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Subah – Office Jaane ki Taiyari aur Mann ki Baatein
Subah ke 9:45 baje the. Dilip office jaane ke liye nikal chuka tha. Neha (Rahul ki body mein) apne room mein thi. Rahul (Neha ki body mein) bedroom ke mirror ke saamne khadi thi.
Usne aaj ke liye specially ek outfit choose kiya tha.
Black formal blouse – deep but decent neck, sleeves elbow tak, material thoda stretchable jo uske 38D breasts ko shape mein rakhe. Neeche dark grey high-waist formal trousers jo uski patli kamar aur wide hips ko clearly define kar rahe the. Baal sleek bun mein bandhe the, thoda makeup – light kajal, soft pink lipstick, aur neck mein ek thin gold chain. Heels medium height ke.
Mirror mein dekhte hue usne apni body ko scan kiya.
**Rahul-Neha ka Mann:**
“Yeh body… meri maa ki body… aaj isko main office le ja rahi hoon. Sharma ke saamne. Wohi Sharma jo party mein mujhe aise dekh raha tha jaise kapde utaarna chahta ho. Us din uski nazar meri chest aur hips par itni der tikki thi ki main sharma gayi thi… lekin ab main sharmaane wali nahi hoon.
Aaj main sexy dikhna chahti hoon… lekin classy. Itna ki uska dhyaan baar-baar meri taraf jaaye, lekin itna bhi nahi ki woh openly kuch bol sake. Deep neck… thoda cleavage dikhega jab main jhukungi. Trousers tight hain… peeche se gand ka shape clear hai. Chalte waqt hips naturally move karenge.
Baba ka power hai mere paas. Mantra hai. Agar Sharma zyada aage badha toh main usko control kar sakti hoon. Thoughts daal sakti hoon. Uske dimaag mein seed bo sakti hoon. Yeh job sirf 50,000 ki nahi hai… yeh ek naya khel ka darwaza hai. Sharma ko jaal mein phasane ka, information nikalne ka, aur shayad baad mein usko bhi use karne ka.
Dilip ab mere control mein hai. Kal raat power se uske dimaag mein positive thoughts daal diye. Ab woh meri har baat support karega. Rekha bhi meri taraf hai. Raj ko seduce karne ka plan chal raha hai. Kamini Dilip ke peeche padi hai. Aur ab Sharma…
Yeh zindagi… jab main mard tha tab itni complicated nahi thi. Ab is ladies body mein aa kar lagta hai jaise main ek bade khel ki queen ban gayi hoon. Har mard meri taraf attract ho raha hai – Dilip, Sharma, aur shayad baad mein aur bhi.
Aaj office mein main soft bolungi, thoda sharmaungi, thoda confidence dikhaungi. Sharma ko lage ki main innocent hoon… lekin andar se main usko padh rahi houngi. Agar usne meri taraf galat nazar se dekha, toh main uske dimaag mein aur deep utar jaungi.
Chalo… ab nikalna chahiye. 11 baje tak office pahunchna hai.”
Usne ek baar phir mirror mein apne aap ko dekha. Blouse thoda adjust kiya taaki cleavage controlled lekin visible rahe. Trousers ki zip check ki. Heels pehne. Purse uthaya.
Nikalte waqt usne neeche hall mein dekha – Neha (Rahul body) usko dekh rahi thi. Dono ki nazar mil gayi. Ek second ke liye dono ke beech ek ajeeb sa silent understanding guzra – ek body se doosri body ko dekhne ka.
Rahul-Neha ne halka sa smile kiya aur ghar se nikal gayi.
Auto pakadte hue uske mann mein phir se awaaz aayi:
“Aaj se ek naya chapter shuru ho raha hai. Sharma… main aa rahi hoon. Is baar main sirf dekhne wali nahi… khelne wali hoon.”
Office ki building door se dikhai di. Rahul-Neha ne gehri saans li, apne heels mein thoda aur confidence se walk ki, aur gate ki taraf badh gayi.
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**Office Building – Pehli Mulakat**
Rahul (Neha ki body mein) office building ke neeche utri. Black formal blouse aur grey trousers mein uska figure sharp lag raha tha. Heels ki halki awaaz floor par pad rahi thi. Usne phone nikaala aur Dilip ko call kiya.
