Adultery Saima ki kahani

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Delhi ki shaam, Shaheen Bagh ke galiyon mein dhundhla sa andhera chaaya hua tha. November ki thandi hawa mein bhi ek ajeeb si garmi thi – jaise koi raaz chhupa hua ho, jo kabhi bhi phoot padne wala ho. Isi gali ke ek chhote se ghar mein rehti thi Saima. Umra sirf 27 saal, lekin uski zindagi mein itna kuchh chhupa hua tha ki koi bhi dekh kar sochta, “Yeh toh bilkul seedhi-saadi ghar ki bahu hai.” Par asal mein… woh seedhi nahi thi. Kabhi nahi thi.

Saima ka chehra gol, bilkul doodhiya saaf, aankhein badi-badi kaali, jo kabhi-kabhi itni gehri ho jaati thi ki dekhne wala khud ko bhool jaata. Uske honth patle lekin laal, jaise hamesha kiss ke liye taiyaar. Lambi kaali silky baal, jo woh kabhi choti mein baandhti, kabhi khule chhod deti. Figure? Wah, uska figure toh khud ek jaadu tha. Height 5’5”, waist 28 inch, hips 38 inch – ek perfect hourglass. Uski choochiyaan 36D, bhari-bhari, tight aur ubhari hui. Woh hamesha push-up bra pehenti thi – woh bhi extra padded wali, taaki har saans ke saath woh aur bhi ubhar aayein. Tight salwar-kameez mein uski gaand itni ubhari dikhti ki log sadak par bhi mud-mud kar dekhte. Kabhi-kabhi woh modern kurtis pehen leti, jinke deep neck se cleavage itna saaf dikhta ki logon ke muh se laar tapakti. Aur yeh sab jaan-bujh kar. Rehan ko yeh baat pata thi. Woh khud kehta tha, “Baby, tu jab bahar jaati hai toh sabko dikha deti hai ki yeh maal sirf mera hai… par sabko paagal kar deti hai.” Saima hassti thi aur uske kaan mein whisper karti, “Tumhe pata hai na… main sirf tumhare liye hi jalti hoon.”

Rehan Saudi mein job karta tha – ek construction company mein senior engineer. Do saal mein ek baar aata tha, sirf ek mahine ke liye. Unke ek beta tha – 2 saal ka chhota Rehan junior, jise ghar waley “Bablu” kehte the. Saima apne sasural mein rehti thi – Shaheen Bagh ke usi ghar mein, jahaan uske sasur-sasuma aur devrani sab rehte the. Parde wali family thi. Burqa, dupatta, izzat ka naam. Sasuma ko yeh bhi nahi pata tha ki unki bahu pehle Rehan ki girlfriend thi… 5 saal ki puri chudai wali girlfriend. College ke time se shuru hui thi unki love story. Rehan ne Saima ko pehli baar Jamia ke campus mein dekha tha. Us din Saima tight jeans aur top mein thi. Rehan uske peeche pagal ho gaya tha. Phir 5 saal tak hotel rooms, cars, chhate ghar – jahaan bhi mauka mila, dono ne ek dusre ko chod-chod kar paagal kiya tha. Saima ko chudai bahut pasand thi. Rehan ka lund 7 inch lamba aur mota tha. Woh Saima ko ghante-ghante chodta, uski choochiyon ko muh mein le kar chusta, gaand pe thappad marta aur woh chillati, “Aur zor se… aur zor se Rehan… faad do mujhe!”

Shadi ke baad sab badal gaya. Rehan Saudi chala gaya. Saima ghar ki bahu ban gayi. Beta paida hua. Din bhar ghar ke kaam, beta ki dekh-bhaal, sasuma ke saath namaz, burqa pehen kar bazaar jaana. Par andar se aag jal rahi thi. Rehan jab aata tha toh sirf 30 din… aur usmein bhi family ke saamne sirf “bhaiya-bhabhi” wala natak. Raat ko jab sab so jaate, tab dono secret meetings karte. Lekin ek mahine ke baad Rehan wapas Saudi. Saima akeli. Uske shareer ko bhookh lagi rehti thi.

Ek din Rehan ne phone pe kaha, “Saima, main ek surprise laya hoon… lekin yeh sirf hum dono ka raaz hoga. Kisi ko nahi pata chalna chahiye.” Saima ka dil dhadka. Rehan ne Batla House mein ek 2 BHK flat kharid liya tha. Sirf 8 minute ki doori Shaheen Bagh se. Flat bilkul normal dikhta tha bahar se – purana building, second floor, koi bada signboard nahi. Andar modern furniture, double bed, AC, kitchen, aur ek chhota sa balcony jahaan se Jamia Millia ki masjid dikhti thi. Rehan ne cash mein kharida tha, family ko kuchh nahi bataya. Property papers bhi sirf uske aur Saima ke naam pe. “Yahaan hum dono freely mil sakte hain jab main aunga,” usne kaha. “Beta ko le aana, koi shak nahi hoga. Sasuma ko bol dena masjid ke paas kisi relative ke yahaan ja rahi ho.”

