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VVIP Saas-Bahu: Jalan Ki Aag
Part 1: Bungalow Ki Andaruni Jung
Rajdhani ke sabse posh area mein ek bada sa VVIP bungalow tha — marble floors, crystal chandeliers, aur har taraf security. Yeh ghar tha ex-minister Prakash ka. Unki patni Kamini (Saas) — ek dum sharp, sophisticated, 48 saal ki, figure abhi bhi tight, par chehre par hamesha ek sardar si muskaan. Aur unki bahu Khushboo (Bahurani) — 26 saal, stunning beauty, modeling background ki, lambi height, glowing skin, aur aankhon mein ek aisi chingaari jo kabhi bhi bhadak sakti thi.
Dono ke beech rishta bilkul teek nahi tha. Ek bhi baat par nahi banti. Chahe kitchen ho, drawing room ho, ya bathroom. Par yeh sab private tha. Bahar duniya ke saamne dono ek dusre ko “Saasumaa” aur “Bahurani” keh kar pyaar se bulati thi. Media, neta, afsar — kisi ko bhi andaaza nahi tha ki ghar ke andar kya chal raha hai.
Khushboo ka pati Rahul weak tha. Hamesha business trips par. “Baby, mujhe Singapore jaana hai… 10 din lagenge.” Yeh line Khushboo roz sunti thi. Sasur Prakash Singh tight the — ghar ke rules, time, aur har cheez par nazar. Unke saamne dono auraton ka jhagda chhup jata tha.
Lekin aaj subah se hi aag lagi hui thi.
Kitchen Mein Pehli Takrar
Kamini: “Bahurani, yeh chai mein itna adrak kyun daala? Tumhe pata hai na Prakash ji ko adrak pasand nahi.”
Khushboo (muskurate hue par aankhon mein gussa): “Saasumaa, aapko har cheez mein dikkat kyun hoti hai? Main toh soch rahi thi aapki sehat ke liye thoda adrak acha rahega. Aapki umar ho rahi hai na…”
Kamini (daant se): “Umar? Bahurani, meri umar mein bhi tumhari tarah figure hai. Tum toh abhi modeling ke chakkar mein din raat photos click karti rehti ho. Ghar sambhalo pehle.”
Khushboo (apne aap se sochte hue): Saali buddhi… teri jalti hai na meri jawani se…
Dono ki behas lambi chali. Ek dusre ko taane, chhoti-chhoti baaton par.
Bathroom Scene – Intimate Jhagda


