Adultery SHIKARI KA KHEL

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Neha ki umar kareeb 29 saal ki thi. Manoj ke saath uski shaadi-shuda zindagi hansi-khushi kat rahi thi. Neha ke do bachche bhi the — badi beti Manoj ki thi, par chhota beta Rohan ki shakal Manoj se bilkul nahi milti. Rohan apne papa se zyada pados ke Sameer se jyada milta tha. Neha ne teen saal pehle ek badi private company mein assistant manager ke taur par join kiya tha. Lekin in hi teen saalon mein woh assistant se head of team tak pahunch chuki thi. Itni kam umr mein itni taraqqi dekh kar baaki staff yeh kehte the ki Neha apne boss Mr. Randhawa ki "chat ti hai." Par yeh bilkul galat ilzaam tha. Neha apne boss ki nahi chat'ti thi, balki chatwaati thi.
Parso ki hi baat hai. Neha office ke watchman se apni gand masalwaa ke biometric attendance laga hi rahi thi ki Mr. Randhawa aake bole — "Neha, ek client ke saath meeting hai Grand Hotel mein. Tum bhi mere saath chalo."
Neha aur uske boss car se hotel pahunche. Room ke andar pahunch ke dono ne apne kapde utaare aur Neha bed pe kutiya banke apni gand upar kar di. Mr. Randhawa apne ghutnon pe aake Neha ki gori-gori gand chatne laga. Neha ki gori gand mein right side pe jo til tha, usse chikoti kaat te hue gand ke ched mein apni jeebh ghusaake chatne laga.
"Arrey waah, today you taste so delicious, aj teri gand se bahut badhia flavour arhi hai" Mr. Randhawa ne kaha.
"Sirf aapke liye hi, sir," Neha ne masti se jawab diya. "Aaj maine toilet ke baad gand dhoya hi nahi. Sirf tissue se poch diya tha... taaki aap poora swad utha sakein."
"That's why you are my best employee," Randhawa bola, "jo apne boss ka har tarah se khayaal rakhe."
"Aahh... ji... sirrr..." Neha ki siski nikli.
Kuch der baad Neha apni gori gand matkaate hue apne boss ke lund pe gand ghisne lagi. Aur kuch hi minute mein uska paani nikal gaya. Mr. Randhawa thak ke bed pe let gaya aur Neha ne apne boss ke liye cigarette jalaayi.
"Mujh jaise hoor ko nanga karke kuch bhi nahi kiya," Neha ne shikayat ki. "Aap bilkul waste ho. Kuch lete kyun nahi?"
"Iss umar mein kuch kaam nahi deta, meri darling," Randhawa ne kaha. "Par tujhe main ragad ke chodna chahta hoon... pehle ki tarah. Par uss accident ke baad toh sab khatam ho gaya."
"Toh kuch kariye, tab jaake chod paayenge," Neha ne kaha. "Nahi toh meri jawaani barbaad hai."
"Teri jawaani barbaad kaise hogi, randi?" Randhawa ne muskuraate hue kaha. "Tere toh hazaaron aashiq hain. Tune toh apne padosi ko bhi nahi chhoda. Aur mere office ka woh saala watchman — usko kitni baar gand di hai tune?"
"Hi hi... aapko kyun bataun..." Neha ne sharmaate hue kaha.
"Tujhe main chod nahi pata toh kya hua?" Randhawa bola. "Main tere saamne tujhe chudwaunga... aur aise ragad ke chudwaunga na, tu bhool nahi paayegi."
"Matlab?" Neha ne poochha.
"Matlab yeh ki tu raazi hai toh main tere liye aadmi laaunga... umm, do nahi... tere badan ki garmi ke hisaab se teen theek rahenge."
"Acha... hi hi..." Neha ne muskuraate hue kaha, lund sehlaate hue. "Par usmein aapka kya fayda?"
"Fayda yeh hai, meri randi," Randhawa ne kaha, "ki tujhe main randi ki tarah chodte hue dekhunga. Log video mein porn dekh ke hilate hain... main live dekh ke hilunga...tu konsi pornstar se kam he..." Ye kehte hue apni cigarette ko Neha ki nipple me masal diya jisse Neha sisak gayi.
"Acha..." Neha ne kaha, apni ungliyon se uske lund ko sehlaate hue. "Toh kab kar rahe ho meri samuhik chudai...?"
