hokar usne apni chhati par haath rakha. Uske haath thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Sanjeev ki nazrein ab pehle jaisi andhi nahi thi... wo surface ke neeche ke cracks ko dekhne laga tha.
Dopahar ke 1:00 baje Sanjeev urgent client meeting ke silsile mein office nikal gaya. Khanna Mansion mein phir se wohi bhari, ghutan-bhari khamoshi chha gayi.
Trupti drawing room ke sofa par baithi hui sofa covers ko sahi kar rahi thi, jab peeche se Rahul ke kadmon ki silent aahat hui. Usne drawing room ka bhari wooden door andar se lock kar diya.
Rahul seedha Trupti ke samne aakar khada ho gaya. Uske jism se ek mardana garmi aur dominance ki mehak aa rahi thi.
“Dad ko shak hone laga hai Mom...” Rahul ne behad halki, phusphusate hue tone mein kaha.
Trupti ne uth kar ghabrahat mein Rahul ka haath pakad liya. “Isliye toh main keh rahi hoon Rahul... please thoda control karo! Agar Sanjeev ko thoda sa bhi pata chala toh hum sab barbaad ho jayenge—”
Rahul ne Trupti ka muh apne chaude haath se forcibly dabocha. Usne Trupti ko sofa par peeche ki taraf push kar diya.
“Control? Main kyun control karoon?” Rahul ne Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar dabi hui, brutal aawaz mein kaha. “Agar mere baap ko shak ho raha hai, toh use shak hone do. Khatre ka yeh khel hi toh mujhe sabse zyaada nasha deta hai. Aur sun... aaj raat main master bedroom mein bilkul nahi aaunga.”
Trupti ki aankhein darr se phail gayi. Usne Rahul ke haath ke neeche se bolne ki koshish ki, “Mmmf... kya?”
“Aaj raat tu khud mere kamre mein aayegi,” Rahul ne uske gaal ko tight press karte hue command diya. “Dad 11 baje ke baad behosh hokar so jaate hain. Tu 11:30 baje mere room ka darwaza khol kar andar aayegi. Aur agar tu nahi aayi... toh main khud master bedroom mein ghus kar Dad ke samne se tujhe baalon se pakad kar utha launga.”
Usne Trupti ke muh se haath hataya aur jhuk kar uske sujhe hue, soft hothon par ek behad wet aur possessive kiss chhod diya, apni jeebh Trupti ke muh mein daal kar uske thook ko choosa.
“Aur haan... kal jo theatre mein us Abhay ke saath hua tha... tune sirf aadhi kahani sunayi hai. Woh tera boob chooste waqt tera haath kitna betaab tha, woh poori baat aaj raat mere room mein karegi tu.”
Rahul sofa se utha aur apne room ki taraf chala gaya.
Trupti sofa par leti hui haampne lagi. Uski saans teez chal rahi thi. Ek taraf pati Sanjeev ka badhta hua shak, doosri taraf apne hi bete Rahul ka yeh jaanleva aur incestuous pressure, aur teesri taraf Abhay ka woh innocent, masoom pyar... teen alag-alag dishaayein uske jism aur aatma ko beech se cheer rahi thi.
Shaam ko Sanjeev ghar wapas lauta. Dinner ke table par woh kaafi khamosh tha. Khaana khate waqt usne sudden Trupti ke right hand ki taraf dekha.
“Trupti... tumhare haath mein yeh naya silver ring kab se hai?” Sanjeev ne achanak poocha.
Trupti ke haath se chammach plate par girne se bacha. Usne apne right hand ki index finger ko dekha. Abhay ne kal shopping ke dauran use yeh simple, pyari si silver ring gift ki thi aur uske haath mein pehna di thi. Trupti ne socha tha Sanjeev aisi chhoti cheez notice nahi karega.
“Yeh... yeh college ki ek female friend ne diya tha. Uska delayed birthday gift tha,” Trupti ne nazrein jhuka kar jhooth bola.
Sanjeev ne bas ek thanda “Hmm” kaha. Lekin uski teekhi nazrein Trupti ki ungli par tikki rahi, jaise wo us jhooth ke peeche ke sach ko padhna chahta ho.
Raat ke 11:20 baj rahe the.
Master bedroom mein Sanjeev peeth ke bal leta hua, behosh jaisi neend mein so chuka tha. Uski bhari saansein room mein goonj rahi thi.
Trupti bed par leti hui thi, uski aankhein andhere mein khuli thi. Uska dil ek paagal pakshi ki tarah uski chhati mein dhadak raha tha. Tabhi side table par rakhe uske phone par vibration hui.
Rahul ka text message:
“5 minute hain tere paas. Mere room mein aa, nahi toh main Dad ko jaga kar wahan aata hoon.”
Trupti ki aakhein khauf aur tharak se bhar gayi. Usne dheere se bedsheet hatayi. Usne wahi maroon satin nighty pehen rakhi thi jo Rahul ko pasand thi. Woh bilkul silent tarike se master bedroom se bahar nikli. Corridor mein poora sannata tha. Uski nangi rangat aur satin nighty andhere mein chamak rahi thi.
Usne Rahul ke room ke paas pahunch kar darwaza dheere se dhakela.
Rahul bed par baitha hua tha, sirf shorts mein. Uska nanga, muscular chest aur abs dim light mein shine kar rahe the. Usne Trupti ke andar aate hi darwaza band kiya aur andar se heavy lock laga diya.
“Aa gayi...” Rahul ke chehre par ek behad ghamand aur satisfaction ki smile aayi.
Trupti uske samne khadi thi, haath peeche kiye hue, uski saansein ukhad rahi thi. “Rahul... please... agar Sanjeev uth gaye aur unhe pata chal gaya—”
Rahul ne ek hi jhatke mein Trupti ko apni taraf khincha aur use apne garam, nange seene se daba liya.
“Pata nahi chalega. Aur agar chal bhi gaya, toh wo tera beta nahi, main tera maalik hoon,” Rahul ne thandi aawaz mein kaha. “Ab bata... theatre mein jab woh Abhay tera boob apne muh mein le kar choos raha tha... toh teri choot mein kitna paani aaya tha? Ek-ek detail bata. Aur aaj raat... main tujhe bed par ulta patak kar lunga.”
Rahul ne bina koi waqt ganwaye Trupti ke satin nighty ke straps ko neeche gira diya. Satin ka kapda phisalta hua flooring par ja gira. Trupti ab Rahul ke bedroom ke bed ke samne poori tarah nangi khadi thi—uski 38-inch ki bhari chhatiyan, uski patli kamar, aur uski gori jaanghein.
Ghar ke doosre hisse mein soye hue pati Sanjeev se bilkul anjaan, maa aur bete ka yeh naya, gehra aur aag se bhara taboo khel ab shuru ho chuka tha.
Khanna Mansion ke closed doors ke peeche, aag ab poori tarah bhadak chuki thi.


Subah ke 8:40 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke grand dining hall mein subah ki dhoop heavy silk curtains se chhan kar aalishaan dining table par pad rahi thi. Table par roz ki tarah aalishaan breakfast aur garam chai sajaye gaye the, lekin mahaul mein ek ajeeb sa, bhaari tanaav tha.
Sanjeev table ke head par baitha hua tha, aaj pichle do dino se zyada serious aur khoi-khoi rangat mein. Usne newspaper apne samne failaya hua tha, lekin uski teekhi, tajurbe-kar aankhein khabron ko kam aur Trupti ke ek-ek kadam ko zyada notice kar rahi thi. Pichle do dino se Trupti ke behaviour mein jo subtle, par saaf badlaav aaye the—uska har baat par halka sa flinch karna, nervous glances, late night bedrooms se missing hona—woh Sanjeev ke sharp business dimaag mein continuously ghum rahe the.
Trupti table par chai serve kar rahi thi. Aaj usne ek behad soft, light-blue georgette saree pehni thi. Blouse ki fitting tight thi, lekin saree ke neeche usne aaj koi panty nahi pehni thi. Rahul ne kal raat apne room mein strict aur clear instructions diye the—“Subah jab table par aayegi, toh neeche bilkul nangi aayegi. Mujhe meri Mom bina kisi rukaawat ke chahiye.”
Saree ka naram kapda Trupti ki nangi, gori jaanghon par seedha touch ho raha tha. Har ek kadam ke saath use apni choot mein ek ajeeb sa thandak aur bhayankar tharak feel ho raha tha.
Rahul table ke doosre side par baitha tha, casual white shirt ke sleeves ko rolled up kiye, ek haath se apna phone scroll karte hue. Uski aankhein bilkul relaxed aur masoom dikh rahi thi, jaise koi shareef beta ho. Lekin Trupti behad achhi tarah jaanti thi ki us masoom chehre ke peeche kitna shaitan dimaag aur hawas bhara pada hai.
Sanjeev ne newspaper se nazar hataaye bina, apni thandi, bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Trupti... aaj subah tumhari awaaz thodi kamzor aur kaampthi hui lag rahi hai. Health theek toh hai na tumhari? Tumhare chehre ka rang bhi udha hua hai.”
Trupti ke haath mein pakdi hui glass saucer halki si kharkharayi. Usne jaldi se cup table par rakha. “J-Ji Sanjeev... main bilkul theek hoon. Bas thodi neend poori nahi hui, isliye...” Uski aawaz mein halka sa kampna saaf mehsoos ho raha tha.
Tabhi table ke neeche, Rahul ne dheere se apna right leg aage badhaya. Uske leather slipper ki tip Trupti ki nangi, gori leg par aakar ragadne lagi. Rahul ne apna paon Trupti ki saree ke neeche se thoda upar sarqa diya aur uske ankle se hote hue uski calf muscle ko press kiya. Usne apni aankhon ke kone se Trupti ko dekha aur halka sa ishara kiya—Neeche aa.
Trupti ka dil ekdam se zor se dhadakne laga. Uski saans atke jaisi ho gayi. Usne ek nazar Sanjeev par daali—Sanjeev newspaper ke page ko turn kar raha tha, uska poora dhyaan financial news par tha. Rahul ne table ke neeche se Trupti ki leg ko aur zor se daba kar ishara kiya, is baar thoda aggressive aur tez.
Trupti ne tray ko table par rakha aur apni kaampthi aawaz mein bola, “Main... kitchen se fresh toast dekh kar aati hoon, thoda thanda ho gaya hai...”
Trupti kitchen ki taraf badhne ka natak karte hue thoda aage gayi, lekin phir dining table ke peeche se ghum kar seedha Rahul ke side aa gayi. Dining table par laid-out tablecloth behad lambi thi—pure white damask silk, jo almost floor ko touch kar rahi thi aur neeche ka poora aahaata ek andhere hideout mein badal chuki thi.
Trupti ne ek behad gehre, bhari saans li. Uski kamar ke neeche nangi choot mein ek teekha tharak ka jhatka laga. Usne silent tarike se silk tablecloth ka kone thoda uthaya aur dheere se dining table ke neeche ghus gayi.





Tablecloth neeche girte hi poora andhera chha gaya. Table ke neeche ki jagah behad tight aur enclosed thi. Trupti marble floor par apne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Rahul ke nange pairon ke samne uski saree ka pallu phail gaya.
Rahul ne already apne loose casual shorts ki zip neeche bajayi hui thi. Uska 8-inch ka mota, phula hua lund underwear se bahar nikal kar aadha erect ho chuka tha, uski nasein ubhari hui thi. Lekin jaise hi Trupti ke garam, kaampte hue haathon ne uske lund ko pakda, Rahul ka shaft ekdam patthar jaisa hard aur garam ho gaya.
Upar se Sanjeev ki bhari, authoritative aawaz table ke upar se saaf goonj rahi thi. “Rahul, San Francisco ke board meeting ke baare mein socha tumne? Kal jo presentation humne prepare ki thi, use solid rakhna hoga. International board members behad strict hain.”
“Haan Dad, main poori tarah ready hoon,” Rahul ne upar se bilkul calm, normal aur professional tone mein jawab diya.
Lekin table ke neeche, Rahul ne apna ek haath hidden tarike se neeche Bheja aur Trupti ke baalon ko mutthi mein tightly pakad liya. Usne Trupti ke sar ko aage dhakelte hue apne hard, tana hue lund ki tip ko Trupti ke soft hothon par press kar diya.
Trupti ne andhere mein apna muh poora khola. Rahul ka garam, mota lund uske hothon ke beech se hote hue uske garam muh ke andar dakhil ho gaya.
Slurp...
Trupti ne behad controlled aur silent tarike se suck karna shuru kiya. Uski wet jeebh Rahul ke lund ke supar-cap ke aaspas round-round ghoom rahi thi, uske thook se lund ki cap poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Phir woh apne hothon ko tight wrap karke lund ko aage-peeche lene lagi.
Upar Sanjeev ki aawaz continue thi. “Financial reports mein pichle quarter ke kuch gaps hain Rahul. Unhe hume USA departure se pehle hi fix karna hoga.”
Rahul ne newspaper par apni nazrein tikaaye rakhte hue jawab diya, “Haan Dad, main aane waale 2 dino mein saare gaps fix kar dunga, aap tension mat lijiye.”
Table ke neeche Rahul ke doosre haath ne Trupti ke baalon ke joodhe ko pakad rakha tha. Woh Trupti ke muh ko ek khiloone ki tarah control kar raha tha. Dheere-dheere Rahul apne hips ko thoda aage slide karke apne mota lund Trupti ke gale tak dhakel raha tha.
Gulp... Slurp...
Trupti ki aankhon se dard aur excitement ke aasu nikal kar uske gaalon par behne lage. Lekin usne bilkul aawaz nahi nikaali, kyunki Sanjeev ka paon unke bilkul paas hi rakha hua tha. Uska poora muh apne hi sage bete ke phule hue lund se bhara hua tha. Har baar jab Rahul lund ko gehra andar maarta, Trupti ka gala tight ho jata aur use lagta ki uski saans ruk jayegi.
Sanjeev ne newspaper ka page turn kiya. Rustle... Rustle...
“Trupti? Toast kahan reh gaya? Kitni der laga rahi ho tum aaj?” Sanjeev ne thodi irritate aawaz mein pucha.



Trupti ke dimaag mein panic daud gaya. Usne ghutnon ke bal khade-khade apni sucking ki speed dugni kar di. Uski jeebh Rahul ke lund ki underside patti ko tezi se chaatne lagi. Rahul ne Trupti ke sar ko aur tight daba kar apne lund ka poora head Trupti ke gale ke andar dhas diya.
Table ke neeche se wet sucking aur gagging ki behad halki gluck-gluck aawaz nikal rahi thi, lekin silk tablecloth ne un aawazon ko andar hi daba diya.
Rahul ki saans ab thodi teez aur bhari hone lagi thi, lekin usne apne chehre par bilkul normal expressions rakhe hue the. Usne Trupti ke muh se lund ko aadha bahar nikala, uske pre-cum se bhari cap ko Trupti ke sujhe hue hothon par ragda, aur phir ek hi gehre jhatke mein poora lund wapas gale tak ghusa diya.
“Jaldi kar Mom...” Rahul ne bilkul dheemi, phusphusati hui shaitani aawaz mein table ke neeche kaha.
Trupti ne apne dono naram haath Rahul ke muscular thighs par tight tika diye aur poori taqat se apni mouth-speed badha di. Uski jeebh, uske hoth aur uske throat ka internal pressure—sab kuch Rahul ko peak tak pahunchane ke liye kaam kar raha tha.
Kuch hi seconds ke andar Rahul ka poora jism ekdam tight ho gaya. Usne Trupti ke baalon ko tight pakad kar uske sar ko apne lund par lock kar diya.
Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...
Rahul ka garam, mota aur gaadha cum Trupti ke gale ke andar aur uske muh mein shoot hone laga. Ek ke baad ek garam jhatke Trupti ke mouth mein bharne lage. Trupti ne bina kisi rukawat ke, apna gala khol kar uske garam cum ko gulp... gulp... karke nigalna shuru kar diya.
Baaki jo cum nigla nahi gaya, woh uske soft hothon ke kone se nikal kar uski chin aur saree ke pallu par behne laga. Trupti ne jaldi se apni jeebh nikaal kar Rahul ke lund ke head ko poora chaat kar saaf kiya.
Rahul ne apne shorts ki zip band ki aur table ke neeche se Trupti ke bikhre hue baalon ko thoda set kiya.
Upar se Sanjeev ki aawaz phir aayi, “Trupti?! Tum sun rahi ho ya nahi?”
Trupti ne table ke neeche se silent tarike se nikal kar, saree ka pallu sambhalte hue jaldi se kitchen ki taraf kadam badhaye. Uski nangi jaanghein kaamp rahi thi, uske hoth laal aur sujhe hue the, aur uske gale mein abhi bhi Rahul ke cum ka woh teekha, garam taste basa hua tha. Usne kitchen ke mirror mein apna chehra dekha, chin par se white cum ko tissue se saaf kiya, toast ki plate li aur wapas dining table par aa gayi.
Sanjeev ne toast liya aur Trupti ke chehre ko dekhte hue kaha, “Itni der kyun lag gayi Trupti?”
“G-Gas ka burner slow chal raha tha Sanjeev... isliye,” Trupti ne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake normal karke jawab diya aur Rahul ke samne waali seat par baith gayi.
Rahul ne Trupti ki taraf dekha, uske hothon par ek vishaili, victorious muskaan thi. Uski aankhon mein clear message tha—Good girl, Mom.
Sanjeev newspaper padhne mein busy ho gaya. Use ratti bhar bhi andaaza nahi tha ki uski dharmpatni abhi kuch hi seconds pehle, unke hi khane ke table ke neeche, unke hi bete ka cum nigal kar unke samne aakar baithi hai.
Trupti ne chai ka sip liya. Uska haath abhi bhi halka sa kaamp raha tha. Uski saree ke neeche nangi choot se abhi bhi geela-pan ras raha tha.
Ghar ke is normal dikhne waale subah ke peeche jo incestuous paap chal raha tha, woh ab din-b-din behad gehra aur dangerous hota ja raha tha.
Aur unka USA departure ab sirf kuch hi dino ki doori par tha...

Raat ke 11:50 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke master bedroom mein Sanjeev gehri neend mein so raha tha. Uski saansein bhaari, regular aur eksoor thi. Kal subah 6:00 baje woh aur Rahul airport ke liye nikalne wale the—USA ke liye. Ek poora saal. Business studies, company expansion, aur international mergers ke silsile mein. Sanjeev shuruat ke kuch mahine saath rahega, phir beech-beech mein India aata-jaata rahega, lekin Rahul... woh poora ek saal wahan rahega.
Trupti bed ke kinare par baithi hui thi. Usne ek simple, jet-black satin ki nighty pehen rakhi thi. Uska dil chhati mein ek paagal pakshi ki tarah dhadak raha tha. Kal subah se yeh vishal Khanna Mansion, yeh bade-bade kamre, sirf uska aur iski khali walls ka hoga. Rahul ek saal ke liye door chala jaayega.
Tak...
Darwaze ka latch behad aahista se ghuma.
Rahul andar dakhil hua. Is baar usne koi kapda ya shorts nahi pehna tha—sirf ek white towel kamar ke aaspas lapeta hua tha. Usne silent tarike se darwaza band kiya aur andar se heavy lock laga diya. Phir woh slow, deliberate kadmon se Trupti ke paas aaya. Uske nange, muscular chest par sweat ki halki boondein chamak rahi thi.
“Kal subah 6 baje airport ke liye nikalna hai,” Rahul ne behad thandi, phusphusati hui aawaz mein kaha. “Ek saal, Mom. Poora ek saal.”
Trupti ne nazrein utha kar uski kaali, shikaari aankhon mein dekha. Uski apni aankhon mein khauf, guilt aur ek ajeeb sa khali-pan tair raha tha. “Rahul... itna lamba waqt...”
Rahul ne ek jhatke mein Trupti ki chin ko apni mutthi mein pakda. “Isliye aaj raat main tujhe itna yaad rakhne layak banaunga ki tu har raat mujhe apne andar feel karegi. Har subah jab uthegi, aur har baar jab tu mirror mein apna nanga jism dekhegi.”
Rahul ne bina koi waqt ganwaye Trupti ki black nighty ko dono haathon se pakda aur ek hi violent jhatke mein upar se kheench kar phadte hue utaar diya.
Rippp...
Satin ka kapda do tukdon mein bat kar flooring par ja gira. Trupti poori tarah nangi ho gayi—uski 38-inch ki bhari chhatiyan, uski patli kamar, aur uski nangi, gori jaanghein master bedroom ki dim light mein chamakne lagi.
Rahul ne apni kamar se towel bhi khol kar phek diya. Uska 8-inch ka mota, phula hua lund already ekdam patthar jaisa hard ho kar uski thigh par jhatke kha raha tha.
Rahul ne Trupti ko bed par nahi litaya. Usne Trupti ki baanh pakadi aur use bed se neeche kheench kar floor par bichhe hue bhari Turkish carpet ke upar phek diya—bilkul wahi jagah, bed ke theek bagal mein, jahan pehli raat unhone soye hue Sanjeev ke paas kiya tha. Symbolism poori tarah clear tha.
Rahul ek bhookhe shikaari ki tarah uske nange jism ke upar aa gaya. Usne sabse pehle Trupti ke hothon ko apne muh mein bhar kar behad violent, punishing kiss shuru kar di. Uski jeebh Trupti ke muh ke aakhiri kone tak jaakar uska thook choosne lagi.
Slurp... Slurp...
Phir woh Trupti ke hothon se hata aur uski gori gardan par chala gaya. Is baar Rahul ne sirf soft, loving kisses ya light bites nahi diye. Usne apne daanton ko Trupti ki sensitive skin mein gadhate hue gehre, intentional bite marks chhode—collarbone par, gardan ke side par, aur uske dono 38-inch ke boobs ke naram niphils ke aaspas. Aise laal-baingani marks jo hafte tak nahi mitenge, jinhe conceal karna aasan nahi hoga.
“Ahh... Rahul... mmh! D-Daant mat lagao... yeh marks dikh jaayenge...” Trupti ne dabi hui, tadapti hui aah nikaali. Uska sar carpet par idhar-udhar hil raha tha.




Dikhne do!” Rahul ne uske left boob ko poori mutthi mein crush karte hue kaha. “Agar dikhe, toh mere baap se bol dena ki insect ne kaat liya hai, ya door se lad gayi hai! Mujhe koi farak nahi padta. Teri skin par mera nishaan rehna chahiye.”
Rahul ne Trupti ki nangi legs ko pakad kar unhe poori tarah chauda kar diya. Bina kisi foreplay ke, bina kisi mercy ke, usne apne mota lund ke head ko Trupti ki geeli choot par rakha aur ek hi gehre, forceful jhatke mein poora andar tak ghus diya.
Phattt!
“Ahhhhh! Rahul!” Trupti ki peeth carpet se hawa mein uth gayi. Uski aakhein phail gayi.
Rahul ka shaft uski uterine wall ko hit kar gaya. Rahul ne uske dono haathon ko pakad kar unhe Trupti ke sar ke upar carpet par tight daba diya aur behad aggressive, violent pace mein dhakke maarne shuru kar diye.
Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!
Yeh pehli raaton jaisa controlled ya chhupta hua khel nahi tha. Yeh pure possessive dominance tha. Almost angry. Jaise woh ek saal ka intezaar aur doori abhi isi waqt Trupti ke jism se nikaal raha ho.
“Ek saal...” Rahul uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar har dhakke ke saath phusphusa raha tha, uski saans garam aag jaisi Trupti ki skin par lag rahi thi. “Is ek saal mein tu us Abhay ke saath soft-soft khelti rehna. Usse apne boobs choosne dena, usse kiss karne dena, usse shaadi ke jhoothe sapne dekhne dena... lekin har second yaad rakhna... tera jism mera hai! Teri choot meri hai! Tera orgasm aur tera paani sirf meri permission se nikalta hai!”
Trupti ki aankhon se continuous aasu beh kar carpet ko geela kar rahe the. Uska poora jism Rahul ke bhari, brutal jhatkon ke saath hil raha tha. Rough carpet uski nangi peeth par ragad kha raha tha, jisse ek teekha nasha aur dard paida ho raha tha. Har ek dhakka itna gehra tha jaise Rahul uske uterus ke andar apni permanent mohar laga raha ho.
Rahul ne ek jhatke mein position badal li. Usne Trupti ko ghutnon ke bal kar diya—doggystyle position mein. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko pakad kar use thoda aage jhukaya aur peeche se ek hi violent stroke mein poora lund andar ghusa diya.
Thapp!




Usne ek haath se Trupti ke lambe baalon ko mutthi mein pakad kar uska sar peeche ki taraf khincha, aur doosre haath se uske jhulte hue heavy boob ko masalne laga. Dhakke ab aur teez, aur bhayanak ho chuke the. Room mein sirf unke jismon ke takrane ki wet thapp-thapp aawaz goonj rahi thi, jo soye hue Sanjeev ki saanson ke neeche dab rahi thi.
“Jab main USA mein rahunga...” Rahul ne saans phoolte hue, Trupti ke kaan ke paas kaha, “...toh tu har week mujhe encrypted video call par nangi hokar dikhayegi. Mujhe batayegi ki Abhay ne kab aur kahan haath lagaya. Ek-ek detail degi. Samjhi tu?”
“H-Haan... Rahul... haan...” Trupti ne ghutnon par tike-tike, toot kar dabi aawaz mein confess kiya. Uska jism ab control mein nahi tha.
Rahul ne apni speed ko peak par pahuncha diya. Uska sweaty, muscular body Trupti ke nange hips se baar-baar takra raha tha. Kuch hi seconds baad, Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar ko dono haathon se tight pakad liya aur apne 8-inch ke lund ko Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre kone mein lock kar diya.
Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...
Rahul ka garam, gaadha aur heavy cum Trupti ki choot ke andar shoot hone laga. Garam paani ke itne jhatke andar gire ki woh uski choot se bahar nikal kar uski nangi jaanghon aur carpet par behne laga.
Lekin khel abhi khatam nahi hua tha. Rahul ne apna lund bahar nikala—Plop! Usne Trupti ko carpet par ghumaya, aur apne cum se lapat, abhi bhi aadhe hard lund ko seedha Trupti ke chehre aur hothon ke paas laakar khada kar diya.
“Saaf kar ise. Ek boond bhi nahi rehni chahiye.”
Trupti ne bina kisi hesitation ke apna muh khola. Usne Rahul ke lund ke supar-cap ko apne hothon mein bhara, uski underside ko apni jeebh se chaata, aur apne hi choot se nikle aur Rahul ke cum ko poori tarah choos kar saaf kiya, jab tak ki uska lund poori tarah soft nahi ho gaya.
Rahul ne Trupti ke bikhre hue baalon ko sehlaya. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa, thanda satisfaction tha.
“Kal subah jab main USA ke liye jaaunga... toh yeh saare bites aur marks tere jism par honge. Har baar jab tu kapde badlegi, har baar jab tu nahayegi, tujhe yaad aayega ki tu kiski rani hai. Ek saal baad jab main wapas lautunga... toh main ek-ek mark check karunga ki tu kitni badli hai... ya kitni meri reh gayi hai.”
Rahul ne Trupti ko floor se uthaya aur use bed par Sanjeev ke doosre side par litaya. Sanjeev abhi bhi ek taraf karwat liye so raha tha, apni patni aur bete ke is bhayanak paap se poori tarah anjaan.
Rahul ne Trupti ke maathe par ek aakhiri, soft kiss kiya.
“So ja. Kal subah 5:30 baje uthna hai. Main airport drop hone se pehle tujhe ek baar aur dekhna chahta hoon.”
Rahul ne floor se apna towel uthaya, kamar par lapeta, aur room ki kundi khol kar chupchap bahar nikal gaya.
Trupti master bedroom ke andhere mein nangi, bedsheet lapete hue leti rahi. Uski gardan, uske breasts aur uski collarbone par Rahul ke daanton ke gehre, baingani nishaan jalan kar rahe the. Uski choot ke andar abhi bhi uske apne hi bete ka garam cum rasa hua tha. Aur uske dil ke andar ek behad bhaari, khali aur aag se bhara hua sannata tha.
Ek poora saal.
Abhay ka woh soft, masoom pyar... jo ab aage badhega.
Rahul ka woh kala, incestuous kabza... jo ab doosre desh se bhi use control karega.
Aur un dono ke beech woh khud—Khanna khaandaan ki badi bahu, jo ab ek saal ke liye is aag ke khel mein akele jalne wali thi.

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Subah ki roshni Khanna Mansion ke bade-bade glass windows se hote hue pure drawing room mein phail chuki thi. Bahar garden mein chiriyon ki chahchahat thi, lekin ghar ke andar ek ajeeb si sannaata aur thandi khamoshi thi. Trupti ne apni aankhein kholi toh use pehle ek second ke liye laga ki shayad yeh sab ek bura sapna tha. Usne bed par karvat li, apna haath aage badhaya — par wahan sirf khali chaadar thi. Koi garam jism nahi, koi strong baahein nahi jo use apni taraf khech lein. Rahul ja chuka tha. Uska shehar, uska ghar, uske daant ke nishaan aur uski wo bhaari aawaz — sab pichle do dino mein jaise kahin gayab ho gaye the, aur peechhe chhod gaye the bas ye bada sa khali makan aur Trupti ka bechain dil.

Usne bistar se uthkar bathroom ki taraf kadam badhaye. Mirror ke saamne khade hokar jab usne apne chehre ko dekha, toh use wahi purani Trupti nazar aayi — campus ki Vice President, sabki pyaari, Abhay ki hone wali biwi. Lekin aankhon ke neeche wo dark circles, wo halki si soojan bata rahi thi ki sachai kuch aur thi. Kal raat Abhay ke saath bitaye gaye ghante aur woh soft, pure kiss abhi bhi uske hothon par the. Abhay ka pyaar ek safe harbour ki tarah tha, ek aisi zameen jahan pair rakhne par koi khatra nahi hota, koi darr nahi hota. Par Trupti ka dil ab us safe zameen par rehne ke kaabil nahi bacha tha. Rahul ka woh achanak aana aur fir yun chale jana, uske andar ek aisi aag laga gaya tha jo bujhne ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Tayyar hokar jab woh niche aayi, toh ghar bilkul sunsaan tha. Staff apne kaam mein laga hua tha, par unki aawazein bhi dheeri thi jaise is ghar ki udaasi un par bhi haavi ho. Trupti ne kuch khane ki koshish ki, par niwala gale se niche nahi utra. Usne apna bag uthaya aur gate ki taraf chal di. Bahar auto ki talash mein khadi thi ki tabhi ek familiar black bike aakar uske saamne ruki.
Abhay helmet utaar raha tha. Uske chehre par wahi chamak thi jo hamesha hoti thi jab woh Trupti ko dekhta tha. Usne apni black shirt pehni thi, baal thode se hawa mein bikhre hue the. Usne bike ka stand lagaya aur seedha Trupti ke paas aaya.
“Good morning, jaan,” Abhay ne muskurate hue kaha aur ek coffee cup uski taraf badhaya. “Teri favourite, extra cream ke saath. Mujhe pata hai tu subah jaldi mein kuch nahi khati, isliye yehi tera breakfast hai aaj.”



Trupti ne cup lete hue usko dekha. Uske haath ki garmahat cup se hote hue Trupti ke hatho tak pahunchi. “Thank you, Abhay… tu har baar mera itna khayal kyun rakhta hai?”

Abhay ne uska haath apne haath mein liya aur halka sa dabaya. “Kyunki tu meri hai. Aur 3rd year ka pehla din hai, college gate par sabki nazrein hum par hongi. Tu thodi nervous lag rahi hai?”
“Nahi… bas neend puri nahi hui,” Trupti ne nazrein jhuka li.
College gate par pahunchte hi wahi bheed, wahi shor aur wahi purana mahol mila. 3rd year ke students ke beech ek alag hi energy thi. Junior students unhe respect se dekh rahe the. Jaise hi Abhay aur Trupti corridor mein enter hue, logon ki kaan-phusi shuru ho gayi. Abhay ko Student Council President aur Trupti ko Vice President ke roop mein dekhkar sabhi keh rahe the — “The ultimate power couple.”
Abhay ne apna ek haath Trupti ki kamar par rakha, use apne thoda aur kareeb kiya aur dheere se bola, “Dekh, sabhi log humein hi dekh rahe hain. Officially campus ke sabse cool couple ban chuke hain hum.”
Trupti ne ek feeki si muskaan apne chehre par laane ki koshish ki. “Haan… sab theek hai.”
Lekin din bhar lectures ke dauran Trupti ka dimaag kahin aur hi bhatakta raha. Professor board par equations likh rahe the, aur Trupti apni notebook mein bas Rahul ka naam likh-likh kar kaat rahi thi. Lunch break mein Abhay use canteen ke corner table par le gaya. Usne apne haath se Trupti ko khana khilaya, college fest ke bare mein bataya, aur unki aane wali shaadi ke sapne sajata raha. Trupti bas “hmm” aur “haan” kehti rahi. Uski aankhein Abhay ke chehre par thi, par dimaag Khanna Mansion ki uss dark room mein tha jahan Rahul ki T-shirt abhi bhi uske bistar par rakhi thi.
Shaam ko jab classes khatam hui, toh Abhay use ek peaceful café mein le gaya. Wahan ek isolated corner table par baith kar unhone coffee order ki. Abhay ne Trupti ka haath apne haathon mein liya aur apne anguthe se uski ungliyon ko sehlaane laga.
“Trupti, sach bata kya baat hai?” Abhay ki aawaz mein ab ek chinta thi, ek darr tha jo woh chhupa nahi paa raha tha. “Pichle do dino se tu mere paas hokar bhi mere paas nahi hai. Jab main tujhse baat karta hoon, tera dimaag kahin aur hota hai. Koi problem hai kya?”
Trupti ka gala sookh gaya. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha — wahi masoom, saccha pyaar jo uspar jaan chhidakta tha. Uske andar achanak guilt ka ek bada sa pahaad toot pada. Main iske saath dhokha kar rahi hoon.
“Kuch nahi, Abhay… bas ghar par thoda akelapan lag raha hai. Mummy-papa bahar gaye hain, aur ye bada sa ghar… ajeeb lagta hai,” Trupti ne aakhiri koshish karke jhooth bola.
Abhay ne uska haath uthakar apne gaal par laga liya. Uska touch itna warm aur comforting tha ki Trupti ke aansu nikalne hi wale the. “Main hoon na yaar. Jab tak main hoon, tu akeli kaise ho sakti hai? Chal, main tujhe abhi ghar chhod deta hoon, tu achhe se rest kar.”
Jab woh café se bahar nikle aur parking mein aaye, toh Abhay ne bina kisi warning ke Trupti ko apni taraf khinch liya. Usne apne hoth Trupti ke hothon par rakh diye.
Wo kiss shuru mein bahut soft aur gentle tha. Abhay apne pure pyaar aur care ke sath uske hothon par apne hoth move kar raha tha, jaise woh Trupti ko har darr se azaad kar dena chahta ho. Trupti ne bhi aankhein band kar li aur us kiss ka jawab diya. Abhay ke haath uski kamar par the, unka physical contact dheere-dheere gehra hota gaya. Abhay ne apni jeebh se Trupti ke hothon ko kholne ki koshish ki, aur Trupti ne apna muh khol diya. Wo kiss lambi aur intense hoti gayi. Abhay ki saansein tez ho rahi thi, aur Trupti ke haath Abhay ke baalon mein jakad chuke the.



Lekin is gehre kiss ke beech, achanak se Trupti ke dimag mein Rahul ka woh roop aa gaya — woh brutal, possessive kiss, wo zidd, wo daant ke nishaan jo uske jism par chhod gaya tha. Wo aag jo Rahul ki ek jhalak se bhadak uthti thi, woh Abhay ke is pure aur gentle pyaar ke saamne ek alag hi daastan keh rahi thi.

Trupti ne hichkichaate hue apna chehra piche kiya. Usne apni saansein control ki.
Abhay ne thoda hairan hokar, pyaar bhari aankhon se use dekha. “Kya hua, jaan? Thhak gayi hai kya?”
“Haan… thoda headache ho raha hai, Abhay,” Trupti ne nazrein churate hue kaha.
Abhay ne uska maatha choom liya. “Koi baat nahi. Chal, ghar chalte hain.”
Raste bhar bike par baithte waqt Trupti ne Abhay ki kamar ko pakda hua tha, par uska jism thanda pad chuka tha. Jab Abhay ne use Khanna Mansion ke gate par utara, toh usne wahi standard alvida kaha — “Good night, jaan. Call karna mat bhoolna.” Trupti ne muskurate hue haan kaha aur gate ke andar chali gayi.
Jaise hi bada sa darwaza band hua aur andar andhera sa chhaya, Trupti ne apne heels utare aur seedhi upar Rahul ke room ki taraf bhagi. Usne darwaza andar se lock kiya, light on nahi ki, aur sidhe bed par gir gayi.
Usne wahi black T-shirt uthayi jo Rahul ki thi. Usne use apne chehre se chipka liya. Us T-shirt mein abhi bhi Rahul ke perfume ki wo heavy, masculine smell thi jo Trupti ke pure system ko nasha de rahi thi. Uski aankhon se ansu behnikle, jo ab tak roke hue the.
Ek taraf Abhay tha — campus ka hero, ek ideal boyfriend, ek aisi future life ki guarantee jismein sirf sukoon, izzat aur saaf-suthra pyaar tha. Abhay ke sath hone ka matlab tha ki samaj ki nazron mein sab kuch perfect tha.
Aur dusri taraf Rahul tha — ek aisi aandhi jo sab kuch ujaad kar rakh deti thi, ek aisi bhookh jo Trupti ke andar ke har ek dabaye hue armaan ko jaga deti thi, ek aisa rishta jo paap tha, jo galat tha, lekin jiske bina Trupti ka saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha.
Usne T-shirt ko aur kas kar apne seene se laga liya. Hothon par Abhay ke kiss ki woh soft nami abhi bhi thi, lekin dil ke andar Rahul ke daant ke nishaanon ki jalan bhi taza thi. Wo dono duniya ke do alag kismo ke kinaro par khadi thi, aur beech mein thi Trupti — jo na Abhay ko chhod sakti thi, aur na Rahul ki us dark addiction se bahar aa sakti thi.
Kamre ke andhere mein Trupti ki siskiyan goonj rahi thi. Ek saal... abhi ek saal baaki tha college khatam hone mein, aur is lambi ladaai mein uska khud ka wajood kahan jaakar rukega, yeh woh khud nahi jaanti thi.


Shaam ke 6:45 baj rahe the.

Trupti ne mirror ke saamne khade hokar apni white top aur light-blue high-waist jeans ko ek baar phir dhyan se check kiya. Top ka neck thoda deep tha, jisse uski collarbones aur neck line saaf dikh rahi thi. Baal khule the, halki hawa mein udate hue. Hothon par soft pink lipstick thi jo uske chehre par ek fresh glow de rahi thi. Pichle kai dino se woh Abhay ke saath properly time spend nahi kar paayi thi — kabhi college ke kaam, kabhi personal commitments aur aisi hi baatein beech mein aa rahi thi. Aaj usne subah hi khud Abhay ko message karke kaha tha, "Aaj tu drive nahi karega. Main aati hoon."
Uske paas apni black Hyundai Creta thi, jo usne khud drive karne ke liye li thi. Doosri taraf, Abhay ke paas sirf ek purani bike thi, jis par woh aksar college aur baahar ghuma karta tha. Ek middle-class background se aane wale ladke ke liye yeh sab normal tha, aur Trupti ne kabhi bhi us baat ko ya uske paas gaadi na hone ko kabhi koi issue nahi banaya tha. Uske liye Abhay ka hona hi kaafi tha.
Woh gaadi lekar seedha Abhay ke ghar ke paas pahunchi. Abhay wahan already bahar khada uska intezaar kar raha tha — ek simple black shirt aur dark jeans mein, jiske sleeves usne elbows tak roll up kiye hue the. Usne jaise hi Trupti ki Creta ko dekha, uske chehre par ek rahat bhari aur pyaar bhari muskaan aa gayi.
Woh passenger seat ka darwaza kholkar baitha aur seat belt pehnta hua bola, "Aaj tu drive kar rahi hai?" usne thoda haste hue poocha.
Trupti ne gear shift karte hue kaha, "Haan. Tu hamesha mujhe apni bike par le jaata hai aur drive karta hai. Aaj main le jaa rahi hoon, mera bhi man tha."
Abhay ne jhuk kar uske gaal par apni ungli feri aur dheemi aawaz mein kaha, "Phir toh aaj tu hi boss hai, madam."
Trupti ne halki si khubsoorat muskaan di aur gaadi aage badha di.
Pehle woh ek quiet aur peaceful lakeside restaurant gaye, jahan zyada bheed nahi thi. Dinner kaafi simple aur comfortable tha — white sauce pasta, garlic bread, aur refreshing mocktails. Poore dinner ke dauran Abhay ki nazrein sirf aur sirf Trupti par thi. Kabhi woh table ke across uska haath apne haath mein le leta, kabhi uske baalon ki lutt ko kaan ke peeche kar deta. Baatein kaafi normal aur sukoon bhari thin — college ki upcoming activities, college fest ke plans, aur unke future ke chote-chote sapne. Lekin is sab ke beech, Abhay ki nazar baar-baar ghoom-fir kar Trupti ke hothon par aur uske top ke deep neck par chali jaati thi, jisse uski aankhon mein ek alag hi chamak aa jaati thi.
Dinner khatam hone ke baad jab woh gaadi mein wapas aaye, toh Trupti ne steering wheel par haath rakhte hue kaha, "Chal… thodi der aur ghumte hain. Ghar jaane ka man nahi hai abhi."
Woh shehar ke shor-sharaabe se door, ek sunsaan aur isolated road ki taraf chal padi, jahan street lights kaafi kam thin aur road ke dono taraf bade-bade gane ped the. Mahol bilkul shant tha. Trupti ne gaadi roadside par lagakar engine band kar diya. Abhi gaadi ke andar sirf unki dheemi saansein thi aur AC ki halki si huming sound thi.
Abhay ne apni seat se mudkar uski taraf dekha aur poocha, "Yahan kyun ruk gayi? Kuch hua kya?"
Trupti ne bina kuch kahe apni seat belt kholi aur seat par thoda ghum kar Abhay ki taraf mudi. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si zid aur khichav tha. "Kyunki… mujhe tujhe kiss karna tha. Aur yahan koi nahi hai."
Abhay ki aankhon mein turant ek gahri garmi aur desire utar aayi. Usne ek pal bhi zaya kiye bina apna haath aage badhaya, Trupti ka chehra apne dono haathon ke cup mein liya, aur bina kisi der ke uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye.



Pehla kiss kaafi slow aur soft tha, jaise dono ek doosre ki maujoodgi ko mehsoos kar rahe ho. Lekin dheere-dheere woh gehra hota gaya. Abhay ki jeebh ne jaise hi Trupti ke hothon ki lakeer ko chhuda, Trupti ne apna munh thoda aur khol diya. Unke hoth aapas mein milkar geele ho rahe the. Abhay ne bina soche uski kamar par apni mazboot pakad banayi aur usse apni taraf khinch liya. Beech mein rakhi hui gear console dono ke jism ke beech takra rahi thi, lekin is waqt unhe is baat se zara sa bhi fark nahi pad raha tha ki woh kahan the.

Kiss ke beech mein hi Abhay ki saansein bhari ho gayi thin. Usne dheemi, nasha bhari aawaz mein kaha, "Fuck… kitne soft hain tere hoth, Trupti. Roz subah uthkar yahi sochta hoon ki inhe kaise choosun, kaise apne paas rakhun."
Trupti ke munh se ek halki si moan nikaali. Usne apna ek haath Abhay ke baal mein daalakar uske sar ko aur zor se apne kareeb kar liya. Kiss aur zyada intense ho gaya. Is dauran Abhay ka haath dheere se sarakta hua Trupti ki white top ke neeche chala gaya. Bina kisi jhijhak ke usne seedha uske left bra cup ko upar kiya aur uske nange, garam boob ko apne poore haath mein bhar liya.
"Ahh… Abhay…" Trupti ki ek patli si aawaz nikaal gayi aur uski peeth thodi si arch ho gayi.





Abhay ne uske soft nipple ko apni ungliyon ke beech mein lekar halka sa press kiya. Uske tone mein ek alag hi possession tha. "Itne tight ho gaye hain… tu bhi nahi chahti thi na rukna? Sach bata, kitna miss kar rahi thi mujhe?"

Trupti ne sharm aur jism ki garmi se apni aankhein band kar li aur uska chehra phir se choom liya. Uske andar kahin na kahin ek chota sa guilt zaroor tha — ek aisi hi dastan ka jo purani yaadon aur doosre rishton se judi thi — lekin is waqt uske jism ne har ek sawal ka jawab sirf physical response dekar khatam kar diya tha. Abhay ne uske dono boobs ko top ke upar nikaal liya. Uski soft, bhari hui chhatiyan ab poori tarah Abhay ke nange haathon mein thin. Woh kabhi ek ko dabata, kabhi nipples ko pinch karta, aur phir khud ko rok na paakar jhuk gaya aur seedha uske ek boob ko apne munh mein bhar kar choosne laga.
"Abhay… aahh… yarr… aisi mat kar…" Trupti ki moan ab thodi tez aur behqti hui ho gayi thi. Usne Abhay ka sar apne boobs par aur zor se chipkaye rakha, apni ungliyon ko uske baalon mein uljhaate hue. Abhay uske left nipple ko apane geele munh mein lekar zor-zor se choos raha tha, apni jeebh ko uske palle par ghumate hue, jabki doosre haath se woh right boob ko daba raha tha.
"Itna tasty hai tu…" Abhay ne munh thoda hata kar, gaalon par paseena liye kaha. "Mera bas chale toh main roz din bhar bas inhe choosun. Tere ye soft boobs… sirf aur sirf mere hain."
Trupti ki saansein ab kaafi tez chal rahi thi, uske seene ka utaar-chadhaw saaf dikh raha tha. Usne bina soche Abhay ka ek haath pakda aur usse dheere se kheench kar apni jeans ke front button par rakh diya. Abhay ek pal ke liye ruka, uski aankhon mein ek shaitani aur deewangi bhari chamak thi. Woh samajh gaya tha ki Trupti kya chahti hai. Usne turant uski jeans ka metal button khola, zip ko neeche kiya, aur apna garam haath seedha andar daal diya. Uski ungliyan bina kisi rukawat ke seedha panty ke fabric ko cheerte hue andar utar gayi.
"Fuck, itni geeli hai tu andar se…" Abhay ne uske kaan ke paas, ek dam garm saanson mein phusfusaya. "Bas itna sa kiss karne aur touch karne se hi itna bhig gayi meri jaan?"
Trupti ne sharm aur pure surrender ke aalam mein apna chehra Abhay ke kandhe par chhupa liya, lekin uske munh se nikalne wali moans nahi ruki. "Mmm… Abhay… please… ruk mat…"
Abhay ne apni do ungliyan uski choot ke andar ghusa di. Wahan ka mahol bilkul garam, geele aur tight tha. Woh apni ungliyon ko dheere-dheere andar-bahar karne laga, aur sath hi apne thumb se uske clit ko halka-halka press kar raha tha. Trupti ki kamar gaadi ki seat par apne aap upar-neeeche hilne lagi. Uska jism is waqt kisi electric current ki tarah kaap raha tha.
"Aahh… haan… wahin par… aahhh… Abhay… dheere… nahi, tez kar… aahhh…" uski aawaz toot rahi thi, gale se bas siskiyan nikal rahi thin.
Abhay ne apni ungliyon ki speed ko aur tez kar diya. Uski ungliyon ki movement se geelapan aur badh gaya tha, aur car ke andar ek halki si geeli aawaz goonj rahi thi. Trupti ne Abhay ki black shirt ko apni mutthi mein itna kas liya tha ki uske nakhun Abhay ki peeth ki skin par gad rahe the, jisse Abhay ko dard nahi balki ek aur zyada maza aa raha tha.
"Itni tight choot… saali kitni horny ho gayi hai aaj mere liye," Abhay ne ek dam dirty aur raw tone mein kaha, jo Trupti ko aur bhi paagal kar raha tha. "Sach kahun toh mera dil karta hai ki abhi ke abhi isme apna lund daal kar tujhe poora bhar doon. Aaj nahi… kyunki main tujhe car mein aise nahi lena chahta, lekin bohot jaldi… bohot jaldi main tujhe poora lunga, hamesha ke liye."
Trupti ki aankhein pichhak gayi, dimaag sunn ho gaya tha. Usne apna munh Abhay ke gale aur shoulder mein daba liya taaki agar koi aas-paas se guzre toh uski chillane ki awaaz bahar na aaye. Uska poora jism ek hard stiffness mein badalne laga tha. "Abhay… main… aahh… aa rahi hoon… bas… bas…!"



Nikal… mere haath pe nikal de sab kuch," Abhay ne aur zyada aggressive hote hue apni ungliyon ki speed ko peak par pahuncha diya.

Aur usi pal, Trupti ka ek zabardast orgasm hit hua. Uska poora jism ek jhatke se kaanp utha. Uski choot ne Abhay ki ungliyon ko andar se itni buri tarah tightly pakad liya ki Abhay ko khud us intensity ka ehsaas hua. Ek lambi, tharthi hui aur behad loud moan Trupti ke munh se nikal gayi jo car ke glass par takra kar reh gayi. "Aahhh… fuck… Abhay… ahhhhh!"
Woh agle kuch seconds tak Abhay ke haath mein hi thar-thar kaapti rahi, saansein ruki hui thin. Abhay ne dheere-dheere apni ungliyan uske andar se bahar nikaali. Usne un geele, glistening haathon aur ungliyon ko Trupti ke hothon ke paas laya aur bola, "Chaath isko."
Trupti ne halki si khuli hui aankhon se dekha. Thodi si sharm zaroor aayi, lekin bina kisi hesitation ke usne Abhay ki un ungliyon ko apne munh mein liya aur poori tarah saaf kar diya. Abhay ne turant jhuk kar uske hothon ko ek aur deep, rich kiss kiya, unke beech us apas ke taste ko share karte hue.
Thodi der tak dono wahan khamosh baith kar apni saansein normal karte rahe. Phir Abhay ne pyaar se Trupti ke boobs ko wapas uski bra mein set kiya, uski top ko theek kiya, aur Trupti ne apni jeans ka button aur zip band ki.
Abhay ne jhuk kar uske maathe par ek lamba aur warm kiss kiya. "Itni sexy hai tu… sach mein, kabhi-kabhi khud par control rakhna impossible ho jaata hai mere liye."
Trupti ne apna haath Abhay ke gaal par rakha. Uski aankhein ab bhi thodi heavy aur geeli thi. "Tu bhi… mujhe pata hai."
Usne gaadi ka engine start kiya, aur wapas shehar ki roshniyon ki taraf nikal padi. Poore raaste bhar Abhay ne uska ek haath apne haath mein kas kar pakde rakha, aur beech-beech mein apna doosra haath Trupti ki jaangh par rakh kar usey sehlaata raha.
Jab gaadi Khanna Mansion ke bade se gate par pahunchi, toh Abhay ne utarne se pehle usse ek last, soft aur pyaar bhara kiss diya.
"Kal milte hain college mein. Aur yaad rakhna… next time," usne Trupti ke kaan ke paas dheere se kaha, "main tujhe poora lunga, apne room mein, bina kisi jaldbazi ke."
Trupti ne sharmate hue apni aankhein neeche ki. "Good night, Abhay."
Woh gaadi se utar kar andar aayi. Bada sa khali ghar, jahan sannata saas le raha tha.
Usne seedha washroom mein jaakar apna chehra paani se dhoya. Mirror mein dekhne par usey pata chala ki uske hoth thode suje hue aur red the, aur uski gardan par Abhay ke passionate kiss ke halka sa nishaan bhi chhod gaya tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech ab bhi us intimacy ka geelapan mehsoos ho raha tha.
Usne apni aankhein band kar li.
Abhay ka touch bohot soft tha, passionate tha, aur un dirty words ke bawajood usme ek aisi care thi jo Trupti ko andar tak pighla deti thi. Usne is sab ko poori tarah enjoy kiya tha — uske jism ne har ek second ke liye Abhay ko bina kisi shart ke respond kiya tha.
Lekin jab woh chal kar apne andhere aur sunsaan room mein aayi, toh achanak uski nazar us black T-shirt par padi jo almari ke ek kone mein chupchap rakhi thi.
Ek saal…
Abhay usse yeh sab kuch dega — pyaar, touch, physical intimacy, woh dirty words aur wo saare intense orgasms. Woh usse beinteha chahta hai, aur isme koi shak nahi tha ki Abhay ke dil mein Trupti ke liye ek saccha respect bhi tha. Woh hamesha yahi kehta tha ki Trupti uske liye sirf ek physical attraction nahi, balki uski future wife aur uski life ka sabse important hissa hai. Abhay ko yeh bhi acche se pata tha ki Trupti kabhi bhi aisi ladki nahi ban sakti jo apne morals ya boundaries ko cross kare, isliye woh har cheez mein uska dhyan rakhta tha. Jaise vacation par bhi, jab Abhay ke paas mauka tha, tab bhi usne car mein kuch aisi zabardasti ya galat harkat nahi ki thi kyunki woh chahta tha ki jab bhi woh Trupti ko poori tarah paaye, toh woh ek romantic aur proper tarike se ho, na ki kisi hasty ya cheap tarike se.
Lekin in sab ke beech, woh khali jagah jo Rahul ne chhod di thi… woh jagah aaj bhi bilkul waise hi khali padi thi.
Trupti bed par lette hue upar ceiling ki taraf dekhne lagi. Uski saansein ab normal ho chuki thin, aur hothon par Abhay ke kiss ka taste abhi bhi baaki tha.
Lekin dimaag mein ek aisi hi purani baat ghoomi — kuch din pehle hi Abhay ke sath baith kar unhone Rahul ke baare mein thodi baat ki thi. Abhay ne khud bataya tha ki Rahul ka ek message aaya tha ki woh USA ja raha hai, aur Abhay uske liye kaafi khush dikh raha tha kyunki Rahul ke pita kaafi rich the aur woh wahan settle ho raha tha. Trupti ne bas halka sa nod karke kaha tha ki Rahul ek acha ladka hai aur usne unki mushkil waqt mein kaafi madad ki thi. Abhay ne bhi turant maan liya tha aur kaha tha, "Haan, he was our saviour in many ways."
Lekin sirf Trupti hi jaanti thi ki sach kya tha — Rahul koi sirf ek madadgar nahi, balki us pure game ka mastermind tha jisne yeh sab kuch khada kiya tha. Aur abhi, jabki Abhay ko is baat ka door-door tak koi andaza nahi tha ki Trupti aur Rahul ke beech kya gheri, complex aur physical history reh chuki hai — kyonki Abhay ke liye Trupti bas ek innocent, pyaari si ladki thi jise woh apni wife banana chahta tha — tabhi achanak se Trupti ke phone ki screen chamki.
Ek naya message screen par flash hua.
Aur woh message kisi aur ka nahi, balki seedha Rahul ka tha — ek aisi image ya hint ke sath jo sirf isliye bheja gaya tha taaki Abhay ke samne yah fir Trupti ko yeh yaad rahe ki Rahul abhi bhi background mein kahin na kahin zinda hai, aur Abhay yeh kabhi nahi jaan paayega ki Trupti sach mein kis-kis ke sath jud chuki thi. Trupti ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya, aur room ka andhera usey aur bhi zyada gahra lagne laga.







