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Chapter 50: Girls Trip — Pooja the Ringmaster (Part 1)
Siya's Perspective
Mumbai Taj Hotel, Friday morning
Subah ki pehli roshni curtain ke through aa rahi thi, softly illuminating the luxury hotel room. Main bed pe leti thi, nightie mein—*soft, white, innocent.* Mere peeche se ek garam body press hui, familiar scent of jasmine aur something more *dangerous.*
Bhabhi.
*"Sshh, meri jaan,"* Pooja ne mere kaan mein whisper kiya, lips meri neck pe trail karte hue. *"Relax ho jaa. Bhabhi hai na."*
Uske haath mere aage aaye, slowly, deliberately, mere nightie ke andar slide kiye. Main jhatka kha gayi jab uske fingers meri bare skin touch kiya—*soft, warm, experienced.* Woh mere breasts ko cup kiya, pressing, kneading, nipples ko fingers ke beech pinch karte hue.
*"Bhabhi... pls na... mat karo..."* maine moan kiya, body already responding, betraying my words.
*"Kya mat karo?"* Pooja ne tease kiya, voice silky. *"Yeh?"* Usne nipple pinch kiya, harder this time. *"Ya phir yeh?"* Dusra haath niche slide hua, nightie ke andar, meri thighs pe caress karte hue.
*"Bhabhi please..."* maine cheekha, face red ho gaya.
*"Please kya?"* Pooja ne aur paas aake whisper kiya, breath garam against my ear. *"Teri Di kal raat ko room mein nahi aayi. Pata hai kahan thi?"*
Maine sirf nod kiya, eyes closed. Manav Jiju ke saath. Mona Di, uski god mein.
*"Wahi na,"* Pooja ne hiss kiya, voice seductive lekin firm. *"Yeh mard hain aise hi, Siya. Hum sirf objects hain unke liye—khelne ke liye, toy karne ke liye. Even gentleman Manav took your Di to his bed, not caring ki dono shaadi-shuda hain..."* Usne pause liya, tongue mere earlobe pe swirl kiya. *"Poori raat choda hoga teri Di ko. Pehle vagina mein, phir... andar. Gand mein. Jaise tu imagine kar rahi hai abhi."*
*"Sshh Bhabhi bas!"* maine cheekha, face red ho gaya, lekin meri chut—*traitor body*—aur geeli ho gayi.
*"Kyun? Sach kadwa lag raha hai?"* Pooja ne ignore kiya, continue kiya apna teasing, haath meri nightie ke andar aur deep. *"Kam se kam Manav Jiju hain. Agar Vikram hota—mere elder Jiju—tera kya hota? Tu aur Mona dono ko le jaata. Ek ke baad ek. Aur mujhe zabardasti bitha ke dekhne ko kehta. 'Dekh Pooja, teri sauten kaise chudti hai.'"*
Mere andar ek strange jhatka laga—*fear? excitement?*—image ne mind mein paint kiya: Vikram, powerful, demanding, dono behno ko bed pe while Pooja watches, woh evil smile uske face pe.
*"Yeh sab gandi baatein tujhe turn on karti hain, na Siya?"* Pooja ne pucha, fingers finally meri wetness pe pahunch gaye, teasing, rubbing, not entering—*bas torture.* *"Meri hands already andar hain... tu already geeli ho chuki hai... chhupane se kya hoga?"*
*"Oh Bhabhi... please..."* maine gasp kiya, hips involuntarily uske haathon ki taraf press kiye.
*"Please kya? Chhodo? Ya aur andar?"* Pooja ne kaha, voice clinical yet erotic. *"Sach yeh hai ki agar society ka darr na hota, toh abhi Rajat ya Sumit mein se koi tujhe kha raha hota. Meri jagah. Teri chut chat raha hota. Kyunki tu fresh maal hai, Siya. Nayi. Unexperienced. Sabko pata chal gaya hai."*
Main shiver kar gayi—*uski words se, uski touch se, reality se.*
Usne mujhe gently turn kiya, facing her. Uski aankhein—*dark, intense, calculating*—mere soul mein dekh rahi thi. *"Isiliye main chahti hoon ki tu control mein rahe. Sex best feeling hai, lekin hum sirf pleasure dene wali machine nahi honi chahiye. Unse apna pleasure bhi lewana chahiye. Samjhi?"*
Main confuse thi, aroused thi, *desperate* thi. *"Bhabhi... mujhe samajh nahi aa raha..."*
*"Main tujhe yahan 'slave' banane ke joke pe laayi thi,"* Pooja ne continue kiya, fingers abhi bhi meri body pe dance kar rahe the. *"Lekin past 2 din se maine kuch force nahi kiya. Kyunki 'slave'—yeh wohi cheez hai jo mard chahte hain. Hum unki sex slaves ban jaaye. Main chahti hoon tu usse better banegi. Meri disciple banegi."*
Yeh words mere mind pe hit kiye—*hard.* Disciple. Shishya. *Power.*
*"Haan Bhabhi,"* maine kaha, voice firm ho gayi, eyes locked on hers. *"Haan, main aapki disciple banna chahti hoon. Main aapki tarah banna chahti hoon. Powerful. In control."*
Pooja ne wink kiya, that mischievous, dangerous smile. *"Lekin lagta nahi ki tere mein woh baat hai. Mere jaisa banne ki."*
Challenge. Woh mujhe challenge kar rahi thi, taunt kar rahi thi.
*"Hai Bhabhi!"* maine kaha, even firmer, almost shouting. *"Hai mujhme! Main kuch bhi karungi jo aap bologe. Bas batao!"*
Pooja ne smile kiya—*predatory, pleased.* *"Test karein?"* usne kaha, getting up from bed, fixing her own silk robe. *"Maine morning coffee order ki hai. Abhi waiter aayega."*
Maine confused aankhein uski taraf dekhi. *"Coffee?"*
*"Haan, coffee,"* Pooja ne command kiya, voice leaving no room for argument. *"Nightie utaar. Poori. Nangi ho jaa. Door pe jaa. Door khol. Uss waiter ko zindagi ka best view de—10 seconds ke liye. Phir door band kar de. Simple."*
Maine freeze kiya. *Nangi? Door? Stranger? 10 seconds?*
Lekin Pooja ki aankhein—*challenging, daring, knowing*—mujhe rukne nahi degi. Yeh test tha. Mera pehla step towards being *her.* Uske jaisi.
Maine bed se uthna shuru kiya. Mere haath apne nightie ke hem pe gaye. Slowly, deliberately, maine fabric ko apne shoulders se slide kiya, letting it pool at my feet. Main poori nangi khadi thi—*exposed, vulnerable, but strangely powerful.*
*"Main aapki sachchi disciple banungi,"* maine kaha, voice ab steady thi, determined.
And I walked toward the door.
Siya's Perspective
Mumbai Taj Hotel, Friday morning
Subah ki pehli roshni curtain ke through aa rahi thi, softly illuminating the luxury hotel room. Main bed pe leti thi, nightie mein—*soft, white, innocent.* Mere peeche se ek garam body press hui, familiar scent of jasmine aur something more *dangerous.*
Bhabhi.
*"Sshh, meri jaan,"* Pooja ne mere kaan mein whisper kiya, lips meri neck pe trail karte hue. *"Relax ho jaa. Bhabhi hai na."*
Uske haath mere aage aaye, slowly, deliberately, mere nightie ke andar slide kiye. Main jhatka kha gayi jab uske fingers meri bare skin touch kiya—*soft, warm, experienced.* Woh mere breasts ko cup kiya, pressing, kneading, nipples ko fingers ke beech pinch karte hue.
*"Bhabhi... pls na... mat karo..."* maine moan kiya, body already responding, betraying my words.
*"Kya mat karo?"* Pooja ne tease kiya, voice silky. *"Yeh?"* Usne nipple pinch kiya, harder this time. *"Ya phir yeh?"* Dusra haath niche slide hua, nightie ke andar, meri thighs pe caress karte hue.
*"Bhabhi please..."* maine cheekha, face red ho gaya.
*"Please kya?"* Pooja ne aur paas aake whisper kiya, breath garam against my ear. *"Teri Di kal raat ko room mein nahi aayi. Pata hai kahan thi?"*
Maine sirf nod kiya, eyes closed. Manav Jiju ke saath. Mona Di, uski god mein.
*"Wahi na,"* Pooja ne hiss kiya, voice seductive lekin firm. *"Yeh mard hain aise hi, Siya. Hum sirf objects hain unke liye—khelne ke liye, toy karne ke liye. Even gentleman Manav took your Di to his bed, not caring ki dono shaadi-shuda hain..."* Usne pause liya, tongue mere earlobe pe swirl kiya. *"Poori raat choda hoga teri Di ko. Pehle vagina mein, phir... andar. Gand mein. Jaise tu imagine kar rahi hai abhi."*
*"Sshh Bhabhi bas!"* maine cheekha, face red ho gaya, lekin meri chut—*traitor body*—aur geeli ho gayi.
