Adultery Bechara Pati

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[Danish Mukharji]

Part 30

Mai wahi bed ke kinare baitha tha, Savita ke sawal ne jaise mujhe ekdum se jaga diya. Woh dono mard toh poori tarah se nange hi so gaye the, thakaan se unki saansein bhaari ho rahi thi. Par Savita? Woh bilkul fresh lag rahi thi, jaise abhi uska asli kaam shuru hua ho.




Mere dimaag mein woh din wapas aa gaya... hamari shaadi ka pehla raat. Hum donon ek dusre ke saath pehli baar the, main nervous tha, Savita bhi. Par usne mujhe kuch aisa bataya tha jo maine aaj tak kisi se nahi kaha.

"Vikram, suno. Main tumhe ek baat batana chahti hoon. Main sirf ek normal ladki nahi hoon. Main undercover police hoon. Par abhi main deactivate mode mein hoon. Jab zarurat hogi, tabhi activate houngi. Aur jab woh din aayega, tumhe meri madad karni padegi. Koi sawal nahi, bas trust karna."

Maine us waqt socha tha ki shayad woh mazak kar rahi hai. Ya phir shaadi ke pehle ki nervousness hai. Par uski aankhon mein woh seriousness thi... jo aaj phir se wapas aa gayi thi.

Jab Savita ne mujhe woh sawal pucha - "Mobile se number check kiya? Wo police wale ka?" - tab jaise ek puzzle ke pieces fit hone lage. Yehi woh moment tha. Yehi woh activation thi. Usne mujhe indirectly signal diya tha ki ab hamara asli mission shuru hona hai.




Maine apna mobile uthaya. Screen ki roshni andheri room mein thodi si chamak rahi thi. Maine gallery mein woh photo khola... jisme us corrupt police officer ka number tha. Woh din yaad aaya jab usne mera passport cheen liya tha, dhamki di thi. Usne kaha tha ki agar main kuch bhi ulta seedha kiya toh passport ko aag laga dega.

"Ye lo," maine Savita ko phone diya, screen par number dikhate hue. "Yeh hai woh number. Inspector Raghav ka."

Savita ne phone liya, uski aankhen focused ho gayi. Woh ab woh same Savita nahi thi jo kuch der pehle tak chains mein jhulti hui moan kar rahi thi. Uske chehre par woh professional cop wala expression aa gaya tha. Woh ekdum serious ho gayi, jaise koi switch on ho gaya ho.

Usne screen shot liya, phir apna khud ka phone nikala. Maine dekha ki usne ek encrypted app khola... shayad police ka internal communication system tha. Usne number type kiya, aur kuch details add ki.

"This is Officer Savita reporting. Suspect identified. Location: Farmhouse, coordinates sent. Request immediate backup. High-profile corruption case. Passport racket involved. Suspects currently unconscious."

Usne message bhej diya. Phir ek aur call ki... whisper mein baat ki. "Sir, activate kar diya hai. Mere husband ne number provide kiya. Haan, woh officer Raghav hi hai jisne us din protest mein passport liye the. Full network expose hoga isse."

Main bas dekhta raha. Mere dimaag mein sab kuch ghoom raha tha. Itne dinon se... itne months se jo kuch bhi ho raha tha, woh sab ek cover tha? Savita ka Amjad ke saath affair, Shakil ke saath mountain par sex, Samar ke saath farmhouse par yeh sab... kya yeh sab sach mein sirf investigation tha?





Par uski aankhen... woh toh sach mein enjoy kar rahi thi na? Woh moans, woh screams, woh double penetration mein jo usne kaha... "Aur zor se"... woh sab acting tha?

Nahi... mujhe pata tha. Maine Savita ko itne saalon se dekha tha. Woh jo pleasure feel kar rahi thi... woh real tha. Par uske saath saath, uska professional side bhi active tha. Woh donon cheezein ek saath kar sakti thi. Yahi toh uski specialty thi.

"Tumhe darr nahi laga?" Maine dheere se pucha.

Savita ne mujhe dekha, muskurayi. "Darr? Kabhi nahi. Main trained hoon Vikram. Par haan, tumhari wajah se aaj yeh possible hua. Agar tum mera saath nahi dete, agar tum yeh sab observe nahi karte... toh Shakil aur Samar pe kabhi bharosa nahi kar paati. Unhone mujhe accept kiya because tumne mujhe beja tha. Tumhara involvement hi mera cover tha."

Main samajh gaya. Main uska jadugar tha. Ek impotent husband jo apni biwi ko dusron ke saath sex karwata hai... yeh perfect cover tha. Koi bhi police officer pe shak nahi karega.

"Ab kya hoga?" Maine pucha.





"Bas do minute," Savita ne kaha. Usne jaldi se apne kapde uthaye. Woh nangi hi room mein ghoom rahi thi, par ab uske movements mein woh sensuality nahi thi... sirf urgency thi. Uske pas jo bhi sexy kapade the wahi pahan liya usne...

Maine dekha ki woh time pe dress ho gayi. Perfect timing.

Bahar se car ki awaaz aayi. Blue and red lights ki chamak window se andar aa rahi thi. Police aa gayi thi.

Savita ne ek baar mirror mein dekha, apne baal theek kiye, aur phir mujhe dekha. "Ready ho? Ab hamara asli kaam shuru hota hai. Tum witness ho, main officer. Shakil aur Samar ko arrest karna hai... unke corrupt nexus ke saath. Aur haan, tumhara passport bhi wapas milega."

Main khada hua. Mere haath kaap rahe the. Itne dinon se jo kuch bhi dekha tha... ab uska asli matlab samajh mein aa raha tha. Main sirf ek "bechara pati" nahi tha... main ek police operation ka hissa tha.

Aur Savita? Woh sirf meri biwi nahi thi... woh ek undercover officer thi jo apne jism ka istemal karke, apni sexuality ka istemal karke, ek bade crime network ko expose karne wali thi.





Room ke andar ab tak Shakil aur Samar ki kharraatein aa rahi thi. Woh bewakoof nange so rahe the... pata bhi nahi tha ki unka game khatam ho chuka tha.

Savita ne door ki taraf kadam badhaye. Police ki knocking ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Usne ek baar peeche mudkar mujhe dekha... uski aankhon mein wohi tez nazar thi jo Shakil ki aankhon mein hoti thi. Par ab woh hamare against thi.

"Chalo Vikram," usne kaha. "Showtime."

Door khola toh chaar police officers andar ghus gaye. Unke haath mein dande the, aur pistols side mein latkaye hue the. Unke chehre par seriousness thi... woh professional operation ki tarah move kar rahe the.

"Hands up! Nobody move!" Senior officer ne bola, apna pistol nikaalte hue.

Shakil aur Samar ne aankhen kholi. Pehle toh woh samajh nahi paye ki kya ho raha hai. Unka dimaag abhi tak sex ke nashe mein tha... poori raat ki thakaan se unki aankhen band thi. Jab woh uthne lage, tab unhe realize hua ki woh bilkul nange hain... aur police unke saamne khadi hai.

"Kya... kya ho raha hai?" Shakil ne ghabraate hue pucha. Usne bedsheet pakadne ki koshish ki, par ek police constable ne uska haath kick kar diya.

"Chup! Seedha khada ho ja!" Officer ne gussa se kaha.





Samar bhi uthne laga. Usne apne kapde dhoondne ki koshish ki... par uski jeans aur shirt door ke kone mein padi thi. Woh bhaagne ki koshish karke door ki taraf bhaga, par do officers ne uska haath pakad liya.

"Bhaagne ki koshish?" Ek officer ne kaha, aur usne apna danda Samar ke pairo par maara.

"Ahh! Bhenchod!" Samar chillaya, girte hue. Usne apne ghutne pakad liye, pain se uska chehra laal ho gaya.

Shakil bhi kuch karne ki koshish ki. Woh apni doctor wali authority dikhaane laga... "Tum jaante nahi ho main kaun hoon? Main Dr. Shakil Khan hoon... main is sheher ka jaana maana gynecologist hoon. Tumhari itni himmat?"

Par police officers ne uski baat suni hi nahi. Senior officer ne ishaara kiya, aur do constables ne Shakil ke haath peeche karke usse bed se uthaaya. Woh bilkul nanga tha... uska lund abhi bhi half-erect tha, raat ki activity ki wajah se. Yeh dekhkar officers ne andar andar muskura rahe the par samne... sirf professional rehte hue unhe pakad liya.

"Tum donon ko arrest kiya jaata hai... corruption, sexual exploitation, aur passport racket ke charges mein," senior officer ne declare kiya.

Tabhi Shakil ki nazar Savita par gayi. Woh ab poori tarah se dressed thi... salwar kameez mein, baal theek kiye hue, jaise koi respectable married lady ho. Shakil ke dimaag mein sab kuch click hua... yeh setup tha. Yeh trap tha.





"Tu... tu ne ye kiya?" Shakil ne gusse se pucha. Uski aankhen laal ho gayi thi... woh janwar ban gaya tha. "Tum police ho?"

Samar bhi samajh gaya. Usne zameen par girte hue bhi Savita ko ghoorna shuru kar diya. "Saali randi! Humne tujhe itna maza diya... itna pleasure diya... aur tu humein dhoka de rahi hai?"

Savita ne calmly unki taraf dekha. Uske chehre par wohi dominant expression tha jo pehle Shakil ka tha. "Maza? Pleasure? Tum donon toh bas mere mission ka hissa the. Main Officer Savita hoon... Special Crime Branch. Aur tum donon... mere targets."

Shakil ne zor se chillaya... "Tujhe pata hai main kaun hoon? Mere contacts hain... bade bade logon se jaan pehchaan hai. Tu mera kya ukhaad legi?"

Savita ne muskuraya... wohi deadly smile. "Contacts? Jaan pehchaan? Shakil bhai... abhi abhi mere colleagues tumhare 'baap' Raghav ko bhi uthaaye hain. Same time, same operation. Unke ghar se raid chal rahi hai. Unka mobile, unka computer, sab confiscate ho chuka hai. Tumhara poora nexus expose ho chuka hai."

Shakil ka chehra zameen par gir gaya... jaise uski saari hawa nikal gayi ho. "Raghav... papa... nahi..." usne mumbling mein kaha.





Samar bhi shocked tha. "Ye... ye possible nahi hai. Raghav toh... woh toh SP rank ke hain... unka koi haath nahi pakad sakta..."

"Pakad liya," Savita ne kaha. "Aur unke mobile se jo messages aur call records mile hain... usse pata chala hai ki tum donon ne kitni auraton ko blackmail kiya hai. Kitni passports bechi hain. Kitna paisa kamaaya hai corruption se."

