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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Flashback Series — Saga A: The Wedding (Final Part)
The Claiming, The Climax

**Pooja's Perspective**

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Vikram neeche aaya. Mere paas. Haath meri panties pe. Fingers sliding. Slow. Teasing. Dheere kheenchi. Down. Off. Meri chut. Gili. Naked. Exposed. Uske saamne.

*"Ab,"* usne kaha. *"Pehle main. Phir tu. Fair hai na?"*

Usne start kiya. Tongue. Clit. Sucking. Flicking. Slow. Teasing. Torturous. Main moan kar rahi thi. Loud. *"Vikram! Oh god! Please! Aur! Tez!"*

15 minute. Poora. Building. Edge pe laaya. Phir ruk gaya. Smile. Knowing.

*"Tera turn,"* usne kaha. *"Meri saali. Meri... experienced saali. Kitna achha karti hai. Dekhte hain."*

Main kneel ki. Uske legs ke beech mein. Bed pe. Woh baitha tha. Edge pe. Main zameen pe. Kneeling. Uska lund. Large. Thick. Hard. Mere saamne.

Maine pakda. Lick kiya. Tip pe. Precum. Taste. Salt. Him. Phir poora. Mouth mein. Deep. Sucking.

*"Oh meri jaan,"* usne kaha. Hands mere head pe. *"Kitna achha. Kitna experienced. Pehle bhi kiya hai na? Kitno se? Bol. Maza aa raha hai na?"*

Main moan ki. Mouth full. *"Mmm... hmmm..."*

Usne spank kiya. Meri hips pe. Hard. Loud. *"Bol! Kitna achha? Kitna experienced?"*

Main door hui. Lips se. *"Haan... maza aa raha hai... experienced hoon... lekin... lekin tumse achha... koi nahi..."*

*"Good girl,"* usne kaha. Phir spank. Hard. Red mark. *"Aur choos. Poora. Maza le. Main bhi leta hoon."*

Woh lean back. Lie down. Main kneel. Sucking. Deep. Throat. Uske haath mere bra pe. Tearing. Ripping. Off. Meri breasts. Naked. Bounce ho rahe thay. Sucking ke saath.

*"Meri saali,"* usne kaha. *"Meri... raani. Ab? Ab main khaunga. Tujhe. Poori."*

Woh utha. Mujhe bed pe phenka. Main gir gayi. Back pe. Woh upar aaya. Mere breasts pe. Feasting. Sucking. Biting. Mauling. Hands. Rough. Hard. Printing. Marks. 10 minute. Poora. Mera lund hard again. Ready.

*"Ab,"* usne kaha. *"Asli maza. Penetration. Meri saali. Meri... property. Nahi. Meri... partner. Meri... jaan."*

Position liya. Missionary. Tip mere entrance pe. Rubbing. Teasing. Main moan kar rahi thi. *"Please! Vikram! Ab! Poora! Daal do!"*

*"Maang,"* usne kaha. *"Maang mujhse. Rough. Hard. Vicious. Maang."*

*"Please! Rough! Hard! Vicious! Mujhe chodo! Poori tarah se! Ab! Please!"*

Usne thrust kiya. Poora. Deep. Hard. Main chillayi. *"Oh god! Vikram! Dard! Maza! Dono!"*

Thrusting. Rough. Fast. Vicious. Powerful. Large cock. Stretching. Filling. Main scream kar rahi thi. *"Oh god! Vikram! Aur! Harder! Please! Aur!"*

*"Chilla,"* usne kaha. *"Chilla loud. Sab sunn. Meri saali. Meri... jaan. Maza aa raha hai na? Aur chahti hai na?"*

*"Haan! Maza aa raha hai! Aur chahti hoon! Poori raat! Bar bar! Please! Vikram! Please!"*

20 minute. Poora. Rough. Hard. Vicious. Powerful. Main orgasm ke edge pe thi. Woh bhi. Saath mein.