Saima ne pehli baar flat dekha toh uske muh se nikal gaya, “Rehan… yeh toh paradise hai.” Dono ne us din flat ko apna banaya. Rehan ne Saima ko bed par litaya, uska burqa utara, push-up bra ke upar se choochiyon ko dabaya aur bola, “Yeh flat sirf humari chudai ke liye hai baby. Jab main aunga, yahaan tu meri randi banegi.” Saima ne uska lund muh mein liya, aankhein band karke choosa aur socha, “Haan… sirf tumhari.” Us raat dono ne flat mein 4 baar chudai ki. Saima ki cheekhein balcony tak pahunch rahi thi. Rehan ne uski gaand pe laal laal nishaan bana diye the.

Flat lock kiya, dono ghar laut aaye. Family ko kuchh nahi pata. Sasuma ne poocha, “Kahaan thi itni der?” Saima ne muskurate hue kaha, “Masjid ke paas ek purani dost se milne gayi thi ammi.” Rehan agle din Saudi wapas chala gaya. Flat ka duplicate key Saima ke paas tha. Usne apne purse mein chhupa liya.

Lekin yeh flat sirf unke liye nahi tha… yeh unki zindagi ka sabse bada raaz banne wala tha. Ek aisa raaz jo unhe kabhi nahi pata tha ki kis taraf le jaayega. Kyunki Saima ab akeli thi. Beta 2 saal ka, sasural wale strict, Rehan 2 saal baad aayega. Aur uske shareer mein woh purani aag abhi bhi jal rahi thi. Flat khali pada tha… bed taiyaar tha… aur Saima ke dimag mein ek naya khayal aane laga tha.

Gym jaane ka.

 

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Rehan ke jaane ke baad shaam ka andhera Shaheen Bagh ke ghar mein ghusta hi tha ki Saima ka dil ekdam se khali ho gaya. Beta Bablu so chuka tha, sasuma aur sasur TV dekh rahe the, devrani apne room mein. Ghar bilkul sannata. Saima apne bedroom mein bed par leti thi, burqa utaar kar sirf ek simple nighty mein. Uski 36D choochiyaan push-up bra ke bina bhi ubhari hui thi, nighty ka deep neck se cleavage saaf dikhta tha. Usne aankhein band ki aur socha, “Ab kya karun main? Rehan Saudi chala gaya… do saal baad aayega. Yeh flat Batla House wala khali pada hai, key mere purse mein… lekin akeli kya karungi wahan? Sirf sochti rahungi toh pagal ho jaungi.”

Uske shareer mein woh purani aag phir se sulag rahi thi. Rehan ke saath last month mein flat par jo 4 din ki non-stop chudai hui thi, uski yaadein abhi bhi uski chut mein garmi paida kar rahi thi. Uski gaand abhi bhi thodi laal thi un thappdon se. Par ab… sirf yaadein. Beta 2 saal ka, sasural wale strict, bahar jaana bhi mushkil. Usne phone uthaya, gym apps khole, aur ek ladies gym dekha – Shaheen Bagh se sirf 10 minute door, Jamia ke paas hi. Naam tha “FitZone Ladies Gym”. Reviews mein likha tha – modern machines, personal trainers, privacy full.

Saima ne socha, “Haan… yeh theek rahega. Figure maintain karungi, time bhi guzar jaayega. Sasuma ko bol dungi ladies club ja rahi hoon ya masjid ke paas yoga class. Flat bhi paas hai, kabhi chahun toh gym ke baad wahan jaa kar relax kar sakti hoon.” Usne decision le liya. Agle din subah 10 baje usne beta ko sasuma ke paas chhod diya, burqa pehna, aur gym pahunch gayi.

Gym ka andar bilkul alag duniya thi. AC ki thandi hawa, music baja hua, aur auratein tight gym suits mein workout kar rahi thi. Saima ne reception par naam likhwaya aur membership le liya. Change room mein usne burqa utara aur apna gym outfit pehna – black tight leggings jo uski 38 inch hips aur moti gaand ko perfectly shape de rahi thi. Upar sports bra, lekin woh apni favorite push-up wali hi pehni thi (extra padded, jo uski choochiyon ko aur bhi bada aur ubhara dikha rahi thi). Bra ke upar thin crop top, jiska neck thoda deep tha. Uske lambe kaale baal ponytail mein baandhe the, chehra bilkul fresh makeup – light lipstick aur kohl ki aankhein. Jab woh mirror mein dekhi toh khud hi sochne lagi, “Rehan yahan hota toh abhi mujhe yahin chod deta.”

Trainer section mein pahunchi toh uski nazar ek bande par padi. Naam Khalid. Age 34, unmarried, 6 feet lamba, body ekdam tight aur hard – gym trainer hone ke saath bodybuilder type. Chest broad, arms pe veins ubhari hui, abs ki line crop top ke neeche se dikhti thi. Chehra handsome – sharp jawline, dark eyes, thodi si daadi, aur ek dominating smile jo ladkiyon ko turant attract kar deta tha. Personality bhi bahut achhi – polite, funny, lekin jab workout karata tha toh strict aur commanding. Girls usko “Sir” kehti thi aur woh unhe personally train karta tha.