*"Kyun? Sach kadwa lag raha hai?"* Pooja ne ignore kiya, continue kiya apna teasing, haath meri nightie ke andar aur deep. *"Kam se kam Manav Jiju hain. Agar Vikram hota—mere elder Jiju—tera kya hota? Tu aur Mona dono ko le jaata. Ek ke baad ek. Aur mujhe zabardasti bitha ke dekhne ko kehta. 'Dekh Pooja, teri sauten kaise chudti hai.'"*
Mere andar ek strange jhatka laga—*fear? excitement?*—image ne mind mein paint kiya: Vikram, powerful, demanding, dono behno ko bed pe while Pooja watches, woh evil smile uske face pe.
*"Yeh sab gandi baatein tujhe turn on karti hain, na Siya?"* Pooja ne pucha, fingers finally meri wetness pe pahunch gaye, teasing, rubbing, not entering—*bas torture.* *"Meri hands already andar hain... tu already geeli ho chuki hai... chhupane se kya hoga?"*
*"Oh Bhabhi... please..."* maine gasp kiya, hips involuntarily uske haathon ki taraf press kiye.
*"Please kya? Chhodo? Ya aur andar?"* Pooja ne kaha, voice clinical yet erotic. *"Sach yeh hai ki agar society ka darr na hota, toh abhi Rajat ya Sumit mein se koi tujhe kha raha hota. Meri jagah. Teri chut chat raha hota. Kyunki tu fresh maal hai, Siya. Nayi. Unexperienced. Sabko pata chal gaya hai."*
Main shiver kar gayi—*uski words se, uski touch se, reality se.*
Usne mujhe gently turn kiya, facing her. Uski aankhein—*dark, intense, calculating*—mere soul mein dekh rahi thi. *"Isiliye main chahti hoon ki tu control mein rahe. Sex best feeling hai, lekin hum sirf pleasure dene wali machine nahi honi chahiye. Unse apna pleasure bhi lewana chahiye. Samjhi?"*
Main confuse thi, aroused thi, *desperate* thi. *"Bhabhi... mujhe samajh nahi aa raha..."*
*"Main tujhe yahan 'slave' banane ke joke pe laayi thi,"* Pooja ne continue kiya, fingers abhi bhi meri body pe dance kar rahe the. *"Lekin past 2 din se maine kuch force nahi kiya. Kyunki 'slave'—yeh wohi cheez hai jo mard chahte hain. Hum unki sex slaves ban jaaye. Main chahti hoon tu usse better banegi. Meri disciple banegi."*
Yeh words mere mind pe hit kiye—*hard.* Disciple. Shishya. *Power.*
*"Haan Bhabhi,"* maine kaha, voice firm ho gayi, eyes locked on hers. *"Haan, main aapki disciple banna chahti hoon. Main aapki tarah banna chahti hoon. Powerful. In control."*
Pooja ne wink kiya, that mischievous, dangerous smile. *"Lekin lagta nahi ki tere mein woh baat hai. Mere jaisa banne ki."*
Challenge. Woh mujhe challenge kar rahi thi, taunt kar rahi thi.
*"Hai Bhabhi!"* maine kaha, even firmer, almost shouting. *"Hai mujhme! Main kuch bhi karungi jo aap bologe. Bas batao!"*
Pooja ne smile kiya—*predatory, pleased.* *"Test karein?"* usne kaha, getting up from bed, fixing her own silk robe. *"Maine morning coffee order ki hai. Abhi waiter aayega."*
Maine confused aankhein uski taraf dekhi. *"Coffee?"*
*"Haan, coffee,"* Pooja ne command kiya, voice leaving no room for argument. *"Nightie utaar. Poori. Nangi ho jaa. Door pe jaa. Door khol. Uss waiter ko zindagi ka best view de—10 seconds ke liye. Phir door band kar de. Simple."*
Maine freeze kiya. *Nangi? Door? Stranger? 10 seconds?*
Lekin Pooja ki aankhein—*challenging, daring, knowing*—mujhe rukne nahi degi. Yeh test tha. Mera pehla step towards being *her.* Uske jaisi.
Maine bed se uthna shuru kiya. Mere haath apne nightie ke hem pe gaye. Slowly, deliberately, maine fabric ko apne shoulders se slide kiya, letting it pool at my feet. Main poori nangi khadi thi—*exposed, vulnerable, but strangely powerful.*
*"Main aapki sachchi disciple banungi,"* maine kaha, voice ab steady thi, determined.
And I walked toward the door.
Chapter 50: Girls Trip — Pooja the Ringmaster (Part 2)
**12:30 PM — Mona's Perspective**
Doorbell baji. Maine gate khola, aur wahan khadi thi woh—*grinning like a cat who got the cream, the bird, and the whole fucking bakery.*
Pooja.
*"So,"* usne gate cross karte hue kaha, eyes meri disheveled state pe scanning—*hair messy, same nightie kal raat wali, lips slightly swollen from all that kissing.* *"How was last night? Had... 'tongue'?"*
Mera face instantly red ho gaya. Yaad aaya last night—*Taj Hotel ke uske room mein, Manav Jiju ka tongue meri everywhere, bed pe, bathroom mein, hum dono pagalon ki tarah ek doosre pe toote the.* Maine fake anger dikhaya, *"Get lost, bitch! Chal yahan se! Subah subah kyun aayi hai tang karne?"*
*"Why angry with me, my love?"* Pooja ne andar aate hue kaha, arms mujhe wrap karte, pulling me close, nose meri neck pe sniff karte hue. *"Mmm... abhi bhi uski smell aa rahi hai. Manav Jiju ka perfume... aur something else."*
*"Because you are responsible for all this!"* maine kaha, uske arms mein struggle karte hue—but half-heartedly. *"Tu thi na woh sab bolne wali, 69 ka idea tera tha... 'Mona tu aur main saath mein'—yeh sab tune plant kiya dimaag mein!"*
*"Lekin tu toh maze li na?"* Pooja ne cut kiya, pulling back to look at my face, that knowing smile. *"Right? Bata na, kaise tha woh tongue? Taj Hotel ke soft beds pe... AC mein... nangi ho ke... Jaisa tu chahti thi?"*
Maine sharam se smile kiya, yaad karke—*that skill, that patience, that dedication. Poori raat usne mujhe chusa, chaata, every inch explore kiya.* *"Better,"* maine kaha, softly, almost whispering. *"Much better than I imagined."*
*"Aur tune diya kya return mein?"* Pooja ne pucha, hands meri waist pe slide karte hue, squeezing slightly. *"Itna achha treat milne ke baad... tu chup toh nahi baith gayi?"*
Maine socha aaj subah ki baat—*Taj Hotel ke bed pe, hum dono exhausted, sweat mein lathpath, Manav Jiju mere baal sehla rahe the.* *"Promised to meet him in Delhi,"* maine kaha, blushing. *"He told me, he'll be going to IIT Guwahati today, phir IIT Delhi. Hum wahan milenge... secretly."*
Pooja ne eyebrow raise kiya, wicked grin spreading. *"His wife? Simmy Di?"*
*"Wahan hogi,"* maine nod kiya, feeling naughty. *"He told me, they preferred it that way. She'll be in other room, me and him in other."*
*"Kinky,"* Pooja ne exclaim kiya, eyes widening, biting her lip. *"Manav Jiju... the different one. biwi ke saath flight mein aayega, phir tujhe chodega same city mein. Lucky you, meri jaan."*
*"Yes,"* maine kaha, smiling. *"Manav Jiju... he's different. Gentleman in streets, absolute animal in sheets."*
Maine topic divert kiya, uski taraf turn karke. *"But it was all because of you! Kal raat tu kya kya bol rahi thi, bitch—me and you in 69, yeh woh... tune spark kiya plug. Thank god Siya wahan nahi thi, warna meri izzat ka faluda ban jaata!"*
Pooja ne grin kiya, woh dangerous wala. *"She should have been there,"* usne casual tone mein kaha, coming closer, hands meri body pe move karte hue. *"Waise bhi... she was in the other room day before... when I sucked Manav Jiju."*
Mere eyes widened—*pure shock se, confusion se.* *"What... what are you saying? Kaunsa other room? Kahan?"*
*"Haan,"* Pooja ne calmly confirm kiya, lips meri neck pe trail karte hue, biting slightly. *"Main usko apne room mein le gayi thi. Siya wahin thi, corner mein, chup chap. Usne dekha... suna... everything. Kaise main Manav Jiju ka poora lund muh mein le rahi thi... kaise woh moan kar rahe the... kaise main unki balls chaat rahi thi..."*
*"Tu... tu pagal hai!"* maine gasp kiya, pushing her back, heart racing. *"Keep her out of this! Meri behen hai woh! Yeh kya gandi harkat hai?"*
Pooja ne strongly pakda mujhe, her grip firm, her whisper commanding ban gayi—*soft but steel, seductive but dangerous.* *"No, I will not keep her out. You can pretend all you want, Mona, but Siya is a woman now. And the world we live in? Manav is the exception. Guys like Aman, like Vikram, hell like Sumit—they are the norm. Wolves hain woh, aur hum meat."*
Main bas uske arms mein khadi thi, melting but listening—*kyunki jaanti thi woh sach bol rahi thi.*
*"You cannot protect her always,"* Pooja ne continue kiya, voice hypnotic, hands meri nightie ke andar slide karte hue. *"Jab tu Aman ki baahon mein so rahi hogi, koi Vikram-type usko grab kar lega, drag kar ke bed pe... use karega... throw her like used tissue..."*
*"Shut up, Pooja!"* maine resist kiya, lekin weakly—*because I knew she was right.*
*"You and me,"* Pooja ne kaha, pulling me closer, almost whispering in my ear, her breath hot. *"We can mould her together. Make her learn from our perspective. Let her not be the pawn in their game. Let her be the player."*
Pooja kept speaking, her fingers now tracing patterns on my skin, *"You know her bestie Payal? Back there in Jaipur, Sumit and Rajat are taking turns on her. Night after night. Double teaming. Using her like a whore."*
Mere andar ek jhatka laga—*Payal? Sumit AND Rajat?*
*"Do you wish similar for Siya?"* Pooja asked, her eyes piercing mine. *"Or you want her to be like us? Smart. In control. I brought her along so she can learn from us—the tricks of the game. Now you decide."*
Pooja was right... It was wrong, but right as well.