"Tu dekhti jaa..." Mr. Randhawa ne kaha.
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Business meeting shuru ho chuki thi. Conference room mein table ke charon taraf log baithe the. Mr. Randhawa ki nazar baar-baar Sunil ki biwi Rakhi par ja rahi thi. Woh black saree mein thi. gehra cleavage uske sleevless blouse cum bra se bahut achi tarha dikh rahi thi. sensual black, jo uski gori jawani ko aur bhi chamkila bana raha tha. Saree ke andar sirf ek black bra thi, aur uski chuchiyan... oh, uski chuchiyan Neha se bhi badi thi. Har saans ke saath woh ubhar ke aati thi, jaise koi invitation ho.
Sunil whisky ki ek aur peg laga raha tha, apne business plans ke baare mein bolte hue. Randhawa ne notice kiya ki Rakhi bore ho rahi thi. Kuch der mein usne table se uthke bahar nikalne ka faisla kiya.
"Excuse me," usne kaha, aur wahan se chali gayi.
Kuch hi der mein Randhawa ne dekha — Rakhi ek handsome mard se baat kar rahi thi, lounge area mein. Woh has rahi thi, aur uske haath us mard ke shoulders pe the. Flirtatious touch. Randhawa ne apni glass neeche rakhi. Randhawa socha kash iss boring Sunil ki bak bak se ajad ho aur uski biwi ke sath wo aise baat karrha hota. Phir usne dekha —Rakhi jis ajnabee se baat karrhi thi dono saath mein washroom ki corridor ki taraf chale gaye.
Randhawa ko kuch ajeeb sa laga. Udhar Sunil abhi bhi kisi aur se baat mein busy tha. Randhawa ne kaha, apki wife bahut time se dikh nahi Rahi. Ap idhar ho aur apki wife ko akele chod diya it's not fair.
Sunil- Meri wife apni entertainment khud dekh leti he...usse meri jarurat nahi hoti Mr.Randhawa.
Randhawa bola "Main abhi aaya," aur wo bhi Rakhi jis taraf gayi thi ussi taraf peeche-peeche chala gaya.
Gents washroom ke bahar woh ruka. Andar se awaazein aa rahi thi — halki si, par distinct. Randhawa ne kaan lagaya.
"Aahhh..." ek aadmi ki awaaz thi, "aap toh bahut khoobsurat ho."
"Aur tum bahut daring ho," Rakhi ki awaaz mein woh jaan thi. "Mere pati bas do minute ke doori pe baitha hai."
"Toh?" us aadmi ne kaha. "Mujhe toh bas aapki yeh... yeh mast chuchiyan chahiye."
Randhawa ne dheere se darwaza khola. Andar ye scene tha — Rakhi mirror ke saamne khadi thi, aur woh anjaan mard peeche se uske blouse ke hook khol raha tha. Black bra strap dikh rahi thi.
"Aahh..." Rakhi ki siski nikli jab usne bra ke upar se uski chuchiyan masalni shuru ki. "Dheere... dhire... bahut jaldi he tujhe...."
"Saali, kya mamme hain teri..." us aadmi ne kaha, aur uski bra neeche ki. Do bade, gol, pink nipples wale breasts azad ho gaye. 
Rakhi ne ek thappad lagay us admi ko aur boli" aap aur madam se sidha saali" Saali ab mujhe mat rok tu bhi yehi chahti he ..teri ankho me dekha he, Khajaaunga main inhe... chap chap..."
Woh peeche se uski gardan chumne laga, haath uski chuchiyon pe ghoom rahe the. Rakhi ne apni gand uske lund pe ragadni shuru ki.
"Tumhara toh main naam bhi nahi jaanti," Rakhi ne kaha, "par dekho... kitni besharam hoon... apni choot marwa rahi hoon tumse..."
"Naam me kya rakha he...jaise mene tujhe naam diya he ameer ghar ki chinal aurat tu bhi mujhe kuch nam dede." usne kaha, aur ek haath uski peticoat ke andar ghusaya. 
"Ab naam rehne de saandh bas pehle mujhe pel de..."
Rakhi ne ek pal ke liye rukke kaha, "Idhar koi bhi aa ke dekh lega... andar koi toilet compartment mein chalte hain na..."