Khalid ne Saima ko pehli baar dekha. Uski aankhein uske push-up bra se ubhari choochiyon par ek second ruk gayi, phir uski tight gaand par, lekin usne turant professional smile kiya aur bola, “Assalamualaikum ma’am. New member? Main Khalid hoon, head trainer. Aapka figure already bahut achha hai… lekin hum ise aur tone kar denge. Kya routine chahiye – weight loss, toning ya strength?”

Saima ne sharma kar aankh jhukai, lekin andar se uske shareer ne ek current feel kiya. “Walaikum assalam… toning chahiye sir. Main ghar ki bahu hoon, time kam hai, lekin roz aaungi.” Khalid ne usko warm-up karaya. Jab woh squats karwa raha tha toh usne haath se uski kamar pakdi – firm grip, dominating style mein. “Back straight ma’am… aur neeche. Haan, aise.” Uske haath ki garmi Saima ke leggings ke upar se bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Phir lunges mein usne uske thighs touch kiye, “Legs wider… good girl.” Saima ka chehra laal ho gaya, lekin woh hasi aur boli, “Sir aap bahut strict ho.”

Khalid hasa, “Strict nahi ma’am, professional. Aap jaise beautiful clients ko main personally handle karta hoon taaki result jaldi aaye.” Usne Saima ko full 45 minute session diya – treadmill, weights, yoga poses. Har exercise mein touch, guidance, aur kabhi-kabhi uski aankhein Saima ki cleavage par ruk jaati. Lekin woh kuchh zyada nahi bola. Sirf ek baar end mein bola, “Aapka husband lucky hai… itni fit aur hot wife.”

Saima ne muskurate hue kaha, “Woh Saudi mein hai sir… bahut busy.” Khalid ne sirf nod kiya, lekin uske dimag mein kuchh nahi aaya. Usne socha, “Yeh bhi ek normal married lady hai, ghar ki bahu, beta bhi hai shayad. Bas workout karwani hai. Life change? Hah, main toh yahin gym chala raha hoon, ladkiyon se flirt karta hoon bas maza ke liye.”

Saima bhi ghar laut te waqt soch rahi thi, “Kya badhiya trainer hai… body bhi solid, personality achhi. Rehan jaisa dominating feel deta hai. Bas gym karungi, figure tight rahega. Flat par kabhi time mila toh akeli jaa kar sochungi. Zindagi mein kya change hoga? Kuchh nahi… bas time pass.”

Koi nahi jaanta tha – na Khalid, na Saima – ki yeh pehli mulakat sirf shuruaat thi. Flat Batla House mein abhi bhi khali pada tha, key Saima ke purse mein. Rehan ko kuchh pata nahi. Sasural wale ko toh bilkul nahi. Par yeh gym sessions dheere dheere aise banne wale the jo un dono ki life ko hamesha ke liye badal denge. Ek secret, ek betrayal, ek cuckold wala tufaan… jo abhi sirf door se aa raha tha.

Khalid ne us din session khatam karte hue bola, “Kal same time ma’am. Aur haan… agar koi personal doubt ho toh mujhe WhatsApp kar lena. Number reception se le lijiye.” Saima ne smile kiya aur andar se socha, “Haan… shayad karungi.”

 

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Ghar laut kar aane ke baad Saima ka dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha tha. Sasuma ne beta Bablu ko sulaya hua tha, sasur sahib apne room mein the, aur ghar mein woh purana sannata chhaya hua tha. Saima seedhe apne bedroom mein chali gayi. Darwaza dheere se band kiya, light dim kar di, aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi.

Usne burqa aur gym suit utaar diya. Ab woh sirf ek silky black nighty mein thi – woh wahi short, body-hugging nighty jo Rehan ko bahut pasand thi. Nighty itni thin aur silky thi ki uske 36D choochiyon ke ubhaar bilkul saaf dikhte the, nipples halke se poke kar rahe the. Neck bahut deep tha, cleavage mein gehra khadda sa dikhta tha. Neeche tak nighty sirf thighs tak aati thi, aur jab woh chalti thi toh uski moti, gol gaand nighty ke andar se hilti hui saaf mehsoos hoti thi. Baal khule hue the, lambe kaale, jo uski peeth tak latak rahe the. Woh bed par let gayi, pillow ko gale se lagaya, aur aankhein band kar li.

“Rehan…” usne dheere se whisper kiya aur phone utha kar video call lagayi. Rehan Saudi mein apne room mein tha. Call connect hui toh Rehan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Kya baat hai meri jaan? Aaj itni jaldi call kiya?”

Saima ne nighty ke strap ko thoda neeche kiya taaki cleavage aur zyada dikhe aur seductive awaaz mein boli, “Aaj gym join kar liya… bahut maza aaya. Trainer ne bahut achhe se workout karwaya.” Rehan hans pada, “Achha? Kaunsa trainer? Tera figure toh pehle se hi perfect hai, ab aur kya karwayegi?”