Shakil aur Samar ne ek dusre ko dekha. Unki aankhon mein ab darr tha... pehli baar. Woh donon police ke grip mein the, nange, bebas, aur ab unka "baap" bhi giraftaar ho chuka tha.

Par tabhi Samar ne kuch kaha... jo sun kar Savita ka chehra thoda sa change hua.

"Tu samajh rahi hai tu jeet gayi?" Samar ne zehreeli aawaz mein kaha. "Ek aadmi abhi bhi baaki hai... ek aadmi jo sab kuch jaanta hai. Jisko tumhari asli kahani pata hai. Jis din usne bol diya... tumhara game baj jayega, Officer Savita."

Savita ne uski taraf dekha. "Kaun?"

Samar ne wohi shaitani smile di... jaise uske paas abhi bhi koi trump card ho. "Usse matlab? Bas itna jaan le... woh tumse bhi zyada khatarnak hai. Aur woh tumhara peecha nahi chhodega. Yeh farmhouse, yeh raat, yeh operation... sab uske radar pe hai."

Shakil bhi samajh gaya kya kehna chahta tha Samar. Usne bhi gussa se kaha... "Ha ha... tumne humein pakad liya. Par woh... woh tumhe zinda nahi chhodega. Tumhari police ki naukri gayi, tumhara yeh cover blown ho jayega... aur tumhara 'pati'?" Usne mujhe ghoorte hue kaha... "Usse toh woh kaccha chabaa jayega."





Main ekdum se ghabra gaya. Kaun tha yeh teesra aadmi? Kaun tha jo abhi bhi baaki tha?

Savita ne calmly unki taraf dekha... par uski aankhon mein ek doubt sa tha. Woh bhi nahi jaanti thi ki yeh teesra kaun tha.

"Le jao in donon ko,"* Savita ne police officers ko kaha. "Aur haan... inke mobile, inke belongings, sab forensic ke liye bhejo. Har ek message, har ek photo, har ek video... sab evidence hai."

Police officers ne Shakil aur Samar ko uthaaya. Woh donon abhi bhi nange the... unke haath peeche handcuffs mein bandhe hue the. Unhe ghaseet te hue bahar le jaaya gaya... unke nange jism ko zameen par ragadte hue.

Main wahi khada tha... meri aankhon ke saamne yeh sab ho raha tha. Mere dimaag mein sirf ek sawal tha...

Kaun tha woh teesra aadmi?





Wahan se raat ko hum ghar aa gaye. Savita ne kaha tha ki agle din usse report karna hai headquarters mein. Main poori raat so nahi paya... mere dimaag mein woh teesre aadmi ki baat ghoom rahi thi. Kaun tha woh? Kya woh sach mein exist karta tha, ya phir Shakil aur Samar sirf daraane ki koshish kar rahe the?

Subah jab main utha, toh Savita already ready khadi thi. Par ab woh alag lag rahi thi. Usne police ki wardi pehni hui thi... khaki uniform, cap, aur uske shoulders par stars the. Woh meri wife nahi lag rahi thi... woh ek officer lag rahi thi. Authoritative, confident, aur bilkul professional.

"Chalo," usne kaha. "Tumhe bhi chalna hai. Tumhe bhi kuch introductions karwaane hain."




Maine kuch pucha nahi. Bas uske peeche chal diya. Usne apni official gyari gaadi nikali... jo pehle Shakil ki thi, par ab police ke naam par confiscate ho chuki thi. Hum donon usmein baith kar nikle.

Raaste mein koi baat nahi hui. Savita focused thi... jaise koi mission plan kar rahi ho. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki hum kahan jaa rahe hain. Headquarters toh alag direction mein tha, par yeh toh kisi aur jagah ja rahi thi.

Kareeb ek ghante baad, hum ek bade se building ke saamne pahunche. Yeh koi normal police station nahi tha... yeh CBI headquarters tha. Central Bureau of Investigation. Main ghabra gaya... yeh toh national level ki agency thi.

Savita ne mujhe andar le jaaya. Security ne usse salute kiya... "Good morning, ma'am." Woh clearly yahan ki jaani pehchaani officer thi.

Hum elevator mein gaye... top floor. Wahan ek bada sa cabin tha... glass walls, aur andar ek bada desk. Savita ne bina knock kiye hi door khola.

Andar ek aadmi khada tha... uske peeche poori Delhi ki skyline dikhti thi. Woh 40s mein lag raha tha, fit body, aur uske chehre par wohi confidence tha jo Savita mein tha. Usne uniform nahi pehni thi... instead, ek expensive suit mein tha. Par uski personality se pata chal raha tha ki yeh koi bada officer hai.

Jaise hi usne Savita ko dekha, uske chehre par ek alag sa glow aa gaya. Aisa lag raha thi jaise woh uska intezaar kar raha ho.

"Savita..." usne kaha, uski aawaz mein warmth thi.

Aur phir jo hua, woh dekh kar main shocked reh gaya.

Savita ne seedha uski taraf gayi... aur usne woh aadmi ko passionately kiss kar liya. Woh full lip-lock tha... jaise koi couple ho jo bahut dinon baad mila ho. Usne apne haath uske chehre par rakhe, aur woh kiss... woh kiss mein wohi intensity thi jo maine Shakil aur Samar ke saath dekhi thi. Shayad usse bhi zyada.

Kareeb 10-15 second tak woh kiss chala... aur main wahi khada tha, dekh raha tha. Mere dimaag mein sawal aa rahe the... yeh kaun hai? Kyun kar rahi hai yeh aisa?




Phir Savita ne usse alag kiya, aur mere taraf mudi. Uske chehre par wohi professional smile thi... jaise abhi kuch hua hi nahi ho.

"Aryan," usne kaha, "Yeh hai Vikram. Mera husband."

Aryan ne meri taraf dekha. Uske aankhon mein koi guilt nahi thi... koi sharm nahi thi. Bas ek genuine smile thi. Usne apna haath aage badhaya.

"Vikram," usne kaha, "Main Aryan hoon. CBI Special Director. Aur haan... main Savita ka... well, let's say, past hoon."

Maine uska haath milaya. Uska grip strong tha... confident. "Pleased to meet you," maine kaha, par meri aawaz mein confusion tha.

Savita ne mujhe dekha, aur samajh gayi ki mujhe explanation chahiye. Usne Aryan ki taraf dekha, phir mujhe.

"Vikram," usne kaha, "Main tumhe batana chahti thi... par right moment nahi mila. Aryan... woh mera pehla pyaar tha. Hum donon training saath mein karte the. Academy days. Woh bhi undercover division mein aana chahta tha, main bhi. Hum donon ne socha tha ki shaadi kar lenge... par phir realize hua ki donon ko desh ke liye kaam karna hai. Aur shaadi... woh hamare mission ko affect kar sakti thi."




Aryan ne baat aage badhaya. "Hum donon ne decide kiya ki professional relationship rakhna behtar hoga. Par jo connection tha... woh kabhi gaya nahi. Hum donon ab bhi... well, close hain."

Main samajh gaya. Woh "close" ka matlab. Woh kiss dekh kar hi pata chal gaya tha.

"Aur ab?" Maine pucha.

"Ab?" Savita ne muskuraya. "Ab main married hoon tumse. Aur Aryan... woh mera senior hai. Par jo feelings hain... woh sach hain. Main tumhe dhoka nahi dena chahti thi, Vikram. Isiliye tumhe yahan laaya hai. Tumhe sach jaanna tha."

Aryan ne mere kandhe par haath rakha. "Vikram, main tumhe shukriya ada karna chahta hoon. Tumne Savita ko itne saalon se sambhala hai. Tumne uska saath diya... uske mission mein. Tumhari wajah se hi woh Shakil aur Samar tak pahunch payi. Tumne uska cover banaaye rakkha. Main jaanta hoon ki tum donon ke beech kya relationship hai... aur main respect karta hoon usse. Savita ne mujhe sab kuch bataya hai... tumhare baare mein, tumhari condition ke baare mein, aur kaise tumne uski madad ki."

Main chup tha. Mere dimaag mein sab kuch ghoom raha tha. Meri wife... jo main samajhta tha ki sirf meri hai... uska ek past tha. Ek aadmi jisse woh ab bhi pyar karti thi. Ek aadmi jiske saath woh ab bhi "close" thi.

Par phir maine dekha... Savita ne meri taraf dekha. Uske aankhon mein wohi care thi. Woh mujhe use kar rahi thi... par woh mujhe respect bhi karti thi. Aur shayad... shayad woh donon cheezein ek saath possible thi.

"Tum donon..." Maine Aryan ki taraf dekha, "Ab bhi...?"

Aryan ne muskuraya. "Jab bhi mission allow kare... aur Savita willing ho... haan. Par woh tumhari wife hai, Vikram. Main sirf... ek option hoon. Ek past. Tum uska present ho. Aur shayad future bhi."

Savita ne mere haath pakda. "Vikram, tumne mujhe support kiya. Ab tumhari choice hai. Tum isse accept kar sakte ho... ya nahi. Par main tumhe dhoka nahi dena chahti. Aryan mera past hai, tum mera present ho. Aur jo mission humne saath mein kiya hai... usse hamara bond aur bhi strong hua hai."

Maine dekha... Aryan ke cabin mein, mere saamne, meri wife dusre aadmi ke saath khadi thi. Aur mujhe realize hua... yeh "Bechara Pati" ki kahani sirf Shakil aur Samar tak hi simit nahi thi. Yeh aur bhi complex thi. Aur ab... ab mujhe decide karna tha ki main ismein kahan fit hota hoon.

 

[Danish Mukharji]

Part 31

Maine gahri saans li. Mere dimaag mein sawal ghoom rahe the... kai sawal. Main Aryan ki taraf muda, aur puchna chaha usse kuch. Par jaise hi main apni lips kholi, Aryan ne mujhe bich mein hi rok diya.






"Nahi," Aryan ne kaha, uski aawaz mein wohi authority thi jo ek senior officer mein hoti hai. "Kabhi nahi. Main aur Savita... hum aaj hi mile hain. Pehli baar. Shaadi ke baad."

Usne apne haath uthaye, jaise surrender kar raha ho. "Main jaanta hoon ki tum kya soch rahe ho, Vikram. Par believe me, jo kiss tumne dekha... woh pehla tha aap logo ki shadi ke bad. Aaj tak... Savita ne mujhe hamesha door rakha. Hamesha kaha ki uski shaadi hai, uska pati hai, aur woh usse wafadaar hai. Maine kai baar try kiya tha to be honest... usse milne ki, usse baat karne ki. Par usne kabhi allow nahi kiya. Aaj... aaj pehli baar usne mujhe bulaya hai. Kyunki operation khatam ho gaya hai. Aur kyunki woh tumhe sach batana chahti thi."