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Ji… main neeche aa gayi hoon. Gate par hoon.”
**Dilip** (phone par):
“Haan, aa jao upar. Main reception par bata deta hoon. Lift se 4th floor par aa jaana.”
Rahul-Neha andar gayi. Security ne ID maangi, usne Dilip ka naam bataya. Thodi der mein usko permission mil gayi. Lift mein jate hue usne mirror mein apne aap ko ek baar phir dekha – bun tight tha, lipstick soft pink, blouse ka neck deep lekin formal.
4th floor par utarte hi Dilip mil gaya. Usne apni wife ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Aankhon mein clear appreciation thi.
**Dilip** (muskurate hue, thoda low voice mein):
“Wah… aaj toh bilkul alag lag rahi ho. Yeh blouse… trousers… bahut smart lag raha hai tum par. Come.”
Dono uske desk ki taraf chal diye. Raste mein kuch colleagues ne Dilip ki wife ko dekha. Kai logon ki nazar uske figure par tikii. Dilip ko bura nahi laga, balki thoda proud feel hua.
Dilip ke desk par dono baith gaye. Normal baatein hui.
**Dilip**:
“Tension mat lo. Boss acche mood mein hain aaj. Bas normal baat karna. Jo poochhein, soft mein jawab dena.”
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Ji… main samajh gayi hoon. Aap tension mat lo.”
Dilip ne phone uthaya aur Sharma ko call kiya.
**Dilip**:
“Sir, Neha aa gayi hain. Aapki cabin mein bheju?”
Phone se Sharma ki awaaz aayi:
“Haan Dilip, bhej do. Main free hoon.”
Dilip ne Rahul-Neha ko dekh kar kaha:
“Chalo, main aapko cabin tak chhod deta hoon.”
Dono Sharma ki cabin ki taraf gaye. Dilip ne door knock karke khola.
**Dilip**:
“Sir, Neha ji aa gayi hain.”
Sharma ne chair se nazar uthayi.
Aur phir uski nazar Rahul-Neha par atak gayi.
Black blouse ka deep neck, uske 38D breasts ka soft curve, grey trousers jo hips aur thighs ko perfectly shape de rahe the, sleek bun, soft makeup… Sharma ke liye woh ek second ke liye time ruk gaya. Uske lower body mein turant reaction hua. Pants ke andar uska lund dheere-dheere hard hone laga. Usne jaldi se table ke neeche apne aap ko adjust kiya aur smile kiya.
**Mr. Sharma** (thoda heavy voice mein):
“Aaiye Neha ji… baithiye. Dilip, tum apne kaam par jaao. Main Neha ji se baat kar leta hoon.”
Dilip nikal gaya. Cabin ka door band hua. Ab room mein sirf do log the.
Rahul-Neha ne chair par baithte hue apni posture perfect rakhi – back straight, legs cross, hands bag par. Sharma usko baar-baar dekh raha tha. Uske dimaag mein chal raha tha:
*“Yeh aurat…
pehle party mein dekhi thi, ab itni close… kitni sexy hai. Yeh blouse… thoda sa jhukegi toh cleavage clear dikhega. Awaaz bhi itni soft hai.”*
**Mr. Sharma**:
“Neha ji, aapko pata hai na kyun bulaya hai? HR department mein part-time opening hai. Week mein do din – Tuesday aur Friday. 11 se 4. Salary 50,000. Kaam simple hoga – coordination, employee files, thoda admin work. Main personally aapka guidance karunga.”
**Rahul-Neha** (soft, polite awaaz mein):
“Ji sir, Dilip ne mujhe bata diya tha. Main samajh gayi hoon. Main try karungi.”
Sharma thoda aage jhuka. Uske lund ab poora hard tha, lekin table ki wajah se nahi dikh raha tha.
**Mr. Sharma**:
“Aapka background toh ghar ka hai… lekin aap presentable hain, soft-spoken hain. Office environment mein aap easily adjust ho jaayengi. Main poochhna chahta hoon… kya aap kar sako gi? Regular aa sako gi? Pressure handle kar sako gi?”