Shaam ko Khushboo bathroom mein thi. Sirf ek black lace bra pehni hui, neeche poori nangi. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi apne armpit ke baal carefully trim kar rahi thi. Thodi si sweat thi uske body par. Usne apne choot ke baal bhi thoda shape de raha tha jab…
Darwaza khula.
Kamini andar aa gayi bina knock kiye. “Bahurani, tumne mera woh expensive face cream kahan rakha hai?”
Khushboo (trimmer haath mein pakde, bina kapde pehne): “Saasumaa! Aap bina knock kiye andar aa gayi? Main… main ready ho rahi thi.”
Kamini (uski nangi body par nazar daalte hue, thoda jalan se): “Kya ready ho rahi thi? Armpit ke baal nikaal rahi ho? Abhi bhi modeling ke auditions ke liye tayyar ho? Bahar wale logon ko impress karne ke chakkar mein ghar ki izzat ka khayal nahi?”
Khushboo (trimmer chalate hue, gusse mein par muskurate hue): “Saasumaa, aapko meri har cheez se problem kyun hai? Aap khud toh har party mein sabse tight dresses pehen kar jaati hain. Log aapko dekhte hain na… main toh abhi shuru kar rahi hoon.”
Dono beech bathroom mein hi behas karne lagi. Khushboo armpit trim karte-karte bolti rahi, Kabhi-kabhi apni choot ke hairs ko bhi touch karti. Kamini khadi dekhti rahi, uski jalan badhti ja rahi thi.
Khushboo (man hi man): Saali Kamini… teri jalti hai na meri tight body se…
Secret Mard – Pehla Hint
Raakh ke raat Kamini apna phone lekar chupke se terrace par gayi. Ek number dial kiya — “Rajat… kal raat 10 baje usual place par milna. Kuch important baat hai.”
Khushboo ne chupke se dekha. Usne socha — Yeh kaun hai Rajat? Saasumaa ke itne saare secret iske paas kyun? Main iski jasusi karungi.
Gusse Ki Raat – Private Bedroom Scene
Raat ke 1 baje. Kamini so chuki thi. Khushboo apne bedroom mein akeli thi. Gussa bahut zyada tha aaj. Usne laptop khola — usme Kamini ki ek bahut sundar party wali photo thi.
Khushboo ne ek glass wine liya. Pehla peg piya, dusra… teesra. Phir gusse mein laptop ki screen par wine phenk diya.
“Saali randi… har cheez mein mera peecha karti hai!” (pehli baar uske muh se zor se nikal gaya)
Usne cigarette sulgayi. 2-3 puffs liye. Phir gusse mein khadi hui. Sirf bra pehni thi, neeche poori nangi. Woh laptop ke saamne baith gayi, legs spread karke.
Aur phir… usne apni chut par haath rakha, thoda rub kiya… aur seedha peshab kar diya Kamini ki photo par laptop screen mein.
Peshab ki dhara screen par giri, photo ko bhigote hue. Khushboo zor-zor se saans le rahi thi, aankhen laal.
“Le… teri yeh sundar photo… ab meri chut ka peshab pi le Saasumaa…”
Scene der tak chalta raha. Woh peshab karte hue bhi gaaliyan bolti rahi man mein, cigarette peetti rahi, wine peeti rahi. Laptop screen ab bilkul wet tha.
Modeling Ki Shuruaat
Agle din Khushboo ne decide kiya — woh modeling mein aur aage badhegi. Ek international brand ka offer aaya tha. Jab usne ghar par bataya, Kamini ka chehra laal ho gaya.
Kamini: “Bahurani, tum ghar sambhalo. Modeling? Log kya kahenge?”
Khushboo: “Saasumaa, aapko kya problem hai? Aap khud toh abhi bhi parties mein sabko apni jawani dikhaati hain. Main bhi apni zindagi jeena chahti hoon.”
Dono ki behas phir se lambi ho gayi.
To Be Continued…
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VVIP Saas-Bahu: Jalan Ki Aag
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Scene 1: Kitchen Counter Ke Peeche

Subah Ka Breakfast
Prakash table par baith kar chai pi rahe the. Dono auratein muskurate hue serve kar rahi thi.
Counter ke peeche dono bilkul paas.
Kamini (muskurate hue, bahut dheemi tez awaaz mein): “Bahurani… kal shoot mein itna expose karke aayi thi? Log kya soch rahe honge ghar ki bahu ke baare mein?”
Khushboo (muskurate hue, Prakash ki taraf dekhte hue): “Saasumaa… aapko meri har cheez se jalan hoti hai na? Main apni career bana rahi hoon. Aap apne raat ke secret meetings sambhalo. Rajat ab mujhe bhi contracts de raha hai.”
Dono ke chehre par pyaari muskaan, awaaz sirf ek dusre tak. Behas 6-7 minute tak chali — taane, jalan, personal attacks.



Scene 2: Bathroom Mein..


