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Chapter 4: Nishiiddh Aag
Aarohi bistar par leti thi, Vihaan ke saath suhaagdin ke baad, uska jism garam lekin dil ek khali-pan mein dooba. Vihaan ka quick, unsatisfying sex uski chhupi aag ko shant nahi kar paya—uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, ek tez dard ke saath, jaise uski aag usko taunt kar rahi ho. Vihaan so chuka tha, uski saansein thaki hui, lekin Aarohi ki aankhein khuli thi, dimaag ek tufaan mein. Vihaan, tumse pehle tumhari biwi ke saath koi aur suhagraat mana chuka, aur usse bhi pehle… Uski aankhein band hui, aur dimaag uske shaadi ke din mein chala gaya—woh din jab usne apne cousin, Rohan, ke saath ek nishiiddh gunaah kiya, ek aisa gunaah jo uske jism aur dil par chhapa hua tha.
Shaadi ka Din, Aarohi makeup room mein akeli thi, usne nervousness dur karne ke liye sab ko kaha tha kuchh der akela chhodne ke liye, shaadi ko sirf ek ghanta bacha tha. Uska bridal lehenga—deep red, heavy zari ka kaam—uske jism par chipka hua, tight blouse uski 34C choochiyon ko upar utha raha tha, nipples nervous excitement se tight, blouse ke andar se ubhre hue, jaise bol rahe hon, “Chhoo mujhe.” Uski gaand ka gol, firm curve lehenga ke niche ek seductive shape bana raha tha, payal ki chhankar har movement mein goonj rahi thi, jaise koi ganda sa sangeet. Mirror mein khud ko dekhte hue uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha—Vihaan ke saath nayi zindagi, suhagraat ka vada, lekin uske andar ek aag thi, ek bhookh jo usko shant nahi hone de rahi thi. Uski chut mein ek geela dard utha, thighs clench ho gayi, aur woh sharminda thi—kya yeh galat tha, apne hone wale pati ke baare mein sochne se pehle aise feel karna?
Darwaza khula, aur Rohan (24, tall, muscular, aankhein bhookhi) bina knock kiye andar ghusa. “Aarohi, tu aaj bilkul qatil lag rahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz mein ek animalistic bhookh, aankhein uske jism par teekhi, jaise usko noch kar kha jana chahta ho. Aarohi ka dil zor se dhadka, “Rohan, yahan kya kar rahe ho? Koi dekh lega!” usne jaldi se kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein ek halka sa mazaa chhupa tha, jaise uski aag usko rok nahi pa rahi thi. Rohan ne darwaza lock kiya, ek kadam aage badha, aur Aarohi ko deewar ke sahare daboch liya, uska muscular jism uske naram jism se chipka hua, uski garam saansein Aarohi ke gardan par. “Bas ek baar, Aarohi. Aaj ke baad tu Vihaan ki ho jayegi,” usne growl kiya, uska haath Aarohi ke nange pet par, lehenga ke upar se uski kamar ko zor se dabate hue, ungliyan uski gori chamdi mein chubh rahi thi. Aarohi ne resist karne ki koshish ki, “Rohan, yeh galat hai… Vihaan…” lekin uska jism uski baaton se pighal gaya, chut mein geelapan badh gaya, nipples blouse mein aur tight ho gaye, blouse ka fabric unko chhed raha tha.
Rohan ne uske honthon par apne honth rakhe, ek savage, hungry kiss, zuban se zuban takraayi, saliva ka salty taste dono ke muh mein mix ho gaya, jaise ek ganda sa ritual. Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, usne Rohan ke seene par haath rakha, uska muscular chest mehsoos kiya, shirt ke niche pasina aur garmi. “Rohan, nahi… Vihaan ko pata chal gaya toh?” usne siskari ke saath kaha, lekin uski aankhein band ho gayi, jism uske sparsh mein doob raha tha. Rohan ne uska lehenga upar kheench diya, ek jhatke mein, heavy fabric kamar tak chadha, uski pink lace panty dikhayi di—chut ka outline geelapan se chamakta hua, transparent fabric uski shaved chut ko dikha raha tha, clit swollen aur throbbing. “Chut mein nahi, Aarohi,” Rohan ne kaha, ek gandi, predatory muskan ke saath, “Vihaan ko shak nahi hona chahiye.” Usne Aarohi ko palta, uski gaand upar, lehenga ko kamar tak jama kiya. Aarohi ki gori, firm gaand khuli—ek perfect, tight curve, candlelight mein chamakti hui, uski tight hole dikh rahi thi, jaise ek forbidden invitation.