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Rahul-Neha ne thoda sa jhuk kar file ki taraf dekha jo table par thi. Blouse ka neck thoda aur open hua. Sharma ki nazar turant wahan chali gayi.
**Rahul-Neha** (thoda sharmaate hue, lekin clear awaaz mein):
“Sir… main zaroor try karungi. Ghar ka kaam bhi hai, lekin week mein do din nikaal sakti hoon. Aap guide karenge toh main seekh jaaungi. Main mehnat karungi.”
Sharma ne gehri saans li. Uske dimaag mein ab sirf uski body chal rahi thi.
**Mr. Sharma**:
“Bahut accha. Main sochta hoon aapko rakh lete hain. Kal se formalities start kar dete hain. Aaj thoda office ghumwati hoon… taaki aapko feel ho jaaye.”
Rahul-Neha ne soft smile diya.
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Thank you sir. Main aapki mehnat ko waste nahi karungi.”
Cabin mein ab bhi sirf dono the. AC ki halki thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Rahul (Neha ki body mein) chair par seedhi baithi thi, legs cross, haath bag ke upar. Sharma uske saamne table ke across tha. Uske chehre par professional smile thi, lekin aankhon mein kuch aur chal raha tha.
**Mr. Sharma** (pen ghumaate hue):
“Neha ji, thoda aapke baare mein jaanna chahta hoon. Office ke alawa… aapki koi hobby hai? Free time mein kya karna pasand karti hain?”
Rahul-Neha ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Usne saaf dekh liya tha – Sharma ki nazar baar-baar uske blouse ke neckline, uske breasts ke curve, aur jab bhi woh thoda shift hoti, uske hips ki taraf chali jaati thi. Woh samajh gayi thi ki yeh aadmi uske body ko scan kar raha hai. Phir bhi usne chehre par koi dar ya discomfort nahi aane diya. Awaaz bilkul soft aur controlled rakhi.
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Sir… mujhe cooking bahut pasand hai. Naye-naye recipes try karti rehti hoon. Uske alawa thoda sa reading… spiritual books, kabhi-kabhi novels. Aur ghar ke plants ka khayal rakhna… woh bhi ek tarah se hobby hi hai.
Sharma ne sir hilaya, lekin uski nazar uske honthon se hote hue dheere-dheere uske gale, phir collarbone, aur phir blouse ke deep neck ki taraf chali gayi. Woh openly nahi dekh raha tha, lekin jo bhi dekh raha tha, usme bhook thi.rahul neha usko apni file dikha ne aage badhi to uske boobs itne bahar aage
Sharma usko dekh ne me hi tha tabhi rahul haath hile to sharma apne khayal se vapas aaya bola
*Mr. Sharma**:
“Cooking… bahut acchi baat hai. Dilip bada lucky hai. Aapko kaisa khana banana sabse zyada pasand hai?”
**Rahul-Neha** (thoda muskurate hue):
“North Indian… especially thoda spicy. Butter chicken, dal makhani, aur home-style roti. Sweet mein main kheer aur gulab jamun pasand karti hoon.”
Jab woh “spicy” bol rahi thi, Sharma ne apne hothon ko halka sa chaata. Uske dimaag mein bilkul alag image ban rahi thi. Usne thoda aage jhuk kar sawal kiya, jisse uski nazar seedha Rahul-Neha ke cleavage ki taraf ho gayi.
**Mr. Sharma**:
“Aapko office ka environment kaisa lagega? Yahan kabhi-kabhi late bhi rehna pad sakta hai… meetings, thoda pressure. Aap handle kar paayengi?”
Rahul-Neha ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekha. Usne jaan-bujh kar apni aankhon mein thoda sa soft innocence rakha, lekin andar se woh uski har nazar ko padh rahi thi.
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Sir, main try zaroor karungi. Ghar ka kaam bhi hai, lekin week mein do din ho toh main manage kar loongi. Aap guide karenge toh main jaldi seekh jaaungi. Main mehnat se nahi darhti.”