Shaam Ka Private Moment
Khushboo mirror ke saamne lotion laga rahi thi, sirf towel lapet kar. Kamini andar aa gayi aur darwaza band kiya.
Kamini (paas aakar, halki par kaati hui awaaz): “Bahurani, yeh roz lotion, smooth skin… modeling ke naam par kitna time waste? Ghar sambhalne ka time nahi milta?”
Khushboo (towel adjust karte hue, aankhen saas par): “Saasumaa… aapko meri jawani aur success se itni jalti hai kyun? Aap khud har party mein sabko apna style dikhati hain. Main apni zindagi jee rahi hoon. Aap apni umar aur secrets chhupao.”
Behas bathroom ke closed space mein tez ho gayi. Khushboo lotion lagati rahi, Kamini taane deti rahi. Bahar kisi ko awaaz nahi aayi.


Scene 3: Terrace Par – Raat Ka Chhupa Drama
Prakash so chuke the. Dono terrace par alag-alag khadi, jaise hawa kha rahi hon.
Kamini (door se tez dheemi awaaz): “Bahurani… tu Rajat ke paas bhi pahunch gayi? Meri zindagi mein haath daal rahi hai? Main tujhe yeh sab nahi karne dungi.”
Khushboo (muskurate hue, par gusse mein): “Saasumaa… aapki purani baatein aur photos mere paas hain. Modeling mein main aur aage badhungi. Aapki har cheez se mujhe jalan hoti hai, par ab main control mein la rahi hoon sab kuch.”
Behas terrace ke andhere kone mein lambi chali. Sirf aankhon ka gussa aur dheemi awaaz.
Scene 4: Khushboo Ka Private Gussa Moment (Bedroom – Akeli)
Raat 1:20 baje. Khushboo akeli bedroom mein. Aaj ki chhupi behason se gussa bahut tha.
Usne laptop khola — Kamini ki kuch purani party photos. Wine ke peg piye, cigarette sulgayi. Poori smooth body ke saath bed par baith gayi.
Wine ka glass screen par phenk diya. Cigarette ke dhuein mein photos ko ghoorti rahi. Usne apne private area ko rub kiya, geeli hone ke baad tez saans lete hue apne aap se boli:
“Saali Saasumaa… har jagah mujhe rokne ki koshish… par main jeet rahi hoon. Teri har baat se mujhe jalan hoti hai…”

Scene 5: Drawing Room Mein – Sasur Ke Saamne Chhupi Tension
Prakash newspaper padh rahe the. Dono sofa par baith thi, bahar se hasi-mazak.
Jab Prakash kuch der ke liye bahar gaye, tab dono ne turant dheere se behas shuru ki.
Khushboo (muskurate hue): “Saasumaa… aap ab control kho rahi hain na? Meri modeling badh rahi hai.”
Kamini (muskurate hue, par daant se): “Bahurani… tu bahut oonchi ud rahi hai. Main tera asli rang jaanti hoon.”
Prakash ke aane tak dono phir se pyaar se baat karne lagi.....

 

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Prakash ke important political friends ke saath grand dinner tha. Table par sab kuch bahut posh aur perfect. Khushboo aur Kamini dono elegant dresses mein, muskurate hue guests ko serve kar rahi thi.