Maine sirf nod kiya, slowly, accepting the inevitable.
**12:30 PM — Mona's Perspective**
Doorbell baji. Maine gate khola, aur wahan khadi thi woh—*grinning like a cat who got the cream, the bird, and the whole fucking bakery.*
Pooja.
*"So,"* usne gate cross karte hue kaha, eyes meri disheveled state pe scanning—*hair messy, same nightie kal raat wali, lips slightly swollen from all that kissing.* *"How was last night? Had... 'tongue'?"*
Mera face instantly red ho gaya. Yaad aaya last night—*Taj Hotel ke uske room mein, Manav Jiju ka tongue meri everywhere, bed pe, bathroom mein, hum dono pagalon ki tarah ek doosre pe toote the.* Maine fake anger dikhaya, *"Get lost, bitch! Chal yahan se! Subah subah kyun aayi hai tang karne?"*
*"Why angry with me, my love?"* Pooja ne andar aate hue kaha, arms mujhe wrap karte, pulling me close, nose meri neck pe sniff karte hue. *"Mmm... abhi bhi uski smell aa rahi hai. Manav Jiju ka perfume... aur something else."*
*"Because you are responsible for all this!"* maine kaha, uske arms mein struggle karte hue—but half-heartedly. *"Tu thi na woh sab bolne wali, 69 ka idea tera tha... 'Mona tu aur main saath mein'—yeh sab tune plant kiya dimaag mein!"*
*"Lekin tu toh maze li na?"* Pooja ne cut kiya, pulling back to look at my face, that knowing smile. *"Right? Bata na, kaise tha woh tongue? Taj Hotel ke soft beds pe... AC mein... nangi ho ke... Jaisa tu chahti thi?"*
Maine sharam se smile kiya, yaad karke—*that skill, that patience, that dedication. Poori raat usne mujhe chusa, chaata, every inch explore kiya.* *"Better,"* maine kaha, softly, almost whispering. *"Much better than I imagined."*
*"Aur tune diya kya return mein?"* Pooja ne pucha, hands meri waist pe slide karte hue, squeezing slightly. *"Itna achha treat milne ke baad... tu chup toh nahi baith gayi?"*
Maine socha aaj subah ki baat—*Taj Hotel ke bed pe, hum dono exhausted, sweat mein lathpath, Manav Jiju mere baal sehla rahe the.* *"Promised to meet him in Delhi,"* maine kaha, blushing. *"He told me, he'll be going to IIT Guwahati today, phir IIT Delhi. Hum wahan milenge... secretly."*
Pooja ne eyebrow raise kiya, wicked grin spreading. *"His wife? Simmy Di?"*
*"Wahan hogi,"* maine nod kiya, feeling naughty. *"He told me, they preferred it that way. She'll be in other room, me and him in other."*
*"Kinky,"* Pooja ne exclaim kiya, eyes widening, biting her lip. *"Manav Jiju... the different one. biwi ke saath flight mein aayega, phir tujhe chodega same city mein. Lucky you, meri jaan."*
*"Yes,"* maine kaha, smiling. *"Manav Jiju... he's different. Gentleman in streets, absolute animal in sheets."*
Maine topic divert kiya, uski taraf turn karke. *"But it was all because of you! Kal raat tu kya kya bol rahi thi, bitch—me and you in 69, yeh woh... tune spark kiya plug. Thank god Siya wahan nahi thi, warna meri izzat ka faluda ban jaata!"*
Pooja ne grin kiya, woh dangerous wala. *"She should have been there,"* usne casual tone mein kaha, coming closer, hands meri body pe move karte hue. *"Waise bhi... she was in the other room day before... when I sucked Manav Jiju."*
Mere eyes widened—*pure shock se, confusion se.* *"What... what are you saying? Kaunsa other room? Kahan?"*
*"Haan,"* Pooja ne calmly confirm kiya, lips meri neck pe trail karte hue, biting slightly. *"Main usko apne room mein le gayi thi. Siya wahin thi, corner mein, chup chap. Usne dekha... suna... everything. Kaise main Manav Jiju ka poora lund muh mein le rahi thi... kaise woh moan kar rahe the... kaise main unki balls chaat rahi thi..."*
*"Tu... tu pagal hai!"* maine gasp kiya, pushing her back, heart racing. *"Keep her out of this! Meri behen hai woh! Yeh kya gandi harkat hai?"*
Pooja ne strongly pakda mujhe, her grip firm, her whisper commanding ban gayi—*soft but steel, seductive but dangerous.* *"No, I will not keep her out. You can pretend all you want, Mona, but Siya is a woman now. And the world we live in? Manav is the exception. Guys like Aman, like Vikram, hell like Sumit—they are the norm. Wolves hain woh, aur hum meat."*
Main bas uske arms mein khadi thi, melting but listening—*kyunki jaanti thi woh sach bol rahi thi.*
*"You cannot protect her always,"* Pooja ne continue kiya, voice hypnotic, hands meri nightie ke andar slide karte hue. *"Jab tu Aman ki baahon mein so rahi hogi, koi Vikram-type usko grab kar lega, drag kar ke bed pe... use karega... throw her like used tissue..."*
*"Shut up, Pooja!"* maine resist kiya, lekin weakly—*because I knew she was right.*
*"You and me,"* Pooja ne kaha, pulling me closer, almost whispering in my ear, her breath hot. *"We can mould her together. Make her learn from our perspective. Let her not be the pawn in their game. Let her be the player."*
Pooja kept speaking, her fingers now tracing patterns on my skin, *"You know her bestie Payal? Back there in Jaipur, Sumit and Rajat are taking turns on her. Night after night. Double teaming. Using her like a whore."*
Mere andar ek jhatka laga—*Payal? Sumit AND Rajat?*
*"Do you wish similar for Siya?"* Pooja asked, her eyes piercing mine. *"Or you want her to be like us? Smart. In control. I brought her along so she can learn from us—the tricks of the game. Now you decide."*
Pooja was right... It was wrong, but right as well.
Maine sirf nod kiya, slowly, accepting the inevitable.
Chapter 50: Girls Trip — Pooja the Ringmaster (Part 3)
6 PM, Mumbai — Siya's Perspective
Reunion party 5 baje shuru honi thi, aur dheere dheere sab gather hone lagi—*around 12 girls, sab ek se badhkar ek.* All hot & curvy, cleavage showing, short dresses, high heels. Ek dum *feast for eyes* tha yeh scene. Meri Pooja Bhabhi sabse beautiful lag rahi thi—*red saree, backless blouse, hair open*—aur clearly wohi thi gang leader. Jahan woh khadi hoti, wahan attention shift ho jaata.
Aaj jab main aur Mona Di chit-chat karte hue shopping gayi thi, Pooja Bhabhi busy thi yeh sab arrange karne mein. Lekin instead of some club ya restaurant, usne book kiya tha ek Airbnb—*large hall, high ceilings, dim lighting, velvet couches.* Drinks aur snacks already placed the staff ki help se, but abhi sirf hum girls thi wahan.