Sharma ki nazar ab uske haathon par gayi, phir uske wrists, aur phir wapas uske upper body par. Woh dheere-dheere uske pure badan ko raspaan kar raha tha – jaise kisi cheez ko dekh kar andaza laga raha ho ki woh haath mein kaise hogi. Uske pants mein tension badh rahi thi, lekin woh table ki wajah se control mein tha.
**Mr. Sharma** (thodi soft awaaz mein):
“Aap bahut positive ho Neha ji. Mujhe lagta hai aap is role ke liye perfect ho. Ek baat aur… aapko koi problem toh nahi hogi agar kabhi mujhe aapse directly kaam ke baare mein baat karni pade? Main thoda strict ho jaata hoon kabhi-kabhi.”
Rahul-Neha ne halka sa sir jhukaya. Usne dikhaya nahi ki woh uski nazar se pareshan hai. Balki usne apni awaaz mein thoda aur softness laa diya.
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Koi problem nahi sir. Aap jo bhi kaheinge, main sunungi. Main seekhne aayi hoon. Aap jo sahi samjhein, wahi main karungi.”
Sharma ne gehri saans li. Uske chehre par ek alag si muskaan aa gayi – professional kam, personal zyada. Usne file band ki aur bola:
Mr. Sharma
“Bahut accha. Main sochta hoon kal se aapki joining ki process start kar dete hain. Aaj aap thoda office dekh lo… taaki aapko feel ho jaaye.”
Rahul-Neha ne soft smile ke saath haan kaha.
Andar se uske mann mein chal raha tha:
*“Yeh mujhe nanga dekhna chahta hai. Iske aankhon mein saaf hai. Land bhi tight hoga iske. Lekin main dar nahi dikhaungi. Baba ka power hai… ab isko dheere-dheere control mein laungi. Aaj sirf dekhne do… kal se khel shuru hoga.”*
Sharma ne uthe hue usko door tak chhodne ke liye aage badha. Jab Rahul-Neha ne mud kar walk ki,
toh Sharma ki nazar seedha uske hips aur trousers ke tight fit par chali gayi. Usne apne lower lips ko halka sa kaata aur socha:
Do din… har week… yeh body mere saamne hogi.
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Subah ke 9:45 baje the. Dilip office jaane ke liye nikal chuka tha. Neha (Rahul ki body mein) apne room mein thi. Rahul (Neha ki body mein) bedroom ke mirror ke saamne khadi thi.
Usne aaj ke liye specially ek outfit choose kiya tha.
Black formal blouse – deep but decent neck, sleeves elbow tak, material thoda stretchable jo uske 38D breasts ko shape mein rakhe. Neeche dark grey high-waist formal trousers jo uski patli kamar aur wide hips ko clearly define kar rahe the. Baal sleek bun mein bandhe the, thoda makeup – light kajal, soft pink lipstick, aur neck mein ek thin gold chain. Heels medium height ke.
Mirror mein dekhte hue usne apni body ko scan kiya.
**Rahul-Neha ka Mann:**
“Yeh body… meri maa ki body… aaj isko main office le ja rahi hoon. Sharma ke saamne. Wohi Sharma jo party mein mujhe aise dekh raha tha jaise kapde utaarna chahta ho. Us din uski nazar meri chest aur hips par itni der tikki thi ki main sharma gayi thi… lekin ab main sharmaane wali nahi hoon.
Aaj main sexy dikhna chahti hoon… lekin classy. Itna ki uska dhyaan baar-baar meri taraf jaaye, lekin itna bhi nahi ki woh openly kuch bol sake. Deep neck… thoda cleavage dikhega jab main jhukungi. Trousers tight hain… peeche se gand ka shape clear hai. Chalte waqt hips naturally move karenge.
Baba ka power hai mere paas. Mantra hai. Agar Sharma zyada aage badha toh main usko control kar sakti hoon. Thoughts daal sakti hoon. Uske dimaag mein seed bo sakti hoon. Yeh job sirf 50,000 ki nahi hai… yeh ek naya khel ka darwaza hai. Sharma ko jaal mein phasane ka, information nikalne ka, aur shayad baad mein usko bhi use karne ka.