“Prakash ji, yeh lijiye” aur

“Kamini ji, aap bhi try kijiye” — bahar se bilkul ideal family.
Lekin kitchen ke side door ke peeche dono bilkul paas aa gayi.
Kamini (muskurate hue, par awaaz mein teekhapan): “Khushboo… yeh tere modeling ke events se ghar ki izzat par asar pad raha hai. Har jagah tu apni body highlight karti hai. Main teri saas hoon, mujhe yeh sab bilkul pasand nahi.”
Khushboo (chehre par muskaan rakhte hue, lekin aankhon mein aag): “Kamini ji… aapko meri har success se itni jalan kyun hoti hai? Aap khud har political gathering mein sabse zyada chamakne aur logon ka attention khinchne ki koshish karti hain. Main apna career bana rahi hoon. Aap apne purane raaz aur Rajat wali meetings sambhalo.”
Kamini (aur paas jhuk kar, dheemi tez awaaz mein): “Career? Bahurani, tu meri peeth peeche sab kuch kar rahi hai. Rajat ke through contracts lene lagi hai? Meri zindagi mein haath daal rahi hai? Yeh anban main aur nahi sahungi.”
Khushboo (muskurate hue, haath counter par zor se dabate hue): “Kamini ji… aapki umar ho rahi hai isliye har nayi cheez se jalti hain. Meri jawani aur modeling aapko pasand nahi. Aapki har planning mujhe pata chal rahi hai. Ab aap control nahi kar sakti mujhe.”
Yeh chhupi behas dinner ke poore time tak chali — kitchen se drawing room ke corner tak. Dono baar-baar guests ke paas jaati, normal baat karti, hasi-mazak karti, phir wapas aakar taane deti. 35-40 minute tak yeh takraar jaari rahi. Sirf dono ko hi pata tha andar kya chal raha hai. Prakash aur guests ko kuch bhi shak nahi hua.
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Khushboo ke agle modeling shoot mein bold western wear tha. Backstage mein woh changing room mein ek deep neck aur short dress try kar rahi thi, apni smooth skin aur figure ko perfect bana rahi thi.


Kamini venue ke bahar ke ek chhipe spot se pura event dekhti rahi. Woh andar nahi gayi, lekin Khushboo ke ramp walk aur poses ko notice karti rahi, andar hi jalti hui.
Shoot ke baad ghar lautte waqt car mein dono saath thi.
Kamini (driver ke saamne normal muskurate hue, lekin Khushboo se tez dheemi awaaz): “Khushboo… aaj bhi tu kitni expose hokar ramp par chali? Logon ke saamne itna sab dikhana zaroori hai kya? Ghar ki bahu hone ka ehsaas hai tujhe?”
Khushboo (window se bahar dekhte hue, muskurate hue): “Kamini ji… aapne phir spying ki? Aapko meri har cheez se problem kyun? Aap khud events mein sabko apna style dikhati hain. Main apna future bana rahi hoon. Aapki yeh purani soch mujhe rok nahi sakti.”
Kamini (control mein rehkar): “Future? Bahurani, tu bahut tez ho rahi hai. Rajat ke through sab kuch arrange kar rahi hai na? Main sab jaanti hoon. Yeh tarike band kar de warna main kuch aur sochungi.”
Khushboo: “Kamini ji… aap ab dhamkiyan de rahi hain? Meri modeling aur career aur badhegi. Aapki jalti hui nazar dekh kar maza aata hai. Aap apne raaz chhupao.”
Car ke safar bhar yeh behas detail mein chali — taane, jalan, personal attacks, par awaaz itni low ki driver ko kuch pata nahi chala.
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Kuch der baad...


Kamini ne Rajat ko ek private jagah par mil kar nayi planning ki — “Khushboo ko modeling line mein rokne ke tareeke socho.”
Khushboo ne bahar se jasusi ki aur recording kar li.
Shaam ko ghar ke drawing room ke corner mein dono phir takra gayi (Prakash upar the).
Kamini (muskurate hue): “Khushboo… tu meri peeth peeche sab kar rahi hai. Rajat se mil kar planning? Main teri saas hoon, yeh sab bardasht nahi karungi.”
Khushboo (muskurate hue, par tez): “Kamini ji… aapki nayi planning bhi mere paas aa gayi hai. Aap mujhe rokne ki koshish kar rahi hain par nahi rok paogi. Meri jawani aur career aapko jalati hai na? Aap apni umar aur purane connections sambhalo.”
Dono ke beech yeh takraar drawing room ke corner mein der tak chali — aankhon ka gussa, dheemi awaaz mein taane, ek dusre ko personally chhedna, par bahar se sab normal.

 

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Subah 8:20 baje ghar mein dono alag-alag taiyar ho rahi thi...