Maine Savita ki taraf dekha. Uske aankhon mein wohi honesty thi jo pehle bhi thi. Main jaanta tha use... itne saalon se. Main jaanta tha ki woh jhoot nahi bol sakti. Par phir bhi... mera dil dukh raha tha. Mere man mein ek sawal tha jo mujhe pareshaan kar raha tha.

"Savita," maine dheere se kaha. Meri aawaz mein wohi weakness thi jo hamesha thi. "Kya tu mujhse pyar karti hai? Sach mein? Ya main sirf ek cover tha? Kya tere liye main sirf ek bechara pati hoon jo tujhe ab dusron ke saath sex karwata hai?"

Savita mere paas aayi. Usne apne donon haath mere chehre par rakhe... aur mujhe uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh gaze... woh intensity... woh same thi jo us din thi jab hum pehli baar mile the.






"Obviously," usne kaha. Ekdam firm. Ekdam confident. "Main tumse pyar karti hoon, Vikram. Aur sirf tumse. Shaadi ke baad... maine kisi aur ke saath sex nahi kiya. Kabhi nahi."

Usne apne haath mere kandhon par rakhe, aur dheere se mujhe pakad liya. "Haan, Aryan ko maine kai baar bola ki shaadi kar le. Kyunki main jaanti thi ki woh mujhse pyar karta hai. Par usne kabhi nahi ki. Usne kaha ki uska kaam uski pehli priority hai. Aur main... main tumhari ho chuki thi. Mere jeevan mein shaadi ke baad, sirf aur sirf tum hi ho mera pyar."

Usne ek kadam peeche liya, aur Aryan ki taraf dekha. "Aryan mera past hai. Ek beautiful past. Par tum... tum mera present ho, Vikram. Aur tum hi future ho."

Phir usne woh kaha... jo sun kar mere dil ko sukoon mila.

"Un gundo ke saath... Shakil, Samar, Nikhil, Amjad... jo kuch bhi hua... woh tumhari marzi se hua tha. Haan, woh project ka hissa tha. Haan, mujhe un tak pahunchna tha. Par agar tum haan nahi kehte... agar tumne ek baar bhi mana kiya hota... toh main woh kabhi nahi karti. Main tumhari permission ke bina ek kadam bhi nahi badhti. Kyunki main tumse pyar karti hoon, Vikram. Aur pyar mein trust hota hai. Aur maine hamesha tumpe trust kiya."

Aryan ne cabin mein kadam badhaye. Usne apna haath mere kandhe par rakha. "Vikram, main tumhe yeh bata dena chahta hoon... Savita ne mujhe hamesha bataya ki tum kitne special ho. Usne kaha ki tumhari wajah se hi woh yeh kaam kar paayi. Kyunki tumne usse support kiya. Tumne usse judge nahi kiya kahi par wo aai gai kuch bhi... Aur yeh... yeh bahut badi baat hai."

Maine Savita ki aankhon mein dekha. Woh aansoo nahi the... woh sirf pyar tha. Wohi pyar jo maine hamesha dekha tha. Wohi pyar jo mujhe Shakil ke farmhouse par bhi dikha tha... jab woh mujhse puchi thi ki kya main ready hoon. Us waqt usne meri marzi puchi thi. Aur maine haan kaha tha.

"Main sirf yeh jaanna chahta tha," maine kaha, "ki main tumhare liye kya hoon. Kyunki main... main toh namard hoon ab, Savita. Main tumhe woh ab wo nahi de sakta jo tum deserve karti ho."

Savita ne muskuraya. Wohi beautiful smile. "Tum mujhe woh dete ho jo koi aur nahi de sakta, Vikram. Trust. Understanding. Support. Aur haan... woh excitement bhi. Jo tum mujhe dusron ke saath sex karwate ho... woh bhi toh tumhari hi den hai. Main woh tumhari wajah se enjoy karti hoon. Kyunki tum mera pati ho. Aur main... main tumhari biwi hoon. In letter and spirit."






Aryan ne cabin ki taraf dekha... jaise humein privacy dena chahta ho. "Main tum donon ko kuch waqt dena chahta hoon. Savita, tumhari report kal submit ho sakti hai. Aaj... aaj bas tum apne pati ke saath raho."

Usne mere taraf dekha. "Vikram, tumne ek bahut achha kaam kiya hai desh ke liye. Tumhara naam bhi record mein aayega... as a confidential informant. Tumhara passport... woh bhi waapas mil jayega. Kal subah."

Woh bahar chala gaya. Cabin mein sirf main aur Savita reh gaye. Delhi ki skyline hum donon ke peeche thi... aur hum ek dusre ko dekh rahe the.

"Ghar chale?" Savita ne pucha.

Hum cabin se bahar nikalne lage the. Savita ne mera haath pakda, aur dheere se bola, "Chalo ghar chalte hain. Tumhe bhi aaram ki zaroorat hai. Itna kuch ho gaya hai... aur abhi aur bhi process karna hai."

Par main wahi ruka raha. Mere paanv aage nahi badh rahe the. Mere dimaag mein woh scene chal raha tha... jab Savita ne Aryan ko kiss kiya tha. Woh passion, woh intensity, woh desire... woh sab kuch jo maine unki aankhon mein dekha tha. Woh sirf past nahi tha. Woh abhi bhi present tha. Aur main jaanta tha... agar maine aaj unhe alag kar diya, toh yeh regret donon ke dil mein hamesha rahega.

Maine Savita ka haath chhoda. Usne meri taraf dekha... confused.

"Nahi," maine kaha. "Abhi nahi. Pehle ek kaam karna hai."

Maine wapas cabin ki taraf mudkar dekha. Aryan abhi bhi wahi khada tha... door ke paas, jaise humein jaane dekh raha ho. Uske chehre par wohi longing thi... wohi desire jo maine pehle dekhi thi. Par woh control kar raha tha. Kyunki woh professional tha. Kyunki woh jaanta tha ki Savita meri wife hai.

"Aryan," maine bola. "Wapas aao."






Aryan ne meri taraf dekha... surprised. Usne dheere se kadam badhaye, aur cabin mein wapas aa gaya. Ab hum teenon wahan khade the... ek dusre ko dekh rahe the. Atmosphere mein ek ajeeb si tension thi. Kuch kehna tha... par kaise kaha jaye?

"Main... main soch raha tha," maine shuru kiya. Meri aawaz mein wohi hesitation thi jo hamesha thi. Par is baar... is baar kuch alag tha. "Ki tum dono ko actually... time milna chahiye. Saath mein."

Savita ne meri taraf dekha... uski aankhen badi ho gayi. "Vikram... tu... tu kya keh raha hai?"

"Wahi jo tum samajh rahi ho," maine kaha. "Maine dekha tha... jab tumne Aryan ko kiss kiya. Tum apne aapko rok nahi payi. Aur woh... woh desire real tha. Woh sirf past nahi tha, Savita. Woh ab bhi hai. Tum donon ke beech."

Aryan ne haath uthaya... jaise kuch kehna chaha. Par maine usse rok diya.

"Nahi, suno," maine kaha. "Main jaanta hoon ki tum dono ne desh ke liye bahut kuch sacrifice kiya hai. Apna pyar, apni shaadi... sab. Aur main... main sirf ek aam aadmi hoon. Par kya main itna nahi kar sakta? Kya main tum dono ko ek hasin shaam, ek puri raat saath mein bitane se rok sakta hoon?"

Aryan ne meri taraf dekha... uske chehre par disbelief tha. "Vikram... tum... tum serious ho? Ya... ya mazak kar rahe ho?"

"Serious hoon," maine kaha. Ekdam firm. Ekdam clear. "Maine soch liya hai. Ab se... ab se Savita hamari shared wife hai. Meri bhi, aur tumhari bhi."

Yeh words sun kar... cabin mein ek pin drop silence ho gaya. Savita ne apna haath apne moonh par rakha... jaise yakeen nahi ho raha ho. Aryan ne apna sir hilaya... jaise samajhne ki koshish kar raha ho.

"Tum... tum sure ho?" Aryan ne pucha. Woh bar bar confirm kar raha tha... jaise darr ho ki kahin main baad mein regret na karoon.




"Haan," maine kaha. "Main sure hoon. Tum dono ne desh ke liye itna kuch kiya hai... toh kya main itna nahi kar sakta? Kya main tumhare pyar ke liye... itna bada nahi ban sakta?"

Maine Savita ki taraf dekha. Uske aankhon mein aansoo aa gaye the... par yeh happy tears the. Woh mujhe dekh rahi thi... jaise pehli baar mujhe dekh rahi ho. Jaise main koi hero ban gaya hoon uski aankhon mein.

"Vikram..." usne kaha... aur uski aawaz mein wohi pyar tha. "Tum... tum sach mein...?"

"Haan," maine kaha. "Jao. Dono jao. Cabin mein raho, ya ghar chale jao... par aaj raat... aaj raat tum dono saath ho. Main... main ghar par wait karunga. Ya phir... ya phir main bhi saath aa sakta hoon? Agar tum dono comfortable ho toh?"

Aryan ne Savita ki taraf dekha. Usne kuch kaha nahi... sirf apni eyebrows uthayi. Puch raha tha silently... ki kya yeh theek hai?

Savita ne dheere se muskuraya. Aur haan mein sir hilaaya.

"Theek hai," Aryan ne kaha. Uske chehre par woh relief tha... jaise koi bhaari bojh utar gaya ho. "Theek hai, Vikram. Agar tum sach mein sure ho... toh hum... hum try karte hain. Ye... ye arrangement."

Maine muskuraya. Pehli baar... bahut dinon baad... maine khud ko achha mehsoos kiya. Kyunki main jaanta tha... yeh decision sahi tha. Yeh decision pyar se bhara tha. Aur yeh decision... ham teenon ko kareeb laane wala tha.

"Chalo phir," maine kaha. "Ab tum dono... apni raat enjoy karo. Main... main ghar jaata hoon. Kal milenge."




Maine wapas mudne ki koshish ki... par Savita ne mera haath pakad liya. Usne mujhe kheench kar apne paas kiya... aur mere gaal par ek soft kiss kiya.

"Thank you," usne kaha. "Thank you for being you, Vikram. Thank you for understanding. I love you."

Phir usne Aryan ki taraf dekha... aur usne woh haath badhaya. Aryan ne uska haath pakda... aur dono ek dusre ko dekhte hue cabin mein khade rahe.