*"Ab,"* usne kaha. Thrusting zor se. Final strokes. *"Saath mein. Nikalo. Poora. Meri saali. Meri... jaan. Meri... sab kuch. Ab!"*

Hum dono nikle. Saath mein. Deep. Intense. Mutual. Powerful. Main chillayi. Loud. *"Vikram! Oh god! Vikram! I love you! I love this! I love you!"*

Woh growl kiya. *"Pooja! Meri jaan! Meri! Hamesha!"*

Thrusts ruke. Dheere. Slow. Hum dono sweaty. Exhausted. Satisfied. Complete.

Main uske upar let gayi. Chest pe. Head uske shoulder pe. Arms around. Both resting. Quiet. Peaceful. Complete.

*"Yeh,"* usne kaha. Whisper. *"Yeh tha. Pehli baar. Lekar hamesha ke liye. Meri saali. Meri... jaan. Meri... hamesha."*

Main muskurayi. Weak. Satisfied. *"Haan. Hamesha. Vikram. Sirf tera. Hamesha."*

Raat complete. Flashback complete. Vikram aur Pooja. Pehli baar. Hamesha ke liye.

*The End of Flashback Saga A*

 

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Enter Mona




**Mona's Perspective**

**Friday Afternoon | 2:30 PM | Alwar, Premium Residential Society**

Main kitchen mein thi. Chai banane. Dheere. Automatic. Heart racing. Thoughts ka storm. Mind mein chaos.

Aman. Mera husband. Mera Aman. Shaadi ko 2 saal. Happy. Content. Lekin ab? Ab kuch alag tha.

Jaipur mein rehte thay. Dono families paas. In-laws. Parents. Freely move karti thi. Ghar se ghar. Lekin ab? Ab Alwar mein thi.

4 mahine se. Aman ne factory construction oversee karna tha. Family business. New project. 3-4 mahine aur. Phir wapas Jaipur.

Initially? Initially fun tha. Week 1. Week 2. Recap of honeymoon. Large flat. Premium society. Sirf hum dono. Koi disturb nahi. Sex. Morning. Night. Afternoon. Non-stop. Honeymoon energy.

Lekin ab? Ab Aman busy tha. Construction progress. Meetings. Site visits. Late nights. Main? Main ghar pe. Bored. Akeli.

Reality shows. TV. Din bhar. Kuch nahi karna. Kuch nahi hai yahan.

Alwar. Town se zyada. City kam. Modern nahi. Delhi jaise nahi. Jaipur jaise nahi. Friends? Koi nahi. Social life? Zero.

Main kitchen mein khadi thi. Chai ban rahi thi. Cup ready. Doodh ubal raha tha. Heart racing. Soch rahi thi.

*"Kya ho raha hoga Jaipur mein?"* Soch rahi thi. *"Pooja? Woh hamesha busy. Hamesha planning. Main? Main yahan. Akeli. Bored. Kuch nahi."*

College ki yaadein aayi. Pooja. Meri partner. Meri... slutty partner. Adventures. Lekin ab? Ab main married. Domesticated. Boring.

Chai ready. Cup mein daali. Main living room mein gayi. Sofa pe baithi. TV on. Koi dekh nahi rahi. Akeli.

*To be continued...*

 

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Enter Mona (continued) — Purani Yaadein

**Mona's Perspective**

**Thursday Evening | Alwar Market**

Aman aur main stroll kar rahe thay. Post dinner. Ice cream. Vanilla. Chocolate. Simple. Sweet. Boring.

Tabhi—ek swanky car ruki. Black. Expensive. Window neeche hui.

Aur wahan tha woh.

**Vikram.**

Sharply dressed. Suit. Expensive. Glowing. Dominant. 33 saal ka. Bulked up. More than before. More powerful. More dangerous.

Mera heart ruk gaya. Ek second. Flash. Memories. Alibag trip. Goa trip. Pooja. Teenon. Steamy sessions. Wild nights. Rough sex. His claiming. His dominance. His... everything.

*"Vikram,"* maine socha. *"Yahan? Alwar mein? Ab? Kya chahiye? Kya..."*

Maine hold kiya apne aap ko. Control kiya. Smile kiya. Normal.