Saima ne sharma kar kaha, “Khalid naam hai… 34 saal ka, bahut strict aur dominating type hai. Body solid hai, jaise bodybuilder. Aaj usne mujhe squats aur lunges karwaye… haath se pakad kar guide karta tha.” Rehan ka lund phone par hi khada ho gaya. Woh excited ho kar bola, “Achha? Aur bata… usne kahan-kahan touch kiya mera maal?” Saima hasi, “Kamar pe… thighs pe… lekin professional tha. Tumhe jal rahi hai kya?”

Rehan ne garmi bhari awaaz mein kaha, “Jalta hoon… lekin sochta hoon ki tu wahan kitni hot lag rahi hogi tight leggings aur push-up bra mein. Jab main aunga toh usi flat mein tujhe ghante bhar chodunga.” Dono ne thodi der dirty talk kiya. Saima ne nighty upar karke apni chut ko ungli se ragda aur moan kiya, Rehan ne apna lund bahar nikaal kar hilaya. Call khatam hone ke baad Saima akeli reh gayi.

Ab room mein sirf woh thi. Black silky nighty uske shareer par bilkul chipak rahi thi. Uski saansein tez ho rahi thi. Woh sochne lagi…

“Aaj Khalid… uski aankhein meri choochiyon par kitni der ruk gayi thi. Jab woh squats karwa raha tha, uska tight body mere saamne tha… veins wali arms, broad chest. Jab usne meri kamar pakdi thi, uski ungliyan itni strong thi. Rehan bhi dominating hai, lekin Khalid mein kuchh alag tha… jaise woh control karna chahta ho. Main uske saamne ‘good girl’ ban gayi thi. Uski awaaz mein ek aisi command thi ki meri chut mein garmi aa gayi thi. Par… main kya soch rahi hoon? Main toh shadi-shuda hoon, beta hai mera. Sirf gym hai… figure maintain karna hai. Flat toh sirf Rehan ke saath use karna hai. Khalid sirf trainer hai… bas.”

Lekin uske haath apne aap nighty ke andar chale gaye. Usne apni choochiyon ko dabaya, push-up bra ki yaad aayi aur socha, “Kal gym mein phir push-up bra pehenungi… taaki woh dekhe. Rehan ko toh yeh pasand hai na ki main logon ko dikhaun. Par Khalid ko dikhana… kyun maza aa raha hai?” Uski ungliyan neeche chut par gayi. Woh dheere-dheere ragadne lagi aur sochti rahi, “Khalid ka hard body… uska dominating look… agar woh mujhe flat par le jaaye toh… nahi nahi… yeh kya soch rahi hoon main? Main Rehan ki hoon.”

Phir bhi uski soch ruk nahi rahi thi. Flat ka khayal aaya – Batla House wala khali flat, double bed, privacy. “Agar kabhi… sirf ek baar… kisi ko pata nahi chalega.” Usne apni chut mein ungli daal di aur moan kiya, “Ahhh… Khalid…”

### Dusri taraf – Khalid ka room

Khalid apne chhote se flat mein gym ke baad shower le chuka tha. Woh sirf ek black vest aur shorts mein tha. Uski tight hard body abhi bhi paseene se chamak rahi thi – 6 feet ka kad, solid chest, six-pack abs, aur arms pe ubhari veins. Woh bed par let gaya, phone mein Saima ka WhatsApp number save kiya jo reception se liya tha, aur sochne laga.

“Woh Saima… kya maal hai yaar. 27 saal ki married lady, lekin figure aisa ki koi bhi pagal ho jaaye. 36D choochiyaan push-up bra mein itni ubhari hui thi ki mera lund khada hone laga tha. Tight leggings mein woh gaand… gol, moti, jab squats kar rahi thi toh hilti hui. Chehra itna innocent, lekin aankhon mein kuchh aag thi. ‘Sir aap bahut strict ho’ – uski yeh line sun kar maza aa gaya. Main toh soch raha tha ki yeh normal ghar ki bahu hogi, beta bhi hoga shayad. Par jab main uski kamar pakadta tha, uska shareer thoda sa react kar raha tha. Saansein tez ho rahi thi.”

Khalid ne apna lund shorts ke upar se dabaya. Woh sochta raha, “Main unmarried hoon, gym chala raha hoon, ladkiyon se flirt karta hoon lekin kabhi serious nahi kiya. Par yeh Saima… iski life change ho sakti hai kya? Nahi yaar, yeh married hai. Husband Saudi mein hai, yeh akeli hogi. Agar main thoda dominate karun, command doon… toh shayad yeh pat jaaye. Par main khud ko rok lunga. Sirf workout… bas maza le lunga dekh kar. Kal woh phir aayegi… push-up bra mein. Main usko aur close se train karunga. Thighs pe haath rakhunga, kamar pakadunga… dekhunga kitni garam hai woh.”

Khalid ne aankhein band ki aur socha, “Agar kabhi mauka mila aur woh khud aa gayi… toh main ise chod kar rakh dunga. Uske mooh mein lund dunga, uski moti gaand pe thappad marunga, aur usko chillane tak chodunga. Par abhi nahi… abhi sirf sochta rahunga. Life change? Meri bhi nahi, uski bhi nahi. Bas gym ka routine hai.”