Us aadmi ne muskuraate hue kaha, "Sahi kaha... yahan se zyada safe wahi hoga..."
Dono dheere se ek toilet compartment ki taraf badhe. Andar jaake usne darwaza band kiya, poori tarah se band nahi hua, par kaafi hadd tak band tha. Ab woh dono ek chhote se space mein the, aur Randhawa iss mouke ka fyda utha ke washroom ke andar ghus gaya.
"Ab bata..." us aadmi ne Rakhi ki choti pakdi aur kaha, "kaise karne he?"
"Koi plan nahi tha," Rakhi ne kaha, "par tumhari aankhein... woh mujhe bata rahi thi ki tum kya soch rahe ho."
"Main soch raha tha..ki..." usne kaha, aur Rakhi ki bra ki strap kholdiya, "ki main in mast chuchiyon ko kaise chakhoon..."
Woh ghutnon pe baith gaya aur Rakhi ki ek chuchi apne muh mein le li. "Mmm... kya taste hai..."
"Aahh... hmmm..." Rakhi ne apna sir peeche ki taraf jhuka diya, door ke sahaare. "Chat lo... poori tarah se..."
Woh pehli chuchi ko choosta raha, phir dusri pe gaya. Rakhi ki bra abhi bhi neeche latki hui thi, uski chuchiyan poori tarah se azad thi. Us aadmi ne dono haathon se unhe masla, unhe dabocha aur chaata.
"Ab meri baari..." Rakhi ne kaha, aur usne uski pant ki zip kholi, aur andar se ek mota, lamba lund baahar nikla.
"Ooh.... Wow.....tumhari shakal ke hisab se kuch jyada bada aur mota nahi he ye" Rakhi ne kaha, aur usse haath mein pakad liya. "Yeh toh bahut bada hai..."
"Tere liye perfect size hai," usne kaha, aur uska sir apne lund ki taraf dhakka dediya.
Rakhi ne muskuraate hue uska lund apne muh mein liya. Woh dheere dheere usse choosne lagi, zubaan se uski tip ghuma rahi thi.
"Saali... kya maza aa raha hai..." usne kaha, aur uska sir pakad ke zor se apne lund pe dhakka diya. "Poora le andar..."
Rakhi ne poora lund apne gale tak liya. Uski aankhein paani se bhar gayin, par woh rukki nahi. Woh usse choosti rahi, upar neeche kar rahi thi.
Randhawa bahar se sab dekh raha tha. Uske haath apne trouser ke upar the. Woh apne aap ko sambhal nahi pa raha tha. Usne bagal wale toilet compartment ka darwaza dheere se khola, andar ghusa, aur toilet seat ke upar chadh gaya. Upar se woh dono ko dekh sakta tha.
Rakhi upar se puni nangi thi. Black panty mein woh ajnabee mard ke saamne khadi thi. Usne uski panty ek side ki, aur woh anjaan mard ne apna lund nikaala — lamba, mota, aur bilkul kadak.
"Ooh..Geeli hai... pehle se hi...." Rakhi ne kaha jab usne uski choot mein ungli daali.
"Kyunki tu randi hai," usne kaha, aur usko turn karke toilet pot ke saamne jhuka diya. "Apni gand upar kar..."
Rakhi ne waisa hi kiya. Usne apne haath toilet seat pe rakhe, aur woh peeche se uski choot mein apna lund daal diya.
"Aahhh... dhire... bahut mota hai..." Rakhi ki cheekh nikli, par woh cheekh excitement ki thi. "Chodo... zor se chodo..."
"Teri choot bahut tight hai," usne kaha, aur dhakke dene laga. "Shadi-shuda aurat... hotel ke washroom mein... kisi stranger se..."
"Haan..." Rakhi ne kaha, "main hoon randi... ab chup chap chod mujhe..."
Randhawa upar se dekh raha tha, aur apna lund haath mein leke hilane laga. Uske liye yeh sirf sex nahi tha — yeh shikaar tha. Woh jaanta tha ki yeh mard khaas tha.
Niche, Rakhi ki chuchiyan paseene se geeli hogyi aur toilet seat mein takra raheen thi har dhakke ke saath. Us aadmi ne uski ek chuchi pakdi aur zor se masala. "Aane wala hoon..."