Morning Routine & The Chaos Committee
Subah ke 7:20 baj rahe the.
Girls hostel ke second floor par room no. 204 mein Trupti ki aankhein khuli. Ussne pehle pale yellow ceiling ke cracks ko dekha, phir slow motion mein side mein Sheetal ke bed ki taraf nazar ghumaayi. Sheetal abhi bhi deep sleep mein thi — ek taang blanket se bahar latki hui thi, aur uska muh pillow mein poori tarah dabaaya hua tha. Kamre mein ek halki si basanti aur lavender ki khushbu tair rahi thi, jo Sheetal ke wooden diffuser se aa rahi thi.
Trupti ne bina koi aawaz kiye dheere se kambal hataya. Thandi tile floor par pair rakhte hi ek halka sa shiver daud gaya. Woh chupchaap uthkar bathroom mein chali gayi. Mirror ke samne khade hokar usne cold water se apna face wash kiya. Jab usne towel se chehra pocha aur mirror mein dekha, toh aankhon ke neeche ki thakan thodi kam zaroor lagi, lekin poori tarah gayab nahi hui thi. Pichle kai din se woh conscious effort kar rahi thi normal rehne ka. Abhay ke saath time spend karna, lectures attend karna, friends ke saath baithna… sab kuch ek routine ki tarah chal raha tha. Lekin woh jaanti thi ki yeh sab ek shield ki tarah tha. Asli test toh tab hota tha jab raat ko hostel ki lights off hoti thi, aur woh khali pan ek baar phir se uske chaaron taraf ghera daal leta tha.
Jab woh fresh hokar bahar aayi, toh Sheetal apne bed par stretch karte hue ungli kar rahi thi.
“Uth gayi early bird?” Sheetal ne apni ek aankh kholkar, baalon mein haath firate hue kaha. “Aaj Friday hai yaar. Weekend shuru hone wala hai. Thoda aur so na leti, kaunsa attendance kam hai teri.”
“Habit ho gayi hai subah jaldi uthne ki,” Trupti ne halka sa muskuraate hue cupboard se apni fresh kurti nikaalte hue kaha. “Tu naha ke aa jaldi. Main group mein dekh leti hoon kya plan hai aaj ka canteen ka.”
Trupti ne apna phone uthaya. WhatsApp par unke core friends group ka naam tha **“The Chaos Committee”**. Is group ke 5 pillar the — Trupti, Sheetal, Kriti, Meher, aur Ananya.
Group chat subah se hi buzzing thi:
**Kriti:**
Aaj canteen mein 1 baje sharp milna sab log. Ek important baat discuss karni hai, koi excuse nahi chalega.
**Meher:**
Important ya phir tu kisi naye senior ya ladke ke bare mein gossip karne wali hai? Pehle hi bata de, biology assignment poora nahi hua hai mera.
**Ananya:**
Dono exactly same cheez hai Meher ? Kriti ke liye kisi cute ladke ka hona hi world war 3 jitna important hota hai.
**Kriti:**
Chup baitho dono. Iss baar serious hoon yaar. Aana zaroor hai.
Trupti ne apna phone unlock karke type kiya:
**Trupti:**
Main aa rahi hoon time par. Sheetal ko uthane mein abhi 15-20 minute aur lagenge, toh hum dono saath hi enter karenge canteen mein.
Sheetal bathroom ke darwaze se baahar aate hue chillaayi, “Main sun rahi hoon sab! Aur 10 minute mein ready hoke baahar aa rahi hoon, jhooti afwah mat faila.”

 College Campus & The Friday Vibe
College campus mein Friday ka mahaul hamesha se thoda light, thoda lazy aur energetic hota tha. Last lectures ke baad students ke chehron par weekend ka sukoon saaf dikhta tha. Trupti apni regular classes attend karti rahi, notes banati rahi, par dhyan kahin aur hi bhatak raha tha.
Kabhi-kabhi psychology department ke corridor se guzarte waqt Abhay se achanak nazar mil jaati thi. Woh door se hi apni signature, crooked smile deta tha. Kai baar toh woh apni class se nikal kar seedha Trupti ke paas aata, bina kisi parwah ke uske baal se halka sa khelta, aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se bolta — “Shaam ko free hai na? Canteen ke peeche milte hain.”
Trupti bina soche haan bol deti thi. Unka yeh soft public affection aur comfort ab poore campus mein ek normal baat ban chuki thi. College ke juniors aur baaki students unhe ek 'power couple' ki tarah dekhte the. Koi ab unhe dekh kar chalta nahi tha ya kaan-phusi nahi karta tha; sabko pata tha yeh dono ek-dusre ke liye fix hain.
Dophar ke 1 baje, jab bell baji, toh sabhi log canteen ki taraf bhage. Canteen ka corner table — jo hamesha unhi ke group ke liye reserved maana jata tha — wahan poori gang ikattha ho thi.
Kriti ne jaise hi Trupti ko table par aate dekha, apna juice ka glass side mein rakhte hue bola, “Arre madam, aa jao! Waise ab toh tu aur Abhay officially campus ke king-queen ho gaye ho. Sach batao, kal library ke bahar kya scene chal raha tha? Maine apni aankhon se dekha usne tujhe corner mein rok kar kiss kar liya tha.”
Sheetal ne apni coffee ka cup rakhte hue aankhein badi karte hue turant poocha, “Kiss? Open mein library ke paas? Details de jaldi!”
Trupti ke gore gaal ekdum se laal tamatar ho gaye. Usne apne haath ke paas rakha napkin utha kar Kriti ki taraf phenkte hue kaha, “Kuch bhi mat bol Kriti! Aisa kuch nahi tha… bas ek normal sa… peck tha. Itna bada chadha ke mat bol baat ko.”
Meher ne zor se haste hue kaha, “Peck bolke tu humein bewakoof mat bana Trupti. Kal poori second year ki ladkiyan tujhe corridor mein aise ghoor rahi thi jaise tera khoon pi jayengi. Abhay ki itni badi fan following hai, aur tune akele hi sabko single-handedly friend-zone kar diya hai. Yeh teri ultimate power hai yaar.”
Ananya ne apna straw chabate hue, ek philosophical expression ke saath kaha, “Sach mein yaar. Abhay ka attitude hi alag ho gaya hai jab se woh tere sath hai. Woh pehle kitna aloof rehta tha, kisi se dhang se baat nahi karta tha, par tere samne aate hi uska soft side bahar aa jata hai.”
Trupti ne ek feeki si hasne ki koshish ki. Ussne apne andar chal rahe storm ko chupane ke liye cup ko ghumaaya aur boli, “Band karo yaar yeh sab. Normal baat hai, itna bada issue mat banao isko.”
Kriti ne thoda serious hote hue aage badhkar Trupti ka haath apne haath mein liya. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha aur boli, “Normal nahi hai, kyunki hum tujhe saalon se jaante hain. Tum dono cute ho, ismein koi shak nahi hai. Lekin haan… ek baat sach bolun? Pichle kuch dino se tu andar se thodi quiet lag rahi hai. Jaise teri body yahan hai, par tera dhyan kahin aur hi fasa hua hai. Sab theek hai na ghar par?”
Trupti ka dil ek second ke liye zorse dhadka. Lekin usne turant apne aap ko sambhala aur ek convincing smile chehre par le aayi. “Haan yaar, bilkul theek hai. Bas… ghar thoda khali-khali lag raha hai. Papa aur mummy dono kuch dino ke liye baahar gaye hain relatives ke yahan, toh akeli thi kuch din, bas wahi adjustment problem chal rahi hai.”
Sheetal ne turant apna kandha Trupti ke kandhe se touch karte hue uske upar haath rakha. “Koi baat nahi pagli. Hostel mein hum sab hain na tere paas. Agar akela ya bore feel ho toh seedha bata dena. Aaj raat ko room mein proper gossip + double cheese Maggi ka plan pakka hai.”
Group mein sabne haan mein gardan hilaayi aur baatein phir se track par aa gayi. Phir baatein shuru ho gayi college ki random cheezon par — kis junior ne kis senior ko Valentine jaisa lamba चौड़ा love letter likh diya hai, kaunsa professor internal marks mein kaatne ki dhamki de raha hai, aur upcoming annual cultural fest mein unke department ko kaunsi dance performance karni chahiye. Trupti beech-beech mein has rahi thi, baaki sabke jokes par react kar rahi thi, lekin jab bhi thodi der ke liye sannata hota, uski nazar table se uthkar canteen ke glass door ke baahar raste par chali jaati. Ek pal ke liye usse aisa laga jaise koi anjaan saaya, koi aisi cheez jo wahan honi nahi chahiye thi, usse door se dekh rahi ho… par jab usne dhyan se dekha, toh wahan sirf kuch students chal rahe the. Koi nahi tha.


 Evening Coffee & The Quiet Shadows
Shaam ke lectures khatam hone ke baad, jab poora campus thoda shaant ho gaya tha, Abhay tahlte hue canteen ke peeche wale quiet lawn mein mila. Wahan chote-chote benches par kuch hi log baite the. Abhay ne aate hi Trupti ka haath apne haath mein liya, uski ungliyon ko apni ungliyon mein fasaaya, aur dheere se bench par baith gaya.
“Aaj tu poore din group ke saath thi na? Maza aaya kuch relaxation mila?” Abhay ne uske chehre ki taraf dekhte hue poocha, jaise woh uske andar ke har ek emotion ko padhna chahta ho.
“Haan… thoda normal feel hua. Girls ke sath baith kar thoda distraction mil jata hai,” Trupti ne sach kaha, par usne apni aawaz mein ek thakan chupa li jo Abhay se zyada der chup nahi reh sakti thi.
Abhay ne apne ek haath se Trupti ke kaan ke peeche se unke baal hataate hue, thoda sa close hoke bola, “Main chahta hoon tu hamesha aise hi khul ke smile kare, Trupti. Jab tu achanak se quiet ho jaati hai na, aur teri aankhon mein ek alag sa khali pan dikhta hai, toh sach mein main andar se tension mein aa jata hoon. Mujhse kuch chupa mat kar.”
Trupti ne Abhay ke haath ko aur kas kar daba diya. Uske dil mein Abhay ke liye ek bepanah pyaar aur care thi, kyunki Abhay hi woh insaan tha jo uske badalte moods ko bina kisi shikayat ke jhel raha tha. “Main bilkul theek hoon Abhay. Sach mein. Bas thodi neend poori nahi hui hai.”
Unhone wahan baith kar thodi der aur baatein ki — college ki gossip, future ke plans, aur weekend par kahan ghumne jana hai iske bare mein. Jab shaam ka andhera thoda gehra hone laga, toh Abhay ne usse hostel ke gate tak drop kiya. Gate par pahunch kar Abhay ne hamesha ki tarah koi over-dramatic scene nahi kiya, bas uske maathe par ek soft, comforting kiss kiya. It was simple, it was sweet, aur public ke saamne utna hi kaafi tha.
### Night, Maggi, and the Unseen Pull
Raat ke 9:40 baj rahe the.
Hostel room no. 204 ki lights on thin. Sheetal ne apne electric kettle mein paani ubaal kar special double-masala Maggi banayi thi. Dono apne-apne bed par paalथी maarkar baithi thin aur ek hi bowl se fork se Maggi kha rahi thin. Samne wall-mounted chote se TV par koi random, mindless rom-com movie chal rahi thi jiska aawaz bas background mein aa raha tha.
Maggi ka ek fork muh mein daalte hue Sheetal ne achanak se TV se nazar hata kar Trupti ki taraf dekha aur serious tone mein boli, “Tu sachchi mein theek hai na, Trupti? Dekh, main tujhe itne saal se jaanti hoon. Jab tu andar se pareshan hoti hai, toh tu sabse zyada normal hone ka natak karti hai. Kabhi-kabhi tu itni door chali jaati hai, aisa lagta hai ki tera jism is room mein hai, par tera dohara dimag kahin aur hi atka hua hai.”
Trupti ke haath mein pakda hua fork beech mein hi ruk gaya. Ussne kuch der ke liye apna sir jhuka liya. Ek lambi saans li, aur dheere se boli, “Bas… thoda adjust karna pad raha hai yaar. Mummy-papa ke bina ghar ka mahaul poori tarah alag lagta hai. Yahan hostel ki duniya alag hai. Aur… pata nahi, andar se ek bahut hi ajeeb sa emotional phase chal raha hai jise main khud define nahi kar paa rahi hoon.”
Sheetal ne bina kuch soche turant apna bowl side mein rakha aur Trupti ke bagal mein apne bed par khisak kar aayi. Ussne apna haath Trupti ke kandhe par rakha aur pyaar se boli, “Dekh, agar tujhe kuch share nahi karna ya tu comfortable nahi hai, toh mat bol. Zabardasti nahi hai. Lekin bas itna yaad rakhna — yahan main hoon, Kriti hai, aur poora group hai tere peechhe khada hua. Tu akeli nahi hai, samjhi?”
Trupti ne Sheetal ki taraf dekha aur is baar uske chehre par koi fake ya forced smile nahi thi. Ek real, grateful smile ke saath uski aankhon ke kinare thode nam ho gaye. “Pata hai mujhe yaar. Isliye hi toh main yahan manage kar paa rahi hoon, nahi toh kab ki pagal ho chuki hoti.”
Thodi der wahan chupchaap baithne ke baad, unka room ka atmosphere thoda light ho gaya. Tabhi achanak se unka group chat phir se ping hua.
**Kriti:**
Kal Saturday night hai! Ek proper night out ka plan banaye kya? Movie dekhne chalte hain, aur movie ke baad late night ice-cream ka session pakka!
**Meher:**
Main ekdam in hoon! Mujhe bas ice-cream ka naam mat lo, bhookh lag jaati hai.
**Ananya:**
Trupti aur Sheetal? Tum dono ka kya scene hai kal ka? Bolo jaldi.
**Sheetal:**
Hum dono ekdam ready hain! Kal ka din poora hamara hai.
**Trupti:**
Haan… chalte hain. Mujhe bhi aacha lagega thoda bahar jaana.
Trupti ne apna phone side mein table par rakh diya. Tab tak Sheetal bathroom ki taraf nikal gayi thi taaki woh apne face par night cream laga sake.
Room mein ek gehra sannata chha gaya. Sirf TV ki screen ki blue light diwar par flicker kar rahi thi. Trupti ne seedha lete hue apne bed par aaram se sir rakha aur ceiling ki taraf dekhne lagi.
Ordinary days.
Classes, doston ke sath hasna-mazak karna, group chat ke endless notifications, raat ko Maggi share karna, Abhay ka woh soft sa touch aur care, aur hostel ki yeh chaar purani diwarein jo kitni hi aisi stories ki gawah thin.
Sab kuch normal tha. Sab kuch waisa hi chal raha tha jaisa ek 20 saal ki college student ki life mein hona chahiye tha.
Lekin… jaise hi room ki baaki saari lights off hoti thin, aur andhera kamre ko apne lap mein le leta tha, woh ‘normal’ hone ka hissa achanak se bahut kamzor pad jata tha. Uske dil ke kisi ek kone mein, uski rooh ka ek chhota sa hissa ab bhi us khali aur shaan-o-shaukat wale mansion ki taraf khinchta ja raha tha… jahan ek dark corner mein, uski almari ke andar, ek black T-shirt khamoshi se abhi bhi kisi ka intezaar kar rahi thi.
Trupti ne dheere se apni aankhon ko band kar liya, aur ek lambi saans chhodte hue khud se kaha — *Aaj ke liye bas itna hi kaafi hai.*


Shaam ke 5:50 baj rahe the.

Girls hostel ke room mein sannaata thoda heavy tha, jise door karne ke liye background mein ek halka sa music chal raha tha. Trupti full-length mirror ke saamne khadi thi aur apne aakhiri touches de rahi thi. Bed par baithi hui Sheetal uski taraf ek tak dekhe ja rahi thi, uski aankhon mein ek appreciative chamak thi.
“Arre waah, yaar,” Sheetal ne ek lambi seeti maarti hui kaha, apne haath hawa mein uthakar. “Mera matlab hai… sach mein? Aaj toh tu campus kya, poore resort ko aag laga degi. Abhay ka toh dil seedha baith jaane wala hai tujhe dekh kar.”
Trupti ne ek soft, premium black bodycon dress pehni thi jo uske jism par kisi doosri skin ki tarah fit ho rahi thi. Dress ghutne se thodi upar thi, behad tight aur form-fitting thi, jo uske har ek curve aur silhouette ko bilkul saaf dikha rahi thi. Uske shoulders bare the, ek halki si pale skin dikh rahi thi jo light mein chamak rahi thi. Pairon mein black thin straps wali high heels thi jo uski height aur posture ko aur bhi graceful bana rahi thi. Usne apne baal khule chhode the jo loose, romantic waves mein uski peeth aur shoulders par gir rahe the. Hothon par dark maroon lipstick ka ek bold shade tha, aur aankhon mein halka sa smokey effect tha jo uske gaze ko aur bhi hypnotic bana raha tha. Gardan mein ek simple, thin gold chain thi jo uske collarbone ke groove par aaram se baithi thi.
Trupti ne apna yeh roop mirror mein dekha. Is tight dress mein uska figure behad striking lag raha tha — full, well-shaped breasts, ek ekdum narrow waist, aur rounded hips ka flow. Pichle kuch hafto mein hue mental stress aur physical fatigue ki wajah se uska thoda weight loss hua tha, jisse uske facial features aur body lines pehle se kahin zyada sharp aur magnetic lag rahi thi.
“Tujhe lagta hai kuch zyaada ho gaya?” Trupti ne apni dress ko thoda upar khichte hue, thodi si insecurity aur sharm ke saath Sheetal se poocha. “Mera matlab hai, main aisi dresses kabhi pehenti nahi hoon zyada…”
Sheetal ne apni aankhein majak mein roll kiye aur bed se uthakar Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha. “Zyada? Are you crazy, girl? Tu hot lag rahi hai, matlab literally breathtaking. Abhay tujhe dekhega na, toh uski saans ruk jayegi. Chal ab zyada mat soch, late mat kar, woh already wahan tera intezaar kar raha hoga.”




Abhay ne unke is weekend getaway ke liye shehar se theek do ghante door ek secluded, high-end private lakeside resort book kiya tha. Ek aisi jagah jahan na koi college ka dost hota, na koi professor, aur na hi koi shor-sharaaba. Uski booking confirm karte waqt hi usne Trupti ko saaf keh diya tha — “Sirf tu aur main. Koi disturbance nahi, bas hum dono.”

Trupti ne apni black Hyundai Creta ka steering sambhala aur resort ki taraf nikal padi. Raaste bhar gaadi ke andar ka mahol thoda heavy tha; uska dil seene mein kisi dhol ki tarah tez dhadak raha tha. Pichle kuch hafto mein Abhay ke sath uski physical closeness — kissing, touching, aur body ko explore karne ki boundaries — kaafi aage badh chuki thi, lekin ek poori raat ki aisi privacy aur akelepan ka mauka unhe Rahul ke jaane ke baad pehli baar mila tha. Har ek kilometre ke sath uske andar ek ajeeb si anticipation aur thodi si ghabrahat daud rahi thi.
Jab usne resort ke private gate par gaadi roki, toh Abhay wahan pehle se hi uska intezaar kar raha tha. Usne ek rich dark maroon shirt pehni thi jiske sleeves elbows tak roll-up kiye hue the, aur sath mein dark black trousers the jo uski athletic build par poori tarah jach rahe the. Trupti ne jaise hi driver seat se utarkar apna pehla kadam zameen par rakha, Abhay ki nazrein bina kisi filter ke seedha uske jism par chipak gayi.
Woh apni jagah par kuch seconds ke liye poori tarah freeze ho gaya. Uski palak tak nahi jhuki.
Phir usne dheeri, halki si kaapti hui aawaz mein kaha, “Damn, Trupti…”
Trupti ne sharmate hue apni nazrein jhuka li aur apne baal kaan ke peeche kiye. “Kya? Aise kya dekh rahe ho?”
Abhay chal kar uske paas aaya. Usne bina kisi sharm ya hichkichahat ke Trupti ko upar se neeche tak apni bhookhi nazron se scan kiya. “Main hamesha se jaanta tha ki tu duniya ki sabse khoobsurat ladki hai… lekin aaj tu is black dress mein itni zyaada hot lag rahi hai ki sach mein meri saans atak gayi hai. Trupti… kasam se, main duniya ka sabse kismat wala insaan hoon jo tu sirf meri hai.”
Uske in shabdon mein ek aisi raw hunger aur genuine aashiqana deewangi thi ki Trupti ke pet mein ek ajeeb si wave daud gayi, jaise hazaaron butterflies ek sath udd rahi ho. Abhay ne aage badhkar uska haath apne haath mein liya aur uske kaan ke bilkul paas jhuk kar dheere se bola, “Is dress mein tujhe dekh ke mere dimaag mein is waqt sirf aur sirf gandi aur behad deewani baatein aa rahi hain. Sach kahun toh khud par control rakhna mere liye abhi se namumkin ho raha hai.”
Trupti ke gaal ekdum se tamatar ki tarah laal ho gaye. Usne halki si sharmili hasi di aur apna haath thoda aur kas liya.
Resort ka private villa bilkul lake ke kinare bana hua tha. Villa ke andar enter karte hi warm, soft yellow lighting ka ek romantic glow pure room mein phail gaya tha. Badi-badi glass windows se baahar chand ki roshni mein chamakta hua lake saaf dikh raha tha, aur balcony ki taraf ek open space tha jahan se thandi hawa aa rahi thi aur background mein koi soft acoustic music baj raha tha.
Abhay ne bina waqt gawaye sabse pehle ek champagne ki bottle open ki. Cork ke khulte hi ek halki si pop ki aawaz aayi. Usne dono long glasses mein sparkling liquid dala aur ek glass Trupti ki taraf badha diya. Dono balcony mein chale gaye aur wahan railing ke paas khade hokar sip lene lage. Hawa mein ek natural thandak aur pine trees ki khushbu thi, aur door paani ki lehron ki dheemi si aawaz aa rahi thi.
“Aaj tu poore raste se leke abhi tak bohot quiet hai, jaan,” Abhay ne apne glass se Trupti ka glass halka sa takrate hue poocha. “Nervous hai kya mujhse?”
Trupti ne champagne ka ek chota sa sip liya, jiska taste thoda bitter-sweet tha. “Thodi si… matlab pehli baar itni akele mein, bina kisi time limit ke privacy mili hai, isliye thoda ajeeb lag raha hai.”
Abhay ne muskurate hue uska glass uske haath se liya aur paas rakhi table par rakh diya. Phir usne bina ek second waste kiye Trupti ki kamar par apna haath rakha aur use kheench kar apne bilkul kareeb kar liya. “Chal, nervous hone ki koi zaroorat nahi hai. Thodi der dance karte hain, mahol thoda light ho jayega.”
Speakers par koi behad soft, slow romantic track chal raha tha. Abhay ne apni dono baahein Trupti ki kamar ke gird lapet li aur use apne seene se puri tarah sata liya. Dono room ke beech mein khade hokar us slow rhythm par dheere-dheere sway karne lage. Trupti ke haath naturally Abhay ke kandhon par tik gaye the. Abhay ki warm hatheliyan Trupti ki bare, silky back par dheere-dheere upar-neeche move kar rahi thi.
“Itni soft skin hai teri…” Abhay ne uske kaan ke paas, apne hot lips uski skin ke touch karte hue kaha. “Yeh dress pehen kar tune mujhe poori tarah pagal kar diya hai. Tu sach mein kisi khwab jaisi lag rahi hai aaj.”





Trupti ne ahista se apni aankhein band kar li. Abhay ka solid, garam jism uske jism se puri tarah chipka hua tha. Uske expensive cologne ki heavy aur masculine khushbu Trupti ke saanson mein bhar rahi thi. Dance karte-karte Abhay ka haath dheere se sarakta hua Trupti ki lower back par aaya, aur phir thoda aur neeche — theek us black dress ke hemline ke upar, jahan uske hips ke curves shuru hote hain. Uski ungliyon ka dabav Trupti ke jism ko ek alag hi heat de raha tha.

Thodi der baad, Abhay ne apna haath Trupti ki chin par rakha aur dheere se uska chehra upar uthaya. Dono ki aankhein aapas mein mili, jismein ek gehra desire aur aashiqana pyas saaf dikh rahi thi. Aur agle hi pal, Abhay ne apne hoth Trupti ke hothon par rakh diye.
Woh kiss shuru mein behad soft, gentle aur longing se bhari hui thi. Lekin jaise hi Trupti ne apne hothon ko khol kar us kiss ka jawab diya, woh dheere-dheere ek gehre aur intense passion mein badalti chali gayi. Abhay ki jeebh bina kisi rukawat ke Trupti ke munh ke andar utar aayi. Trupti ne apna munh thoda aur khol diya, unke aapas ke hoth geele aur slippery ho rahe the. Abhay ne uski kamar ko apni baahon mein kas kar itna zorse bheetar khinch liya ki Trupti ke paas saans lene ki jagah bhi nahi bachi. Yeh kiss itni gehri aur heavy thi ki Trupti ke ghutne ek pal ke liye kamzor pad gaye; usne turant apne haath Abhay ke baalon mein daal kar use aur kas liya. Abhay ne achanak se pyaar aur possessiveness mein Trupti ke lower lip ko apne daanto ke beech halka sa kaata, aur phir use choosne laga.
“Mmm… ahh…” ek patli si, soft moan Trupti ke gale se nikli jo us kiss ke beech mein hi dab kar reh gayi.
Abhay ne kiss ko todne ke bina hi, uske kaan ke paas phusfusaya, “Awaaz nikaal, Trupti… mujhe teri yeh moans sunna behad pasand hai. Mat chupa isse.”
Usne bina waqt ganwaye ek baar phir se uske hothon ko apne kabze mein le liya, aur is baar uska haath seedha Trupti ki back se sarakta hua uske dress ke hidden back zipper par chala gaya. Dheere-dheere, millimeter by millimeter, woh zipper ko neeche ki taraf khichne laga.
Trupti ki saansein ekdam tez ho gayi, seene ka utaar-chadhaw tezi se hone laga. Wahan rakhi hui champagne ka glass table par waise hi pada reh gaya, poori tarah bhula hua.
Kuch hi seconds ke baad Abhay ne apne hoth tute kiye aur piche hoke dekha. Dono ki saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, unke chehre par paseene ki halki si boondein thi aur hoth laal aur suje hue the. Abhay ne Trupti ke baalon ko uske maathe se hataya, uski ankhon mein dekhte hue ek aisi aawaz mein kaha jo seedha dil ko cheer gayi:
“Main ab aur intezaar nahi kar sakta, Trupti. Main tujhe seedha andar bedroom mein le jaana chahta hoon… abhi, isi waqt.”
Trupti ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhon mein ek poori tarah surrender kar dene wali chamak thi. Usne bas dheere se haan mein apni gardan hila di.
Abhay ne uska haath kas kar pakda aur use khinchta hua villa ke andar wale master bedroom ki taraf le gaya. Room mein wahi soft, dim yellow lights ka jhalmilata hua noor tha. Samne ek bada sa king-size bed pada tha, aur uske theek saamne badi glass window se raat ke andhere mein thanda lake ka pani dikh raha tha.
Abhay ne bedroom ka darwaza andar se lock kar diya aur use band karke ghuma.
Trupti us bade se bed ke paas khadi thi, uska dil is waqt kisi chote bachche ki tarah seene mein kood raha tha. Abhay dheere-dheere kadam badhata hua uske bilkul kareeb aa gaya. Usne apne haath Trupti ke bare shoulders par rakhe, unhe halka sa sehlaaya, aur phir apna chehra jhuka kar uski khuli hui bare shoulder par apne hoth rakh diye. Ek lambi, garam kiss wahan chhodi, aur phir dheere-dheere kiss karta hua uski gardan ki sensitive skin par aa gaya. Uske munh ki garam saansein aur hoth Trupti ki skin par ek aag si laga rahe the.
“Aaj ki raat,” Abhay ne apni bhaari, nasha bhari aawaz mein uske kaan mein kaha, “main tujhe ek-ek karke dheere-dheere nanga karunga… aur phir tere jism ke har ek hisse ko itna mehsoos karunga, ki tu yeh duniya, yeh baahar ka shor, sab kuch poori tarah bhool jayegi.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band kar li thi. Uske hoth halka sa khule hue the, saansein ruk-ruk kar chal rahi thi. Aur usi pal, Abhay ke haath ne us black bodycon dress ke zipper ko pakda aur ek hi smooth, lamba jhatka dete hue use poori tarah neeche khinch diya.
Woh tight black dress dheere-dheere Trupti ke jism se alag hokar zameen par sarakne lagi.
Aur uss khamosh, garam kamre mein, unki yeh raat ab apne sabse gehre aur asli safar par shuru hone wali thi.



Jaise hi master bedroom ka heavy wooden darwaza band hua aur andar ki lock ki katori ne ek halki si click ki aawaz di, dono ke beech ka saara control ek hi jhatke mein toot gaya. Woh kisi alag hi duniya ke bache hue pyase musafir ki tarah ek doosri par poori tarah toot pade.

Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar ko apni mazboot baahon mein kas kar use seedha paas wali wall se sata diya. Uska yeh kiss ab pehle jaisa soft aur gentle bilkul nahi tha; yeh ek aisi bhookh thi jo pichle kai hafton se unke andar ghut rahi thi. Dono ke munh ek doosre ke andar khule hue the, jahan jeebhein aapas mein ulajh kar saansein chhin rahi thin. Trupti ne bina ek second ganwaye apne dono haath Abhay ke ghane baalon mein ghusa liye aur unhe kas kar jakad liya, jabki Abhay ki hatheliyan Trupti ki black dress ke upar se hi uske hips aur lower back ko nochne ki had tak daba rahi thin. Pichle itne dino ke baad mili yeh khuli azaadi aur privacy unke jismo ke liye ek nasha ban chuki thi.

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Fuck… kitni soft aur garam hai tu, Trupti,” Abhay ne kiss ke beech mein apne hothon ko thoda alag karte hue, ek haanfni hui aawaz mein kaha. Uski ek hatheli ab uski dress ke fabric ke upar se hi Trupti ke heavy, rising boobs par phisal rahi thi. “Kasam se, main pichle kitne dino se bas yahi soch raha tha… tujhe is tarah deewano ki tarah choomne ka, tujhe apne paas rakhne ka.”

Trupti ki saansein seene se kisi machine ki tarah tezi se chal rahi thin. Usne apne daanto se Abhay ka lower lip halka sa kaata aur phir use chooste hue boli, “Abhay… please… mujhe aur intezaar mat karwa…”
Abhay uske is ishare ko turant samajh gaya. Uski aankhon mein ek aisi chamak aayi jo bas ek mard ki pure possession wali desire mein hoti hai. Usne ek smooth motion mein Trupti ko diwar se hataya aur seedha piche bade se king-size bed ki taraf khinch liya. Bed ke paas aate hi Abhay ne ek halka sa dhakka diya, aur Trupti soft mattress par piche ki taraf gir gayi. Uski woh tight black bodycon dress khinch kar uski thighs tak upar simat chuki thi, jisse uski bare, milky white legs aur us black lace ka contrast saaf dikh raha tha.
Abhay ek second ke liye bhi nahi ruka; woh foran Trupti ke upar jhuk gaya. Usne ek baar phir se apne hoth Trupti ke hothon par rakh diye — ek gehra, geela, aur kisi bhi tarah ke moral control ke bina kiya gaya kiss. Uske haath tezi se sarakte hue Trupti ki dress ke hemline ke andar ghus gaye, aur seedha uske hips ko cross karte hue uski black lace panty par aa ruke.
Usne apni ungliyon se us panty ke fabric ke upar se hi Trupti ki choot ko rub karna shuru kiya.
Wahan ka haal pehle hi bayan ho chuka tha.
Pant ka fabric andar se poori tarah geela ho chuka tha, jaise wahan koi garm paani ka chota sa srota beh raha ho.
Abhay ne apna chehra thoda piche kiya aur ek shaitani, khubsoorat muskaan ke sath uski taraf dekha. Uski aawaz mein ek deep excitement thi. “Dekho toh zara… meri jaan pehle se hi kitni geeli ho chuki hai. Sirf itna sa kiss karne aur touch karne se hi itna bhig gayi tu?”
Trupti ke gaal sharm aur physical heat se ekdam laal ho chuke the. Usne apna sir doosri taraf pillow mein chhupaney ki koshish ki, aur dheere se badbadayi, “Band kar na Abhay… aise mat bol…”
Lekin Abhay kahan rukne wala tha. Usne Trupti ka chehra apne haath se wapas apni taraf kiya, uski geeli, khumari se bhari aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se poocha, “Kya main isko hata doon, Trupti? Bata…”
Trupti kuch seconds ke liye bilkul chup ho gayi. Uske seene ka utaar-chadhaw tezi se ho raha tha. Usne apni aankhein ek baar band kiye aur phir bilkul madham, dabi hui aawaz mein kaha, “Haan… hata do.”
Abhay ke liye yeh green signal kaafi tha. Usne bina ek pal gawaye Trupti ki black lace panty ke dono elastic sides ko apni ungliyon mein fasaaya aur dheere-dheere sarakata hua use poori tarah neeche khinch diya. Panty uski ankles se nikal kar bed ke kinare floor par gir gayi. Abhay ne thoda piche hokar Trupti ki dono tangen halki si failayi, taaki woh poori tarah uske saamne khul jaye.
Uski nazro ke saamne ab Trupti ki khuli hui choot thi — ekdam soft, pinkish, aur halki si khuli hui. Pichle dino ke experiences aur is waqt ki extreme arousal ki wajah se uske folds thode swollen aur open the, lekin woh behad khoobsurat aur unhone ek alag hi tightness banai rakhi thi. Uske soft dark hair neatly trimmed the, aur uske center mein wahi chamakta hua geelapan saaf nazar aa raha tha.
Abhay ne ek pal ke liye bas us nazare ko apni aankhon mein utar liya. Uski saans ruk gayi thi. Usne dheere se apne aap mein kaha, “Itni sundar… saali tu kisi aafat se kam nahi hai.”
Aur bina koi aur baat kiye, woh poori tarah jhuk gaya.
Pehle usne apni jeebh ko Trupti ke upar se neeche tak ek lamba, slow lick diya — seedha upar clit se lekar neeche ke saare geele folds par ek moist trail chhodte hue.
“Aahhh…!” Trupti ke muh se ek achanak aur behad tezi se bhari hui moan nikli. Uski kamar mattress se ek jhatke mein upar uth gayi. Itne dino se kisi ke jism ki aisi physical hunger aur munh ka touch use nahi mila tha; uska jism jaise isi ek pal ke liye taras raha tha.
Abhay ne bina waqt ganwaye Trupti ki dono thighs ko apne dono haathon se aur faila liya aur apna face uski geeli aayi khubsurti ke aur andar ghusa diya. Usne apni jeebh ko bahar nikala aur Trupti ki choot ko proper, aggressive tarike se chaatna shuru kar diya — pehle slow aur flat licks, aur phir apni jeebh ki tip se seedha uske sensitive clit par chote-chote circles banana shuru kar diye. Wahan se nikalne wali geeli aawazein poore room mein goonj rahi thin.
“Mmmhh… Abhay… aahh… ohoh…!” Trupti ki aawaz ab poori tarah toot chuki thi. Usne apne dono haath Abhay ke ghane baalon mein aur gehraai se daal liye, aur uske sar ko apni choot par aur bhi zorse daba liya. “Haan… wahin par… mat hatana… aahhh…”
Abhay uski is deewangi ko samajh gaya tha. Usne bina kisi sharm ke Trupti ki dono tangen uthakar apne kandhon par rakh li, taaki woh poori tarah uske upar jhuk sake aur use bina kisi rok-tok ke kha sake. Uski jeebh ab choot ke andar tak ja rahi thi, kabhi clit ko apane hothon ke beech lekar choos raha tha, toh kabhi neeche ke sensitive hisse par ek deep, wet lick chhod raha tha. Trupti ki moans ab kamre ki deewaron se takra kar wapas aa rahi thi. Uski kamar bed par lagataar upar-neeche machal rahi thi. Bed ki white cotton sheets Trupti ki mutthi mein kas kar jakdi ja chuki thin, aur unke wrinkles ban chuke the.
“Aahh… fuck… Abhay… bahut accha lag raha hai… aahhh… main mar jaungi…!”
Abhay ka chehra poori tarah Trupti ke geelapan mein duba hua tha. Usne apni jeebh ki speed ko aur tez kar diya, aur sath hi apni ek lambi, patli ungli ko dheere se Trupti ki tight choot ke andar ghusa diya. Ungli ke andar jaate hi Trupti ka jism ek current ki tarah kaap utha.
“Ahhh—!” Trupti ki aawaz ekdam se unchi ho gayi. “Haan… andar… aur andar karo… aahhh…!”





Uske andar ab ek aisi severe pressure ban chuki thi jo kuch hi seconds mein phatne wali thi. Uske pet ke niche ka saara hissa ekdam pathar ki tarah tight ho raha tha. Abhay ki jeebh ka clit par teji se ghumna aur ungli ka andar-bahar hona milkar Trupti ko is tarah se pagal kar raha tha ki use duniya ki koi bhi cheez ab yaad nahi thi. Usne Abhay ke baalon ko aur bhi zorse apni taraf khinch liya.

“Abhay… Abhay… main… main aa rahi hoon… please mat chhodna… aahhh… aa rahi hoon…!”
Abhay ne ek second ke liye bhi rukaavt nahi daali; usne apni jeebh ki speed ko clit par peak par pahuncha diya aur ungli ko andar tezi se move karne laga.
Aur usi pal, Trupti ka woh zabardast, uncontrollable orgasm toot pada.
“Aahhhhh… fuck… Abhay… aahhhhhhh…!”
Uski choot ne andar se Abhay ki ungli ko itni buri tarah aur tight tarike se jakad liya ki ek pal ke liye Abhay ko bhi us pressure ka ehsaas ho gaya. Trupti ka poora jism bed par akad gaya, uski thighs buri tarah kaanp rahi thin, aur ek garam, thick flow of fluids Abhay ke munh aur jeebh par poori tarah fail gaya. Woh wahan leti hui thi, aankhein upar ceiling ki taraf poori tarah band thin, muh khula hua tha, aur seene ki saansein haanf kar ruk rahi thin.
Abhay ne kuch seconds tak waisi hi position mein rehkar uske aakhiri tremors ko mehsoos kiya, aur phir dheere-dheere apni jeebh se kuch aur soft, loving licks wahan diye, jaise uski skin ko poori tarah saaf aur pamper kar raha ho.
Uske baad, woh dheere-dheere uthakar Trupti ke upar aaya, aur uske hothon par apna chehra laakar ek lamba, gehra kiss kiya. Trupti ko apne hi jism ka taste Abhay ke hothon ke zariye wapas mila.
Dono ki saansein abhi bhi heavy ho kar chal rahi thin.
Abhay ne apna chehra thoda piche kiya, uske maathe par ek pyara sa kiss kiya, aur dheemi, nasha bhari aawaz mein bola, “Itni tezi se nikal gayi… saali, sach mein tu kitni buri tarah taras rahi thi mere liye.”
Trupti ne apni bhaari palke uthakar halka sa dekha. Uske cheeks par abhi bhi sharm ki laali thi aur hoth thode red aur suje hue the. Usne halka sa sharmate hue apna munh doosri taraf karne ki koshish ki, lekin uske hothon par ek aisi aaram aur khushi ki muskaan thi jo chhup nahi sakti thi.
Abhay ne bina waqt gawaye uski bachi-kuchi black dress ko uske jism se poori tarah upar khinch kar alag kar diya. Ab Trupti us white mattress par bilkul nangi, khuli hui aur Abhay ke samne poori tarah surrender ki hui padi thi.
Abhay ne apni maroon shirt ke buttons ek-ek karke kholne shuru kar diye.
Raat abhi yahan khatam nahi hui thi; yeh toh bas unki is akelepan ki asli aur sabse deewani shuruwat thi.

Trupti ki saansein abhi bhi kafi bhaari aur unchi chal rahi thin. Uska jism orgasm ke baad poori tarah shithil ho chuka tha, lekin skin ke andar ek alag hi heat abhi bhi daud rahi thi. Uski lambi tangen halki-halki kaanp rahi thin, aur uski choot ka core abhi bhi pulsate kar raha tha. Uske thighs ke beech se nikalne wala geelapan wahan ek chamakti hui trail chhod gaya tha. Uski aankhein adhkuli thin, gaal laal aur garam the, aur hoth thode khule hue the. Woh is waqt kisi behad haseen aur khatarnak "wild" creature jisi lag rahi thi — woh post-orgasm ka nasha uske chehre aur har ek saans par saaf nazar aa raha tha.

Abhay slow-motion mein uske upar se piche hata. Usne sabse pehle apni maroon shirt ke baaki bache hue buttons ek-ek karke khole aur use aage phenk diya. Phir usne apne black trousers ki metal belt ko khola, zip ko neeche sarakaya, aur trousers ke sath apni underwear ko bhi ek hi jhatke mein utaar kar floor par phenk diya.
Jaise hi woh khada hua, uska lund poori tarah se bahar aa gaya — lamba, behad mota, aur ek pathar ki tarah sakht aur tana hua.
Woh poore 8 inch ka solid piece lag raha tha. Uske upar moti-moti nasein saaf ubhar kar dikh rahi thin, aur uska lamba, chamakdhar sir garam aur wet tha. Trupti ne ise pehle bhi dekha tha, lekin aaj is akelepan mein, itni nazdeeki aur privacy ke beech mein iska size use phir se ek shock aur ek ajeeb si excitement de gaya. Abhay ka lund kisi bhi us mard se bada tha jo Trupti ne apni zindagi mein kabhi liya tha.
Trupti ne apni bhaari saansein control karte hue bed par uthkar apne hathon ka sahara liya aur baith gayi. Usne apni black dress jo abhi tak thighs ke paas thi, use bhi puri tarah se upar khinch kar wahan se hata diya aur door phenk di. Ab woh us white mattress par ekdum nangi, khuli hui aur khubsurat baithi thi.
Abhay uske theek saamne khada hua. Usne apne bhare hue lund ko apni hatheli mein pakada aur dheere-dheere aage badhte hue Trupti ke hothon ke bilkul paas la kar rok diya.
Uski aawaz mein ek heavy, commanding lust thi. “I wanna fuck your mouth, baby… aaj poori tarah se mera lund apne andar le.”
Trupti ne neeche se upar ki taraf apni nali aankhon se Abhay ki taraf dekha. Uski hothon par ek slow, naughty aur surrender karne wali smile ubhar aayi. Woh bed se neeche nahi utri, balki bed ke bilkul edge par aakar baith gayi aur apna chehra thoda aage jhuka diya.
Pehle usne apni nazrein uske lund par tikayi, aur phir bina kisi jhijhak ke apne soft hothon se uske lund ke tip par ek halki, geeli si kiss chhodi. Uske baad, usne apni patli jeebh ko baahar nikala aur uske chamakdar sir ko gol-gol ghumate hue chatna shuru kar diya.
Abhay ke gale se ek aisi aawaz nikali jo uski saanson ke sath baahar aayi. “Fuck…”
Trupti ne apna ek haath badhaya aur uske lund ki shaft ko apni mutthi mein kas liya. Yeh itna hard tha ki uski ungliyan uske tight skin par dab rahi thin. Usne pehle uske tip ko apne hothon ke beech mein liya aur halka sa choosne lagi. Phir dheere-dheere apne munh ko aur khola aur use aur andar lene lagi. Uske soft aur silky hoth uske mote lund par aaram se fail rahe the, aur munh ke andar se ek geeli, garm slurp ki aawaz nikal rahi thi.
“Mmm… ahh…” Trupti ne khud bhi apne gale se ek aisi moan nikali jab woh 8-inch ka lund seedha uske munh ke andar jaakar uske soft palate ko touch karne laga.
Abhay ne bina waqt ganwaye apne dono haath Trupti ke ghane, khule baalon mein fasa liye. Usne dheere se kaha, “Aahh… kitna soft munh hai tera, saali… bilkul kas kar pakad rakha hai.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein upar uthayi aur seedha Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhte hue uska lund aur tezi se choosne lagi. Pehle slow speed thi, phir woh use rhythmic aur gehra karne lagi. Usne apni jeebh ko uske niche ki sensitive nass par ghumaya, tip ko specially apne hothon ke beech daal kar choosa, aur phir use aur zyada andar tak dhakelne lagi. Lund itna lamba tha ki Trupti ke gale mein jaakar use halka sa choke kar raha tha, uski aankhon mein paani ki halki si boondein aa gayin, lekin usne ek second ke liye bhi piche hatne ki jagah apna sar aur aage ki taraf daba liya.
Abhay ki grip uske baalon mein aur zyada tight hoti chali gayi. “Haan… bilkul aise hi… apne is garam munh ko mere lund par chudwa, aahh…!”
Abhay ab apne hips ko dheere-dheere aage-peeche move karne laga, apne lund ko Trupti ke gehle munh ke andar bhej raha tha. Trupti ne apne dono haath Abhay ki nangi thighs par tikaye rakhe aur use poori tarah control karne diya. Room mein ab sirf ek hi gandi aur geeli aawaz goonj rahi thi — “glck… glck… slurp…” — har baar jab uska lund Trupti ke gale aur hothon ke beech aage-peeche ho raha tha.
“Aahh… fuck… teri yeh soft tongue aur yeh gehle hoth… itna gehra le rahi hai mujhe,” Abhay ki aawaz ab aur bhi zyada bhaari aur nasha bhari ho chuki thi. “Kasamen, main kitne dino se is munh ko is tarah chodne ka sapna dekh raha tha.”
Trupti ki aankhon mein halka sa paani zaroor tha, lekin uske chehre par ek aisi satisfaction thi jo kisi bhi gandi khwahish ke poora hone par milti hai. Woh beech-beech mein lund ko munh se thoda baahar nikal kar do second saans leti, uske tip ko apni jeebh se saaf karti, aur phir ek hi jhatke mein use poora andar le leti. Kabhi-kabhi woh apne ek haath se Abhay ke heavy balls ko bhi sahla deti, jisse Abhay ka jism aur bhi zyada tana jata tha. Trupti ke apne jism se nikalne wala geelapan ab bhi uske thighs par chamak raha tha.
Abhay ki saansein ab bilkul tootne ki kahaani par thin. Usne Trupti ke sar ko dono haathon se mazbooti se jakad liya aur ab apni speed ko double kar diya. Lund uske hothon ko phailaate hue andar-peeche tezi se chalne laga.




“Main abhi nikalne wala hoon, Trupti… apna munh bilkul mat hatana, saari ki saari andar leni hai!” usne ek warning bhari aawaz mein kaha.

Trupti ne apni aankhein upar karke ek akhiri baar dekha aur uska lund apne gale ke aur bhi gehre hisse tak le liya. Abhay ke jism ne ek last, zabardast dhakka maara aur woh poori tarah se Trupti ke munh ke andar hi phat pada.
“Aahhh… fuck… le… saari ki saari andar lele!”
Ek garam, thick aur zabardast quantity mein nikalne wala white cum seedha Trupti ke munh ke andar aur uske gale mein girne laga. Trupti ne zara sa bhi peeche nahi kiya. Usne apne gale ko khula rakha aur jitna ho sakta tha, us garma-garam fluid ko andar nigal liya. Thoda sa cum uske hothon ke kone se nikal kar uski chin par aa gaya, lekin Trupti ne foran apni jeebh nikal kar us baahar aane wali boond ko bhi chat liya aur lund ke har ek aakhiri drop ko choos kar uske lund ko bilkul saaf kar diya.
Abhay ki tangen is intense moment ke baad halki si kamzor pad gayi thin. Usne thodi bhaari saans lete hue Trupti ke baalon par apna haath faira aur pyaar se bola, “Saali… sach mein tu poori ki poori pi gayi…”
Trupti ne aahista se uska lund apne munh se bahar nikala. Uske hoth geele the, thode red aur suje hue the. Usne neeche se upar dekha aur ek aisi halki si muskaan di jo shy hone ke sath-sath ek poori tarah satisfied aur naughty aura de rahi thi.
Abhay ne bina ek pal gawaye use dono baahon se pakad kar upar ki taraf kheench liya, aur bed par leta kar khud uske upar aa gaya. Unke nange jism ek doosre ke sath poori tarah chipak gaye, jahan dono ki skin ki heat aapas mein mil rahi thi.
Usne apna chehra Trupti ke kaan ke paas laya aur ekdam dheemi, husky aawaz mein kaha, “Ab teri asli baari hai, jaan… aaj raat main tujhe kahin aur nahi jaane dunga, tujhe poori tarah se chodunga.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein dheere se band kar li, lekin uske hothon par ek gehari muskaan bani rahi. Uska jism abhi bhi ek naye طوفان (storm) ke liye dhadak raha tha.
Raat abhi bohot lambi thi, aur yeh toh sirf shuruwat thi.

Room ke andheron mein aur unki tez hoti hui saanson ke beech, mahol poori tarah se ek alag hi peak par pahunch chuka tha. Dono abhi bhi apni pichli deewangi ke baad bhaari-bhaari saansein le rahe the, lekin woh aaram karne ke mood mein bilkul nahi the.

Abhay abhi bhi Trupti ke nange jism ke theek upar jhuka hua tha. Uske munh aur hothon par abhi bhi us cum ki halki si warm khushbu aur taste baaki tha jo usne thodi der pehle piya tha. Bina ek second gavaye, Abhay ne apna chehra thoda aur neeche kiya aur Trupti ke bade, soft aur milky white boobs ko dono haathon ki hatheliyon se aisi buri tarah jakad liya jaise koi bhookha bacha apni ma ke doodh ke liye machalta hai. Usne ek boob ke nipple ko pakad kar apne munh ke andar khinch liya aur use zor-zor se choosna shuru kar diya — ek dam gehra, bhookha, aur bina kisi rukawat ke chalne wala chusai ka silsila.
“Aahh… Abhay… uff…” Trupti ki ek lambi, nasha bhari moan uske gale se nikal aayi. Usne apne dono haath Abhay ke baalon mein ghusa liye aur uske sar ko apne boobs par aur bhi zorse daba liya, taaki woh aur gehraai tak use chus sake. “Haan… aise hi… aur zor se choos na… aahhh…”
Abhay ek boob se hatkar foran doosre boob par chala gaya, uske tight nipple ko apne daanto ke beech halka sa kaata aur phir se use choosne laga. Uske haath un soft curves ko masalte hue unpar apni ungliyon ke nishaan chhod rahe the. Trupti ke poore boobs par ab Abhay ke thook aur garm saanson ke geele nishaan saaf chamak rahe the. Uske nipples thandak aur aisi extreme arousal ki wajah se pathar ki tarah sakht aur laal ho chuke the. Abhay beech-beech mein upar uthakar Trupti ke hothon ko bhi apne hothon se jod leta, uski jeebh ko choosta, aur phir ek achanak jhatke ke sath wapas uske boobs par toot padta.
“Itne bade aur itne soft boobs hain tere, saali…” Abhay ne apne munh se nipple ko thoda baahar nikalte hue, haanpte hue kaha. “Kasam se, mera dil karta hai ki main roz subah-shaam sirf inhe hi choosta rahoon. Teri yeh doodh wali chuchiyan mujhe pagal kar deti hain.”
Trupti ki aankhein kas kar band thin. Woh is waqt kisi tarah ke soch-vichar se bahut door, bas us physical pleasure ke samandar mein doobi hui thi. Itne lambe waqt ke baad kisi mard ka is tarah se uske jism ko poori haq-jataane wali bhookh ke sath use karna, uske andar ek naya aag ka toofaan paida kar raha tha. Usim jism ki garmi lagataar badhti ja rahi thi.
Thodi der baad, Abhay ne uske boobs ko chhoda aur piche hoke baith gaya. Usne Trupti ki lambi, gori tangen pakad kar dono taraf aur zyada khol di. Usne apne 8-inch ke poori tarah taney hue, sakht lund ko uthaya aur Trupti ki choot ke geelay aur dhadakte hue muhane par bilkul theek set kar diya. Lund ka lamba, chamakdar tip jaise hi uski choot ke baahar ke hothon ko chhua, Trupti ki poori kamar ek jhatke ke sath upar ki taraf tan gayi.
Abhay ne ek pal ke liye Trupti ki khumaari se bhari aankhon mein dekha, aur bina koi aur mauka diye, ek single, gehra aur continuous poora lamba thrust aage ki taraf mar diya.
“Aahhhhh… f-u-c-k…!”
Trupti ke munh se ek behad unchi, dard aur bepanah maza mili hui moan nikal gayi. Abhay ka mota lund uski choot ke tight raaste ko zor se cheerte aur failate hue seedha andar ki gehraai tak utar gaya. Stretch itna zabardast tha ki Trupti ki aankhon mein achanak se paani ki halki boondein tair gayin. Dard aur exquisite maza dono ek sath uske jism se takraye the. Uski choot ke andar ka har ek hisse mein Abhay ka lund poori tarah se fit ho chuka tha.
“Fuck… kitni tight hai tu, Trupti…” Abhay apne daanto ko aapas mein peeshte hue bola. “Lagta hai teri choot mera poora lund apne andar noch kar kha jayegi.”
Usne pehle kuch dheere-dheere, lambe aurcontrolled thrust maare — poora andar aur poora baahar — taaki Trupti ka jism is bade size aur stretch ke sath theek tarah se adjust ho sake. Lekin Trupti ki unchi moans aur uske jism ki machalti hui harkat ko dekh kar Abhay ka apna control pal bhar mein hawa ho gaya.
“Aahh… Abhay… itna bada hai… aahhh… dheere… nahi… mat rukna, waise hi karo… aahhh…!”
Abhay ne apni speed ko double kar diya. Ab woh ek raw, beastly rhythm mein use proper tarike se chodne laga. Har ek dhakke ke sath uska lund Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre hisse tak takra raha tha. Kamre ki khamoshi mein wahan sirf unke jismo ke aapas mein takrane ki aur geeli, chatakhati aawazein goonj rahi thin. Trupti ki tangen Abhay ki kamar ke peeche buri tarah kas kar bandh chuki thin. Usne apne nakhun Abhay ki nangi peeth par gadha diye, jisse wahan halki si laal linein ban gayin.
“Haan… aise hi… mujhe aur zor se chodo, Abhay… aahhh… kitna accha lag raha hai… main barbaad ho rahi hoon… aahhh…!”
Abhay ne achanak se Trupti ki ek taang ko apne kandhe par upar ki taraf utha liya aur us position mein use aur bhi gehra aur tezi se thokna shuru kar diya. “Teri yeh choot… kasam se itni garam aur itni geeli hai… yeh sirf aur sirf mere is lund ke liye bani hai. Bol, kiski choot hai yeh?”
“Aahh… teri hai… sirf teri hai, Abhay… aahhh… mat rukna… daal do andar…!”
Usne usse lagataar aur be-tarti tarike se chodna continue rakha. Neeche rakhe hue wooden bed ki kadkadahat ab poore room mein goonj rahi thi. Trupti ke andar pehla orgasm ek baar fir se build hone laga tha. Uske pet ke niche ka sara hissa pathar ki tarah tight ho gaya tha. Abhay ke har ek deep, heavy thrust par Trupti ki aankhein pichhak jaati aur saansein ruk jaati thin.
“Main… main ek baar fir se aa rahi hoon, Abhay… aahhhhh…!”