*"All phones at the door,"* Pooja ne announce kiya, pointing at a drawer near entrance. *"We are here to talk, to remember old days, to party. No distractions."* Lekin woh hypocrite thi—*uske paas apna phone tha, silent pe, lekin uski pocket mein.*
Drinks chal rahe the, music baja raha tha—*slow, sensual, building the mood.* Jaise jaise vodka aur wine flow karne lagi, jokes bhi lewd hone lage, double-meaning waale. Mona Di aaj different thi mere saath—*friendly, carefree, no judging.* Maine socha shayad kal raat ka asar hai, ya phir Pooja ne kuch kaha hai. Whatever it was, I liked this change.
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**7:15 PM**
Pooja Bhabhi door ki taraf gayi, urgent call pe—*"last one, important,"* usne kaha.
10 minute baad woh wapas aayi. Lekin akeli nahi.
Uske saath do guys the—*oh my god.* Pehna tha police uniform, tight fitting, buttons struggle kar rahe the. Ek European tha, blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaw—*Mr. White.* Doosra African American, bald, very well built, muscles popping, dark skin glowing—*Mr. Black.* Dono ke uniforms ke neeche woh body lines dikh rahi thi, powerful, athletic.
*"Girls!"* Pooja ne exclaim kiya, clapping her hands, drawing all attention. *"Meet Mr. Black and Mr. White."* Woh pause li, that evil grin spreading. *"You all are a naughty bunch... and they are here to punish you."*
Room mein gasps nikli, phir giggles, phir hoots. *"Punish us, officer!"* kisi ne shout kiya. *"We’ve been very bad!"*
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**7:45 PM**
Party ab full swing mein thi. Drinks flowing, music loud, bodies moving. Mona Bhabhi dance floor pe thi, grinding her body against Mr. Black—*his hands on her waist, her ass pressed against his front, moving in rhythm.* Dono guys ab sirf little underwear mein the—*tight, barely containing, aur woh bulge... huge, prominent, impossible to ignore.*
Main ek corner mein khadi thi, Pooja Bhabhi ke strict orders pe—*"Siya can watch only, not play."* It was torture—*seeing all this, feeling the heat, the energy, but not participating.*
Main doosri Didis se interact kar rahi thi, trying to know their names, cities, relationship status. Lekin woh log zyada interested the kuch aur batane mein—*"Tere samajh mein aayega nayi, lekin teri Pooja aur Mona mein se kaun zyada slutty hai, pata hai?"*
*"Kaun?"* maine pucha.
*"Dono hi hain,"* ek Didi ne kaha, winking. *"Lekin Pooja... woh toh queen hai. Mona abhi seekh rahi hai. Pooja already master hai."*
Phir ek game shuru hua—*lewd, dirty, exciting.*
*"How many cocks have you given BJ to at a time?"* ek ne pucha, voice echoing in the hall.
Answers aaye—*"Two,"* kisi ne kaha. *"Three,"* doosri ne. Ek ne shout kiya—*"Five! One time, college mein, dare pe!"*
Sab hans rahe the, sharing stories, comparing notes. Main sirf sun rahi thi, imagining—*unke league mein hona, unki tarah confident, unki tarah bold.* Be the disciple. Learn the game.
---
**8:30 PM**
Main Pooja Bhabhi ke paas gayi. Woh ek wall pe khadi thi, drink haath mein, party ko observe kar rahi thi like a queen watching her kingdom.
*"Hi Bhabhi,"* maine kaha.
*"Hi baby,"* usne muskura ke reply kiya. *"Enjoying the party?"*
*"Very much, Bhabhi,"* maine kaha, genuinely. *"Thanks for bringing me here. Thanks for... everything."*
Pooja ne smile kiya, woh knowing wala. *"Bhabhi,"* maine courage juta ke pucha, *"what will I have to do to be in your and Mona Bhabhi's league? To be the disciple?"*
Uski eyes twinkled—*dangerous, excited, planning.* *"You'll have to prove,"* usne kaha, simple.
*"What?"* maine pucha, heart racing.
*"Oh,"* Pooja ne kaha, pulling me close, her lips mere ear ke paas, *"it will be a series of tests. Conquests, you can say. One by one. Each harder than the last. Each teaching you something new."*
*"Tests?"* maine whisper kiya, shivering from her breath on my skin.
*"Haan,"* Pooja ne kaha, her voice dropping even lower, almost a hiss. *"And you start with your very own..."* She paused, letting the tension build, letting me process. *"...Aman Jiju."*
Mere andar ek jhatka laga—*electric, terrifying, exciting.*
6 PM, Mumbai — Siya's Perspective
Reunion party 5 baje shuru honi thi, aur dheere dheere sab gather hone lagi—*around 12 girls, sab ek se badhkar ek.* All hot & curvy, cleavage showing, short dresses, high heels. Ek dum *feast for eyes* tha yeh scene. Meri Pooja Bhabhi sabse beautiful lag rahi thi—*red saree, backless blouse, hair open*—aur clearly wohi thi gang leader. Jahan woh khadi hoti, wahan attention shift ho jaata.
Aaj jab main aur Mona Di chit-chat karte hue shopping gayi thi, Pooja Bhabhi busy thi yeh sab arrange karne mein. Lekin instead of some club ya restaurant, usne book kiya tha ek Airbnb—*large hall, high ceilings, dim lighting, velvet couches.* Drinks aur snacks already placed the staff ki help se, but abhi sirf hum girls thi wahan.
*"All phones at the door,"* Pooja ne announce kiya, pointing at a drawer near entrance. *"We are here to talk, to remember old days, to party. No distractions."* Lekin woh hypocrite thi—*uske paas apna phone tha, silent pe, lekin uski pocket mein.*
Drinks chal rahe the, music baja raha tha—*slow, sensual, building the mood.* Jaise jaise vodka aur wine flow karne lagi, jokes bhi lewd hone lage, double-meaning waale. Mona Di aaj different thi mere saath—*friendly, carefree, no judging.* Maine socha shayad kal raat ka asar hai, ya phir Pooja ne kuch kaha hai. Whatever it was, I liked this change.
---
**7:15 PM**
Pooja Bhabhi door ki taraf gayi, urgent call pe—*"last one, important,"* usne kaha.
10 minute baad woh wapas aayi. Lekin akeli nahi.
Uske saath do guys the—*oh my god.* Pehna tha police uniform, tight fitting, buttons struggle kar rahe the. Ek European tha, blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaw—*Mr. White.* Doosra African American, bald, very well built, muscles popping, dark skin glowing—*Mr. Black.* Dono ke uniforms ke neeche woh body lines dikh rahi thi, powerful, athletic.
*"Girls!"* Pooja ne exclaim kiya, clapping her hands, drawing all attention. *"Meet Mr. Black and Mr. White."* Woh pause li, that evil grin spreading. *"You all are a naughty bunch... and they are here to punish you."*
Room mein gasps nikli, phir giggles, phir hoots. *"Punish us, officer!"* kisi ne shout kiya. *"We’ve been very bad!"*
---
**7:45 PM**
Party ab full swing mein thi. Drinks flowing, music loud, bodies moving. Mona Bhabhi dance floor pe thi, grinding her body against Mr. Black—*his hands on her waist, her ass pressed against his front, moving in rhythm.* Dono guys ab sirf little underwear mein the—*tight, barely containing, aur woh bulge... huge, prominent, impossible to ignore.*
Main ek corner mein khadi thi, Pooja Bhabhi ke strict orders pe—*"Siya can watch only, not play."* It was torture—*seeing all this, feeling the heat, the energy, but not participating.*
Main doosri Didis se interact kar rahi thi, trying to know their names, cities, relationship status. Lekin woh log zyada interested the kuch aur batane mein—*"Tere samajh mein aayega nayi, lekin teri Pooja aur Mona mein se kaun zyada slutty hai, pata hai?"*
*"Kaun?"* maine pucha.
*"Dono hi hain,"* ek Didi ne kaha, winking. *"Lekin Pooja... woh toh queen hai. Mona abhi seekh rahi hai. Pooja already master hai."*
Phir ek game shuru hua—*lewd, dirty, exciting.*
*"How many cocks have you given BJ to at a time?"* ek ne pucha, voice echoing in the hall.
Answers aaye—*"Two,"* kisi ne kaha. *"Three,"* doosri ne. Ek ne shout kiya—*"Five! One time, college mein, dare pe!"*
Sab hans rahe the, sharing stories, comparing notes. Main sirf sun rahi thi, imagining—*unke league mein hona, unki tarah confident, unki tarah bold.* Be the disciple. Learn the game.
---
**8:30 PM**
Main Pooja Bhabhi ke paas gayi. Woh ek wall pe khadi thi, drink haath mein, party ko observe kar rahi thi like a queen watching her kingdom.