Main bahar nikal gaya. Delhi ki raat thandi thi... par mere dil mein ek ajeeb si garmahat thi. Main jaanta tha... kal se meri life alag hogi. Kal se... Savita sirf meri nahi hogi. Woh hamari hogi. Aur yeh... yeh actually exciting tha.

Maine woh kehkar... woh sab kuch kehkar... cabin se bahar nikal gaya. Mere kadam hallway mein padh rahe the, par mera dimaag abhi bhi wahin tha. Cabin mein. Jahan ab Savita aur Aryan... dono akele the. Mere dimaag mein tasveerein ban rahi thi... unki aankhon mein woh desire, woh passion, woh kiss...

Par tabhi... mere haath khaali laga. Maine apni pocket mein haath daala... aur realize kiya. Mobile. Mera mobile. Maine andar hi chhod diya tha. Cabin ke table par. Shakil aur Samar ke case ke evidence photos the usmein... unke messages, unke call records. Yeh sab kuch bhool gaya tha main apni emotional state mein.

Maine socha... chhodo. Baad mein le loonga. Par nahi... Wapas jaana padega. Warna kya karunga...

Maine wapas mudkar cabin ki taraf kadam badhaye. Door thoda sa khula hua tha... jaise Aryan ne bandh nahi kiya ho. Shayad bhool gaye the. Ya phir... ya phir woh jaldi mein the. Main samajh gaya kis baat mein jaldi mein the.





Main dheere se door ke paas pahuncha. Haath badhaya... door kholne ke liye. Par tabhi... andar se awaazein aa rahi thi. Main ruk gaya. Mere kaan khade ho gaye. Mere dimaag mein wohi scene tha... woh "chhuma-chati" jo main soch raha tha. Savita aur Aryan... ek dusre mein kho gaye honge. Kiss kar rahe honge. Touch kar rahe honge. Woh passion jo maine dekha tha... ab full flow mein hoga.

Par jo maine suna... woh alag tha.

"Woh teesra aadmi..." Aryan ki aawaz thi. Serious. Professional. "Uske baare mein kuch pata chala? Is case mein woh involved hai kya?"

"Abhi tak nahi," Savita ne kaha. Uski aawaz mein wohi officer wala tone tha. "Par Shakil aur Samar ne uska zikr kiya... toh kuch toh hai. Main investigation kar rahi hoon. Alag se. Is case se alag."

"Aur woh doosra case? Passport racket ka mastermind? Raghav ne kuch bola? Custody mein?"

"Kuch nahi. Woh chup hai. Par uske phone se jo data mila hai... usse pata chal raha hai ki ek aur layer hai. Bigger than Shakil and Samar. International connections hain."

Main wahi khada raha. Door ke paas. Haath abhi bhi handle par tha. Par main hil nahi raha tha. Mere dimaag mein sab kuch ghoom raha tha.

Yeh kya tha? Maine jo socha tha... jo expect kiya tha... woh nahi ho raha tha. Woh dono kiss nahi kar rahe the. Hug nahi kar rahe the. Ek dusre ko chhoo nahi rahe the. Instead... instead woh doosre case ke baare mein baat kar rahe the. Us "teesre aadmi" ke baare mein. Jo Shakil aur Samar ne mention kiya tha. Aur kisi aur bade case ke baare mein.




Phir mujhe yaad aaya. Yeh CBI headquarters tha. Yeh koi farmhouse nahi tha. Yeh koi bedroom nahi tha. Yeh ek professional office tha. Aur yeh donon... yeh donon professionals the. Officers the. Unka kaam unki pehli priority thi. Hamesha se thi.

Maine dheere se door khola. Unki nazar mujh par gayi. Dono ek dusre se door khade the. Aryan apne desk ke peeche, Savita window ke paas. Dono ke haath mein files thi. Documents. Photos. Kuch romantic nahi. Sirf kaam.

"Vikram?" Savita ne kaha, surprised. "Tum wapas...?"

"Mobile," maine kaha, jaldi se andar aate hue. "Bhool gaya tha. Table par."

Maine apna mobile uthaya.

Aryan ne mujhe dekha... aur samajh gaya. Uske chehre par woh expression tha... jaise woh jaanta ho ki main kya soch raha tha. Par usne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf ek chhoti si smile di. Respect wali smile.

"Main chalta hoon," maine kaha, mobile pocket mein daalte hue. "Sach mein iss baar. Tum dono... kaam khatam kar lo. Kal milenge."

Maine wapas mudne se pehle ek baar dekha. Savita ne mujhe woh look diya... wohi look jo usne pehle diya tha. Pyar wala. Thank you wala. Par ab uske saath... ek aur cheez thi. Respect. Admiration. Ki main wapas aaya... aur unhe unka space diya. Unka professional space.




Main bahar nikal gaya. Is baar... poori tarah se. Aur jab main neeche pahuncha... building se bahar... toh maine upar dekha. Aryan ka cabin. Window se light aa rahi thi. Do shadows dikhe... ek dusre se door. Files dekh rahe the. Kaam kar rahe the.

Main muskuraya. Kyunki main samajh gaya tha. Savita ne sahi kaha tha. Woh dono... woh dono ab bhi "close" the. Par unka closeness sirf physical nahi tha. Woh professional bhi tha. Emotional bhi tha. Aur yeh sab... yeh sab complex tha. Par beautiful bhi.

Maine apni gaadi nikali. Raat abhi bhi young thi. Aur ghar jaake... mujhe pata tha ki kal ek nayi shuruwat hogi. Ek nayi life. Jismein Savita meri wife hogi. Aur shayad... shayad Aryan ka bhi kuch hoga. Woh "shared wife" wala concept... woh abhi bhi valid tha. Par ab mujhe pata tha ki yeh sirf physical nahi hoga. Yeh emotional hoga. Professional hoga. Aur sabse important... yeh ham teenon ki marzi se hoga.

Maine gaadi start ki. Aur Delhi ki raho mein... ghar ki taraf badh gaya.

 

[Danish Mukharji]

Part 32

Shaam ko jab Savita ghar aayi, toh woh abhi bhi apni uniform mein thi. Khaki kapde, cap haath mein, aur wohi professional look jo subah tha. Par uske chehre par ab ek alag si chamak thi... jaise koi bachcha school se chhutti ho kar ghar aaya ho.




Main darwaaze par khada tha. Usne mujhe dekha... aur muskuraya. Wohi beautiful smile. Par is baar usmein woh excitement bhi tha... woh eagerness jo maine pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Shayad kyunki ab usse permission mil gayi thi. Permission apne past ko embrace karne ki.

"Duty khatam," usne kaha, andar aate hue. "Ab... ab personal time."

Usne apni cap sofa par phenki, aur apne baal khole. Woh lambe kaale baal... jo usne subah bun rakhe the. Ab woh open ho gaye... aur uske chehre par ek alag sa glow aa gaya.

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas usse dekhta raha. Woh jaanti thi ki main samajh gaya hoon. Woh jaanti thi ki main... ki main ready hoon.

"Main... main change karne ja rahi hoon," usne kaha, bedroom ki taraf badhne se pehle. Phir ruk gayi. Mudi. Aur mujhe dekha. "Vikram... tum... tum suggest karo na. Main... main kya pehnu?"

Yeh sawal... yeh simple sa sawal... mere dil mein kuch feel karwaya. Ek control. Ek power. Ki main decide kar sakta hoon. Ki main uska pati hoon... abhi bhi. Aur woh meri permission maang rahi thi. Meri raaye maang rahi thi.

Maine socha. Mere dimaag mein ek tasveer aayi. Hamari last wedding anniversary. Maine usse ek gift diya tha. Black bra. Aur ek red saree. Woh deep red color... jaise blood jaise. Jaise passion jaise. Usne uss din pehni thi... aur hum dono ne... haan, hum dono ne us raat kuch kiya tha. Jo main usually nahi kar paata tha. Par us din... us din maine koshish ki thi. Aur fail hua tha. Phir bhi.




"bra," maine kaha. Meri aawaz mein wohi hesitation thi... par saath mein confidence bhi. "Aur woh red saree. Jo maine last anniversary pe gift ki thi. Wohi pehno."

Savita ne meri taraf dekha. Uske aankhon mein woh surprise tha... phir woh samajh gayi. Usne woh din yaad kiya. Woh hamari special night. Jismein hum dono ne try kiya tha... par main fail ho gaya tha. Aur usne mujhe comfort kiya tha. Kaha tha ki koi baat nahi.

"Vikram..." usne dheere se kaha.

"Nahi," maine rok diya. "Aaj... aaj usse suhaag raat samjho. Tumhari doosri suhaag raat. Tum aur... tum aur Aryan. Aur woh bra aur saree... woh meri taraf se gift hai. Tum dono ke liye."

Savita ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uske aankhon mein woh aansoo aa gaye. Wohi happy tears. Woh mujhe dekhti rahi... jaise pehli baar dekh rahi ho. Phir dheere se... usne apna sir hilaaya. Haan mein.

Maine muskuraya. "Jao. Change kar lo. Main... main yahin wait karunga."

Savita bedroom mein chali gayi. Maine suna... drawers khulte hue. Kapde badalte hue. Thodi der baad... woh bahar aayi.

Aur main... main saans bhool gaya.

Woh bra... usne pehna tha. Par uske upar woh red saree... woh deep red saree... usne usse itni sensual tareeke se drape kiya tha ki main dekh ke hi reh gaya. Pallu transparent tha... uske shoulders, uska collarbone... sab dikhai de raha tha. Blouse deep neck tha... jaise maine suggest kiya tha anniversary pe. Aur woh black bra... uski straps dikh rahi thi. Intentionally. Teasingly.




Usne apne baal open rakhe the. Ek side mein... jaise woh photos mein hoti thi. Aur usne wohi long earrings pehne the... jo maine gift kiye the.

"Kaisi lag rahi hoon?" usne pucha. Woh thoda shy thi... par excited bhi. Woh jaanti thi ki woh kahan ja rahi thi. Kis ke paas ja rahi thi.

"Beautiful," maine kaha. Sach mein. "Tum... tum bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Aryan... Aryan bahut lucky hai."

Savita ne mere paas aayi. Usne apne haath mere chehre par rakhe... aur mere forehead pe kiss kiya. "Thank you, Vikram. Thank you for everything. Main... main jaun?"

Maine haan mein sir hilaaya. "Haan. Jao. Aur... aur ek baat."

"Haan?"

"Main... main nahi aa raha," maine kaha. "Maine decide kar liya. Tum dono... tum dono akele maje karo. Apna time spend karo. Bina kisi disturbance ke. Bina kisi tension ke. Main... main ghar par rahunga."