Usne achanak se Abhay ke sar ko neeche ki taraf kheench liya aur use ghaad kar ek kiss karne lagi, aur usi gehre kiss ke beech mein Trupti ka pehla zabardast orgasm toot pada. Uski choot ne Abhay ke lund ko andar se itni buri tarah jakad liya ki Abhay ki bhi saans raste mein hi atak gayi. Trupti ka poora jism bed par thar-thar kaanpne laga, aur uske gale se lambi, tootati hui moans nikalne lagin.

Lekin Abhay ne itne par bhi chodna bilkul nahi roka. Usne ek achanak movement ki, Trupti ko halka sa ghumakar uske upar kar diya — cowgirl position. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko apne dono haathon se mazbooti se pakda aur use apne khade lund ke upar baitha diya.
“Ab tu khud hilgi… apni choot se mere lund ko upar-neeche kar, jaan,” Abhay ne haanpte hue kaha.
Trupti ne apne dono kaampte hue haath Abhay ke chode seene par tike aur dheere-dheere upar-neeche hona shuru kiya. Abhay ka lund pehle se hi uski choot ke andar poori tarah geele aur slippery fluids mein dooba hua tha, isliye uska movement kaafi smooth aur deep tha. Woh dheere-dheere apni speed badhati gayi. Uski gaand ke curves aur uske nange, heavy boobs Abhay ke chehre ke saamne upar-neeche hil rahe the. Abhay ne foran apne haath badhakar unhe pakad liya aur unke nipples ko phir se choosna aur daanto se dabana shuru kar diya.
“Aahh… haan… aise hi… khud ko chudwa mere upar… aahhh…!” Trupti ki aawaz ab aur bhi zyada husky aur dirty ho chuki thi. Woh khud apne wazan se uske lund ko apni choot ke andar le rahi thi. Kuch hi seconds mein Abhay ne apni hatheliyan uski kamar par aur mazbooti se jamakar neeche se upar ki taraf zordaar dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Dono milkar ek aisi speed mein aa gaye jahan ek doosre ko thokna hi unka maqsad reh gaya tha.
Doosra orgasm Trupti ke upar baithte hi aur bhi zyada tez aur gehra aaya. Trupti ne achanak se apna chehra Abhay ke kandhe par tika diya aur uska jism poori tarah se thande pasine mein bheegh kar kaanpne laga. “Aahhhh… Abhay… main gayi… phir se aa gaya… aahhh…!”
Abhay ne ek jhatke mein use wapas neeche mattress par leta diya. Is baar usne Trupti ki dono tangen uthakar apne dono kandhon par rakh li, jisse uski choot ka poora area poori tarah se open aur aamne-samne ho gaya. Aur uske baad jo shuru hua, woh kisi toofaan se kam nahi tha — hard, fast, aur extreme deep thrusting. Kamre mein bas ek hi aawaz thi: chut-chut-chut aur unki lagataar nikalne wali dard-bhari moans.
“Ab main bhi bilkul nahi rok paunga… nikalne wala hoon apni poori jaan teri choot ke andar… aahh…!”
Trupti ne Abhay ke baalon ko apne dono haathon mein kas kar noch liya. “Haan… daal do… poora andar daal kar mujhe bhar do, Abhay… aahhh… mujhe poori tarah apni bana lo…!”




Abhay ki speed ab apni aakhiri limit par thi. Uske dhakke ab chhote, behad tez aur itne gehre the ki har baar uski pelvic bone Trupti ki pelvic bone se takra rahi thi. Uska poora jism tan chuka tha. Ek aakhiri, sabse lamba aur gehra thrust maarte hue, Abhay ne apne andar ka saara ka saara garam cum ek zabardast spurt ke sath Trupti ki choot ke bilkul gehre hisse mein chhod diya.

“Aahhhhh… fuck… le… saara ka saara andar le le!”
Garam, white aur thick cum seedha uski choot ki deewaron par pressure ke sath girne laga. Trupti ne us aakhiri moment mein bhi Abhay ke lund ko apni choot se itni buri tarah jakad rakha tha ki woh uske har ek pulse ko apne andar saaf mehsoos kar rahi thi. Dono ke jism ek doosre ke sath is tarah chipke hue the jaise woh alag hi na ho sakte hon, aur unka paseena aapas mein mil raha tha.
Kuch seconds tak waisi hi halat mein rehne ke baad, Abhay ka wazan dheere-dheere toot gaya aur woh poori tarah se Trupti ke upar dher hokar gir gaya. Dono lambi-lambi aur heavy saansein le rahe the. Abhay ka lund abhi bhi Trupti ke geelay andar ke raste mein hi tha, jo dheere-dheere soft pad raha tha. Cum ka thoda sa hissa unki thighs ke beech se sarak kar baahar nikalne laga tha.
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kiye hue thin. Usne apna ek haath Abhay ki nangi peeth par rakha aur dheere-dheere uske baalon mein ungliyan pherne lagi. Uske poore jism mein abhi bhi halki-halki milti-julti pleasure ki tarangein daud rahi thin.
Abhay ne apna sir thoda uthaya, Trupti ke pasine se bheege hue gale par ek soft aur sincere kiss ki, aur dheemi, dabi hui aawaz mein kaha, “Main sach mein tujhe bohot pyaar karta hoon, Trupti…”
Trupti ne aankhein nahi kholi. Usne bas Abhay ki peeth par apna haath thoda aur kas liya aur chupchaap leti rahi.
Uske apne jism ke andar is waqt Abhay ka cum maujood tha.
Uski skin par Abhay ke hot kisses aur teeth ke nishaan the.
Lekin uske dil ke kisi behad chhote, andhere kone mein… abhi bhi woh khali pan aur ek purani yaad ka saaya zaroor tha jo kisi aur (Rahul) ne peeche chhod diya tha.
Lekin is waqt, is thandi raat mein, is private resort ke is bed par, is exact moment mein… woh poori tarah se Abhay ke neeche thi.
Aur usne us raat ko, us mard ko, aur is pal ko poori tarah se apne andar apnaka liya tha.

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Subah ke theek 8:40 baj rahe the.

Villa ke andar subah ki soft, sunhari dhoop curtains ke patle cloth ko cheerte hue floor par phail rahi thi. Baahar lake ki khuli taraf se ek thandi, refreshing hawa aakar kamre ke maahol ko halka kar rahi thi. Bed ki white cotton sheets buri tarah se ubal aur ulajh chuki thin, jin par raat ki deewangi ke saboot saaf nazar aa rahe the. Ek pillow bed se sarak kar floor par pada hua tha. Poore kamre mein abhi bhi pichhli raat ke us physical storm ki ek thick, heavy khushbu baaki thi — nange jismon ki heat, pasine ki mehak, aur champagne ki halki si sweet smell ka ek ajeeb sa mix.
Trupti un sab mein sabse pehle neend se jaagi.
Uske poore jism mein ek ajeeb si meethi aur geheri thakan tair rahi thi. Uske dono thighs ke beech mein ek mild sa dard tha, aur uski choot ka core abhi bhi overnight hone wale multiple orgasms ki wajah se sensitive aur throbbing tha. Jab usne dheere se apne upar se sheets ko sarakaya, toh uski nangi, creamy skin par raat ke har ek kiss aur blow ka hisaab saaf dikh raha tha. Uski lambi gardan, collarbone aur dono heavy boobs par Abhay ke aggressive kisses aur choosne ki wajah se kayi laal-laal nishaan pad chuke the. Kuch jagah par halki si daant ki chaap bhi thi jo us possession ka gawah thi.
Woh bina hile, apni palke khol kar chupchaap ceiling ki taraf dekhti rahi. Pichhli raat ke ek-ek scene, ek-ek frame uske dimaag mein tezi se chal rahe the — Abhay ka wahi 8-inch ka lund, uska munh ke andar jaana, woh heavy thrusts, aur uska garm cum uske andar aur muh mein girna.
Abhay abhi bhi uske paas gehri neend mein so raha tha. Usne apna ek bhaari haath Trupti ki nangi kamar par lapeta hua tha. Uska chehra bilkul shaant tha aur nazrein Trupti ki taraf hi thi.
Trupti ne aage badhkar uske maathe par aaye ghane baalon ko dheere se ungliyon se hata diya. Uske andar is waqt do bilkul alag-alag feelings aapas mein takra rahi thin. Ek taraf ek deep, comforting sukoon tha — is baat ka ehsaas ki Abhay ne use kitni shiddat se chaaha tha, apne andar samaya tha, aur use poori tarah se fill kiya tha. Lekin doosri taraf woh purana, black hole jaisa khali pan tha jo bina kisi warning ke achanak se uske seene mein ubhar aata tha.
Woh bed se uthne hi wali thi ki Abhay ki nind khul gayi.
Usne apni aalkhein aadhi kholi aur bina waqt gawaye seedha Trupti ke nange jism par apni nazrein tikadi. Uski neend se bhari hui aankhon mein ek aisi slow, raw aur subah ki fresh desire turant jag gayi jo dekhte hi banti thi.
“Subah ho gayi kya, jaan…” Abhay ne apni bhaari, husky subah ki aawaz mein kaha. Usne Trupti ki kamar par rakhe hue apne haath ko thoda aur neeche sarakaya aur seedha uske nange buttocks ko apni hatheli mein kas liya. “Kahan uthkar jaane ki soch rahi hai?”
Trupti ne halka sa muskurane aur situation ko light karne ki koshish ki. “Brush karne ja rahi hoon, Abhay. Subah subah... tere cum ki smell abhi tak mere muh mein aa rahi hai.”
Lekin Abhay kahan manne wala tha. Usne ek hi jhatke mein Trupti ko kheench kar seedha apne upar lita liya. “Achhi smell hai, woh bhi meri hi hai. Rehne de, kahin nahi jaana abhi.”
Usne bina kisi sharm ke Trupti ke hothon ko apne hothon se jodd liya — yeh unka subah ka pehla kiss tha. Yeh kiss slow, gehra aur thoda messy tha kyunki dono ki saansein abhi bhi heavy thin. Abhay ki garm hatheliyan Trupti ki nangi peeth par upar-neeche ghum rahi thin, aur us kiss ke dauran hi Abhay ka lund Trupti ke pet ke against aakar ek baar phir se pathar ki tarah hard ho chuka tha.
“Kya... phir se?” Trupti ne kiss ko thoda todte hue, ek halki aur haanfni hui aawaz mein poocha.
Abhay ne apne daanto se Trupti ke lower lip ko halka sa kaata aur muskuraya. “Haan. Subah subah sabse pehle mujhe teri wahi geeli choot chahiye.”
Usne bina kisi lamba foreplay ke Trupti ko wapas mattress par lita kar uske upar apni position le li. Is baar koi lambi baatein nahi thin. Usne Trupti ki tangen dono taraf failayi, apne hard 8-inch ko seedha uski abhi bhi thodi swollen aur geeli choot ke muhane par set kiya, aur bina rukawat ke ek continuous, deep thrust andar utar diya.
“Aahhh…!”
Trupti ki kamar ek jhatke ke sath upar uth gayi. Pichhli raat ke lagataar use hone ke baad uski choot abhi bhi kafi tender thi, isliye stretch ka yeh achanak ehsaas seedha uske dimag tak gaya. Dard aur behad intense maza dono ek sath uske jism se takraye.
Abhay ne uske upar jhuk kar turant wahi harkat shuru ki jo usne raat ko ki thi — uske soft boobs ko apne munh mein lekar choosna shuru kar diya. Usne apne ek haath se Trupti ki dono wrists ko pakad kar uske sar ke upar bed par lock kar diya, aur neeche se dheere-dheere, lekin behad gehre aur lambe dhakke maarne shuru kiye.




Aahhh… Abhay… itni subah-subah… aahhh…!”

“Haan, jaan... subah-subah bhi teri is choot ko hi jeena hai mujhe,” Abhay ne nipple ko munh se thoda baahar nikal kar kaha. “Itni soft hai... itni tight hai... poori raat iske andar rehne ke baad bhi lag raha hai pehli baar daal raha hoon.”
Uske dhakke abhi bhi slow the, lekin har ek dhakka itna gehra tha ki Trupti ki moans poore room mein goonj rahi thin. Usne apni lambi tangen Abhay ki kamar ke peeche kas kar lock kar li thin.
Kuch hi der mein Abhay ne apni speed badhane ke liye Trupti ki ek taang ko apne kandhe par utha liya aur us angle se zordaar thrusting shuru kar di. Choot aur lund ke aapas mein takrane ki geele chatak ki aawazein aane lagi thin. Trupti ki aankhein kabhi band ho jaati aur kabhi khushi se upar ceiling par atak jaati thin.
“Aahhh… haan… wahi jagah… aahhh… mat rukna, bas aise hi…!”
Abhay ne ek haath aage karke Trupti ke sensitive clit par apne angoothe ko rakha aur use gol-gol ghuma kar rub karna shuru kar diya. Trupti ka jism is double action ko jhel nahi paya aur turant react kar gaya. Uska subah ka pehla orgasm ekdam sharp aur tez aaya. Usne apna chehra Abhay ke chode kandhe par daba liya aur ek zordaar moan ke sath kaanp gayi, jabki uski choot ne Abhay ke lund ko andar se kas kar jakad liya.
Lekin Abhay ne is orgasm ke dauran bhi chodna bilkul nahi roka. Usne turant position change ki — Trupti ko pet ke bal litaya, uski kamar ko upar uthaya, aur peeche se ek aur gehra thrust maarte hue andar ghus gaya.
“Aahhhhh…!”
Is rear angle se lund aur bhi zyada gehraai tak ja raha tha. Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar ko dono haathon se mazbooti se pakda aur tez, short aur heavy dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Uska ek haath aage gaya aur usne Trupti ke heavy boobs ko dabana shuru kar diya.
“Itni sexy gaand... aur itni garam choot...” Abhay ne apne daanto ko peeshte hue kaha. “Saali, tu sirf aur sirf meri hai. Poori tarah se meri.”
Trupti ne dar ke mare ya maza ke maare bed sheets ko apni mutthi mein buri tarah noch rakha tha. Uski moans ab toot-toot kar nikal rahi thin. Doosra orgasm uske bilkul peeche hi aa gaya. Usne apna chehra pillow mein poori tarah daba liya aur kaapte hue ek baar phir se release ho gayi.
Abhay ki apni saansein ab tootne ki halat mein thin. Usne apni speed ko aur double kar diya. Aakhiri ke kuch dhakke itne gehre aur zordaar the ki usne Trupti ki kamar ko jakad kar apna poora cum ek baar phir se doosri baar Trupti ki choot ke andar spray kar diya.
“Aahhh… le... yeh bhi andar lele!”





Garam, white cum ek baar phir se Trupti ke andar fail gaya. Abhay kuch seconds tak waisa hi jhuka raha, saansein leta raha, aur phir dheere se baahar nikal gaya. Cum ka thoda sa hissa Trupti ki thighs ke beech se sarak kar neeche behne laga.


Dono thak kar bed par ek sath let gaye. Pasina unke nange jismon ko aapas mein chipka raha tha. Abhay ne aage badhkar Trupti ko apni taraf kheench liya aur uske maathe par ek pyara sa kiss kiya.

“Good morning, jaan,” usne ek halki hasi ke sath kaha.
Trupti ne bhi ek thaki hui, lekin soft aur genuine hasi di. “Good morning, Abhay…”
Kuch der tak woh dono waise hi chupchaap lete rahe. Baahar lake ki thandi hawa curtains ko hila rahi thi.
Baad mein unhone us subah ke waqt sath mein bathroom mein shower liya. Wahan bhi Abhay ne use ek baar fir se glass wall se sataakar chooma aur uske boobs ko dabaya, lekin is baar usne andar penetration nahi kiya, bas use apne seene se kas kar chipkaye rakha.
Resort se checkout karne se theek pehle unhone balcony mein aaram se baithkar coffee pi. Abhay ne Trupti ke haath ko apne haath mein liya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, “Aisa weekend hume bohot jald phir se plan karna chahiye, Trupti. Bohot jaldi.”
Trupti ne uske haath ko halka sa daba diya. “Haan... zaroor plan karte hain.”
Uski hothon par ek halki si smile thi.
Lekin jab woh kuch ghante baad apni black Creta gaadi mein akele baithkar shehar ki taraf wapas nikal rahi thi, toh raste mein usne gaadi ke rear-view mirror mein apna chehra dekha. Uske hoth thode suje hue the, gardan par woh laal nishaan saaf nazar aa rahe the, aur jaanghon ke beech Abhay ke cum ka wo geelapan abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha tha.
Woh is waqt Abhay ke sath thi.
Usne use poori raat aur subah tak apne andar liya tha.
Phir bhi, jaise-jaise gaadi ke dono taraf ke ped aur raste tezi se peeche ki taraf bhaag rahe the, Trupti ke dil ke kisi behad chhote aur chupchaap kone mein ek aisi jagah thi jo abhi bhi khali thi —
Woh khali pan jo theek ek saal pehle door chale gaye us ladke (Rahul) ne apne peeche chhod diya tha...

Raat ke theek 11:50 baj rahe the.

Hostel ka kamra poori tarah andhere mein dooba hua tha, bas study table par rakhi ek choti si night lamp ki peeli light deewar par pad rahi thi. Paas hi bed par Sheetal gahri neend mein so rahi thi, uski halki aur niyamit saansein kamre ki khamoshi mein sunayi de rahi thin. Trupti apne bed par kambal ke andar leti hui thi, uska haath apne phone par tha. Ceiling fan dheere-dheere, ek monotonous aawaz ke sath ghoom raha tha. Pichle do dinon se uske dimaag mein resort wali raat ki ek-ek film chal rahi thi — Abhay ka wahan unhe touch karna, uska 8-inch ka lund, uske andar utarne wala garm cum, subah ka doosra round, aur unke jismon ki ragad. Uska jism abhi bhi un yaadon ko sochkar andar se garam ho jata tha.
Achanak, phone screen par ek light jali aur phone vibrate hone laga.
Rahul
Trupti ka dil ek zordaar dhakka kha kar jaise ruk gaya. Usne ghabrakar foran Sheetal ki taraf dekha — woh abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi. Phir Trupti ne bina ek second ganwaye blanket ko apne chehre ke aur upar kheench liya aur call receive kar li. Yeh ek video call thi.




Screen on hote hi samne Rahul ka chehra aa gaya. Background mein USA ke uske apartment ka dark aur clean kona dikh raha tha jahan dim lights jall rahi thin. Usne ek simple black t-shirt pehni thi. Uske baal thode messy the, bilkul waise jaise woh late night jagta ho. Uski aankhein bilkul shant thin, lekin unke andar wahi purani, gehri aur sab kuch jaan lene wali chhor thi jo Trupti hamesha se jaanti thi. Yeh unke beech mein pehli video call thi jab se Rahul USA gaya tha — uske jaane ke baad yeh pehla mauka tha jab woh aamne-samne screen par the.

“Hey…” Rahul ne apni usi dheemi, thodi bhaari aawaz mein kaha.
Trupti ne blanket ke andar se hi thodi kaanpni hui aawaz mein jawab diya, “Hey… itni raat ko? Wahan kya time hua hai?”
“Time difference,” Rahul ne simple tarike se kaha. “Wahan raat ho gayi hogi. Bata... akeli hai room mein?”
“Haan. Sheetal so rahi hai.”
Thodi der ke liye line par ek gehri khamoshi cha gayi. Dono ek doosre ko screen ke through itni doori se dekh rahe the. Trupti ke chehre par abhi bhi resort se lautne ke baad ki woh thakan aur ek ajeeb sa glowing blush bacha hua tha. Rahul ne use screen par ek-ek karke gaur se observe kiya, jaise woh uske chehre ki har ek line ko padh raha ho.
“Kaisa chal raha hai wahan?” usne bina kisi gusse ke bas ek quiet curiosity ke sath poocha.
“Theek hi hai… college, hostel, normal routine,” Trupti ne short mein baat khatam karni chaahi.
Lekin Rahul kahan chhorne wala tha. Usne thodi der aur use dekha, aur phir seedha point par aate hue poocha, “Abhay ke saath weekend par kahan gayi thi? Resort ka plan kaise bana?”
Trupti ki aankhein dar aur hairani se thodi badi ho gayi. “Kaise pata tujhe?... Tujhe kaise maloom hua?”
“Tera location jo last time share kiya tha, usse andaza lag gaya tha. Aur…” Rahul ne halka sa muskura kar screen ke kareeb dekha. “Teri aankhon mein aur tere chehre par saaf dikh raha hai, Trupti. Chhupa mat mujhse.” Usne dheemi lekin command wali aawaz mein kaha, “Bata mujhe. Kya kiya uske saath wahan?”
Trupti ne foran apni nazrein screen se hata kar neeche jhuka li. Uske gaal sharm aur garmi se laal pad gaye. “Rahul… please, yeh sab mat pooch na.”
“Pooch raha hoon na,” uski aawaz ab aur bhi zyada shant aur firm ho chuki thi. “Detail mein bata mujhe. Mujhe ek-ek baat sunni hai. Shy mat ho, main itni door hoon. Bas bata.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band ki, aur phir kholi. Usne apne gale ko saaf kiya aur bilkul dheemi fhiski hui aawaz mein bolna shuru kiya, taaki Sheetal ki neend na khul jaye.
“Hum… ek resort gaye the... lakeside par. Pehle wahan dinner kiya… phir thodi champagne peeli… aur baahar music par thoda dance kiya…”
“Uske baad kya hua?” Rahul ki nigahein screen par Trupti ke hothon par tik gayi thin.
Trupti ki saansein abhi se tez hone lagi thin. “Phir… hum apne room mein aa gaye. Usne… mujhe bed par baithakar kiss kiya. Bahut der tak… mere hoth choos liye. Phir… usne meri black dress upar uthayi… aur meri panty check ki… woh poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi.”
Rahul ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si dark chamak aayi, lekin usne apne expression ko control rakha. “Aur phir?”
“Usne… meri panty wahin utaar kar phenk di. Phir… usne mujhe bed par lita diya aur… apne munh se mujhe neeche se karne laga.” Trupti ki aawaz mein ab sharm ke sath-sath woh purani heat phir se daudne lagi thi. “Usne bahut der tak… meri choot ko apne munh se chaata… aur main… uske munh ke andar hi pehli baar nikal gayi thi.”
Rahul ne ek lambi saans li, uska sina thoda upar hua. “Uske baad usne kya kiya?”
Trupti ne aankhein band karke pichhli raat aur subah ki poori kahani bina kisi jhijhak ke jaldi-jaldi bata di — kaise Abhay ne apna 8-inch ka lund uske munh mein diya, kaise usne poora andar tak liya, kaise usne uske munh ke andar hi apna garm cum chhod diya aur Trupti ne ek bhi boond baahar giraaye bina use poora nigal liya, kaise baad mein usne bed par use alag-alag positions mein litakar ghanto chodaa, kaise usne andar hi baar-baar cum kiya, aur subah uthte hi fir se subah ke time kaise wahi sab repeat hua.
Poora time jab Trupti ek-ek gandi aur intimate detail bata rahi thi, Rahul chupchaap ekdam pathar ki tarah sunta raha. Uske chehre par koi khul kar hasi ya gussa nahi tha, lekin uski aankhein bilkul black aur heavy ho chuki thin. Screen ke neeche, camera angle ke thoda niche uska ek haath dikh raha tha jo dheere-dheere apni t-shirt ke upar se apne lower body ki taraf move kar chuka tha.
Jab Trupti ki saansein ruki aur usne batana band kiya, toh wahan kuch seconds ke liye ek bhari khamoshi chha gayi.
Rahul ne bahut dheemi, nasha bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Trupti… next time… jab bhi woh tujhe is tarah se chode na… toh mujhe call kar dena. Main phone par sunna chahta hoon ki woh tujhe kaise chod raha hai. Ya phir… main video par dekhna chahta hoon.”
Trupti ki aankhein dar se aur badi ho gayi. Usne screen ki taraf dekha. “Rahul… tu yeh kya keh raha hai? Pagal ho gaya hai kya?”
“Main bilkul theek keh raha hoon,” usne shant lekin ekdam firm aawaz mein kaha. “Main force nahi kar raha hoon tujhe. Lekin next time… try karna. Mujhe achha lagega.”
Trupti ne kuch nahi kaha, bas uska dil chaathi ke andar kisi dhols ki tarah tez-tez dhadakne laga tha.
Rahul ne thodi der tak bina kuch bole use screen par dekha, aur phir ek achanak order diya, “Ab ek kaam kar. Apna camera thoda neeche kar. Apna chehra aur apna jism mujhe dikha.”
Trupti ne apni palkein uthayi aur screen par dekhi. “Kyun? Achanak yeh sab kyun bol raha hai?”
“Kyunki main dekhna chahta hoon,” Rahul ne seedhe-seedhe bina kisi sharm ke kaha. “Aur… main abhi apne haath mein apna lund liye hue baitha hoon. Tujhe dekhte hue hi nikalna chahta hoon main. Mujhe abhi ke abhi apni nudes bhej... ya video par dikha.”
Trupti ka munh hairaani aur sharm se thoda khul gaya. Ek taraf sharm ki aag thi aur doosri taraf ek ajeeb si mandali thi jo Rahul ki har baat par fisal rahi thi. Sheetal ke paas me soye hone ka khayal aate hi uska dil baahar aane laga, lekin usne kambal ke andar hi apne phone ko adjust kiya. Pehle usne thoda upar karke apna chehra dikhaya jo poora laal aur shy ho raha tha. Phir usne apna soft top thoda upar khinch liya. Uske bra ke upar se uske heavy boobs ka shape dikh raha tha. Phir Rahul ke kehne par usne apni bra ko bhi upar sarak diya, aur uske do bade, soft aur milky boobs screen ke saamne aa gaye, jin par Abhay ke diye hue laal nishaan abhi bhi saaf chamak rahe the.
Rahul ki saansein screen ke us taraf se saaf sunayi dene lagi thin — woh kafi heavy ho chuki thin. Uska haath ab apni t-shirt ke andar jaakar apne lund ko tezi se upar-neeche hila raha tha.
“Aur neeche kar… apni choot dikha mujhe,” Rahul ne command di.
Trupti ne thodi der ke liye hesitate kiya, uska jism kaanp raha tha. Lekin phir usne apni short nighty ko aur upar khinch liya aur apni panty ko ek taraf sarakakar apni choot screen ke saamne kar di. Soft, pinkish, aur resort ke baad thodi si swollen aur geele fluids se bhari hui choot saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Rahul ki aankhein screen par wahi atak gayi thin. Uske haath ki hilane ki speed ekdam double ho chuki thi.
“Ab apni do ungliyan apni choot ke andar daal,” Rahul ne ekdam dheemi aur gandi aawaz mein kaha. “Apne aap ko khud feel kar... aur mujhe dikha ki tu kaise apne aap ko garam kar rahi hai.”
Trupti ne sharm ke maare apni aankhein kas kar band kar li. Uska chehra poora paseene se geela ho gaya tha, lekin uske haath ne khud-ba-khud aage badhkar apni do lambi ungliyan apni choot ke andar ghusa diyan. Ek geeli aur slurpy aawaz kamre mein goonj gayi. Usne dheere-dheere apni ungliyon ko andar-bahar chalana shuru kar diya. Screen ke uss taraf Rahul apni choot dekhte hue apne 8-inch ke lund ko aur bhi tezi se muth maar raha tha.
“Aahhh… Rahul…” Trupti ke munh se ek halki si moan nikalte-nikalte bach gayi.
Rahul ki saansein ab bilkul tootne ki kagar par thin. “Bol... uska lund kaisa laga tujhe? Mere se bada tha na?”
“Bada tha…” Trupti ne kaanpte hue sharmili aawaz mein accept kiya. “8 inch ka tha… bahut mota… meri choot ko andar tak poora faad kar bhar diya tha usne…”

Teen… chaar baar…” Trupti ne saans rokte hue kaha.




Saale ne achha kiya tere sath…” Rahul ki aawaz ab pure possessive rage aur lust mein doobi hui thi. “Ab apni ungliyan aur tez chala, Trupti. Main abhi nikalne wala hoon, jaldi kar!”

Trupti ne aankhein band karke apni ungliyon ki speed ko badha diya. Uski choot se nikalne wali geele paani ki aawaz ab phone ke speaker se Rahul tak pahunch rahi thi. Rahul ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa tense aur wild expression aa gaya tha. Usne aakhiri ke kuch seconds mein apne lund ko zor-zor se muth maarte hue screen se thoda piche kiya.
“Aahhh… fuck… main gaya…”
Usne screen ke samne hi apna sara garm cum apne upar aur haathon par chhod diya. Trupti ne saaf-saaf dekha Rahul ke chehre ka woh final release wala expression — aankhein adhkuli, munh khula hua, aur jism poora kaap raha tha. Kuch seconds tak wahi haalat mein rehne ke baad usne ek lambi saans li aur camera ko wapas apne chehre ke samne kiya.
Dono thodi der tak chupchaap ek doosre ko screen par dekhte rahe.
Rahul ne aakhir mein ek halki si smirk ke sath dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Maine teri saari nudes aur yeh sab screen par save kar liya hai, Trupti. Yaad rakhna... next time jab bhi woh tujhe is tarah se chode, toh bas aankh band karke yeh sochna ki main bhi wahin hoon aur sab sun raha hoon.”
Trupti ne darr ke maare apni nigahein neeche kar liin. “Rahul… yeh sab theek nahi hai… tu door hai aur…”
“Main sab jaanta hoon,” Rahul ne uski baat ko beech mein hi kaat kar ekdam shant aawaz mein kaha. “Main jaanta hoon ki main door hoon. Lekin main abhi bhi sirf tera hi hoon, Trupti. Aur tu… chahe woh tujhe kitni bhi baar chode, tu aaj bhi sirf aur sirf meri hi hai.”
Call cut hone se theek pehle, Rahul ne use aakhiri baar dekha aur bola, “Good night, Mom.”
Beep.
Screen ekdam kaali ho gayi.




Trupti waise hi phone ko apne seene se kas kar chipkaye hue bed par leti rahi. Uski ungliyan abhi bhi geeli thin aur unse wahi scent aa raha tha. Uski dil ki dhadkanein abhi bhi normal nahi ho rahi thin. Paas hi Sheetal abhi bhi gehri neend mein so rahi thi.

Usne dheere se apni nigahein upar ceiling ki taraf ghuma diin.
Ek taraf Abhay tha jo use sach mein physically chahta tha, uske jism par apna haq jata raha tha.
Aur doosri taraf Rahul tha jo itni door baithkar bhi, sirf ek phone call se uske dimaag aur uske jism ko poori tarah control kar raha tha.
Aur woh khud… in dono mardong ke beech mein fas kar, apne hi hathon se khud ko mitane aur chune par majboor thi.
Abhi college ke woh ek saal poore hone mein poore baaki the...

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Beetey kuch mahino mein campus ka mahol poori tarah se badal chuka tha. Trupti aur Abhay ka rishta ab sirf ek chhup-chhup kar milne wali aashiqi nahi tha, balki college ke har corridor aur canteen mein unhe ek "ideal couple" ki tarah dekha jata tha. Abhay uski behad care karta tha, uski har choti zaroorat ka khayal rakhta tha, aur badle mein Trupti bhi uski unofficial wife ki tarah us par poora haq jatati thi. Abhay ne use na jaane kitni baar, alag-alag jagahon par, behad shiddat aur deewangi se chodaa tha. Uski choot ab Abhay ke mote, 8-inch ke lund ke size ki aadi ho chuki thi.
Dusri taraf, USA se Rahul ke phone calls ab kaafi kam ho gaye the. Lekin jab bhi uski call aati, woh behad intense aur dark hoti thi. Woh Trupti se ek-ek gandi aur bare detail mein sunta ki Abhay use kaise chodta hai, kaise uske boobs dabaata hai, aur kaise apna cum uske andar aur uske munh mein chhodta hai. Trupti bhi na chahte hue bhi, Rahul ke us dominant control ke aage surrender kar jaati aur use sab kuch bata deti, jabki screen ke us paar Rahul apna lund pakad kar muth maar raha hota tha.
Is hafte college campus poori tarah se festive mood mein dooba hua tha.
Annual cultural fest “Aarohi” ke preparation ki wajah se har taraf hustle-bustle dikh rahi thi. Main building ke corridors mein brightly colored posters aur banners lage the. Music club ke log stairs par baithkar guitars aur vocals ki practice kar rahe the, jabki drama team ke students loud dialogues dohra rahe the. Canteen mein bhi baatein sirf fest ki hi ho rahi thin — kis din kaunsa performance hai, kaunsa bada sponsor aaya hai, aur kaunse celebrities aane wale hain.
Trupti bhi is festive excitement ka ek important hissa thi. Student Council ki Vice President hone ke naate us par fest ke arrangements ki kaafi badi responsibility thi. Shaam ke kareeb 8:00 baj rahe the, aur woh apne close circle — Sheetal, Kriti, Meher aur Ananya — ke sath third floor ke ek empty classroom mein baithi hui thi. Yeh classroom fest ke leftover decoration materials jaisse fairy lights, chart papers, glue guns, acrylic paints aur banners rakhne ke liye temporary store room banaya gaya tha.
Kriti ne dusty floor par baithkar ek bade se banner ke edges ko tape se chipkate hue kaha, “Yaar is baar ka fest last year se bohot bada hone wala hai. Kal maine sponsorship team se suna ki budget pehle se double ho gaya hai.”
Meher ne apni aankhein chamkate hue kaha, “Haan aur DJ night mein is baar outsider entry bhi allowed hai. Matlab poore city ka crowd aayega... kitna maza aayega na!”
Sheetal ne Trupti ki taraf dekhte hue tease kiya, “Tu toh ab VIP hai, madam! President sahib ki girlfriend... balki biwi hi samajh lo! Tujhe toh backstage se lekar sabhi VIP zones ke access milenge.”
Trupti ne gaalon par aayi halki blushing ko chhupate hue muskurane ki koshish ki. “VIP access milna aur kaam manage karna alag-alag baatein hain, Sheetal. Mujhe toh abhi bhi food stalls aur main stage ke layouts check karne baaki hain.”
Ananya ne aaspaas ke empty desks ko dekha aur dheere se bola, “Waise tera Abhay kahan hai aaj? Poore din se dikha nahi kisi ke sath.”
“Meeting mein hoga,” Trupti ne answer diya, apni top ko thoda adjust karte hue. “Sponsorship committee aur Principal ke sath meeting thi uski 6 baje se.”
Thodi der aur kaam chalta raha. Group ke beech normal mazaak, bakchodi, aur college gossip chalti rahi. Phir Meher ne wall clock mein time dekha aur ek lambi saans li, “Yaar 8:30 hone wale hain. Main toh chalti hoon, Mummy ne aaj ghar jaldi aane ko bola tha.”
Ananya bhi uske sath khadi ho gayi. “Main bhi nikal rahi hoon. Kal subah early morning 7 baje dance practice hai main stage par.”
Kriti ne last chart paper ko roll karke rassi se baandhte hue kaha, “Main bhi chal rahi hoon. Sheetal, tu chal rahi hai na?”
Sheetal ne Trupti ki taraf dekha. “Tu akeli manage kar legi yeh sab arrange karna?”
Trupti ne haath hilaate hue kaha, “Haan, tu ja. Bas do-teen banners corner mein lagane hain aur fairy lights ko box mein rakhna hai. Main bhi 15-20 minute mein nikalungi hostel ke liye.”
Kriti, Meher, Ananya aur Sheetal ek-ek karke classroom se baahar nikal gayin. Unki hansi aur chappalon ki aawaz corridor mein dheere-dheere door hoti gayi, aur phir poore third floor par ek gehri khamoshi chha gayi.





Classroom mein ab sirf Trupti akeli thi. Usne room ki main tube lights ko off karke sirf ek dim yellow bulb on rakha, taaki baahar corridor se kisi ko aasan se pata na chale ki koi andar hai. Wooden table par fairy lights ke kuch strips abhi bhi paday the, jo halki-halki yellow warmth phek rahe the.
Woh abhi banners ko ek corner mein arrange karke rakh hi rahi thi ki classroom ka bhari wooden door dheere se khula... aur phir andar se band ho gaya.
Click.
Trupti ne jhatke se peechhe mudkar dekha.
Abhay andar khada tha. Usne pehle baahar corridor mein dono taraf achhi tarah check kiya tha, aur phir andar aakar darwaze ka latch lagakar use lock kar diya tha. Woh ek classy black shirt aur denim jeans mein tha. Shirt ki sleeves elbows tak rolled-up thin, woh thoda thaka hua lag raha tha, lekin uski dark eyes mein ek ekdam clear, raw lust aur intention tha.
Trupti ne use dekha, uski saans thodi tez hui. “Sab chale gaye... tujhe kaise pata main yahan hoon?”
“Maine dekh liya tha jab Sheetal aur baaki ladkiyan neeche ja rahi thin,” Abhay ne ek deep, husky aawaz mein kaha. “Maine corridor mein unke jaane ka wait kiya.”
Woh lambe steps leta hua Trupti ke bilkul paas aaya. Classroom ke beech waali ek lambi wooden desk ke paas khade hokar usne Trupti ki slim kamar ko dono haathon se kas kar pakad liya, aur bina kisi formality ya warning ke uske hothon par apna munh chipka diya.
Kiss turant hi behad gehra aur aggressive ho gaya. Abhay ne Trupti ke lower lip ko daanto se halka sa kaata aur apni wet tongue uske munh ke andar ghusa di. Trupti ne bhi bina kisi jhijhak ke apne haath Abhay ke chode shoulders par rakh diye aur uske kiss ka waise hi bhookhe tarike se jawab diya. Itne dino ke baad, college classroom jaisi restrictive aur risky jagah par yeh privacy un dono ke andar ke jaanwar ko jaga rahi thi.
Abhay ne use desk ke edge par peeche ki taraf daba diya. Uske garm, bade haath Trupti ke white top ke andar ghuse aur shirt ke fabric ko cheerte hue seedha uski lace bra ke upar se uske bhare hue, heavy boobs ko masalna shuru kar diya.
“Fuck… poore din se tu is top mein ghoom rahi thi, main sirf tujhe dekh raha tha,” Abhay ne kiss ke beech mein haanpte hue kaha. “Meeting mein baithkar serious baatein karte hue bhi mere dimaag mein bas yahi chal raha tha ki kab tujhe kisi khali room mein akela pakdoon.”




Trupti ki saans ukhadne lagi, uski aankhein khumaar se dhundli hone lagin. “Abhay… aah… yahan college mein… koi bhi checking ke liye aa sakta hai…”
“Door andar se locked hai, jaan,” usne Trupti ke kaan ke neeche soft skin par apne hoth ragadte hue bola. Usne ek hi jhatke mein Trupti ki top ko upar khincha aur uski bra ke cups ko neeche push kar diya. Uske do bade, soft, milky-white boobs poore ki poore baahar nikal aaye. Unke nipples thand aur garmi ke mix se ekdam erect the. Abhay ne bina waqt ganwaye ek nipple ko apne munh mein bhar liya aur use zor-zor se choosna shuru kar diya.
“Aahh… Abhay…” Trupti ke munh se ek unchi moan nikal gayi. Usne jhatke se Abhay ke ghane baalon ko apni ungliyon mein jakad liya. “Dheere… shh… koi sun lega… aahh…”
Abhay ne doosre boob ko apni hatheli se buri tarah masalte hue pehle wale nipple ko choosna continue rakha. Woh kabhi tip ko apne daanto se pakad kar halka sa khinchta, toh kabhi poore boob ko munh mein bhar kar choosta. Trupti ki kamar desk ke smooth wood par continuous slide aur rub ho rahi thi. Uski choot ke andar ka geelapan pehle hi moments mein shuru ho chuka tha.
Thodi der baad Abhay neeche jhuka aur usne Trupti ki short skirt ko upar khinch diya. Usne bina panty utaare, seedha geeli ho chuki silk panty ke upar apna bhari haath rakha aur uski choot ke shape par zor se press karke rub karne laga.
“Already wet…” Abhay ne halka sa muskura kar, dirty tone mein kaha. “Classroom ke risks mein bhi itni horny ho jaati hai tu?”
Trupti ne sharm se laal hokar apna haath Abhay ke munh par rakhne ki koshish ki, lekin Abhay ne uske haath ko pakad kar peeche kiya aur uske hothon ko fir se ek wet kiss mein bhar liya. Usne apni do ungliyon se Trupti ki panty ko ek taraf sarakaya aur dono ungliyan seedha uski garam, geeli choot ke andar deep ghusa diyan.
“Aahhh…!”
Trupti ki kamar desk se poori upar uth gayi. Usne Abhay ke black shirt ke collar ko kas kar pakad liya.
Abhay ne apni do ungliyon ko Trupti ke andar aage-peeche chalana shuru kar diya — ekdam gehra, tez, aur controlled rhythm mein. Uska thumb aage jhuk kar Trupti ke sensitive, swollen clit par continuous circular motion mein press kar raha tha. Room ki quietness mein choot ki wetness aur ungliyon ke movement ki geeli chatak ki aawaz (chut-chut-chut) saaf sunayi de rahi thi.
“Itni tight hai tu aaj bhi… itni garam…” Abhay ne Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar dabi hui aawaz mein kaha. “Fest ki itni tension aur kaam ke beech mein bhi teri yeh choot shaant nahi baithti. Bol… kiska lund chahiye isme abhi?”
“Aahh… tera… sirf tera lund, Abhay… aahhh… poora daal de na…”
Abhay ne apni ungliyon ki speed aur badha di. Trupti ki tangen ab weight nahi utha pa rahi thin, woh desk ke edges ko dono haathon se kas kar pakade hui thi. Abhay ne apna chehra neeche karke uske nipples ko fir se munh mein bhar kar choosna aur kaatna shuru kiya, jabki neeche uski ungliyan uski choot ko poori tarah se chod rahi thin.
“Aahh… haan… wahi par… aur tez, Abhay… main… main nahi rok pa rahi… aahhh…!”




Trupti ka poora jism ek sudden spasm mein akadne laga. Usne Abhay ke shoulders ko nochte hue apna chehra uske gale mein chhupa liya aur classroom ke andar hi ek behad intense orgasm mein phat padi. Uski choot ke tight inner walls ne Abhay ki ungliyon ko ek zordaar grip mein daba liya. Uski lambi, dabi hui moan Abhay ke seene mein ghut kar reh gayi.
Abhay ne uske orgasm ke dauran bhi apni ungliyon ko andar deep hi rakha, uske pulsating rhythm ko feel karta raha. Jab Trupti ki saansein thodi normal hui aur uska jism dheela pada, tab Abhay ne apni ungliyan uski choot se baahar nikaali. Woh uske geele juices se poori tarah chamak rahi thin. Usne woh ungliyan Trupti ke hothon ke samne kar diyan.
“Saaf kar ise.”
Trupti ne sharm, surrender aur nasha bhari aankhon se Abhay ki taraf dekha. Usne bina kisi na-nukur ke Abhay ki dono ungliyon ko apne hothon ke beech liya aur apni warm tongue se unhe chaat-chaat kar saaf kar diya. Abhay ne uske is surrender ko dekhkar use ek aur deep, lingering kiss diya.
Thodi der tak dono waise hi desk ke paas ek doosre se chipke rahe, haanpte hue. Baahar corridor mein door kahin kisi security guard ya student ke kadmon ki aahat aati thi, lekin classroom ka locked wooden door unhe duniya se alag rakhe hue tha.
Abhay ne Trupti ke sweat-beaded maathe par ek pyara sa kiss kiya. “Fest khatam hone ke theek baad… main tujhe phir se ek resort mein le jaunga. Aur is baar... poori 2 din aur raat ke liye.”
Trupti ne uske seene se apna sir uthaya. Uske hoth thode suje hue the, aankhein heavy aur geeli thin. Usne ek soft, satisfied muskaan di
Chal… ab baahar nikalte hain. Bohot der ho gayi hai, Sheetal wait kar rahi hogi.”
Abhay ne Trupti ki bra aur top ko carefully adjust kiya, uski skirt ko neeche kiya, aur khud apne hard lund ko jeans ke andar comfortable position mein adjust kiya. Usne darwaze ka lock khola, thoda sa gap karke baahar dono taraf dekha, aur phir Trupti ka haath pakad kar quiet corridor se baahar nikal gaya.
Hostel room pahunchne tak Trupti ke thighs ke beech abhi bhi Abhay ki ungliyon ki garmi aur geelapan ka ehsaas baaki tha.
Ordinary festive days.
An empty, dim classroom.
Aur ek aur ganda, haseen raaz jo un dono ne un char deewaron ke beech hamesha ke liye chhod diya tha.


San Francisco ke financial district mein bani glass building ke 27th floor par shaam ka waqt behad dheere-dheere sarak raha tha. Shaam ke 7:30 baj chuke the, aur office floor ka maahol ab kaafi hadd tak shaant aur khali ho chuka tha. Most of the employees apne cubicles ke systems shut down karke, apne bags pack karke ghar jaane ki tayyari mein the. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls ke baar San Francisco city ki oonchi buildings aur roads par yellow aur red headlights ki lights ek-ek karke jalne shuru ho chuki thin.
Rahul Sanjeev Malhotra ke purane aur temporary cabin mein akele baitha hua tha. Usne apni dark grey suit jacket ko utaar kar apni leather revolving chair ke backrest par daal rakha tha. Black formal shirt ke sleeves elbows tak perfectly roll up the, jisse uske forearm ki veins saaf dikh rahi thin. Uske samne rakhe Dell Precision laptop ki screen par company ke multiple financial folders open the — vendor reconciliations, internal audit notes, multi-currency transfer logs, aur kuch purane payment trails jo clearly adhoore aur manipulated lag rahe the.
Rahul ne abhi tak San Francisco office mein aane ke baad koi bhi aggressive ya hasty move nahi maari thi. Woh pichle teen hafton se sirf dekh raha tha, observe kar raha tha, aur ek-ek employee ki body language se lekar company ke purane records ke patterns dhoondh raha tha.
Tabhi cabin ke heavy frosted glass door par do behad soft aur polite knocks hue.
“Come in.” Rahul ne screen se bina aankhein hataye, ek flat tone mein kaha.
Jessica Walker andar aayi.
Woh 32 saal ki ek behad attractive aur composed aurat thi. Height kareeb 5’6” ke aaspaas, body slim lekin well-proportioned, posture bilkul straight aur confident. Usne dark navy blue formal knee-length pencil dress pehni thi, jiski sleeves three-quarter thin. Uske blonde-brown hair piche ek neatly tied low bun mein bandhe hue the. Chehre par halka aur minimal makeup tha — bas itna ki 10-hour work shift ke baad bhi woh fresh aur professional dikhe. Uske left hand ki slim ring finger par ek simple, bright gold wedding band chamak raha tha, jiske beech mein ek chota sa solitaire diamond tha. Uske haath par woh shaadi ki ring thodi zyada heavy aur ek bojh ki tarah latakti hui dikhti thi.
Jessica ne andar aate hi darwaze ko piche se softly band kiya aur ek thick leather folder Rahul ke wooden desk par rakha.
“Mr. Khanna, aapne jo Q3 vendor reconciliation files aur audit trails maange the, woh maine saare departments se compile karke ek sath arrange kar diye hain. Inme kuch older entries bhi hain jo main system ke sath properly linked nahi thin, par maine unhe manual logs se trace kar liya hai.”
Rahul ne apni screen se nazrein uthayi aur Jessica ko neeche se upar tak gaur se dekha. Uske shant chehre se lekar, uske neck par swinging platinum chain, aur uske haath par chamakti hui wedding ring tak. Phir usne saamne rakhe folder ki taraf ishara kiya.
“Baithiye, Jessica.”
Jessica ne ek second ke liye pause kiya, uski palke halki si jhukin, phir usne saamne wali executive chair ko pull kiya aur baith gayi. Usne apna leather laptop bag apne knees par rakh liya. Uski body language behad controlled aur formal thi, lekin Rahul jaise observant dimaag ke liye uske shoulders mein ek halki si tightness saaf dikh rahi thi — ek aisi tightness jo sirf 10 ghante ke office work se nahi, balki personal life ke dabaav aur stress se paida hoti hai.
Rahul ne folder khola. Tense silence mein pages ki flipping aawaz aane lagi. Woh ek-ek entry par apni ungli phera raha tha aur beech-beech mein direct sawal poochta gaya.
“Yeh payment trail yahan Q2 ke mid mein achanak break kyun ho raha hai?”
Jessica ne turant answer diya, “Vendor ne mid-quarter apna offshore bank account change kiya tha, sir. Compliance documents late submit hue the, isliye system ne entry auto-flag kar di thi.”
“Aur yeh multi-currency offshore entry?” Rahul ne ek specific red-flagged line par apni ungli rakhi.
Jessica ne desk ki taraf thoda jhuk kar dekha. Uske subtle perfume ki light floral smell Rahul tak pahunchi. “Woh… Sanjeev sir ke time ki ek purani arrangement se linked hai. Company records mein us account ko officially closed dikhaya gaya tha last year, lekin internal server ke backup logs mein abhi bhi residual transactions show ho rahe hain.”
Rahul ne uski baat sunkar chehre par koi surprise ya tension ka expression nahi aane diya. Bas apne dimaag mein note kar liya. Jessica uske har ek technical sawal ka jawab behad precise, factual aur confident tarike se deti rahi. Rahul ne iss aadh ghante ke interaction mein hi notice kar liya tha ki Jessica ke paas sirf surface-level accounting ki knowledge nahi thi; uske paas company ke sabse confidential aur purane internal drives, private servers, aur off-the-record trails ka deep access tha. Saat saal tak ek hi corporate environment mein kaam karne waale intelligent logon mein yeh depth aur silently sab kuch jaanne ki aadat common hoti hai.
Aadhe ghante ke intense review ke baad Rahul ne folder ko ek sharp sound ke sath band kiya.
“Aap yahan San Francisco office mein kitne saal se hain, Jessica?”
“Saat saal, sir. Next month mera 7th anniversary complete hoga.”
“Isse pehle kahan thin?”
“Ek smaller, mid-size accounting firm mein thi New York mein. Phir jab yahan Senior Financial Analyst ki opening aayi, toh I shifted to San Francisco.”
Rahul chair ke backrest par aaram se lean backward hua, usne apne dono haathon ki ungliyon ko ek doosre mein lock kiya. “Saat saal ek hi company, ek hi department mein. Aaj kal corporate world mein log itna lamba waqt ek jagah nahi rukte.”
Jessica ne apne hothon par ek halki si professional smile laayi, lekin woh smile uski thaki hui blue-grey aankhon tak bilkul nahi pahunchi. “I value stability, Mr. Khanna. Mujhe life mein predictability aur stability pasand hai.”
“Ghar par bhi?”
Rahul ka yeh sawal tone mein ekdam flat aur simple tha, lekin uski timing aur depth ne use ek second mein deeply personal bana diya.
Jessica ki ungliyon ne turant aur unconsciously apne left hand ki wedding ring ko pakada aur use round-and-round ghumana shuru kar diya. Yeh uski ek nervous, unthinking personal habit thi jab bhi woh uncomfortable hoti thi.
“Ghar par bhi… I try my best,” Jessica ne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake neutral rakhte hue kaha.
Rahul ne uske chehre ke har chote movement ko note kiya. “You try your best? Iska matlab hamesha possible nahi hota?”
Jessica ne apni nazrein uthayi aur Rahul ki dark, piercing brown eyes mein dekha. Ek micro-second ke liye uski aankhon mein woh ek raw vulnerability aayi jo log sirf tab dikhate hain jab koi unki private, hidden reality ko sharp blade ki tarah touch kar jaye. Lekin agle hi pal usne apni professional wall ko wapas khada kar liya.
“Sir, I don't think this conversation is related to audit files.”
“Nahi, yeh files se related nahi hai,” Rahul ne bina kisi hesitation ke, ekdam calmly aur softly accept kiya. “Lekin main logon ko observe karta hoon, Jessica. Aap in financial files aur audit trails mein behad sharp aur intelligent hain. Lekin aapki aankhon mein woh sharpness aur peace nahi dikhta jo kisi sach mein settled aur happy insaan ki aankhon mein hota hai.”
Jessica bilkul silent ho gayi. Uski ungliyan abhi bhi us gold wedding ring par tight thin.
Rahul ne pressure badhaya, lekin uska tone ekdam soft, empathetic aur calculated tha, bilkul bhi aggressive nahi. “Husband bhi corporate field mein hain aapke?”
“Haan. He’s a Partner at a Private Equity firm. San Francisco downtown mein hi unka office hai.”
“Toh phir saath mein quality time toh mil hi jaata hoga?”
Is baar Jessica ne turant jawab nahi diya. Usne room ke glass wall se baahar dekha jahan pura sahar ab dark ho chuka tha. “Time… milna chahiye. Lekin pichle do-teen saal se humare schedules kabhi match nahi karte. He comes home very late... mostly after midnight. Weekends par bhi unki client travelings rehti hain. Aur main bhi yahan 10-12 ghante office mein hi hoti hoon. Toh… ghar par ek doosre se baat karne ke liye zyada kuch bachta nahi hai.”