"Andar mat..." Rakhi ne kaha, "mere muh pe..."
Usne apna lund nikaala, aur Rakhi ne ghutnon pe baithke uska lund apne muh mein liya. Kuch hi second mein woh jhad gaya — Rakhi ke chehre pe, uske chuchi pe.
"Shukriya, madam," usne kaha, aur apni lund pe lage ras ko Rakhi ke gal pe ghiske saf kiya aur apne kapde theek karke chala gaya.
Rakhi ne mirror mein dekha. Uske chehre pe us stranger ka maal tha. Usne sare maal ko apni ungli se nikala aur sab chat gayi. Mirror me dekhte hue muskuraake usne, lipstick lagi, aur bahar nikli.
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Rakhi ke jaane ke baad, Karan corridor mein khada phone dekh raha tha. Usne abhi apni shirt theek ki thi, baal set kiye the.
"Impressive," ek awaaz aayi.
Karan ne mudke dekha. Mr. Randhawa saaye se nikle, unke haath mein whisky ki glass thi.
"Main... woh bas..." Karan ne shuru kiya.
"Arrey, relax," Randhawa ne kaha, aur paas aake uske shoulder pe haath rakha. "Main koi judge nahi hoon. Main toh bas... impressed hoon."
"Impressed?" Karan ne poochha.
Randhawa ne kaha, "Maine dekha tumhe. Uss aurat ke saath. Tumhari confidence, tumhara style... woh jaanti thi ki woh shadi-shuda hai, phir bhi tumne usse convince kiya. Aur jo tumne andar kiya... woh technique..."
Karan ne hairani se kaha, "Aap dekh rahe the?"
"Upar se," Randhawa ne muskuraate hue kaha. "Main dekhna pasand karta hoon. Live action. Mere liye yeh... yeh art hai."
Karan ne haath badhaya. "Main Karan hoon. Actually yahan kisi distant relative ki shaadi mein aaya hoon."
"Karan," Randhawa ne naam liya, jaise taste kar raha ho. "Strong naam. Strong personality. Main Randhawa hoon."
Dono ne haath milaya. Randhawa ne kaha, "Whiskey ?"
"Kyun nahi," Karan ne kaha.
Dono lounge mein baithe. Randhawa ne do glass mein whiskey daali. "Toh Karan, tum karte kya ho?"
"Marketing mein hoon," Karan ne kaha. "Par actually... main jaan pehchaan ke through projects karta hoon. Aaj kal koi bhi permanent nahi rakhna chahta... same energy applies to personal life bhi."
Randhawa ne muskuraate hue kaha, "Samajh gaya. Commitment issues nahi... options pasand hain."
"Bilkul," Karan ne kaha, aur sip liya.
Kuch der ki casual baat cheet ke baad, Randhawa ne apna glass neeche rakha. "Ab main seedhi baat karta hoon, Karan, Uss bathroom mein jo tumne kiya...main chahta hoon ki woh art main phir se dekhoon."
"Matlab?" Karan ne poochha.
"Matlab yeh," Randhawa ne kaha, "ki mere paas ek aurat hai. Neha. Gori, slim, experienced... aur woh aisi hai jo kisi bhi mard ko khush kar sakti hai."
Karan ne eyebrow raise kiya. "Toh?"
"Toh yeh," Randhawa ne paas aake kaha, "ki main chahta hoon ki tum kal raat mere farmhouse pe aao. Aur Neha ko... wohi karo jo tum uss Rakhi ke saath kar rahe the."
Karan ne confused hoke kaha, "Aap bhi...?"
"Main dekhunga," Randhawa ne seedha kaha. "Samne baithe ke. Openly. Tum dono bed pe... aur main ek chair pe. Dekhunga. Aur... hilauga."
Karan ne thoda socha. "Aur Neha... usko manzoor hai?"
"Neha ko pata hai," Randhawa ne kaha. "Aur uske liye yeh exciting hoga ki do mard usse ek saath enjoy kar rahe hain... ek physically, ek visually."
Karan ne muskuraate hue kaha, "Interesting setup hai. Thoda different... par exciting bhi."
"Toh?" Randhawa ne poochha.
" Honestly speaking mne bahut sare aise kand kiye he par personal level pe piya he. Kabhi aisa mere sath hua nahi. Aur apko me pichle sirf 5 min se hi janta hu....so I feel a little hesitate.