*"Aman,"* maine kaha. *"Yeh... yeh Vikram hain. Pooja Bhabhi ke cousin Jiju. Honey ke husband. Family."* Introduction. Clean. Safe. Not as past lover. Not as... uska.

*"Vikram,"* maine kaha. *"Yeh mera husband Aman. Factory construction oversee kar rahe hain yahan."*

Vikram ne smile kiya. Slow. Knowing. Hungry. *"Hi Aman. Hi Mona."* Eyes meri taraf. Moving. Scanning. My body. My curves. My everything.

Aman aur Vikram chat karne lage. Similar personalities. Business. Construction. Real estate. Dominant. Arrogant. Confident. Aman ne invite kiya. Dinner. Ghar pe. Vikram ne kaha. *"Plans hain. Lekin try karunga. Fit kar dunga. Delhi jaane se pehle."*

Main notice kiya. Vikram ke eyes. Meri body pe. Moving. Glances. Short. Discreet. Lekin hungry. Imagining. Past sessions. Alibag. Goa. Pooja. Main. Teenon. Naked. Rough. Wild.

Usne phone nikala. Address note kiya. Directions. Hamara ghar. Location. Saved.

*"Stupid,"* maine socha. Heart racing. Panic. Excitement. Mixed. *"Stupid hubby. Dinner invite kar raha hai. Usse. Vikram ko. Usse jo... jo mujhe le chuka hai. Pehle. Bar bar. Ab? Ab woh kya karega? Dinner? Nahi. Woh... woh mujhe gulp karega. Poori tarah se. Tere saamne. Ya tere bina. Lekin karega. Zaroor karega."*

Main muskurayi. Weak. Nervous

 

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Old Flings Ignite — 15 Minute Ka Khel

Mona's Perspective
Alwar Residence | 3:30 PM

Main bored thi. TV scroll kar rahi thi. Kuch nahi. Housemaid gayi thi. Aman aur main privacy prefer karte thay. Unlike Jaipur. Yahan akeli. Free. Lekar ab? Ab bas time pass.

Door bell baji. Bing. Shopping parcel hoga. Main gayi. Door khola. String latch still attached. Chain on. Peeche khadi thi. Safe.

Lekar wahan tha woh.

Vikram

Crisp formals. Expensive perfume. Suit. Dominant. Twinkle in eyes. Smile. Knowing.

*"Hi,"* usne kaha. "Main nearby tha. Aman aur tumhari yaad aayi. Evening busy ho jaata hai negotiation drinks mein. Socha... socha home made tea catch up kar lein. Tum dono se."

Main wahan khadi thi. Door ke peeche. Not expecting anyone. Lekin ab? Ab exposed thi. Kya pehna tha? Pink gym shorts.Real tiny. Tight. Loose vest style sleeveless top. Navel exposed. Cleavage visible. No bra? Maybe. Maybe not. Lekin definitely underdressed. Definitely exposed. Definitely his.

Maine side latch nahi khola. Voice trembled. Weak. "Aman... Aman ghar pe nahi hai Vikram."

*"Oh I know,"* usne kaha. Playful. Teasing. Predator. "Maine call kiya tha. Aman ko. Before coming. Woh raaste mein hai. 15 minute mein aayega. Should I come in? Ya... ya bahar khada rahu?"

Main shock mein thi. Yeh move expect nahi kiya tha. Vikram ne plan kiya tha. Engineered. 15 minute window. Aman ko bulaya. Khud pehle aaya. Alone time. Trapped.

Ab main host ban gayi. Compelled. Polite. Trapped.

*"Please... please come in,"* maine kaha. Door khola. Latch off. "My manners. Sorry. Come sit. Main... main tea aur snacks prepare karti hoon. Aman ke liye. Aur... aur aapke liye."

Woh andar aaya. Living room. Sofa. Baitha. Eyes. Meri body pe. Shorts pe. Top pe. Navel pe. Legs pe. Scanning. Hungry. Remembering. Alibag. Goa. Past.

Main kitchen mein gayi. Hide karne. Uske stare se. Door ke peeche. Safe. Lekar nahi. Safe nahi thi. Woh aayega. 15 minute. Alone.