Uski aawaz mein koi complain ya anger nahi tha. Us aawaz mein bas ek thak chuki aurat ki silent acceptance thi — ek aisi sachai jise usne pichle do saal se akele apne dimaag mein hazar baar dohraaya tha.
Rahul ne kuch nahi bola. Usne cabin ke andar chhai us gehri khamoshi ko apna kaam karne diya. Kabhi-kabhi bolne se zyada, chup rehna saamne waale ko aur bolne par majboor kar deta hai.
Jessica ne aakhir mein apna sar jhukaya aur halka sa nervous chuckles diya. “I am sorry, Mr. Khanna. Mujhe yeh sab office ke andar aapse nahi bolna chahiye tha.”
“It’s completely fine, Jessica,” Rahul ne ek behad soft, deep, aur controlled tone mein kaha. “Kabhi-kabhi intelligent logon ko bhi bas kisi aise insaan ki zaroorat hoti hai jo bina unhe judge kiye unhe sun sake. Aap apna kaam behad perfection ke sath karti hain, aur office ke baahar aapki life kya hai, woh alag baat hai.”
Rahul ke in calculated words mein ek aisi warmth aur understanding thi jo Jessica ne shayad apne ghar par pichle kayi saalon se feel nahi ki thi. Jessica ne Rahul ko dekha. Pehli baar uski aankhon mein sirf ek Senior Auditor ya Boss ke liye formal respect nahi thi. Un aankhon mein kuch aur bhi jagne laga tha — recognition, ek ajeeb sa comfort, aur shayad ek emotional relief.
Jessica chair se khadi hui, apne laptop bag ko shoulder par latkate hue. “Main ab nikalti hoon, sir. Good night.”
“Good night, Jessica. Aur suniye…” Rahul ne use rukne ka ishara kiya.
Jessica darwaze ke handle par haath rakhe hue piche mudi.
“Agar kabhi in boring financial files aur audit logs ke alawa bhi kisi cheez par baat karne ka man kare, ya thakan lage… toh aap mujhe bata sakti hain. I am a very good listener.”
Jessica ne Rahul ke chehre ko dekha, jahan ek calm aur reliable composure tha. Usne thodi der sochne ke baad, ek subtle aur genuine smile ke sath apna sar nod kiya, aur cabin se baahar nikal gayi.
Rahul ne darwaze ke frosted glass ki taraf dekhte hue ek lambi, deep saans li. Usne apna encrypted personal smartphone nikaala, jisme kisi bhi trace ka darr nahi tha, aur uske private notes folder mein type karna shuru kiya:
Jessica Walker
Age: 32
Married (6+ years, Partner at PE Firm)
Emotionally neglected & isolated at home
High internal system & server access (7 years in company)
Highly intelligent, observant, but lonely
Status: Perfect long-term entry point & strategic ally
Usne note ko save kiya aur phone lock kar diya.
Baahar San Francisco city ki lights ab poori tarah chamak rahi thin. Cabin mein sirf uske laptop screen ki cold blue light Rahul ke chehre par pad rahi thi.
Rahul ne laptop ko shut down nahi kiya. Usne Sanjeev ke un incomplete offshore payment trails ko phir se open kiya. Jessica ne jin residual manual entries ke baare mein mention kiya tha, unhe alag se green color mein highlight kiya.
Game abhi bhi ekdam silent tha. Koi shor nahi tha. Koi harbaari ya rush nahi tha.
Sirf ek solid foundation rakhni shuru hui thi —
Ek aisi intelligent aurat ke zariye jo pehle se hi apni shaadi aur apni life mein gehri adhoori aur akeli pad chuki thi...

[Joker44]

Teen din baad.
Office ka regular working time officially khatam ho chuka tha. 27th floor ke sprawling glass corridors ab bilkul sunsan aur shant ho chuke the. Ek-ek karke sari cubicles ki lights off ho gayi thin, aur poora floor ek dim, blueish night-mode illumination mein chala gaya tha. Rahul ke executive cabin ke andar sirf uske wooden desk par rakhi table lamp ki soft, warm light chal rahi thi, jo poore kamre ko ek mysterious aur intimate shadows mein dhaal rahi thi.
Jessica abhi bhi cabin ke andar hi thi.
Usne aaj khud late tak rukne ka bahana banaya tha. “I need to synchronize the last batch of offshore reconciliation files,” usne shaam ko 6 baje Rahul se kaha tha. Lekin woh dono achhi tarah jaante the ki audit files toh pehle hi clear ho chuki thin.
Pichle teen dino mein uske behavior mein ek drastic aur uncontrollable shift aaya tha. Rahul ne use kabhi physically push nahi kiya tha. Usne bas ek slow, calculated psychological game khela tha — uski private life par halki si light daalna, uski loneliness ko ek comfortable room dena, aur use yeh constant feel karwana ki woh use ek intelligent, desirable aurat ki tarah dekh raha hai. Jessica, jo pichle kayi saalon se apne pati Mark ke through emotionally neglect hoti aa rahi thi, Rahul ke is dark, magnetic attention ke aage behad tezi se melt ho gayi thi.
Aaj usne ek sophisticated dark grey silk blouse aur tight black pencil skirt pehni thi jo uski curves ko neatly accentuate kar rahi thi. Uske blonde-brown hair aaj bandhe nahi the; woh uske shoulders par khule hue the. Makeup halka tha, lekin uski aankhon mein pehle wali strict corporate distance gayab ho chuki thi. Uski left hand ki ring finger par abhi bhi Mark ki wedding ring chamak rahi thi — ek crisp reminder ki woh ek shaadi-shuda aurat thi jo ab boundary cross karne ja rahi thi.
Rahul apni leather chair par aaram se baitha hua tha. Usne apni suit jacket utaar kar side mein rakh di thi. Uske black formal shirt ke top do buttons khule hue the, jisse uski collarbone aur chest ki muscular skin thodi si visible thi. Usne desk ke samne khadi Jessica ko neechay se upar tak dekha.
“Kaam ho gaya, Jessica?” Rahul ne ek slow, heavy voice mein poocha.
Jessica ne ek halki si breath li aur apne hothon ko moisture karte hue haan mein sar hilaya. “Yes... all the files are synced.”
“Phir bhi tum yahin khadi ho. Home isn't calling you?”
Jessica desk ke saamne khadi rahi. Cabin mein kuch seconds ke liye ek heavy, thick silence chha gaya. Phir usne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake quiet rakh kar kaha, “I... I don't want to go home just yet.”
Rahul ne chair par lean forward kiya, uski dark brown eyes Jessica ke chehre par tik gayi. “Why?”
Jessica ne apni nazrein thodi neeche ki. “Because when I’m here... in this room with you, I feel like someone actually sees me. At home... there are just cold walls and Mark’s empty promises. I’m tired of being invisible, Rahul.”
Rahul ne apni revolving chair ko thoda piche khincha. Usne apne legs ko comfortable failaya, aur uski body language mein koi jaldbazi, koi panic nahi tha — pure, unfiltered dominance tha.
“Come here.”
Jessica ne ek micro-second ke liye Rahul ki dark, authoritative eyes mein dekha. Uski heartbeat skin ke upar se visible hone lagi thi. Usne bina kisi hesitate ke desk ke side se rotate hokar Rahul ke bilkul paas aane mein ek second ki bhi der nahi ki. Rahul ne aage badhkar uska soft, trembling haath pakda aur use ek gentle pull ke sath apne legs ke beech ki space mein khinch liya.
Ab woh Rahul ke bilkul close khadi thi. Uske mehngai perfume ki floral aur vanilla scent Rahul ki breathing mein bhar gayi.
Rahul ne apni do ungliyon se Jessica ki chin ko upar uthaya, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “Do you fully realize what you’re doing right now, Jessica? You’re stepping over a line you can’t un-cross.”
Jessica ki blue-grey eyes Rahul ki eyes mein lock thin. Uski breathing fast aur uneven ho chuki thi. “Yes... I know exactly what I’m doing.”
“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want to stay here... with you. I want this,” usne low, husky voice mein accept kiya.



Rahul ne apne thumb ko Jessica ke soft, plum lower lip par slowly rub kiya. Usne abhi bhi use kiss nahi kiya. Usne bas uski hunger ko build hone diya.
“Get on your knees.”
Jessica’s breath hitched in her throat. Usne Rahul ki dark eyes mein ek last time look kiya, aur phir bina kisi protest ke, ek obedient surrender ke sath neeche jhukne lagi. Uski tight pencil skirt ke fabric ki rustling sound aayi jab usne executive desk ke soft carpet floor par apne knees tikaye.
Now, she was kneeling directly between his parted thighs, at his belt level. Uske haath thode tremble kar rahe the aur woh uski thighs par ruke hue the.
Rahul ne ek haath se uske khule baalon ko peeche kiya, holding her nape gently but firmly. Doosre haath se usne apne custom trousers ki belt ko unbuckle kiya aur zip ko neeche slide kiya. Usne underwear ke waistband se apna already thick, throbbing, half-hard lund baahar nikaala.
Jessica ki aankhein Rahul ke member par jaakar freeze ho gayin. Usne pichle teen dino se sirf imagination mein is size aur shape ko feel kiya tha, lekin ab woh uske chehre ke bilkul inches door tha — deep veinous, heavy, aur Jessica ki presence se tezi se rock-hard ho raha tha.
“Take it out. Completely,” Rahul commanded softly.
Jessica ne apne kaanpte hue hands se Rahul ke lund ko hold kiya. The skin was burning hot, aur uska sheer girth uski mutthi mein perfectly feel ho raha tha. Usne use trousers se fully expose kiya. Uska swollen head ab Jessica ke glossy lips ke bilkul pass touch ho raha tha.
Rahul ne uske head ke peeche grip ko thoda tight kiya aur use slightly aage push kiya. “Put it in your mouth.”
Jessica ne apni eyes utha kar Rahul ko dekha, her cheeks flushed with intense heat aur shame, aur phir apne hothon ko part karke Rahul ke broad head ko apne mouth mein le liya.
“Mmmgh...”
Her mouth was insanely soft, wet, aur warm. Rahul ne ek deep breath li, his jaw clenching slightly as the raw sensation washed over him, lekin usne apna emotional control drop nahi hone diya. Usne Jessica ke baalon ko aur tightness se pakda.
“Deeper, Jessica. Take all of it.”
Jessica ne slowly apne head ko move karna shuru kiya, sucking his shaft deeper into her throat. Uske soft lips Rahul ke thickness ke around dangerously stretch ho rahe the. A wet, sloppy sound started echoing in the silent, dim cabin — glck... slurp... glck. Pehle sirf the head, phir mid-shaft, aur phir full length. Jab Rahul ka tip uske deep throat ko hit kiya, Jessica’s eyes watered slightly with a natural gag reflex, lekin usne apna head back off nahi kiya. She wanted this dominance.
Rahul started taking control of the rhythm. Usne Jessica ke head ko hold karke smooth, deliberate, aur measured thrusts dena shuru kiya.
“That’s it... fuck... let my cock stretch that pretty mouth of yours.”



Jessica ne apni aankhein band kar liin. She was sucking him with an unholy desperation, as if she had been starved for this exact kind of raw, dirty passion for years. Uske warm tongue Rahul ke underside veins ko lick kar rahi thi, jabki uske white-gloved hands Rahul ke muscular thighs ko tightly grip kiye hue the. Her husband Mark had never used her like this, never demanded this level of total submission. She was performing fellatio on her boss on the 27th floor of a San Francisco skyscbangr, and the sheer taboo of it was driving her wild.
Rahul’s grip on her hair tightened even more. Usne rhythm ko fast kar diya.
“Faster. Take every single inch.”
Jessica accelerated her head movement. The quiet executive cabin was now filled with dirty, wet, rhythmic sounds — glck... glck... glck... slurp. Her saliva was coating his entire shaft, making it glisten under the yellow desk light. Every time Rahul pushed his hips forward, her throat swallowed him whole. mascara was slightly smudging at the edges of her eyes due to the tears of gagging, making her look extraordinarily undone and wild.
Rahul was using her mouth with pure, calculated ownership.
“Aahhh... you have such a wet, hungry mouth, Jessica,” Rahul’s voice was now deeper, thick with rising orgasm. “A married corporate woman... kneeling on the floor, acting like a total slut for me.”
Jessica responded to his dirty words by swallowing even deeper, her throat clamping tight around his head. Uski breathing raspy aur ragged thi.
Rahul felt the heavy surge building up in his lower abdomen. Uske quads stiffen ho gaye aur usne Jessica ke sar ko tightly press karke his last few hard, relentless thrusts directly into her throat delivered kiye.
“I’m coming... don't you dare spill a single drop.”
Jessica kept her eyes tightly shut, locking her lips firmly around his base. Rahul’s body went completely rigid as he shot his hot, thick, heavy cum deep into her mouth.
“Aahhh... fuck... swallow it all!”
Rounds of warm, heavy cum filled her mouth cavity. Jessica swallowed desperately, her throat moving in thick gulps (gulp... gulp). Some of the white cream escaped the corner of her lips, dripping down her chin onto her silk blouse, but she kept licking his tip, making sure to clean every last drop from his shaft until he was completely drained.
When Rahul finally released his grip from her hair, he pulled his softening cock from her mouth. Jessica immediately used her tongue to lick her own lips and chin, cleaning the residual cum off herself with total obedience.
Silence returned to the room, punctuated only by their heavy, ragged breathing.
Rahul looked down at her. Her lips were swollen and red, her eyes glassy with tears and pleasure, her mascara slightly smudged, and her silk blouse disheveled.
“Get up,” Rahul said softly, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
Jessica stood up on trembling, unstable legs. Her knees were weak from kneeling on the floor. She smoothed down her pencil skirt, feeling a deep mixture of immense sexual relief, shock, and dirty gratification. She couldn't meet his eyes directly due to the sudden wave of vulnerability.
Rahul grabbed her chin once again, tilting her head up until she was forced to look into his dark, penetrating gaze.
“From today... whenever I call you into this office, whenever I tell you to kneel... you come. Do you understand me?”
Jessica swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling. “Yes...” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I need to hear it clearly, Jessica.”
“Yes, Rahul... I’ll come. Whenever you want.”
Rahul wiped a tiny drop of cum from her lower lip with his thumb and brought it to his own mouth, licking it off. “Good girl. Now go to the restroom, fix your face, and leave. Don't go straight home... go somewhere else first to clear your head.”
Jessica picked up her designer leather bag with shaking hands. She walked toward the heavy glass door, her heels clicking softly on the floor. Before stepping out into the dark corridor, she turned back one last time.
Rahul was sitting in his executive chair, watching her — calm, powerful, completely relaxed, and in absolute control of her mind and body.
She slipped out of the room, locking the door softly behind her.
Rahul adjusted his trousers, buckled his belt, and leaned back into his leather chair, closing his eyes in the warm shadows of the cabin.
Jessica Walker was no longer just an employee or an internal source. She was completely trapped in his web.
Bound, ruined, and completely under his thumb.


In India:

Shaam ke 6:40 baj rahe the.
Abhay ne Trupti ko city ke us chote se, cozy café mein bulaaya tha jahan woh dono pehli baar college ke shuruaati dino mein properly baithne aaye the. Café ka interior purani wooden tables aur warm amber lights se mehakk raha tha. Corner ki table par baithne se bahar ki sadak ka shaam ka traffic bas ek silent movie ki tarah dikhta tha, jiski aawaz andar ki soft acoustic music mein dab jaati thi.
Abhay ne Trupti ke aane se pehle hi uski favourite thick hot chocolate with extra marshmallows order kar di thi. Khud ke liye usne ek simple black coffee mangwayi thi. Table par rakhe uske dono haath thode restless the — uski ungliyan coffee cup ke edges ko baar-baar touch kar rahi thin, jaise woh apne dimaag mein chal rahi kisi bohot badi baat ko shabdon mein dhalne ki tayyari kar raha ho.
Trupti saamne wali chair par baithi thi. Usne ek simple cream-colored knit top aur light blue denim jeans pehni thi. Uske baal khule the jo uske shoulders par aaram se bikhre hue the. Uske chehre par ek pyari, serene smile thi, lekin uski gehri brown aankhon mein woh quiet distance ab bhi kabhi-kabhi jhalkti thi jo pichle kuch hafton se Rahul ke phone calls aur internal guilt ki wajah se paida hui thi.
Abhay ne thodi der Trupti ke chehre ko dekha, phir aage jhuk kar uska haath apne dono garm haathon mein le liya.
“Trupti… main tumse kuch baat karna chahta tha. Properly. Bina kisi mazaak ke.”
Trupti ne uski serious tone ko notice kiya aur uski aankhon mein dekha. “Bolo, Abhay. Sab theek hai na?”
Abhay ne ek gehri saans li, thodi der pause kiya, aur phir bilkul saaf aawaz mein bola, “College ka yeh aakhiri saal ab behad jaldi khatam hone wala hai. Main pichle kuch hafton se sirf uske baad ke baare mein soch raha hoon. Humare baare mein... humare future ke baare mein.”
Trupti ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski dil ki dhadkan thodi tez hui. Usne bas Abhay ke haath ko apne haathon ke beech thoda dabaaye rakha.
Abhay ne apni baat continue ki, uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa raw emotion tha. “Main jaanta hoon tumhari family ka background, unka status... sab humse bohot alag hai. Tumhari mom, tumhara lifestyle, tumhari upbringing... sab bohot high level ka hai. Main ek normal, middle-class family se hoon. Aur main pichle kitne dino se yeh soch raha hoon ki main kabhi nahi chahta ki shaadi ke baad tumhe lage ki tumne kisi aisi jagah compromise kar liya jahan tumhe woh sab na mile jo tum deserve karti ho.”
Uski aawaz mein koi show-off ya false pride nahi tha. Bas ek ekdam clear, stubborn sincerity thi. Usne Trupti ke haath ko aur tightly pakda.
“Main tumse shaadi karna chahta hoon, Trupti. Main tumhe apni biwi banana chahta hoon. Lekin main yeh nahi chahta ki kal ko tumhari family ya koi bhi outsider yeh kahe ki Trupti ne apne se neeche dekh kar shaadi kar li. Isliye main college ke baad behad mehnat karne wala hoon. Top placement, extra certifications, networking, ya aage chalkar apna khud ka kuch start karna… jo bhi karna pade. Main khud ko us position par le jaana chahta hoon jahan main tumhare barabar khada ho sakun. Jahan main tumhe woh har khushi de sakun jo tumne apne ghar par dekhi hai.”





Trupti ne Abhay ke chehre ko gaur se dekha. Uske dil ke andar ek behad warm aur emotional lehren uthi. Status aur family status ki baat usne pichle kuch dino mein sochi zaroor thi, lekin Abhay ke munh se yeh sab itni honesty aur determination ke sath sunna uske dil ko chhoo gaya. Usne Abhay ke haath ko apne doosre haath se bhi cover kar liya.
“Main tumhare status ya tumhare paise dekh kar tumse pyaar nahi karti, Abhay,” usne ekdam dheemi, mithi aawaz mein kaha. “Main tumse isliye pyaar karti hoon kyunki tum tum ho. Simple, caring, loving... aur sabse bada, tumhare paas hokar mujhe safe feel hota hai.”
Abhay ne uski aankhon mein dekha, uski eyes thodi moist thin. “Phir bhi, Trupti… main try karunga. Main har woh koshish karunga taaki future mein tumhe kabhi ek second ke liye bhi yeh regret na ho ki tumne mere sath rehne ka galat decision liya. Main din-raat ek kar dunga. Tum bas har step par mere sath rehna.”

Trupti ke hothon par ek halki, sachhi muskaan aa gayi. “Main tumhare sath hi toh hoon, Abhay. Hamesha.”
Abhay ne uske haath ko uthakar apne gaal se lagaya. Uske gaalon par Trupti ke haathon ki softness feel hui. “Promise?”
Trupti ne apni aankhein Abhay ki aankhon mein poori tarah lock ki. “Promise.”
Yeh ek single word uske munh se nikalte hi, Trupti ke andar ek ajeeb sa bhari weight bhi aa gaya. Yeh promise behad simple tha. Ekdam clean tha. Uske samne future ki ek ekdam bright aur clear picture khadi ho gayi thi — Abhay ke sath ek respected, safe, loving aur stable life. Ek aisi life jisme koi secret calls nahi the, koi guilt nahi tha, aur koi andhera nahi tha. Usne yeh life dil se chaahi bhi thi.
Café ki warm lights unke chehron par pad rahi thin. Abhay ne aage jhuk kar Trupti ke haath ke piche halka sa kiss kiya. Uske chehre par ek naya, rock-solid determination tha — jaise usne abhi-abhi apni zindagi ka sabse bada personal goal set kar liya ho.
“Main behad serious hoon is baare mein,” Abhay ne coffee ka sip lete hue kaha. “Aaj se hi main apna poora focus shift kar raha hoon. Advanced corporate strategy projects, skill-building, corporate networking... jo bhi zaroori hoga. Main nahi chahta ki future mein kabhi bhi tumhe lage ki main tumhare liye enough nahi hoon.”
Trupti ne uske haath ko press kiya. “Tum mere liye pehle se hi enough ho, Abhay.”
Abhay ne halka sa has diya, lekin uski aankhon ka woh naya seriousness abhi bhi wahan bana hua tha. “Phir bhi… main aur better banna chahta hoon. Tumhare liye.”
Agle ek ghante tak woh dono café mein waise hi baithe rahe. Future ke baare mein baatein hoti rahinh — shaadi ke timelines, college khatam hone ke baad kaunse city mein shift hona chahiye, kaise career plans banane hain. Abhay zyada bol raha tha, uska dimaag already future roadmap banane mein laga hua tha. Trupti use sun rahi thi, beech-beech mein haan mein jawab de rahi thi, aur uske haath ko pakde hue thi.
Café se baahar nikalte waqt thand badh chuki thi. Abhay ne Trupti ko apni bike par baithaya. Raaste bhar tez hawa Trupti ke khule baalon ko uda rahi thi. Trupti ne apni dono baahein Abhay ki kamar ke gird kas kar lapaat rakhi thin, apna chehra uski shoulder par tikaye hue. Abhay ke kahe hue sabhi shabd abhi bhi uske kaano mein goonj rahe the — Main tumhare barabar khada ho sakun.
Hostel ke main gate par bike rokte hue Abhay ne helmet utaara. “Main is promise ko lekar behad serious hoon, Trupti. Tum dekhna, main sab kuch karke dikhaunga.”
Trupti ne bike se utarte hue uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre par ek soft, supportive smile thi. “Main jaanti hoon tum kar loge.”
Abhay ne aage jhuk kar Trupti ke maathe par ek halka, loving kiss kiya aur phir bike start karke wapas chala gaya.

Trupti hostel ke andar ghusi. Corridor bilkul khali aur quiet tha. Room 304 mein pahuche toh wahan Sheetal nahi thi, woh shayad library mein thi. Trupti ne apna bag table par rakha, room ki lights on ki, aur wooden dressing mirror ke samne jaakar khadi ho gayi.
Usne mirror mein apne reflection ko gaur se dekha.
Abhay use ek behad clean, safe aur bright future offer kar raha tha.
Ek aisa future jisme woh uski proud aur respected wife hogi.
Jisme woh har tarah ke emotional storm se safe rahegi.
Jisme Rahul ka koi dark shadow nahi hoga.
Usne Abhay ko promise kiya tha.
Lekin mirror mein apni hi aankhon mein dekhte hue, Trupti ke dimaag ke ek kone mein ek chhoti si, uneasy thought ne janam liya —
Ki jo ladka ab uske aur unke future ke liye din-raat itni mehnat karne wala tha,
woh dheere-dheere apne kaam, projects aur career mein utna hi busy aur engrossed hota chala jaayega.
Bilkul waise hi… jaise kabhi Sanjeev hua karta tha.
Aur jab Sanjeev apne business mein busy ho gaya tha, tabhi toh Rahul ne uski life mein entry li thi...
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band kar liin.
Abhay ka promise abhi bhi ekdam fresh tha.
Garm tha. Safe tha.
Lekin us promise ke piche ek quiet, haunting pehchaan bhi chupchap khadi thi —
Ki kabhi-kabhi,
jab koi mard tumhare future ke liye bohot zyada mehnat karne lagta hai,
toh woh unknowingly tumse thoda door bhi hone lagta hai... aur wahi doori andhere ko wapas aane ka rasta deti 


Raat ke 12:50 baj rahe the.

Hostel room mein Sheetal gehri neend mein so rahi thi. Uski saansein ekdam regular thin. Study table par rakhi lamp band thi, aur poore kamre mein sirf phone screen ki ek cold white light Trupti ke chehre aur uski nangi gardan par pad rahi thi. Woh bed par leti hui thi, blanket ke neeche aadhi nangi skin par garm saansein chhodte hue. Uski aankhon se neend gayab thi.
Pichle kai dino se USA se Rahul ka koi message ya call nahi aaya tha. Usne khud bhi use likhne ki himmat nahi ki thi. Unke beech ek ajeeb si, suspense-bhari khamoshi chal rahi thi. Kabhi-kabhi Trupti ko lagta tha ki shayad Rahul vahan San Francisco mein busy ho gaya hai, ya usne distance maintain karne ka faisla le liya hai. Lekin yeh soch bhi use sukoon nahi deti thi — balki uske andar ek ajeeb sa khali-pan aur aag chhod jaati thi.
Phone achanak vibrate hua.
Screen par naam chamka:
Rahul
Trupti ka dil ek dam se tez jhatka kha kar dhadakne laga. Usne turant ghabra kar Sheetal ki taraf dekha — woh abhi bhi doosri taraf karwat liye so rahi thi. Phir Trupti ne phone ko blanket ke andar kheench kar message window kholi.
Sirf ek line thi, jisme wahi purani dominance aur haq tha:
Rahul: Is hafte kya kiya, Mummy? Mujhe detail mein jaan-na hai. Har ek cheez.
Koi emoji nahi. Koi soft greeting nahi. Koi rasmi sawal nahi.
Bas ek seedha, dirty, command jisme usne use 'Mummy' bol kar uske poore jism mein ek bijli dauda di thi.
Trupti ne screen par likhe us ek lafz — 'Mummy' — ko der tak dekha. Uski ungliyan thandi pad gayi thin, lekin uski thighs ke beech achanak ek garm geelapan phailne laga tha. Yeh chhota sa message uske poore shareer mein ek behad ajeeb aur intense bechaini phaila raha tha. Shaam ko hi Abhay ke sath usne café mein promise wali baat ki thi. Future ki baat ki thi — ek clean, warm, safe rishta. Aur ab yeh message aaya tha, jaise koi hazaron mile door baith kar bhi uska gala aur uski choot pakad kar daba raha ho.



Usne kaanpte haathon se type karna shuru kiya, phir mita diya. Phir se likha:

Trupti: Rahul... College, classes, fest ke baad ka routine tha. Abhay ke saath thoda time bitaya. Sab normal hai.
Reply bina kisi delay ke aage se turant aaya:
Rahul: Normal? Jab woh 8-inch ka lund tere andar daalta hai... jab woh tera cum nikaalta hai, tab bhi sab normal lagta hai tujhe, Mummy?
Trupti ki saans ruk si gayi. Usne jaldi se phone ko apne dono boobs ke beech chipka liya, jaise screen ki warmth uski skin ko jalaye de rahi ho. Sheetal ab bhi so rahi thi. Uski heartbeat itni tez thi ki use laga Sheetal jaag jayegi. Usne thodi der baad blanket ke andar hi fingers se fast type kiya.
Trupti: Rahul… please, mat bol aisa…
Rahul: Reply kar mujhe, Mummy. Detail mein bata. Usne kaha-kaha chooma? Kitni baar teri choot mein cum kiya?
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band ki. Uske dimaag mein Abhay ke sath classroom waali raat, resort waali raat — uska uske boobs ko munh mein lena, uski choot mein ungliyan daalna, uska lund andar tak ghusna — sab kuch ek dirty film ki tarah ghumne laga. Uski panty ab poori tarah se uske apne geelapan se chipak chuki thi. Usne dheere se type kiya:
Trupti: Haan… uske saath sex hua. Usne classroom mein… mujhe desk par lita kar meri choot mein ungliyan daali thin… aur main uske munh par hi nikal gayi thi…
Thodi der tak screen par 'Rahul is typing...' dikhta raha. Phir message aaya:
Rahul: Aur jab woh tujhe chod raha hota hai, Mummy… jab woh tere andar apna cum daalta hai… toh tu poori tarah se uske sath hoti hai? Ya dimaag mein mera lund soch rahi hoti hai?
Yeh sawal Trupti ke pet aur choot mein seedha ek sharp aag ki tarah laga. Kyunki sach yahi tha. Kai baar jab Abhay uske upar jhuk kar use chod raha hota tha, Trupti apni aankhein band karke yeh imagine karti thi ki yeh Rahul hai jo use itni besharmi se use kar raha hai. Usne is baar koi jhoot nahi bola. Uske haath kaanp rahe the.
Trupti: Kabhi-kabhi… tere baare mein sochti hoon. Dimaag mein tu hi hota hai, Rahul.
Screen par thodi der tak sannata raha. Trupti ki saansein bhaari ho rahi thin, usne apni ek haath ki ungliyan blanket ke andar le jaakar apni panty ke upar se choot ko halka sa press kiya.





Phir Rahul ka message aaya:

Rahul: Good girl, Mummy. Abhi apni panty hata. Do ungliyan andar daal aur mere baare mein sochte hue apna paani nikaal. Abhi.
Trupti ne screen ko dekha. Uske munh se ek dabi hui moan nikalne ko hui. Usne blanket ke andar hi apni short nighty ko upar khincha, panty ko knees tak neeche sarakaya, aur apni do fingers ko apni geeli, swollen choot ke andar deep ghusa diya.
Slurp…
Usne fast rhythm mein ungliyan andar-baahar karna shuru kiya. Phone screen par Rahul ka agla message chamka:
Rahul: Nikal gaya tera paani?
Trupti: Aahhh… haan Rahul… tera naam soch kar… nikal gaya… mera poora paani nikal gaya…
Rahul: Achha. Ab chup-chap so ja, Mummy.
Bas itna.
Koi aur baat nahi. Koi rasmi affection nahi.



Trupti ne phone ko apne seene se, apne nange boobs ke beech tightly pakde rakha. Uske jism mein ek behad intense, dirty garmi phail chuki thi. Rahul ne use koi romantic words nahi kahe the. Bas itne se rough, commanding messages the. Lekin unhone Trupti ke poore wajood, uske saare shareer ko hila kar rakh diya tha.

Woh dark, incestuous control. Woh hazaron mile door se bhi use 'Mummy' bol kar apni ungliyon par nachane wala tarika. Woh feeling ki chahe woh Abhay ke sath kitna bhi safe future plan kar le, uski choot aur uski aatma par haq sirf Rahul ka hi hai.
Abhay ke sath usne shaam ko hi future ki baat ki thi. Promise kiya ka.
Lekin Rahul ke is chhote se command ne uske andar wahi purani, gandi craving wapas khol kar rakh di thi —
Woh craving jo safe nahi thi. Woh craving jo clean nahi thi. Woh craving jo uske promise ko poori tarah se tabah kar rahi thi.
Trupti ne phone ko seene se chipkaya. Uski aankhein andhere mein khuli hui thin, aur thighs ke beech uske apne fluids abhi bhi thande pad rahe the.
Neend us raat bhi behad der se aayi.
Aur jab aayi, toh uske sapnon mein Abhay ka koi soft, pyara future nahi tha.
Sirf Rahul ki woh cold, rough aur possessive aawaz thi jo uske kaan mein phusphusakar keh rahi thi —
Detail mein bata, Mummy...

[Joker44]

India – Shaam ke 7:50 PM
Trupti ne hostel room ke bed par baithkar Abhay ko message kiya tha:
Trupti:
Aaj free hai? Thodi der mil lete hain... room par ya bahar.
Reply poore pachpan minute baad aaya.
Abhay:
Sorry jaan. Project meeting late tak chal gayi. Profs ne extra task de diya hai placement cell ka. Kal morning try karte hain? Main bohot tied up hoon aaj.
Trupti ne phone ki bright screen ko thodi der tak blankly dekha. Pehle toh usne normal adult behave karne ki koshish ki aur ek quick, supportive smile ke saath typing box mein “Okay, no problem. Take care!” likh kar send kar diya.
Lekin message send hote hi uske andar ek chhoti si, heavy darkness failne lagi. Yeh pehli baar nahi tha. Pichle teen-chaar dino se Abhay ke replies behad late aa rahe the. Unke lambe late-night phone calls ab short, functional updates mein badal chuke the. Jab woh dono milte bhi the, toh Abhay ke chehre par thakan hoti thi. Uski baatein ab romantic ya possessive nahi hoti thin — woh hamesha future ke baare mein baat karta tha: placement packages, resume building, corporate strategy skills, aur long-term financial security.



Present moment unke beech se slowly erase ho raha tha.
Trupti hostel ke common area ki lounge chair par baithi rahi. Baaki ladkiyan aaspaas se guzar rahi thin, hansi-mzak kar rahi thin. Uska phone bilkul silent tha. Abhay ne koi follow-up message nahi bheja. Pehle aisa kabhi nahi hota tha. Pehle woh busy meeting ke beech se bhi ek hidden text bhej deta tha — “I miss your lips” ya “Jaldi free hokar tumhari choot mein ghusunga.” Ab wahan sirf formal, dry information bachi thi.
Trupti ne ek gehri saans li aur apne dimaag ko samjhaaya, “Woh tumhare liye hi toh mehnat kar raha hai, Trupti. Usne promise kiya tha ki woh tumhare barabar khada hoga.”
Yeh baat logically ekdam sahi thi. Usne khud café mein uska determination dekha tha. Lekin jab baat physical reality mein aati thi, toh affection aur attention ki kami sirf neglect lagti thi — chahe us neglect ke piche ki wajah kitni bhi acchi aur noble kyun na ho.
Raat 11:30 baje unki phone call hui. Sirf fourteen minutes ki. Abhay almost poore time apne marketing project ke deadlines ke baare mein bolta raha. Trupti quietly hmmm... haan... karti rahi.
End mein Abhay ne ek gehri yawn li. “Main bohot thak gaya hoon, Trupti. So jaata hoon... kal subah jaldi uthna hai. Love you.”
“Love you too, Abhay,” Trupti ne softly jawab diya.
Call cut hote hi room ki silent darkness Trupti ke nange shareer par ek heavy blanket ki tarah gir gayi. Uski choot mein ek ajeeb sa, unsatisfying khali-pan tha.
USA – San Francisco, Same Night, Executive Suite, 9:40 PM
Rahul ke executive office cabin mein sirf uske massive glass desk par rakhi table lamp ki warm yellow light jal rahi thi. Baaki saara floor andhere mein duba hua tha.
Jessica uske samne khadi thi. Usne aaj bhi “system sync aur reconciliation” ka bahana banaya tha. Ab yeh late-night overtime unke beech ek regular, unspoken ritual ban chuka tha.
Usne ek encrypted metal pen drive desk par rakhi.
“Sanjeev sir ke older, archived private drives se jo residual transaction logs nikal sake… woh sab isme hain,” usne halki, thartharati aawaz mein kaha, uske hoth abhi se thode wet the. “Main ne carefully off-hours mein root access liya. System mein koi audit flag ya breach alert nahi gaya hai.”
Rahul ne pen drive uthayi, use apne laptop mein plug in kiya, aur rapid commands type kiye. Screen par encryption break hote hi files open hone lagin — intricate payment trails, shell company transfers, incomplete offshore movements, aur Sanjeev ke kuch personal luxury expense entries jo corporate accounts ke saath illegally mix kiye gaye the.
Pattern ab poori tarah se clear aur damming tha. Rahul ke paas apne baap, Sanjeev, ko hamesha ke liye destroy karne ka absolute leverage aagaya tha.
“Excellently done, Jessica,” Rahul ne kaha. Uski aawaz mein absolute authority thi, lekij koi emotional warmth nahi thi.
Jessica wahan chupchap khadi rahi. Uske liye Rahul ke mukh se nikla yeh ek chhota sa appreciative word uski poori married life ke neglect par bhaari padne laga tha. Woh Rahul ki validation ke liye behad desperate thi.
Rahul ne screen se apni cold, dark eyes uthayin aur Jessica ke curvaceous body ko dekha.
“Desk ke upar jhuk jao.”



Jessica ne ek second ki bhi hesitation nahi dikhayi. Usne apni leather handbag desk par rakhi, aur agle hi pal executive desk par aage ki taraf bend ho gayi. Usne apni dono baahein polished wood par faila diin.
Rahul apni leather chair se utha aur uske piche aakar khada ho gaya. Usne Jessica ki tight black pencil skirt ke zips ko unfasten kiya aur kapde ko uski smooth, rounded hips tak upar khinch diya. Jessica ne skin-colored silk thong pehni hui thi. Rahul ne ek hi jhatke mein uski thong ko side mein kar diya, revealing her completely exposed, glistening, wet pussy. Uske husband, Mark, ne mahino se use aise touch nahi kiya tha. Uska wetness pehle se hi leakage kar raha tha.
Rahul ne bina kisi warming-up ke apne trousers aur underwear ko neeche slide kiya. Uska fully erect, thick, veinous lund poori tarah se exposed ho gaya.
Usne Jessica ke blonde-brown baalon ko piche se tightly apni fist mein pakda, uski neck ko piche pull kiya, aur apne rock-hard head ko uski tight, wet choot ke entrance par position kiya.
“Aahhh... Rahul...” Jessica ne ek dabi hui, desperate moan chhodi.
Bina kisi mercy ke, Rahul ne apni hips ko aage push kiya. Uska thick shaft ek hi smooth, authoritative stroke mein Jessica ki tight, warm choot ke andar poora root tak ghus gaya.
“Mmmfhh... Ahh! My God... Rahul!” Jessica’s fingers dug into the polished mahogany desk as her tight walls stretched to accommodate his massive girth.
Rahul ne uske baalon ko tight grip mein rakhte hue piche se brutal, heavy rhythm mein choot ki chidai shuru kar di.
Clack... clack... slurp... clack!
Cabin ke silent andhere mein unke wet skin-on-skin impact ki loud, dirty aawazein goonjne lagin. Rahul ka har ek thrust heavy aur calculated tha. Woh use ek object ki tarah, ek highly efficient tool ki tarah use kar raha tha.
“Un files ke baare mein aur kya mila?” Rahul ne chidai ki speed badhaate hue, piche se heavy thrusts maarte hue poocha. Uski saans thodi bhaari thi, lekin aawaz mein control absolute tha.
“Aah! Ahh... S-Sanjeev sir... ahh... unhone ek Caribbean entity ke through... ahh... $4 million routing ki thi!” Jessica gasped out her dirty business updates between heavy, gut-wrenching thrusts. Uska poora body Rahul ke har ek dhakke ke sath desk par shake kar raha tha. “Log files mein... ahh... log files mein unke personal authorization codes hain... Aahhh, fuck, Rahul... deeper!”




Rahul ne uski kamar ko dono haathon se kas kar pakda aur uski choot ko aur fast, depth-driven strokes se hammer karne laga.
Pound... pound... pound... slurp!
“Good slut... keep feeding me his dirt while I stretch your pussy,” Rahul ne uske kaan mein dark, heavy tone mein bola.
Jessica ki legs tharthara rahi thin. Uski choot ke walls Rahul ke lund ko desperately squeeze kar rahe the. Uski married pussy ek boss ke lund par secondary climax hit karne wali thi. “I’m... I’m coming, Rahul! Ahhh! I’m yours... I’m totally yours!”
Jessica’s pussy clamped intensely around his shaft in a violent orgasm. Rahul’s jaw clenched. Usne uske hips ko ekdam tight grip mein hold kiya aur last ke char-paanch violent, deep thrusts maarte hue apna hot, thick, heavy cum seedha Jessica ki choot ke sabse gehri jagah par blast kar diya.
“Aahhh... take all of it...”




Warm, heavy cream filled her deep womb. Rahul ne apna lund uski dripping choot se baahar nahi nikaala; woh thodi der tak uske andar hi deep embedded raha, letting her feel his weight and his mark inside her.
Thodi der baad, Rahul ne apna lund baahar khincha. White cum Jessica ki wet, opened choot se nikal kar uski thighs ke piche drip hone laga.
Rahul ne desktop se ek tissue paper uthakar apne shaft ko wipe kiya aur trousers ko button up kar liya.
“Kal shaam tak jo remaining older logs hain, unhe bhi nikaal kar meri personal drive mein sync kar dena. Clean execution. Koi audit trace nahi rehna chahiye,” Rahul ne command diya, jaise abhi unke beech kuch hua hi na ho.
Jessica ne desk se uthkar, kaanpte hue legs par apne kapde adjust kiye. Uske hoth aur chehra orgasm ki waja se flush ho chuke the.
Usne haan mein sar hilaya, her eyes filled with complete submission. “Yes, Rahul... everything will be ready by tomorrow.”
Woh apni bag uthakar cabin se chupchap nikal gayi.
Darwaza band hote hi Rahul ne apne laptop par un newly extracted Sanjeev-linked financial files ko ek double-encrypted offshore folder mein move kar diya.
Screen par Sanjeev ke shady transactions aur shell company accounts dark yellow light mein clear chamak rahe the.
Do parallel zindagiyan.
Ek taraf India mein, Abhay din-raat mehnat kar raha tha — ek bright future ke liye, apne promise ke liye, Trupti ke high status ke barabar khada hone ke liye. Lekin us mehnat ki pehli real keemat Trupti ke liye attention aur physical presence ki kami ban kar samne aa rahi thi.
Doosri taraf USA mein, Rahul bina kisi shor ke, ek married aurat ki choot aur dimaag dono ko use karke Sanjeev ke empire ke andar ghus raha tha.
Koi faltu ka shor nahi.
Koi jaldbazi nahi.
Sirf absolute, ruthless progress.
Dono taraf se, alag-alag continents par,
Trupti ki zindagi ke irid-girid hidden boundary lines shift hone lagin thin... aur andhera wapas apna rasta dhoond raha tha.

[Joker44]

Subah ke 8:15 baj rahe the.
San Francisco ke ek secluded, high-end apartment ke sunlit bedroom mein, hawa mein mehngi coffee, thandi morning breeze aur rough sex ki smell mix thi. King-sized bed par, white Egyptian cotton sheets poori tarah se bikhre hue the.
Rahul bed ke edge par baitha hua tha. Uski muscular back par scratches ke faint nishan the. Uske samne, bed par doggy style posture mein ek behad gorgeous Italian college girl jhuki hui thi — Sophia. Uske long, voluminous wavy dark hair uske bare shoulders par phail ke gire hue the. Uske tight, rounded hips hawa mein uthe hue the, aur uski fair, milky skin par sweaty shine chamak rahi thi.
Rahul ne piche se uski kamar ko dono haathon se kas kar pakda aur aakhiri hard, merciless thrusts maarne laga.
Pound... pound... slurp... pound!
“Ahhh! Dio mio... Rahul!” Sophia’s raspy, accent-heavy voice echoed in the room. Uske haath mattress ke sheets ko tightly grip kar rahe the. Uska voluptuous body har ek violent stroke ke sath aage-piche shake ho raha tha. “Fuck me... yeah, fuck me harder! Ahh... don't stop!”
Rahul ne uski waist ko ek side se grip karke uske bare hips ko aur hard jerk diya. Uska thick, veinous lund uski dripping, stretched Italian pussy ko depth tak slam kar raha tha. Rahul ka expression ekdam cold aur calculated tha, par uski physical power raw thi. Usne last char-paanch vicious thrusts maare aur deep embedded hote hue apna hot, heavy cum uski choot ke deep womb mein shoot kar diya.
“Ahh... fuck...” Rahul ने ek low, raspy saans chhodi.



Mmmgh! Yes... fill me up... ahhh!” Sophia gasped, her body trembling violently under the wave of a intense orgasm. Uski pussy walls Rahul ke shaft ko tightly squeeze kar rahi thin.
Rahul ne thodi der baad bina kisi lingering warmth ke apna lund baahar khincha. White cream dripping sound ke sath uski inner thighs par behne laga. Rahul bed se utha, neutral grey sweatpants aur black t-shirt pehni, aur desk se apni watch utha kar pehenne laga.
Sophia bed par pet ke bal gir gayi, her heavy breasts pressed against the mattress, breathing heavily. Usne apne baalon ko piche karke Rahul ko dekha.
“You're leaving already?” Sophia ne apni husky, accent-rich voice mein poocha, slightly pouting. “We didn't even have breakfast.”
“I have lectures at the university. I need to run,” Rahul ne cold, smooth voice mein kaha, grabbing his backpack from the leather chair.
Sophia slightly laughed, shaking her head as she pulled the sheet up to cover her waist. “You are so sly... You stayed in my bed the whole night, fucked me like a wild animal, and you didn't even give me your real last name or phone number.”

Rahul ne door handle par haath rakha. Uske hothon par ek halki, unreadable muskaan aayi — zero warmth, pure enigmatic dominance. Usne halka sa laugh kiya, koi jawag nahi diya, aur door khol kar corridor mein nikal gaya.
Ghante bhar baad.
San Francisco university campus ke central quad par subah ka mahaul behad fast tha. Students coffee cups haath mein liye wooden benches par baithe the, bicycled-riders shortcuts kaat rahe the, aur plaza ke ek corner mein project presentations ki slides flash ho rahi thin. Hawa mein ek sharp, thandi bay breeze thi.
Rahul black hoodie aur dark jeans mein campus library ke broad concrete steps ki taraf badh raha tha. Backpack ek shoulder par slung tha. Chehra wahi usual — shant, completely unreadable, and distant.
Woh steps par teen-chaar kadam chadh hi raha tha ki uski sharp gaze ek figure par jaakar freeze ho gayi.
Library ke main entrance doors ke paas.
Dark grey jacket. Black denim pants. Baal last India wale time se thode lambe aur styled ho gaye the. Sharp jawline, aur cheeks par halki si trim beard. Phone haath mein tha, lekin uski typing achanak ruk gayi thi.
Vikki.
Rahul ke steps ek second ke liye hawa mein ruk gaye. Aaspaas ki campus student noise jaise background noise mein convert hokar fade ho gayi. Itne mahine, itna distance, naya desh, naya university, alag programs — phir bhi yeh chehra achanak samne aana aisi feeling tha jaise koi purani, gandi file system mein accidentally open ho gayi ho.
Vikki ne bhi theek usi second apni nazar phone se uthayi.
Dono ki eyes air mein lock ho gayin.
Pehle sharp surprise.
Phir instant recognition.
Phir ek heavy, thandi, aur dangerous silence.
Vikki ne phone ko apni jacket pocket mein daala. Rahul ne steps se neeche aana slowly continue rakha. Ab unke beech sirf teen-chaar feet ki distance bachi thi.
“Rahul,” Vikki ne pehle bola. Uski aawaz ekdam flat thi. Usme na koi purani dosti ki warmth thi, na hi openly aggressive hostility.
“Vikki,” Rahul ne ek calm, deep nod ke sath jawab diya.
Vikki ka poora history aur background Rahul ke dimaag mein kisi violent flashback ki tarah ek sath nahi aaya. Woh pieces mein aaya — jaise kisi purane, gande college corridor ki damp smell achanak dimaag mein hit kar jaye.
India mein Vikki uske college circle ka ek inevitable part tha. Best friend nahi tha, lekin usse zyada close tha jitna normally campus rivalry allow karti thi. Same academic year. Same sports grounds. Same ladkiyon ke baare mein dirty, unfiltered commentary. Vikki inherently aggressive tha. Arrogant. Uska dimaag jaldi gusse mein aag pakadta tha, aur woh kabhi kisi physical fight se piche nahi hat-ta tha. Abhay ke group se uski purani, deep-rooted tension thi — jo baad mein ek violent gang fight mein badal gayi thi Jab Sheetal ka case hua tha.
Sheetal.
Woh naam ab bhi unke past mein ek kaali, ugly line ki tarah khicha hua tha. Vikki ne uske sath jo kiya tha — mental force, explicit blackmail threats, audio recording — uske baad campus ka mahaul poori tarah se toxic ho gaya tha. Abhay ke group ne use campus ke piche brutal tarike se peeta tha. Vikki ne revenge lene ka mood banaya tha. Aur us revenge ki dark, hungry gaze seedha us aurat par jaakar tiki thi jo us saal college mein ek “nayi, innocent student” bankar aayi thi.
Trupti.
Vikki use pehli nazar se ek high-value item ki tarah dekhta tha. Uski figure, uski quiet, shy walk, uska innocent chehra — Vikki ke dimaag mein yeh sab sirf dirty sexual commentary ban jaata tha. College picnic bus ke andhere mein jo hua tha, jungle trip ke waqt crowding ka fayda uthakar Vikki ne jo Trupti ke boobs aur kamar par haath chalaye the, aur blackmail ki jo language usne use ki thi — Rahul ko woh sab bohot baad mein pata chala tha. Par tab tak irreparable damage ho chuka tha.
Vikki ne ek raat drink karte hue Rahul ke samne ek open, shameless challenge bhi rakha tha.
“Agar main usse nahi le paya, toh tu lena, Rahul. Maal tagda hai.”
Usne sneer karke kaha tha, jaise Trupti koi conquer karne wali trophy ho.
Rahul us time bhi achhi tarah jaanta tha ki Vikki uske munh par dost ban kar peeth peeche apna alag, manipulative game khelega. Vikki ne Trupti ko chhua, dabaaya, use kiya — aur Rahul ko andhere mein rakha tha. Phir scandal ka khauf, security officer aur authority ka darr, low profile maintain karna, aur finally college transfer lekar San Francisco bhaagna.
Aur ab woh yahan khada tha. Same university plaza. Alag department. Naya shehar. Lekin wahi purana, hungry chehra.
“Yahan?” Vikki ne poocha, uski aankhein Rahul ke attire aur posture ko scan kar rahi thin. “Is university mein?”
“Haan,” Rahul ne crisp voice mein kaha. “Executive Business program. Tum?”
“Computer Science. Master's,” Vikki ne haath jacket pocket mein deeper dale. “Main nahi jaanta tha tum bhi yahan ho.”
“Main bhi nahi.”
Thodi der tak dono ek doosre ki eyes, posture aur body language ko cold precision ke sath measure karte rahe. Hundreds of American students unke around se nikal rahe the. Kisi ko pata nahi tha ki in do Indian guys ke beech konsi dark, dirty history khadi hai.
Vikki ne aakhir mein woh naam apni zabaan par laaya jo dono ke dimaag mein pichle do minute se loudly echo kar raha tha.
“Woh… Trupti. Usse baat hoti hai abhi?”
Rahul ne Vikki ki aankhon mein seedha dekha. Uski eyelid tak nahi phadki. Usku face expression bilkul flat raha. “Kabhi-kabhi.”




Vikki ki jawline visibly tight ho gayi. Usne aage aur detail maangne ki koshish nahi ki, lekin uski eyes mein heavy questions clear the: Kaisi hai woh? Abhi bhi Abhay ke sath hai? Tumne uske sath kya kiya? Tum ab bhi...
Rahul ne use ek drop extra information nahi di. Complete silence maintain kiya.
Vikki ne apni nazar halki si hatayi. Usne surroundings ko scan kiya, jaise check kar raha ho ki koi unhe dekh toh nahi raha. “India ke baad se main ne try kiya sab kuch peeche chhodne ka, Rahul. Yahan US shift ho gaya. Naya start. Naya department. Clean image.”
Rahul ne use dekha. “Naya start. Achha hai.”
Uski tone mein na koi taana tha, na koi fake sympathy. Lekin Vikki ne uski underlying coldness ko immediately pakad liya. Usne fake smile laane ki koshish ki, par uski smile lift-off hone se pehle hi fail ho gayi.
“Tum ab bhi bilkul waisi hi energy rakhte ho,” Vikki ne quiet, raspy voice mein kaha. “Pehle bhi dark aur cold the. Ab bhi ho. Yahan campus mein log sochte hain tum koi highly ambitious, serious international student ho. Unhe nahi pata ki tum...”
Usne sentence ko beech mein hi chhod diya.
Rahul ne apne backpack ki strap ko shoulder par adjust kiya. “Lecture hai mera. Main nikalta hoon.”
“Rahul.”
Rahul ne do step aage badh kar ruk gaya. Usne piche gardan ghumakar dekha.
Vikki ki aawaz is baar behad low, almost secretive thi. “Jo bhi pehle hua… India mein… bus mein, campus fights mein, Trupti ke around… main us sab ko hamesha ke liye peeche chhodna chahta hoon. Tum bhi chhod do. Yahan hum dono ek ekdam alag zindagi ji rahe hain.”
Rahul ne use der tak dekha.
Uske dimaag mein Vikki ka purana, disgusting version ghum gaya — woh ladka jo Sheetal ko intimate pictures se intimidate karta tha, jo Abhay se road fights karta tha, jo picnic bus ki crowding mein Trupti ke piche apna haath ghusa kar uske boobs dabaata tha, aur jo baad mein mazaak uda kar sochta tha ki Rahul ko kuch pata nahi hai. Woh Vikki yahan thoda polished dikh raha tha — branded jacket, campus ID card, sophisticated student look. Lekin uski hazel eyes ke piche wahi gandi hunger thi. Dabi hui. Temporarily controlled. Par kabhi khatam na hone wali.
Rahul ne ekdam quietly kaha, “Main kisi cheez ko peeche chhodne ki koshish nahi kar raha, Vikki. Main bas apna kaam kar raha hoon.”
Uski aawaz itni shant aur heavy thi ki Vikki ke dimaag ke liye use decode karna impossible ho gaya. Warning thi? Open threat tha? Ya statement of fact tha? Kuch bhi clear nahi tha.
Vikki ne aakhir mein ek stiff nod diya. “Theek hai. Bas… randomly campus mein mil gaye toh socha clear kar loon. Yahan Indian circles chhote hain. Dobara takrana normal hoga.”
Rahul ne ek short, cold nod diya aur library ke broad steps chadh kar main glass doors ke andar chala gaya.
Vikki steps ke bottom par chupchap khada raha.
Jab Rahul poori tarah se uski sight se disappear ho gaya, tab Vikki ne pocket se apna phone nikaala. Screen light up hui. Usne kuch type nahi kiya. Bas blankly screen ko ghoorta raha.
Uske dimaag mein India ka dark past wapas overflow hone laga tha.
Woh college corridors.
Woh bloody fights.
Woh Sheetal wala recording scandal jiske baad uska naam aur reputation poori tarah se ganda ho gaya tha.
Woh desperate decision ki US shift ho jaye, naya degree start karein, aur pichla saara dirty past hamesha ke liye dab jaye.
Aur Trupti.
Uske dimaag mein ab bhi woh raw, dirty images chal rahi thin jo usne mahino se dabane ki koshish ki thi — compressed bus interior, uska haath Trupti ki thigh aur boobs par, Trupti ka darr se freeze ho jana, uski soft breathing, uska quiet surrender. Vikki ne yahan San Francisco mein khud ko ek “better version” banane ki bohot koshish ki thi. Classes time par attend karta tha. Group projects lead karta tha. American aur Asian ladkiyon ke sath safe distance rakh kar behave karta tha. Low profile, clean record.
Lekin Rahul ka is same campus mein hona uske naye, clean start ko achanak se ek taash ke patte ki tarah fragile bana raha tha.
Kyunki Rahul sirf ek purana classmate nahi tha.
Rahul us dirty history ka primary witness tha.
Aur Trupti us history ka centrepiece thi.
Vikki ne phone pocket mein daala. Usne library ke glass door ki taraf dekha, par andar nahi gaya. Opposite direction leke campus grounds par tezi se aage badh gaya.
Library ke second floor par silent study zone mein jaate hue, Rahul ne apne encrypted phone mein ek private system note khola.
Vikki

• Same university campus
  
• Computer Science department
  
• Still carries the weight of the past
  
• Asked about Trupti within two minutes of interaction
  
• Claims he wants a clean start
  
• The core hunger is still active, just suppressed
  
• Action: Monitor remotely. Do not engage unless strategically useful.
  