Aarohi ka dil tezi se dhadka, “Rohan, jaldi… koi aa jayega,” usne whisper kiya, apni gaand uski taraf kheench li, apni marzi se, uski chhupi aag ab puri tarah bhadak chuki thi. Rohan ne apna lund nikala—7.5 inch, mota, veins ubhre hue, precum se geela, tip laal aur throbbing, jaise ek hathiyaar. Usne apne muh se thook giraya, Aarohi ki gaand par ragda, uski tight hole par thook ke saath apni ungli daali—tez, rough, andar-bahar, Aarohi ki gaand stretch karti hui. Aarohi ne cheekh di, “Aaah, Rohan… fuck, dheere!” lekin uski gaand uske sparsh ke liye taras rahi thi, hips peeche dhakel rahi thi, jaise usko aur chahiye. Rohan ne ungli nikali, apne lund ko uski gaand par rakha, tip se hole ko chheda, aur ek brutal dhakke mein andar ghusa—pura 7.5 inch, Aarohi ki tight hole ko faadta hua, dard se uska jism kaanp gaya. Aarohi ke muh se ek dard bhari cheekh nikli, “Ohhh, fuck, Rohan! Tera lund meri gaand faad dega!” dard aur maza ka mix, uski gaand lund ko tight pakdi, har inch mehsoos ho raha tha, jaise uska jism do tukdon mein batne wala ho.
Rohan ne uske baalon ko pakda, ek haath se uski kamar ko zor se dabaya, ungliyan uski chamdi mein chubh gayi, aur tez, animalistic dhakke maare, har thrust mein Aarohi ki gaand hil rahi thi, payal ki chhankar kamre mein goonj rahi thi, jaise ek ganda, nishiiddh sangeet. “Aarohi, teri gaand kitni tight hai… fuck, tu meri randi hai,” Rohan ne growl kiya, uska pasina Aarohi ke nange peeth par tapka, uski shirt uske muscular jism se chipki hui thi. Aarohi ne siskari bhari, “Rohan, aur tez… meri gaand faad do!” usne demand kiya, apni marzi se, hips peeche dhakel kar, uske lund ko aur andar leti hui, jaise uski aag usko pura nigal rahi ho. Uski chut geeli ho gayi, panty mein daag pad gaya, clit swollen aur throbbing, paani tapak raha tha, lehenga ke niche geela daag ban gaya. Rohan ne ek thappad maara Aarohi ki gaand par, laal nishan ban gaya, aur Aarohi ne moan kiya, “Aaah, aur zor se… mujhe saza do!” uski awaaz mein ek bhookh thi, jaise woh is gunaah mein puri tarah doob chuki ho.
Aarohi ka pehla orgasm aaya—gaand ke brutal, relentless stimulation se, uski chut se paani tapka, panty soakh gayi, lehenga ke niche geela daag bada ho gaya. “Fuck, main jhad rahi hoon!” usne cheekha, jism kaanp raha tha, saansein ruk gayi, gaand lund ko aur tight pakdi, jaise usko andar lock kar diya ho. Rohan ne aur tez kiya, doosra thappad maara, Aarohi ki gaand laal ho gayi, aur ek ungli uski chut mein daali—tez, rough, andar-bahar, clit ko zor se ragadta hua. Aarohi ka doosra orgasm aaya, chut se paani squirt kiya, lehenga pura geela, bistar par daag, uski siskariyan kamre mein goonj rahi thi, “Ohhh, Rohan, bas kar… nahi toh main mar jaungi!” lekin uski gaand ab bhi uske lund ke saath rhythm mein hil rahi thi, apni marzi se, jaise woh is maze mein puri tarah dubna chahti ho.
Rohan ne ek aakhri, guttural growl kiya, “Aarohi, yeh le meri randi…” aur usne apna garam, thick maal Aarohi ki gaand mein chhod diya, itna zyada ki overflow hua, uski thighs par tapka, lehenga ke niche geela, chipchipa daag ban gaya. Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, usne apni gaand mein Rohan ka virya mehsoos kiya—garam, bhari, uski tight hole ko bharte hue. Ek ajeeb si satisfaction thi, lekin dil mein guilt ka kaanta chubh raha tha, jaise usne apni nayi zindagi ke saath dhokha kiya ho. Rohan ne usko seedha kiya, lehenga thik kiya, lekin uski thighs par virya ab bhi chipchipa tha, panty geeli, chut se paani tapak raha tha. Usne ek last, possessive kiss diya, uski zuban Aarohi ke muh mein, jaise usko claim kar raha ho. “Yeh humara raaz hai, Aarohi,” usne kaha, aur chupke se nikal gaya.
Aarohi mirror ke saamne khadi thi, uski gaand mein Rohan ka virya ab bhi geela, lehenga ke niche ek chhupa gunaah. Uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, chut mein geelapan, gaand mein dard, aur dil mein guilt aur maza ka tufaan. Woh makeup room se nikli, payal ki chhankar ke saath, gaand mein halka dard, chut mein ab bhi geelapan. Mandap mein baithte hue, Vihaan ke saath saat phere lete hue, uski gaand mein Rohan ka virya ab bhi tha, ek nishiiddh raaz jo uske jism par chhapa hua tha. Har mantra ke saath uska dil dhadka—kya yeh gunaah uski nayi zindagi ko tabah kar dega?