Savita ne meri taraf dekha... uske aankhon mein woh gratitude thi. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh kitna bada step tha mere liye. Ki main... ki main actually unhe akele jaane de raha tha. Bina watch karne. Bina observe karne. Pure trust ke saath.

"Tum sure ho?" usne pucha. Ek baar phir.

"Haan," maine kaha. "Main sure hoon. Ab jao. Woh... woh wait kar raha hoga."

Savita ne ek last baar mujhe dekha... phir usne apna purse uthaya. Apne phone ko check kiya... shayad Aryan ka message tha. Uske chehre par woh smile aa gayi... woh excited wali smile.

Aur phir... woh chali gayi.




Main darwaaze par khada raha. Dekhta raha. Jab uski gaadi neeche gayi... aur turn li... aur gayab ho gayi... tab maine darwaaza bandh kiya.

Ghar mein andhera tha. Main akela tha. Par ajeeb sa sukoon tha. Ki maine yeh kiya. Ki maine unhe yeh gift diya. Apni wife ko. Apne past ko. Unke future ko.

Maine sofa par baithkar TV on kiya. Par dekh nahi raha tha. Mere dimaag mein tasveerein ban rahi thi... Savita aur Aryan. Woh red saree. Woh black bra. Unki suhaag raat. Jo meri permission se ho rahi thi.

Aur main... main khush tha. Sacchi mein khush tha.

Main darwaaze par hi khada tha... jaise kuch soch raha tha... ki maine kuch miss kar diya hai. Kuch important. Tabhi maine peeche se awaaz suni... kadmon ki. Tez. Bhaagte hue.

Main muda... aur dekha Savita wapas aa rahi thi. Woh red saree mein... woh black bra ke straps dikhate hue... bhaag kar mere paas aayi. Uske chehre par woh urgency thi... jaise kuch reh gaya ho. Kuch kehna baaki ho.

"Vikram!" usne kaha... aur seedha mere gale lag gayi.

Uske haath mere peeche gaye... tight hug. Wohi warmth. Wohi familiarity. Uske baal mere chehre par aa gaye... wohi smell. Wohi Savita jo main jaanta tha. Meri wife. Meri biwi.

Phir usne apna chehra uthaya... aur mere honthon pe kiss kiya. Woh kiss... woh different tha. Woh Aryan wala passionate kiss nahi tha. Yeh... yeh gratitude wala tha. Pyar wala. Woh kiss jo keh raha tha ki main uske liye kya hoon.

"Main... main bhool gayi thi," usne kaha... abhi bhi mujhse chipki hui. "Tumhe bye kehna tha. Proper tareeke se."

Maine muskuraya. "Bye toh keh diya tha na?"




"Nahi," usne kaha. "Woh... woh formal tha. Yeh... yeh real hai."

Maine uske baal sahlaye. "Jaao. Der ho rahi hai. Aryan wait kar raha hoga."

Par tabhi mujhe kuch yaad aaya. Kuch important. Kuch jo main kehna chahta tha. Kuch boundaries... ya phir... boundaries ko todne wali baat.

"Savita," maine kaha... serious ho kar. "Ek minute. Main... main kuch kehna chahta hoon. Important hai."

Savita ne meri taraf dekha... curious. "Kya?"

Maine gahri saans li. Yeh thoda awkward tha... par kehna zaroori tha. "Aaj... aaj Aryan ko condom use karne de. Please."

Savita ne meri taraf dekha... surprised. "Matlab? Main... main samjhi nahi?"

"Matlab," maine kaha... dheere se. "Aaj usse rok mat. Aaj usse apna sab kuch de do. Jo tum Shakil aur Samar ko diya... wohi Aryan ko bhi do. Aur... aur ek baat."

Maine ruka. Yeh thoda difficult tha. Par maine continue kiya.

"Aaj... aaj gand bhi marva le. Agar woh gunde... Shakil aur Samar... agar woh tere pe kuch bhi try kar sakte the... toh Aryan kyun nahi? Woh toh... woh toh tumse pyar karta hai na? Toh usse bhi wohi right de do. Wohi permission de do."




Savita ne meri taraf dekha... uske aankhen badi ho gayi. Woh samajh rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi ki main kya keh raha hoon. Ki main... ki main actually unhe encourage kar raha hoon. Unhe permission de raha hoon. For everything.

"Tum... tum sure ho?" usne pucha... dheere se.

Maine haan mein sir hilaaya. "Haan. Main sure hoon. Aaj ki raat... complete honi chahiye. No boundaries. No restrictions. Jo tumhari marzi... woh karo. Bas... bas enjoy karo. Aur Aryan ko bhi enjoy karne do."

Savita ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas... usne apna sir hilaaya. Haan mein. Haan mein ha mila rahi thi. Uske aankhon mein woh excitement tha... woh naughtiness. Ki usse permission mil gayi thi. For everything. For the complete experience.

Maine muskuraya. "Theek hai. Ab jao. Woh—"

Main ruka. Kyunki maine bahar kuch suna. Gaadi ki awaaz. Door ki taraf.

Savita ne bhi suna. Usne mudkar dekha... aur uske chehre par woh smile aa gayi. Woh special smile. Jaise koi bachcha candy dekh ke khush ho jata hai.

"Woh aa gaya," usne kaha... excited hokar.

Maine darwaaza khola. Bahar... ek black SUV khadi thi. Aur uske paas... Aryan khada tha. Usne suit nahi pehna tha ab. Casual clothes. Jeans. T-shirt. Aur uske haath mein... flowers the. Red roses.




Usne dekha Savita ko... aur uske chehre par woh expression aa gaya. Woh same expression jo maine cabin mein dekha tha. Woh desire. Woh love. Woh passion.

"Savita," usne kaha... dheere se.

Savita ne mere taraf dekha... ek last baar. Usne apna haath mere haath mein daala... aur squeeze kiya. Thank you ke liye. Love ke liye.

Phir woh bhaag kar gayi. Woh red saree mein... woh black bra ke straps dikhate hue... bhaag kar Aryan ki taraf gayi.

Aryan ne usse hug kiya. Flowers diye. Aur phir... usne meri taraf dekha. Door se. Usne apna haath uthaya... wave kiya. Respect mein. Gratitude mein.

Maine bhi haath uthaya.

Aur phir... woh donon gaadi mein baith gaye. Savita passenger seat mein. Aryan driver seat mein. Usne engine start kiya.

Aur gaadi... chali gayi.




Main wahi khada raha. Dekhta raha. Jab tak woh turn lekar gayab nahi ho gayi.

Phir maine darwaaza bandh kiya. Ghar mein andhera tha. Main akela tha.

Par mere dimaag mein ab woh scene tha. Savita aur Aryan. Red saree. Black bra. Flowers. Aur jo hone wala tha... woh complete experience. Jo maine permission di thi.

Maine sofa par baithkar apna mobile uthaya. Time check kiya. Raat ke 8 baje the.

Ab... ab unki raat shuru hone wali thi. Savita khush hote hue dusre din doorbell bajate aai aur kya kya hua wo sab muje detail me bataya...

Savita ......

Mai toh andar se itni khush thi... ki tumhe bata nahi sakti, Vikram. Mere pati ne... mere pyare pati ne... khud mujhe apne pehle pyar ke karib aane ka mauka diya. Yeh soch ke hi mere dil dhak-dhak kar raha tha. Aur jab maine woh black bra pehna... aur red saree... mujhe aisa lag raha tha jaise main koi randi hoon. Meri chhati... yeh bra mein kitni badi lag rahi thi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise main kisi ko seduce karne jaa rahi hoon. Par mujhe farak nahi padh raha tha. Kyunki... kyunki main Aryan ke liye kuch bhi kar sakti thi. Kuch bhi.

Jab main car mein baithi... toh woh smell aayi. Us ki gaadi ki smell. Us ki perfume ki smell. Wohi smell jo mujhe yaad thi... training days se. Woh masculine smell. Woh power.

Aryan mujhe dekh raha tha. Us ki aankhen... woh meri red saree par thi. Meri cleavage par thi. Usne notice kiya hoga ki maine bra pehni hai. Aur woh straps dikh rahe hain. Usne muskuraya... wohi confident smile. Woh jaanta tha ki main uske liye ready hoon.





Maine seat belt lagane ki koshish ki... par usne rok diya. Usne apna haath mere haath par rakha... aur dheere se mere taraf khiskaaya. Mere paas aaya.

"Tum..." usne kaha... dheere se. "Tum bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Is red mein... tum..."

Usne kuch aur kaha nahi. Bas... usne mere honthon pe kiss kar diya.

Woh kiss... Vikram, tum samajh nahi sakte. Woh kiss... woh jalane wala kiss tha. Woh aag lagane wala kiss. Usne apne honthon se mere honthon ko press kiya... aur phir apni tongue se mere lips ko part kar diya. Andar ghusaaya. Mere mouth ko explore kiya. Woh deep tha... passionate tha... aur woh mujhe feel kar raha tha. Mere baal... usne apne haathon mein liye... aur pull kiya. Thoda sa pain diya... taaki main realize karoon ki yeh real hai.

Main... main toh pagal ho gayi. Maine uska face pakda... aur aur zyada deep kiss karne lagi. Mere haath uske baalon mein ghoom rahe the. Usne apna dusra haath... mere saree ke andar daala. Mere blouse pe. Mere bra pe. Usne feel kiya... ki maine kya pehna hai.

"Black and kuch nahi?" usne kaha... kiss break karke... dheere se.

Maine muskuraya. "Tumhara favorite color... yaad hai?"

Usne bhi muskuraya... aur phir se kiss kar liya. Is baar aur zyada rough. Aur zyada demanding.

"Main tumhe ghar le jaana chahta hoon," usne kaha... saans lete hue. "Abhi. Isi waqt. Yahan road pe nahi... ghar pe. Apne bedroom mein. Jahan koi disturb na kare. Jahan main tumhe..."

Usne kuch aur nahi kaha. Bas... usne gaadi start ki. Aur hum chal diye.

Maine tumhe yaad kiya, Vikram. Us waqt bhi. Ki tumne yeh mauka diya. Tumne yeh permission di. Aur main... main tumhara shukriya ada kar rahi thi... apne actions se. Ki main yeh night... yeh experience... tumhare liye bhi special banaungi. Tumhari permission ki respect karungi. Par... par Aryan ke saath bhi... wohi passion feel karungi. Jo main hamesha se deserve karti thi.

 

[riya singh]

Part 32

Shaam ko jab Savita ghar aayi, toh woh abhi bhi apni uniform mein thi. Khaki kapde, cap haath mein, aur wohi professional look jo subah tha. Par uske chehre par ab ek alag si chamak thi... jaise koi bachcha school se chhutti ho kar ghar aaya ho.