Usne note ko instant-encrypt karke save kiya.
Window seat par baithkar usne apna laptop open kiya. Financial case study files aur offshore data analysis screen par display hone lage. Bahar se dekhne wale kisi bhi student ke liye woh bas ek high-achieving, sharp international student tha — laser-focused, quiet, rich hoodie, precise notes.
Lekin system ke andar, ek purana, unstable variable wapas active ho gaya tha.
Vikki.
Woh ladka jo kabhi uske sath late-night drinks karta tha.
Woh ladka jo Trupti ko ek sex trophy ki tarah dekhta tha.
Woh ladka jo scandal ke baad bhaag kar yahan naya insaan banne aaya tha.
Rahul ne laptop screen par gaze fix ki.
Campus ki bright, sunny zindagi uske charo taraf smooth chal rahi thi. Students coffee pee rahe the, laugh kar rahe the. Koi nahi jaanta tha ki is quiet, powerful student ke dimaag mein India ki konsi gandi, predatory file khul chuki thi.
Rahul ne note mein ek final line type ki:
Do not mention Trupti first under any circumstance. Let him burn in his own curiosity until he breaks.
Usne note minimize kiya aur financial models par kaam shuru kar diya.
The old shadow was back on the board.

Raat ke 1:20 baj rahe the.
Hostel room 304 mein sirf study table par rakhi choti lamp ki ek faint, warm orange light jal rahi thi, jo poore kamre mein lambe, khamosh saaye phenk rahi thi. Sheetal apne bed par gehri neend mein thi — uska chehra pillow mein dhasa hua, ek taang blanket se bahar nikli hui, aur saansein ekdam regular aur shant thin. Diffuser ki lavender khushbu ab room se utar chuki thi, aur bahar ka corridor ekdam silent tha. Weekend ke baad ka Monday night. Poora campus so chuka tha.
Trupti apne bed par leti hui thi. Blanket uske boobs aur chest tak khincha hua tha. Uski hazel aankhein khuli thin, aur woh blankly white ceiling par bane shadows ko ghoor rahi thi.
Neend uski aankhon se koson door thi.
Pichle kuch dino ka pura hisaab uske dimaag mein ek slow, painful reel ki tarah ghum raha tha.
Abhay ke late aane wale text messages.
Short, functional phone calls.
“Sorry jaan, project meeting late tak chal gayi hai.”
“Kal morning mein milte hain, please try to understand.”
“Bohot thak gaya hoon, Trupti. So jaata hoon... Love you.”
Woh usse pyaar karta tha. Yeh baat Trupti ko achhi tarah pata thi. Usne café mein uska promise dekha tha. Usne uski aankhon mein woh stubborn sincerity dekhi thi, woh zid dekhi thi ki woh Trupti ke status aur family level par aana chahta hai. Woh din-raat mehnat kar raha tha — placement cells, skill upgrading, future stability. Sab kuch Trupti ke liye.
Phir bhi.
Jab phone ghanton tak silent pad jaata tha, toh attention aur physical presence ki kami attention ki kami hi lagti thi — chahe uske piche ki wajah kitni bhi acchi, noble aur selfless kyun na ho. Trupti ne aaj shaam bhi usse message kiya tha — thodi der mil lein? Room par ya bahar? Reply poore pachpan minute baad aaya tha. Phir jab late night call hui bhi, toh unsath minute ki jagah sirf gyarah minute chali. Aur us gyarah minute mein bhi aadha time Abhay apne marketing project aur faculty deadlines ke baare mein bolta raha.
Usne blanket ke andar apne aao se kaha, “Woh tere liye hi toh kar raha hai, Trupti. Woh tumhare future ke liye din-raat ek kar raha hai.”
Lekin yeh logic uske jism aur uske akele-pan ko sukoon nahi de raha tha.
Trupti ne side mein karwat li aur nightstand se apna phone uthaya. Screen ki bright white light uske nange chehre aur uski gardan par padi. WhatsApp inbox mein Abhay ka last message chamak raha tha:
Abhay:
Kal lunch ke baad milte hain, jaan. Promise. Main thak gaya hoon, so ja. Love you!
Trupti ne uska reply nahi diya. Usne apni thandi ungli se chat screen ko upar scroll kiya. Abhay ki chat ke thik neeche Rahul ka thread open ho gaya.
Pichla message ab bhi wahi likha hua tha, ekdam cold aur sharp:
Rahul:
Achha.
So ja, Mummy.
Aur uske pehle wala, jo Trupti ke dimaag ko pichle kai dino se jala raha tha:
Rahul:
Jab woh tujhe chod raha tha, toh tu poori tarah se uske saath thi, Mummy?
Ya dimaag mein mera lund soch rahi thi?
Trupti ne screen par likhi unlines ko der tak dekha. Uski ungliyan thodi si garam ho gayin, aur uske pait ke neeche ek sharp, wet sensation phailne laga. Yeh ekdam dry lines thin. Inme koi romantic affection nahi tha. Koi formal "miss you" ya "take care" nahi tha. Phir bhi in do lines ne uske poore jism, uski thighs ke beech ek ajeeb sa tight feeling paida kar diya tha.
Usne apni aankhein kas kar band kiin.
Abhay ka chehra uske dimaag mein aaya — uski soft, caring smile, uska 8-inch ka thick lund, uska "jaan" bolne ka pyara tarika, uska woh tarika jab woh use bed par sambhal kar, gently leta tha. Abhay ke sath sex complete hota tha. Orgasm bhi milta tha. Body physical level par satisfy ho jaati thi.
Phir bhi… uske dimaag mein jo cheez baar-baar wapas aa rahi thi, woh Abhay ka pyara, gentle sex nahi tha.
Woh Rahul ki dark, possessive, incenstuous aawaz thi.
Knees par baith, Mummy.
Detail mein bata mujhe, usne kitni baar tere andar cum kiya.
Tu door chali gayi thi dimaag se?
Woh ruthless control.
Woh hazaron mile door USA mein baith kar bhi uski choot aur uske dimaag ko poori tarah read kar lene wala tarika.
Woh feeling ki chahe woh duniya ke kisi bhi kone mein ho, Rahul use dekh raha hai, use use kar raha hai.
Trupti ki saansein thodi tez aur bhaari hone lagin.
Usne blanket ke neeche apna haath sarkaaya. Pehle flat pait par. Phir apni thin satin panty ke upar. Panty ke neeche uski skin already wet thi — sirf Rahul ke un dry messages ke baare mein sochne se. Usne apni aankhein band rakhi aur do fingers panty ke side se andar ghusa diin. Uski choot ke outer lips pehle se hi swollen aur geeli thin.
“Mmmfhh…”



Usne apne hothon ko tight press kar liya taaki aawaz Sheetal tak na jaaye. Usne apni ungliyon se apni wet clit par circular motion mein rub karna shuru kiya. Phir dheere se do ungliyan apni geeli, garam choot ke andar deep ghusa diin.
Slurp…
Hostel bed ki purani springs ne ek halki si, dabi hui aawaz ki. Trupti ne apni legs ko thoda aur spread kiya, blanket ko aur upar apne chehre tak khinch liya.
Uske dimaag mein ab saare scenes aur memories ek dirty storm ki tarah mix ho rahe the.
Rahul ka video call.
Uska face jab woh camera ke samne apna thick lund hila raha tha.
Uski command — Next time jab woh Abhay tujhe chode, toh dimaag mein mera naam lena.
Phir Abhay.
Uske neeche desk par ya bed par leti hui.
Abhay ke rhythmically aage-piche hote hue dhakke.
Uske "I love you, Trupti" ke phusphusate hoth.
Aur Trupti ka us moment mein bhi dimaag se door, Rahul ke lund ke baare mein sochna.
Trupti ne blanket ke andar apni ungliyon ki speed badha di. Uski clit par thumb ka pressure fast hone laga. Usne doosre haath se apna muh daba liya taaki koi moan bahar na nikle.
Uske andar ek aur gehri, dangerous feeling uth rahi thi — neglect ki feeling. Woh wahi same feeling thi jo bachpan mein ya college ke dino mein Sanjeev ke busy hone par uski mom aur uske andar aati thi. Ghar mein husband hai, fiance hai, lekin woh mentally aur physically present nahi hai. Abhay Sanjeev jitna careless nahi tha — abhi nahi. Lekin us pattern ka pehla note Trupti ne achhi tarah pehchan liya tha. Aur yeh pehchaan use ek ajeeb sa gussa bhi de rahi thi, aur ek uncontrollable, dirty bhook bhi.
Abhay mehnat kar raha hai, par abhi mujhe feel nahi kar raha.
Woh mujhe dekh nahi raha.
Woh mujhse yeh nahi pooch raha ki jab woh mere andar apna lund daalta hai, toh meri choot kya feel karti hai.
Lekin Rahul poochta tha.
Dry. Cold. Brutal. Exact.
Trupti ne apne hips ko mattress se halka sa uthaya. Uski do ungliyan uski choot ki gehrayi tak jaa rahi thin. Wet, squelching aawaz blankets ke dabe hue interior mein goonj rahi thi. Usne Rahul ko imagine kiya — yahan room mein nahi, balki San Francisco ke kisi dark apartment mein baith kar screen se use dekh raha hai. Use bol raha hai ki ungliyan aur tez chala. Use command de raha hai ki bata Abhay ka cum kaisa laga. Use yaad dila raha hai ki woh chahe kisi ki bhi fiance ban jaye, uski choot sirf uske bete ki hai.
“Aahh… fuck… Rahul…”
Uski moan ekdam low, raspy phusphusahat thi. Uska lower belly tight ho gaya. Uski thighs thartharaane lagin. Usne apni clit ko tez press kiya aur andar ki ungliyon ko hook karke upper wall ko rub kiya.
Orgasm achanak ek violent wave ki tarah us par tut pada. Usne apne munh mein bedsheet ka kona daba liya aur kaante hue bed par spread ho gayi. Uski choot ke wet walls ne uski ungliyon ko tightly grip kar liya. Warm, thick liquid uske haath aur knuckles par phail gaya. Uska poora body agle das seconds tak arched position mein shake hota raha, aur phir dheere-dheere mattress par gir gaya.
Woh waise hi leti rahi. Saansein behad bhaari thin. Aankhein band. Haath abhi bhi thighs ke beech, geela aur warm.
Thodi der baad reality wapas uske room mein laut aayi.
Sheetal ki regular, quiet breathing.
Hostel room ki cold walls.
Uske apne haath par laga wet fluid.
Aur yeh harsh, dark fact ki usne abhi-abhi apne fiance ke “Love you, so ja” text ke baad, apne bete ki dry, dirty command ki yaad mein khud ko stroke karke orgasm liya tha.
Guilt ne use ek cold hand ki tarah gale se pakad liya.
Usne bedside table se wet tissue utha kar apna haath aur thighs saaf kiye. Panty ko adjust kiya. Phone ko turn karke screen-down rakh diya. Blanket ko apne munh tak khinch liya.
Uski aankhein andhere mein khuli rahin.
Woh Abhay se sachha pyaar karti thi.
Woh uski wife banna chahti thi.
Woh uske sath ek safe, clean aur respected future chahti thi.
Phir bhi aaj raat uska jism us safe, loving sex ko nahi dhoond raha tha.
Woh us dark dominance ko yaad kar raha tha jo Rahul ke paas thi.
Woh wali feeling jo use poori tarah se break karke neeche jhuka deti thi.
Woh khali-pan jo tab banti thi jab koi insaan tumse pyaar toh karta hai, lekin tumhari hidden, dirty zarurat ko dekh nahi paata.
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band kiin.
Guilt uske seene par ek heavy stone ki tarah rakha hua tha.
Lekin uske jism ke kisi behad gehree, dark hisse ne, orgasm ke baad bhi, usi forbidden craving ko silent rhythm mein dhadakte hue feel kiya.
Woh subah tak so nahi paayi.
Subah ke 3:10 baje uski aankhein aakhir mein thakan se band huin.
Aur neend ke gahre andhere mein bhi uske kaano mein Rahul ki wahi cold voice goonjti rahi:
Detail mein bata mujhe mummy...

San Francisco ki raat ke 11:40 baj rahe the.
Rahul ke high-rise apartment ki 12th floor wali French window se door tak phaili city lights aur bay ka andhera behad shant dikh raha tha. Apartment ki main lights off thin; sirf kitchen counter ke neeche se ek low, warm amber light jal rahi thi, jo wooden floor par lambi shadow phenk rahi thi. Living room ke leather sofa ke side table par ek half-empty single malt whiskey ka glass rakha hua tha. Glass mein ice cubes almost melt ho chuke the.
Laptop desk par band pada tha. Financial analysis aur Sanjeev ki shell companies se judi auditing files aaj Rahul ne raat 9 baje hi save karke close kar di thin.
Beep-boop...
Doorbell ki halki, sharp sound silent apartment mein goonji.
Rahul ne pehle apne phone ki screen ko ek look diya. Message do minute pehle aachuka tha.
Sophia: Downstairs. Coming up to your floor.
Rahul ne phone side table par rakha, door par jaakar lock slide kiya, aur darwaza khol diya.
Sophia andar aayi jaise yeh uska pehla visit na ho. Usne dark red bodycon dress pehni hui thi — short, extremely tight, uski curves ko accentuating. Uski heels uske ek haath mein thin, aur uske bare feet wooden floor par silently move kar rahe the. Baal open, messy-chic style mein shoulders par bikhre hue. Italian-American, 23 years old, sharp features, full lips, aur behad confident, unapologetic walk. Unka relation university ke ek executive business finance group project se shuruaat hua tha. Phir late-night wine, phir intense, uninhibited sex, aur ab yeh ek clean, unofficial arrangement — jab dono free hon, bina kisi emotional baggage ya sawaal-jawab ke.
Usne door piche se band kiya, apni high heels ko corner mein carelessly phenka, aur seedha Rahul ki taraf badh gayi. Sophia ne apne bare arms Rahul ke gale mein dale aur use chooma. Kiss gehra tha, experienced aur hungry. Rahul ne kiss ka jawab diya, lekin uske haath Sophia ki tight waist par poori tarah se controlled the. Koi desperate jaldbazi nahi. Koi fake "I missed you" jaisa drama nahi.
Sophia ne uske lower lip ko halka sa bite karke kiss toda aur breathless aawaz mein kaha, “You always look like you just walked out of a high-stakes board meeting.”
Rahul ne apne thumb se uske wet lower lip ko softly wipe kiya. “Maybe I did.”



Woh use bina kisi useless conversion ke seedha bedroom mein le gaya. Bedroom mein blackout curtains drawn the, aur low lighting room ko ek dark, intimate feel de rahi thi. Sophia ne ek second ka wait nahi kiya; usne apni back par haath le jaakar apni dress ka zipper down kiya. Tight red dress slip hokar floor par gir gayi, revealing her voluptuous body clad in black lace lingerie.
Rahul ne use bed par litaya. Bina kisi wasted effort ke, usne uski bra ke hooks open kiye. Uski milky breasts aur erect nipples ko haathon mein hold karke press kiya, phir unhe apne muh mein lekar sucking shuru ki. Sophia ki open, unfiltered, loud American moan room mein phail gayi.
“Fuck… yes… Rahul!”
Rahul ne uski lace panty ko side kiya aur apni do ungliyan uski wet, warm pussy ke andar slide kar diin. She was already leaking. Rahul ne use speed aur rhythmic finger thrusts se ready kiya, bina kisi superficial romance ya sweet talk ke. Sophia ne uske baalon ko tightly hold kar liya, her hips lifting off the mattress.
Rahul ne side table ke drawer se condom nikaala, use quickly wear kiya, aur Sophia ki tone thighs ko wide spread karke ek hi firm, unbroken motion mein uske andar poora depth tak ghus gaya.
Slurp...
“Aahh—!” Sophia ne garden piche phenk di.
Rahul ne use choda. The rhythm was calculated, intense, aur almost silent from his side. Sophia ke neeche silk bedsheets completely crumble ho gaye. Rahul ne uski ek leg ko apne shoulder par utha liya, penetration ka angle change kiya, aur heavy, deep thrusts maarna shuru kiye. Sophia ke manicured nails Rahul ke broad, muscular back par deep scratches bana rahe the.
Rahul ke face par sex ke dauran hone wale passionate expressions nahi the. Uske chehre par raw concentration thi. Absolute physical release thi. Lekin attachment ka ek drop bhi nahi tha.
Usne position change ki. Sophia ko pet ke bal turn kiya, her tight hips raised in doggy style. Piche se andar gaya, uske brunette hair ko base se tightly pakda, aur brutal, deep thrusts maare. Sophia ne room mein loud moans ko damp karne ke liye pillow mein apna muh daba liya.
“Don’t stop... oh god, don't stop!”
Rahul ne pace kam nahi kiya. Last ke strokes short, extremely hard aur violent the. Ek sharp exhale ke sath, usne apna shaft bahar khincha, condom ko pull off kiya, aur Sophia ke face ke paas apna heavy lund le aaya.
Sophia game achhi tarah samajhti thi. Usne apna mouth wide open kiya. Rahul ne uske baalon ko firm grip mein rakhte hue apna warm cum uske muh aur tongue par shoot kar diya. Sophia ne liquid ko effortlessly swallow kiya, kuch white drops uske lower lip aur chin par spill hue, jinhe usne apni tongue se lick clean kar liya.
Rahul ne uske baalon ko gently stroke karte hue quiet voice mein kaha, “Good girl.”
Bas itna hi.
Aadha ghante baad, Sophia sheet ko apne chest tak拉 karke Rahul ke broad chest par rest kar rahi thi. Uski ungli Rahul ke collarbone par randomly trace kar rahi thi.
“You’re insane, you know that?” Sophia ne ek soft, throaty laugh ke sath kaha. “You fuck like you’re solving a complex financial problem. Precise, merciless, and completely detached.”
Rahul ne uske baalon ko piche kiya. “Talking is overrated.”
Sophia laughingly shook her head. “And that’s literally the most you’ve said to me all night.”
Woh baki 20 minute aur ruki. Phir bed se uthkar apni lace lingerie aur dress pehni, hair brush kiye, heels haath mein uthaye, aur main door par pohnch kar Rahul ko ek short, casual kiss diya.
“Text me if you want another round next week,” usne wink karke kaha.
Rahul ne ek calm nod diya. Door close hua. Corridor mein uski heels ki sound aur elevator ka chime door hota gaya.
Rahul ne bikhre hue sheets ko badla. Ek quick hot shower liya. Kitchen counter se bottle utha kar glass mein fresh whiskey pour ki, aur floor-to-ceiling glass window ke paas jaakar khada ho gaya.
Physical release mil chuka tha. Body halki thi, sexual tension vanish ho chuki thi. Lekin dimaag abhi bhi wahi, usi high-level tactical processing mode mein tha.
Usne pocket se phone nikaala. Encrypted private notes app open kiya:
Sophia — Physical release managed. Zero emotional attachment. Clean. Jessica — Sanjeev’s residual offshore trail files pending tomorrow evening. Vikki — Spotted on campus. Computer Science. Do not engage first. Let him observe. Trupti — Last status: Confused, neglected, craving control. Wait. Do not text tonight.
Usne notes ko lock karke app close kar diya.
Trupti ka khayal dimaag mein aaya, par Rahul ne use force nahi kiya. Usne use last message mein so jaane ko kaha tha. True power aur control distance se bhi silently kaam karta hai. Jab woh khud frustration mein over-think karke aayegi, tab uske reply ka weight kahin zyada hoga.
Vikki ka chehra bhi ek second ke liye floating frame ki tarah aaya — library steps par khada, woh cautious, hungry sawal: Trupti se baat hoti hai? Rahul ne us loop ko filhaal unaddressed rakha.
Jessica kal naye logs laayegi. Sanjeev ke financial trails ab ek fatal trap ban chuke the.
Rahul ne glass ki whiskey ek ghoont mein khatam ki. Kitchen counter lights off kiin. Bedroom mein jaakar bed par let gaya.
American days uske liye bilkul aise hi the.
Strict academics. Financial execution and leverage. Kabhi-kabhi ek purely physical body. Zero mess, zero drama.
Aur background mein, hazaron mile door, India wali zindagi ke saare threads — uski maa Trupti, Sanjeev ka empire, Abhay ka rise, purane dushman — sab ke sab ek invisible web se uske haath mein connected the.
Aaj ki raat usne unme se kisi thread ko aggressively pull nahi kiya.
Sirf dark release liya.
Aur andhere mein aankhein band kar liin.

Subah ke 8:50 baj rahe the.
Main college campus ke central corridor mein roz jaisa usual morning rush tha. Multi-storeyed academic block ki concrete stairs se neeche utarte aur upar jaate hue students ka shor poore corridor mein goonj raha tha. First-year ke naye batch wale ab bhi thode lost, nervous aur confused dikhte the — unke haathon mein printed timetable ke sheets hote, aur woh baar-baar galat lecture halls aur department buildings ke board padhte hue idhar-udhar bhatak rahe the. Unhe second aur third-year ke seniors aage se overtake karke, bina kisi reaction ke nikal jaate.
Trupti apne left arm ke paas Student Council ki do heavy leather-bound files aur ek spiral register dabaye hue canteen ki taraf badh rahi thi.
Usne aaj ek behad elegant aur sharp pastel pink chikankari kurti pehni hui thi, jis par safed dhage se bareek flower motifs ka kaam kiya hua tha. Kurti ka neckline neat aur subtle tha, jo uske collarbones ko softly frame kar raha tha. Niche usne well-fitted dark blue denim jeans aur flat nude sandals pehne the. Baal piche ek high, tight ponytail mein tied the, jo uske chahne walon aur juniors ke beech uske sharp academic look ko accentuates karta tha. Uske chehre par wahi same controlled softness aur formal dignity thi jo poora campus usse hamesha expect karta tha — ek VP, ek topper, ek responsible senior.



Woh main library stairs ke sharp turn par pohnchi hi thi ki uske leather tote bag ka strap piche lage metal railing ke hook se achanak atak gaya. Trupti ka step miss hua, aur files uske haath se slip hote-hote bachiin.
“Sorry— ma’am, wait... wait!”
Aawaz thodi nervous, thodi breathless thi, lekin ekdam clear thi.
Trupti ne rukh kar piche mudkar dekha.
Ladka ekdam naya, first-year batch ka lag raha tha. Around 18–19 saal ka. Average height se thoda sa zyada, lean body build. Usne ek basic crisp white button-down shirt pehni thi jiski sleeves elbows tak rolled-up thin, aur dark blue jeans ke saath backpack dono shoulders par tightly hang kiya hua tha. Baal neatly parted aur combed the, face ekdam clean-shaven aur boyish. Uski dark brown aankhein Trupti ke face se milte hi ek second ke liye nervously neeche floor par chali gayin, phir turant wapas uth kar uske chehre par tik gayin.
Usne aage jhuk kar bag ke strap ko delicately metal hook se unhook kar diya.
“Strap pillar ki metal edge se atak gaya tha,” usne thoda hichkichate hue kaha, apne haath piche karte hue. “Maine piche se dekha toh socha… aapko pata chalne se pehle nikal doon, warna gir jata.”
Trupti ne apne bag ko adjust kiya aur ek halki, controlled smile di. “Thank you.”





Woh mud kar canteen ki taraf nikalne hi lagi thi ki ladke ne piche se halki aawaz mein add kiya:
“Aap… Student Council ki Vice President ho na? Main orientation day par aapko auditorium ke stage par dekha tha.”
Trupti ruk gayi. Usne turns liya. Campus mein yeh koi naye baat nahi thi. Council ke inauguration aur placement orientations ke baad har saal naye juniors unhe recognize karte the, guidance maangte the. Usne sirf ek polite, formal nod kiya. “Haan. Main Trupti hoon.”
“Main Aryan. First year, Commerce department.” Usne traditional senior-junior dynamic mein nervous hokar haath aage nahi badhaya. Bas apna naam bola, ek respect aur distance maintain karte hue. “Aapke speech ke baad se… matlab, aap jis tarah se points ko state karti ho, clearly bolti ho... Isliye aapka naam aur face yaad reh gaya tha.”
Trupti ne usse ek full second dekha. Compliment behad simple tha. Nifty nahi tha, flirtatious nahi tha, aur over-the-top toh bilkul nahi tha. Usne ek quiet “Thank you, Aryan” kaha aur canteen ke route par aage nikal gayi.
Aryan uske piche nahi aaya. Woh wahi stairs ke paas khada raha, aur jab Trupti ne turn ke baad piche dekha, toh woh seedha apne classroom block ki taraf ja raha tha.
Doosre din subah 11:30 baje, woh library ke main entrance ke bahar lage wooden notice board ke paas dikha.
Trupti upcoming college cultural fest ki planning committee ki fresh list check kar rahi thi, pen se padhon par tik lagati hui. Aryan thoda door, taqreeban das feet ke distance par khada tha, khud ke Commerce department ki timetable updates dekhte hue.
Trupti ne jise hi apna head turn kiya, dono ki nazar aapas mein mil gayi. Aryan ke chehre par ek sudden, awkward si junior smile aayi. Trupti ne response mein wapas smile ki — short, controlled aur strictly polite, wahi generic VP wali smile jo woh sau logon ko roz deti thi.
Usne is baar Trupti ko approach karne ki koshish nahi ki. Koi faltu pretext nahi banaya. Bas wahi silent distance par ruk kar apna notice padhta raha aur quietly chala gaya.
Teesre din dopehar ke break mein scene canteen mein repeat hua.
Sheetal, Kriti aur Trupti canteen ke corner wale steel table par baithi hui cold coffee aur patties share kar rahi thin. Aryan do table piche apne batch ke teens-four boys ke group ke saath baitha hua tha.
Trupti ne notice kiya ki Aryan ke group ke baaki ladke zor-zor se has rahe the, canteen ke samosa par lad rahe the, lekin Aryan ki nazar baar-baar, ek regular gap ke baad, unki table par, khas kar Trupti ke chehre par aa aakar tik jaati thi. Aur jaise hi Trupti ya uski koi friend uski taraf dekhne ki koshish karti, woh turant nazrein chura kar apne doston ke juice glass ko ghoorne lagta ya unki bakwaas baaton mein busy hone ka naatak karta.
Kriti ne apni coffee straw se stir karte hue iss movement ko pakad liya.
“Woh Commerce block wala first-year batch ka ladka tujhe pichle dus minute se ghoor kyun raha hai?” usne ekdam dheemi aawaz mein phusphusate hue poocha.
Trupti ne apni glass uthai. “Orientation Speech. Seniors ko juniors aisi hi dekhte hain, normal hai.”
Sheetal ne apni ek eyebrow uthayi aur Trupti ko taakne lagi. “Normal hai, Trupti, lekin tu notice kar rahi hai. Aur tune pehle kabhi kisi random junior ko itna notice nahi kiya. Matlab thoda toh unusual lag raha hai tujhe bhi.”
Trupti ne bina kisi expression change ke topic ko change kar diya. “Fest ki sponsorship files complete hui ya nahi, Kriti? Uspar dhyan do.”
Chauthe din shaam ke last lecture ke baad.
Trupti department ki long corridor se chalkar exit gate ki taraf nikal rahi thi jab Aryan chalkar uske parallel distance par aa gaya — unke beech kam se kam teen feet ka space tha, jaise accidental way mein dono same direction mein walk kar rahe hon.
“Ma’am…” usne start kiya, phir turant ruk kar khud ko correct kiya, “Aapko ma’am bolna thoda weird lag raha hai. Aap third-year senior ho, lekin still…”
Trupti bina ruki chalti rahi. “Trupti bol lo. Council office aur official meetings ke bahar itna formal hone ki zarurat nahi hai.”
Aryan ke boyish chehre par ek halki si, visible relief aayi. “Trupti. Main… actually puchna chahta tha. Accountancy aur Advanced Auditing ke supplementary notes kisi senior ke paas milte hain kya? Hamare HOD ne extra reference books boli hain, par first-year student group mein koi clear material nahi bata pa raha.”
Yeh request ekdam genuine thi. Clean, standard senior-junior academic conversation.
Trupti ne chalte-chalte usse library ke top floor par rakhe purane reference archives section ka naam aur catalog number bata diya. Aryan ne turant apne phone ke notes app mein space open karke typing ki. Usne aage koi extra, unnecessary personal sawal nahi poocha. Na hi conversation ko kheencha. Bas ek respectful “Thank you so much, Trupti” kaha, ek polite nod diya, aur opposite Commerce block ki taraf stairs utar gaya.
Trupti ne aage badhte hue ek second ke liye ruk kar piche mudkar usse jaate hue dekha.
Woh persistent nahi tha.
Desperate ya clingy toh bilkul nahi tha.
Bas… ek steady presence tha.
Har doosre din.
Campus ki har common jagah par — library, canteen, stairs, corridor.
Hamesha extremely polite.
Hamesha thoda sa nervous, thoda reserved.
Hamesha silent eyes se usse dekhne wala.
Raat ko 10:30 baje hostel room 304 mein, Sheetal ne washroom se bahar aakar toothpaste ka brush munh mein daalte hue kaha:
“Woh Aryan hai na? First-year Commerce wala. Aaj shaam ko main sports complex ke paas thi, tab maine suna uske batch ke baaki ladke usse tease kar rahe the. Bol rahe the ki bhai ko VP par bada heavy crush hua hai.”
Trupti apne bed par bhasha-vibhag ki file rakhe leti hui thi. Phone uske haath mein tha. Abhay ka last message chamak raha tha — Kal corporate management ki presentation hai jaan. Late night call hogi, wait mat karna. Love you.
Trupti ne phone side mein rakha aur Sheetal ki taraf dekha. “Crush? Unka batch abhi teen hafte pehle toh aaya hai. Itni jaldi?”
“First-year boys hote hi aise hain,” Sheetal ne washroom ke glass mein thuk kar muh saaf karte hue kaha. “Ek impressive speech, ek polite smile, aur bas — unka mind block ho jaata hai. Tu thodi mature aur reserved hai isliye tujhe yeh sab childish lagta hoga, par woh jab bhi tujhe dekhta hai na, freeze ho jaata hai. Kal library notice board ke paas maine khud uski eyes dekhi hain.”
Trupti ne kuch nahi bola. Usne file band karke side table par rakh di.
Uske andar Aryan ke liye kisi bhi tarah ki sexual ya romantic attraction ka ek drop bhi nahi tha. Aryan ek 19 saal ka ladka tha — ekdam saaf, soft, innocent, aur thoda sa bachpana liye hue. Abhay ke hard-working, practical personality ke saamne woh ekdam chhota, immature ladka lagta tha. Aur Rahul ke dark, intense, terrifying dominance ke saamne toh woh ek ekdam alag, harmless category mein aata tha.
Phir bhi… Trupti ne iss cheez ko notice kiya tha.
Aur yeh silent notice karna hi usse thoda sa uncomfortable aur uneasy feel karwa raha tha.
Kyunki pichle kuch hafton se uski zindagi mein jo dark aur complicated cheezein chal rahi thin — Abhay ki relentless business busyness aur physical distance, Rahul ka woh cold, dry control bhara incestuous text, aur uski khud ki raat mein aane wali forbidden private hunger — un sab ke beech yeh ek naya, behad saaf, innocent sa presence aa khada hua tha.
Isme koi dirtiness nahi thi.
Koi manipulative command nahi tha.
Koi secret guilt nahi tha.
Sirf ek junior ladka tha jo usse door se aise dekh raha tha jaise woh koi behad khoobsurat, unattainable, pure goddess ho.
Trupti ne room ki study table lamp ki switch turn off ki.
Andhere mein aankhein band karke usne khud se ek clear line khinchi — Ignore kar use. Hamesha polite senior ban kar reh. Encourage mat kar.
Yeh decision uske dimaag mein ekdam clear aur final tha.
Lekin uske iss decision ko completely process karne se pehle hi, Aryan campus ke us invisible map par quietly enter kar chuka tha... jahan se log bina kisi hungame ke, roz thoda-thoda, silent steps ke saath kisi ki zindagi ke kareeb aane lagte hain.
Bina kisi force ke.
Bina kisi dirty line ya demand ke.
Sirf apni quiet presence se.
Aur presence…
agar roz ho,
toh space kitni bhi choti kyun na ho, notice kiye bina nahi rehti.

[Joker44]

Pehli baar yeh feeling Friday ki shaam ko aayi.
Trupti hostel se nikal kar campus ke pichhle gate ke bahar wale chote medical store tak gayi thi. Usse sirf sanitary pads aur ek small bottle cough syrup khareedna tha. Raasta behad familiar aur safe tha — campus ka back gate, phir 200 metre ka local bazaar stretch jahan stationary aur snacks ki shops thin, aur phir wapas hostel path. Shaam ke 6:20 baj rahe the. Abhi andhera poori tarah nahi hua tha. Sarak par college ke students the, rickshaws ki aawaaz thin, local vendors the. Koi isolated ya sunsan jagah bilkul nahi thi.
Usne aaj ek simple lavender color ki cotton kurti pehni hui thi, jis par light floral prints the, aur uske saath off-white straight pants. Baal ek loose clip mein tied the, aur leather tote bag uske shoulder par hang kar raha tha.
Phir bhi.
Medical store ke counter se change aur plastic bag lete hue, jab woh turn hui, toh usse sudden feeling aayi — jaise koi behad kareeb se, intense nazar se uske piche se dekh raha ho. Usne instantly rukh kar mudkar dekha. Footpath par do regular college students baatein kar rahe the, ek sabzi wala apna cart le ja raha tha, aur ek parked bike ke paas shopkeeper khada tha. Koi bhi seedha uski taraf nahi dekh raha tha.
Trupti ne ek lambi saans li, khud ko over-sensitive aur pagal samjha, aur hostel ke raste par chal di.
Lekin hostel ke main security gate tak woh feeling ek heavy weight ki tarah uske kandhon par baithi rahi. Jaise koi sharp nazar uski back par fixed ho. Jaise kisi ke kadam uske kadam ke rhythm mein move kar rahe hon, lekin itne distance par ki mudkar dekhne par pakad mein na aayein.
Gate ke andar step rakhte hi woh suffocation aur creepy feeling achanak tut si gayi.
Usne room mein aakar Sheetal se kuch nahi kaha. Kya kehti? “Aaj medical store ke bahar mujhe laga koi mujhe silent ghoor raha tha?” Yeh baat behad childish aur cheap lagti. Paranoid lagti. Uski strong, composed Student Council VP wali image ke saath bilkul fit nahi baithti.
Doosri baar yeh Sunday evening ko hua.
Trupti canteen ke piche wale deserted parking stretch se hostel building ki taraf akeli aa rahi thi. Abhay ka call just cut hua tha — short, thaka hua, business proposal ke baare mein baat karta hua: “Jaan, main presentation final polish kar raha hoon, kal morning submit karni hai, late call nahi kar paunga.” Trupti ka mood already dry aur flat tha.
Tab usne street lights ke amber glow mein dekha.
Sarak ke doosre side, ek parked white sedan ke paas ek aadmi khada tha. Age taqreeban 40 ke around. Average height, broad shoulders. Dark charcoal shirt, dark pants, aur aage ki taraf jhuki hui ek black cap. Uska face itni door se aur low light mein poora clear nahi dikh raha tha. Woh apne haath mein pakde phone mein busy lag raha tha. Absolutely normal appearance.
Lekin uski nazar… phone ki glowing screen par nahi thi.
Woh seedha Trupti ke chalne ke raste par fixed thi.
Jab Trupti ne rukh kar usse directly eye-contact banane ki koshish ki, toh us aadmi ne ekdam smooth motion mein phone apne kaan par lagaya, jaise koi urgent call aagaya ho, aur car ke doosre side dark shadow mein chala gaya. Sab kuch itna natural aur effortless tha ki koi chah kar bhi us par stalking ka accusation nahi laga sakta tha.
Trupti ke pair apne aap tez ho gaye. Hostel gate tak pohnchte-pohnchte usne piche mudkar teen baar dekha. Woh aadmi ab wahan nahi tha. Lekin woh white sedan car abhi bhi wahi silent khadi thi.
Room mein aate hi usne darwaza andar se lock kiya. Sheetal room mein nahi thi — Sunday group outing par gayi hui thi. Trupti balcony window ke paas gayi aur curtain ka ek inch hata kar niche dekha. Parking area empty tha. Sarak normal chal rahi thi.
Usne table se glass utha kar paani piya. Uska haath thoda kaamp raha tha.
Yeh uski life mein India wali koi purani, buried darr ki layer thi. College mein aane se pehle ki. Koi purana incident. Koi security officer inspector. Koi unresolved car accident ya hit-and-run case. Details uske dimaag mein blurred thin — jaise koi confidential file jo usne saalon pehle dimaag ke dark corner mein band karke lock kar di ho. Face kisi puraane shakhs se match nahi ho raha tha. Yeh aadmi younger nahi tha, older nahi tha… bas fundamentally galat lag raha tha.
Usne apne phone par Abhay ka chat screen open kiya aur message type kiya:
Trupti: Aaj raste mein koi behad ajeeb sa banda laga jo mujhe follow kar raha tha. Shayad main overthink kar rahi hoon...
Phir usne ek second ruk kar pura text backspace karke delete kar diya. Bheja nahi.
Abhay already apni company presentation aur corporate pressure mein completely packed tha. Usse San Francisco se baithe-baithe yeh unnecessary paranoia nahi dena tha.
Teeesri baar Wednesday shaam ko hua.
Library ke grand stairs se niche utarte waqt.
Shaam ke 7:10 baj rahe the. Campus ke streetlights aur building outer bulbs on ho chuke the. Trupti steps se utar rahi thi jab usse wahi exact cold spine-chilling feeling hui. Is baar yeh warning sensation behad tez aur aggressive thi. Usne stairs ke niche, wooden notice board ke dark side shadow mein, ek figure ko stationary khade dekha.
Wahi dark shirt. Cap nahi thi is baar. Baal short, side se thode grey-ish. Face half-light aur half-shadow mein masked tha.
Ek second.
Sirf ek single second ke liye unki nazrein टकराyab.
Us aadmi ne bina kisi panic ke apni nazar hatayi aur library se nikalte hue student crowd mein effortlessly mix ho gaya. Itni tezi aur perfection se ki Trupti ko ek moment ke liye laga shayad usne fir se imagine kiya hai.
Lekin uske stomach mein jo sudden, sharp tightness aayi thi, woh koi imagination nahi thi.
Woh library ke main gate par baithe aged security guard ke paas ruki. “Uncle, yahan evening time mein koi outsider ya strange visitor bina pass ke ghum toh nahi raha?”
Guard ne bina kisi seriousness ke, relaxed face se kaha, “Madam, evening hours mein canteen aur library steps par kaafi log aate hain. Alumni, parents, guest faculty. Koi specific complaint ya incident hai kya?”
Trupti ne apna head shake kiya. “Nahi. Bas aise hi poocha.”
Woh seedha hostel aa gayi. Is baar Sheetal room mein pehle se present thi.
“Tu itni peela kyun pad gayi hai, Trupti?” Sheetal ne bed se uthkar seedha uske face ko taakte hue poocha.
Trupti ne apna tote bag study desk par rakha. “Kuch nahi. Bas severe headache hai.”
Sheetal ne topic ko aur nahi khincha. Electric stove par Maggi boil ho rahi thi. TV screen par koi random reality show chal raha tha. Ek ekdam normal room. Ek ekdam safe night.
Trupti bathroom mein gayi, washbasin ka tap full speed par on kiya, aur mirror mein apne pale chehre ko dekha.
Aankhein wide aur scared thin. Hoth bilkul dry the. Mirror mein wahi same ladki dikh rahi thi jo campus par top Student Council VP thi, jo Abhay ki loyal fiancée thi, aur jo kal raat dark room mein apne haath se khud ke jism ko chu kar soyi thi.
Usne ek moment ke liye socha — Rahul ko bataun? Private note ya text bhejoon?
Phir usne turant apna mind change kar liya. Rahul hazaron mile door America mein tha. Usse apni yeh helplessness aur weakness nahi dikhani thi. Aur yeh poori baat itni incomplete aur baseless thi ki agar woh bata bhi deti, toh woh khud Rahul ke samne weak aur paranoid lagti.
Usne ice-cold water se apna muh dhoya. Bahar aayi. Sheetal ke saath Maggi khayi. TV par do comedy episodes dekhe. Aur 11 baje room ki main lights off kar diin.
Raat ko 1:00 baje Trupti ki aankhein achanak khul gayin.
Room mein koi aawaaz nahi thi. Sirf ceiling fan ki constant hum. Sirf Sheetal ki steady breathing.
Phir bhi usse feel hua jaise hostel building ke niche, sunsan sarak par, koi silent khada hokar uski 3rd-floor window ko ghoor raha hai.
Usne quietly uthkar bed se feet niche rakhe, window ke paas gayi, aur thick curtain ka ek inch corner side karke niche road par dekha. Yellow streetlight ki light mein ek stray cat daudti hui nikal gayi. Ek auto-rickshaw door se paas hua. Koi aadmi khada nahi tha.
Trupti ne curtain wapas set kiya. Bed par aayi aur blanket ko chin tak kheench liya.
Uske dimag mein ek purana naam aur blurred memories ghumne lagin. College se pehle ka accident. Purana inspector. Purani security officer file jo mysterious tarike se close ho gayi thi.
Lekin face bilkul match nahi ho raha tha. Yeh aadmi alag dikhta tha. Cap, dark shirt, strategic distance. Shayad koi aur tha. Shayad ye sirf uski exhausted mind ki overthinking thi. Shayad Rahul ke cold control bhare texts aur Abhay ki continuous absence ne uske dimag ko extra sensitive aur paranoid bana diya tha.
Lekin uske jism ne jo danger signal diya tha — woh teen baar bilkul same tha.
Koi use watch kar raha hai. Koi identity nahi maang raha. Koi physical distance break karke paas nahi aa raha.
Sirf silent surveillance kar raha hai.
Trupti ne tightly apni aankhein band kar liin.
Kal se main late night akeli nahi nikalungi, usne final decision liya. Hamesha Sheetal ya Kriti ke saath. Direct auto. Canteen aur library ke busy raste.
Yeh uski taraf se ek choti si, practical precaution thi.
Lekin uske upar jo invisible nazar tikki hui thi… woh precaution ke boundaries se kaafi badi aur dangerous lag rahi thi.



Shaam ke 6:15 baj rahe the.

College ka last lecture end hote hi Trupti ke leather tote bag ke andar rakha phone continuously vibrate hua. Usne corridor ki bheed se thoda side hokar screen light off ki aur notification dekha.
Abhay:
Aaj main free hoon. Poori shaam. Ghar aa ja. Mummy-Papa out of town hain.
Missed you so much, jaan.
Trupti ne us short text ko do baar padha. Pichle kai hafton se jis cheez ki kami uske andar ek deep, unspoken frustration ban kar jama ho rahi thi — woh yahi simple, straight, bina kisi professional excuse ke aaya hua "aa ja" tha.
Uske chehre par ek sudden, genuine smile aagayi — wahi smile jo pichle pure hafte campus par missing thi. Beside her, Sheetal ne bag ka zip band karte hue side glance diya aur muskura di.
“President Saheb ne aakhirkar apni Student Council VP ke liye time nikal hi liya?” Sheetal ne tease kiya.
“Haan,” Trupti ne apni chikankari kurti ko adjust kiya aur bag shoulder par hang kar liya. “Aaj main library ya council room mein nahi rukungi. Seedha ja rahi hoon.”
Woh hostel ka route skip karke seedha campus back exit se ek auto-rickshaw karke Abhay ki society ki taraf nikal gayi. Raste bhar city ki dusk lights aur cool evening breeze ke beech uske body ke andar ek halki, deep warmth radiate ho rahi thi. Continuous late replies, short 30-second calls, "main presentation polish kar raha hoon jaan" wale dry excuses — un sab cold days ke baad yeh ek poori dedicated shaam usse kahin zyada hungry aur impatient bana rahi thi jitna woh kisi ke samne admit kar sakti thi.
Second floor. Apartment 204. Usne door par light double knock kiya.
Door complete do second ke andar open hua. Abhay samne khada tha. Dark grey t-shirt, black cotton shorts. Baal thode wet the, jaise abhi quick shower lekar aaya ho. Usne Trupti ke chehre ko ek second ke liye dekha, aur bina ek bhi word boley, uski waist ko dono haathon mein pakad kar andar kheencha aur door ko piche foot se slam karke lock kar diya.
Usne Trupti ke hothon ko apne lips mein lekar choomna shuru kiya. Kiss mein aaj koi business fatigue ya work pressure nahi tha. Pure, raw hunger thi — dono taraf se equal.
“Itne din…” Abhay ne kiss ke beech uske earlobe par bite karte hue raspy voice mein kaha. “Aan bina kuch sooche… aaj raat sirf tu aur main hain.”




Trupti ne apne haath uske muscular shoulders aur neck par tightly wrap kar liye, lips ko wapas uske mouth par press karte hue. “Aaj main bhi kuch nahi sochna chahti, Abhay.”

Living room ka sofa completely skip ho gaya. Master bedroom. Darwaza andar se double lock. Blackout curtains pehle se drawn the, aur low orange lamp light room mein phail rahi thi.
Trupti ne ek second ka delay nahi kiya. Usne Abhay ki t-shirt ko dono haathon se upar kheencha aur head se bahar nikaal kar floor par phenk diya. Uske broad chest par haath ferra, firm abs par fingers trace kiin, aur shorts ke waistband ko pakad kar drawstrings loose kiye. Usne shorts aur heavy cotton underwear ko ek sath niche knees tak push kar diya.
Abhay ka thick shaft instantly release hokar bahar aaya — 8 inch, fully erect, pulsating, warm aur rock-hard.
Trupti bina bole bed ke edge par baith gayi, aur khud knees ke bal floor par uske legs ke beech aagayi.
Usne pehle uske heavy dick ko apne right hand mein hold kiya. Base se lekar thick mushroom head tak slide kiya, phir aage jhuk kar uske warm balls ko apne mouth mein le liya. Wet, smooth sensation. Usne unhe apni tongue se move kiya, lightly suck kiya, aur doosre haath se thick shaft ko steady up-down stroke me hilaati rahi. Abhay ki saans sudden jhatke ke sath heavy ho gayi.
“Fuck… Trupti… aaahhh…”
Woh ek ghar ki badi bahu thi. Student Council ki dignified VP thi. Poora college usse reserved, dignified aur sanskaari samajhta tha. Lekin iss closed bedroom mein, iss low amber light ke andar, uske jism ke andar ek 20 saal ki raw, uninhibited hunger run kar rahi thi — loud, extremely wet, zero shame, aur maximum physical need.
Usne balls ko leave karke uske wet head ko apne lips mein clamp kiya. Tip pehle, phir mid-shaft, aur phir poora shaft apne throat ke edge tak deep swallow kar liya. Heavy wet sound room mein echo hone lagi. Uski brown eyes upar lifted thin, directly Abhay ke intense face ko watch karti hui.
Abhay ne uske ponytail ke baalon ko firm grip mein pakad liya. “Aahh… itna gehra le rahi hai… saali…”





Trupti ne head ka movement aur speed double kar di. Suction tight tha, saliva lips se drip kar raha tha, aur tongue continuously bottom vein ko stroke kar rahi thi. Kabhi shaft ko bahar nikaal kar glans ko open lick karti, phir agle hi moment poora length throat tak swallow kar leti. Abhay ke thighs tighten ho chuke the. Usne uska head stop nahi kiya. Trupti full ownership ke saath uska lund use kar rahi thi.

Thodi der baad Abhay ne uske arms pakad kar use floor se upar bed par pull kar liya. “Bas… ab meri baari.”
Usne Trupti ko bed ke center par litaya. Uska lavender chikankari kurti, bra, straight pants aur lace panty — sab ek minute ke andar peel off karke carpet par throw kar diye. She lay completely naked beneath him, her skin glowing under the warm amber light.
Abhay ne uski toned thighs ko wide open spread kiya aur bina kisi hesitation ke apna face uski wet choot par press kar diya.
Pehli lick long, flat aur heavy thi — bottom fold se lekar sensitive clit ke peak tak.
“Aahhhhh…!” Trupti ki back instant arch ho gayi, hips mattress se lift hote hue. “Abhay… haan… oh god…”
Usne use lick karna shuru kiya. Aggressively, hungrily. Flat tongue, phir tip se tight circular strokes, aur saath mein do fingers inside slide karke rhythmic thrusts. Trupti ke haath Abhay ke short baalon mein lock ho chuke the. Woh uska chehra apni choot mein deep press kar rahi thi. Heavy wet squelching sounds room mein echoing vibrating thin. Pichle kai hafton ki accumulated sexual frustration aur loneliness uske jism se release ho rahi thi.
“Aahh… wahan… clit par… mat ruk… aahhh… Abhay!”
Abhay ne uski swollen clit ko apne lips mein clamp karke soft bite ke sath suck kiya. Fingers inside dynamic fast thin. Trupti ka pehla orgasm intense shockwaves ke sath aaya. Usne pillow mein apna munh daba kar loud moans ko muffle kiya aur body violent shivers ke saath climax kar gayi. Abhay ne uske warm fluids ko clean lick kiya, last deep licks diye, aur phir upar shift hokar uske wet lips ko chooma. Trupti ko apne hi climax ka taste Abhay ke mouth mein mila.
Abhay ne condom box touch nahi kiya. Dono ne shaam ko hi yeh silent rule understand kar liya tha. Usne Trupti ki smooth legs ko apne shoulders par hook kiya, shaft ke head ko uske wet entrance par align kiya, aur ek hi heavy, unbroken drive mein poora 8-inch length inside bury kar diya.
“Aahhhhh—!”
Poora depth achieve hua. Tight, hot grip, aur ek 21-saal ke energetic mard ke aggressive, bull-like thrusts. Trupti ki aankhein tight shut ho gayin. The full stretch was intense — pain aur sheer physical pleasure blend hote hue. Abhay uske upar lean hua, uske perky breasts ko mouth mein le kar wild suck karne laga — jaise koi baby nahi, balki ek completely starved mard — aur niche se heavy, deep, continuous thrusting maintain rakhi.
“Haan… Abhay… fuck me hard… aahh… yahi angle… aahhh…”
“Bol,” usne wet nipple mouth se release karte hue heavy voice mein kaha. “Kya chahiye tujhe?”
“Tera lund… poora andar… aur tez… aahh… fuck me Abhay… just fuck me!”



Abhay ne speed double kar di. Wooden bed frame ka rhythmic banging wall par tez ho gaya. Trupti ki thighs uski waist ke piche lock thi. Har deep thrust uske cervix ko hit kar raha tha. Woh duniya ke samne ek senior VP thi, lekin iss bed par uski moans raw, desperate aur completely shameless thin. Abhay usse ek young, wild couple ki tarah chode ja raha tha — koi gentle care nahi, koi slow pacing nahi. Raw, hard execution.

“Teri choot… itni tight hai… itne dino baad bhi…” Abhay ki breath extremely heavy thi. “Saali, tu sirf meri hai.”
“Haan… sirf teri… aahh… mat rukna… Abhay… faster… aahhh…”
Trupti ka doosra orgasm directly uske pounding shaft par aaya. Usne Abhay ke muscular shoulders ko nails se scratch kiya aur shivering body ke sath wapas burst ho gayi. Abhay ne pace reduce nahi kiya. Usne use instantly flip karke position change ki — Cowgirl.
Trupti uske erect shaft par mount hui aur khud top par ride karne lagi. Uski firm breasts Abhay ke face ke samne bounce kar rahi thin. Abhay ne unhe dono haathon mein grip karke press kiya aur niche se heavy up-thrusts maare.
“Aahh… haan… aise hi… aahhh…”
Teesra orgasm intense speed se aaya. Trupti Abhay ke broad chest par collapse ho gayi, her body still trembling while sliding up and down his shaft. Abhay ne use quickly back par turn kiya, thighs fully pin kiin, aur last finishing stretch mein brutally hard, fast aur deep thrusting execute ki.
“Main inside cum karne wala hoon, Trupti…”
“Andar… poora andar daal… fill me up… aahh… Abhay!”
Uske final thrusts short, heavy aur violent the. Usne uski waist ko tightly hold kiya aur apna poora warm, thick cum uski pussy ke deepest corner mein shoot kar diya. Continuous hot waves. Trupti ne internal muscles ko tightly contract karke uske shaft ko grip kar liya aur uske warm cum ke inner waves ko clearly feel kiya.
Dono ek doosre se tightly cling kiye hue, sweat-slicked bodies ke saath heavily breathe kar rahe the.
Room mein long silence phail gayi. Sirf unki heavy, irregular breaths aur fan ki soft huming noise thi.
Abhay ne Trupti ke sweaty forehead par clear, gentle kiss kiya. “I really missed this, jaan. Missed you so much.”
Trupti ne uski bare back par apni fingers run kiin. Uski aankhein closed thin. Uske body ke andar Abhay ka warm cum settled tha. Uska entire physical being completely satisfied aur relaxed tha. Itne dino baad pehli baar uska mind aur jism completely calm feel kar raha tha.
“Main bhi,” Trupti ne soft voice mein kaha. “Aaj tu sach mein wapas mera Abhay laga.”
Abhay ne use apne chest se tightly hold kiya. “Next week ki presentation complete hone do. Uske baad main poora weekend sirf tumhare saath spend karunga. Promise.”
Trupti ne uske chest par ear rest karke uski heartbeats suni. Fast, phir gradually slowing down.
Aaj woh truly happy thi.
Real, unadulterated happiness.




Us ladke ke saath jo uske physical body ko pure mastery ke sath satisfy karta tha, jo usse "jaan" bulata tha, jo 21 saal ka hokar bhi use aise claim karta tha jaise uska poora wajood usi ka ho.

Usne apni aankhein band rakhi.
Iss raat koi dark comparison nahi hua.
Iss raat San Francisco se aaya hua koi cold private message open nahi kiya gaya.
Iss raat sirf Abhay tha, uska thick lund, uska warm cum, aur uski steady breath.
Kal se life wapas apne mundane routine par shift ho jayegi — busy schedules, brief calls, campus management, aur woh creepy feeling of being watched.
Lekin aaj…
Aaj woh apne mard ke niche thi.
Aur us ladke ne uske jism aur rooh ko completely possess karke shant kar diya tha.