Pot on. Chai. Snacks. Thinking. Thoughts. Past memories. Vikram. Pooja. Teenon. Naked. Rough. Wild. Steamy.

Tabhi—uski awaaz. Kitchen door pe. Close. Very close.

*"Can I help?"* usne kaha. Smile. Hungry. 15 minute clock ticking.

*To be continued...*

 

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Old Flings Ignite (continued) — 15 Minute Ka Khel, Purani Aag

**Mona's Perspective**

Woh paas aaya. Close. Arms brushing. Mere against. *"So long time it has been,"* usne kaha. Whisper. Hot breath. *"Right? Mona. Meri jaan."*

Maine divert karne ki koshish ki. Weak. *"You... you sit comfortably na outside. Aman... Aman must be coming. Let me play host. Main... main 10 minute mein sab ready kar deti hoon. Please. Baitho."*

*"Main baitha hoon outside,"* usne kaha. Flirting. Eyes locked. *"Better this way. We can talk. I have seen you... what after 2-3 years now? You look gorgeous. Beautiful. Sexy. Meri Mona. Meri... old flame."*

Uske haath. Softly. Meri hips pe. Moving. Caressing. Claiming. Slow. Deliberate.

Uske doosra haath. Mere kaan pe. Big ear pendants. Jhumka. Tingling. Touching. All my men did similar. Aman. Pehle boyfriends. Sab. Like an initiation ritual. Lekin Vikram? Vikram ka touch alag tha. Dangerous. Known. Experienced.

Uska haath neeche aaya. Slow. Gently. Mera top. Loose vest. Neeche kheencha. Ek shoulder se. Off. Exposing. Strap visible. Skin. Shoulder.

*"Remember Goa?"* usne whisper kiya. Hot breath. Mere kaan mein. *"Alibag? Teenon. Pooja. Tum. Main. Nange. Beach pe. Raat mein. Wild. Rough. Yaad hai?"*

*"Vikram please,"* maine kaha. Weak. Moved away. *"Main... main married hoon ab. Aman. Mera husband. Please. Yeh... yeh galat hai."*

Usne haath meri waist pe rakha. Zor se. Grab kiya. Closer. Mere against. Tight. *"Main bhi married tha,"* usne kaha. Smile. Knowing. *"Tab bhi. Honey. Meri biwi. Lekin tumhe bother nahi kiya tha. Mujhe bhi nahi. Toh ab? Ab kyun? Shaadi? Rishta? Boundaries? Hum dono jaante hain. Kya hai. Kya chahiye."*

Usne mujhe grab kiya. Arms mein. Zor se. Pull kiya. Close. Tight. Mere against. Chest pe. His muscles. Hard. Dominant. Eyes locked. Meri. Uski. Hungry. Knowing. Remembering.

Phir—uske lips. Mere lips pe. Kiss. Hard. Deep. Passionate. 15 minute clock. Ticking. Aman coming. Lekin ab? Ab sirf yeh. Sirf hum. Sirf kiss. Sirf shuruat.

*To be continued...*

 

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Old Flings Ignite (continued) — 10 Minute Ka Khel, Kitchen Ka Khel

Mona's Perspective

Uske haath. Meri body pe. Moving. Feeling. Meri hips. Over tiny pink shorts. Lips. Mere neck pe. Cheeks pe. Soft. Wet. Claiming.

*"Vikram please,"* maine kaha. Weak. Opposing. *"Bhool jao purani baatein. Ab main tumhari nahi hoon. Main married hoon. Aman ki hoon. Please. Bas karo."*

Usne smile kiya. Slow. Confident. Playful. *"Tum hamesha meri rahi ho,"* usne kaha. *"Shaadi, Aman, yeh sab kuch nahi badalta. Tum meri ho. Hamesha thi. Hamesha rahogi. Bas ab jaag rahi ho. Phir se."*

Usne mujhe uthaya. Zor se. Pick kiya. Kitchen slab pe. Baitha diya. Mujhe. Up. High. Trapped. Uske khel mein. Uski chaal mein. Main uski pawn thi. Aur woh? Woh player tha. Master. Dominant.