Aarohi ki aankhein khuli, woh ab bhi Vihaan ke bistar par thi, uska jism garam, lekin dil shak aur guilt ke saaye mein dooba. Rohan ka gunaah uske dimaag mein ek kaale saaye ki tarah tha, lekin suhagraat ka woh anjaan mard ab bhi usko pareshan kar raha tha—woh musky perfume, woh garam saansein, woh mota lund. Kaun tha woh? Arjun, jiska flirty touch usko sihara deta hai? Aryan, jiska boyish charm usko confuse karta hai? Rajesh, jiska authoritative gaze usko dara deta hai? Ya Mohan, jiska sweaty smell usko suhagraat ki yaad dilata hai? Uski chut mein ek dobara geelapan utha, thighs clench ho gayi, lekin is baar usne apne aap ko roka—yeh raaz usko khud suljhana hoga, bina kisi ko bataye. Malhotra Mansion ka har chehra ab ek sawal tha, aur uski aag har pal bhadak rahi thi.
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Chapter 6: Purana Ishq, Naya Gunaah
Subah ka suraj Malhotra Mansion ke bade jharokhon se chhan raha tha, lekin Aarohi ke kamre mein ek bechaini ka andhera chhaya hua tha. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi thi, ek simple cream saree mein, jo uske gori chamdi par chipki hui thi—tight blouse uski 34C choochiyon ko upar utha raha tha, nipples nervous excitement se tight, blouse ke andar se ubhre hue, jaise uski chhupi aag unko chhed rahi ho. Uski gaand ka gol, firm curve saree mein ek seductive shape bana raha tha, payal ki chhankar har kadam mein goonj rahi thi, jaise ek nishiiddh sangeet. Uska dimaag suhagraat ke us anjaan mard ke flashbacks mein uljha tha—woh musky perfume, woh garam saansein, woh mota lund jo usko 4-5 baar jharwaya. Vihaan ka unsatisfying suhaagdin (Chapter 3) uski aag ko shant nahi kar paya, aur Rohan ke saath shaadi ke din ka gunaah (Chapter 4)—uski gaand mein virya, mandap mein baithna—ab bhi uske dil mein guilt aur maza ka tufaan jaga raha tha. Kaun tha woh? Arjun, jiska flirty touch usko sihara deta hai? Aryan, jiska boyish charm usko confuse karta hai? Rajesh, jiska authoritative gaze usko dara deta hai? Ya Mohan, jiska sweaty smell usko suhagraat ki yaad dilata hai? Aarohi ka haath apni chut par gaya, do ungliyan andar daali, aur ek siskari nikli—“Aaah…” lekin usne apne aap ko roka. Yeh raaz usko khud suljhana tha, bina kisi ko bataye.
Aaj pagphere ka din tha—Aarohi ko apne maayke jana tha, uske middle-class ghar mein, jahan chhoti si galiyan, mitti ki diwaron wala ghar, aur bazar ki chahalpahal thi. Vihaan subah jaldi utha, suit pehna, aur briefcase uthaya. “Jaan, main tumhe maayke chhod dunga, lekin mujhe office jana hoga—ek deal finalize karni hai,” usne kaha, Aarohi ke gaal par ek quick kiss dete hue. Aarohi ne smile di, lekin uska dil doob gaya—Vihaan ka yeh busy nature usko akela chhod raha tha, uski aag ko aur bhadka raha tha. “Theek hai, Vihaan. Main kuchh din wahan rukungi,” usne dheere se kaha, lekin uski aankhein uske muscular frame par thami—kya yeh jism kabhi uski bhookh ko samajh payega? Vihaan ne usko car mein bithaya, aur maayke ke liye chhod diya, lekin uska phone already baj raha tha.
Maayke pahunchte hi, Aarohi ka dil thoda halka hua—woh purana ghar, chhota sa aangan jahan tulsi ka ped tha, mitti ki diwaron se aati hui khushbu, aur maa ke haathon ka khana. Maa ne usko gale lagaya, “Beti, kaisi hai tu?” usne poocha, lekin Aarohi ka jawab ek smile tak seemit tha—uski chut mein ek geela dard, dil mein guilt ka bojh. Dopahar ko, maa ne kaha, “Bazar se kuch saman le aao, beti.” Aarohi ne haan kaha, aur saree ke pallu se chehra dhakte hue bazar ki taraf nikal gayi, payal ki chhankar ke saath, uski gaand ka curve har kadam mein hilta hua.
Bazar mein chahalpahal thi—sabzi ke thele, kapde ki dukaan, chai ki tapri se uthati hui khushbu. Aarohi ek thele par ruki, sabziyan chunte hue, jab ek awaaz ne uska dil dhadka diya. “Aarohi? Tu yahan?” Yeh Vikram tha—uska ex-boyfriend, tall, rugged, ek artist jiska studio bazar ke paas tha. Uski aankhein intense aur bhookhi thi, jaise usko ab bhi Aarohi ka jism chahiye. Uski shirt pasine se bheegi thi, toned chest dikh raha tha, aur ek musky cologne ki khushbu uske jism se aayi—woh khushbu jo Aarohi ko suhagraat ke us mard ki yaad dila rahi thi. “Vikram, tu…” Aarohi ne kaha, lekin uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, chut mein ek tez geelapan, thighs clench. Vikram ne ek gandi muskan di, “Chal, studio mein baithte hain, thodi der baat karenge.” Aarohi ne mana kiya, “Nahi, Vikram, meri shaadi ho gayi hai… Vihaan ke saath… yeh galat hai,” lekin uska jism uske shabdon ke khilaf tha—nipples blouse mein tight, gaand mein ek halka dard, jaise Rohan ka virya ab bhi uske andar hai. Vikram ne uska haath pakda, uski ungliyan Aarohi ki kalai par zor se dabayi, “Bas 10 minute, Aarohi, purana ishq taaza kar lenge,” usne kaha, awaaz mein ek animalistic bhookh. Aarohi ka dil dhadka, lekin jaane kyun, woh uske saath chali gayi, payal ki chhankar bazar ke shor mein goonj rahi thi.
