Chapter 1: Ghar Ki Khali Raat
Mehra family ka ghar Mumbai ke ek posh society mein tha. 3 BHK flat, sundar drawing room, modern kitchen aur dono bedrooms. Bahar se sab kuch perfect lagta tha ek successful businessman Sanjay Mehra, uski khubsurat patni Sneha Mehra aur unka beta Aryan Mehra jo college ke final year mein tha.
Lekin andar ki kahani bilkul alag thi.
Sneha Mehra, 38 saal ki, ekdam gori-chitti, bhari-bhari body wali aurat thi. Uske bade-bade boobs, patli kamar aur moti gaand dekh kar koi bhi ladka fida ho jaye. Woh ghar sambhalti thi, khana banati thi, har cheez perfect rakhti thi. Subah 6 baje uth kar uski gym routine, phir ghar ki safai, beta ka khayal, aur shaam ko khud ko sajna – sab kuch karti thi.
Lekin uska pati Sanjay Mehra, 48 saal ka, ab bilkul thanda pad chuka tha.
Us raat bhi same scene tha.
Sneha ne raat ke khane ke baad ek deep neck wali nighty pehni thi.
Usme uske cleavage kaafi dikhte the. Woh bedroom mein Sanjay ke paas gayi, uske kandhe pe haath rakh kar dheere se massage karne lagi.
“Sanjay… aaj thoda time do na,” usne seductive awaaz mein kaha.
Sanjay phone mein stock market dekh raha tha. Usne bina dekhe hi haath hata diya.
“Aaj thak gaya hoon Sneha. Kal bada meeting hai. So ja.”
Sneha ka chehra laal ho gaya. Yeh routine ab har roz ka ho gaya tha. Woh bed par let gayi, Sanjay ki taraf muh karke. Usne apna ek pair Sanjay ki jaangh pe rakh diya, dheere se ragadne lagi.
Uske haath Sanjay ke chest pe ghumne lage.
Lekin Sanjay ne usko dhakka de kar side kar diya aur bol diya, “Bas karo yaar. Neend aa rahi hai.”
Sneha ke andar gussa ubal pada. Woh uthi aur bathroom chali gayi. Darwaza band kiya, light off ki aur apni nighty upar kar li. Usne drawer se apna secret weapon nikala – ek mota, lamba gajar (carrot) jo woh pehle se saaf karke rakhti thi.
Woh toilet seat pe baith gayi, taange failayi aur
comment taper des lettres sur un clavier de téléphone
carrot ko apni geeli chut pe ragadne lagi.
“Ahhh… fuck…” dheere dheere moan nikalne lagi.
Usne socha, “Sanjay saala impotent ho gaya hai kya? Roz
yahi scene. Main itna try karti hoon, phir bhi nahi chodta.”
Carrot ko andar dhakelne lagi. Zor-zor se andar-bahar karti rahi. Maa ke muh se gandi-gandi baatein nikal rahi thi – “Aur zor se… chod mujhe… main randi hoon teri…” lekin yeh sab sirf uske imagination mein tha. 10 minute mein uski taange kaanp uthi aur woh jhad gayi.
Carrot uski chut ke ras se chamak raha tha.
Woh thak kar wapas bed pe aayi. Sanjay already so chuka tha. Sneha ne uski taraf muh karke leti rahi, aankhon mein aansu the. Frustration itna badh gaya tha ki ghar mein chhoti-chhoti baaton pe woh sabko daantne lagi thi.
Ghar Mein Rude Behaviour
Subah Aryan utha toh Sneha already gusse mein thi.
“Aryan! Kitni baar bola hai plate sink mein mat chhod! Har roz main teri gandi cheez uthaun?”
Aryan chupchap sorry bola lekin andar se soch raha tha – “Mummy roz kyun itni gusse mein rehti hai?”
Sanjay ko bhi woh chhoti-chhoti baaton pe daantti – “Tumhe sirf office aur paise ki padi hai. Ghar ki taraf kabhi dhyaan nahi!”