Main darwaaze par khada tha. Usne mujhe dekha... aur muskuraya. Wohi beautiful smile. Par is baar usmein woh excitement bhi tha... woh eagerness jo maine pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Shayad kyunki ab usse permission mil gayi thi. Permission apne past ko embrace karne ki.

"Duty khatam," usne kaha, andar aate hue. "Ab... ab personal time."

Usne apni cap sofa par phenki, aur apne baal khole. Woh lambe kaale baal... jo usne subah bun rakhe the. Ab woh open ho gaye... aur uske chehre par ek alag sa glow aa gaya.

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas usse dekhta raha. Woh jaanti thi ki main samajh gaya hoon. Woh jaanti thi ki main... ki main ready hoon.

"Main... main change karne ja rahi hoon," usne kaha, bedroom ki taraf badhne se pehle. Phir ruk gayi. Mudi. Aur mujhe dekha. "Vikram... tum... tum suggest karo na. Main... main kya pehnu?"

Yeh sawal... yeh simple sa sawal... mere dil mein kuch feel karwaya. Ek control. Ek power. Ki main decide kar sakta hoon. Ki main uska pati hoon... abhi bhi. Aur woh meri permission maang rahi thi. Meri raaye maang rahi thi.

Maine socha. Mere dimaag mein ek tasveer aayi. Hamari last wedding anniversary. Maine usse ek gift diya tha. Black bra. Aur ek red saree. Woh deep red color... jaise blood jaise. Jaise passion jaise. Usne uss din pehni thi... aur hum dono ne... haan, hum dono ne us raat kuch kiya tha. Jo main usually nahi kar paata tha. Par us din... us din maine koshish ki thi. Aur fail hua tha. Phir bhi.




"bra," maine kaha. Meri aawaz mein wohi hesitation thi... par saath mein confidence bhi. "Aur woh red saree. Jo maine last anniversary pe gift ki thi. Wohi pehno."

Savita ne meri taraf dekha. Uske aankhon mein woh surprise tha... phir woh samajh gayi. Usne woh din yaad kiya. Woh hamari special night. Jismein hum dono ne try kiya tha... par main fail ho gaya tha. Aur usne mujhe comfort kiya tha. Kaha tha ki koi baat nahi.

"Vikram..." usne dheere se kaha.

"Nahi," maine rok diya. "Aaj... aaj usse suhaag raat samjho. Tumhari doosri suhaag raat. Tum aur... tum aur Aryan. Aur woh bra aur saree... woh meri taraf se gift hai. Tum dono ke liye."

Savita ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uske aankhon mein woh aansoo aa gaye. Wohi happy tears. Woh mujhe dekhti rahi... jaise pehli baar dekh rahi ho. Phir dheere se... usne apna sir hilaaya. Haan mein.

Maine muskuraya. "Jao. Change kar lo. Main... main yahin wait karunga."

Savita bedroom mein chali gayi. Maine suna... drawers khulte hue. Kapde badalte hue. Thodi der baad... woh bahar aayi.

Aur main... main saans bhool gaya.

Woh bra... usne pehna tha. Par uske upar woh red saree... woh deep red saree... usne usse itni sensual tareeke se drape kiya tha ki main dekh ke hi reh gaya. Pallu transparent tha... uske shoulders, uska collarbone... sab dikhai de raha tha. Blouse deep neck tha... jaise maine suggest kiya tha anniversary pe. Aur woh black bra... uski straps dikh rahi thi. Intentionally. Teasingly.




Usne apne baal open rakhe the. Ek side mein... jaise woh photos mein hoti thi. Aur usne wohi long earrings pehne the... jo maine gift kiye the.

"Kaisi lag rahi hoon?" usne pucha. Woh thoda shy thi... par excited bhi. Woh jaanti thi ki woh kahan ja rahi thi. Kis ke paas ja rahi thi.

"Beautiful," maine kaha. Sach mein. "Tum... tum bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Aryan... Aryan bahut lucky hai."

Savita ne mere paas aayi. Usne apne haath mere chehre par rakhe... aur mere forehead pe kiss kiya. "Thank you, Vikram. Thank you for everything. Main... main jaun?"

Maine haan mein sir hilaaya. "Haan. Jao. Aur... aur ek baat."

"Haan?"

"Main... main nahi aa raha," maine kaha. "Maine decide kar liya. Tum dono... tum dono akele maje karo. Apna time spend karo. Bina kisi disturbance ke. Bina kisi tension ke. Main... main ghar par rahunga."

Savita ne meri taraf dekha... uske aankhon mein woh gratitude thi. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh kitna bada step tha mere liye. Ki main... ki main actually unhe akele jaane de raha tha. Bina watch karne. Bina observe karne. Pure trust ke saath.

"Tum sure ho?" usne pucha. Ek baar phir.

"Haan," maine kaha. "Main sure hoon. Ab jao. Woh... woh wait kar raha hoga."

Savita ne ek last baar mujhe dekha... phir usne apna purse uthaya. Apne phone ko check kiya... shayad Aryan ka message tha. Uske chehre par woh smile aa gayi... woh excited wali smile.

Aur phir... woh chali gayi.




Main darwaaze par khada raha. Dekhta raha. Jab uski gaadi neeche gayi... aur turn li... aur gayab ho gayi... tab maine darwaaza bandh kiya.

Ghar mein andhera tha. Main akela tha. Par ajeeb sa sukoon tha. Ki maine yeh kiya. Ki maine unhe yeh gift diya. Apni wife ko. Apne past ko. Unke future ko.

Maine sofa par baithkar TV on kiya. Par dekh nahi raha tha. Mere dimaag mein tasveerein ban rahi thi... Savita aur Aryan. Woh red saree. Woh black bra. Unki suhaag raat. Jo meri permission se ho rahi thi.

Aur main... main khush tha. Sacchi mein khush tha.

Main darwaaze par hi khada tha... jaise kuch soch raha tha... ki maine kuch miss kar diya hai. Kuch important. Tabhi maine peeche se awaaz suni... kadmon ki. Tez. Bhaagte hue.

Main muda... aur dekha Savita wapas aa rahi thi. Woh red saree mein... woh black bra ke straps dikhate hue... bhaag kar mere paas aayi. Uske chehre par woh urgency thi... jaise kuch reh gaya ho. Kuch kehna baaki ho.

"Vikram!" usne kaha... aur seedha mere gale lag gayi.

Uske haath mere peeche gaye... tight hug. Wohi warmth. Wohi familiarity. Uske baal mere chehre par aa gaye... wohi smell. Wohi Savita jo main jaanta tha. Meri wife. Meri biwi.

Phir usne apna chehra uthaya... aur mere honthon pe kiss kiya. Woh kiss... woh different tha. Woh Aryan wala passionate kiss nahi tha. Yeh... yeh gratitude wala tha. Pyar wala. Woh kiss jo keh raha tha ki main uske liye kya hoon.

"Main... main bhool gayi thi," usne kaha... abhi bhi mujhse chipki hui. "Tumhe bye kehna tha. Proper tareeke se."

Maine muskuraya. "Bye toh keh diya tha na?"




"Nahi," usne kaha. "Woh... woh formal tha. Yeh... yeh real hai."

Maine uske baal sahlaye. "Jaao. Der ho rahi hai. Aryan wait kar raha hoga."

Par tabhi mujhe kuch yaad aaya. Kuch important. Kuch jo main kehna chahta tha. Kuch boundaries... ya phir... boundaries ko todne wali baat.

"Savita," maine kaha... serious ho kar. "Ek minute. Main... main kuch kehna chahta hoon. Important hai."

Savita ne meri taraf dekha... curious. "Kya?"

Maine gahri saans li. Yeh thoda awkward tha... par kehna zaroori tha. "Aaj... aaj Aryan ko condom use karne de. Please."

Savita ne meri taraf dekha... surprised. "Matlab? Main... main samjhi nahi?"

"Matlab," maine kaha... dheere se. "Aaj usse rok mat. Aaj usse apna sab kuch de do. Jo tum Shakil aur Samar ko diya... wohi Aryan ko bhi do. Aur... aur ek baat."

Maine ruka. Yeh thoda difficult tha. Par maine continue kiya.

"Aaj... aaj gand bhi marva le. Agar woh gunde... Shakil aur Samar... agar woh tere pe kuch bhi try kar sakte the... toh Aryan kyun nahi? Woh toh... woh toh tumse pyar karta hai na? Toh usse bhi wohi right de do. Wohi permission de do."




Savita ne meri taraf dekha... uske aankhen badi ho gayi. Woh samajh rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi ki main kya keh raha hoon. Ki main... ki main actually unhe encourage kar raha hoon. Unhe permission de raha hoon. For everything.

"Tum... tum sure ho?" usne pucha... dheere se.

Maine haan mein sir hilaaya. "Haan. Main sure hoon. Aaj ki raat... complete honi chahiye. No boundaries. No restrictions. Jo tumhari marzi... woh karo. Bas... bas enjoy karo. Aur Aryan ko bhi enjoy karne do."

Savita ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas... usne apna sir hilaaya. Haan mein. Haan mein ha mila rahi thi. Uske aankhon mein woh excitement tha... woh naughtiness. Ki usse permission mil gayi thi. For everything. For the complete experience.

Maine muskuraya. "Theek hai. Ab jao. Woh—"

Main ruka. Kyunki maine bahar kuch suna. Gaadi ki awaaz. Door ki taraf.

Savita ne bhi suna. Usne mudkar dekha... aur uske chehre par woh smile aa gayi. Woh special smile. Jaise koi bachcha candy dekh ke khush ho jata hai.

"Woh aa gaya," usne kaha... excited hokar.

Maine darwaaza khola. Bahar... ek black SUV khadi thi. Aur uske paas... Aryan khada tha. Usne suit nahi pehna tha ab. Casual clothes. Jeans. T-shirt. Aur uske haath mein... flowers the. Red roses.




Usne dekha Savita ko... aur uske chehre par woh expression aa gaya. Woh same expression jo maine cabin mein dekha tha. Woh desire. Woh love. Woh passion.

"Savita," usne kaha... dheere se.

Savita ne mere taraf dekha... ek last baar. Usne apna haath mere haath mein daala... aur squeeze kiya. Thank you ke liye. Love ke liye.

Phir woh bhaag kar gayi. Woh red saree mein... woh black bra ke straps dikhate hue... bhaag kar Aryan ki taraf gayi.

Aryan ne usse hug kiya. Flowers diye. Aur phir... usne meri taraf dekha. Door se. Usne apna haath uthaya... wave kiya. Respect mein. Gratitude mein.

Maine bhi haath uthaya.