Vikram ka studio chhota sa tha, painting se bhara, canvas par bold strokes, paint ki khushbu, aur uski musky cologne ka gehra asar—woh khushbu jo Aarohi ke dimaag mein suhagraat ke us mard ke flashbacks jaga rahi thi. Darwaza band karte hi, Vikram ne Aarohi ko deewar ke sahare daboch liya, uska muscular jism uske naram jism se chipka hua, uski garam saansein Aarohi ke gardan par, jaise ek shikari apne shikar ko daboch raha ho. “Vikram, nahi… main shadi-shuda hoon… yeh galat hai… Vihaan…” Aarohi ne kaha, uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, lekin uski chut geeli ho gayi, thighs clench, nipples blouse mein tight, jaise bol rahe hon, “Aur chahiye.” Vikram ne uski saree ka pallu ek brutal jhatke mein kheench diya, blouse ke buttons zor se khole, ek button toot kar zameen par gir gaya, aur uski 34C choochiyan khul gayi—pink nipples tight, throbbing, studio ke dim light mein chamak rahe the. Usne ek nipple ko muh mein liya, zuban se chheda, aur zor se chusa, jaise usko kha jana chahta ho, doosre haath se doosri choochi ko masla, nipple ko pinch kiya. Aarohi ke muh se cheekh nikli, “Aaah, Vikram… bas kar… yeh galat hai!” lekin uska jism pighal raha tha, haath uske baalon mein, usko aur kareeb kheench rahi thi, jaise uski aag usko rok nahi pa rahi thi.
Vikram ne uski saree upar ki, ek jhatke mein pink lace panty niche kheench di—chut ke geelepan se bheega hua, clit swollen aur throbbing, jaise maza maang rahi ho. Usne apni ungliyan Aarohi ki chut par ragdi, geela paani uski ungliyon par chipka, aur teen ungliyan andar daali—tez, rough, andar-bahar, clit ko zor se chhedta hua, Aarohi ki chut stretch karti hui. Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, “Ohhh, fuck, Vikram… nahi… Vihaan ko pata chal gaya toh…” usne siskari ke saath kaha, lekin uski gaand table ke kinare par thi, hips peeche dhakel rahi thi, jaise usko aur chahiye. “Aarohi, teri chut ab bhi meri hai… tu kitni geeli hai,” Vikram ne growl kiya, uski awaaz mein ek ganda sa maza. Usne apna lund nikala—7.5 inch, mota, veins ubhre hue, precum se geela, tip laal aur throbbing, jaise ek hathiyaar taiyaar tha. Aarohi ne usko dekha, dil dhadka, “Vikram, yeh galat hai… main Vihaan ki biwi hoon…” lekin uski aankhein band ho gayi, chut mein ek tez dard, jaise uski aag usko nigal rahi ho.
Vikram ne usko table par litaya, uski taangein failayi, saree kamar tak chadhi hui, chut khuli, geeli, aur taiyaar. Usne apne lund ko Aarohi ki chut par ragda, tip se clit ko chheda, aur ek brutal dhakke mein andar ghusa—pura 7.5 inch, Aarohi ki tight chut ko faadta hua, dard se uska jism kaanp gaya. Aarohi ke muh se ek dard bhari cheekh nikli, “Ohhh, fuck, Vikram! Tera lund meri chut faad dega!” dard aur maza ka mix, uski chut lund ko tight pakdi, har inch mehsoos ho raha tha, jaise uska jism do tukdon mein batne wala ho. Vikram ne tez, animalistic dhakke maare, har thrust mein Aarohi ki choochiyan hil rahi thi, payal ki chhankar studio mein goonj rahi thi, jaise ek ganda, nishiiddh sangeet. Usne Aarohi ki gaand ko zor se dabaya, ungliyan chamdi mein chubh gayi, aur ek zor ka thappad maara, laal nishan ban gaya, phir doosra thappad, aur teesra—har thappad ke saath Aarohi ki siskari tez ho rahi thi, “Aaah, Vikram… aur zor se… saza do mujhe!” uski awaaz mein ek bhookh thi, jaise woh is gunaah mein puri tarah doob chuki ho.