*"Hi Bhabhi,"* maine kaha.
*"Hi baby,"* usne muskura ke reply kiya. *"Enjoying the party?"*
*"Very much, Bhabhi,"* maine kaha, genuinely. *"Thanks for bringing me here. Thanks for... everything."*
Pooja ne smile kiya, woh knowing wala. *"Bhabhi,"* maine courage juta ke pucha, *"what will I have to do to be in your and Mona Bhabhi's league? To be the disciple?"*
Uski eyes twinkled—*dangerous, excited, planning.* *"You'll have to prove,"* usne kaha, simple.
*"What?"* maine pucha, heart racing.
*"Oh,"* Pooja ne kaha, pulling me close, her lips mere ear ke paas, *"it will be a series of tests. Conquests, you can say. One by one. Each harder than the last. Each teaching you something new."*
*"Tests?"* maine whisper kiya, shivering from her breath on my skin.
*"Haan,"* Pooja ne kaha, her voice dropping even lower, almost a hiss. *"And you start with your very own..."* She paused, letting the tension build, letting me process. *"...Aman Jiju."*
Mere andar ek jhatka laga—*electric, terrifying, exciting.*
Chapter 51: Jiju Whores (Part 1)
**Monday Morning, 8 AM — Jaipur-Delhi Highway**
**Mira's Perspective**
Car smoothly highway pe chal rahi thi, music baj raha tha—*soft, sensual, matching my mood.* Maine steering grip kiya, wind mere pixie-cut baalon ko uda raha tha through the slightly open window. Last 2 weeks *hectic* the—*dad ke saath office mein kaam, targets, meetings, aur yeh growing hunger.* Ab mujhe break chahiye tha. Aur haan, main *horny* thi. Bahut zyada.
Jaipur ja rahi thi—*officially Pooja Di se milne, family se milne.* Lekin *asli reason?* Rajat. Woh messages, woh late night sexting, woh claims—*"I'm a tiger, Mira, I'll eat you alive."* Ab time tha dekhne ka—*yeh sab sirf words hain, ya sach mein woh tiger hai.*
Aur ek cheez. *Sumit Jiju.*
*My Jiju.* Pooja Di ke husband. Woh bhi wahan honge. Yaad aaya woh din—*Delhi trip, humara ghar, kaise usne mujhe sacrifice kiya tha Rajat ke liye.* Pehli baar uska cock mere muh mein—*nervous, excited, uski taste, uski power.* Uske baad usne kaha tha—*"Tu Rajat ki hai ab."* Lekin woh bewaqoof hai.
*Main apni khud ki queen hoon. Free will. Apni choices.*
Aur meri choice? *Sumit Jiju.* Hamesha se. Jab se maine unhe dekha tha—*powerful, dominating, that hunger in his eyes.* The way he looks at me when Pooja Di is not watching. *My sister's husband.* The taboo makes it hotter. Shayad is baar... *unhi ke bed mein.* Unki bedroom mein. While Di is out. *Jiju whore* banne ka time aa gaya tha.
---
Mera ek hi fear tha—*Archie.* Meri bahen. Woh bhi Sumit Jiju ke liye tarasti thi, mujhe dekh ke jealous hoti thi. *Competition.* Woh hamesha mere raaste mein aati thi, possessive, watching. Lekin jab Saturday evening maine hint diya ki I'm planning Jaipur jaane ka short break pe, usne surprisingly *deny* kar diya. *"Too much work, Mira, can't make it."*
*Bullshit.*
Main jaanti hoon uski tells. Kuch toh *cook* ho raha hai. Anyways, good for me. Meri raasta saaf tha. No Archie. No competition. No interference.
---
So here I was—*highway pe, speedometer pe 100, destination Jaipur.*
Phone pe baat hui thi Pooja Di se. Woh Saturday evening ko aa gayi thi. Monday morning Mona Di wapas Alwar jaa rahi thi. Pooja Di ne bataya tha phone pe—*"Siya is also going with her."*
Mera apna plan tha. Ab scene yeh tha:
**Ab sirf hum chaar the—each with their own games.**
- Pooja Di — *my elder sister, Sumit's wife, clueless about my intentions*
- Rajat — *the claimed "tiger," my backup plan, my alibi*
- Sumit Jiju — *my Jiju, the architect of this whole game, the one who sacrificed me once, the one I want back in his own bed*
- Aur main — *the middle Kapoor sister, pixie hair, office worker, ready to claim what's mine*
*Jiju whores.* Yeh Sumit Jiju ka plan tha—*sisters ko manipulate karna, control karna, use karna.* Woh sochta hai woh game master hai. Lekin is baar main uski game mein usse hi khelungi. Uske khud ke ghar mein. Uske khud ke bed pe.
Maine accelerator dabaya. Car tez ho gayi. 120. 130.
*Jaipur aa raha tha. Aur mere saath, meri desires, meri plans, aur meri Jiju ko chodne ka iraada.*
**[End of Part 1]**
**Monday Morning, 8 AM — Jaipur-Delhi Highway**
**Mira's Perspective**
Car smoothly highway pe chal rahi thi, music baj raha tha—*soft, sensual, matching my mood.* Maine steering grip kiya, wind mere pixie-cut baalon ko uda raha tha through the slightly open window. Last 2 weeks *hectic* the—*dad ke saath office mein kaam, targets, meetings, aur yeh growing hunger.* Ab mujhe break chahiye tha. Aur haan, main *horny* thi. Bahut zyada.
Jaipur ja rahi thi—*officially Pooja Di se milne, family se milne.* Lekin *asli reason?* Rajat. Woh messages, woh late night sexting, woh claims—*"I'm a tiger, Mira, I'll eat you alive."* Ab time tha dekhne ka—*yeh sab sirf words hain, ya sach mein woh tiger hai.*
Aur ek cheez. *Sumit Jiju.*
*My Jiju.* Pooja Di ke husband. Woh bhi wahan honge. Yaad aaya woh din—*Delhi trip, humara ghar, kaise usne mujhe sacrifice kiya tha Rajat ke liye.* Pehli baar uska cock mere muh mein—*nervous, excited, uski taste, uski power.* Uske baad usne kaha tha—*"Tu Rajat ki hai ab."* Lekin woh bewaqoof hai.
*Main apni khud ki queen hoon. Free will. Apni choices.*
Aur meri choice? *Sumit Jiju.* Hamesha se. Jab se maine unhe dekha tha—*powerful, dominating, that hunger in his eyes.* The way he looks at me when Pooja Di is not watching. *My sister's husband.* The taboo makes it hotter. Shayad is baar... *unhi ke bed mein.* Unki bedroom mein. While Di is out. *Jiju whore* banne ka time aa gaya tha.
---
Mera ek hi fear tha—*Archie.* Meri bahen. Woh bhi Sumit Jiju ke liye tarasti thi, mujhe dekh ke jealous hoti thi. *Competition.* Woh hamesha mere raaste mein aati thi, possessive, watching. Lekin jab Saturday evening maine hint diya ki I'm planning Jaipur jaane ka short break pe, usne surprisingly *deny* kar diya. *"Too much work, Mira, can't make it."*
*Bullshit.*
Main jaanti hoon uski tells. Kuch toh *cook* ho raha hai. Anyways, good for me. Meri raasta saaf tha. No Archie. No competition. No interference.
---
So here I was—*highway pe, speedometer pe 100, destination Jaipur.*
Phone pe baat hui thi Pooja Di se. Woh Saturday evening ko aa gayi thi. Monday morning Mona Di wapas Alwar jaa rahi thi. Pooja Di ne bataya tha phone pe—*"Siya is also going with her."*
Mera apna plan tha. Ab scene yeh tha:
**Ab sirf hum chaar the—each with their own games.**
- Pooja Di — *my elder sister, Sumit's wife, clueless about my intentions*
- Rajat — *the claimed "tiger," my backup plan, my alibi*
- Sumit Jiju — *my Jiju, the architect of this whole game, the one who sacrificed me once, the one I want back in his own bed*
- Aur main — *the middle Kapoor sister, pixie hair, office worker, ready to claim what's mine*
*Jiju whores.* Yeh Sumit Jiju ka plan tha—*sisters ko manipulate karna, control karna, use karna.* Woh sochta hai woh game master hai. Lekin is baar main uski game mein usse hi khelungi. Uske khud ke ghar mein. Uske khud ke bed pe.
Maine accelerator dabaya. Car tez ho gayi. 120. 130.
*Jaipur aa raha tha. Aur mere saath, meri desires, meri plans, aur meri Jiju ko chodne ka iraada.*
**[End of Part 1]**
Chapter 51: Jiju Whores (Part 2)
**Alwar, 2:30 PM — Narrator Perspective**
Aman ne gate khola, ghar mein ghusa, aur ruk gaya.