Randhawa ne sidha apni mobile se Neha ki adhi nangi photo nikal ke Karan ke samne rakhdi.
"Main ready hoon," Karan ne kaha. "Agar Neha itni khaas hai jitna aap keh rahe ho... toh main aur zyada nahi sochunga. Aap samne baithenge... main performance doonga."
Randhawa ne muskuraate hue kaha, "Perfect. Kal raat. 9 baje. Mera driver tumhe pick up karega. Aur haan... main sirf dekhunga. Tumhara poora focus Neha pe hona chahiye. Usse woh experience do jo woh deserve karti hai."
"Woh toh main dunga hi," Karan ne confident hoke kaha. "Aap bas apni chair tayyar rakhenga... aur enjoy karna."
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Sham ka waqt tha. Neha ke phone pe Randhawa ka message aaya: "Aaj raat farmhouse. 9 baje. Khaas guest hai. Tayyar rehna."
Neha ne muskuraate hue message padha. Usse pata tha ki yeh koi aam meeting nahi hai. Woh bathroom mein gayi.
Nahaane se pehle usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha. Uski skin bilkul gori thi — milk jaisi, soft. Usne apni nighty utaari. Ab woh bilkul nangi thi.
Uski chuchiyan perfect size ki thi — bade, gol, pink nipples ke saath. Uski kamar slim thi, par neeche se uski gand... woh badi, white, aur perfectly round thi. Right ass cheek pe ek chhota sa til tha — jaise koi signature ho. Uske haath neeche gaye , wahan bilkul clean tha, shave kiya hua. Ek bhi baal nahi. Uski janghein lambi, sexy, aur toned thi.
Neha ne shower on kiya. Garam paani uske badan pe girne laga. Woh apne upar soap lagane lagi, pehle gale pe, phir chuchiyon pe, unhe massage karti hui. Soap ke bubbles uske badan pe the. Usne peeche haath lagaya, apni gand pe soap lagaya. Woh til ab bhi dikh raha tha.
Uski peeth lambi, sexy, aur curved thi. Paani uski peeth se neeche beh raha tha, choot ki taraf, janghon ki taraf.
Nahaane ke baad usne towel liya. Usne apne gile lambe baal poche. Phir usne apna badan pochna shuru kiya. Pehle chehra, phir gale, phir chuchiyan. Phir usne apni kamar, apni gand, apni janghein pochi. Towel gila ho gaya tha.
Kapde pehne se pehle usne mirror mein khud ko dekha — bilkul nangi, gili, chudne keliye tayar.
Neha ne apni almari kholi. Kuch der sochne ke baad usne ek saree nikaali , deep wine colour, velvet texture. Yeh colour uski gori skin ke saath perfect match karega.
Usne pehle matching bra aur panty pehni, deep wine colour ki lace wali. Phir usne petticoat jo uske moti gori gand ko perfectly pakad ke rakha. saree ke pallu ko seedha shoulder pe rakha. Velvet ka fabric uske curves ko highlight kar raha tha chuchiyan, kamar, gand. Sab kuch perfect dikh raha tha.
Usne apna necklace pehna — gold ka, black beads ke saath. Yeh uske cleavage pe latka raha tha, chuchiyon ke beech. Uske maang mein woh laal line usse aur bhi married, aur bhi sexy bana rahi thi.
Shaam ko 8 baje. Manoj drawing room mein TV dekh raha tha.
"Main nikal rahi hoon," Neha ne kaha, purse haath mein liye.
"Kahan?" Manoj ne poochha,tv se bina nazre hataye.
"Office mein extra meeting hai," Neha ne kaha. "Important client hai. Randhawa sir ne personally bola hai."
Manoj ne kuch nahi kaha. Usse pata tha ki Neha ki job important hai. "Theek hai. Der ho toh phone kar dena."
Neha ne ek pal ke liye socha, uska pati jaanta nahi tha ki uski biwi kya karne wali thi. Woh ek aurat thi jo apne boss ki randi ban chuki thi. Aur aaj raat... ek aur mard usse chodega, aur uska boss dekhke hilaega.
"Main aa jaungi," usne kaha, aur darwaze se bahar nikli.