Lekin dono ke dimag mein ek chhota sa aag ka chingari daal diya gaya tha. Saima apne black nighty mein leti hui apni chut mein ungliyan chalati rahi aur Khalid ka naam whisper karti rahi. Khalid apne room mein let kar Saima ki ubhari choochiyon aur gaand ki yaad mein apna lund hilane laga.

 

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Ghar ki subah ka routine shuru hua tha, lekin Saima ke mann mein kal raat ki soch abhi bhi ghum rahi thi. Uski black silky nighty abhi bhi uske shareer par chipki hui thi jab woh uthi. 27 saal ki yeh aurat, jiska figure kisi ko bhi paagal kar de – 36D choochiyaan, 28 inch kamar, 38 inch hips – bed se uthkar pehle bathroom gayi. Fresh hokar woh neeche aayi, burqa nahi pehna tha abhi, sirf ek simple salwar-kameez jo thoda tight tha taaki uski gaand aur choochiyaan thodi si ubhar kar dikhein. Push-up bra andar se pehni hui thi, jaise har roz pehenti thi, taaki cleavage thodi si dikhe aur woh khud ko confident feel kare.

Subah ki namaz padhi, Allah se maafi maangi apni raat ki sochon ke liye, phir ghar ki safai shuru. Beta Bablu ko uthaya, doodh pilaya, khelaya, uske chhote-chhote haathon ko pakad kar hasaya. Sasuma ko chai banayi, sasur sahib ko newspaper diya, devrani ke saath kitchen ka kaam kiya. Sab kuchh perfect bahu wala – muskurahat chehre par, lekin andar se ek tufaan. “Khalid… uski woh dominating grip… kal gym mein phir jaungi,” sochti rahi woh chupke se, jab koi nahi dekh raha tha.

Sab kaam khatam karne ke baad, dopahar ke qareeb doorbell baji. Saima darwaza kholne gayi aur uska chehra khil utha. Bahar khadi thi uski cousin behen – Afreen. Umra 35 saal, lekin dikhti thi 28 ki. Tight figure – 34C choochiyaan, patli kamar, aur gaand thodi si ubhari hui jo har kadam par hilti thi. Aaj woh thoda revealing type pehni hui thi – ek fitted kurti jiska neck deep tha, dupatta sirf kandhe par latka hua, neeche tight leggings jo uski thighs ko perfectly shape de rahi thi. Chehra gol, aankhein sharp, honth laal lipstick se bhare, aur baal open mein ek modern style mein. Afreen bhi parde wali family se thi, lekin apne ghar mein thodi bold thi. Uska husband bhi Saudi mein hi job karta tha, kai saal se wahan tha, sirf do saal mein ek baar aata tha.

“Didi!” Saima ne khushi se chillaya aur dono behnon ne ek dusre ko gale lagaya. Afreen ke tight figure se Saima ko apna hi shareer yaad aa gaya. “Arre kitni din baad aayi! Andar aa na.” Dono living room mein baith gayi. Sasuma ne chai bheji, beta ko Afreen ne godi mein liya aur pyar kiya. Normal baatein shuru hui – ghar ki, beta ki, sasural ki. Lekin dheere-dheere baat personal hone lagi.

Afreen ne muskurate hue Saima ki taraf dekha aur tease karte hue boli, “Toh behna… Rehan toh Saudi chala gaya na? Kitne din ho gaye? Das din? Pandra? Itne din bina mard ke kaise rehti hai tu? Main toh sochti hoon, teri umar hi kya hai… 27 saal… shareer toh abhi jawan hai, aur tu yahan akeli…” Uski aankhein Saima ki choochiyon par gayi jo salwar-kameez ke neeche bhi ubhari hui thi.

Saima ka chehra thoda laal ho gaya. Woh hasi, lekin awaaz mein thodi si takleef thi. “Badi mushkil hai Afreen… tu khud bhi toh janti hai. Tere sohar toh kai saal se wahan hain, phir bhi tu itni khush dikhti hai har baar. Kaise manage karti hai? Main toh raaton ko so nahi paati… Rehan ki yaad aati hai, uska touch… uska… sab.”

Afreen ne cup mein chai ka ghunt liya, dupatta thoda sa side kiya taaki uski cleavage thodi si dikhe, aur ek mysterious smile diya. “Har kisi ki need hoti hai behna… tu bhi apni need puri karti hai na? Main bhi karti hoon.” Yeh baat usne direct nahi kahi thi. Ishare mein, aankhon se, muskurahat se. Jaise koi raaz chhupa hua ho jo sirf samajhne wale samajh sake.

Saima samajh gayi. Uski aankhein phail gayi. Dil mein ek current daud gaya. “Baji… aapka kya scene hai? Aapki family toh achhi khasi khandaan hai… sab parde wale, izzat ka naam. Phir bhi… yeh need… kaise puri karti ho? Koi… koi aur tareeka hai kya?”