Wahan sofa pe leti thi woh—*Siya.* Tiny shorts, loose top that kept sliding off one shoulder, legs stretched out, creamy thighs on full display. TV chal raha tha lekin uski attention wahan nahi thi. She was watching him—*waiting, knowing, inviting.*
*"Hi Jiju,"* usne kaha, voice sweet, innocent mask perfectly in place. *"You sit. Di is sleeping. Let me bring water and drink for you."*
Woh uthi, deliberately slow, hips swaying, bouncing with each step—*natural rhythm ya practiced tease?* Aman couldn't tell. Bas dekh ta reh gaya, uski jaate hue hips ko, uski legs ko, that hint of midriff jo top ke upar se dikh raha tha.
Aman wahin khada raha, thinking—*overthinking.*
*Week ho gaya sex ko.* Mona pehle Mumbai gayi, phir Jaipur weekend pe family dinners, outings—*constantly surrounded, never alone.* Alwar flat mein laga tha finally they'll have space, privacy. Lekin end moment Siya ne insist kiya—*"Main bhi chalungi!"* Mona ne agree kar diya—*"Little sister hai, beloved of family, let her come."*
Aur ab yahan woh thi. *Temptation personified.*
*Now I'm getting horny,* Aman ne socha, adjusting slightly, *and Siya is adding to it. Those legs, that smile, the way she's looking at me...*
*No, Aman. Let it go. She's your wife's sister. Too risky. Too dangerous. Too... close.*
---
**Meanwhile, Kitchen**
Siya pani ka glass bhar rahi thi, lekin uski mind kahin aur thi.
*Flashback—kal raat, Pooja Bhabhi ke words.*
*"You will have to take your Aman Jiju,"* Bhabhi ne kaha tha, eyes serious, voice firm. *"He will be your first conquest. Your test."*
*"But how?"* Siya ne pucha tha.
*"Condition 1,"* Pooja ne finger uthaya, *"It will be in his home. Mona will be there. You have to hide, yet win. Right under your Di's nose."*
*"Condition 2,"* doosra finger, *"You cannot offer yourself to him. No easy giving. Tease him. Turn him. Make him come to grab you. In his mind, it should be his game—not yours. He should think he's the hunter."*
Siya ne socha tha us raat—*impossible. Di ghar pe hogi, Jiju will resist, I'm too obvious...*
Lekin ab, yahan kitchen mein, glass haath mein, usne decision liya.
*So there I was,* Siya ne socha, hips already swaying walk practice karne ke liye, *ready to be Jiju whore. Ready to take my Jiju. Ready to pass my first test.*
Woh kitchen se nikli, hips moving, smile ready, game on.
**Alwar, 2:30 PM — Narrator Perspective**
Aman ne gate khola, ghar mein ghusa, aur ruk gaya.
Wahan sofa pe leti thi woh—*Siya.* Tiny shorts, loose top that kept sliding off one shoulder, legs stretched out, creamy thighs on full display. TV chal raha tha lekin uski attention wahan nahi thi. She was watching him—*waiting, knowing, inviting.*
*"Hi Jiju,"* usne kaha, voice sweet, innocent mask perfectly in place. *"You sit. Di is sleeping. Let me bring water and drink for you."*
Woh uthi, deliberately slow, hips swaying, bouncing with each step—*natural rhythm ya practiced tease?* Aman couldn't tell. Bas dekh ta reh gaya, uski jaate hue hips ko, uski legs ko, that hint of midriff jo top ke upar se dikh raha tha.
Aman wahin khada raha, thinking—*overthinking.*
*Week ho gaya sex ko.* Mona pehle Mumbai gayi, phir Jaipur weekend pe family dinners, outings—*constantly surrounded, never alone.* Alwar flat mein laga tha finally they'll have space, privacy. Lekin end moment Siya ne insist kiya—*"Main bhi chalungi!"* Mona ne agree kar diya—*"Little sister hai, beloved of family, let her come."*
Aur ab yahan woh thi. *Temptation personified.*
*Now I'm getting horny,* Aman ne socha, adjusting slightly, *and Siya is adding to it. Those legs, that smile, the way she's looking at me...*
*No, Aman. Let it go. She's your wife's sister. Too risky. Too dangerous. Too... close.*
---
**Meanwhile, Kitchen**
Siya pani ka glass bhar rahi thi, lekin uski mind kahin aur thi.
*Flashback—kal raat, Pooja Bhabhi ke words.*
*"You will have to take your Aman Jiju,"* Bhabhi ne kaha tha, eyes serious, voice firm. *"He will be your first conquest. Your test."*
*"But how?"* Siya ne pucha tha.
*"Condition 1,"* Pooja ne finger uthaya, *"It will be in his home. Mona will be there. You have to hide, yet win. Right under your Di's nose."*
*"Condition 2,"* doosra finger, *"You cannot offer yourself to him. No easy giving. Tease him. Turn him. Make him come to grab you. In his mind, it should be his game—not yours. He should think he's the hunter."*
Siya ne socha tha us raat—*impossible. Di ghar pe hogi, Jiju will resist, I'm too obvious...*
Lekin ab, yahan kitchen mein, glass haath mein, usne decision liya.
*So there I was,* Siya ne socha, hips already swaying walk practice karne ke liye, *ready to be Jiju whore. Ready to take my Jiju. Ready to pass my first test.*
Woh kitchen se nikli, hips moving, smile ready, game on.
Chapter 51: Jiju Whores (Part 3)
Delhi, 2:30 PM — Archie's Perspective
College canteen mein baithi thi, coffee haath mein, lekin mind kahin aur tha. *Weekend ki yaadein...*
Gurgaon outing with Vikram Jiju. *Oh god.* By the time he dropped me near home at 9:30 PM, I could barely walk. *Sweet pain* poori body mein—*marks all over, neck pe, breasts pe, thighs pe.* Woh roughness, woh passion, woh *claiming.* Main toh sirf ek *cockqueen* ban gayi thi uske liye.
Usne bataya tha drive pe—*"Sunday ko Honey, kids aur parents ke saath relative function pe ja raha hoon. Drop karke aata hoon Monday ko 'business' ke liye. Tum aa jao ghar, few nights. Be my pretend wife."*
*Pretend wife!* Can you imagine? *Naughty Jiju.* Pehle main uski *saali* thi, phir *cockqueen* bani, ab *pretend wife* banungi. Kya progression hai meri life ki!
---
Siya ne pucha tha Saturday evening—*"Jaipur chal rahi hai?"* For a moment I was tempted. *Sumit Jiju.* Uff, woh toh different level hain. Lekin phir socha—*Pooja Di is not as naive as Mummy.* Woh sab samajhti hai. Aur Sumit Jiju in his arrogance—*he wouldn't care.* He would keep grabbing my breasts openly, agar Pooja Di ne dekh liya toh *blunder* ho jayega. Scandal. Family drama.
Plus, Sumit Jiju ne *promise* kiya tha—*"Next time holiday pe le jaunga, just you and me."* Toh why should I go to Jaipur ab? *Patience, girl. Long game khelo.*
So here I was—*Delhi mein.* Mira gayi alone Jaipur. *Good luck to her.* Pata nahi woh kya karne wali hai wahan. Lekin meri priority apni *Vikram Jiju* hain.
---
In do raaton ke liye Mummy ko convince karna easy tha—*"Group study, girls night, too much work in college."* Already Saturday ko bol diya tha. Mummy toh *clueless* hain meri life ke baare mein. *Bless her.*
Aur shopping! *Oh yes.* Maine Vikram Jiju se kaha tha—*"I need to do some shopping for... essentials."* Usne happily *80k credit* kar diye account mein. *80,000!* Just like that. *Generous Jiju.* Ab toh main aur bhi *slutty* cheezein kharidungi. Lingerie, toys, outfits—*the works.*
So now I had to plan. *Make this time special.* Vikram Jiju ke liye, apne liye. Kuch *memorable* karna tha. *Pretend wife* banne ka maza tabhi aayega jab main poori tarah se uski *fantasy* ban jaaun.
---
*Oh Archie,* maine socha, *how slutty you are becoming day by day.*
Lekin kya karun? *These Jijus of mine.* Vikram Jiju, Sumit Jiju—*dono ne milke mujhe turn kar diya.* From that *little cutie* college girl into... *this.* Into a woman who knows what she wants. Who craves it. Who plans her *conquests* instead of waiting.
Maine coffee ka sip liya, smile kiya, already planning my night.
*What can I do?* Yeh toh bas shuruvat hai.