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Bro how many parts are more are is this last part

1 more part after this. Final conclusion of story

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Will session 2 of this story end so soon? And will not continue or this story? Or is there more interest in this story?

Nope, it’s just started. It’s going to be a long story, just like the previous one, and then the same goes for the next part. But I’m not seeing many comments, so if no one is interested, I might stop if there’s no response from the readers.

Just to give you a glimpse, this is the 3rd-year part, where she’ll graduate and also travel to the USA for her last semester. Then, in the final part, there will be her marriage with Abhay, and Rahul will take control of his father’s empire.

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Tumhe laga tha tumhara hero Abhay banega aur reader's story padhane ayenge galti se aa bhi gaye to story ke start ka instruction padh kar hi bhag jayenge. Yeh story padhane maximum log sirf Rahul ke liye aa rahe the. Yeh ek badi series ban sakti thi. Rahul aur Trupti ko center me rakh kar aur reader's ka bhi intrest bana rahta. Lekin tumhe story adultery aur cuckold banani thi. Hero Abhay ko banana tha bass kuch reader's ke khatir. Ab response ke bare mein Kyu soch rahe ho phir. Rahul ke favour wala koi nahi hai yaha padhane. Mai bhi galti se aaya kuch to hoga soch kar. Sorry ha.

Bas yahi problem hai tum logon ke saath—koi story ko dhang se padhta hi nahi. Rahul obviously hero hai, purani story mein bhi wahi tha. But agar heroine poori story mein ek hi bande ke saath hi involved rahegi, toh story mein naya kya milega? Kitne sex scenes ke baad story boring ho jayegi, ye bhi toh samajhna padega.

Story mein ek bigger picture hona zaroori hai, aur wahi main build kar raha hoon. Next part mein suspense hai ki Rahul kaise dheere-dheere sab kuch apne control mein lega aur aage kya hoga. Lekin sab log bas ek hi cheez par atke hue hain, instead of overall storyline aur aage ke plot ko dekhne ke.

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Lte me clarify this. Rahul main hero hai. Bas woh typical front-line hero nahi hai; woh man in the shadows hai. Aur actually yehi cheez usko power deti hai. Woh mastermind hai, jo poori situation ko behind the scenes control karta hai.

Main ye nahi sochta ki Rahul Tripti se shaadi karke usko apni wife aur uske bachchon ko apna lega. Ye koi normal love story nahi hai, aur society bhi maa ka apne hi bete se shaadi karna accept nahi karegi. Isliye Rahul ka uska lover banna aur Tripti ko apne control mein rakhna hi story ke context mein best option hai. Tripti uski corporate slave banegi, Rahul ki slut — board meetings, deals, aur influence ke liye woh uski body ka use karega. Jab Abhay bahar kaam kar raha hoga, tabhi Tripti ki chudai ho rahi hogi.

Abhay bhi ek tarah se uske husband aur Rahul ke father ka replacement hai. Lekin ab Abhay Rahul ke thumb ke neeche hai, kyunki last story mein Rahul ne usko ek badi problem se bahar nikala tha. Isliye Abhay Rahul ko apna saviour aur bade bhai ki tarah maanta hai.

Aur Rahul ka ultimate goal sirf Tripti ya Abhay tak limited nahi hai. Woh apne father ko business se bahar karega aur Tripti ke saath milkar gradually poora business apne control mein lega. Divorce ke baad jo share Tripti ko milega, uske through Rahul apna influence aur strong karega, aur remaining business ko bhi apne control mein lane ki planning karega. Eventually Rahul hi poore empire ka real owner aur decision-maker banega.

Tripti ko bhi Rahul apne control mein rakhega, almost ek corporate pawn ki tarah — uski body ko board members ko apne side karne ke liye use karega. Abhay ke college complete karne ke baad Rahul usko apni company mein job dega, jabki Tripti ko apne close circle mein, even as an executive assistant, rakhega. Isse Rahul ko Tripti ke saath proximity bhi milegi aur business mein uska influence bhi badhega. Abhay ko meanwhile ye lagega ki Rahul ne uski life aur career mein kitna support kiya hai, isliye woh Rahul par kabhi doubt nahi karega.

Rahul isi trust aur situation ka advantage uthayega. Tripti ke through woh apna influence badhayega, board members ko gradually apni side karega aur apne father ke empire par control establish karega. Uska father bada aur powerful hai, isliye woh ekdum se collapse nahi hoga—Rahul ko step-by-step uski foundation weak karni padegi. Isi process mein purane characters, Vicky aur baaki characters bhi important roles mein wapas aayenge aur Rahul ke plan ko aage badhane mein use honge.

Current story mein jo phase dikhega, woh Tripti ka Abhay ki to-be wife se Rahul ki manipulated sex toy / randi tak ka transformation hai. Rahul ko pata chalega ki woh apni maa ke saath obsessed hai, lekin usko chudte dekhna usko zyada pleasure deta hai — plus woh uski body ko power gain karne ke liye use kar sakta hai.

Aur jo phase tum abhi story mein dekh rahe ho, usmein Rahul USA mein hai aur Tripti India mein. Rahul door rehkar bhi uski feelings aur decisions ko influence kar raha hai. Rahul physically wahan nahi hai, but mentally aur strategically woh situation ko control kar raha hai.

Tripti ne Rahul ki approval se Abhay ko accept kar liya hai, toh naturally unka relationship aage badhega. Lekin jab Tripti Rahul se dobara milegi, toh unke beech jo connection hai woh completely different hoga.

Aur ab main tumhe story ka end bata deta hoon. Hospital mein Tripti ki delivery hogi aur ek beta hoga. Abhay us bachche ka naam Rahul rakhega, kyunki uski nazar mein Rahul uska saviour hai. Aur Tripti bas muskuraayegi, kyunki woh jaanti hogi ki woh bachcha actually Rahul ka hai.

Yehi bigger picture hai. Jo abhi story mein ho raha hai, woh sirf relationships ya individual scenes ke baare mein nahi hai—ye Rahul ke long-term plan, manipulation, Abhay ke blind trust, Tripti ke control, uski body ka use, aur finally poore family empire par Rahul ke takeover ki journey hai. Rahul ka man-in-the-shadows role hi actual story hai.

[Joker44]

Trupti Sanjeev ko divorce degi Kyu?.. Abhay ke liye...
Trupti sabse jyada intimate kise ho rahi hai?... Abhay se...
Trupti ko pleasure kise mil raha hai?... Abhay se..
Trupti ne sari hade par kiske liye ki?... Abhay ke liye..
Trupti ka pyar kiske liye hai?... Abhay ke liye...
Trupti ki shadi kisse?... Abhay se...

Rahul kya hai?
dark syco type mard ...
Cuckold mard jo apni maa ko dusro se chudate dekhega...
Trupti ka pyaar bilkul nahi...
Trupti ki care bilkul nahi...

Yeh ongoing story ka fact hai bro...sirf tumhe aina dikha raha hoon...koi blame nahi kar raha hoon... Story me Rahul sirf naam ka hero hai... lekin actually reader's ke liye woh ek side character aur villain lag raha hai...Aur hero ki feeling sirf Abhay de raha hai... Sorry but it's fact... No complaint it's your story.

Har answer ke liye aapko upcoming chapters bhi read karne padenge, kyunki abhi jo kuch ho raha hai woh actually story ka buildup hai.

Agar aapne story follow ki hai, toh Rahul Sanjeev ke secretary ke saath milkar kuch plot kar raha hai, aur Vikki abhi-abhi story mein enter hua hai. Abhay Tripti ko wahi life dene ke liye bahut mehnat kar raha hai jo woh pehle jeeti thi, lekin Tripti ko ab Abhay mein Sanjeev wali same vibes feel hone lagi hain. Isi wajah se woh dheere-dheere lonely aur emotionally disconnected feel karne lagi hai.

Story mein abhi bahut kuch baaki hai. Aage jaakar kaafi cheezein unfold hongi, isliye current chapters ko upcoming chapters ke buildup ke saath dekhna zaroori hai.

Agar aap guys ko lagta hai ki saari cheezon ke answers ek saath hi chahiye, toh main literally 1 page mein story end karke poori story ki summary de sakta hoon. ? Otherwise, you can read all the detailed chapters and enjoy the buildup, twists aur developments as the story unfolds.

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Barish abhi-abhi thami thi, aur campus ka open ground, wet soil aur bheegi hui grass ki ek earthy, heavy khushboo se bhara hua tha. Shaam ke 5:40 baj rahe the. Most of the students aur faculty already lectures wind up karke campus se nikal chuke the.
Trupti upcoming college fest committee ke leftover banners aur decorative charts library ke side wale purane wooden store room se bahar nikal rahi thi. Aaj Abhay late-evening corporate finance class mein stuck tha. Sheetal apne friends circle ke saath canteen mein thi. Main academic block ka long corridor completely khali aur quiet tha — sirf ceiling lights ki halki yellow hum aur bahar pedon se tapakti hui paani ki boondom ki aawaaz thin.
Trupti ne aaj ek light cyan-blue color ki chiffon kurti pehni hui thi, jiska deep U-neckline uske porcelain collarbones aur upper chest curve ko delicate tareeqe se reveal kar raha tha. Niche crisp white ankle-length trousers the. Uske wet, natural wave baal shaam ki thandi hawa mein shoulders par bikhre hue the. Uske pure physical presence mein ek serene, mature aur undeniably sensual aura tha.
Woh jaise hi heavy banners ka bundle utha kar side store ke door se bahar nikli, Aryan samne wooden frame ke paas khada mila.
Pehle toh Trupti ko laga ki yeh bilkul accidental encounter hai — jaise pichle kai dino se campus ke alag-alag corners mein hota aa raha tha. Phir usne dhyan se dekha. Uske haath mein koi notebook ya class file nahi thi. Sirf ek tight-folded paper strip thi. Uska 19-saal ka boyish face aaj pehle se kahin zyada pale, flushed aur visibly nervous dikh raha tha. Uski dark eyes Trupti ke face se slide hokar ek second ke liye uske deep cleavage gap par tikin, aur phir turant nervous hokar neeche floor par chali gayin.
“Aap… free ho thodi der ke liye?” usne thoda hichkichate hue poocha. Uski low voice mein ek clear tremble tha. “Zyada time nahi loonga, Trupti. Bas… ek baat kehni thi. Yahan open corridor mein ya class ke samne nahi bol sakta.”
Trupti ne plastic banner roll ko apne side mein press kiya. Uske stomach ke andar ek choti si, familiar caution ki wave uthi. Usne pehle se hi boundaries maintain kar rakhi thin. Junior crush ki baat Sheetal ne already tease karke confirm kar di thi. Usse iss 19-saal ke innocent-looking ladke ko koi extra space ya encouragement nahi dena tha.
“Kya baat hai, Aryan?” usne ekdam straight, mature tone mein poocha.
Aryan ne corridor ke dono taraf dekha. “Yahan nahi. Wahan… library ke piche wale stone benches par. Sirf do minute.”
Library ke piche garden area mein purani stone benches thin, jahan dense banyan trees ki shadow rehti thi. Exam season ke alawa wahan shaam ko koi nahi baithta tha. Trupti ne pehle thought banaya ki ekdam refusals de de. Phir socha — ek basic junior hai, public campus zone hai, sirf do minute ki toh baat hai. Usne single nod kiya.
Woh dono stone bench par jaakar baith gaye. Center mein kam se kam ek haath jitna clean space tha. Aryan ne us folded paper ko apne fingers ke beech continuous twist kiya, lekin khola nahi. Shaam ke andhere mein uski breath short aur heavy ho rahi thi.
“Main aapko pareshan ya uncomfortable nahi karna chahta,” usne shuru kiya, eyes bench ke wet wooden base par fixed rakhte hue. “Aap engaged ho. Main jaanta hoon. Abhay bhaiya… poora campus unka respect karta hai, main bhi karta hoon.”
Trupti ne side profile se uske nervous face aur tight jawline ko dekha. “Toh phir yeh alag se baat kyun ho rahi hai?”
Aryan ne ek lambi, shaky saans li. “Kyunki main aapko dekh ke jo feel karta hoon… woh koi normal campus crush jaisa nahi hai. Aur yeh baat mujhe apne andar se nikaalni thi, warna main roz aapke piche ek stupid first-year ki tarah ghumta rahunga… aur khud se nafrat karta rahunga.”
Trupti ki body thodi stiff hui. “Aryan. Main tumse pehle hi keh chuki hoon—”
“Meri ek didi thi,” usne beech mein hi interrupt kar diya.
Trupti ke lips lock ho gaye. Uski words ruk gayi.
Aryan ki nazar benches ke neeche ki geeli mitti par jam gayi thi. “Teen saal pehle. Ek severe road accident mein… she passed away. Woh meri se paanch saal badi thi. College final year mein thi us time. Bahut strict… lekin mere liye bahut soft. Ghar mein sab kuch usi se pooch kar hota tha. Main poore din uske piche-piche rehta tha jaise… jaise ab campus mein aapke piche-piche ghumta hoon. Mujhe yeh soch ke pehle bahut sharm aati thi. Lekin sach yahi hai.”
Usne shaky fingers se paper ko unfold kiya. Usme ek purani photo thi — continuous folding marks ke saath. Ek ladki. 22–23 saal ki. Long dark hair. Soft, dignified facial structure. Simple cotton kurti. Photo ek black-and-white printout thi, thodi grainy aur blurred.
Trupti ne photo par apni nazar tikaayi.
Uska dil ek sudden, strange jagah par jaakar freeze ho gaya.
Woh ladki Trupti se exact face-to-face match nahi karti thi. Lekin features ki geometry identical thi — eyes ka almond shape, lips ki full, natural softness, aur woh overall serious-yet-approachable aura. Itna same nahi ki koi unhe twins bol de, lekin itna zaroor ki dekhne wale ko pehli glance mein yaad dila de.
“Log kehte hain ki time ke saath deceased logon ka face dimaag se fade hone lagta hai,” Aryan ne lower voice mein kaha, uski breath thodi raspy ho gayi thi. “Mera nahi hua. Aap jab orientation day par stage par khadi thin… main do second ke liye poori tarah freeze ho gaya tha. Mujhe laga jaise lightning strike hui ho… jaise kisi ne galti se meri didi ko stage par bula liya ho. Phir aapne baat karna shuru kiya. Voice alag thi. Lekin face… aapke features ne mujhe aisa hit kiya ki mera dimaag hil gaya.”
Trupti ne photo quiet motion mein uske haath mein wapas pakda di. Uske apne haath subtle cold hot feel kar rahe the.
“Isliye tu mujhe roz aise ghoorta rehta hai,” Trupti ne ekdam dheeme, husky tone mein kaha.
Aryan ne rapid nod kiya. “Haan. Aur isliye main roz raat ko khud par gussa karta hoon. Kyunki didi… didi ke liye meri feeling sirf ek innocent bhai wali nahi thi. Main 16 saal ka tha. Woh meri real elder sister thi. Phir bhi main usse… ek alag, forbidden tarike se dekhta tha. Main uske bath ke baad uske baalon ki khushboo notice karta tha. Uske clothes, uski body... Yeh dirty baat maine aaj tak duniya mein kisi ko nahi bataayi. Ghar mein toh socha bhi nahi ja sakta. Accident ke baad yeh guilt mere andar completely bury ho gaya tha. Lekin ab aapko dekh ke… woh poora andhera, woh poori hunger wapas nikal aayi hai.”
Trupti ki breathing achanak heavy aur tight ho gayi.
Yeh shocking confession uske liye koi simple 19-saal ke junior ka stupid teenage declaration nahi tha. Yeh conversation uske apne dark, dirty, secret world ke ekdam parallel chal rahi thi.
Beta. Maa.
Woh biological, sacred relation ki line jo lust aur dominant ownership ke paar chali jaati hai. Rahul ka woh cold, terrifying incestuous text message... uski command... aur Trupti ka khud Rahul ke khayal se raat mein apni pussy ko wet karke fingering karna.
Aryan ko ek drop bhi idea nahi tha ki uske samne kaun baithi hai. Woh toh bas ek sexually confused, guilt-ridden 19-saal ka ladka tha jo apni deceased elder sister ke liye apni suppressed, incestuous physical desires ko iss 20-saal ki senior VP ke chehre par project kar raha tha.
Aryan jab bol raha tha, tab uske body mein physical changes ekdam clear the. Uska respiration fast tha, aur Trupti ki eyes accidental movement mein niche gayi. Aryan ki dark jeans ke front panel par ek sharp, prominent bulge ubhar aaya tha. Uska shaft hard ho chuka tha. Aryan ne extreme embarrassment aur awkwardness mein apni right palm se us hard bulge ke press karne ki koshish ki, lekin 19 saal ke jism ka woh raw erection chhup nahi raha tha. Uske chest ka fabric, Trupti ke U-neckline se jhankte hue rounded cleavage par fixed tha.
Trupti ke core mein — uski wet, warm pussy ke andar — ek sudden, heavy surge of heat travel kar gayi.
Usne clearly feel kiya ki uski lace panty mein ek thick liquid drop leak ho gaya. Uski choot mein ek sharp, throbbing twitch utha. Iss innocent-looking boy ke mouth se elder sister ke liye violent, forbidden sexual attraction ki baat sunna... iss taboo thrill ne Trupti ke hidden erotic mind ko ek dark climax touch de diya tha. Rahul ke saath uska incestuous relation tha, aur yahan ek aur bhai apni badi behen ke jism ke liye tadap raha tha.
Trupti ne smooth voice mein ask kiya, “Toh tu ek ladki ko isliye dirty tarike se desire kar raha hai... kyunki woh teri biological didi jaisi dikhti hai?”
Aryan ne hairan hokar eyes uthayin. Uske chehre par extreme shame aur raw, uninhibited male hunger ek saath paint thin. “Haan. Aur jab aapne abhi iss line ko directly bol diya… toh mera guilt aur mera erection dono control se bahar hone lage hain.”
Trupti ke full hothon par ek thandi, bitter, sensual si light smile aayi. Koi anger nahi, koi disgusted shock nahi — balki ek supreme, dark amusement.
“Toh tu indirectly propose kar raha hai us ladki ko... jo teri real sister jaisi lagti hai?”
Aryan ne niche floor par dekha, uske hands abhi bhi trouser ke front par tightness maintain kiye the. Phir, unexpectedly, usne ek weak, nervous laugh di. “Behad ajeeb aur disgusting lag raha hai na? Main bhi jaanta hoon. Lekin haan... main usse… meri didi ko… sexual tarike se bhi like karta tha. Main uske rumal, uske innerwear ko secretly feel karta tha. Yeh paap hai, main jaanta hoon. Isliye main aapse door rehne ki violent koshish karta hoon... par aapka chehra dekhte hi mera control tut jaata hai.”
Trupti ki sensual smile gradually fade ho gayi.
Uske inner core mein tectonic shift hua tha. Rahul. Uska apna beta. Woh terrifying dominance. Woh sacred blood relation jo incestuous pleasure mein turn ho chuka tha.
Aryan ke munh se nikla hua yeh raw, twisted, taboo truth uske apne deepest secret guilt ke itna kareeb tha ki uski breath rukne lagi. Uski panty ab completely wet thi. Iss junior ki erotic confession ne Trupti ke jism ko Abhay ke shaam wale sex ke baad bhi wapas ek hidden, dark heat se bhar diya tha.
Trupti ne bench se apna leather bag uthaya. Uska tone mature, authoritative, lekin subtle warmth ke sath nikla.
“Aryan. Main teri didi nahi hoon. Main kisi deceased ladki ki replacement ya fantasy item nahi hoon. Aur main Abhay ke saath engaged hoon. Yeh jo tu mere chehre aur body ko dekh kar internal heat aur incestuous guilt feel kar raha hai… isse yahin drop kar. Kal se mere around itna physical distance lose mat kar. Notes ya study material chahiye ho toh official student group mein maang. Mujhe isolated corners mein akela mat catch kar.”
Aryan ne continuous head shake kiya, uski eyes closed ho gayin. “Theek hai, Trupti. I am extremely sorry. Main… bas apna yeh dark burden share karke clear hona chahta tha. Ab kabhi nahi bolunga.”
Trupti uth kar khadi hui. Usne do-teen steps aage badhaye. Phir ruki. Piche mud kar dekha.
Aryan ab bhi usi wet stone bench par baitha tha. White paper printout uske trembling haath mein tha. 19 saal ka young, horny, confused ladka — guilt se bhara hua, aur apni sisterly fantasy ki desire mein tight erection ke saath akela baitha hua.
Trupti ne usse dekha, aur uski voice ek strange, dark velvet texture mein turn ho gayi:



Aur Aryan,” usne thoda jhuk kar quiet voice mein add kiya, “jo tu apni real didi ke liye feel karta tha… woh attraction, woh hidden physical fantasy… usse duniya mein kisi teesre ke samne mat rakhna. Yeh society, yeh college ke log samjhenge nahi. Isse tera tamasha bana denge. Tu khud bhi isse publically handle nahi kar payega. Isse apne andar hi deep bury karke rakh… baseline secrecy mein. Wahi tere aur tere mind ke liye better hai.”
Yeh advice usne Aryan ke liye kahi thi... aur wahi exact line usne apne khud ke dark soul aur Rahul ke saath bane incestuous truth ke liye bhi repeat ki thi.
Woh turn lekar tez steps ke saath wet pathway par aage nikal gayi.
Hostel ke raste par Trupti ke steps behad fast the. Uski heartbeats rhythmic aur heavy thin. Aryan ke haath mein pakdi hui black-and-white photo, aur uski raspy voice ka woh phrase — “main usse sexual tarike se bhi desire karta tha” — uske dimag ke walls par echoing rhythm mein repeat ho raha tha. Uski pussy fabric par geelapan abhi bhi clear feel ho raha tha.
Room 304 mein aakar usne door ko andar se lock kiya. Sheetal room mein nahi thi. Trupti ne bag desk par phenka aur seedha washbasin ke mirror ke samne khadi ho gayi.
Mirror mein look same tha: College की Top VP. Abhay ki devoted Fiancée. Sanskaari, cultured elder student.
Lekin un dark eyes ke piche woh aurat thi jo deeply jaanti thi ki blood relation mein lust kitna violent aur intoxicating ho sakta hai. Uska apna biological beta Rahul San Francisco se uski soul aur body ko text messages se command karta tha. Aur aaj, ek 19-saal ka junior uske glowing face aur body mein apni dead sister ka physical reflection dhoondh kar uske samne tight erection ke saath guilt confess kar raha tha.
Taboo ki depth aur situation alag thi... Lekin sexual thrill aur incestuous guilt ki exact hit ek hi jagah par hui thi.
Trupti ne basin ka cold water tap turn on kiya. Cold water se apna face aur neck thoroughly wash kiye. Desk se phone uthaya.
Abhay ka new message aachuka tha:
Abhay: Class abhi finish hui hai jaan. Main completely drain ho chuka hoon, seedha room ja raha hoon. Kal morning mein milte hain. Love you.
Trupti ne short reply type kiya:
Trupti: It's okay Abhay. Take rest. Good night.
Usne text bhej kar screen lock ki, lekin Rahul ke encrypted private chat window ko request attempt nahi kiya.
Aaj nahi.
Aaj uske andar jo taboos ki violent shockwave chal rahi thi, usse filhaal kisi ko handed-over nahi karna tha. Na apne fiancé Abhay ko, na apne us beta ko jo ocean ke us paar se us par ownership rakhta tha, aur na hi us 19-saal ke junior ko jo usse behen bana kar uski body ko desire kar raha tha.
Usne room ki lights complete off kiin aur bed par let gayi.
Neend aane ka koi sign nahi tha.
Dimag mein sirf ek blurred photo, ek young boy ka hard bulge, ek dark incestuous confession, aur uski khud ki life ka woh tabooless truth tha... jo aaj kisi teesre ke lips se sun kar aur bhi zyada sharp, wet aur real ho gaya tha.


CHAPTER 28: RESCUE
Shaam ke 7:35 baj rahe the.
Fest committee ka last leftover box Trupti ne library ke back-gate wale purane side-store mein shift kar diya tha. Main academic block ke is secluded hisse par campus lights kam thin — bas ek-do dull yellow sodium lamps jo hawa ke saath thode flicker kar rahe the. Ground ke piche wala kacha rasta girls' hostel ki taraf jaane ka sabse short route tha — mushkil se 4 minute ki walk. Trupti ne roz yeh rasta use kiya tha. Aaj bhi usne socha ki shortcut se hostel chali jaaye; Abhay ki corporate finance class 8:15 tak continue honi thi, Aryan shaam ke confession ke baad se campus mein dikha nahi tha, aur Sheetal abhi bhi canteen ke friends group mein busy thi.
Trupti ne chiffon kurti ke loose dupatta ko apne shoulder par set kiya aur kache raste par kadam badha diye. Ground ki wet soil se ab bhi shaam ki thandi hawa ke saath ek earthy, heavy khushboo uth rahi thi.
Teen-chaar kadam aage badhte hi, Trupti ki spine ke base par ek familiar, icy chill travel kar gayi.
Wahi feeling. Pichle pure hafte se jo creeping sensation uske piche lagi hui thi. Koi usse dark shadows se continuously observe kar raha hai.
Usne apni walking speed badha di. Leather purse ko side arm ke niche tight kiya aur phone ko right hand mein grip kar liya. Usne ek instant mein piche mudkar dekha — rasta lagbhag khali tha. Sirf ek flickering streetlight ki light mein bheege hue pedon ki shadow hil rahi thi aur door ek stray dog quiet khada tha. Phir usne left side, purane neem ke tree ke thick trunk ke piche, ek dark, hunched figure dekha.
Pehle glimpse mein Trupti ko laga ki koi local homeless man ya bhikari hoga.
Kapde jagah-jagah se faate hue the. Dark formal shirt jo kabhi clean waali rahi hogi, ab mud aur grease se completely maili aur torn thi. Loose pajama ke niche right foot mein ek broken rubber slipper thi, left foot nanga tha. Baal completely bikhre hue, greasy, thode grey aur thode black. Face par haptom ki unshaven, rough beard thi. Body ekdam sukhi hui, shoulders niche ki taraf jhuke hue. Ek haath mein plastic ka ek purana, broken transparent cover tha — jaise koi discarded official ID badge cover ho. Face half-shadow aur half-streetlamp ki dim light mein tha.
Trupti ke pair wahi zameen par freeze ho gaye. Uski saans ek second ke liye chest mein hi atak gayi.
Yeh aadmi... yeh wahi nazar waala aadmi tha jo pichle kuch dino se usse target kar raha tha. Wahi jo campus ke samne wale medical store ke bahar khada tha, wahi jo library ke outer steps ke shadow mein tha. Aaj uske head par cap nahi thi. Aur uske exposed, ruined face ne Trupti ke dimaag ko ek violent dhakka maara.
Woh koi normal vagrant ya roadside bhikari nahi lag raha tha. Woh insaan ek former security officer Inspector lag raha tha.
Aath-nau mahine pehle. Vikki murder case ki security officer investigation. College life se pehle, uske apne hometown mein. Woh officer jo ironed khaki uniform mein unke ghar aata tha, jo Trupti se strict, uncomfortable sawal poochta tha, jo baad mein ek severe late-night highway "accident" mein mar gaya tha — news channels par, local newspapers mein, aur official security officer department ke records mein. Declared dead on arrival. Case closed forever.
Rahul ne us din phone par Trupti se kuch clear details share nahi ki thin. Sirf itna bold, cold statement diya tha: "Mamma, ab koi tension nahi hai. Wahan ka maamla hamesha ke liye close ho chuka hai." Trupti ne us time subtle guess kar liya tha. Woh poori details nahi jaanti thi, aur sharafat ke darr se jaanna bhi nahi chahti thi. Lekin internal instinct tha — security officer officer ka woh highway accident itna clean, itna convenient, aur itna completely silent nahi ho sakta tha.
Aur ab... woh "dead" security officer Inspector Vikram uske thik samne khada tha. Ek bhikari ke faate hue kapdon mein. Adha dimaag se pagal. Adha yaadein preserve rakhte hue.
“T-Trupti…” uske sookhe, phate hue hothon se aawaaz ek violent raspy cough ke saath bahar aayi. Aawaaz jaise kisi rusted metal pipe se nikal rahi ho. “Khanna… badi bahu… student… dono… ek hi aurat…”
Trupti ne ek sudden step piche liya. Uski breath trembling ho gayi. “Aap… aap toh mar gaye the. Highway accident mein...”
Vikram ne apni gardan thodi jhuka kar ek strange, broken laugh di. Hasna normal nahi lag raha tha. Laugh beech mein tut jati, phir ek harsh coughing fit aata, aur phir wapas ek quiet, dry smile. “Mar gaya... Haan. Paper mein mara. Hospital ke cold room mein. Jala diya mera record. Lekin main… main abhi bhi yahan hoon. Sarak. Kooda. Raat. Din. Ye chehra yaad rehta hai… ye chehra kabhi chala jaata hai. Dimaag mein lights aati hain, phir darkness aa jati hai.”
Usne do staggering steps Trupti ki taraf badhaye. Trupti ke hand mein pakde hue phone ki screen-light achanak uske face par seedhi padi. Vikram ki eyes completely bloodshot thin. Maathe se lekar right ear tak ek thick, purple-red accident scar tha — jawline thodi twisted thi. Inspector Vikram ka woh former sharp, commanding, handsome masculine face ab poori tarah ruin aur break ho chuka tha. Lekin bone structure wahi tha. Unhi eyes ki dark, dirty hunger wahi thi.
“Case…” usne violent hand gesture se hawa mein finger ghumate hue kaha. “Woh ladka… Vikki… uski bus ke piche ki body… video… aur tum. Tumhari… tumhara muh. Haan. Raw, soft muh. Main daily sochta tha ki file main kya likhoon. Office ke piche wale dark room mein... Tumne… apni knees par baith kar. Shaadi ki ring finger par shine kar rahi thi. Shaadi-shuda badi bahu. Phir bhi muh khol kar... Mera lund. Garam. Pehle soft, phir hard. Tumne pure ras ke saath nigala bhi tha. Phir roti hui boli thin — saheb, mat likhna report mein, jo chahiye le lo...”
Trupti ka pet andar se ekdam gir gaya. Uski choot ke deep core mein ek sudden, dirty, sickening wave leak hui.
Woh dark, terrifying raat. Woh uski life ka sabse desperate, wrong decision. Rahul ko bachane ka darr. Case ko suppress karwane ke liye inspector ki demand. Ek filthy, desperate oral sex (BJ) jo usne pure fear aur compromise mein settle hone ke liye diya tha. Ek aisa dirty secret jo usne aaj tak kisi ke samne share nahi kiya tha — na apne fiancé Abhay ko pata chalne diya, na hi Rahul ko clear words mein bataya. Rahul ko bas andaza tha ki inspector ne uski mamma ki helpless condition ka fayda uthaya tha... aur isliye shayad woh accident itna permanent aur violent plan hua tha.
Vikram ne apni bloodshot eyes band kiin, phir shake karke dobara kholi. Uska damaged dimaag beech-beech mein completely slip ho raha tha.
“Chai… meri chai kahan hai? Station… daroga saab… meri khaki uniform kahan gayi? Mere leather jootey… mere jootey hospital ke morgue mein reh gaye. Main soya. Utha. Koi badge nahi. Koi rank nahi. Sirf ek aurat... Uska warm, soft muh. Vikki ka case. Trupti Khanna. Badi bahu. Naam likha tha meri personal pocket diary mein. Diary jali... dimaag nahi jala.”
Usne achanak high-pitched voice mein chilla kar bola, phir turant shhh... karke aawaaz low kar li. “Shhh. Main pagal nahi hoon. Main Inspector Vikram hoon. Main ruling inspector tha. Ab kooda hoon. Tumne nigala tha mera lund. Main yaad rakhta hoon. Jab-jab dimaag mein light aati hai.”
Trupti ne piche do fast steps liye. Uski aawaaz mein darr aur shame dono mix the. “Mat aao mere paas! Mat aao, main chillane lagungi!”
Vikram ne apna maila, rough hand aage badhaya — ek bhikari ki tarah maangne ke posture mein, aur ek predator ki tarah pakadne ke posture mein. “Ek baar... Sirf ek baar woh yaad wapas chahiye. Wahi muh. Phir main hamesha ke liye chala jaunga. Koi file nahi bachi. Koi court nahi bacha. Sirf body ki yaad. Mera dimaag roz toot-ta rehta hai, Trupti Khanna. Tumhari jeebh… meri life ki last saaf aur soft cheez thi.”
Uske words behad dirty, broken aur uske scarred body ki violent sexual memory ke saath chipke hue the. Trupti ke andar extreme terror tha. Lekin terror ke saath-saath... ek dark, filthy physical memory bhi uske lower abdomen mein flash kar gayi — uniform ki rough smell, us copper-flavored taste, us thick lund ka uske mouth mein penetration, aur uska khud ka helpless, corrupt bargain. Uska apna body iss traumatic memory par betray karke wetness release kar raha tha, aur usse iss instant reaction se khud se extreme ghin aayi.
“Rahul ne…” Trupti ke phate hue lips se almost ek silent whisper nikla, “tumhe… maar diya tha…”
Vikram ki bloodshot eyes achanak chamki. “Ladka. Tumhara beta. Cold, dead eyes. Usne hospital ke bahar… nahi. Main kabhi sochta hoon usne gadi se hit karwaya. Phir main bhool jaata hoon. Phir sudden yaad aata hai. Severe accident. Brake failure. Bright headlight. Main udd gaya hawa mein. Phir kooda. Phir tumhara yeh college campus. Main dhoondhta hoon tumhare chehre ko. Roz. Kabhi dikhti ho... kabhi nahi dikhti.”
Woh ek sudden, aggressive jhatke se aage badha. Uska maila hand Trupti ki right wrist tak pahunch gaya. Grip physically weak thi kyunki body malnutritioned thi, lekin mental madness ki wajah se desperate aur tight thi. Usne Trupti ko neem ke tree ki dark shadows ki taraf drag karne ki koshish ki. “Muh kholo... Ek minute. Bhikari ko bhi apni last feeling yaad chahiye. Inspector ko bhi.”


Trupti ne poori strength se chillaaya: “Chhodo mujhe! Help!”
“Hey— chhod usse!”
Ek sudden, sharp male voice dark pathway par echo hui. Aryan piche se tez sprint karta hua aaya. Usne apna heavy college backpack ground par phenka. Usne poori force ke saath Vikram ke unshaven shoulder par double-handed dhakka diya.
Vikram larra kar do step piche gaya, lekin Trupti ki wrist ko chhodne ko ready nahi tha. Aryan ne iss baar ek violent kick aur shoulder blow maara. Vikram balance lose karke wet ground par niche mitti mein gir gaya — faate hue kapde aur kooda ek saath wet soil mein san gaye. Niche gir kar woh achanak pehle zor-zor se hasne laga, phir uski laughter emotional crying mein badal gayi.
“Uniform… jootey… soft muh… sab chhin gaya…”
Aryan ne turant Trupti ko apne piche shield kiya, uska body Trupti aur us broken inspector ke beech mein iron wall ki tarah khada ho gaya. Aryan ki heavy respiration chal rahi thi. “Trupti, bhago! Back gate ki taraf! Abhi!”
Vikram uth kar unke piche nahi aaya. Woh geeli mitti par ghutno ke bal baith gaya, apna maatha dono haathon se pakad kar rhythmically hilane laga. “Case closed. Aurat nigal gayi sab kuch. Ladka jeet gaya. Main mar gaya... main nahi mara. Main yahan kooda hoon.”
Trupti ne ek second ka delay nahi kiya. Woh aur Aryan dono fast sprint karte hue back gate ki taraf bhage. Streetlight ki bright yellow range. Piche do hostel students cross kar rahe the. Front gate par security guard ki cabin thi.
Jab unhone gate par pahunch kar ek baar piche mudkar dekha, toh kache raste par Vikram nahi tha. Purane neem ke ped ke piche bhi koi shadow nahi thi. Jaise woh koi broken, living ghost ho jo dhang se shaam ke fog aur darkness mein vanish ho gaya ho.
Hostel ke main boundary gate ke just bahar Trupti ruki. Uski breathing poori tarah phool chuki thi, chest violent speed se upar-niche move kar raha tha. Aryan ne Trupti ka girta hua leather purse apne haath mein hold kar rakha tha. Aryan ke 19-saal ke haath visible tremor ke saath kaamp rahe the.
“Woh... woh kaun tha?” Aryan ne phooli hui saans ke beech poochha. Uska face darr aur intense protectiveness se filled tha. “Woh aadmi aapko personally jaanta tha, Trupti. Aapka full name le raha tha...”
Trupti ne apna mouth khola... phir turant closed kar liya. Uski aawaaz shaky aur broken thi. “Purana… ek criminal case tha humare hometown mein. Woh wahan ka security officer inspector tha. Sab log... newspaper aur media kehte hain ki woh aath-nau mahine pehle ek severe accident mein mar chuka hai.”
Aryan ki dark eyes shock se badi ho gayin. “Mar chuka hai? Phir yeh aadmi… yahan is haalat mein?”
“Main nahi jaanti, Aryan...” Usne half-truth aur half-lie ko blend karke heavy voice mein kaha. “Shayd us accident mein brain damage hua ho... shayd mental asylum se bhaaga ho... shayd koi aur ho...”
Rahul. Yeh single word Trupti ke gale mein ek sharp stone ki tarah atak gaya.
Aryan ne Trupti ka hand turant nahi chhoda. Usne Trupti ki trembling wrist ko soft, comforting grip mein hold kiye rakha. “Main aapko hostel ke main door tak drop karta hoon. Aaj ke baad aap akeli is secluded kache raste se late shaam ko kabhi mat aana. Main… main daily shaam ke iss exact time par yahan aap ke saath walking escort ke liye rahunga, agar aap allow karein toh.”
Trupti ne Aryan ke face ko dekha. 19 saal ka innocent boy. Uski white formal shirt dhakkey-mukki mein shoulders se maili ho gayi thi. Respiratory rate fast tha. Danger aur violence ke baad bhi, uski eyes mein Trupti ke liye wahi same intense focus tha — sisterly reflection, deep unspoken crush, aur ab ek proud rescuer ka instinct.
“Thank you,” Trupti ne kaha. Uski voice emotion se breakdown ho rahi thi. “Aryan... really, thank you so much. Agar aaj tum yahan timing par na hote…”
“Main hamesha hounga,” usne bina pause kiye fast voice mein bola. “Ab se main hamesha around hounga.”
Aryan usse girls' hostel ke security gate tak le gaya. Usne gate guard ko short, sharp voice mein brief kiya — ek mentally unstable, violent bhikari outer wall ke paas ghum raha hai aur female students ko target kar raha hai. Guard ne notepad register mein entry note ki, lekin routine manner mein handling ki. “Madam, campus ke piche railway line aur slums hain, aise stray vagrants kabhi-kabhi aate rehte hain, hum dekhte hain.”
Room 304 ke andar enter hote hi Trupti ne wooden door ko double lock kiya, aur safety latch bhi laga diya. Sheetal abhi bhi room mein nahi aayi thi. Trupti seedha small bathroom ke inside gayi. Basin ke samne wall mirror.
Mirror mein dekha: Uski chiffon kurti ka U-neckline thoda disordered tha. Neck par light dust-mark tha. Right wrist par Vikram ki dirty, tight grip ka red circular mark clear chhap chuka tha.
Usne tap full running mode mein set kiya. Liquid soap le kar apni wrist aur hands ko repeatedly rub karke dhoya. Ek baar, do baar, teen baar. Leather skin red ho gayi, lekin Vikram ki un-washed touch, uski filthy words — "soft muh... tumne nigala... mera lund" — ka lingering feel jism se nikal nahi raha tha.
Trupti ke mind mein do extreme thoughts ek saath parallel direction mein race kar rahe the:
FIRST — Inspector Vikram ka ruined, scarred face, uski disgusting memories, uski heavy sexual demands, aur Trupti ka khud us memory par internal biological wetness feel karna. SECOND — Aryan ka timely hero entry, uska violent push, uska physical shield banna, aur uska trembling hand Trupti ke hand mein hona.
Pehli cheez usse extreme disgust, shame aur ek corrupt, dirty physical flash de rahi thi. Doosri cheez usse ek electric, warm surge ke saath real aur protected feel kara rahi thi.
Usne desk se apna phone uthaya. Uski fingers abhi bhi kaamp rahi thin.
Usne pehle Abhay ko message type kiya:
Trupti: Aaj library ke piche wale shortcut par ek mentally unstable stranger disturb kar raha tha. Ek junior student ne timely intervene karke help ki. Main safe hoon hostel room mein. Raat mein baat karte hain.
Phir usne Rahul ke encrypted chat panel ko open kiya. Trembling fingers se fast type kiya:
Trupti: Inspector Vikram zinda hai. Woh campus mein mere piche laga hua hai.
Usne send button par thumb rakha... Lekin send nahi kiya.
Usne pure text ko single backspace press karke completely DELETE kar diya.
Kyunki agar Inspector Vikram waqai paper records mein dead hone ke baad bhi zinda tha, aur Rahul ne aath mahine pehle uska highway accident plan karke execute kiya tha... toh yeh single message ek catastrophic nuclear bomb ki tarah Rahul ko aggressive mode mein activate kar deta. Aur Trupti abhi Nashik campus mein Rahul ka naya murder ya violent retaliation nahi chahti thi. Usse pehle thanda ho kar sochna tha. Pehle warm shower lena tha. Pehle yeh fixed decision lena tha ki Aryan ko kitna sach dena hai aur kitna chhupana hai.
Usne bathroom ka hot shower turn on kiya. Chiffon kurti aur trousers floor par drop kiye. Warm water shower head se nikal kar uske bare shoulders, rounded breasts aur full hips par fall hone laga. Usne apne mouth ko haath aur soap se continuously scrubbing ke saath dhoya — jaise oral sex ki woh 8-month-old dark memory skin se wash away ho sakti ho.
Memory wash away nahi ho rahi thi.
Us raat Trupti Khanna ko ek second ke liye bhi neend nahi aayi.

Subah ke 9:10 baj rahe the.
Abhay  girls' hostel ke main gate ke bahar khada tha. Uska face visibly pale aur exhausted lag raha tha — neend bilkul poori nahi hui thi. Trupti ke pichli raat 2:00 AM par aaye short text message ne uski neend uda di thi: “Aaj raste mein koi pareshan kar raha tha. Ek junior ne help ki. Main safe hoon.” Abhay ne turant subah first thing milne ko bola tha. Aur ab Trupti uske samne khadi thi. Chiffon kurti mein simple look, eyelids ke niche halki dark circles ki thakan, aur right wrist par halka red mark jisse usne dupatta ke edge se chhupane ki failure koshish ki thi.
“Poora detail bata, Trupti,” Abhay ne low lekin sharp, tight voice mein kaha. Uski eyes Trupti ke face se lekar uski wrist ke mark par fixed thin.
Trupti ne story ka carefully trimmed, filtered version diya. Late library store work. Kacha shortcut path. Ek unknown, filthy aadmi. Bhikari jaisa look. Mentally unstable. Uska full name call out karna. Physical wrist grip ki violent try. First-year junior Aryan ka spot par aana. Physical push. Vikram ka ground par girna. Unka security gate ki taraf bhagna. Guard ka log entry karna. Aur aadmi ka vanish hona.
Abhay ne middle mein hi usse rokaa. Uski breath heavy ho gayi. “Naam. Us unstable aadmi ne tera kya naam liya, aur apna kya bola?”
Trupti ek second ke liye quiet rahi. Uske lips shivering feel kar rahe the. “Usne mujhe... Trupti Khanna kaha. Aur… usne khud ko security officer inspector bola. Inspector Vikram.”
Abhay ka face ek millisecond ke liye completely freeze ho gaya. Jaise room ka temperature zero degree down ho gaya ho.
Inspector Vikram.
Naam sunte hi Abhay ke dimaag mein ek purani, rusted iron file ka lock ek jhatke se khul gaya.
Aath-nau mahine pehle. Hometown security officer Station. Uske fingerprints ke ink marks. Cold interrogation room mein uske formal statements. Ek itni terrifying raat jab Abhay ko lagta tha ki uska carrier, uski reputation aur Trupti ki shaadi sab khatam hone wala hai. Woh senior inspector jo interrogation mein unhe dekh kar smile nahi karta tha. Jo case ko asani se drop nahi kar raha tha. Jo Trupti ke around bhi mysterious, predatory interest ke saath ghumta rehta tha. Phir sudden news — highway road accident. Declared dead on the spot. Case files closed forever. Department record deleted.
Abhay ki spine ke bottom par icy chill run kar gayi.
Usne socha tha ki uski life ka sabse dirty, traumatic chapter hamesha ke liye bury ho chuka hai. Usne socha tha jo legal fear tha, jo hometown security officer station ki dirty smell thi — sab dafan ho gaya hai. Aur ab wahi exact name, wahi dead officer, ek ruined bhikari ban kar uski fiancée ke daily walking shortcut path par khada tha.
“Vikram...” Abhay ne word repeat kiya. Voice completely dry thin. “Woh… woh Inspector Vikram. Mere… mere old hometown case waala officer. Usne mujhe—” Usne rest of the sentence mute kar diya. “Uske accident aur death ke baare mein newspapers mein official print hua tha. Closed file.”
Trupti ne aage badh kar uska cold right hand tight grip mein pakda. “Abhay. Calm down.”
“Main complete campus search karta hoon,” Abhay ne turant rapid voice mein kaha. “Aaj. Abhi se. Main hostel gatekeeper se, CCTV angles se, back-gate perimeter se cross-check karunga. Koi official officer sudden itna conveniently mental bhikari nahi ban sakta. Agar woh waqai zinda hai aur Nashik mein hai… toh—”
Usne sentence complete nahi kiya. Kyunki equation ka next part behad terrifying tha: Agar Inspector Vikram dead declare hone ke baad bhi zinda hai, toh jin logon ne usse paper records mein "dead" karwaya tha, woh bhi hidden shadows se iska hisaab denge. Aur us dark chain mein Trupti ka family house, Trupti ka past, Trupti ka beta Rahul, aur Trupti ke physical secrets — sab kuch drag ho kar open mein aa sakte the.
Woh dono immediate library ke piche wale secluded back-gate zone gaye. Gatekeeper guard ne exact wahi briefing repeat ki jo raat ko di thi — ek violent, filthy vagrant, fragmented names, no physical trace. Neem ke tree ke niche CCTV camera angle cover nahi hota tha; us kone par lighting arrangement extremely poor tha. Abhay ne kache raste par, mudded grass par, tree root के around thorough check kiya. Koi broken rubber slipper nahi thi. Koi transparent plastic cover nahi tha. No physical evidence.
Jaise wahan kal raat koi insaan aaya hi na ho.
Abhay ke spine mein dobara intense shivering wave daud gayi.
Purani raatein. Hometown thane ki metallic smell. Vikram ki ironed khaki uniform. Uske harsh interrogations. Phir final news report — Senior Inspector killed in severe road accident, last rites performed. Us time Abhay ne deep internal relief feel kiya tha. Ab wahi 8-month-old relief flip hokar sheer horror ban chuka tha.
“Zero physical trace,” Abhay ne clenched teeth ke piche se whisper kiya. “Koi real human itni fast speed se wet ground se evaporate nahi hota. Ya toh koi third party usse car mein daal kar le gayi… ya woh daily base par shadows mein hide hone ka habitual hai.”
Trupti completely quiet khadi rahi. Uske dark mind mein Rahul ka cold face aur clear command repeat hone laga. Usne Abhay ke samne Rahul ka single hint bhi drop nahi kiya.
Dopahar ko 1:30 baj rahe the. Aryan unke samne khada tha — main canteen ke outer shade area mein. White formal shirt ironed thi, hair neat, aur dark eyes polite base par down thin.
Abhay ne aage badh kar first-year junior ka right hand pakda. Extremely tight, firm handshake. “Kal raat… jo tune Trupti ke liye kiya… main life-long bhoolne wala nahi hoon, Aryan. Tu abhi NIFT first-year mein hai. Phir bhi tu violent situation mein ruka. Main tera deep thankful hoon.”
Aryan ne politely head nod kiya. “Koi bhi student help karta, Abhay bhaiya.”
“Koi bhi randomly risk nahi leta,” Abhay ne firm tone mein override kiya. “Isliye aaj se tu humare inner student circle mein regular rahega. Canteen, event planning, late evening committee tasks. Trupti aage se akeli issue paths par walk nahi karegi. Tu campus timings mein accessible rehna. Main bhi rahunga, lekin main corporate finance aur final placement prep ki wajah se 24/7 present nahi ho paata.”
Yeh exact statement unke beech fall hua. Trupti ne instantly space calculate ki. Abhay busy schedule mein trapped tha. Ab woh openly access hand-over kar raha tha. Aryan ko apne private circle mein entry dena Abhay ka genuine gratitude tha — aur uski own absence ka solution bhi.
Kriti aur Sheetal late canteen desk par join hui. Short briefing suni — stranger disturbance, junior rescue, safe return. Sheetal ne Aryan ke liye special tea order ki. Kriti ne laughing tone mein comment kiya, “Toh ab Aryan official personal bodyguard spot par appoint ho gaya hai kya?” Group mein formal laughter aayi. Laughing okay thi... situation cover up ho gayi thi.
Shaam ke time fest committee table par group size grow kar chuka tha. Aryan wooden desk ke edge corner par silent baitha tha. Speech minimal thi. Trupti ko directly face-to-face look karne se completely avoid kar raha tha. Rescue moment ke baad uske internal male system mein jo forbidden spark generate hua tha, usse usne suppression mode mein daba liya tha. Trupti ne bhi apni physical wetness aur taboo thrill ko mask ke piche lock kar rakha tha. Lekin group table par Aryan ka physical presence ab fully validated tha. Abhay ki official approval se.
Trojan horse fortress ke andar entry kar chuka tha — bina Abhay ke, aur bina Aryan ke khud yeh reality jaane ki woh Trupti ke incestuous dark world ka catalyst ban raha hai.
Raat ko Trupti Abhay ke private off-campus flat par stay ki.
Unka physical encounter lengthy ya delicate nahi tha. It was intense, tight, needy, aur trauma-driven sex. Abhay ne bed par Trupti ko extreme physical strength se hold kiya, uski lower body ke deep inside fully penetrate kiya, aur uske ear ke paas continuous whisper karta raha: “Main hoon na... main sab handle kar lunga, Trupti.” Trupti ne Abhay ko orgasm achieve karwaya, usse psychologically satisfied feel karwaya... lekin eye closure ke piche uske inner mind mein exact teen male portraits pulse kar rahe the.

USA — California, Same Day Afternoon
Stanford Graduate college of Business ka main lecture hall. High ceilings, tier-seated structure, aur glass-wall design.
Professor Hale ne advanced financial engineering & board disruption module ke mid-term pairing results main projector screen par publish kiye. Rahul San Francisco ne desk par leaned posture mein apna name check kiya. Uske name ke exact opposite panel par partner assignment tha: Liam Brooks.
Yeh unexpected pairing nahi thi. Initial modules mein unke quantitative risk models merge hue the. Lekin final board-level disruption case project ke liye un dono ke analytical framework completely opposite directions mein stand kar rahe the. Aaj public presentation draft mein internal clash violent mode mein burst hua.
Private glass conference room mein Liam Brooks ne digital marker handle karte hue Rahul ki terminal slide projection ko pause kar diya.
Liam 23 saal ka East-Coast elite Ivy-League graduate tha — sharp jawline, ice-blue eyes, extremely polished blonde hair, aur minimalist tailored suit.
“Yeh systemic risk model paper par hyper-clean lagta hai, Rahul,” Liam ne cold, articulate American accent mein continuous point out kiya. “Until you ask the primary question: who absorbs the initial liquidity hit? Tum assume kar rahe ho ki corporate board members original founders ki tarah emotionally behave karenge. Real market dynamic mein they don’t.”
Rahul ne leather chair par back lean kiya. Uske black hair sharp, neat line mein fixed the, aur uski dark eyes mein ek lethal, unreadable calm layer thin.
“They behave like whoever is left standing after the execution,” Rahul ne low, balanced tone mein reply kiya. “Your proposed governance model protects the legacy room. My structural model replaces the room entirely.”
Liam ki ice-blue eyes Rahul ke unmoving face par locked thin. Uski lips par single warm smile nahi thi. “That’s not strategic financial analysis, Rahul. That’s raw predatory appetite.”
Glass room mein do international post-grad students tight silence mein baithe hue the. Dono ne awkwardness mein apni eyes down kar li thin. Liam ne noise pitch turn up nahi ki; Rahul ne bhi decibel raise nahi kiya. Phir bhi room ki hawa thick air tension se heavy thi.
“Appetite without structural compliance is a guaranteed market crash,” Liam ne white marker desk par place karte hue final statement diya.
“Compliance without appetite is just a well-documented funeral,” Rahul ne without delay counter-fire kiya.
Professor Hale glass door open karke inside step in hue. Both profiles ko analyze kiya. “Good work, gentlemen. Keep this high-voltage friction strictly inside the final research paper, not in the department hallways.” Unhone faint smile dene ki try ki. Both Rahul and Liam offered brief, unemotional nods.
Corridor mein walking movement ke time, Liam ne Rahul ke parallel walking step par only single direct line delivery ki: “I don't like people who treat classmates like chess pieces.”
Rahul stopped. Usne turning gaze se Liam ki eyes mein seedha penetrate kiya. Cold. Absolute zero temperature.
“Then don’t sit across from me at the table.”
Liam without a single word ahead badh gaya.
Rahul ne coat pocket se apna high-encryption black smartphone nikaala. Dedicated private note file open ki:
[TARGET NOTE]: Liam Brooks — High threat priority. Not standard student background. Extreme precision + high institutional leverage. Monitor movement inside and outside the academic block.
Rahul ne us note ke niche single horizontal dividing line drop ki, aur India operation status ka encrypted entry update kiya:
[INDIA STATUS]: Inspector Vikram active on Nashik campus perimeter. Do not execute remote linkage yet. Let the mother navigate the initial terror.
Raat ko — India Time 11:45 PM.
Abhay ne flat se nikal kar last time college back-gate parameter ka solo round liya. Neem ka tree. Sodium light illumination. Empty space. Usne local security officer station ke ek old contact officer ko SMS draft kiya... aur complete message erase kar diya. Kyunki dead officer ki unofficial search drive restart karna — apne purane criminal case file ko khud reopen karne ke barabar tha.
Trupti hostel room 304 ke single bed par leti hui thi. Aryan ka WhatsApp notification screen par flash hua:
Aryan: Kal main exact 5:00 PM library outer steps par rahunga. In case aapki committee meeting late windup hoti hai.
Trupti ne notification bar se direct short text send kiya:
Trupti: Okay. Thank you, Aryan.
Rahul ka chat thread usne view tak nahi kiya.
Lekin room ki total darkness mein, Trupti Khanna ke internal conscience ki balance sheet poori tarah change ho chuki thi:
Abhay ko unka purana Hometown Inspector recall ho chuka tha. Inspector Vikram ground se ghost ki tarah vanish ho chuka tha. Junior Aryan official entry lekar boundary ke andar aa chuka tha. Aur USA mein ek highly elite rival Rahul ke violent path ke samne khada ho chuka tha.
Phase 2 ki zameen ab safe ya smooth nahi bachi thi.
Woh poori tarah shift ho chuki thi... incest, blackmail, aur dangerous shadows ki violent landmine mein.