Aarohi ka pehla orgasm aaya—chut ke brutal, relentless stimulation se, uski chut se paani squirt kiya, table pura geela, panty soakh gayi, “Fuck, main jhad rahi hoon!” usne cheekha, jism kaanp raha tha, saansein ruk gayi, chut lund ko aur tight pakdi, jaise usko andar lock kar diya ho. Vikram ne aur tez kiya, uski chut ko faadta hua, ek haath se uski choochiyon ko dabaya, nipples ko masla, aur doosre haath se uski clit ko ragda, tez, rough, Aarohi ke jism ko kaanpata hua. Aarohi ka doosra orgasm aaya, chut se aur paani squirt kiya, table par geela daag bada ho gaya, “Ohhh, Vikram, bas kar… nahi toh main mar jaungi!” usne chillaya, lekin uski hips ab bhi uske lund ke saath rhythm mein hil rahi thi, apni marzi se, jaise woh is maze mein puri tarah dubna chahti ho. Vikram ne usko palta, doggy style mein, aur uski chut mein dobara ghusa, aur bhi tez, har thrust mein Aarohi ki gaand hil rahi thi, payal ki chhankar ek wild rhythm mein. Usne ek ungli Aarohi ki gaand mein daali, tight hole ko stretch karta hua, aur Aarohi ke muh se ek aur cheekh nikli, “Aaah, fuck, Vikram… meri gaand bhi!”
Vikram ne ek aakhri, guttural growl kiya, “Aarohi, yeh le meri randi…” aur usne apna garam, thick maal Aarohi ki chut mein chhod diya, itna zyada ki overflow hua, uski thighs par tapka, table par geela, chipchipa daag ban gaya. Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, usne apni chut mein Vikram ka maal mehsoos kiya—garam, bhari, uski tight chut ko bharte hue, aur ek halka sa dard uski gaand mein ungli ke wajah se. Ek ajeeb si satisfaction thi, lekin dil mein guilt ka kaanta chubh raha tha—yeh doosra gunaah tha, Rohan ke baad, Vihaan ke saath dhokha. Vikram ne usko seedha kiya, saree thik ki, lekin uski thighs par maal ab bhi chipchipa tha, panty geeli, chut se paani aur maal tapak raha tha. Usne ek last, possessive kiss diya, uski zuban Aarohi ke muh mein, jaise usko claim kar raha ho. “Yeh humara raaz hai, Aarohi,” usne kaha, aur usko studio se nikalne diya.
Aarohi wapas maayke aayi, uski chut mein ab bhi Vikram ka maal geela, saree ke niche ek chhupa gunaah. Agle do din maayke mein guzre—maa ke saath baatein, purane mohalle ki yaadein, lekin uska dimaag Vikram ke gunaah aur suhagraat ke us anjaan mard mein uljha raha. Vikram ka musky cologne ab bhi uske naak mein tha, suhagraat ke us mard ki yaad dila raha tha. Har raat, apne purane kamre mein, woh apni chut mein ungli daalti, siskariyan nikalti, “Kaun tha woh?” lekin jawab nahi milta. Teesre din, woh Malhotra Mansion wapas aayi, Vihaan ab bhi office mein busy. Woh apne kamre mein akeli thi, mirror ke saamne khadi, saree utar di, ek sheer nightgown pehna. Uski gori chamdi chamak rahi thi, nipples nightgown ke andar ubhre hue, chut mein ab bhi Vikram ka maal ka ek halka nishaan. Uska dimaag suhagraat ke us anjaan mard par tha—Arjun, Aryan, Rajesh, Mohan, ya ab Vikram? Aarohi bistar par let gayi, teen ungliyan apni chut mein daali, aur ek siskari nikli—“Aaah, kaun tha woh?” lekin uska dil shak aur guilt se bhara tha. Malhotra Mansion ka har chehra ab ek sawal tha, aur uski aag har pal bhadak rahi thi.
Chapter 6: Purana Ishq, Naya Gunaah
Subah ka suraj Malhotra Mansion ke bade jharokhon se chhan raha tha, lekin Aarohi ke kamre mein ek bechaini ka andhera chhaya hua tha. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi thi, ek simple cream saree mein, jo uske gori chamdi par chipki hui thi—tight blouse uski 34C choochiyon ko upar utha raha tha, nipples nervous excitement se tight, blouse ke andar se ubhre hue, jaise uski chhupi aag unko chhed rahi ho. Uski gaand ka gol, firm curve saree mein ek seductive shape bana raha tha, payal ki chhankar har kadam mein goonj rahi thi, jaise ek nishiiddh sangeet. Uska dimaag suhagraat ke us anjaan mard ke flashbacks mein uljha tha—woh musky perfume, woh garam saansein, woh mota lund jo usko 4-5 baar jharwaya. Vihaan ka unsatisfying suhaagdin (Chapter 3) uski aag ko shant nahi kar paya, aur Rohan ke saath shaadi ke din ka gunaah (Chapter 4)—uski gaand mein virya, mandap mein baithna—ab bhi uske dil mein guilt aur maza ka tufaan jaga raha tha. Kaun tha woh? Arjun, jiska flirty touch usko sihara deta hai? Aryan, jiska boyish charm usko confuse karta hai? Rajesh, jiska authoritative gaze usko dara deta hai? Ya Mohan, jiska sweaty smell usko suhagraat ki yaad dilata hai? Aarohi ka haath apni chut par gaya, do ungliyan andar daali, aur ek siskari nikli—“Aaah…” lekin usne apne aap ko roka. Yeh raaz usko khud suljhana tha, bina kisi ko bataye.