**[End of Part 3]**
Delhi, 2:30 PM — Archie's Perspective
College canteen mein baithi thi, coffee haath mein, lekin mind kahin aur tha. *Weekend ki yaadein...*
Gurgaon outing with Vikram Jiju. *Oh god.* By the time he dropped me near home at 9:30 PM, I could barely walk. *Sweet pain* poori body mein—*marks all over, neck pe, breasts pe, thighs pe.* Woh roughness, woh passion, woh *claiming.* Main toh sirf ek *cockqueen* ban gayi thi uske liye.
Usne bataya tha drive pe—*"Sunday ko Honey, kids aur parents ke saath relative function pe ja raha hoon. Drop karke aata hoon Monday ko 'business' ke liye. Tum aa jao ghar, few nights. Be my pretend wife."*
*Pretend wife!* Can you imagine? *Naughty Jiju.* Pehle main uski *saali* thi, phir *cockqueen* bani, ab *pretend wife* banungi. Kya progression hai meri life ki!
---
Siya ne pucha tha Saturday evening—*"Jaipur chal rahi hai?"* For a moment I was tempted. *Sumit Jiju.* Uff, woh toh different level hain. Lekin phir socha—*Pooja Di is not as naive as Mummy.* Woh sab samajhti hai. Aur Sumit Jiju in his arrogance—*he wouldn't care.* He would keep grabbing my breasts openly, agar Pooja Di ne dekh liya toh *blunder* ho jayega. Scandal. Family drama.
Plus, Sumit Jiju ne *promise* kiya tha—*"Next time holiday pe le jaunga, just you and me."* Toh why should I go to Jaipur ab? *Patience, girl. Long game khelo.*
So here I was—*Delhi mein.* Mira gayi alone Jaipur. *Good luck to her.* Pata nahi woh kya karne wali hai wahan. Lekin meri priority apni *Vikram Jiju* hain.
---
In do raaton ke liye Mummy ko convince karna easy tha—*"Group study, girls night, too much work in college."* Already Saturday ko bol diya tha. Mummy toh *clueless* hain meri life ke baare mein. *Bless her.*
Aur shopping! *Oh yes.* Maine Vikram Jiju se kaha tha—*"I need to do some shopping for... essentials."* Usne happily *80k credit* kar diye account mein. *80,000!* Just like that. *Generous Jiju.* Ab toh main aur bhi *slutty* cheezein kharidungi. Lingerie, toys, outfits—*the works.*
So now I had to plan. *Make this time special.* Vikram Jiju ke liye, apne liye. Kuch *memorable* karna tha. *Pretend wife* banne ka maza tabhi aayega jab main poori tarah se uski *fantasy* ban jaaun.
---
*Oh Archie,* maine socha, *how slutty you are becoming day by day.*
Lekin kya karun? *These Jijus of mine.* Vikram Jiju, Sumit Jiju—*dono ne milke mujhe turn kar diya.* From that *little cutie* college girl into... *this.* Into a woman who knows what she wants. Who craves it. Who plans her *conquests* instead of waiting.
Maine coffee ka sip liya, smile kiya, already planning my night.
*What can I do?* Yeh toh bas shuruvat hai.
**[End of Part 3]**
Chapter 51: Jiju Whores (Part 4)
**Jaipur, Khanna Office — 2:30 PM**
**Rajat's Perspective**
Laptop ke saamne baitha tha, pretending to work—*typing, clicking, serious face.* Lekin andar? *Storm of thoughts.* Mind mein bas ek hi cheez chal rahi thi.
*Oh these are going to be my lucky days.*
Morning mein Mira ka message aaya—*"Coming to Jaipur, bringing all your gifts to show you."* Uff, woh gifts! *All that sexting, all those promises—"I'm a tiger, I'll eat you alive."* Ab time tha *practical fun* ka. Pehle Jaipur dikhata hoon usko, phir... *phir wohi jo tiger karte hain.*
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Last night ka scene yaad aaya—*drawing room mein sab baat kar rahe the, main secretly almirah pe gaya.* Pooja Bhabhi ki almirah mein do *lingerie sets* rakh ke aaya. *Her gift.* Blue and purple, both *tiny, sexy, barely there.* Bhabhi ko surprise dena tha. *Naughty Devar.*
Morning mein maine Bhabhi ko pics bheji—*proof of my victory.* Pehli pic: Rashmi in lingerie, woh purple wala. Doosri: *topless.* Poori *slut mode* mein. Message ke saath—*"Your gift, Bhabhi. Tiger ne shikaar kiya."*
Bhabhi ka reply aaya—*"Congrats Tiger."* Main toh *ecstatic* ho gaya! Lekin phir aur message aaya—*"These are very pretty Rajat, but very short, very transy. I will not share pic in these Rajat, pls."*
*Kya?!* Maine reply kiya—*"I won over Rashmi for you, not fair!"*
Usne kaha—*"Pls no pic, someone might see. I will show you directly..."*
*Oh wow!* What more could I ask for? *Direct show!* Meri toh *lottery* lag gayi.
Phir aur tease—*"But I will not wear both same time. I will die from shame Devar Ji. I will wear B with pants & P with Top, ok."*
*B & P.* Blue and Purple. Aur woh *"Devar Ji"*—*cherry on top.* I know she was teasing me. Woh jaanti hai main *crazy* ho jata hoon "Devar Ji" se. *Proper tease hai meri Bhabhi.*
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So now situation kya thi? *Dono mere ghar mein.*
- **GF #2** — *Mira, on her way, ready for her "tiger."*
- **GF #3** — *Pooja Bhabhi, "direct show" promise ke saath, shy-shy mode mein.*
*Lucky me!* Doosre logon ki ek bhi nahi milti, mere paas *do-do* taiyaar hain. *Same house. Same time.*
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Lekin **GF #1** — *Payal.* Woh *chali gayi* Sunday ko apne hometown. *Bitch.* Peeche se Sumit Bhaiya ke saath. *I know.* Behind my back ja rahi hai woh. *Thoroughly punished* karunga jab wapas aayegi. *Proper punishment.* Lekin filhaal, uski tension nahi leni. Doosri fish fry karne hain.
Aur Sumit Bhaiya? *Woh bhi toh ghar pe hi hain.* Unhe busy rakhna tha. *Distraction chahiye.*
Maine Rashmi ko message kiya—*"Can you play the same game? Keep Sumit boss busy?"*
Usne reply kiya—*"I want watching airpods & watch also for my phone. One which I gifted her."* Phir tease—*"How 'hard' it is on my body to keep Sumit boss entertained. How rough he is with me."*
*Meri GF #4.* **Rashmi.** *Proper slut.* Pure *cock-hungry, no shame, full slut mode.*
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Maine chair pe peeche hila, satisfied smile liya.
*I was a happy guy.*
Things were going great after a long time. *Four women. One house. And me—the tiger—in the center of it all.*
*Ab bas game ko execute karna tha.*
**[End of Part 4]**
**Jaipur, Khanna Office — 2:30 PM**
**Rajat's Perspective**
Laptop ke saamne baitha tha, pretending to work—*typing, clicking, serious face.* Lekin andar? *Storm of thoughts.* Mind mein bas ek hi cheez chal rahi thi.
*Oh these are going to be my lucky days.*
Morning mein Mira ka message aaya—*"Coming to Jaipur, bringing all your gifts to show you."* Uff, woh gifts! *All that sexting, all those promises—"I'm a tiger, I'll eat you alive."* Ab time tha *practical fun* ka. Pehle Jaipur dikhata hoon usko, phir... *phir wohi jo tiger karte hain.*
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Last night ka scene yaad aaya—*drawing room mein sab baat kar rahe the, main secretly almirah pe gaya.* Pooja Bhabhi ki almirah mein do *lingerie sets* rakh ke aaya. *Her gift.* Blue and purple, both *tiny, sexy, barely there.* Bhabhi ko surprise dena tha. *Naughty Devar.*
Morning mein maine Bhabhi ko pics bheji—*proof of my victory.* Pehli pic: Rashmi in lingerie, woh purple wala. Doosri: *topless.* Poori *slut mode* mein. Message ke saath—*"Your gift, Bhabhi. Tiger ne shikaar kiya."*
Bhabhi ka reply aaya—*"Congrats Tiger."* Main toh *ecstatic* ho gaya! Lekin phir aur message aaya—*"These are very pretty Rajat, but very short, very transy. I will not share pic in these Rajat, pls."*
*Kya?!* Maine reply kiya—*"I won over Rashmi for you, not fair!"*
Usne kaha—*"Pls no pic, someone might see. I will show you directly..."*
*Oh wow!* What more could I ask for? *Direct show!* Meri toh *lottery* lag gayi.