Raat ke exact 12:10 baj rahe the.

Girls' hostel ke room 304 mein Sheetal gheri neend mein so chuki thi. Trupti ne ekdam chupke se jaakar bathroom ka lakdi ka darwaza andar se lock kar liya. Exhaust fan on kar diya taaki aawaaz bahar room tak na jaaye. Mobile ki light ekdam kam ki. Kaampte haathon se usne message type karna shuru kiya. Pehle teen baar type kiya, phir mita diya. Phir chauthi baar mein button daba hi diya.
Trupti:
Rahul... kya tum abhi call kar sakte ho? Bohat zaroori baat hai.
Reply 40 second ke andar screen par aa gaya.
Rahul:
Video call par aao. Abhi ke abhi.
Trupti ne jaldi se baal khol liye. Din bhar ka saaf chehra aur nighty ke upar ek warm shawl lapet liya. Direct call receive ki.
Rahul ke piche US wale room ki halki light jal rahi thi. Black t-shirt, bikhre hue baal. Glass table par aaj daru ka glass nahi tha. Uska chehra ekdam shant aur khush lag raha tha — jaise din bohot achha gaya ho. San Francisco ki presentation, college ka kaam, jo bhi tha, uska mood ekdam set tha.
“Bolo, Mummy,” usne ekdam aaram se kaha. Aawaaz mein koi gussa nahi tha.
Trupti ne ek lambi saans li. Uski aankhein screen par Rahul ke chehre par tiki thin. “Rahul... Inspector Vikram zinda hai.”
Rahul ki aankhein thodi chhotii huin. “Kya bola?”
“Inspector Vikram zinda hai,” Trupti ki aawaaz kaampne lagi. “Woh accident mein nahi mara tha. Kal shaam ko campus ke piche wale kaley kache raste par mera rasta rok kar khada tha. Ekdam gande bhikari ke faate hue kapdon mein... dimaag se pagal. Usne mera poora naam liya. Purana case, Vikki ka murder, aur... woh thane wali raat.”
Trupti ne sharm aur darr se aankhein jhuka lin. “Usne woh sab gandi baatein yaad kiin, Rahul... Mera muh, uski gandi demands. Phir usne mujhe zabardasti ped ke piche kheenchna shuru kiya. Thik usii time humara first-year junior student Aryan beech mein aa gaya. Aryan ne usse zor ka dhakka dekar gira diya aur hum aage bhaag gaye. Phir woh andhere mein pata nahi kahan gayab ho gaya. Subah Abhay ne mujhe saath lekar poora rasta dhundha... lekin wahan koi nishaan nahi tha. Koi chappal nahi, kuch nahi. Jaise zameen khana nikal gayi ho.”
Rahul ne 10 second tak screen par ek lafz nahi bola. Uska chehra ekdam shant tha, lekin dimaag ke andar violent calculations chal rahi thin.
Mar gaya tha.
Yeh baat papers mein close ho chuki thi. Local security officer file band thi. Par ab woh inspector zinda bhikari ban kar, adha pagal dimaag le kar, uski maa ke raste par khada tha. Aur phir itni safai se gayab ho gaya ki Abhay jaisa ladka bhi koi nishaan na dhundh sake.
Isse koi bacha raha hai?
Ya yeh khud chhup raha hai?
Yeh sab sawal Rahul ne Trupti ke saamne nahi khole.
Usne chair par aage jhuk kar camera ke bilkul paas apna chehra kiya. Uska posture aur aawaaz ek second mein badal gayi. Woh darr aur control sab gayab ho gaya, aur uski jagah ek bohot hi pyare, izzat dene wale beta wali aawaaz bahar aayi — wahi aawaaz jo Trupti ghar par suna karti thi.
“Mummy.”
Trupti ki aankhein ekdam se upar uthin. Yeh izzat wala lafz usne kitne mahino se nahi suna tha. Pehle woh Trupti keh ke bulata tha ya rukhe se Mom. Aaj uske muh se poori izzat se Mummy nikla.
“Suno, Mummy,” Rahul ne bohot hi mithi, aaram dene wali aawaaz mein kaha. “Tu abhi poori tarah safe hai. Hostel ka darwaza band hai, Sheetal tere paas so rahi hai. Kal se woh shortcut rasta bilkul band. Tu sirf auto ya group ke saath jaayegi. Jo junior ladka Aryan hai, usse faaltu mein door mat bhaga, lekin uske saath akeli bhi mat rehna. Main yahan se sab dekh raha hoon. Tu bilkul mat dar. Woh Vikram jo bhi hai — ek toota hua bhikari hai. Main tujhe kuch nahi hone dunga.”
Trupti ka gala bhar aaya. Kitne mahino ke gande guilt ke baad aaj finally uska apna soga beta usse ek bete ki tarah sambhal raha tha. Koi gandi demand nahi, koi daant nahi. Pehle maa ki care, baaki sab baad mein.
“Rahul…” Trupti ne kaampte hue kaha, “Main shaam se bohot dari hui thi... Mujhe laga tumne us time accident fake...”
Rahul ne ek halki, pyari smile di — ek innocent aur izzatdaar bete wali. “Ab un purani baaton ko yaad mat karo, Mummy. Tu meri sagi maa hai. Tera kaam darna nahi hai. Mera kaam tujhe sambhalna hai. Batao, aaj shaam ko khana khaya? Neend aayi?”




Trupti ne haan mein sir hilaya, phir naa mein shake kar diya. “Khana khaya tha... lekin neend bilkul nahi aayi. Haath abhi tak us gande inspector ki grip yaad karke kaamp rahe hain.”

“Pehle thoda paani piyo, Mummy. Room ki light on rakho. Main abhi 10 minute tak call par tere saath hoon,” Rahul ne table se paani ka glass utha kar sip liya, aur screen se Trupti ko bhi paani peene ko kaha, jaise woh ghar ke dining table par saamne baitha ho. “Batao, Abhay ne kya bola?”
“Abhay ne naam sunte hi pehchan liya. Thane wala inspector yaad aa gaya. Woh khud bohot dar gaya. Poore raste par dhundha, par kuch nahi mila.”
Rahul ne haan mein sir hilaya. Dimaag mein note banaya — Abhay ko sab yaad hai. Woh purani file khol sakta hai. Bahar usne wahi pyari aawaaz rakhi, “Abhay ne sahi kiya, Mummy. Tu uske paas zyada raha kar, tujhe safe feel hoga.”
Trupti ne shawl ko apne gale se aur tight lapet liya. Uske chehre par poore hafte ke baad pehli baar ek sachhi, pyari smile aayi. “Aaj tum... bilkul ghar wale Rahul jaisey baat kar rahe ho. Bohot pyare aur sweet.”
“Main hamesha tera beta hi rahunga, Mummy,” Rahul ne halki aawaaz mein izzat se kaha. “Aaj San Francisco mein mera college ka kaam bohot achha gaya tha, mood sahi tha. Aur jab tera call aaya, toh pehle mujhe meri pyari Mummy dikhi... baaki sab baad mein.”
Woh 10 minute tak ekdam normal aur izzat se baat karte rahe. College ka fest, library ka kaam, Sheetal ki late-night Maggi, aur San Francisco ki thand. Trupti ne smile ke saath bataya ki hostel ka geyser kharab ho gaya hai, aur Rahul ne bete ki tarah bola ki kal plumber ko bol dena, jaise woh sach mein agle room mein baitha ho. Trupti ke kandhe ekdam relax ho gaye the. Usse laga woh sach mein uski maa hai.
Phir Rahul ne table par ungli tap ki. Aawaaz itni smooth badli ki Trupti ko laga normal baat hi pooch raha hai.
“Waise Mummy... Abhay ke saath teri love life aur sex kaisa chal raha hai?”
Trupti ek second ko ruki, chehra sharm se laal hone laga. “Yeh... yeh kaisa sawaal hai jo ek beta apni maa se pooch raha hai?”
“Tera pyara beta hi pooch raha hai, Mummy,” Rahul ne aawaaz ko bohot hi sweet aur soft rakha. “Abhay tera hone wala pati hai. I know woh busy rehta hai, par kya woh meri Mummy ko bed par poora mazaa deta hai?”
Trupti ne baal kaan ke piche kiye. Chehra neeche kar liya. “Kal shaam se pehle... woh padhai mein busy tha. Par kal shaam ko usne mere liye time nikaala... Hum uske flat par the. Uske ghar wale bahar gaye hue the.”
Rahul ki dark aankhein screen par thodi chhotii huin, par chehre par wahi pyari smile rahi. “Achha? Phir Abhay ne meri pyari Mummy ko achhe se pyaar kiya?”
“Haan...” Trupti ne neeche dekhte hue kaha. “Main bhi... main bhi bohot taras rahi thi. Kitne dino baad hum akele the. Main... maine khud pehle shuruat ki, Rahul. Maine khud uske kapde utaare. Maine pehle—” Trupti beech mein ruk gayi, chehra laal ho gaya.
“Bolo, Mummy,” Rahul ne ekdam dheeme, pyare tarike se fusfusaaya. Aawaaz mein poora beta wala pyaar tha, par andar ek ajeeb sa maza chal raha tha. “Apne pyare bete se sharma kyun rahi ho? Bolo na.”
Trupti ki saans tez hone lagi. Rahul ki iss sweet aawaaz ne Trupti ka darr ekdam khatam kar diya tha. Iss izzat wali mithi aawaaz ne uske andar ki slut ko ekdam khol diya tha.
“Maine Abhay ka... uska hard lund apne muh mein liya...” Trupti ne dheemi, kaampti aawaaz mein batana shuru kiya. “Maine uske tatte aur lund ko bohot der tak chusa. Phir Abhay ne mujhe bed par lita kar meri choot ko jibh se chaata... Bohot der tak. Phir... usne mujhe pakad kar andar daal diya. Main zor-zor se uske kandhe pakad kar ahein bhar rahi thi... uska naam le kar bol rahi thi ki zor se chodo... Main do-teen baar nikal chuki thi... aur last mein Abhay ne mujhe kas ke pakad kar apna garma-garam maal meri choot ke andar chhod diya.”
Rahul ne ek ghoont paani bhi nahi piya. Screen par Trupti ke garama-garam chehre, chamakti hui skin aur laal gaalon ko poore focus se dekhta raha. Uske andar ek zabardast, ganda nasha daud raha tha — apni sundar sagi maa ke muh se kisi 21-saal ke ladke ke saath uski choot ki chudai aur andar maal girne ki poori kahani sunna.
“Abhay toh bohot lucky ladka hai,” Rahul ne halki double-meaning aawaaz mein kaha. Trupti ne sirf maa wala matlab liya. “Aur woh first-year ka junior ladka Aryan? Jo kal shaam ko hero ban kar bachane aaya tha?”
Trupti ke haath shawl par ruk gaye. “Aryan... first year ka seedha ladka hai. Usne kal incident se ek din pehle bataya tha ki mera chehra... meri body uski mari hui sagi didi se milti hai. Uski didi 3 saal pehle accident mein mar gayi thi. Usne maana ki woh mujhe didi bhi samjhta hai... aur thoda ajeeb tarike se pasand bhi karta hai. Maine usse daant kar samjha diya tha. Lekin kal usne meri jaan bachayi, toh Abhay ne usse humare group mein daal diya.”
Rahul ke hothon par wahi halki smile rahi... lekin screen ke piche uske dimaag mein ek teez aag jal gayi.
Didi.
Maa.
Wahi ek jaisa ganda nasha.
“Group mein,” Rahul ne ekdam clear aawaaz mein repeat kiya. “Matlab woh roz meri Mummy ke paas rahega.”
“Haan, Rahul. Roz kaam mein saath rahega.”
Rahul ek second ke liye chup hua. Phir jab uski aawaaz aayi, woh ekdam dheemi, resham jaisi soft thi, par uske piche ekdam saaf command tha.
“Kal se jab Aryan tere paas aaye... tu usse daantna mat, Mummy. Ek pyari, badi didi ban kar rehna. Jab woh tujhe dekhe, toh ek mithi smile dena. Aur jab tum dono saath baithe ho, toh ek-do photo khinch kar mere private chat par bhej dena. Main dekhna chahta hoon ki meri pyari Mummy iss junior ko kaise sambhalti hai.”
Trupti ki aankhein hairani se upar uthin. “Rahul… yeh… yeh tum kya bol rahe ho...?”
“Mummy,” Rahul ne turant wahi ghar wala sweet, pyara tone wapas la diya. “Main tujhe koi tension nahi de raha. Tu shaam se bohot dari hui thi. Main tera dimaag thoda busy rakhna chahta hoon. Main San Francisco mein itni door hoon, mera man karta hai tujhe aur tere aas-paas ke logon ko dekhne ka. Tu meri pyari maa hai, aur mere control mein rehne wali sabse hot aurat bhi. Yeh junior ladka tujhe didi samajh kar taras raha hai... toh tu usse dar mat. Uske saath ek chhota sa game khel. Abhay ko iss photo aur baaton ke baare mein ek lafz pata nahi chalna chahiye. Mujhe poori khabar chahiye.”

Trupti ke pet aur choot ke andar ek garma-garam paani behne laga. Guilt ke saath-saath ek zabardast geelapan bahar aa gaya. Ek hi call ke andar — pyara soga beta jo izzat de raha tha, aur wahi beta jo usse order dekar dusre 19-saal ke ladke ke saath game khelne ko bol raha tha.

“Main… main poori koshish karungi, Rahul…” Trupti ne ekdam kamzor, surrender ki hui aawaaz mein kaha.
Rahul ne apni black t-shirt ko thoda upar uthaya.
“Ab phone ko thoda neeche karo, Mummy,” Rahul ki aawaaz ek second mein pyare beta se badal kar ganda malik ban gayi jo apni Trupti ko chalata hai. “Nighty dikhao. Aaj mera bohot mood hai. Main pehle tujhe ek pyari maa ki tarah sambhal chuka hoon... Ab tujhe dekh kar main apna paani nikalna chahta hoon. Patli nighty ke upar se apne dono bade dudh dikhao. Poora utaarne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”
Trupti ne kaampte haathon se phone ko neeche kiya. Woollen shawl ko kandhon se gira diya. Satin ki patli nighty pehni hui thi. Uske andar Trupti ke bade 36-D dudh aur uske uffarte hue nipples ekdam saaf dikh rahe the.
Rahul ki bhaari saans screen se sunai de rahi thi. Phone neeche nahi hua tha, par Trupti uske chehre se saaf samajh sakti thi ki Rahul camera ke piche apne hard lund ko kitni tez hila raha hai.
Trupti ki choot se gaadha paani nikal kar nighty ko andar se geela kar raha tha.
“Abhay ke saath shaam ko chudai aur andar maal girwane ke baad bhi... tu meri resham jaisi aawaaz sunte hi geeli ho jaati hai, Trupti,” Rahul ne ekdam dheemi, gandi fusfusaahat mein screen se order diya. “Yeh bohot achhi baat hai. Iska matlab tu sirf meri cheez hai. Apni do ungliyan neeche panty ke andar daalo. Dheere-dheere apni geeli danee par ragdo. Chehre par wahi pyari maa wali sharm rakho, par ungliyan mat rokna.”
Trupti ne aankhein band kar lin. Right hand nighty ke andar gaya. Geeli panty ko side kiya. Beech wali do ungliyan direct uski suji hui, fadhakthi hui danee aur geeli choot par ragadne lagin.




Abhay ka kal shaam ka sookha maal andar... Vikram ki woh gandi yaad... Aryan ka didi wala nasha... aur screen par live apna lund hilaata hua uska apna soga beta Rahul.

Trupti ne ungliyon ki speed tez kar di. Exhaust fan ki aawaaz ke piche uski dheemi ahein dabne lagin. Rahul screen par uske laal chehre, kaatte hue hothon, aur hilte hue doodhon ko dekhte hue apni mithi aawaaz mein bolta raha:
“Bohot achhe, Trupti... ekdam achhi, kehna maanne wali maa ki tarah... continuous ragdte raho... tu poori ki poori meri hai... Abhay tujhe bed par chod kar shant kar sakta hai, par tera dimaag aur teri choot hamesha ke liye meri hai.”

Trupti ki poori kamar zor-zor se hilne lagi. Uski choot ke andar ek zabardast jhatka laga aur garma-garam paani bahar nikal gaya — ek bohot hi tez orgasm. Trupti ne jaldi se apna baayan haath muh par rakh kar apni aah ko daba diya. Screen ke dusri taraf Rahul ne ek lambi saans ke saath apna haath roka, aur saans ko aaram dene ke liye thoda side hua.

30 second ke sannate ke baad, Rahul screen par wapas aaya. Uska chehra ekdam saaf, shant aur akad mein tha. Uske hothon par wahi pyari, izzatdaar aawaaz wapas aa gayi:
“Ab thoda paani pee kar bed par so jaao, Mummy. Kal subah pehla kaam — mujhe message karna ‘main theek hoon’. Aur jab bhi moka mile, us junior ladke Aryan ki ek photo bhej dena. Zabardasti mat karna. Good night, my pyari Mummy.”
Screen ekdam black ho gayi. Call kat gaya.
Trupti bathroom ke thande floor par baithi rahi. Satin ki nighty neeche se poori geeli ho chuki thi. Aankhein aansuon se bhari huin thin. Uska dimaag do hisson mein toot chuka tha:
Ek hissa bohot khush tha — Rahul ne phone par izzat se 'Mummy' bola, care kiya, ek achhe bete ki tarah baat ki.
Dusra hissa kadwa sach jaanta tha — usne Inspector Vikram ki khabar de di thi, Aryan ka naam bata diya tha, aur apne bete ke saamne apna jism aur dimaag wapas surrender kar diya tha.

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Dopahar ke 1:20 baj rahe the.
Canteen ke corner wale bade table par poora group jama tha. Fan tez ghum raha tha, aaspaas ki tables par ladkon ka shor tha, aur plateon ki khankhanahat ke beech hawa mein garam samoson aur cold coffee ki mehak thi. Table par Sheetal, Kriti, Abhay, do fest council ke ladke, aur bilkul kone ki chair par Aryan baitha tha.
Abhay ne khud thodi der pehle Aryan ki Maggi wali plate thodi aage karke kaha tha, “Bhai, idhar aake baith, corner mein kya chhup raha hai.”
Aryan chupchap baitha tha. Simple white shirt, dark blue jeans, dono haath table ke neeche ghutnon par jame hue. Uski aankhein mostly plate par ya floor par thi. Kal shaam ke rescue ke baad se Abhay ne usse group ka hissa toh bana diya tha, par Aryan ke andar ka 19 saal ka boyish darr aur Trupti ke liye woh ajeeb si forbidden feeling usse table par pathar ki tarah jamaye hue thi.
Trupti Abhay ke bilkul bagal mein baithi thi. Usne aaj ek light peach color ki sleeveless kurti pehni thi, jiska deep cut gala uske gori gardan aur chest ke upper curve ko halka sa ubhar raha tha. Baal piche ek clutch mein the, par aage se do latten nikal kar uske gaalon par jhool rahi thi.
Uske handbag ke andar phone silent tha, par uske dimaag mein subah ka woh private message ek aag ki tarah sulag raha tha.
Rahul:
Aaj natural rakhna. Ekdam pyari didi wali smile. Ek photo nikaal ke bhej. Koi zabardasti nahi. Main California mein baith kar wait kar raha hoon, Mummy.
Trupti ne table ke neeche apni thighs ko aapas mein tight press kiya. Uske andar subah se ek halki si jalan aur geelapan tha. Bagal mein Abhay baitha tha, jo kal raat ke sex aur subah ke darr ke baad se extra possessive ho raha tha. Abhay ne canteen ke shor ke beech table ke neeche apna haath badhaya aur Trupti ki bare thigh par rakh diya. Uska garam, chauda haath Trupti ki kurti ke side slit se andar jaakar uski nangi, gori jaangh ko halka sa daba raha tha — ek mard ka seedha haq, ek open claim.
Trupti ne Abhay ki taraf dekh kar ek soft, pyaari smile di, aur table ke neeche uska haath halke se pakad liya.
Phir usne apni nazar ghumayi. Seedha table ke kone par baithe Aryan par.
Is baar Trupti ne apni smile ko sirf formal nahi rakha. Usne apni badi, kajal lagi aankhon se Aryan ke chehre ko dekha aur apni smile ko poore do-teen second tak extra rok kar rakha. Hothon par ek aisi mithi, gehri muskaan aayi jisme mamta bhi thi aur ek aurat ka chhipa hua nasha bhi.
Aryan ki nazar jaise hi plate se uthi, woh seedha Trupti ki aankhon mein jaake phas gayi. Ladke ke gale ka ghunt atka. Uske kaan aur gaal pal bhar mein laal ho gaye. Usne ghabra kar turant Maggi ke bowl mein dekh liya, haath mein pakda hua fork kaamp gaya.
Kriti ne cold coffee ka sip lete hue notice kar liya. “Aryan, tu hamesha kisi bhoot ki tarah kyun baithta hai? Kuch bol bhi liya kar, ya sirf committee ke banner uthayega?”
Aryan kuch bol pata, usse pehle hi Trupti bol padi. Uski aawaaz ekdam makhmal jaisi soft aur comforting thi.
“Uss bechare ne kal shaam ko bohot bada kaam kiya hai, Kriti. Ab usse thoda shant rehne do.”
Yeh line Trupti ne bohot halke andaz mein kahi, par isme ek bohot gehra khel tha. Ek badi didi ka protectiveness, thoda sa chhedna, aur poora control.
Aryan ne dhire se sar uthaya, chehra abhi bhi thoda laal tha. “Main… main theek hoon, Trupti.”
Trupti ne table par rakha paani ka glass halka sa uski taraf sarkaaya. “Paani piyo pehle. Itni garmi hai, chehra laal ho raha hai tumhara.”
Abhay zor se has pada, Trupti ke kandhe par haath daalte hue. “Dekho bhai, hamari Vice President ka caring mode on ho gaya. Junior ko paani pila rahi hai.”
Table par sab hasne lage. Aryan ne bhi ek nervous, chhotii si smile di.
Thik usi waqt Trupti ne apna phone uthaya, jaise table par rakhi Maggi aur cold coffee ki casual story snap le rahi ho. Usne camera ka angle itni chaturayi se ghumaya ki screen ke ek side par glass ke piche se Aryan ka sharmata hua, innocent chehra poora clear aa gaya — uske laal kaan aur Trupti ko secretly dekhti hui aankhein.
Trupti ne bina koi caption likhe, table ke neeche se woh photo seedha Rahul ke encrypted chat par send kar di.
Sirf teen minute baad phone vibrate hua.
Rahul:
Bohot khoob, Mummy.
Ab thoda aur paas ja.
Uski aankhon mein dekh ke mithi smile de aur didi bol.
Dekh woh kaise hilta hai. Aur photo bhej.
Trupti ki saans thodi bhaari ho gayi. Table ke neeche Abhay ka haath abhi bhi uski jaangh par tha, halka-halka sehla raha tha. Par Trupti ki choot ke andar ek garam boond tapak gayi thi apne bete ke message ko padh kar.
Usne Aryan ki taraf dekha, aawaaz mein bilkul wahi ras ghol diya jo Rahul ne manga tha. “Aryan, woh Accountancy ke purane notes mil gaye the jo maine library section mein bataye the?”
Aryan ne turant sir hilaya. “Haan… mil gaye the. Bohot achhe notes the. Thank you so much.”
“Arre, thank you kaisa,” Trupti ne ekdam dheeme se, aisi aawaaz mein kaha jo sirf Aryan ke kaan tak gehraai se utare, “Badi didi log yahi toh karti hain apne juniors ke liye.”
Didi.
Yeh lafz jaise hi Trupti ke hothon se nikla, Aryan ki poori body ek second ke liye jam gayi. Uski aankhein phat si gayin. Kal shaam ka confession — woh mari hui biological didi, woh dirty attraction, woh photo — sab kuch Aryan ke dimaag mein ek jhatke se blast hua. Us ladke ka saans lena mushkil ho gaya, aur uski shirt ke neeche chest tezi se chalne lagi.
Trupti ne ek mastana si muskurahat di. Ek aur selfie li — screen par uska apna glowing, seductive chehra aur piche background mein Aryan ka hila hua, confused chehra. Send.
Reply foran aaya:
Rahul:
Uske lund mein aag lag gayi hai tera didi bolte hi.
Screen se uski halat dikh rahi hai mujhe.
Shaam ko jab akela mile, baal piche karna. Apni gori collarbone dikhana usse.
Abhi chupchap lunch khatam kar.
Raat ko call par hisaab lunga.
Trupti ne phone ulta karke table par rakh diya. Uske hoth sookh rahe the. Bagal mein baithe Abhay ne Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se kaha, “Aaj raat mere flat par aayegi na? Kal raat ke baad se man hi nahi bhar raha mera.”
Trupti ne uske haath par thapki di. “Dekhti hoon, Abhay. Thoda sir dard hai aaj.”




Shaam ke 5:40 baj rahe the.

Library ke main stone steps par thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Campus ke students groups mein nikal rahe the.
Aryan wahi khada tha, theek waise hi jaise usne kal raat promise kiya tha. Backpack ek shoulder par latka hua, nazar zameen par. Jaise hi usne Trupti ko steps utarte dekha, woh aage badha.
Trupti ne deliberately apna clutch khola aur apne ghane, reshmi baalon ko ek jhatke se haath se samet kar kandhe ke piche phenk diya. Uska yeh gesture itna gehra tha ki uski chikankari kurti ka broad neck aage se thoda aur khul gaya — uski gori, makhmali collarbone aur cleavage ki halki si lakeer shaam ki dhalpti dhoop mein chamak uthi.
Aryan ki nazar phisal kar seedha uski nangi gardan aur collarbone par jaake thithak gayi. Ladke ne thook nigla, aur uska haath bag ke strap par itna tight ho gaya ki knuckles safed pad gaye.
“Aaj tum late nahi hui,” Aryan ne ladkhadate hue kaha.
“Haan, committee ka kaam jaldi nipat gaya,” Trupti ne uske bilkul kareeb aake kaha. Itne kareeb ki Trupti ke jism se aane wali mehengi perfume aur uski garam saans Aryan ke chehre ko chhoone lagi. “Aur tum group mein itne chup kyun rehte ho? Abhay ne itne pyaar se bithaya tha. Agar aise sharmaoge toh baaki ladkiyan sochengi main apne junior ko dara ke rakhti hoon.”
Aryan ne ek nervous laugh di, par uski aankhein Trupti ke hothon aur uski gardan ke beech ghum rahi thi. “Main… aapke saamne thoda nervous ho jaata hoon.”
“Apni didi ke saamne bhi itna nervous hote the?” Trupti ne aawaaz ko bilkul rasili aur dheemi kar diya.
Aryan ka gale ka laung hila. Uski saans tezz ho gayi. “Trupti… aap please… woh word baar-baar mat bolo.”
“Kyun? Kal toh tum keh rahe the ki main bilkul tumhari didi jaisi lagti hoon,” Trupti ne ek kadam aur aage badhaya. Game ab Trupti ke khoon mein daud raha tha. Rahul ka order tha, par maza ab Trupti ko khud aa raha tha. Ek 19 saal ke ladke ko apne didi wale roop se pighalte dekhna uske andar ki aurat ko bohot gandi garmi de raha tha. “Sach kahun Aryan, kal shaam ko jo tumne mere liye kiya… uske baad se mere dil mein tumhare liye ek alag hi jagah ban gayi hai.”
Aryan ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Uski aankhon mein sharm thi, ek beinteha dabi hui bhook thi, aur Trupti ke jism ko dekh kar paagalpan tha. “Main roz aapke saath chal sakta hoon. Yahan se gate tak. Bina kuch bole.”
Trupti ne muskuraate hue phone nikaala. “Ek photo toh banti hai. Abhay ko dikhana hai na ki mera naya bodyguard kitna serious hai.”
Usne front camera on kiya aur Aryan ke bilkul paas khadi ho gayi. Trupti ka naram kandha Aryan ke broad chest se halka sa touch hua. Screen par dono ka chehra aaya — Trupti ki kaatilaana, mature smile aur Aryan ka tight, laal hota chehra jiske maathe par thoda pasina aa gaya tha. Click.
Trupti ne instantly woh photo Rahul ko forward kar di.



Screen par reply aane mein das second bhi nahi lage:

Rahul:
Agli baar distance aur kam hona chahiye.
Raat ko 12 baje bathroom mein aana.
Bina bra ke, sirf patli nighty.
Aaj tune bohot ganda aur solid khela hai, Mummy.
Trupti ne phone band karke purse mein daala. “Chalo, gate tak chhod do mujhe.”
Dono mud kar chalne lage. Kache raste ke bajaye main road par the. Chalte waqt Trupti ne jaan-boojh kar apni chaal thodi aisi rakhi ki uska makhmali kandha Aryan ke kandhe se do baar ragad khaye. Dono baar Aryan thoda peeche hata, jaise kisi current ne jhatka diya ho.
Lekin teesri baar jab Trupti ka naram jism uske baazu se takraya, toh Trupti peeche nahi hati. Poore teen second tak uska naram, garam badan Aryan ke haath se ragadte hue chalta raha. Trupti ko saaf feel hua ki Aryan ki jeans ke andar uska lund pathar ki tarah akad chuka tha aur woh chalne mein awkward ho raha tha.
Trupti ki choot ke andar achanak ek tezz garmi phail gayi. Uski panty andar se bilkul chipchipi ho chuki thi.
Gate par aake Aryan ruka, uski saansein ukhdi hui thi. “Good night, Trupti.”
Usne jaan-boojh kar 'Trupti' kaha, 'didi' nahi bola. Uski aawaaz mein ek mard ki dabi hui bhookh saaf jhalak rahi thi.
Trupti ne apni lat ko piche karte hue ek kaatilaana smile di. “Good night, Aryan. Kal milte hain.”
Raat ke 12:35 baj rahe the.
Hostel ke bathroom ka darwaza andar se double lock tha. Exhaust fan ki halki aawaaz chal rahi thi. Trupti thande tiled floor par baithi thi, peeth deewar se tiki hui.
Usne video call connect kiya.
Screen par Rahul dikha. Uski t-shirt utri hui thi, broad muscular chest nanga tha. Uske baal thode bikhre the, aur uski dark aankhon mein ek aisi shaitani, thandi aag thi jo Trupti ki rooh ko kaanpa deti thi.
“Photos mil gayi,” Rahul ne ekdam dheemi, bhari aawaaz mein kaha. “Didi lafz bhi sun liya maine. Collarbone bhi dekh li us bechare ne. Aur aate waqt jo tune usse apna shareer ragada… tune socha tha main screen se nahi pakad paunga?”
Trupti ne shawl thoda tight kiya. Uska chehra sharm aur excitement se laal tha. “Rahul… yeh sab bohot ajeeb ho raha hai. Woh 19 saal ka masoom ladka hai…”
“Masoom?” Rahul ne halke se has diya, ek gandi mardana hasi. “Uska lund dekha tha tune panty ke upar se? Kaise akad ke jeans phad raha tha? Woh tujhe chodna chahta hai, Mummy. Apni mari hui sagi didi ka chehra dekh kar teri choot maarna chahta hai woh.”
Yeh itne gande aur nange shabd sunte hi Trupti ke pet ke neeche ek zor ka jhatka laga.
“Aur Abhay?” Rahul ne aage jhuk kar screen par dekha. “Abhay toh raat ko tujhe apne bistar par bula raha tha na? Tu kyun nahi gayi uske paas?”
“Maine… maine sir dard ka bahana bana diya,” Trupti ne nazrein jhuka kar kaha.
“Jhoot bolti hai apne bete se?” Rahul ki aawaaz thodi aur dheemi, par behad authoritative ho gayi. “Tu Abhay ke paas isliye nahi gayi kyunki library steps par us 19 saal ke launde ko garam karke teri choot pehle hi paani chhod chuki thi. Tu ghar aayi thi apne phone par mere agle order ka intezaar karne. Sach bol, Mummy.”
Trupti ki saans atak gayi. Usne kaanpte hue aankhein uthayi. “Haan, Rahul… main… main geeli thi.”
“Shawl phenk neeche,” Rahul ne command diya.
Trupti ne bina ek pal gawaye apna shawl floor par gira diya. Usne ek bohot hi patli, black satin ki slip nighty pehni hui thi, jisme usne andar bra nahi daali thi. Uske bhare-bhare 36-D boobs ke gore aakaar aur unke bilkul center mein taney hue kadak nipples us patle kapde ke aar-paar saaf nazar aa rahe the.
Rahul ki saans phone ke speaker se garm hokar aane lagi. Usne apna ek haath camera ke neeche kar liya tha, aur uski shoulders ki movement se saaf pata chal raha tha ki woh apna lund mutthi mein jakad chuka hai.
“Nighty ki dono straps neeche gira,” Rahul ne order diya.
Trupti ne kaanpte haathon se dono straps neeche kiye. Nighty uske pet tak sarak gayi. Uske dono bade, gore, rasile doodh poori tarah nange hokar bathroom ki roshni mein chamakne lage.
“Aah… meri hot mummy,” Rahul ne ek gandi aah bhari. “Ab panty side kar. Do ungliyan andar daal. Poori andar tak.”
Trupti ne bina ruke apni panty ko side kiya. Jaise hi uski ungliyan uski choot par lagin, ek geeli, lapedawaar aawaaz aayi — slurp. Choot pehle se hi behad garam aur paani se bhari hui thi.
“Ungliyan chala,” Rahul ne aage jhukte hue kaha, uski aawaaz ab ekdam rasili aur gandi ho chuki thi. “Soch us Aryan ke baare mein. Soch uske laal kaan. Soch jab tune usse 'didi' bola tha toh uske lund mein kaisa jhatka laga hoga. Ek 19 saal ka jawan ladka, jo apni sagi didi ke jism ko sapno mein sochta tha, ab woh teri iss geeli choot ko faadna chahta hai. Aur soch mera lund… jo America se baith kar apni sagi maa ki aisi halat karwa raha hai.”
“Aaahhh… Rahul… please… mat bol itna…” Trupti ke muh se ek dabi hui, behosh kar dene wali cheekh nikli.
Usne apni do ungliyan poori gehraai tak andar ghusa diin aur thumb ko apni suji hui clit par tezi se ghisne lagi. Uski kamar bathroom ke floor par aage-piche jhatke lene lagi. Dimaag mein ek violent toofan chal raha tha — ek taraf Abhay ka haq, doosri taraf Aryan ka woh paap bhara nasha, aur teesri taraf screen par baitha uska apna sagi aulaad, jo uski aatma aur choot dono par raaj kar raha tha.
“Tez chala ungli, Mummy!” Rahul ne daant bhenchte hue kaha, uska haath bhi camera ke piche tezi se lund par ghum raha tha. “Kal group photo mein tera haath uske haath ke paas hona chahiye. Main tujhe aisi aag mein jalaunga ki tu khud us ladke se apna jism chhuwayegi. Bol, kiski r*nd hai tu?”
“Sirf… sirf teri… aahhh! Rahul, main sirf teri hoon!”



Trupti ka shareer achanak akarr gaya. Uski choot ke andar ke muscles ne uski ungliyon ko buri tarah jakad liya, aur ek behad garam, gaadha paani pichkari ki tarah uske haath aur jaanghon par phail gaya. Uska poora wajood agle pandrah second tak kaanpta raha, hothon se be-aawaaz moans nikalti rahi.
Screen ke uss paar Rahul ne bhi ek gehra, thanda jhatka liya. Uski jawline tight hui, gale ki nass phooli, aur usne apna garam maal tissue par gira kar screen se thoda piche kiya.
Dono ki saansein dheere-dheere normal hone lagin.
Rahul ne camera ke samne aake apne bikhre baal theek kiye. Uska chehra wapas wahi shaant, control wala ban gaya.
“Bohot achha khela aaj tune, Mummy,” usne ek halki smile ke saath kaha. “Ab uth, saaf kar khud ko aur bed par jaa ke so ja. Kal shaam ko Aryan ke saath ek aur update chahiye mujhe. Samjh gayi?”
“Haan… Rahul,” Trupti ne be-dum aawaaz mein kaha.
Screen black ho gayi. Call cut gaya.
Trupti bathroom ke floor par waise hi baithi rahi. Uski nangi chhaatiyan abhi bhi tezi se upar-neeche ho rahi thi, aur uski jaanghon ke beech uska apna garam paani beh raha tha. Usne khud ko saaf kiya, nighty theek ki, aur room mein aakar bed par let gayi.
Phone screen par teen messages the:
Abhay:
Sir dard kaisa hai jaan? Dawa leke so jaana. Love you.
Aryan:
Kal shaam ko bhi 5:40 par main wahi rahunga… agar aapko koi problem na ho toh.
Rahul:
Last seen just now.
Trupti ne Abhay ko likha: Haan ab theek hoon, good night.
Aryan ko likha: Theek hai, kal milte hain.
Aur Rahul ke chat ko bas khol kar dekhti rahi.
Game ab poori tarah shuru ho chuka tha.
Ek taraf ek imaandaar mangetar tha jo uske aage jhukta tha.
Doosri taraf ek 19 saal ka masoom junior tha jo usme apni didi dhoondh ke tadap raha tha.
Aur in sab ke upar uska apna beta tha, jo door baith kar un sabki doriyan kheench raha tha.
Trupti ne aankhein band kiin, aur uske hothon par ek halki, gandi muskaan aa gayi... kyunki usse samajh aa gaya tha ki ab yeh aag bujhne wali nahi thi.

Shaam ke 6:05 baj rahe the.

Fest planning meeting ke baad poora group sports ground ke kinare wali purani wooden benches par baitha tha. Hawa mein gili mitti aur shaam ki thandi nami mix thi.
Trupti bench ke theek beech mein baithi thi. Usne aaj ek fitted, sleeveless maroon kurti pehni hui thi, jiska gehra U-cut neckline uske gore, bhare hue 36-D boobs ke cleavage ko saaf ubhaar raha tha. Niche skin-tight white leggings thin jo uski chaudi, rounded hips aur bhari thighs ko poori tarah chipak kar shape de rahi thin. Uski gori kamar par kurti ke side-cut se thodi si makhmali skin jhaank rahi thi. Baal khule the, jo shaam ki hawa mein uske nange, chikne kandhon par bikhre hue the. Uske poore badan se ek mehengi vanila perfume aur aurat ke garm jism ki aisi madhosh mehak nikal rahi thi jo aaspaas ke mardon ka dimaag hila de.
Abhay uske bilkul sata kar baitha tha. Uske ghutnon par laptop bag tha aur woh placement cell ki printouts check kar raha tha. Uska ek bhari, garm haath Trupti ki peeth par chadh kar uske kurti ke kapde ke upar se uski kamar ko sehla raha tha — ek mard ka seedha haq, ek be-dhak claim.
Aur usi bench ke aakhiri kone par, theek teen feet ki doori par, Aryan baitha tha.
Aryan ne ek light blue button-down shirt pehni thi jiski sleeves elbows tak rolled-up thin. Uski dark aankhein baar-baar zameen se uthkar Trupti ke nange gore baazuon, uske hothon, aur uski chhaati ke gehre cut par jaa kar atak rahi thin. Aryan ke dimaag mein aag lagi hui thi. Kal raat ka woh 'didi' wala lafz, Trupti ka uske kareeb aana, aur uski mari hui behen ki yaad ke upar chhadhta hua yeh nanga mardana nasha — 19 saal ke ladke ka jism phuk raha tha. Uski jeans ke andar uska lund baar-baar tan kar tanaav mein aa raha tha, jisse woh table ke neeche haath rakh kar chhipane ki bekar koshish kar raha tha.
Trupti ke liye asli shararat yahi thi.
Uska fiancée uski kamar par haath phere hue tha, aur theek usi waqt ek 19 saal ka jawan ladka uske jism ko aankhon se nanga kar raha tha.
Trupti ne table par rakhi paani ki chilled bottle uthayi. Plastic par thanda paani pighal raha tha. Usne bottle ko aage badhaya aur seedha Aryan ki taraf slide kiya.
“Yeh lo, pee lo. Do ghante se sookhe baithe ho jaise kisi ne saza di ho.”
Aryan ne chaunk kar sar uthaya. Usne bottle lene ke liye haath aage kiya. Trupti ne jaan-boojh kar haath jaldi nahi hataya.
Pura ek lamba second.
Trupti ki gori, makhmali ungliyan Aryan ki garam, kaanpti hui ungliyon se ragadti rahiin.
Aryan ke gale ka ghunt atka. Uske jism mein ek bijli ka jhatka laga. Uski jeans ke andar uska kadak lund poori taakat se pant ke kapde ko cheerne laga. Trupti ke naram touch ne uske tatte tak sikod diye the. Uske kaan aur gaal laal ho gaye, aur usne jhatke se bottle kheench li.
Abhay ne printouts se nazar uthayi aur Aryan ki sharm dekh kar has pada. Usne Trupti ki nangi kamar par ungliyan phiraate hue kaha, “Hamari VP sabko personally hydrate karne mein lagi hai.”
Sheetal aur Kriti hasne lage. Trupti ne ek masoom biwi ki tarah Abhay ke kandhe par apna sar tika diya — ek safe, gharelu aura banate hue. Aur theek usi pal, Abhay ke kandhe par gaal ragadte hue, usne apni nazar uthayi aur seedha Aryan ki aankhon mein daal di.
Woh nazar do-teen second lambi thi.
Hothon par ek teekhi, kaatilaana smile aayi. Ek aisi muskurahat jo saaf keh rahi thi: Maine dekha ki tu meri ungliyon ke touch se kaise fadhka.
Aryan ke haath se Maggi ka fork zameen par gir gaya. Uski saans phool gayi thi.
Trupti ke pet ke bilkul nichle hisse mein ek aag jaisi garam lehar daud gayi. Uski satin panty ke center mein ek halki, gaadhi nami phailne lagi. Ek taraf Abhay ka naram, gharelu sparsh tha… aur doosri taraf ek masoom junior ko sabke samne aag mein jhonk dene ka yeh nanga maza.
Meeting khatam hui aur sab uthne lage. Tabhi Abhay ka phone baj utha — placement mentor ka call tha. “Haan sir, main abhi slides bhejta hoon…” kehte hue woh corridor ki taraf badh gaya.
Do minute ka khula mauka mil gaya.
Trupti ne bench se fest ke heavy flex banners sametna shuru kiya. Aryan bina kuch bole chupchap aage aaya aur doosre kone se roll pakadne laga. Unke beech ka faasla achanak sirf ek foot reh gaya.
Trupti ke jhukte hi uski kurti ka gehra gala aur aage latak gaya. Aryan ki nazar bilkul seedhi uske dono 36-D doodhon ke beech ki gori ghati mein utar gayi. Uske nipples ke halki silwatein kapde ke neeche se ubhar rahi thin. Aryan ka saans lena mushkil ho gaya, uske lund mein aisi tees uthi ki uske haath banner par kaanpne lage.
“Kal bhi… 5:40 par?” Aryan ne itni dheemi, raspy aawaaz mein poocha jaise koi jurm kar raha ho.
Trupti ne tape roll kaat-te hue uske laal chehre ko dekha. Usne jaan-boojh kar apni chhaati ko thoda aur aage jhuka diya, uski cleavage ko uski aankhon ke bilkul samne rakhte hue.
“Agar group late hua toh,” Trupti ne aawaaz ko bilkul rasili aur dheemi kar diya. “Aur akele mein yeh gande khayal mat laana ki main tujhse milne ke liye time nikaal rahi hoon.”
Yeh lafz mana karne wale the, par uski aawaaz aur uski jhuki hui chhaati seedha ek khula aamantran de rahi thi.
Aryan ne thook nigla. Banner roll karte waqt uska haath Trupti ke gaur-varn haath par chadha. Is baar Aryan ne haath nahi hataya. Poore chaar second tak uski garam, jawan ungliyan Trupti ki naram chamdi ko dabaati rahiin. Dono ki saansein bhaari ho chuki thin.
Aryan ka poora badan Trupti ki khushbu aur uske jism ki aag se dehak raha tha. Uss pal uske dimaag se saari sharm aur darr mit chuka tha — uske dimaag mein bas ek hi baat ghum rahi thi ki kaash woh iss aurat ko yahin bench ke piche gira kar uski kurti phaad de.
Abhay wapas aaya toh Aryan ne jhatke se haath peeche kiya. Abhay ne Aryan ko canteen mein boxes rakhne ko kaha aur Trupti ko bike par le gaya.
Raat ke 10:15 baj rahe the.
Hostel room 304 mein Sheetal kaanon mein earphone lagaye assignment typing mein dhyan lagaye hue thi. Trupti apne bed par leti hui thi. Usne ek soft peach color ki patli satin slip nighty pehni hui thi, jisme thin straps the aur andar koi bra nahi thi. Uske bhare-bhare gore doodh patle kapde ke neeche aazaad the, aur uski gori jaanghon par nighty ka kapda phisla hua tha.
Uske dono pairon ke beech uski choot mein shaam se hi ek bechaini aur jalan thi. Uski panty pehle se hi thodi chipchipi ho chuki thi.
Aryan ka message theek 10:17 par screen par chamka:
Aryan:
Aaj ground par aapke baat karne ka andaz bilkul alag tha.
Jaise aap andar hi andar jaan rahi ho ki mere dimaag mein kya gande khayal chal rahe hain.
Aur uske baad bhi... aap wahan se hatti nahi ho.
Trupti ne screen ko dekha. Uske hothon par ek shaitani muskaan aayi. Usne do minute wait kiya.
Trupti:
Achha? Aur tu kya gande khayal la raha hota hai group mein baith kar?
Reply aane mein teen minute lage. Aryan ke haath type karte waqt kaanp rahe the:
Aryan:
Woh sab yahan likha toh main khud ki nazron mein gir jaunga.
Aap engaged ho. Abhay bhaiya aapke fiancée hain.
Trupti ne bed par apni karwat badli. Nighty thodi aur sarak gayi, uski chikni jaangh poori nangi ho gayi.
Trupti:
Toh mat likh.
Ya phir likh ke dikha ki kitni himmat hai tere andar.
Tu khud decide kar, Aryan.
Yeh line bhejte hi Trupti ke pet ke neeche ek zor ka jhatka laga. Ek 19 saal ke ladke ko uksaane ka yeh nasha uske rooh mein utar raha tha.
Aryan ka reply foran aaya, is baar bina kisi jhijhak ke:
Aryan:
Main aapko roz group mein baith kar nanga sochta hoon.
Abhay bhaiya jab aapki peeth aur baal sehlaate hain, tab mera lund jeans ke andar phatne ko hota hai.
Main sochta hoon ki kaash unke haath ki jagah mera haath ho.
Kal aapne paani ki bottle slide ki thi... us waqt aapki ungliyan mere haath par aag laga rahi thin.
Aur aaj ground par jab aap flex roll kar rahi thin, aapki chhaatiyan mere bilkul samne jhul rahi thin.
Aap jaan-boojh kar tease kar rahi ho mujhe, Trupti.
Bolo, main galat keh raha hoon kya?
Trupti ke hoth sookh gaye. Uski choot ke andar se ek garam, gaadha paani leak hokar uski panty ke fabric ko geela kar gaya. Us ladke ne itne nange lafz uske samne rakh diye the. Uske andar ki aurat kaanp uthi.
Trupti:
'Tease' word bohot bada hai, Aryan.
Main bas notice karti hoon ki tu mere samne aate hi kaise fadhakne lagta hai.
Kya tujhe bura lagta hai mera yeh sab karna?
Aryan ka message do second mein aaya:
Aryan:
Bura nahi lagta.
Maza aata hai. Par ek aisi aag lagti hai jo bardaasht nahi hoti.
Main raat ko bed par let kar yeh sochta hoon ki aap iss waqt hostel room mein kya pehan kar leti hongi.
Aapki nighty kaisi hogi... aapka badan kaisa dikhta hoga.
Trupti ne bina ek pal gawaye bathroom ki light on ki aur chupke se andar chali gayi. Darwaza andar se band kiya. Mirror ke samne khadi ho gayi.
Uski peach satin nighty uske jism par chikni phisal rahi thi. Usne nighty ki dono thin straps ko kandhon se halka sa neeche sarka diya. Uski gori, makhmali collarbone, cleavage ki poori gehraai, aur uske gore 36-D doodhon ka aadha hissa aur nipples ki aadhi chhaon mirror mein saaf chamakne lagi. Baal bikhre hue the, aankhon mein halka nasha aur hoth laal the.

Usne phone uthaya aur mirror ke samne khadi hokar ek behad nasha chadhane wali photo kheench li.



Photo mein woh ek aisi maaldar, mature aurat lag rahi thi jiska jism kisi bhi jawan ladke ko paagal kar de. Poora nanga nahi tha, par kapda itna kam aur aisi jagah par tha ki dekhne wale ka lund pathar ban jaye.

Trupti ne photo ko do second dekha, uski choot mein ek teekhi lehar daud gayi.
Usne seedha Aryan ke chat par send kar di.
Neeche sirf itna likha:
Trupti:
Raat ko aisi rehti hoon.
Ab apna phone rakh aur so ja.
Kal group mein freeze mat hona.
Message send hote hi blue tick ho gaya. Aryan online tha.
Agle ek minute tak screen par Typing... aata raha, phir gayab hua, phir aaya. Aryan ki halat kharab ho chuki thi. Us ladke ne hostel ke bed par apni blanket ke andar yeh photo dekhi thi. Uski aankhein phat gayi thin. Trupti ke gore, adhe nange doodh aur uski gehari cleavage dekh kar uska 19 saal ka lund aisi shiddat se khada hua tha ki uske tatte dard karne lage the. Uska haath akele mein apni jeans ke andar chala gaya tha aur woh mutthi mein lund ko jakad kar Trupti ki photo ko ghoor raha tha.
Aryan:
Aapne… aapne yeh photo bhej di.
Trupti… main mar jaunga.
Aapke yeh doodh… aapka yeh chehra… mera lund phat raha hai iss waqt.
Aapko andaza bhi hai aapne mere saath kya kar diya hai?
Trupti ne bathroom ke mirror mein apna chehra dekha. Uske gaal aag jaise garam the. Uski choot poori tarah paani chhod chuki thi. Ek 19 saal ka ladka uski photo dekh kar apna lund mutthi mein pakad kar tadap raha tha, yeh khayal hi uske dimaag ko sunn kar gaya.
Trupti:
Haan.
Poora andaza hai.
Ab apna haath roko, phone side mein rakho aur chupchap so jao.
Kal milenge.
Aryan:
Main yeh photo apni poori zindagi mein kabhi delete nahi karunga.
Main roz raat ko aapko dekh kar hi sounga.
Sorry… par main khud ko rok nahi pa raha.
Trupti:
Sorry mat bol.
Bas… yeh photo kisi teesre ko mat dikhana.
Samjha na?
Trupti ne phone band kiya. Uske haath thande pad rahe the aur jism jal raha tha.
Usne bathroom mein hi apni nighty ko kamar tak upar khincha. Panty ko ek taraf kiya aur apni do ungliyan apni geeli, garam choot ke andar poori gehraai tak dhasa diin.
Slurp… aahh…
Uske muh se ek dabi hui cheekh nikalne ko hui par usne dusre haath se apna muh daba liya. Aryan ke woh gande shabd uske kaanon mein goonj rahe the — 'Mera lund phat raha hai... aapke doodh...'
Trupti ne apni middle finger ko tezi se andar-bahar kiya aur thumb se apni ubhri hui clit ko masalna shuru kiya. Dimaag mein ek taraf Abhay ka seedha pyaar tha, aur doosri taraf ek masoom junior ka uski photo dekh kar lund hilana. Iss nange, paap-bhare khayal ne uski choot ki deewaron ko sikod diya. Ek behad tezz, jhatke dene wala orgasm uske jism par toota. Garam, gaadha paani uski ungliyon par beh nikla aur uska badan bathroom ke thande floor par kaanp kar reh gaya.
Usne khud ko saaf kiya, nighty theek ki aur room mein aakar bed par let gayi.
Thik 10:41 par Abhay ka message screen par aaya:
Abhay:
Meeting abhi khatam hui hai jaan. Main room ja raha hoon.
Aaram se so jaana. Love you so much.
Trupti ne bina ek second ke jhijhak ke turant type kiya:
Trupti:
Love you too Abhay. Bas so hi rahi thi.
Phone screen band karke usne andhere mein aankhein khol kar ceiling ko dekha.
Uske phone ke andar ek 19 saal ke ladke ki gallery mein uski chhaatiyon ki aadhi nangi photo thi.
Uski choot abhi-abhi usi ladke ke dirty texts par paani chhod kar shaant hui thi.
Aur uska hone wala pati use 'love you' bhej kar bekhabar so raha tha.
Yeh ab sirf tease nahi tha.
Yeh aag ab dono taraf se khul kar lag chuki thi.

Shuruat mein uske andar ek pal ke liye gehri hichkichahat aayi thi — yeh sochte hi uska dil dharak utha tha ki woh ek shareef, engaged aurat hokar kisi 19 saal ke ladke ko aisi photo bhej rahi hai. Lekin Abhay ki lagataar badhti be-rukhi aur career ke chakkar mein uska neglect, aur doosri taraf hazaron meel door baithe Rahul ki woh zehreeli, meethi manipulation ne uski thandi padti zindagi mein achanak wahi purana, paagal kar dene wala thrill wapas dauda diya tha. Yeh wahi exact khatarnaak tanaav tha jo kabhi Vikki ke blackmail ke dauran ya Rahul ke gande orders ke aage jhukte waqt uski ragon mein aag lagata tha. Ek ajeeb si laalach ne uske dimaag par kabza kar liya tha, aur uske andar dafan woh besharm, bhookhi aurat — uski hidden slut — dheere-dheere apni poori shiddat ke saath jaag rahi thi.