Afreen ne thoda sa paas khisak kar baith gayi. Uski awaaz ab aur dheemi, lekin suspense bhari thi. “Main kar leti hoon… yeh jo need hai na, isliye aaram se kar leti hoon. Koi tension nahi. Duniya ko pata nahi chalta. Ghar, beta, sasural – sab theek. Par jab mann kare… tab apna time nikaal leti hoon.” Usne Saima ki taraf dekha, jaise test kar rahi ho ki kitni curious hai yeh.

Saima ka dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga. Uski soch mein kal raat ki Khalid wali yaad, Batla House wala flat, Rehan ki baat – sab mix ho gaya. Woh bahut zyada intrigued ho gayi thi. Uski ungliyan apne dupatte se khel rahi thi, chehra garam. “Baji… please batao na. Main pagal ho rahi hoon yahan akeli. Rehan do saal baad aayega. Main kya karun? Aap itna confident kaise ho? Kya… kya aapne kisi ko…?”

Afreen ne ek lambi saans li. Room mein sannata tha. Beta so raha tha, ghar ke baaki log apne kaam mein. Afreen ne dheere se kaha, “Dekh Saima… main tujhe bata rahi hoon kyunki tu meri behen hai. Par yeh raaz hai. Mera building hai na, wahan third floor par ek ladka rehta hai. Naam hai Sameer. Umra sirf 24 saal. Bihar se yahan padhne aaya hai, akela rehta hai. Student type, lekin body solid, smart, aur bahut… satisfying. Jab mera mann karta hai, main uske flat par chali jaati hoon. Sirf do ghante, teen ghante. Woh meri saari need puri kar deta hai. Chodta hai jaise koi professional… zor-zor se, control mein rakhta hai. Main chillati hoon, par koi nahi sunta. Phir ghar laut aati hoon, jaise kuchh hua hi nahi. Family ko shak tak nahi.”

Saima ka muh khula reh gaya. Shock. Pure shock. Uski aankhein phaili hui thi, saansein tez. “Kya?! 24 saal ka ladka? Aur tu… tu uske saath…? Baji… yeh… yeh sach hai? Teri family… izzat… aur tu itna risk leti hai?” Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, lekin andar se ek ajeeb si excitement bhi thi. Flat ka khayal aaya – uska apna secret flat Batla House mein. Khalid ka hard body, uski dominating grip. “Agar main bhi… nahi nahi… par Afreen toh kar rahi hai… aur khush hai.”

Afreen ne uska haath pakda, squeeze kiya. “Shock mat ho behna. Zindagi ek baar milti hai. Need puri karne ka tareeka dhundh lena padta hai. Warna pagal ho jaayegi. Tu bhi soch le. Tera bhi husband Saudi mein hai. Tera bhi shareer jal raha hoga. Aur main dekh rahi hoon… tu bhi push-up bra pehen kar bahar jaati hai, logon ko dikhaati hai. Bas ek chance chahiye.”

Saima chup ho gayi. Uski soch mein tufaan uth raha tha. Khalid… gym… flat… aur ab Afreen ka yeh raaz. Suspense itna badh gaya tha ki uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Kya woh bhi aisa kuchh kar sakti hai? Kya Khalid usko patayega? Kya woh flat ko use karegi? Rehan ko kabhi pata chalega? Ya yeh sirf ek aur secret ban jaayega jo uski life ko hamesha ke liye badal dega?

Afreen ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Soch mat bahut. Kal gym ja rahi hai na? Wahan bhi koi trainer hoga… dekh lena.” Phir woh hasi aur topic badal diya, jaise kuchh hua hi nahi.

Lekin Saima ke mann mein ab ek naya darwaza khul chuka tha. Flat ka key purse mein tha. Gym ka time paas tha. Aur betrayal ka silsila… ab bilkul qareeb aa chuka tha.

 

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Afreen ki zindagi ka raaz dheere-dheere khulne laga, jaise koi purana, gehra zakhm jo kabhi bhar nahi paata. Living room mein dono behnein baith thi – Saima apne simple tight salwar-kameez mein, push-up bra se ubhari choochiyaan halke se saans ke saath hil rahi thi, aur Afreen apni fitted kurti aur tight leggings mein, jiska deep neck uski 34C choochiyon ko thoda sa reveal kar raha tha. Dupatta sirf naam ka tha, kandhe par latka hua. Beta so raha tha, ghar ke baaki log apne kaamon mein busy the. Room mein sirf un dono ki saansein aur Afreen ki dheemi, raaz bhari awaaz thi.

Afreen ne chai ka cup side rakh diya. Uski aankhein Saima par tik gayi – ek aisi nazar jo bol rahi thi, “Tu abhi bahut innocent hai behna, lekin yeh duniya aurat ko majboor karti hai.” Usne ek lambi saans li aur shuru kiya, awaaz itni dheemi ki sirf Saima sun sake.