Aaj pagphere ka din tha—Aarohi ko apne maayke jana tha, uske middle-class ghar mein, jahan chhoti si galiyan, mitti ki diwaron wala ghar, aur bazar ki chahalpahal thi. Vihaan subah jaldi utha, suit pehna, aur briefcase uthaya. “Jaan, main tumhe maayke chhod dunga, lekin mujhe office jana hoga—ek deal finalize karni hai,” usne kaha, Aarohi ke gaal par ek quick kiss dete hue. Aarohi ne smile di, lekin uska dil doob gaya—Vihaan ka yeh busy nature usko akela chhod raha tha, uski aag ko aur bhadka raha tha. “Theek hai, Vihaan. Main kuchh din wahan rukungi,” usne dheere se kaha, lekin uski aankhein uske muscular frame par thami—kya yeh jism kabhi uski bhookh ko samajh payega? Vihaan ne usko car mein bithaya, aur maayke ke liye chhod diya, lekin uska phone already baj raha tha.
Maayke pahunchte hi, Aarohi ka dil thoda halka hua—woh purana ghar, chhota sa aangan jahan tulsi ka ped tha, mitti ki diwaron se aati hui khushbu, aur maa ke haathon ka khana. Maa ne usko gale lagaya, “Beti, kaisi hai tu?” usne poocha, lekin Aarohi ka jawab ek smile tak seemit tha—uski chut mein ek geela dard, dil mein guilt ka bojh. Dopahar ko, maa ne kaha, “Bazar se kuch saman le aao, beti.” Aarohi ne haan kaha, aur saree ke pallu se chehra dhakte hue bazar ki taraf nikal gayi, payal ki chhankar ke saath, uski gaand ka curve har kadam mein hilta hua.
Bazar mein chahalpahal thi—sabzi ke thele, kapde ki dukaan, chai ki tapri se uthati hui khushbu. Aarohi ek thele par ruki, sabziyan chunte hue, jab ek awaaz ne uska dil dhadka diya. “Aarohi? Tu yahan?” Yeh Vikram tha—uska ex-boyfriend, tall, rugged, ek artist jiska studio bazar ke paas tha. Uski aankhein intense aur bhookhi thi, jaise usko ab bhi Aarohi ka jism chahiye. Uski shirt pasine se bheegi thi, toned chest dikh raha tha, aur ek musky cologne ki khushbu uske jism se aayi—woh khushbu jo Aarohi ko suhagraat ke us mard ki yaad dila rahi thi. “Vikram, tu…” Aarohi ne kaha, lekin uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, chut mein ek tez geelapan, thighs clench. Vikram ne ek gandi muskan di, “Chal, studio mein baithte hain, thodi der baat karenge.” Aarohi ne mana kiya, “Nahi, Vikram, meri shaadi ho gayi hai… Vihaan ke saath… yeh galat hai,” lekin uska jism uske shabdon ke khilaf tha—nipples blouse mein tight, gaand mein ek halka dard, jaise Rohan ka virya ab bhi uske andar hai. Vikram ne uska haath pakda, uski ungliyan Aarohi ki kalai par zor se dabayi, “Bas 10 minute, Aarohi, purana ishq taaza kar lenge,” usne kaha, awaaz mein ek animalistic bhookh. Aarohi ka dil dhadka, lekin jaane kyun, woh uske saath chali gayi, payal ki chhankar bazar ke shor mein goonj rahi thi.
Vikram ka studio chhota sa tha, painting se bhara, canvas par bold strokes, paint ki khushbu, aur uski musky cologne ka gehra asar—woh khushbu jo Aarohi ke dimaag mein suhagraat ke us mard ke flashbacks jaga rahi thi. Darwaza band karte hi, Vikram ne Aarohi ko deewar ke sahare daboch liya, uska muscular jism uske naram jism se chipka hua, uski garam saansein Aarohi ke gardan par, jaise ek shikari apne shikar ko daboch raha ho. “Vikram, nahi… main shadi-shuda hoon… yeh galat hai… Vihaan…” Aarohi ne kaha, uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, lekin uski chut geeli ho gayi, thighs clench, nipples blouse mein tight, jaise bol rahe hon, “Aur chahiye.” Vikram ne uski saree ka pallu ek brutal jhatke mein kheench diya, blouse ke buttons zor se khole, ek button toot kar zameen par gir gaya, aur uski 34C choochiyan khul gayi—pink nipples tight, throbbing, studio ke dim light mein chamak rahe the. Usne ek nipple ko muh mein liya, zuban se chheda, aur zor se chusa, jaise usko kha jana chahta ho, doosre haath se doosri choochi ko masla, nipple ko pinch kiya. Aarohi ke muh se cheekh nikli, “Aaah, Vikram… bas kar… yeh galat hai!” lekin uska jism pighal raha tha, haath uske baalon mein, usko aur kareeb kheench rahi thi, jaise uski aag usko rok nahi pa rahi thi.