Sanjay ignore kar deta. Woh jaanta tha ki uski wife sexually frustrated hai, lekin usme himmat nahi thi.
(Family Function – Pooja Ka Entry)
Usi hafte ghar mein ek chhota family function tha – Sanjay ke bade bhai ki beti ki engagement. Ghar mein bahut log aaye the.
Sneha ne ek beautiful maroon saree pehni thi, low waist blouse, heavy makeup aur jewellery.
Woh sabko smile de rahi thi lekin andar se jal rahi thi. Sab couples ko dekh kar usko aur frustration ho raha tha.
Tabhi darwaze pe ek aurat aayi – bold red lipstick, tight black saree, cleavage dikhati hui. Yeh thi Pooja – Sneha ki college ki purani friend.
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Pooja
Pooja ne Sneha ko dekhte hi zor se gale lagaya.
“Arre waah Sneha! Ab bhi itni hot hai tu? Shaadi ke baad aur nikhar gayi lagti hai!”
Dono dost alag baith gayi. Pooja ne turant notice kar liya ki Sneha ka chehra uda hua hai.
Pooja dheere se boli, “Kya hua yaar? Lag rahi hai bahut pareshan.”
Sneha ki aankhen bhar aayi. Usne sab kuch bata diya – Sanjay ke thande behaviour, apne frustration, carrot wali baat tak.
Pooja hansi aur uske kaan mein boli,
“Tu tension mat le. Main hoon na. Kal hi milte hain. Tujhe ek aisa solution dungi jo teri zindagi badal de.”
Sneha ne kuch nahi kaha, bas chupchap nod kar diya.
Function ke baad raat ko ghar aate hi Sneha ne phir se apna carrot nikala. Is baar uske dimag mein Pooja ki baat ghum rahi thi – “Kya solution degi woh?”
Aur us raat usne pehli baar Karan ka naam suna tha jab Pooja ne call pe casually mention kiya tha, “Mera ek purana dost hai… Karan Malhotra… bahut rich aur powerful…”
Mehra family ka ghar Mumbai ke ek posh society mein tha. 3 BHK flat, sundar drawing room, modern kitchen aur dono bedrooms. Bahar se sab kuch perfect lagta tha ek successful businessman Sanjay Mehra, uski khubsurat patni Sneha Mehra aur unka beta Aryan Mehra jo college ke final year mein tha.
Lekin andar ki kahani bilkul alag thi.
Sneha Mehra, 38 saal ki, ekdam gori-chitti, bhari-bhari body wali aurat thi. Uske bade-bade boobs, patli kamar aur moti gaand dekh kar koi bhi ladka fida ho jaye. Woh ghar sambhalti thi, khana banati thi, har cheez perfect rakhti thi. Subah 6 baje uth kar uski gym routine, phir ghar ki safai, beta ka khayal, aur shaam ko khud ko sajna – sab kuch karti thi.
Lekin uska pati Sanjay Mehra, 48 saal ka, ab bilkul thanda pad chuka tha.
Us raat bhi same scene tha.
Sneha ne raat ke khane ke baad ek deep neck wali nighty pehni thi.
Usme uske cleavage kaafi dikhte the. Woh bedroom mein Sanjay ke paas gayi, uske kandhe pe haath rakh kar dheere se massage karne lagi.
“Sanjay… aaj thoda time do na,” usne seductive awaaz mein kaha.
Sanjay phone mein stock market dekh raha tha. Usne bina dekhe hi haath hata diya.
“Aaj thak gaya hoon Sneha. Kal bada meeting hai. So ja.”
Sneha ka chehra laal ho gaya. Yeh routine ab har roz ka ho gaya tha. Woh bed par let gayi, Sanjay ki taraf muh karke. Usne apna ek pair Sanjay ki jaangh pe rakh diya, dheere se ragadne lagi.
Uske haath Sanjay ke chest pe ghumne lage.
Lekin Sanjay ne usko dhakka de kar side kar diya aur bol diya, “Bas karo yaar. Neend aa rahi hai.”