*"Please Vikram,"* maine kaha. Trembling. *"Aman aa jayega. Koi bhi waqt. Samjho na. Chhod do. Jaane do mujhe."*

Usne dekha. Watch. Time. Smile. Playful. Hungry. *"Abhi 12 minute hain,"* usne kaha. Teasing. *"Main sirf 10 minute loonga. Baki 2 minute tumhe change karne ke liye dunga. Warna Aman dekh lega... apni biwi ko itni chhoti shorts mein, kisi aur aadmi ke saamne. Kaisi lagogi? Chhoti si slut ki tarah. Woh pasand karega?"*

*"Vikram please,"* maine kaha. Desperate. Weak. Lekin body? Body responding. Aroused. Excited. Maza aa raha tha. Uske khel mein trapped hoke.

Uske haath. Meri boobs pe. Toying. Playing. Teasing. Over loose top. Nipples hard. Visible. Responsive. Main moan ki. Weak.

*"Yeh secret,"* usne kaha. Whisper. Hot breath. *"Sirf tum aur main. Aman ko pata nahi. Honey ko pata nahi. Kisi ko pata nahi. Iske liye... kal tum aaogi. Hotel ABC. 1 PM. Aman office mein hoga. Aur tum? Tum meri hogi. Shaam tak. Poori tarah se. Meri slut. Meri pawn. Meri game mein trapped."*

*"Main nahi aaungi,"* maine kaha. Weak. Opposing. *"Nahi Vikram. Please."*

*"Aaogi,"* usne kaha. Smile. Confident. Playful. *"Apni marzi se. Meri slut banke. Hamesha ki tarah. Kyunki tumhe maza aata hai. Yeh khel. Yeh trap. Mere saath."*

Usne mera top pakda. Loose vest. Ripped. Zor se. Off. Phenka. Side mein. Playful. Dominant. Lekin cheerful. Fun. Game.

Wahan main thi. Sitting on kitchen slab. Tiny pink shorts. Small pink bra. Lace. Matching. Exposed. Trapped. Uske khel mein. Pawn. Lekin enjoying. Maza aa raha tha.

Woh kissing shuru kiya. Hard. Deep. Passionate. Main moan kar rahi thi. Loud. Aroused. Excited. Sharam. Maza. Mixed. Cheerful. Seductive.

*"Vikram,"* maine kaha. Weak. *"Shorts... mat..."*

*"Yeh shorts main rakhunga,"* usne kaha. Flirting. Teasing. Dominant. Playful. *"Kal tumhe dunga. Jab aaogi. Hotel ABC. 1 PM. Meri slut. Meri pawn. Meri game mein trapped. Aaogi na? Maza aayega."*

Usne shorts pakdi. Slide kiya. Neeche. Off. Utar diya. Slow. Teasing. Playful.

Main wahan khadi thi. Kitchen slab pe. Kitchen mein. Apne ghar mein. Sirf pink bra mein. Another man ke saamne. Vikram ke saamne. Trapped. Uske khel mein. Pawn. Lekin enjoying. Maza aa raha tha. Seductive. Cheerful. Spicy.

Woh ruka. Smile kiya. Slow. Hungry. Playful. Eyes. Top to bottom. Scanning. Devouring. Cheerful.

*"Abhi tumhe chodna nahi chahata,"* usne kaha. Whisper. *"Lekin time ho gaya. 2 minute left. Ja change karlo. Aman aa jayega. Phir? Phir kal. Hotel ABC. 1 PM. Poora din. Meri slut. Meri pawn. Meri game. Trapped. Maza aayega. Promise."*

Main wahan khadi thi. Naked. Almost. Pink bra. No shorts. Trapped. Shaking. Aroused. Excited. Uske khel mein. Pawn. Lekin enjoying. Kal. Hotel ABC. 1 PM. Trapped. Maza aayega.

*To be continued...*

 

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Chapter 39: Private Weekend

Alwar, Hotel ABC
11:00 AM, Saturday
Vikram's Perspective

Vikram nahaake nikla, towel kamar pe bandha hua. Bathroom ka mirror abhi bhi dhundhla tha steam se. Usne haath se ek circle saaf kiya aur apni shakal dekhi—uski wohi bhediya wali smile.