Vikram ne uski saree upar ki, ek jhatke mein pink lace panty niche kheench di—chut ke geelepan se bheega hua, clit swollen aur throbbing, jaise maza maang rahi ho. Usne apni ungliyan Aarohi ki chut par ragdi, geela paani uski ungliyon par chipka, aur teen ungliyan andar daali—tez, rough, andar-bahar, clit ko zor se chhedta hua, Aarohi ki chut stretch karti hui. Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, “Ohhh, fuck, Vikram… nahi… Vihaan ko pata chal gaya toh…” usne siskari ke saath kaha, lekin uski gaand table ke kinare par thi, hips peeche dhakel rahi thi, jaise usko aur chahiye. “Aarohi, teri chut ab bhi meri hai… tu kitni geeli hai,” Vikram ne growl kiya, uski awaaz mein ek ganda sa maza. Usne apna lund nikala—7.5 inch, mota, veins ubhre hue, precum se geela, tip laal aur throbbing, jaise ek hathiyaar taiyaar tha. Aarohi ne usko dekha, dil dhadka, “Vikram, yeh galat hai… main Vihaan ki biwi hoon…” lekin uski aankhein band ho gayi, chut mein ek tez dard, jaise uski aag usko nigal rahi ho.
Vikram ne usko table par litaya, uski taangein failayi, saree kamar tak chadhi hui, chut khuli, geeli, aur taiyaar. Usne apne lund ko Aarohi ki chut par ragda, tip se clit ko chheda, aur ek brutal dhakke mein andar ghusa—pura 7.5 inch, Aarohi ki tight chut ko faadta hua, dard se uska jism kaanp gaya. Aarohi ke muh se ek dard bhari cheekh nikli, “Ohhh, fuck, Vikram! Tera lund meri chut faad dega!” dard aur maza ka mix, uski chut lund ko tight pakdi, har inch mehsoos ho raha tha, jaise uska jism do tukdon mein batne wala ho. Vikram ne tez, animalistic dhakke maare, har thrust mein Aarohi ki choochiyan hil rahi thi, payal ki chhankar studio mein goonj rahi thi, jaise ek ganda, nishiiddh sangeet. Usne Aarohi ki gaand ko zor se dabaya, ungliyan chamdi mein chubh gayi, aur ek zor ka thappad maara, laal nishan ban gaya, phir doosra thappad, aur teesra—har thappad ke saath Aarohi ki siskari tez ho rahi thi, “Aaah, Vikram… aur zor se… saza do mujhe!” uski awaaz mein ek bhookh thi, jaise woh is gunaah mein puri tarah doob chuki ho.
Aarohi ka pehla orgasm aaya—chut ke brutal, relentless stimulation se, uski chut se paani squirt kiya, table pura geela, panty soakh gayi, “Fuck, main jhad rahi hoon!” usne cheekha, jism kaanp raha tha, saansein ruk gayi, chut lund ko aur tight pakdi, jaise usko andar lock kar diya ho. Vikram ne aur tez kiya, uski chut ko faadta hua, ek haath se uski choochiyon ko dabaya, nipples ko masla, aur doosre haath se uski clit ko ragda, tez, rough, Aarohi ke jism ko kaanpata hua. Aarohi ka doosra orgasm aaya, chut se aur paani squirt kiya, table par geela daag bada ho gaya, “Ohhh, Vikram, bas kar… nahi toh main mar jaungi!” usne chillaya, lekin uski hips ab bhi uske lund ke saath rhythm mein hil rahi thi, apni marzi se, jaise woh is maze mein puri tarah dubna chahti ho. Vikram ne usko palta, doggy style mein, aur uski chut mein dobara ghusa, aur bhi tez, har thrust mein Aarohi ki gaand hil rahi thi, payal ki chhankar ek wild rhythm mein. Usne ek ungli Aarohi ki gaand mein daali, tight hole ko stretch karta hua, aur Aarohi ke muh se ek aur cheekh nikli, “Aaah, fuck, Vikram… meri gaand bhi!”
Vikram ne ek aakhri, guttural growl kiya, “Aarohi, yeh le meri randi…” aur usne apna garam, thick maal Aarohi ki chut mein chhod diya, itna zyada ki overflow hua, uski thighs par tapka, table par geela, chipchipa daag ban gaya. Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, usne apni chut mein Vikram ka maal mehsoos kiya—garam, bhari, uski tight chut ko bharte hue, aur ek halka sa dard uski gaand mein ungli ke wajah se. Ek ajeeb si satisfaction thi, lekin dil mein guilt ka kaanta chubh raha tha—yeh doosra gunaah tha, Rohan ke baad, Vihaan ke saath dhokha. Vikram ne usko seedha kiya, saree thik ki, lekin uski thighs par maal ab bhi chipchipa tha, panty geeli, chut se paani aur maal tapak raha tha. Usne ek last, possessive kiss diya, uski zuban Aarohi ke muh mein, jaise usko claim kar raha ho. “Yeh humara raaz hai, Aarohi,” usne kaha, aur usko studio se nikalne diya.