Phir aur tease—*"But I will not wear both same time. I will die from shame Devar Ji. I will wear B with pants & P with Top, ok."*
*B & P.* Blue and Purple. Aur woh *"Devar Ji"*—*cherry on top.* I know she was teasing me. Woh jaanti hai main *crazy* ho jata hoon "Devar Ji" se. *Proper tease hai meri Bhabhi.*
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So now situation kya thi? *Dono mere ghar mein.*
- **GF #2** — *Mira, on her way, ready for her "tiger."*
- **GF #3** — *Pooja Bhabhi, "direct show" promise ke saath, shy-shy mode mein.*
*Lucky me!* Doosre logon ki ek bhi nahi milti, mere paas *do-do* taiyaar hain. *Same house. Same time.*
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Lekin **GF #1** — *Payal.* Woh *chali gayi* Sunday ko apne hometown. *Bitch.* Peeche se Sumit Bhaiya ke saath. *I know.* Behind my back ja rahi hai woh. *Thoroughly punished* karunga jab wapas aayegi. *Proper punishment.* Lekin filhaal, uski tension nahi leni. Doosri fish fry karne hain.
Aur Sumit Bhaiya? *Woh bhi toh ghar pe hi hain.* Unhe busy rakhna tha. *Distraction chahiye.*
Maine Rashmi ko message kiya—*"Can you play the same game? Keep Sumit boss busy?"*
Usne reply kiya—*"I want watching airpods & watch also for my phone. One which I gifted her."* Phir tease—*"How 'hard' it is on my body to keep Sumit boss entertained. How rough he is with me."*
*Meri GF #4.* **Rashmi.** *Proper slut.* Pure *cock-hungry, no shame, full slut mode.*
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Maine chair pe peeche hila, satisfied smile liya.
*I was a happy guy.*
Things were going great after a long time. *Four women. One house. And me—the tiger—in the center of it all.*
*Ab bas game ko execute karna tha.*
**[End of Part 4]**
Chapter 51: Jiju Whores (Part 5)
**Alwar, 8 PM — Aman's Perspective**
Gym se wapas aaye the, dono thake hue lekin energized. Mona ne kaha—*"Chalo, sab ready hote hain, phir teeno dinner pe chalte hain."*
Woh shower ke liye chali gayi. Main kitchen mein khada tha, *protein shake* pe raha tha, muscles still pumped from the workout.
Tabhi woh aayi.
*"Hi Jiju,"* Siya ne kaha, wohi *tiny shorts* mein, legs on display, top barely covering. *"I wanted water."*
Fridge khola, bottle nikali, aur directly lips pe rakh di. *No glass, no manners, just pure casual sexiness.*
*"Oops,"* usne kaha, playful innocence mein.
Paani uske chin se beh ke niche gaya—*straight down her neck, onto her top, making the fabric wet, transparent, sticking to her skin.* Scene *too hot* tha. Mera attention instantly wahan gaya.
Main slowly peeche aaya, almost unconsciously. Mera haath softly uski hips pe brush hua—*firm yet soft, just lovely.* Woh flinch nahi ki. *Encouraging.*
Meri eyes uske top ke andar gaye—*wet fabric ne skin se chipak ke uski boobs clearly dikhaye.* No bra. *Fuck.*
*"You should change,"* maine kaha, voice slightly hoarse.
*"Yes Jiju,"* usne muskura ke kaha, wohi *innocent* tone mein. *"About to take bath only. Phir hum 3 go out na?"*
*"Yes, we will,"* maine kaha, lekin mann mein—*I wanted to keep her a little longer. Savour that touch again.*
Maine flirt kiya—*"So, how was the party in Mumbai? Knew some secrets of Mona Di which we don't know?"*
Usne shrug kiya, *"Mona Di's secrets are known to Pooja Bhabhi, not me."*
*Pooja.*
Woh naam sunte hi meri thoughts peeche chali gayi—*flashback mode.*
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**3 Years Ago**
Jab mein aur Mona dating shuru kiye the, Pooja Delhi mein rehti thi, hum Jaipur mein. Lekin jab bhi milte the—*parties, functions, trips*—mein aur Pooja *pretty close* hote the.
Hugs common the. *Kisses on cheeks.* Main uski waist grab karta tha, hips pe smack karta tha—*playful, flirty, teasing.* Neither she nor Mona minded. In fact, Mona tease karti thi—*"Pooja is like sister to me, so in a way she is your Saali. This much teasing is right of Jiju."*
*Meri Saali.* Woh concept hi *turn on* tha.
Lekin phir hamari wedding mein—*Pooja met Sumit.* Within 2 months, seriously dating. Mona ne mujhe bataya—*"Pooja is off limits now. She is our Bhabhi."*
*Game over.*
Maine *good guy* play kiya. Let one Saali go. *Pooja chali gayi, meri grip se, meri fantasies se.*
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**Present**
Ab wapas aaya main present mein—*Siya ke saath kitchen mein, uski wet top, uski hips mere haath ke neeche.*
*Siya. Actual Saali. Mona ki real sister. Pooja ki tarah "like sister" nahi—real sister.*
Chance tha mere paas. *Finally.*
Maine socha—*Pooja aur Mona clever hain, fox ki tarah. Lekin Siya? Dumb hottie lagti hai. Easy target. I have to at least test the waters.*
Maine *dared.* Haath uski hips pe rakh diya—*firm, claiming, possessive.*
Woh flinch nahi ki. *She did not seem to mind.*
*Sleeping tiger stirr hone laga tha.*
**[End of Part 5]**
**Alwar, 8 PM — Aman's Perspective**
Gym se wapas aaye the, dono thake hue lekin energized. Mona ne kaha—*"Chalo, sab ready hote hain, phir teeno dinner pe chalte hain."*
Woh shower ke liye chali gayi. Main kitchen mein khada tha, *protein shake* pe raha tha, muscles still pumped from the workout.
Tabhi woh aayi.
*"Hi Jiju,"* Siya ne kaha, wohi *tiny shorts* mein, legs on display, top barely covering. *"I wanted water."*
Fridge khola, bottle nikali, aur directly lips pe rakh di. *No glass, no manners, just pure casual sexiness.*
*"Oops,"* usne kaha, playful innocence mein.
Paani uske chin se beh ke niche gaya—*straight down her neck, onto her top, making the fabric wet, transparent, sticking to her skin.* Scene *too hot* tha. Mera attention instantly wahan gaya.
Main slowly peeche aaya, almost unconsciously. Mera haath softly uski hips pe brush hua—*firm yet soft, just lovely.* Woh flinch nahi ki. *Encouraging.*
Meri eyes uske top ke andar gaye—*wet fabric ne skin se chipak ke uski boobs clearly dikhaye.* No bra. *Fuck.*
*"You should change,"* maine kaha, voice slightly hoarse.
*"Yes Jiju,"* usne muskura ke kaha, wohi *innocent* tone mein. *"About to take bath only. Phir hum 3 go out na?"*
*"Yes, we will,"* maine kaha, lekin mann mein—*I wanted to keep her a little longer. Savour that touch again.*
Maine flirt kiya—*"So, how was the party in Mumbai? Knew some secrets of Mona Di which we don't know?"*
Usne shrug kiya, *"Mona Di's secrets are known to Pooja Bhabhi, not me."*
*Pooja.*
Woh naam sunte hi meri thoughts peeche chali gayi—*flashback mode.*
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**3 Years Ago**
Jab mein aur Mona dating shuru kiye the, Pooja Delhi mein rehti thi, hum Jaipur mein. Lekin jab bhi milte the—*parties, functions, trips*—mein aur Pooja *pretty close* hote the.
Hugs common the. *Kisses on cheeks.* Main uski waist grab karta tha, hips pe smack karta tha—*playful, flirty, teasing.* Neither she nor Mona minded. In fact, Mona tease karti thi—*"Pooja is like sister to me, so in a way she is your Saali. This much teasing is right of Jiju."*
*Meri Saali.* Woh concept hi *turn on* tha.
Lekin phir hamari wedding mein—*Pooja met Sumit.* Within 2 months, seriously dating. Mona ne mujhe bataya—*"Pooja is off limits now. She is our Bhabhi."*
*Game over.*
Maine *good guy* play kiya. Let one Saali go. *Pooja chali gayi, meri grip se, meri fantasies se.*
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**Present**
Ab wapas aaya main present mein—*Siya ke saath kitchen mein, uski wet top, uski hips mere haath ke neeche.*
*Siya. Actual Saali. Mona ki real sister. Pooja ki tarah "like sister" nahi—real sister.*
Chance tha mere paas. *Finally.*
Maine socha—*Pooja aur Mona clever hain, fox ki tarah. Lekin Siya? Dumb hottie lagti hai. Easy target. I have to at least test the waters.*
Maine *dared.* Haath uski hips pe rakh diya—*firm, claiming, possessive.*
Woh flinch nahi ki. *She did not seem to mind.*
*Sleeping tiger stirr hone laga tha.*
**[End of Part 5]**
I have reduced number of images drastically as it seems I am writing more for myself, if people will demand than focus more on pics