Aur phir... woh donon gaadi mein baith gaye. Savita passenger seat mein. Aryan driver seat mein. Usne engine start kiya.

Aur gaadi... chali gayi.




Main wahi khada raha. Dekhta raha. Jab tak woh turn lekar gayab nahi ho gayi.

Phir maine darwaaza bandh kiya. Ghar mein andhera tha. Main akela tha.

Par mere dimaag mein ab woh scene tha. Savita aur Aryan. Red saree. Black bra. Flowers. Aur jo hone wala tha... woh complete experience. Jo maine permission di thi.

Maine sofa par baithkar apna mobile uthaya. Time check kiya. Raat ke 8 baje the.

Ab... ab unki raat shuru hone wali thi. Savita khush hote hue dusre din doorbell bajate aai aur kya kya hua wo sab muje detail me bataya...

Savita ......

Mai toh andar se itni khush thi... ki tumhe bata nahi sakti, Vikram. Mere pati ne... mere pyare pati ne... khud mujhe apne pehle pyar ke karib aane ka mauka diya. Yeh soch ke hi mere dil dhak-dhak kar raha tha. Aur jab maine woh black bra pehna... aur red saree... mujhe aisa lag raha tha jaise main koi randi hoon. Meri chhati... yeh bra mein kitni badi lag rahi thi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise main kisi ko seduce karne jaa rahi hoon. Par mujhe farak nahi padh raha tha. Kyunki... kyunki main Aryan ke liye kuch bhi kar sakti thi. Kuch bhi.

Jab main car mein baithi... toh woh smell aayi. Us ki gaadi ki smell. Us ki perfume ki smell. Wohi smell jo mujhe yaad thi... training days se. Woh masculine smell. Woh power.

Aryan mujhe dekh raha tha. Us ki aankhen... woh meri red saree par thi. Meri cleavage par thi. Usne notice kiya hoga ki maine bra pehni hai. Aur woh straps dikh rahe hain. Usne muskuraya... wohi confident smile. Woh jaanta tha ki main uske liye ready hoon.





Maine seat belt lagane ki koshish ki... par usne rok diya. Usne apna haath mere haath par rakha... aur dheere se mere taraf khiskaaya. Mere paas aaya.

"Tum..." usne kaha... dheere se. "Tum bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Is red mein... tum..."

Usne kuch aur kaha nahi. Bas... usne mere honthon pe kiss kar diya.

Woh kiss... Vikram, tum samajh nahi sakte. Woh kiss... woh jalane wala kiss tha. Woh aag lagane wala kiss. Usne apne honthon se mere honthon ko press kiya... aur phir apni tongue se mere lips ko part kar diya. Andar ghusaaya. Mere mouth ko explore kiya. Woh deep tha... passionate tha... aur woh mujhe feel kar raha tha. Mere baal... usne apne haathon mein liye... aur pull kiya. Thoda sa pain diya... taaki main realize karoon ki yeh real hai.

Main... main toh pagal ho gayi. Maine uska face pakda... aur aur zyada deep kiss karne lagi. Mere haath uske baalon mein ghoom rahe the. Usne apna dusra haath... mere saree ke andar daala. Mere blouse pe. Mere bra pe. Usne feel kiya... ki maine kya pehna hai.

"Black and kuch nahi?" usne kaha... kiss break karke... dheere se.

Maine muskuraya. "Tumhara favorite color... yaad hai?"

Usne bhi muskuraya... aur phir se kiss kar liya. Is baar aur zyada rough. Aur zyada demanding.

"Main tumhe ghar le jaana chahta hoon," usne kaha... saans lete hue. "Abhi. Isi waqt. Yahan road pe nahi... ghar pe. Apne bedroom mein. Jahan koi disturb na kare. Jahan main tumhe..."

Usne kuch aur nahi kaha. Bas... usne gaadi start ki. Aur hum chal diye.

Maine tumhe yaad kiya, Vikram. Us waqt bhi. Ki tumne yeh mauka diya. Tumne yeh permission di. Aur main... main tumhara shukriya ada kar rahi thi... apne actions se. Ki main yeh night... yeh experience... tumhare liye bhi special banaungi. Tumhari permission ki respect karungi. Par... par Aryan ke saath bhi... wohi passion feel karungi. Jo main hamesha se deserve karti thi.

Superb dear, achhi kahani likhi h, cucold ko achha mod diya h, lekin thoda jaldbaji kr di

 

[Danish Mukharji]

Part 33

Meri saansein tez chal rahi thi, Vikram. Tum imagine nahi kar sakte. Mera dil... woh itni tezi se dhadak raha tha jaise koi drum baj raha ho. Kyunki... kyunki main jaanti thi ki main kahan ja rahi hoon. Kis ke paas ja rahi hoon.




Yeh pyar tha mera pehla. Aryan. Jisse maine training days mein dekha tha. Jisse maine chaha tha. Par kabhi... kabhi usse poori tarah se na mil payi. Shaadi nahi ki usse. Kyunki duty thi. Desh tha. Mission tha. Par aaj... aaj woh sab kuch peeche chhod kar... main uske saath uske ghar ja rahi thi. Usse chudvane. Usse apna sab kuch dene.

Aur meri chut... woh toh already gili ho rahi thi. Bheeg rahi thi. Pata hai, Vikram? Main car mein baithi thi... aur mujhe feel ho raha tha ki meri panty... woh black wali jo maine pehni thi... woh already wet ho gayi thi. Aryan ke baaju mein baithi thi... uski smell le rahi thi... aur mere dimaag mein sirf wohi scene chal raha tha. Ki jab hum ghar pahunchenge... toh kya hoga. Kaise hoga. Kitna intense hoga.

Maine Aryan ki taraf dekha. Woh gaadi chala raha tha. Uske haath steering pe the... par uski nazar mujh par thi. Baar baar meri taraf dekh raha tha. Meri red saree dekhta tha. Meri cleavage dekhta tha. Aur muskurata tha. Woh jaanta tha. Woh jaanta tha ki main uske liye ready hoon. Ki main usse chahati hoon. Poori tarah se.

"Jaldi chalo," maine kaha... dheere se. Apne haath uske thigh pe rakhte hue. Uske jeans pe. Woh garam tha. Woh tight tha. Aur main... main usse feel karna chahti thi. Aur zyada.

Aryan ne meri taraf dekha. "Bhiig gayi ho?" usne pucha... naughty smile ke saath. Woh jaanta tha. Woh hamesha jaanta tha.

"Haan," maine kaha... sharmate hue nahi... confidently. "Bahut zyada. Tumhari wajah se. Tumhari yaadon se. Aur ab... ab tumhare saamne se. Jaldi chalo na... please. Mujhe... mujhe aur intezaar nahi ho raha."




Aryan ne gaadi tez kar di. Accelerator dabaya. Hum highway pe the. Raat ke 9 baj rahe the. Traffic kam tha. Par mujhe lag raha tha jaise... jaise yeh rasta kabhi khatam nahi hoga. Lamba tha. Bahut lamba.

Maine apna haath uske thigh se hata kar... apni saree ke andar daala. Apni panty mein. Woh gili thi. Bahut zyada. Main apni fingers ko feel kar rahi thi... apni wetness ko. Aur main moan kar rahi thi. Halke halke. Aryan sun raha tha. Usne music bandh kar diya. Sirf meri awaaz sunni chahta tha.

"Tum... tum aise kar rahi ho toh..." Aryan ne kaha... apna lund adjust karte hue. "Main... main gaadi rok dunga. Road pe hi. Aur yahin... yahin shuru kar dunga."

"Nahi," maine kaha... apni fingers ko apni chut mein andar bahar karte hue. "Ghar le jaao. Poora maza lena hai. Bed pe. Bina kisi jaldi ke. Poori raat. Tumne... tumne promise kiya tha na... ki tum mujhe poori raat chodoge. Toh... toh ruko. Thodi der aur. Bas thodi der."

Aryan ne gaadi aur tez kar di. 80... 90... 100. Speed limit cross kar raha tha. Par mujhe farak nahi padh raha tha. Kyunki main... main bhi control kho rahi thi. Meri fingers tez ho gayi thi. Main apni clit rub kar rahi thi. Apni wetness spread kar rahi thi. Aur moan kar rahi thi. Zor se.

"Aryan... Aryan please..." maine kaha... approaching orgasm. "Jaldi... jaldi... main... main jhadne wali hoon... aur... aur main chahti hoon ki... ki tumhari baahon mein jhaadun... please... jaldi..."

Aryan ne ek sharp turn liya. Uske ghar ka gate aa gaya tha. Security ne usse recognize kiya... aur gate khola. Hum andar gaye. Driveway pe. Parking mein.




Aur jaise hi gaadi ruki... Aryan ne mujhe pakda. Apne honthon se mere honthon ko daba diya. Woh kiss... woh hungry kiss. Woh desperate kiss. Jaise woh bhi control karna chhod chuka ho.

"Chalo," usne kaha... kiss break karke. "Ab... ab poori raat shuru hoti hai. Meri Savita. Meri pehli pyar. Meri... meri aaj ki raat."

Maine gaadi se bahar nikli. Woh red saree mein. Woh black bra mein. Woh gili panty mein. Aur Aryan ne mujhe god mein utha liya. Uske ghar ke darwaaze ki taraf. Car keys gir gaye... par usne pick nahi kiye. Kyunki usse... usse sirf mujhse matlab tha. Sirf mujhse.

Aur main... main uske god mein thi. Uske strong arms mein. Meri saansein tez thi. Meri chut gili thi. Aur mera dil... woh sirf uske liye dhadak raha tha. Poori raat ke liye. Poori zindagi ke liye.

Aryan ke ghar mein naukar the, Vikram. Bahut saare. Jaise koi bade officer ka ghar hota hai. Gate khulte hi do chaukidaar the... aur andar jaate hi ek bada sa hall. Wahan bhi do-three servants khade the. Uniform mein. White shirt, black pants.

Jab Aryan mujhe god mein utha kar andar le ja raha tha... tab unki nazar mujh par gayi. Meri red saree par. Meri cleavage par. Mere baalon par. Aur phir... phir Aryan ke chehre par. Unhone salute kiya. "Good evening, sir."

Par jab main unki aankhon mein dekhi... toh woh smile dekhi. Wohi knowing smile. Wohi lust wali. Kyunki... kyunki unme se kuch logon ne mujhe pehle dekha tha. Bahut saal pehle.

Ek naukar... woh thoda budha tha... usne mujhe recognize kiya. Main uski aankhon mein dekhti thi. Woh soch raha tha... yaad kar raha tha. "Yeh... yeh wohi officer hai na? Woh strict police officer? Jo do saal pehle yahan aayi thi Aryan sir ke saath kisi case mein? Usne uniform mein thi. Khaki mein. Cap pehni hui thi. Itni strict thi... itni authoritative thi... ki koi usse aankh milake nahi dekh sakta tha."