“Pehle toh sun le… yeh sab itna aasaan nahi tha jaise main ab bol rahi hoon. Jab meri shadi hui thi, main bhi tere jaise hi thi – 22 saal ki, Rehan jaisa hi mard mila tha. Uska naam Faisal. Bahut pyar karta tha shuru-shuru mein. Phir Saudi chala gaya job ke liye. Pehle saal toh theek tha… video calls, dirty talks, jab aata tha toh raaton bhar mujhe chodta rehta. Par doosre saal se… sab badal gaya. Woh wahan busy, main yahan akeli. Beta paida hua, sasural wale strict, parde ki family. Raat ko shareer jalne lagta. Choot mein aag, choochiyaan dabane ko mann karta, par koi nahi. Main raat bhar leti rehti, ungliyan andar daal kar khud ko satisfy karti, lekin woh sukoon nahi deta tha.”

Saima ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Woh apni ungliyan apne dupatte mein lapet rahi thi, aankhein phaili hui. “Phir… phir kya hua Baji?”

Afreen muskurayi, lekin uski muskurahat mein dard tha. “Ek din building mein naye tenant aaye. Third floor par. Sameer. 24 saal ka ladka, Bihar se engineering padhne aaya. Akela rehta tha. Patla sa, lekin gym karta tha – solid body, fair chehra, sharp features. Pehle toh sirf lift mein hello-hi. Phir ek din paani ki tanki leak ho gayi, main upar gayi complain karne. Woh darwaza khola… sirf shorts mein. Uski body dekhi toh mera shareer react kar gaya. Usne mujhe andar bulaya, problem solve ki. Baat baat mein hum dono ki akelapan ki baat nikal aayi. Usne kaha, ‘Bhabhi, aap itni young aur beautiful ho, akeli kaise rehti ho?’ Main hasi, lekin andar se kuchh toota.”

Usne pause liya. Saima ka gala sukha ja raha tha. Afreen ne aage kaha, “Phir dheere-dheere WhatsApp shuru hua. Sirf normal baatein. Par ek raat… main pagal ho rahi thi. Faisal ka call aaya tha, usne sirf 5 minute baat ki aur so gaya. Main ro padi. Sameer ko message kiya. Usne turant reply kiya – ‘Aa jao Bhabhi, baat karte hain.’ Main sasural se nikal kar seedha uske flat par chali gayi. Burqa pehen kar, raat ke 11 baje. Darwaza khula… aur woh mujhe andar kheench liya.”

Saima ke muh se nikal gaya, “Baji… phir?”

Afreen ki aankhein ab thodi si chamak rahi thi, jaise yaad kar rahi ho. “Pehli baar sirf baat hui. Usne mujhe gale lagaya, rone diya. Phir uske haath meri peeth par phirne lage. Main rok nahi payi. Usne mujhe kiss kiya – gehra, bhookha kiss. Meri choochiyaan dabayi, main moan karne lagi. Us raat usne mujhe bed par litaya, meri salwar utari, aur apna muh meri chut par rakh diya. Ghante bhar chata… main pehli baar itna zor se jhadi thi. Phir usne mujhe chodna shuru kiya. 24 saal ka jawan lund… mota, lamba, energy full. Woh dominating nahi tha pehle, lekin mujhe control mein rakh kar chodta tha. Main chillati rahi – ‘Aur zor se… faad do mujhe Sameer…’ Usne meri gaand pe thappad maare, choochiyaan chusi, aur teen baar mujhe choda us raat. Subah 4 baje main ghar laut aayi, burqa theek kiya, jaise kuchh hua hi nahi.”

Saima ab poori tarah shock mein thi. Uski saansein tez ho rahi thi. Uske dimag mein apna Batla House wala flat ghum raha tha, Khalid ki hard body, uski dominating grip. “Lekin… risk? Agar kisi ne dekh liya? Family… izzat?”

Afreen ne uska haath pakda, tightly squeeze kiya. “Risk toh hai behna… har baar. Par main smart hoon. Kabhi raat ko jaati hoon jab sab so rahe hote hain. Kabhi dopahar mein, beta ko school bhej kar. Sameer akela rehta hai, koi aata-jaata nahi. Woh bhi samajhta hai – sirf physical, koi emotional attachment nahi. Jab mann karta hai, main message karti hoon. Woh taiyaar rehta hai. Kabhi uske flat par, kabhi main usko hotel le jaati hoon (jo main khud book karti hoon cash mein). Meri need puri ho jaati hai – zor ki chudai, oral, gaand bhi kabhi-kabhi. Phir main normal bahu ban jaati hoon. Sasuma ko shak tak nahi. Faisal jab aata hai, main usko bhi khush rakhti hoon. Dono taraf balance.”

Afreen ne thoda sa paas aakar Saima ke kaan mein whisper kiya, suspense bhari awaaz mein, “Yeh raaz sirf tu jaanti hai ab. Main 3 saal se kar rahi hoon. Kabhi guilt hota hai, kabhi nahi. Par zindagi jeeni padti hai. Tu bhi soch… tera bhi husband Saudi mein. Tera bhi shareer jawan hai. Push-up bra pehen kar bahar jaati hai… log dekhte hain. Gym join kiya hai na? Wahan trainer hai? Dekh lena… agar mauka mile toh mat chhodna. Par smart rehna. Koi proof mat chhodna. Flat hai kya tera koi secret?”