Dilip ab mere control mein hai. Kal raat power se uske dimaag mein positive thoughts daal diye. Ab woh meri har baat support karega. Rekha bhi meri taraf hai. Raj ko seduce karne ka plan chal raha hai. Kamini Dilip ke peeche padi hai. Aur ab Sharma…
Yeh zindagi… jab main mard tha tab itni complicated nahi thi. Ab is ladies body mein aa kar lagta hai jaise main ek bade khel ki queen ban gayi hoon. Har mard meri taraf attract ho raha hai – Dilip, Sharma, aur shayad baad mein aur bhi.
Aaj office mein main soft bolungi, thoda sharmaungi, thoda confidence dikhaungi. Sharma ko lage ki main innocent hoon… lekin andar se main usko padh rahi houngi. Agar usne meri taraf galat nazar se dekha, toh main uske dimaag mein aur deep utar jaungi.
Chalo… ab nikalna chahiye. 11 baje tak office pahunchna hai.”
Usne ek baar phir mirror mein apne aap ko dekha. Blouse thoda adjust kiya taaki cleavage controlled lekin visible rahe. Trousers ki zip check ki. Heels pehne. Purse uthaya.
Nikalte waqt usne neeche hall mein dekha – Neha (Rahul body) usko dekh rahi thi. Dono ki nazar mil gayi. Ek second ke liye dono ke beech ek ajeeb sa silent understanding guzra – ek body se doosri body ko dekhne ka.
Rahul-Neha ne halka sa smile kiya aur ghar se nikal gayi.
Auto pakadte hue uske mann mein phir se awaaz aayi:
“Aaj se ek naya chapter shuru ho raha hai. Sharma… main aa rahi hoon. Is baar main sirf dekhne wali nahi… khelne wali hoon.”
Office ki building door se dikhai di. Rahul-Neha ne gehri saans li, apne heels mein thoda aur confidence se walk ki, aur gate ki taraf badh gayi.
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**Office Building – Pehli Mulakat**
Rahul (Neha ki body mein) office building ke neeche utri. Black formal blouse aur grey trousers mein uska figure sharp lag raha tha. Heels ki halki awaaz floor par pad rahi thi. Usne phone nikaala aur Dilip ko call kiya.
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Ji… main neeche aa gayi hoon. Gate par hoon.”
**Dilip** (phone par):
“Haan, aa jao upar. Main reception par bata deta hoon. Lift se 4th floor par aa jaana.”
Rahul-Neha andar gayi. Security ne ID maangi, usne Dilip ka naam bataya. Thodi der mein usko permission mil gayi. Lift mein jate hue usne mirror mein apne aap ko ek baar phir dekha – bun tight tha, lipstick soft pink, blouse ka neck deep lekin formal.
4th floor par utarte hi Dilip mil gaya. Usne apni wife ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Aankhon mein clear appreciation thi.
**Dilip** (muskurate hue, thoda low voice mein):
“Wah… aaj toh bilkul alag lag rahi ho. Yeh blouse… trousers… bahut smart lag raha hai tum par. Come.”
Dono uske desk ki taraf chal diye. Raste mein kuch colleagues ne Dilip ki wife ko dekha. Kai logon ki nazar uske figure par tikii. Dilip ko bura nahi laga, balki thoda proud feel hua.
Dilip ke desk par dono baith gaye. Normal baatein hui.
**Dilip**:
“Tension mat lo. Boss acche mood mein hain aaj. Bas normal baat karna. Jo poochhein, soft mein jawab dena.”
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Ji… main samajh gayi hoon. Aap tension mat lo.”
Dilip ne phone uthaya aur Sharma ko call kiya.
**Dilip**:
“Sir, Neha aa gayi hain. Aapki cabin mein bheju?”
Phone se Sharma ki awaaz aayi:
“Haan Dilip, bhej do. Main free hoon.”
Dilip ne Rahul-Neha ko dekh kar kaha:
“Chalo, main aapko cabin tak chhod deta hoon.”
Dono Sharma ki cabin ki taraf gaye. Dilip ne door knock karke khola.
**Dilip**:
“Sir, Neha ji aa gayi hain.”
Sharma ne chair se nazar uthayi.
Aur phir uski nazar Rahul-Neha par atak gayi.