Khushboo ne tight black crop top aur jeans pehna tha, apni smooth body ko mirror mein ek baar dekh kar woh niche utar aayi। Kamini drawing room mein khadi thi। Dono ne ek dusre ko dekha।
Kamini muskurate hue boli,

“Bahurani… aaj modeling event hai na? Theek se jaana।”
Khushboo bhi muskurayi aur boli, “Saasu Maa… aapka politics event bhi hai na? Aap bhi theek se jaaiye।”
Dono ne thodi der tak ek dusre se baat ki। Aankhon mein purani jalan thi, par zyada kuch nahi bola। Phir dono alag-alag nikal gayi। Khushboo modeling event ki taraf aur Kamini politics event ki taraf।
Pehle modeling event mein Bahurani ki mulakat hui Dev Shah se।
VIP lounge bahut shant tha। Khushboo andar pahunchi hi thi ki Dev Shah wahan baitha tha — 6 foot ka solid jism, black shirt mein bahut powerful aur attractive lag raha tha। Dev Shah ne Khushboo ko dekha। Uski nazar dheere-dheere upar se niche tak ghumi — tight crop top mein ubhri hui boobs, kamar ki curve aur long legs tak। Khushboo ka mann thoda sa machal gaya। Woh sharma kar aankhen jhuka leti, par andar se ek ajeeb si khushi mehsoos ho rahi thi।
Dev Shah paas aakar dheere se bola, “Khushboo… baitho। Main Dev Shah hoon। Tumhara modeling ka kaam bahut pasand aa raha hai।”
Khushboo thodi sharma kar boli, “Dev ji… thank you।”
Dev Shah ki aankhen phir se dheere-dheere Khushboo ke figure par ghumne lagi। Dono aankhon hi aankhon mein baat kar rahe the। Dev Shah dheere se aur kareeb aa gaya, ab sirf ek foot ka faasla tha। Khushboo ki saans thodi tez ho gayi, par woh kuch nahi boli। Mulakat sirf modeling contract aur support ki baat par khatam hui। Dev Shah ne promise kiya ki sab gupt rahega।
Ab usi subah politics event mein Saas Kamini ki mulakat hui Dev Shah se।
Kamini elegant saree mein VIP area mein khadi thi। Dev Shah wahan pahuncha। Usne Kamini ko dekha। Uski nazar dheere-dheere upar se niche tak ghumi — gehre blouse mein ubhri hui chest, kamar ki mature curve aur saree ke pallu tak। Kamini ka mann thoda sa machal gaya। Woh sharma kar muskurayi, par andar se ek ajeeb si khushi mehsoos ho rahi thi।
Dev Shah paas aakar strong awaaz mein bola, “Kamini ji… aap yahan? Bahut achha laga mil kar। Main Dev Shah hoon।”
Kamini thodi sharma kar boli, “Dev ji… aapko dekh kar achha laga।”
Dev Shah ki aankhen dheere-dheere Kamini ke figure par ghumne lagi। Dono aankhon hi aankhon mein baat kar rahe the। Dev Shah dheere se aur kareeb aa gaya, ab sirf thoda sa faasla tha। Kamini ki saans thodi bhari ho gayi, par woh kuch nahi boli। Mulakat sirf politics aur support ki baat par khatam hui। Dev Shah ne promise kiya ki sab gupt rahega।

Shaam ko dono ghar pahunchi। Kitchen mein washing machine ke paas dono saamne ho gayi।
Kamini washing machine kholte hue boli, “Bahurani… yeh meri saadi press karke rakh dena।”
Khushboo thoda thak kar boli, “Saasu Maa… main bhi toh ja rahi thi apne kaam par। Aap apne aap hi kar lo। Mujhe bhi jaruri kaam hai aaj।”
Dono ne thodi der tak ek dusre se baat ki — washing machine ke paas khade khade, normal si baat, lekin thodi jalan ke saath। Behas 8-10 minute tak chali, phir dono apne-apne kaam par lag gayi।
Yeh thi Dev Shah se dono ki pehli mulaqaat...