Sneha ke andar gussa ubal pada. Woh uthi aur bathroom chali gayi. Darwaza band kiya, light off ki aur apni nighty upar kar li. Usne drawer se apna secret weapon nikala – ek mota, lamba gajar (carrot) jo woh pehle se saaf karke rakhti thi.
Woh toilet seat pe baith gayi, taange failayi aur
comment taper des lettres sur un clavier de téléphone
carrot ko apni geeli chut pe ragadne lagi.
“Ahhh… fuck…” dheere dheere moan nikalne lagi.
Usne socha, “Sanjay saala impotent ho gaya hai kya? Roz
yahi scene. Main itna try karti hoon, phir bhi nahi chodta.”
Carrot ko andar dhakelne lagi. Zor-zor se andar-bahar karti rahi. Maa ke muh se gandi-gandi baatein nikal rahi thi – “Aur zor se… chod mujhe… main randi hoon teri…” lekin yeh sab sirf uske imagination mein tha. 10 minute mein uski taange kaanp uthi aur woh jhad gayi.
Carrot uski chut ke ras se chamak raha tha.
Woh thak kar wapas bed pe aayi. Sanjay already so chuka tha. Sneha ne uski taraf muh karke leti rahi, aankhon mein aansu the. Frustration itna badh gaya tha ki ghar mein chhoti-chhoti baaton pe woh sabko daantne lagi thi.
Ghar Mein Rude Behaviour
Subah Aryan utha toh Sneha already gusse mein thi.
“Aryan! Kitni baar bola hai plate sink mein mat chhod! Har roz main teri gandi cheez uthaun?”
Aryan chupchap sorry bola lekin andar se soch raha tha – “Mummy roz kyun itni gusse mein rehti hai?”
Sanjay ko bhi woh chhoti-chhoti baaton pe daantti – “Tumhe sirf office aur paise ki padi hai. Ghar ki taraf kabhi dhyaan nahi!”
Sanjay ignore kar deta. Woh jaanta tha ki uski wife sexually frustrated hai, lekin usme himmat nahi thi.
(Family Function – Pooja Ka Entry)
Usi hafte ghar mein ek chhota family function tha – Sanjay ke bade bhai ki beti ki engagement. Ghar mein bahut log aaye the.
Sneha ne ek beautiful maroon saree pehni thi, low waist blouse, heavy makeup aur jewellery.
Woh sabko smile de rahi thi lekin andar se jal rahi thi. Sab couples ko dekh kar usko aur frustration ho raha tha.
Tabhi darwaze pe ek aurat aayi – bold red lipstick, tight black saree, cleavage dikhati hui. Yeh thi Pooja – Sneha ki college ki purani friend.
.
Pooja
Pooja ne Sneha ko dekhte hi zor se gale lagaya.
“Arre waah Sneha! Ab bhi itni hot hai tu? Shaadi ke baad aur nikhar gayi lagti hai!”
Dono dost alag baith gayi. Pooja ne turant notice kar liya ki Sneha ka chehra uda hua hai.
Pooja dheere se boli, “Kya hua yaar? Lag rahi hai bahut pareshan.”
Sneha ki aankhen bhar aayi. Usne sab kuch bata diya – Sanjay ke thande behaviour, apne frustration, carrot wali baat tak.
Pooja hansi aur uske kaan mein boli,
“Tu tension mat le. Main hoon na. Kal hi milte hain. Tujhe ek aisa solution dungi jo teri zindagi badal de.”
Sneha ne kuch nahi kaha, bas chupchap nod kar diya.
Function ke baad raat ko ghar aate hi Sneha ne phir se apna carrot nikala. Is baar uske dimag mein Pooja ki baat ghum rahi thi – “Kya solution degi woh?”
Aur us raat usne pehli baar Karan ka naam suna tha jab Pooja ne call pe casually mention kiya tha, “Mera ek purana dost hai… Karan Malhotra… bahut rich aur powerful…”