Aur ab... ab wohi officer. Main. Uski god mein. Red saree mein. Black bra ke straps dikhate hue. Baal khule hue. Honton pe wohi naughty smile. Aur woh... woh dekh raha tha. Un sab ko pata chal raha tha ki main kya hoon. Ki main yahan kyun aayi hoon.

Ek aur naukar... jo thoda young tha... usne apne saathi se kuch kaha. Dheere se. Par main sun liya. "Dekh... dekhi? Woh strict police officer? Aaj... aaj randi ki tarah lag rahi hai. Sir ne... sir ne aaj poori raat ke liye bulaya hai. Dekh raha hai kaise chipki hui hai unse?"

Maine suna, Vikram. Par mujhe farak nahi pada. Kyunki... kyunki woh sach tha. Wohi strict officer... main... aaj randi ban kar aayi thi. Apne pehle pyar ke liye. Apne pati ki permission se. Aur mujhe... mujhe isme koi sharam nahi thi.

Aryan ne mujhe neeche nahi utara. Woh mujhe god mein hi rakha. Aur un naukaron ke saamne se guzara. Unki nazar mein. Unki smile mein. Woh jaanta tha ki woh kya soch rahe hain. Aur usse... usse maza aa raha tha. Ki uski Savita... uski pehli pyar... aaj uske liye itni desperate hai.

"Kya dekh rahe ho?" Aryan ne unse pucha... strict tone mein. "Apna kaam karo. Aur... aur kal subah... koi disturb nahi karega. Samjhe? Main... main aur madam... busy hain."

Unhone haan mein sir hilaaya. Par unki smile... wohi rahti. Wohi naughty. Kyunki woh jaante the. Ki yeh raat... yeh raat kya hone wali hai. Ki unka malik... aur yeh police officer... kya karne wale hain.

Aryan mujhe upar le gaya. First floor. Uske bedroom mein. Woh bada sa room. King size bed. Glass windows. Aur ek bada sa bathroom attached.




Jab hum andar gaye... toh usne door lock kiya. Phir... phir usne mujhe neeche utara. Bed ke paas. Main khadi rahi. Woh mujhe dekh raha tha. Aur muskura raha tha.

"Unhe dekh ke..." usne kaha... dheere se. "Unki aankhen dekh ke... mujhe maza aa raha tha. Ki woh kya soch rahe the. Ki yeh strict officer... aaj meri bed par kya karne wali hai. Toh... toh batao na... kya karne wali ho?"

Maine apna pallu giraya. Floor pe. Meri cleavage... poori dikh rahi thi. Black bra. Red saree. Contrast.

"Wohi..." maine kaha... stepping closer to him. "Jo ek randi apne pehle pyar ke saath karti hai. Poori raat. Bina ruke. Bina thake. Bas... bas pyar. Aur passion. Aur... aur sab kuch."

Aryan ne mujhe pakda. Aur phir... phir woh kiss shuru hui. Wohi hungry. Wohi desperate. Wohi passionate.

Aur main... main usme kho gayi. Un naukar ki baaton ko bhool gayi. Unki nazar ko bhool gayi. Bas... bas Aryan tha. Aur main. Aur woh bed. Jo abhi tak bura nahi hua tha. Par ab... ab hone wala tha.

Maine kamre mein charo taraf dekha, Vikram. Aryan ke bedroom mein. Woh bada sa room. Aur tabhi meri nazar un khidkiyon par gayi. Do khidkiya thi... side mein. Aur woh... woh thodi si open thi. Curtain nahi the. Ya phir... ya phir thoda sa gap tha.

Aur us gap se... maine dekha. Kuch chehre. Kuch aankhen. Wohi naukar. Jo neeche the. Ab yahan peeche aa gaye the. Window ke bahar. Chhup kar. Dekh rahe the.




Mere dimaag mein aaya ki shayad yeh unki jagah hai. Shayad yahan se pehle bhi kuch dekha hoga unhone. Aryan ke saath kisi aur ke saath. Par is baar... is baar main thi. Main. Unki madam. Unki strict police officer. Randi ban kar aayi hui.

Aryan ka dhyan bhi gaya un par. Usne woh chehre dekhe. Window ke bahar. Chhupte hue. Par chhup nahi paaye. Uska chehra gusse se laal ho gaya. Woh unhe daatne ke liye aage badha. Wohi strict officer wala attitude. "Tum log..." usne kaha... zor se.

Par maine use rok diya. Apne haath se. Uske haath pakda. "Nahi," maine kaha... dheere se. "Mat jaao. Dekhne do na. Kya jaata hai?"

Aryan ne meri taraf dekha. Confused. "Kya? Tum... tum serious ho? Woh... woh dekh rahe hain. Tumhe. Humhe. Yeh sab..."

"Haan," maine kaha... muskurate hue. "Dekhne do. Kya farak padta hai? Unhe bhi toh maza aayega. Ki unki madam... unki strict officer... yahan kya kar rahi hai. Aur waise bhi... waise bhi tumne kaha tha na... ki tumhe exhibitionism pasand hai. Toh... toh yeh bhi toh wahi hai. Thoda zyada public. Par maza aayega."

Aryan ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas... usne woh window ki taraf dekha. Phir mujhe. Aur phir... usne muskuraya. Wohi naughty smile. "Tum sach mein... sach mein alag ho, Savita. Meri pehli pyar. Meri... meri perfect woman."

"Kya jaata hai tumhara?" maine pucha... challenging him. "Agar woh dekhein... toh kya tumhe koi loss hai?"

Aryan ne apna sir hilaaya. "Nahi," usne kaha. "Mera bhi kya jaata hai? Bas... bas maza aayega. Aur zyada. Ki woh dekhte hain. Aur hum... hum karte hain."

Yeh sun kar... maine apna decision liya. Maine apne haathon ko apni saree ke pallu pe le gayi. Woh red wala. Woh transparent wala. Aur dheere se... maine usse pakda. Aur khincha.

Saree... poori saree... floor pe gir gayi. Meri body... woh black bra mein. Aur petticoat mein. Poori dikh rahi thi. Un naukar ki aankhon ke saamne. Window se.




Maine unki taraf dekha. Unke chehre pe woh expression. Shock. Surprise. Lust. Ki yeh... yeh wohi officer hai. Jo do saal pehle yahan aayi thi. Cap pehne hue. Strict look mein. Aur aaj... aaj sirf black bra mein. Red petticoat mein. Aur woh bhi... woh bhi apne aap ko expose kar rahi hai.

Maine unhe wink kiya. Haan, Vikram. Main wink kiya. Kyunki mujhe maza aa raha tha. Ki main unhe control kar sakti hoon. Ki main unki nazar se... unki imagination se... maza le sakti hoon.

Aryan ne meri taraf dekha. Uske aankhen badi ho gayi. "Tum... tum unhe provoke kar rahi ho?"

"Haan," maine kaha... confidently. "Kyun? Tumhe problem hai?"

"Nahi," usne kaha... aur mere paas aaya. "Bilkul nahi. Bas... bas ab main bhi kuch karna chahta hoon. Unhe dikhane ke liye. Ki tum... tum meri ho. Aaj ki raat. Poori tarah se."

Usne apne haath meri kamar pe rakhe. Aur mujhe apni taraf khincha. Mere breasts... uske chest se touch hue. Meri bra... uske shirt se. Aur hum... hum dono wahan khade rahe. Window ke saamne. Un naukar ki aankhon mein. Kiss karne lage.

Woh kiss... woh un sab ke liye tha. Ki woh dekhein. Ki woh jaanein. Ki yeh madam... yeh officer... aaj kis ke saath hai. Aur kya kar rahi hai.

Aur main... main us kiss mein kho gayi. Aryan ke honthon mein. Uski tongue mein. Uske haathon mein. Jo ab meri back pe the. Meri bra ko unhook karne ki koshish kar rahe the.

"Let them watch," maine dheere se kaha... uske honthon mein. "Poori raat. Jo karna hai... karne do. Koi problem nahi. Koi boundary nahi. Bas... bas tum aur main. Aur yeh raat."

Aryan ne haan mein sir hilaaya. Aur usne meri bra khol di. Back se. Hooks khol diye. Aur maine... maine use aage se gira diya. Floor pe. Meri breasts... poori nangi. Sirf petticoat mein. Window ke saamne. Un naukar ki aankhon mein.

Aur tab... tab maine unhe dekha. Unke chehre pe woh expression. Ki woh sab kuch dekh rahe the. Aur unhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha. Ki yeh sach hai. Ki yeh dream nahi hai. Ki yeh... yeh real hai.

Maine unke liye apni breasts ko touch kiya. Apne haathon se. Apne nipples ko pinch kiya. Thoda sa. Aur moan ki. Zor se. Taaki unhe sun sake. Taaki woh jaanein ki mujhe maza aa raha hai. Ki main yahan khush hoon. Ki main... main randi ban kar khush hoon.

Aryan ne mere peeche se mujhe pakda. Apne haathon se mere breasts ko cover kar liya. Un naukar ke liye view block kar diya. Aur mere kaan mein kaha... "Bas. Ab bahut ho gaya. Ab... ab sirf mere liye. Unke liye nahi. Bas... bas hum dono."

Maine muskuraya. "Theek hai," maine kaha. "Ab sirf tumhare liye. Par pehle... pehle unhe yeh toh dikha do... ki tum mujhe kaise chodoge. Ki tum... tum mere pehle pyar ho. Aur aaj... aaj meri poori raat ho."

Aryan ne mujhe bed ki taraf dhakka diya. Main gir gayi. Soft mattress pe. Petticoat mein. Bra mein nahi... kyunki woh toh utar chuki thi. Aur woh... woh mere upar aa gaya. Window se door. Par ab bhi... ab bhi woh dekh sakte the. Agar woh aage aate toh.

Par ab... ab mujhe farak nahi pada. Kyunki Aryan ne apna shirt utara. Uska chest... wohi toned body. Training days wali. Meri saamne. Aur main... main uske liye apni arms faila di.

"Aa jao," maine kaha. "Ab... ab poori raat shuru hoti hai. Meri pehle pyar. Mere... mere Aryan."

Aur woh aa gaya. Mere upar. Mere honthon pe. Mere breasts pe. Meri body pe. Poori tarah se.

Aur main... main usme kho gayi. Un naukar ko bhool gayi. Window ko bhool gayi. Bas... bas Aryan tha. Aur main. Aur woh bed. Jo ab... ab hamara tha. Poori raat ke liye.