*Do ghante,* usne socha, clock ki taraf dekhte hue. *Bas do ghante.*

Woh whistling karte hue bedroom mein aaya. Hotel ABC ka suite—marble floors, champagne bucket mein thandi bottle, curtains se aa rahi soft Saturday morning ki roshni.

**Tuesday Night, Flashback:**

Phone buzz kiya tha ghar pe. Honey so rahi thi, peeth mod ke. Vikram ne uthaya, aur screen pe thi—*Pooja.* Jaipur se.

Do photos aayi. Download hote hi uski saans ruk si gayi.

*Siya.*

Sumit ki behen, uski *nanand*—jo Pooja ki shaadi mein uski nazar ka target ban gayi thi. Woh kaali saree mein, woh tez aankhein, woh "accidentally" usse touch karti ungliyan.

Phone pe message aaya: *'Liked what you see?'*

Vikram ne muskurate hue reply kiya: *"Bas ab isse zyada kya dekhna baki hai."*

Phir shuru hua khel. Pooja, uski naagin, *Jaipur* se web bun rahi thi. Phone pe uski awaaz wohi thi—meethi, zehreeli, mast.

*"Jiju,"* Pooja ne kaha, *"Siya tak jaane ka raasta Mona se hokar guzarta hai. Mona meri nanand hai, Siya bhi. Dono Sumit ki behenein. Aur Mona... woh so rahi hai. Time to wake her up."*

Vikram ne wohi gehra, vibrating laugh kiya. *"Business trip* ka bahana banake Alwar aana koi badi baat nahi thi. Honey ko bola—*factory expansion, urgent meetings, poora weekend lag sakta hai.* Usne laptop se nazar hi na uthayi.

**Ab, Present:**

Vikram ne kapde choose kiye. Black linen shirt, sleeves upar modhe hue. Dark jeans. Aur woh watch—jo Pooja ne gift ki thi.

Woh window pe khada hua, paani ka glass haath mein. Alwar ka dhool bhara nazara, door Neemrana Fort chamak raha tha.

*Pooja, tu naagin hai,* usne socha. *Sirf teri curves hi naagin ki tarah chalti hain, tu bhi utni hi khatarnak hai.*

College ke din yaad aaye. Woh trips—Goa, Manali, Dubai—sab uske paise pe. Mona aur Pooja... tab Pooja uski "college friend" thi, ab uski *bhabhi* ban gayi thi. Lekin khel wohi tha.

Pooja ne hi Mona ko uski life mein layi thi tab. *Meri college girl. Meri chhoti Mona.* Ab Pooja woh tohfa wapas la rahi thi—apni hi *nanand* ko uske hawale kar rahi thi.

Lekin power dynamic badal chuka tha. Vikram control mein tha. Pooja uske spell mein thi, phir bhi somehow woh is khel ki *gamemaster* ban gayi thi.

*"Play along,"* usne kaha tha. *"For now."*

Vikram khush tha. *For now.*

Kyunki ab, *dedh ghante* mein, darwaze pe knock hoga. Aur Mona—uski wheatish glowing skin, woh gold ke jhumke, Chinese tattoo shoulder pe—andar aayegi.

Vikram ne paani ka ek sip liya.

*"Kuch bhi nahi badla,"* usne khaali room se kaha. *"Meri life abhi bhi fucking awesome hai."*

Clock 11:05 dikhata tha. Uske paas time tha—*sochne ka, yaad karne ka, plan karne ka.* Kaise woh Mona ko Aman ke liye, marriage ke liye sab kuch ke liye *ruin* karega.

Usne phone uthaya aur text kiya:

*"Room 304. 1 PM sharp. Pink pehno neeche. Apni inhibitions darwaze pe chhod do."*

Phir woh armchair mein baith gaya, pair failaye hue, apne domain ka raja, apni *pawn* ka intezaar karte hue.

Aur haan, kitni *willingly* woh khelegi.

*Bas ab ek ghanta pachpan minute.*