Aarohi wapas maayke aayi, uski chut mein ab bhi Vikram ka maal geela, saree ke niche ek chhupa gunaah. Agle do din maayke mein guzre—maa ke saath baatein, purane mohalle ki yaadein, lekin uska dimaag Vikram ke gunaah aur suhagraat ke us anjaan mard mein uljha raha. Vikram ka musky cologne ab bhi uske naak mein tha, suhagraat ke us mard ki yaad dila raha tha. Har raat, apne purane kamre mein, woh apni chut mein ungli daalti, siskariyan nikalti, “Kaun tha woh?” lekin jawab nahi milta. Teesre din, woh Malhotra Mansion wapas aayi, Vihaan ab bhi office mein busy. Woh apne kamre mein akeli thi, mirror ke saamne khadi, saree utar di, ek sheer nightgown pehna. Uski gori chamdi chamak rahi thi, nipples nightgown ke andar ubhre hue, chut mein ab bhi Vikram ka maal ka ek halka nishaan. Uska dimaag suhagraat ke us anjaan mard par tha—Arjun, Aryan, Rajesh, Mohan, ya ab Vikram? Aarohi bistar par let gayi, teen ungliyan apni chut mein daali, aur ek siskari nikli—“Aaah, kaun tha woh?” lekin uska dil shak aur guilt se bhara tha. Malhotra Mansion ka har chehra ab ek sawal tha, aur uski aag har pal bhadak rahi thi.
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Chapter 3: Suhaagdin ka Dhokha
Subah ki roshni Malhotra Mansion ke sheeshe ki khidkiyon se chhan rahi thi, lekin Aarohi ke kamre mein ek andhera sa chhaya hua tha. Woh bistar par baithi thi, kal raat ka red lehenga abhi bhi uske jism par lapeta hua, rose petals uski gori chamdi par chipke hue. Uski chut mein ek halka sa dard tha, thighs par suhagraat ki raat ka geelapan sookh chuka tha, lekin choochiyon par laal nishan aur gaand mein halki si jalan us raat ki yaad dila rahe the. Uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, dimaag mein ek tufaan—woh kaun tha? Vihaan toh raat bhar business call par tha, toh woh kaun tha jisne uske jism ko aise chhua, uski chut aur gaand ko itne maze se faad diya, 4-5 baar jharwaya? Aarohi ka haath apni chut par gaya, ab bhi thodi si geeli, aur usne aankhein band ki—woh musky perfume, woh garam saansein, woh mota lund. Kaun tha woh? Arjun, jo kal reception mein usko teekhi nazron se dekhta tha? Aryan, jiska boyish charm usko pareshan karta hai? Rajesh, Vihaan ka baap, jo itna authoritative hai? Ya Mohan, gardener, jo chupke se usko dekhta rehta hai?
Vihaan washroom se nikla, suit mein fresh, lekin aankhein thakan se bhari. “Jaan, kal raat ke liye sorry, business call ne rukne nahi diya,” usne kaha, Aarohi ke gaal par ek kiss dete hue. “Par aaj din humara hai—suhagraat na sahi, suhaagdin toh mana lete hain,” usne kaha, ek naughty smile ke saath. Aarohi ka dil dhadka, lekin uske andar ek ajeeb si bechaini thi—kal raat ka shock ab bhi uske dimaag mein tha, lekin woh Vihaan ke saath waqt bitana chahti thi, shayad uski aag ko shant karne ke liye. “Theek hai, Vihaan,” usne dheere se kaha, lekin uski aankhein uske muscular frame par thami—kya yeh wahi jism tha jo kal raat uske upar tha? Nahi, Vihaan toh wahan tha hi nahi.
Vihaan ne Aarohi ko bistar par kheench liya, uski saree ka pallu khincha, blouse ke buttons khole. Aarohi ka jism garam ho gaya, lekin uska dimaag kal raat ke flashbacks mein kho gaya—woh intense sparsh, woh zordaar dhakke. Vihaan ne uski bra utari, uski 34C choochiyan khuli, nipples pink aur tight. Usne unko chhua, chusa, lekin jaldi-jaldi, jaise woh kisi deadline par ho. Aarohi ne apne haath uske baalon mein daale, “Vihaan, dheere…” usne kaha, lekin uska dil kahin aur tha. Vihaan ne uski saree niche kheench di, panty utari, aur apna lund—6 inch, garam—uski chut par ragda.
Ek dhakka, aur andar ghusa. Aarohi ne moan kiya, “Aaah, Vihaan…” lekin uska jism us intense maze ko doondh raha tha jo kal raat usko mila tha.
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Vihaan ke dhakke tez the, lekin jaldi khatam ho gaye—10 minute mein woh jhad gaya, Aarohi ki chut mein garam maal chhod diya, lekin Aarohi ka orgasm nahi aaya. Woh bistar par leti rahi, jism garam, lekin dil khali. Vihaan ne thak kar usko gale lagaya, “I hope tumhara pehla experience achcha raha hoga,” usne kaha, ek thaki si muskan ke saath.
Aarohi ne sirf ek muskan di, lekin uska dimaag cheekh raha tha—Pehla? Tumse pehle tumhari biwi ke saath koi aur suhagraat mana chuka, aur usse bhi pehle… Uska dil shak aur guilt ke saaye mein doob gaya, lekin usne apna raaz chhupaya. Woh bistar se uthi, mirror ke saamne khadi hui, apni gori chamdi par Vihaan ke haathon ke nishan dekhe—lekin woh kal raat ke nishanon jaisa intense nahi the. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, lekin maza nahi, sirf ek khali-pan. Yeh raat uski aag ko shant nahi kar payi, balki usko aur bhadka diya.