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Teen hafte nikal chuke the us aakhiri baar se jab kisi mard ke haath ne uske nange jism ko chhua tha.
Abhay ke din aur raatein placement prep, companies ke aptitude tests, aur faculty mentor ke continuous reviews mein dhal chuki thin. Sham ki coffee meeting ab mushkil se pandrah minute ki formality ban gayi thi; late-night phone calls do minute ke dry updates mein badal chuke the — “Sorry jaan, project review hai subah, bilkul time nahi mil raha.” Sunday ko agar do ghante ke liye woh milte bhi, toh Abhay ke haath mein uska mobile hota, placement portal refresh hota rehta. Ek quick kiss, thodi der haath pakadna, aur phir woh wapas apni slides mein doob jaata. Physical connection poori tarah khatam tha. Sex ka koi naam-o-nishan nahi tha.
Aur udhar San Francisco mein, Rahul Sanjeev ki shell company transactions ke legal loops, Jessica se naye logs nikaalne, aur Stanford mein Liam Brooks ke sath hone wale intellectual war mein poori tarah uljha hua tha. Pichle do hafton se na koi naya cryptic command aaya tha, na koi aisi private demand aayi thi jo uske jism ki pyas ko bhadkaye.
Trupti poori tarah se akeli pad gayi thi.
Woh akelapan koi emotional rona-dhona nahi tha — woh ek aisi jaanleva, ziddi sharirik bhook thi jo uske pait ke nichle hisse mein aag ki tarah sulagti rehti thi. Jab ek aurat ko uski aadat se zyada tanaav, dirty thrill, aur rough possession ki lat lag jaati hai, toh achanak aane wala sannata use andar se cheerne lagta hai. Din mein campus par woh shaant, dignified Student Council VP thi, lekin akele kamre mein uski ragon mein wahi nasha daudta tha jo Rahul ke manipulation aur Vikki ki dirty stalking ne sikhaya tha. Uske andar ki chhipii hui, besharm slut Abhay ke is neglect se aur zyada bhadak uthi thi.
Aaj subah usne wardrobe ke samne khade hokar behad soch-samajh kar kapde chune the.
Ek jet-black sleeveless rib-knit top. Kapda behad soft aur jism se poori tarah chipakne wala tha, jiska neckline gehra U-cut tha. Niche usne bilkul thin, seamless bra pehni thi jo uske 36-D boobs ko aage ki taraf push kar rahi thi. Jab woh aage jhukti, toh uske dono gaur-varn, bhare hue stano ke beech ki garm, gehari lakeer bina kisi parde ke saaf ubhar aati — do naram, gori pahaadiyan jo kisi bhi mard ki saans rok dene ke liye kaafi thin. Niche tight-fitted dark blue jeans thi jo uske chaude hips aur thighs ke har curve ko tight hold kiye hue thi. Baal kandhon par bikhre the, aur hothon par halka sa wet gloss laga tha.
Mirror ke samne khadi hokar usne apne reflection ko dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek aisi shaitani chamak thi jo kisi shareef ladki ki nahi ho sakti thi. Aaj woh college ki VP ya kisi ki shareef mangetar ban kar nahi nikal rahi thi. Aaj woh us aurat ko le kar nikal rahi thi jisne kuch raatein pehle 19 saal ke junior ko apni nangi collarbone wali nighty photo bhej kar uska chain chheen liya tha.
Library ka third floor. Purane Reference Archives ka kone wala section.
Shaam ke 4:50 baj rahe the. Yahan wooden shelves itni lambi aur ghani thin ki aaspaas ka poora area ek secluded tunnel jaisa ban jaata tha. Ceiling par lage purane CCTV camera ka angle shelves ke is aakhiri corner ko cover nahi karta tha. Khidki se aane wali shaam ki amber dhoop purani kitabon ki racks par dheere-dheere dhal rahi thi.
Aryan theek 5:05 par aaya.
Usne haath mein registers pakde hue the, backpack ek shoulder par tha. Uski chaal mein wahi familiar, nervous jhijhak thi. Lekin jaise hi usne table ke kone par baithi Trupti ko dekha, uske kadam jaise zameen par chipak gaye. Uski dark aankhein Trupti ke nange, chikne kandhon se phisalti hui seedha uske black top ke gehre U-neck par jaa kar jam gayin.
Pehle do second. Phir chaar second.
Aryan ne thook nigal kar nazrein hatane ki koshish ki, lekin uski mardana nazar magnet ki tarah wapas usi gehre ghaat par jaa kar chipak gayi. Uske chehre par achanak laali chha gayi.
“Accountancy ka… woh jo last doubt bacha tha,” Aryan ne apni ladkhadaati aawaaz ko zabardasti normal karte hue kaha, “financial ratios wala.”
Trupti ne copy kholi aur bagal wali chair ki taraf ishara kiya. Uski aawaaz mein ek meetha, ajeeb sa tanaav tha. “Yahan baitho. Dikhao kahan atak rahe ho.”
Aryan uske theek bagal mein baith gaya. Dono chairs itni kareeb thin ki Aryan ka kandha Trupti ke nange, chikne baazu se mushkil se do inch door tha. Hawa mein purani kitabon ki sookhi smell ke beech Trupti ke jism ki garm vanila khushbu aur uski saans Aryan ke chehre par thapede maar rahi thi.
Trupti ne register aage kiya aur pen se ek balance sheet par point kiya. “Current assets aur quick liabilities ka formula dekho pehle…”
Lekin bolte waqt Trupti ka shareer achanak aage jhuk gaya.
Uska sleeveless top uske bade boobs ke bhaari weight se aage ki taraf thoda aur khul gaya. Uski thin bra ka lace-edge aur uske gore stano ka adha hissa Aryan ki aankhon ke bilkul theek samne, sirf kuch inch ki doori par jhulne laga. Do naram gori deewaron ke beech ki garm ghaati fluorescent light mein chamak rahi thi. Jaise hi Trupti ne doosri line par pen rakha, woh do inch aur jhuk gayi.
Aryan ka bolna beech mein hi ruk gaya. Uske gale ka ghunt atka, saans gale mein phans gayi. “Yeh… current ratio ka… jo denominator hai…”
“Haan,” Trupti ne behad dheemi, rasili aawaaz mein kaha. Uski nazrein book par thin, lekin hothon par ek halki muskaan thi. “Bolo na Aryan. Dekh kya rahe ho? Yeh page ke numbers… ya yeh jo saamne khula hua hai?”
Aryan ka poora chehra aag ki tarah tapne laga. Usne palke jhuka kar register par concentrate karne ki poori koshish ki, lekin uski 19 saal ki jawan mardangi uske dimaag par haavi ho chuki thi. Woh buri tarah fail ho gaya.
“Aap… aapne aaj yeh top pehna hai,” usne dabi hui, raspy aawaaz mein kaha.
“Pehna hai. Garmi lag rahi thi mujhe,” Trupti ne bilkul innocent ban kar kaha, lekin usne apna jism peeche nahi kheencha. Woh waisi hi aage jhuki rahi, apne dono gore doodh uski aankhon ke samne pesh karte hue. “Apna doubt clear karo. Ya phir yahan sirf mujhe dekhne ke liye aaye the?”
Aryan ne ek bhaari, kaanpti hui saans li. Library ke is sunsaan kone ki khamoshi mein uski aawaaz ek gande, bebaak sach mein badal gayi.
“Dono ke liye aaya tha… aap achhi tarah jaanti ho,” Aryan ne table ke neeche apni mutthi bheenchte hue phusphusa kar kaha. “Woh jo raat ko photo bheji thi aapne… peach nighty wali… main teen raat se chain se so nahi paaya hoon. Aapki collarbone, aur upar se jo aapke gore jism ka hissa dikh raha tha… main bed par let kar haath laga kar hi so pata hoon. Phir bhi control nahi hota. Aur aaj aap library mein yeh pehan kar aa gayi. Aap seedha mujhe pagal kar rahi ho, Trupti.”




Trupti ke pet ke nichle hisse mein ek aisi teekhi, mastana lehar uthi ki uski panty ke beech ek gaadha geelapan phail gaya. Teen hafte ka sookha-pan aur akelapan Aryan ke in nange, bhookhe shabdon se ek jhatke mein baha le gaya tha. Ek ladka jo use apni mari hui didi ki jagah par rakh kar poojta tha, ab uski chhaatiyon ko dekh kar lund mutthi mein jakadne ki baat kar raha tha — yeh ganda paap Trupti ki ragon mein aag laga raha tha.
“Agar Abhay achanak yahan aa jaye toh?” Trupti ne aage jhuke-jhuke hi apni kaali aankhein utha kar poocha. “Socho, yahi kone wali table ho. Main aise aage jhuki hoon, mera gala itna khula hai, aur tum meri cleavage ko ghoor rahe ho. Woh agle hi shelf ke piche khada ho sakta hai.”
Aryan ne nazrein uthayi. Uski aankhon mein ab sharm kam aur ek aisi andhi, mardana bhook thi jo kisi hadd ko nahi maanti thi.
“Mujhe pata hai yeh kitna bada khatra hai,” Aryan ne haanpte hue kaha. “Unhone mujhe apne group mein jagah di, mujh par trust kiya. Lekin main khud ko kaise roku apni didi se? Aap meri didi jaisi dikhti ho, unhi ki tarah aawaaz hai… par aap unse pyar karti ho, aur yahan jhuk kar mujhe apne nange doodh dikha rahi ho. Main jaanta hoon main paap kar raha hoon, par main khud ko rok nahi pa raha.”
Trupti ne halke se haath hila kar table se apna pen jaan-boojh kar neeche gira diya.
Woh pen uthane ke liye zameen ki taraf jhuki. Is baar uska top poori tarah aage latak gaya. Uske bhare-bhare 36-D stano ka poora rounded aakaar aur unke nipples ke ubhar Aryan ki aankhon ke bilkul samne nange hone ke kareeb aa gaye. Aryan ki nazar bilkul wahi jam gayi, uske hoth sookh gaye. Trupti ne jaan-boojh kar poore teen second tak pen nahi uthaya, us ladke ko apni chhaatiyon ki garm chamak ko peene diya.
Phir pen utha kar jab woh wapas seedhi hui, toh uske baalon ki lat Aryan ke kaanpti hui ungliyon se ragadti hui nikli.
“Didi ko aise ghoor kar nahi dekhte, Aryan,” Trupti ne uske kaan ke bilkul kareeb jhuk kar fusfusaya. “Didi ke boobs nahi dekhte jab woh padha rahi hoti hai.”
“Dekhta hoon,” Aryan ne almost bilkul dheemi, haanpti hui aawaaz mein kaha. Uski jeans ke andar uska 19 saal ka lund pathar ki tarah akad kar tight ho chuka tha. “Roz dekhta hoon. Canteen mein jab aap Abhay bhaiya ke bagal mein baithti ho tab bhi unke haath ke piche se dekhta hoon. Aur us selfie ke baad toh dimaag phat raha hai mera. Aapki nighty mein jo golai dikh rahi thi… aaj is black top mein wahi jism mere theek samne hai. Main paagal ho jaunga.”
Trupti ne Aryan ka register apni taraf kheencha aur pen se margin par ek be-matlab ki line kheenchi — sirf waqt ko rokne ke liye.
“Bolo na,” usne aawaaz ko bilkul madhosh aur gehra kiya. “Bolo kya gandi baat soch rahe ho iss waqt? Yahi library ke kone mein, chupchap.”
Aryan ke kaan aur gardan aag ki tarah laal ho chuke the. Table ke neeche uski dono jaanghein tanaav mein kaanp rahi thin.
“Sochta hoon ki aap thoda aur aage jhuko… aur main apna haath aapke is U-neck ke andar daal doon,” Aryan ne daant bheenchte hue bilkul dheeme kaha. “Aapke naram, garm doodhon ko apni mutthi mein dabau. Aap dheeme se ‘mat karo’ bolo par peeche na hato. Sochta hoon ki isi shelf ke piche aapki jeans ki zip khol kar aapki panty check karu… woh pakka geeli hogi. Kyunki aap bhi is gande khel mein mere sath ho. Woh photo koi accident nahi thi. Aaj yeh top pehan kar aana koi ittefaq nahi hai.”
Trupti ki saans ukhad gayi. Uski chhaati tezi se upar-neeche hone lagi.
“Haan,” usne bina kisi sharm ke uski aankhon mein dekha. “Koi ittefaq nahi hai. Abhay ne pichle teen hafte se mere jism ko ek baar bhi nahi chhua hai. Pata hai yeh baat tumhe?”
Aryan ki aankhein hairani aur beinteha bhook se phail gayin. “Aap… aap mujhe yeh kyun bata rahi ho?”
“Kyunki tum sochte ho ki main sirf uski shareef aurat hoon,” Trupti ne aage jhuk kar apna chehra uske chehre se sirf do inch ki doori par kar diya. Uske garam hoth Aryan ke gaal ko chhoo rahe the. “Main uski fiancée hoon. Shaadi bhi usi se hogi. Par theek iss waqt, main yahan library ke kone mein jhuk kar tumhe apne boobs dikha rahi hoon. Tum apni didi ke jism ko dekhne se khud ko nahi rok pa rahe… aur main tumhe tadpaane ke is maza ko nahi chhod pa rahi. Pata hai na kitna bada khatra hai? Agar Abhay abhi is shelf ke piche aa jaye, toh tumhara college, meri izzat, sab kuch khaak ho jayega. Phir bhi tum dekho. Aur main jhukungi.”



Aryan ka daayan haath table ke neeche se sarakte hue Trupti ki jeans pehni hui thandi jaangh ke kareeb aaya.
Pehle do second sirf hawa ka faasla tha. Trupti ne apna pair peeche nahi hataya. Phir Aryan ki garam, kaanpti hui ungliyan uski jaangh ke kapde par tik gayin. Ek halka sa mardana dabav. Trupti ke pet ke andar achanak aisi jalan uthi ki usne apne dono pairon ko do inch aur khol diya — na toh koi open invitation thi, na koi manaahi thi, bas ek khamosh, besharm ijaazat thi.
“Aap geeli ho chuki ho na?” Aryan ne uske hothon ko ghoorte hue dabi hui saans mein kaha.
“Library mein mera hisaab mat lagao,” Trupti ne ek katilana muskaan ke sath pen desk par rakha. “Chalo, register uthao aur yahan se niklo. Kal canteen mein mujhe aisi gandi nazron se mat dekhna. Aaj dekh liya na? Bas itna kaafi tha.”
Usne register band kiya aur khadi ho gayi.
Khade hote waqt uska black sleeveless top uske bade boobs par ek second ke liye tanaav se bilkul chipak gaya. Aryan wahi chair par baitha raha, uska chehra Trupti ki chhaati ke bilkul level par tha aur uski aankhein upar uthi hui thin. Trupti ne bag shoulder par daala aur aage jhuk kar apne baal ungli se kaan ke piche kiye — cleavage ek baar phir se uske chehre ke samne khul gayi.
“Soch rahe the na ki raat ko woh photo delete kar doge?” Trupti ne uski aankhon mein jhaanka. “Khabardaar jo delete kiya. Use dekh kar yaad rakhna ki tumne kya dekha hai. Aur apna control bana ke rakhna. Kyunki agle baar main itna jhukungi… ya poora khol dungi, maine abhi decide nahi kiya hai.”
Aryan turant khada nahi ho paaya. Uski jeans ke aage ka hissa itna ubhra hua aur akad chuka tha ki woh public mein chalne ke layak nahi tha. Trupti ne uske tanaav ko saaf dekha, hothon mein muskaan dabayi, aur bina piche mude aage nikal gayi.
Third floor ke corridor mein aate hi Trupti ke dil ki dhadkan tezi se bhagne lagi. Uski panty uski dono jaanghon ke beech chipak rahi thi, uski choot se nikalta garam paani thanda padne laga tha.
Theek usi waqt uske bag mein phone vibrate hua.
Screen par Abhay ka message flash ho raha tha:
Abhay:
Jaan, aaj bhi placement mentor ke sath late tak baithna padega. Really sorry. Kal pakka milte hain.
Trupti ne bina ruki chaal ke sath chalte hue screen par type kiya:
Trupti:
It’s totally okay Abhay. Main library mein padh rahi hoon.
Send.
Jhoot.
Woh ek lafz bhi nahi padh rahi thi. Woh toh library ke sabse andhere kone se nikal rahi thi jahan uske mangetar ke trust kiye hue 19 saal ke ladke ne uski cleavage ko aankhon se khaya tha, uski jaangh ko chhukar kaanpa tha, aur meri didi bol kar apni hawas ko maana tha.
Usne Rahul ke encrypted panel ko check kiya. Wahan bilkul sannata tha. Rahul ko usne ek shabd nahi likha.
Kyunki yeh khel ab kisi aur ke remote control par nahi chal raha tha. Yeh ab uska apna khel tha.
Ganda. Dheema. Nashila.
Aur Abhay ke is late aane wale beparwah message ne uske andar ki aag ko bujhane ke bajaye… use aur zyada besharm aur azaad bana diya tha.



Sunday ki subah 11:20 baj rahe the.
Girls' hostel ke room 304 mein ek ajeeb sa, bhaari sannata chhaya hua tha. Sheetal weekend ke liye apne hometown gayi hui thi, isliye poora kamra bilkul khali aur shaant tha. Bahar dhoop thodi tez thi, par room ke andar ceiling fan ki monotonous ghoon-ghoon ke alawa koi aawaaz nahi thi. Trupti apne single bed par seedhi leti hui thi, ek haath pet par aur dusra matress par gira hua. Uski aankhein chhat par lage safed plaster ke dhabbon ko ghoor rahi thin.
Pichle lagbhag teen hafton se uske jism ko kisi mard ne theek se chhua tak nahi tha.
Abhay ka wahi routine tha jo ab uske gale ki haddi ban chuka tha — placement cell, company shortlists, faculty mentors ke saath long sessions, aur raat-raat bhar jaag kar banti PPT slides. Subah se woh online tak nahi aaya tha. Uss din ka aakhiri message subah 8:40 par aaya tha:
“Jaan, aaj poora din corporate workshop mein phas gaya hoon. Shaam ko call karne ki try karunga. Love you.”
Trupti ne ek thandi saans li. Uski kamar ke nichle hisse mein ek aisi bechaini aur jalan dabi hui thi jo har guzarte din ke saath aur zyada ziddi hoti ja rahi thi. Library section mein black top ke U-neck ke andar jhaankti Aryan ki bhookhi aankhein, woh nighty wali selfie, aur Inspector Vikram ke uss toote hue chehre ki gandi, 20-second wali traumatic yaad — sab milkar uske jism ko andar se dehakta hua chhod gaye the.
Tabhi bedside table par rakha phone achanak vibrate hua.
Screen par naam chamka: Aryan.
Trupti ne screen ko dekha. Uski ungliyan ruki rahin. Usne phone ko poori chaar rings lene diin, taaki doosri taraf wale ko lage ki woh busy thi, ya shayad isliye taaki woh khud ko sambhalne ka thoda waqt de sake.
Chauthi ring par usne call swipe kiya aur phone kaan se lagaya.
“Haan, Aryan.” Uski aawaaz ekdam steady aur formal thi, jisme uski Student Council wali dignity barkarar thi.
Doosri taraf se aane wali aawaaz mein ek halki si ghabraahat thi, lekin uss ghabraahat ke peeche ek ajeeb si tayyari aur himmat bhi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.
“Sunday hai, Trupti…” Aryan ne thoda ruk-ruk kar shuru kiya, saans thodi tez thi. “Main… actually soch raha tha ki agar aap free ho toh. City center wale mall mein ek nayi movie aayi hai. Afternoon ka show hai, around 1:30. Poori tarah public place hai, normal outing. Agar… agar aapka man ho toh chal sakte hain.”
Trupti bed par leti rahi, uski nazar khidki ke parde par atak gayi.
Uske andar ki aurat ne turant hisaab lagaya — teen hafte se Abhay ka neglect, uski chhaatiyon par Aryan ki dabi hui bhookh, aur uske apne shareer ka yeh ganda, restlessness.
“Kaunsi movie?” usne aawaaz ko bilkul neutral rakhte hue poocha.
“Jo bhi aap bolo,” Aryan ne turant jawab diya, jaise usne har sawaal ka intezaam pehle se kar rakha ho. “Main tickets counter se nikaal loonga. Aur haan… aap chahein toh Abhay bhaiya ko bata dena pehle hi. Main kuch bhi chhipa kar nahi karna chahta.”
Yeh line Aryan ne behad hoshiyari se phenki thi. Ekdam clean, transparent aur shareef. Lekin Trupti achhi tarah jaanti thi ki iss safaai ke neeche wahi ladka bol raha tha jo raat ko uski nighty wali photo dekh kar lund mutthi mein jakadta tha.
“Ruko, main dekhti hoon,” Trupti ne kaha aur call cut kar diya.
Usne turant Abhay ka number milaya. Phone ring hua, do baar bell gayi, aur phir cut ho gaya — Busy line.
Trupti ne WhatsApp khola aur seedha message type kiya:
Trupti:
Aryan afternoon movie ke liye pooch raha tha mall mein. Main chali jaaun? Tu waise bhi busy hai na workshop mein.
Usne phone bed par phenk diya. Uska dil thoda tezi se dhadakne laga. Ek hissa chahta tha ki Abhay seedha mana kar de — thoda gussa ho, possessive bane, kahe ki 'Meri fiancée kisi junior ke saath movie kyun jayegi, ruko main aa raha hoon.'
Theek chhah minute baad phone screen light up hui.
Abhay:
Haan jaan, bilkul! Go have fun. Main yahan director ke panel mein phasa hua hoon, dinner tak shayad hi free ho paun. Evening mein nikalte hi call karta hoon. Love you!
Trupti un teen shabdon ko takriban do minute tak bina palke jhapkaye dekhti rahi.
Go have fun.
Uss ladke ne ek second ke liye bhi nahi socha. Na koi sawaal, na koi shaq, na koi halki si jalan. Ek first-year ka ladka, jisko Abhay ne khud group mein daala tha, uski hone wali biwi ko movie le ja raha tha, aur Abhay itna blind, itna careless tha ki usne seedha 'go have fun' likh diya.
Trupti ko pehle ek gehri chot lagi, ek udaasi aayi. Aur phir uss udaasi ki jagah ek kaala, teekha gussa uske dimaag par chhadh gaya.
Main uski fiancée hoon. Uske naam ki ring pehanti hoon. Aur woh itna aaraam se mujhe doosre ke saath bhej raha hai jaise main koi bejaan gudiya hoon jo kuch feel nahi karti.
Usne bina kisi hichkichahat ke Aryan ka chat khola aur type kiya:
Trupti:
Haan, theek hai. Mall ke main entrance par milte hain 1:15 baje.
Agla aadha ghanta usne sirf wardrobe ke samne khade hokar bitaya.
Aaj kapde chunte waqt uske dimaag mein na toh Student Council ki izzat thi aur na hi Abhay ki shareef bahu wali chhavi. Aaj uske andar wahi aurat haavi thi jise uske mangetar ne 'go have fun' bol kar chhod diya tha.
Usne ek peach-beige shade ki ribbed bodycon midi dress nikaali. Kapda behad soft, elastane-blend tha jo body par aise chipak jaata tha jaise doosri skin ho. Uski neckline aage se round thi, gale se kareeb chaar inch neeche tak jhuki hui — itni ki uski gori collarbone aur upper chest ka rounded curve saaf nazar aaye, par itna gehra bhi nahi ki mall ke crowd mein koi openly tok sake. Sleeveless cut tha, jisse uske chikne, gaur-varn baazu poori tarah nange the. Piche se back thodi deep thi, jisme patli straps thin.
Dress ne uske 36-D ke bhaari stano ko ekdum tight hold diya hua tha. Kamar bilkul patli lag rahi thi, aur hips ka bhara hua, gol aakaar kapde ke tight stretch mein har kadam ke saath numaya ho raha tha. Chalte waqt uski bhari jaanghon ki line saaf ubhar rahi thi.
Dress ke andar usne ek ekdam thin, peach-colored seamless panty pehni, aur upar bilkul halki, wire-free plunge bra daali jiska strap itna patla tha ki dress ke neeche gayab ho gaya. Jab woh aage jhukti, toh bra ka koi lace ya cup nahi dikhta tha — sirf uske dono doodhon ke beech ki garm, naram cleavage ki ghaati chamak uthti thi.
Baal usne khule chhod diye, halke wavy texture mein jo uske ek kandhe par gir rahe the. Hothon par nude-glossy shine lagayi jo unhe thoda aur bhara hua aur geela dikha rahi thi. Aankhon mein halka sa kajal. Pairon mein usne heels nahi daali — white clean sneakers pehne, taaki bahar se dekhne par lage ki woh sach mein bas ek casual 'movie' ke liye nikli hai, kisi date par nahi. Aakhiri touch ke liye usne apni vanila-musk wali perfume uthayi — ek spray apni dono wrists par, aur ek halka sa garm spray seedha apne dono stano ke beech, cleavage ke ghaat par chhidak diya.
Mirror ke samne khadi hokar usne khud ko sar se pair tak dekha.
Uski aankhon mein ek aisi besharm chamak thi jo keh rahi thi ki aaj woh kisi hadd ko sambhalne ke mood mein bilkul nahi thi.




Auto se utar kar jab woh mall ke grand glass entrance ke paas pohnchi, toh shaam ki dhoop pillars par pad rahi thi.
Aryan wahan pehle se khada tha. Usne ek iron ki hui crisp white shirt pehni thi jiski aasteenein kohniyon tak mod rakhi thin, dark blue jeans aur clean sneakers. Baal neatly set the, par uski body language mein ek bechaini saaf jhalak rahi thi.
Jaise hi uski nazar auto se utarti hui Trupti par padi, Aryan ke kadam wahi freeze ho gaye.
Uski dark aankhein phail gayiin. Nazar pehle Trupti ke nange gore kandhon par gayi, phir us peach bodycon dress ke tight fabric par phisli jo uske dono ubhre hue doodhon aur uski patli kamar ko bina kisi parde ke dikha raha tha, aur aakhir mein uski rounded hips par jaakar atak gayi. Ladke ke hoth sookh gaye. Pura chaar second tak woh ek lafz nahi bol paaya.
“Tum…” Aryan ne thook nigalte hue aage badh kar dheemi aawaaz mein kaha, uski aawaaz thodi kaanp rahi thi, “Aap… aap aisi lag rahi ho jaise movie ke liye nahi aayi hon.”
Trupti ne apne baalon ko halke se piche jhatka. Uske gore seene se vanila aur garm perfume ki mehak seedha Aryan ki naak tak pohnchi.
“Movie ke liye hi aayi hoon,” Trupti ne hothon par ek halki, katilana smile laate hue kaha. “Chalo, ticket counter andar hai.”
Dono mall ke AC wale grand corridor mein chalne lage. Trupti ke sneakers ki soft thap-thap aur uski hips ka madhosh sway Aryan ke dimaag mein aag laga raha tha.
Ticket booking counter se mushkil se bees kadam pehle, escalator ke piche wale thode shaant passage mein, Aryan achanak ruk gaya.
Trupti bhi thithak kar palti. “Kya hua? Ruke kyun?”
Aryan ne thoda aage jhuk kar aawaaz ko bilkul dheema kiya. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa tanaav aur himmat thi jo pichle hafton mein kabhi nahi dikhi thi.
“Ek problem hai,” usne seedha Trupti ki kajal-bhari aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha. “Maine abhi online check kiya tha… iss afternoon show ke saare seats book hain, bas aage ke do kharab rows bache hain. Aur student review blog par likha tha ki Screen 2 ka AC pichle do din se theek se kaam nahi kar raha, bohot suffocating hai.”
Trupti ne apni eyebrows halki si uthayi. “Toh phir? Kisi aur mall chalein?”
Aryan ne ek second ka pause liya. Uske gale ka laung hila, aur uski aankhein ek pal ke liye Trupti ke U-cut neck ke andar jhaank kar wapas uske hothon par aayi.
“Mera ek bohot close college friend hai… uska private 2-BHK flat yahan se sirf aath minute ke walking distance par hai,” Aryan ne aawaaz ko bilkul rasili, dabi hui whisper mein badal diya. “Woh iss poore weekend ke liye apne hometown gaya hua hai, flat ki extra key mere paas hai. Hall mein ek bada leather sofa hai, 4K projector laga hai, aur poora split AC on rehta hai. Wahan bina kisi shor ke, bina crowd ke aaraam se Netflix par koi bhi movie dekh sakte hain… agar aap comfortable ho toh. Warna… agar aapko theek na lage, toh hum yahin ticket line mein khade ho sakte hain.”
Netflix and chill.
Yeh shabd Trupti ke dimaag ke parde par ek aag ki tarah chamka.
Usne mall ke crowded ticket counter ki lambi line dekhi jahan families aur couples the, jahan charo taraf roshni thi aur sab kuch safe tha. Aur phir usne samne khade 19 saal ke iss jawan ladke ke chehre ko dekha — uski shirt ke neeche tezi se chalti chhaati, uski bhookhi aankhein, aur uski offer.
Ek band kamra. Ek khali flat. Sofa. Andhera. Aur ek ladka jo uski photo dekh kar lund masalta tha.
Uss pal Trupti ke kaan mein Abhay ka wahi text goonja: “Go have fun.”
Uss lafz ne uske bache-khuche darr ko ek jhatke mein tod diya. Gussa, sharirik bhookh, aur ek ajeeb se badle ki aag ne uske faisle ko aage dhakka de diya.
Trupti ne ek kadam Aryan ke aur kareeb kiya, itna kareeb ki uski garam saans Aryan ke gale ko chhoone lagi.
“Aath minute lagne chahiye,” Trupti ne aawaaz ko bilkul madhosh aur dheema karte hue kaha. “Projector par movie chalegi. Aur dimaag mein kuch ulta-seedha assume mat karna.”
Aryan ne tezi se sar hilaya, uski aankhon mein ek nasha chha gaya. “Haan… bilkul nahi.”
Building nayi thi, road se thoda andar ki taraf.
Lift mein dono chupchap khade the. 6th floor ka button press tha. Lift ke mirrors mein Trupti ne dekha ki Aryan ki nazar floor ke bajaye mirror ke through uski peeth ke khule hisse aur uske ubhre hue stano par tiki hui thi. Lift ki thandi hawa ke beech dono ki saansein bhaari hone lagi thin.
Ding. 6th floor.




Flat 604 ke samne aakar Aryan ne pocket se brass ki key nikaali aur lock khol diya.
Darwaza khulte hi andar ek thandi, bandh kamre ki shaant hawa unke chehre se takrayi. Aryan ne darwaza peeche se band kiya aur safety lock ko slide karke latch gira diya.
Living room kafi spacious aur modern tha. Badi glass windows par heavy charcoal curtains aadhe khiche hue the, jisse dhoop filter hokar ek halki, madham roshni mein badal chuki thi. Hall ke center mein ek lamba, dark grey L-shaped leather sofa tha. Saamne ki poori safed deewar par projector ka white display board laga hua tha. Ek side mein open kitchen counter tha jahan do clean ceramic mugs ulte rakhe the.
Aryan ne wall switch par haath maar kar main lights off kar diin. Sirf kitchen counter ke neeche ki halki warm strip jal rahi thi. Split AC ka remote utha kar usne 20 degree par set kiya, projector ka power button dabaya, aur ceiling se ek blue beam seedha safed deewar par padi. Screen par Netflix ka red logo chamak utha.

“Main… main AC thoda fast kar deta hoon,” Aryan ne aawaaz ko steady rakhne ki koshish ki, lekin uske haath remote par kaanp rahe the. “Aap baithiye na.”
Trupti ne apne tote bag ko kitchen counter par rakha. Uske sneakers ki aawaaz wooden laminate floor par bilkul shaant thi.
Woh aage badhi aur leather sofa ke theek kone par jaakar baith gayi.
Jaise hi woh baithi, uski tight peach bodycon dress uski jaanghon par do inch aur upar sarak gayi, uski gori, chikni thighs ka ek bada hissa sofa ke dark leather par nanga hokar chamakne laga. Uski 36-D chhaatiyan aage ki taraf ubhar aayin, aur uski nangi collarbone par kitchen ki madham roshni phisal gayi.
Aryan remote table par rakh kar palta.
Uss andhere, thande kamre mein, sofa par aadhi nangi jaanghon ke saath baithi Trupti ko dekh kar ladke ke dimaag ki aakhiri nass khinch gayi. Dono ke darmiyan ab na koi library thi, na koi public corridor tha, aur na hi koi teesra insaan tha.
Sirf woh dono the, ek bandh darwaza tha, aur parde ke piche sulagti hui ek be-inteha gandi aag thi.
Deewar par projector ki neeli roshni ek slow Hollywood rom-com ke frame bana rahi thi. Kamre mein AC ki halki si thandak aur speaker se nikalte background music ki dheemi aawaaz thi.
Aryan kitchen counter se paani ke do glass lekar aaya. Usne ek glass center table par Trupti ke aage rakha aur khud sofa ke doosre kone par baith gaya. Shuruat mein unke beech theek do foot ka faasla tha. Dono ke beech sofa ka ek bada sa dark grey cushion rakha hua tha — ek aisi boundary jo bina bole dono ne apne darmian khadi kar li thi.
“Yeh movie theek hai na?” Aryan ne screen ki taraf dekhte hue poocha, aawaaz ko zabardasti normal aur casual banane ki poori koshish karte hue. “Maine reviews dekhe the, thodi light-hearted hai. Exams ke baad dimaag thoda fresh ho jaata hai.”
Trupti ne glass utha kar ek ghoont paani piya. Uski nazrein screen par chalte hero-heroine par thin. “Haan, theek hai. Padhai aur council ke jhanjhat ke baad kuch bhi halka chalega.”
Shuruat ke pandrah minute bilkul aam the. Movie ke scenes par dono ne do-teen formal comments kiye. Kabhi script par, kabhi background music par. Aryan poori shiddat se ek shareef, sensible junior banne ki koshish kar raha tha. Woh aage jhuk kar screen ko dekhta, Trupti ki taraf seedha dekhne se bachta. Par ladke ke shareer ki sakhti saaf bata rahi thi ki uska dimaag movie ke plot mein ek percent bhi nahi tha. Har baar jab Trupti sofa par halki si karwat leti ya apne baalon ko jhatakti, Aryan ke kaan laal ho jaate the aur uski saans ka rhythm thoda badal jaata tha.
Trupti yeh sab bina dekhe bhi mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Usne apne dono pair sofa par upar mod kar fold kar liye. Aisa karte hi uski peach bodycon dress uski gori, chikni jaanghon par thodi aur upar sarak gayi. Uska sleeveless baazu aur nangi collarbone screen ki flickering light mein chamak rahi thi. Uski mehengi vanilla perfume aur uske garm jism ki mehak AC ki thandi hawa ke saath sidhe Aryan ke naak tak pohnch rahi thi.
Dheere-dheere, bina kisi ke jaan-boojh kar move kiye, woh faasla kam hone laga.
Movie ke ek comedy scene par Trupti halki si hasi, aur hasi mein uska jism thoda aage jhuka. Aryan ne bhi hasne ka bahana kiya aur table se tissue paper uthane ke liye aage badha. Uska kandha Trupti ke nange, chikne kandhe se halka sa chhoo gaya.
Ek second ka contact.
Dono freeze ho gaye. Kisi ne bhi turant peeche hatne ki koshish nahi ki. Aryan ne woh cushion, jo dono ke beech ek parda bana hua tha, utha kar floor par side mein rakh diya — bilkul aam andaz mein, jaise usse baithne mein dikkat ho rahi ho. Par us cushion ke hatte hi unke beech ki aakhiri deewar gir gayi.
Ab dono ke darmiyan mushkil se chaar inch ki doori thi.
Trupti ke andar ek halka sa guilt ka jhatka laga. Main yahan kya kar rahi hoon? Main engaged hoon. Abhay meri parwah karta hai…
Lekin agle hi pal uske dimaag ke parde par Abhay ka woh subah wala text wapas chamak utha — 'Go have fun.'
Uss be-rukhe lafz ne uske andar ke guilt ko pal bhar mein ek kaale, teekhe gusse mein badal diya. Kaisi parwah? Usko toh yeh tak parwah nahi thi ki main kiske saath hoon, kahan jaa rahi hoon. Teen hafte se usne mujhe chhua tak nahi hai, aur yahan yeh ladka mere ek touch ke liye tadap raha hai.



Gussa aur lagataar badhti sharirik bhookh ne milkar uske andar ki saari sharm aur hichkichahat ko jala kar raakh kar diya. Uski panty ke center mein pehle se ek thandi, gaadhi nami jama ho rahi thi. Uss andhere kamre mein, samne baithe iss 19 saal ke ladke ki masoomiyat aur uski hadd se zyada koshish Trupti ko ek ajeeb sa nasha de rahi thi. Aryan koi experienced khiladi nahi tha, woh koi chaalaak mard nahi tha jo zabardasti kare — woh bas ek bhookha, be-inteha tadapta hua ladka tha jo apni 'didi' ke jism ko dekh kar pagal ho raha tha. Aur uski yahi masoom, gandi koshish Trupti ko andar tak pighla rahi thi.

Aryan ki nazar ab screen par bilkul nahi thi. Uski dark aankhein Trupti ke U-cut neckline par tiki thin, jahan uske gore 36-D doodhon ki cleavage har saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
“Aap… aap sach mein bohot gusse mein ho na?” Aryan ne aakhirkar khamoshi todi. Uski aawaaz ekdam dheemi, bhaari aur dabi hui thi.
Trupti ne screen se nazar hatayi aur seedha Aryan ki aankhon mein dekha. “Kyun lagta hai tumhe aisa?”
“Kyunki aapka dhyan movie par ek second ke liye bhi nahi hai,” Aryan ne himmat karke apna ek haath sofa ke leather par aage badhaya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ki nangi jaangh ke kapde se mushkil se ek centimeter door thin. “Aur… aur Abhay bhaiya ne jis tarah se aapko yahan aane diya… koi mard apni fiancée ko aise kisi doosre ke saath akele flat par aane ki ijaazat nahi deta. Agar main unki jagah hota, toh main aapko kabhi kisi ke kareeb nahi aane deta.”
Yeh line Trupti ke seene mein aag ki tarah utar gayi.
Ek 19 saal ka ladka us par woh haq jatane ki baat kar raha tha jo uska apna mangetar kho chuka tha.
“Tum meri jagah unhe nahi samjh sakte, Aryan,” Trupti ne rasili aawaaz mein kaha, par uski saans thodi tez ho gayi thi.
Aryan ne pehla direct move kiya.
Usne apna kaanpta hua garm haath aage badha kar Trupti ki bare thigh par rakh diya. Uski jawan, garm ungliyan Trupti ki chikni, makhmali gori skin par jam gayin. Ek zor ka current Trupti ke pet ke nichle hisse se hokar uski choot ki deewaron tak daud gaya.
Trupti ne halke se apna sar hilaya, ek aakhiri formality ki tarah. “Aryan… mat karo. Maine kaha tha na kuch assume mat karna.”
Aryan peeche nahi hata. Balki uski himmat aur badh gayi. Usne apni ungliyon ka dabav thoda aur badhaya, uski naram jaangh ko halke se dabaate hue. “Aapne hi toh kaha tha library mein… ki main apni didi ko resist nahi kar pa raha hoon. Kaise roku khud ko? Teen hafton se main sirf aapke baare mein soch kar pagal ho raha hoon. Woh nighty wali photo… aapka yeh chehra… main mar jaunga agar aaj aapko nahi chhua toh.”
Usne apna doosra haath uthaya aur Trupti ke gaal par rakh diya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke glossy hothon ke kinare ko chhoone lagin.
Trupti ki saans ukhad chuki thi. Uska dimaag ab surrender karne ke bilkul kareeb tha. Usne Aryan ki aankhon mein dekha — wahan sirf hawas nahi thi, wahan ek aisi andhi, pagal bhookh thi jo Trupti ko lag raha tha ki sirf usi ke liye bani hai.
Aryan aage jhuka. Usne apne kaanpte hue hoth Trupti ke naram, garm gaal par tika diye. Phir uski gardan par.
Trupti ke muh se ek behad dheemi, madhosh aah nikal gayi. “Aryan… ahh…”
Jab Aryan ke garam hoth uske kaan ke peeche aur uski nangi collarbone par phisle, toh Trupti ka bacha-khucha control poori tarah toot gaya. Uski saari formality, uska Abhay ke liye wafadaari ka dikhava, sab kuch AC ki thandi hawa mein dhuwan ban kar udd gaya.
Usne apne dono garm haath uthaye aur Aryan ke ghane baalon mein ghusa diye. Usne ladke ke sar ko apni gardan mein aur gehraai se daba liya.
Aryan ne jaise hi Trupti ki taraf se yeh surrender mehsoos kiya, uska 19 saal ka jism aag ka gola ban gaya. Usne bina ek pal gawaye apne hoth Trupti ke glossy, rasile hothon par chipka diye.
Pehla kiss behad garm, bhookha aur lamba tha. Aryan ne uske neeche wale hoth ko apne daanton ke beech halka sa dabaya aur apni jeebh Trupti ke muh ke andar daal di. Trupti ne bina kisi sharm ke uska pura sath diya. Uski jeebh Aryan ki jeebh se lapat gayi, saliva ka garm swaad dono ke muh mein ghulne laga. Trupti ke haath Aryan ki white shirt ko kandhon se jakadne lage, uske naakhun shirt ke kapde ke aar-paar uski peeth ko dabaane lage.




Aryan ne kiss tode bina apna daayan haath Trupti ke U-cut neck ke andar daal diya.

Uska chauda, garm haath Trupti ke naram, bhaari 36-D doodh par chadh gaya. Kapde ke andar bra ka thin cup tha jisse Aryan ne ek jhatke mein side sarka diya. Uska nanga haath Trupti ke gaur-varn, resham jaisi chhaati par poori tarah phail gaya. Usne uske poore sthan ko apni mutthi mein bhar kar zor se daba diya.
“Aahhh… haan… Aryan…” Trupti ke hothon se ek behad teekhi, dabi hui cheekh nikli.
Uski chhaati ka nipple aag ki tarah kadak hokar Aryan ki hatheli mein chubh raha tha. Aryan ne apne thumb aur pehli ungli ke beech uske taney hue nipple ko pakad kar masalna shuru kiya, aur uska doosra haath Trupti ki bodycon dress ko uski kamar tak upar kheenchne laga.
Dress ke upar hote hi Trupti ki dono gori, bhari jaanghein aur uski peach seamless panty sofa ki roshni mein poori tarah nangi ho gayin. Uski panty ka center hissa pehle hi itna geela ho chuka tha ki kapda uski choot ke hothon par chipak gaya tha, aur uski dabi hui garm khushbu hawa mein phail rahi thi.
Aryan ne kiss toda aur apna chehra seedha Trupti ke nange gale aur uski cleavage mein dhasa diya. Uski aawaaz behad haanpti hui, raspy ho chuki thi:
“Aap itni garm ho… itni geeli ho… Trupti, meri didi… main aapko yahan sofa par poora noch lunga…”
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin, uska poora badan tanaav aur be-inteha maze se kaanp raha tha. Projector screen par movie ka koi romantic scene chal raha tha, par uss andhere kamre mein, Abhay ke diye hue neglect ki aag ab ek 19 saal ke ladke ki gandi, bebaak hawas mein jal kar poori tarah azaad ho chuki thi.
Aryan ne apne poore sharir ka wazan Trupti par daal kar use sofa ke leather par neeche daba diya. Uski 19 saal ki jawan taakat Trupti ke naram, mature jism ko poori tarah se pin kar chuki thi. Dono ke hoth ek doosre mein itni shiddat se fase the ki thook unke hothon ke kinaron se beh kar Trupti ki gori thodi par phisal raha tha. Aryan ki jeebh Trupti ke muh ke andar har kone ko chaat rahi thi, jaise woh saalon se pyasa ho. Trupti ke haath Aryan ke ghane baalon mein ghuse hue the, uski ungliyan uski scalp ko kas kar pakadti hui uske chehre ko apne muh par aur gehraai se daba rahi thin.

“Mmmph… aahhh… Aryan…” Trupti ke gale se dabi hui, behosh kar dene wali aawaazein nikal rahi thin.
Aryan ne kiss todte hi Trupti ke U-cut bodycon top ko dono haathon se pakad kar upar kheench diya. Bina kisi jhijhak ke, usne top ko Trupti ke sar ke upar se nikaal kar floor par phenk diya. Niche thin plunge bra ka lace cup tha, jisse Aryan ne ek hi jhatke mein neeche sarka kar dono 36-D doodhon ko poori tarah azaad kar diya.
Andhere kamre mein, projector ki neeli aur safeed roshni mein Trupti ke dono gore, bhaari stan chamak uthe. Unke bilkul center mein ubhre hue, kadak, dark pink nipples thandi hawa lagte hi pathar ki tarah tan gaye the.



Aryan ne apne poore jism ka wazan Trupti par jhonk diya aur use leather sofa ke gaddhon par poori taakat se neeche press kar diya. Uske 19 saal ke jawan shareer ki garam taakat Trupti ke naram, matured badan ko poori tarah pin kar chuki thi. Dono ke hoth ek doosre ke muh mein itni be-rehami se fase the ki geela thook unke hothon ke kinaron se nikal kar Trupti ki gori thodi aur gardan par phisal raha tha. Aryan ki jeebh Trupti ke muh ke har kone ko chaat rahi thi, jaise woh sadiyon ka pyasa ho. Trupti ke dono haath Aryan ke ghane baalon mein ghus chuke the; uski ungliyan uski scalp ko kas ke mutthi mein jakadte hue uske chehre ko apne muh par aur gehraai se daba rahi thin.

“Mmmph… aahhh… Aryan…” Trupti ke gale se madhosh, dabi hui aawaazein phoot rahi thin. Uska dimaag sunn ho chuka tha.
Aryan ne kiss todte hi ek jhatke mein Trupti ke peach bodycon top ke neeche haath daala aur use upar kheencha. Bina kisi jhijhak ke, usne top ko Trupti ke dono baazuon aur sar ke upar se nikaal kar floor par phenk diya. Niche thin peach bra ka cup tha, jisse Aryan ne dono haathon se neeche sarka kar Trupti ke gore 36-D doodhon ko poori tarah hawa mein nanga kar diya.
Andhere kamre mein, projector screen ki blue aur white lights ke reflection mein Trupti ke dono bhaari, gaur-varn stan chamak uthe. Unke theek center mein ubhre hue, kadak, dark-pink nipples AC ki thandak lagte hi pathar ki tarah tarr-tarr tan gaye the.
Aryan ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Uska chehra aag ki bhatti ki tarah tap raha tha. Usne bina ek second gawaye apna poora chehra Trupti ke dono doodhon ke beech ki garm ghaati mein dhasa diya.
“Ohhh… didi… mujhe yeh kabse karna tha…” Aryan ne deewano ki tarah uske naram maas par apna gaal aur naak ragadte hue phusphusaya. Uski aawaaz bebaak hawas aur paap ke nashe mein kaanp rahi thi. “Main roz raat ko bed par let kar aapke in doodhon ke baare mein sochta tha… kitne bade hain… kitne garm hain…”
Usne ek stan ko apni poori hatheli mein bhar kar zor se masla, aur doosre nipple ko seedha apne muh ke andar le liya.
Slurp… squelch…
Aryan ne kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah uske nipple ko chusna shuru kiya. Uski garam jeebh kadak danee ke ird-gird ghoom rahi thi, aur uske hoth itne tight suction ke saath doodh kheench rahe the ki Trupti ki kamar sofa se poore teen inch upar uth gayi.
“Aahhhhh! Haan… Aryan… chuso… aur tez chuso!” Trupti ki saari sharm aur maryada dhuwan ban kar udd chuki thi. Usne Aryan ke sar ko dono haathon se jakad kar apni chhaati par aur zor se daba liya. Uski ungliyan ladke ke baalon ko jad se kheench rahi thin. “Uff… tere hoth… aahhh… mat rukna… aur gehraai se muh mein le!”
Aryan ne ek nipple ko chhod kar doosre par apna muh maar diya. Pehla nipple uski laar aur thook se bilkul laal, geela aur sooj chuka tha. Aryan ne us par apne daanton ka halka sa dabaav diya, aur Trupti ke muh se ek teekhi, kaatilaana aah nikal gayi. Uske pair sofa par wide open ho gaye.
“Didi… aapki smell… aapka badan… main pagal ho jaunga,” Aryan haanpte hue bol raha tha, uska daayan haath neeche sarak kar Trupti ki dress ko kamar tak upar samet chuka tha.





Uska haath Trupti ki thin peach panty ke andar chala gaya. Uski ungliyan jaise hi Trupti ki phooli hui, garm choot ki dararon se takrayin, ek behad geeli, lapedawaar aawaaz aayi — slurp. Choot ka paani itna zyada chhoot chuka tha ki Aryan ki dono ungliyan bina kisi rukawat ke uski gehri ghaati mein poori gehraai tak phisal gayin.

“Aap itni zyada geeli ho chuki ho…” Aryan ne uske gale par daant gadaate hue kaha, uski middle finger Trupti ke andar poori dhas chuki thi aur thumb clit ko tezi se masal raha tha. “Meri poori ungliyon par aapka paani beh raha hai… didi, aap mere liye itna tadap rahi thin na?”
“Aaahh… haan… Aryan… tu bohot achha kar raha hai… aahh… wahan clit par daba… haan wahi…” Trupti sofa par buri tarah machal rahi thi. Projector screen par movie ka koi scene chal raha tha, par us kamre mein sirf unki nangi saansein, doodhon ke chusne ki wet aawaazein aur Trupti ki be-sharm moans goonj rahi thin.
Poore pandrah minute tak yeh nanga, dehakta hua toofan chalta raha. Aryan uske doodhon ko noch raha tha, chaat raha tha, aur neeche se ungliyon se uski choot ki aag ko aasmaan par pohncha raha tha. Trupti ek violent orgasm ke bilkul kagaar par khadi thi, uska poora badan tharthara raha tha.
Trrr… Trrr… Trrr…
Achanak center table par rakha Trupti ka phone poori taakat se vibrate hone laga.
Screen par ringtone ki loud tune andhere kamre ke sannate ko cheer gayi.
Roshni chamki: Abhay Calling.
Woh naam screen par chamakte hi, jaise dono ke saron par barf ka khaulta hua paani gir gaya ho. Ek hi second mein poori garmi, poora nasha bilkul freeze ho gaya.
Trupti ki aankhein phat gayin. Uska dil dharak kar seedha gale mein aa gaya. Uski chhaatiyan, jo abhi tak Aryan ke muh aur haathon mein thin, tezi se upar-neeche hone lagin. Ek pal ke andar reality uske chehre par tamache ki tarah padi — Main yeh kya kar rahi hoon? Yeh main kiske neeche nangi padi hoon?
Usne poori taakat lagakar Aryan ke dono kandhon ko pakda aur use apne upar se jhatke se peeche dhakka de diya.




Ruko… Aryan, bas karo! Hatto!” Trupti ki aawaaz mein ek achanak darr, ghabraahat aur sharm thi.

Aryan sofa par peeche gira, uski white shirt ke aage ke saare buttons khule the, saans buri tarah phooli hui thi, aur uski jeans ke andar uska lund tanaav se kapda phaadne ko tayyar tha. Uski ungliyan abhi bhi Trupti ke choot ke paani se chamak rahi thin.
“Trupti… please… phone ignore karo na…” Aryan ne aage badh kar gidgidaate hue uske haath ko pakadne ki koshish ki, uski aankhon mein be-inteha hawas aur desperation thi. “Bas thodi der aur… hum itne kareeb hain… please didi…”
“Maine kaha na, nahi!” Trupti ne tezi se sofa se uth kar apne bikhre hue kapde floor se uthana shuru kiya.
Uske haath buri tarah kaanp rahe the. Ek pal pehle tak jo nasha use aasmaan par uda raha tha, woh achanak ek zehreelay, thande guilt mein badal chuka tha. Phone par Abhay ka naam dekh kar use sudden realization hua ki woh hadd se bohot aage nikal chuki thi. Yeh koi harmless flirt ya thoda sa tease nahi tha — woh seedha-seedha apne mangetar ko cheat kar chuki thi. Woh kisi doosre 19 saal ke ladke ke aage nangi hokar usse apne doodh chuswa rahi thi aur uski ungliyon par apni choot ka paani baha rahi thi. Cheating ka yeh kaala ehsaas uske gale ko jakad raha tha.
Usne jhatke se apni bra theek ki, dono stano ko andar karke kapda kheenchey, aur peach top ko sar ke upar se daal kar pehan liya. Dress ko jhatpat kheench kar apni jaanghon par neeche kiya. Baal bikhre hue the, aur hoth Aryan ke daanton aur jeebh se sooj kar bilkul laal pad chuke the.
“Bas karo, Aryan. Hum bohot aage nikal gaye the… yeh bilkul galat ho gaya hai,” Trupti ne thartharaati aawaaz mein kaha, bina Aryan ki aankhon mein dekhe. “Mujhe turant hostel nikalna hai. Ek second bhi yahan nahi rukungi.”
Aryan uth kar khada hua, uska chehra utar chuka tha, par uski jawan bhookh abhi bhi shaant nahi hui thi. Usne aage aakar Trupti ki kohni pakad li. “Lekin Trupti… hum dono chahte the yeh. Aapne khud mujhe ijaazat di thi…”
“Maine kaha na, bas!” Trupti ne apna haath jhatak kar aawaaz thodi sakht ki, halanki uski taangein abhi bhi tanaav aur adhoore orgasm ki wajah se kaanp rahi thin. “Ek lafz aur nahi sunna mujhe. Chalo yahan se.”
Aryan ne ek lambi, bhaari saans li, apna sar dono haathon se pakda, aur na-chahte hue bhi apni shirt ke buttons band kiye aur jeans ko adjust kiya. Uska lund abhi bhi shaant nahi hua tha, par Trupti ka badla hua chehra dekh kar woh samajh gaya tha ki ab zabardasti ka koi faayda nahi tha.
Dono bina ek doosre se ek lafz boley lift se neeche utre.
Road par aakar Aryan ne ek auto bulaya. Poore raste dono ke beech ek pathar jaisi, bhaari khamoshi chhayi rahi. Trupti ne khidki ke bahar dekhte hue apne hothon ko kaat rakha tha. Uske dimaag mein Abhay ka chehra, uska 'Go have fun' wala text, aur Aryan ke gande lafz — 'Didi mujhe yeh kabse karna tha' — aapas mein takra rahe the. Uski choot abhi bhi geeli thi, par uske dil par ek bhaari pathar aa gira tha.
Hostel gate ke thoda pehle auto ruka.
Aryan ne dheemi aawaaz mein mud kar kaha, “Trupti… main sorry bolna chahta tha…”
Trupti ne bina uski taraf dekhe, bas tote bag kandhe par daala aur flat aawaaz mein kaha, “Mujhe kuch nahi sunna abhi.”
Woh tezi se auto se utri aur hostel ke gate ke andar chali gayi, uske peeche ek aisi adhoori, dehakti hui aag aur kaala guilt chhoot gaya tha jo ab uske dimaag ko din-raat jalane wala tha.



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