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9 baje farmhouse ki driveway pe ek car ruki. Neha bahar nikli. Randhawa darwaze pe khade the.
"Karan aa chuka hai," Randhawa ne kaha, aur uska haath pakad ke andar le gaye.
Drawing room mein ek aadmi khada tha. Tall, athletic build, confident stance. Neha ne pehli nazar mein jaan liya — yeh wohi tha jiski Randhawa baat kar raha tha.
"Neha," Randhawa ne kaha, "yeh Karan hain. Karan, yeh Neha hai... meri best employee."
Karan ne Neha ko dekha — uski saree, uski cleavage se nazar nahi hat rahi thi. "Tum... tum bahut khoobsurat ho."
Neha ne muskuraate hue kaha, "Shukriya. Aap bhi... impressive lag rahe ho."
Randhawa ne ek armchair kheenchi — samne, bed ke paas. "Main yahan baithunga," unhone kaha. "Tum dono... shuru karo jab ready ho."
Drawing room mein soft music chal raha tha. Dim lights, scented candles. Neha sofa pe baithi thi, Karan uske bagal mein. Randhawa samne ki armchair pe baithe the, unke haath mein whisky ka glass.
"Toh Karan," Neha ne kaha, apni wine ki sip lete hue, "aap kya karte hain?"
"Marketing," Karan ne kaha. "Par actually... main jaan pehchaan ke through projects karta hoon. Aaj kal permanent koi nahi rakhna chahta."
"Samajh sakti hoon," Neha ne muskuraate hue kaha. "Meri job bhi aisi hi thi... pehle. Phir Randhawa sir ne mujhe promote kiya."
Randhawa ne kaha, "Neha mein talent tha. Bas use sahi direction dene ki zaroorat thi."
Karan ne Neha ki taraf dekha. "Talent toh ab bhi hai. Yeh jo confidence hai... yeh jo....(chuchi) aura hai..."
Neha ne apna glass neeche rakha. "Aur tum mein kya hai Karan? Randhawa sir ne kaha tha ki tum mein kuch khaas hai."
"Main jaanta hoon ki aurat ko kya chahiye," Karan ne kaha, aur paas aake uske haath pe apna haath rakha. "Main dekh ke jaan jaata hoon... ki kaunsi aurat kitni wild hai andar."
Neha ne uski aankhon mein dekha. "Toh tum mujhe dekh ke kya samajh rahe ho?"
"Main dekh raha hoon ki tum ek shadi shuda aurat ho," Karan ne kaha, "husband aur family ke sath khus ho, par tumhare ander ek ....ek....karan jhijhak raha tha next word bolne me , tabhi Randhawa bola" the word you looking for is Randi my friend "
"Ha...wahi r...randi ...jo bahar aana chahti hai. Saree pehna hai... par yeh nangi hone keliye pehna he, aur tumhara ye ankhe tumhe aur bhi sexy bana raha hai."
Neha ne muskuraate hue kaha, "hmm... impressive"
Kuch aur whiskey, kuch aur baatein. Neha ki cheek pe blush aa raha tha. Karan ka haath ab uski kamar pe tha, velvet saree ke upar se.
"Yeh fabric bahut soft hai," Karan ne kaha.
"Andar jo hai woh aur bhi soft hai," Neha ne kaha.
Randhawa ne apna glass uthaya. "Main bedroom mein intezaar karunga."
Woh uthke chale gaye. Neha aur Karan akele the.
Karan ne Neha ka haath pakda. Aur uske aur kareeb aya. Neha ke neck ke paas ake uski badan ki khusboo se pagal hogya. Ab Karan sidha attack kiya Neha ke raseele honth pe. Neha bhi uska sath dene lagi dono kareeb 3 minute tak ek dusre ki lips chus rahe the. Fir Karan khada hua aur Neha ko godi me utha raha tha ki 
"Ek minute," Neha ne kaha. apna phone nikaala. Manoj ko message kiya: "Meeting lambi chalegi. Tum bacho ke sath dinner karke so Jana, don't wait for me." 
Phir woh Karan ki taraf mudi. "Ab chalo."
Bedroom bada tha, king-size bed center mein. Randhawa ek armchair pe baithe the, samne. Unhone apna drink rakha, aur comfortable hoke baithe.
Neha bed ke paas gayi. Karan uske peeche tha.