Black blouse ka deep neck, uske 38D breasts ka soft curve, grey trousers jo hips aur thighs ko perfectly shape de rahe the, sleek bun, soft makeup… Sharma ke liye woh ek second ke liye time ruk gaya. Uske lower body mein turant reaction hua. Pants ke andar uska lund dheere-dheere hard hone laga. Usne jaldi se table ke neeche apne aap ko adjust kiya aur smile kiya.
**Mr. Sharma** (thoda heavy voice mein):
“Aaiye Neha ji… baithiye. Dilip, tum apne kaam par jaao. Main Neha ji se baat kar leta hoon.”
Dilip nikal gaya. Cabin ka door band hua. Ab room mein sirf do log the.
Rahul-Neha ne chair par baithte hue apni posture perfect rakhi – back straight, legs cross, hands bag par. Sharma usko baar-baar dekh raha tha. Uske dimaag mein chal raha tha:
*“Yeh aurat…
pehle party mein dekhi thi, ab itni close… kitni sexy hai. Yeh blouse… thoda sa jhukegi toh cleavage clear dikhega. Awaaz bhi itni soft hai.”*
**Mr. Sharma**:
“Neha ji, aapko pata hai na kyun bulaya hai? HR department mein part-time opening hai. Week mein do din – Tuesday aur Friday. 11 se 4. Salary 50,000. Kaam simple hoga – coordination, employee files, thoda admin work. Main personally aapka guidance karunga.”
**Rahul-Neha** (soft, polite awaaz mein):
“Ji sir, Dilip ne mujhe bata diya tha. Main samajh gayi hoon. Main try karungi.”
Sharma thoda aage jhuka. Uske lund ab poora hard tha, lekin table ki wajah se nahi dikh raha tha.
**Mr. Sharma**:
“Aapka background toh ghar ka hai… lekin aap presentable hain, soft-spoken hain. Office environment mein aap easily adjust ho jaayengi. Main poochhna chahta hoon… kya aap kar sako gi? Regular aa sako gi? Pressure handle kar sako gi?”
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Rahul-Neha ne thoda sa jhuk kar file ki taraf dekha jo table par thi. Blouse ka neck thoda aur open hua. Sharma ki nazar turant wahan chali gayi.
**Rahul-Neha** (thoda sharmaate hue, lekin clear awaaz mein):
“Sir… main zaroor try karungi. Ghar ka kaam bhi hai, lekin week mein do din nikaal sakti hoon. Aap guide karenge toh main seekh jaaungi. Main mehnat karungi.”
Sharma ne gehri saans li. Uske dimaag mein ab sirf uski body chal rahi thi.
**Mr. Sharma**:
“Bahut accha. Main sochta hoon aapko rakh lete hain. Kal se formalities start kar dete hain. Aaj thoda office ghumwati hoon… taaki aapko feel ho jaaye.”
Rahul-Neha ne soft smile diya.
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Thank you sir. Main aapki mehnat ko waste nahi karungi.”
Cabin mein ab bhi sirf dono the. AC ki halki thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Rahul (Neha ki body mein) chair par seedhi baithi thi, legs cross, haath bag ke upar. Sharma uske saamne table ke across tha. Uske chehre par professional smile thi, lekin aankhon mein kuch aur chal raha tha.
**Mr. Sharma** (pen ghumaate hue):
“Neha ji, thoda aapke baare mein jaanna chahta hoon. Office ke alawa… aapki koi hobby hai? Free time mein kya karna pasand karti hain?”
Rahul-Neha ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Usne saaf dekh liya tha – Sharma ki nazar baar-baar uske blouse ke neckline, uske breasts ke curve, aur jab bhi woh thoda shift hoti, uske hips ki taraf chali jaati thi. Woh samajh gayi thi ki yeh aadmi uske body ko scan kar raha hai. Phir bhi usne chehre par koi dar ya discomfort nahi aane diya. Awaaz bilkul soft aur controlled rakhi.
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Sir… mujhe cooking bahut pasand hai. Naye-naye recipes try karti rehti hoon. Uske alawa thoda sa reading… spiritual books, kabhi-kabhi novels. Aur ghar ke plants ka khayal rakhna… woh bhi ek tarah se hobby hi hai.
Sharma ne sir hilaya, lekin uski nazar uske honthon se hote hue dheere-dheere uske gale, phir collarbone, aur phir blouse ke deep neck ki taraf chali gayi. Woh openly nahi dekh raha tha, lekin jo bhi dekh raha tha, usme bhook thi.rahul neha usko apni file dikha ne aage badhi to uske boobs itne bahar aage
Sharma usko dekh ne me hi tha tabhi rahul haath hile to sharma apne khayal se vapas aaya bola
*Mr. Sharma**:
“Cooking… bahut acchi baat hai. Dilip bada lucky hai. Aapko kaisa khana banana sabse zyada pasand hai?”
**Rahul-Neha** (thoda muskurate hue):
“North Indian… especially thoda spicy. Butter chicken, dal makhani, aur home-style roti. Sweet mein main kheer aur gulab jamun pasand karti hoon.”
Jab woh “spicy” bol rahi thi, Sharma ne apne hothon ko halka sa chaata. Uske dimaag mein bilkul alag image ban rahi thi. Usne thoda aage jhuk kar sawal kiya, jisse uski nazar seedha Rahul-Neha ke cleavage ki taraf ho gayi.
**Mr. Sharma**:
“Aapko office ka environment kaisa lagega? Yahan kabhi-kabhi late bhi rehna pad sakta hai… meetings, thoda pressure. Aap handle kar paayengi?”
Rahul-Neha ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekha. Usne jaan-bujh kar apni aankhon mein thoda sa soft innocence rakha, lekin andar se woh uski har nazar ko padh rahi thi.
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Sir, main try zaroor karungi. Ghar ka kaam bhi hai, lekin week mein do din ho toh main manage kar loongi. Aap guide karenge toh main jaldi seekh jaaungi. Main mehnat se nahi darhti.”
Sharma ki nazar ab uske haathon par gayi, phir uske wrists, aur phir wapas uske upper body par. Woh dheere-dheere uske pure badan ko raspaan kar raha tha – jaise kisi cheez ko dekh kar andaza laga raha ho ki woh haath mein kaise hogi. Uske pants mein tension badh rahi thi, lekin woh table ki wajah se control mein tha.
**Mr. Sharma** (thodi soft awaaz mein):
“Aap bahut positive ho Neha ji. Mujhe lagta hai aap is role ke liye perfect ho. Ek baat aur… aapko koi problem toh nahi hogi agar kabhi mujhe aapse directly kaam ke baare mein baat karni pade? Main thoda strict ho jaata hoon kabhi-kabhi.”
Rahul-Neha ne halka sa sir jhukaya. Usne dikhaya nahi ki woh uski nazar se pareshan hai. Balki usne apni awaaz mein thoda aur softness laa diya.
**Rahul-Neha**:
“Koi problem nahi sir. Aap jo bhi kaheinge, main sunungi. Main seekhne aayi hoon. Aap jo sahi samjhein, wahi main karungi.”
Sharma ne gehri saans li. Uske chehre par ek alag si muskaan aa gayi – professional kam, personal zyada. Usne file band ki aur bola:
Mr. Sharma
“Bahut accha. Main sochta hoon kal se aapki joining ki process start kar dete hain. Aaj aap thoda office dekh lo… taaki aapko feel ho jaaye.”
Rahul-Neha ne soft smile ke saath haan kaha.
Andar se uske mann mein chal raha tha:
*“Yeh mujhe nanga dekhna chahta hai. Iske aankhon mein saaf hai. Land bhi tight hoga iske. Lekin main dar nahi dikhaungi. Baba ka power hai… ab isko dheere-dheere control mein laungi. Aaj sirf dekhne do… kal se khel shuru hoga.”*
Sharma ne uthe hue usko door tak chhodne ke liye aage badha. Jab Rahul-Neha ne mud kar walk ki,
toh Sharma ki nazar seedha uske hips aur trousers ke tight fit par chali gayi. Usne apne lower lips ko halka sa kaata aur socha:
Do din… har week… yeh body mere saamne hogi.
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