Saima ka dil ekdum se dhadka. Usne jhooth bol diya, “Nahi Baji… koi flat nahi.” Lekin uske mann mein Batla House wala flat, uska double bed, aur Khalid ka chehra ghum raha tha. Afreen ki kahani ne uske andar ki aag ko aur hawa de di thi. Woh soch rahi thi – “Agar Afreen 35 saal ki umar mein yeh sab kar sakti hai, toh main 27 ki kyun nahi? Par… Rehan? Cuckold? Nahi… abhi sirf soch rahi hoon.”

Afreen ne uske chehre ko padha aur muskurayi, “Samajh gayi na? Har aurat ke andar ek raaz hota hai. Bas usko sambhalna aana chahiye. Ab tu bata… kal gym mein kya hua? Woh trainer… Khalid? Uski body kaisi hai?”

Saima ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh kuchh bolne wali thi ki beta uth gaya aur rone laga. Afreen hasi aur uth gayi, “Baad mein bataungi aur details. Par yaad rakh… yeh raaz tere paas hai. Agar tu bhi karna chahe, main help karungi.”

Dono behnein uthi. Afreen chali gayi, lekin uski kahani Saima ke dimag mein ghumti rahi – Sameer ke flat ki chudai, raat ke 11 baje burqa mein nikalna, zor ki chudai, aur phir normal ghar wali ban jaana.

Shaam hone wali thi. Gym ka time paas tha. Saima ne apni black push-up bra nikali, tight gym leggings taiyar kiye. Uski soch ab Afreen ke raaz se infected thi.

 

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Afreen ki awaaz ab aur bhi dheemi ho gayi thi, jaise woh koi purana, gehra raaz khol rahi ho jo kabhi kisi ke saamne nahi aaya. Living room mein sannata tha. Beta Bablu so raha tha, sasuma kitchen mein busy thi. Saima bilkul sath baithi thi, uski saansein ruk si gayi thi. Afreen ne apni fitted kurti ka dupatta thoda sa side kiya, apni 34C choochiyaan thodi si ubhar aayi, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak ke saath boli,

“Bas yeh hi nahi behna… yeh sab se zyada risky aur mazedaar part hai. Sameer mere saath scooty par ghumta hai – raat ke andhere mein, Shaheen Bagh se door, Okhla ya Jasola ki taraf. Main burqa mein baithti hoon peeche, uske kamar pakad kar. Woh tez chalta hai, meri choochiyaan uski peeth se ragadti rehti hain. Kai baar main uspe kharch bhi karti hoon – uske kapde, uska phone bill, gym membership, sab. Woh student hai, paisa kam hai, main deti hoon. Kabhi-kabhi uske bacchon ke saath bhi khelta hai… haan, mere dono bachchon ke saath. Woh unko ‘bhaiya’ bolta hai, ghar par aata hai padhane. Sasuma ko lagta hai woh sirf tuition master hai. Main unko room mein bhej deti hoon, aur khud kitchen se usko chai dekar uske haath ko chhuti hoon chupke se. Koi nahi jaanta.”

Saima ke muh se awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi. Afreen ne aur gehraai mein jaate hue kaha,

“Main uske saath kapde lene bhi jaati hoon – uske hisaab ke kapde, uski pasand ke. Tight T-shirts jo uski body ko highlight karein, jeans jo uski gaand par tight ho. Woh mujhe bhi choose karta hai – deep neck kurtis, push-up bras, woh sab. Bolta hai, ‘Bhabhi, aapko aise hi dekhna chahta hoon.’ Aur sabse bada raaz… woh mere bra-panty ka deewana hai. Kai baar gym ke baad ya raat ko main apni gili panty utaar kar uske flat par chhod deti hoon. Woh usko le kar muth maar ta hai… meri khushboo se pagal ho jaata hai. Aur jab mere periods aate hain na… tab toh main ghanto tak uske flat par nangi ho jaati hoon. Upar se bilkul nangi, sirf uske saamne leti hoon. Woh mera khoon saaf karta hai, phir main uska lund chusti hoon – ghanto tak. Uske muh mein mera periods ka taste deta hoon, woh bhi pagal ho kar mujhe chodta hai. Bolta hai, ‘Bhabhi, aapko aise pyar koi nahi kar sakta… na aapka sohar, na koi aur.’”

Afreen ne ek gehri saans li. Uski aankhein Saima par tik gayi, jaise challenge kar rahi ho. “Yeh sab 3 saal se chal raha hai. Risk hai… bahut bada risk. Bachche, sasural, Faisal ka phone… par main manage karti hoon. Sameer mujhe woh pyar deta hai jo mera sohar kabhi nahi de saka. Jab Faisal aata hai toh main usko bhi khush rakhti hoon, lekin andar se main jaanti hoon – asli maza toh Sameer ke saath hai.”

Phir Afreen uth gayi. Usne Saima ke maathe par kiss kiya, beta ko godi se utha kar pyar kiya aur muskurate hue boli, “Ab main chali. Soch mat bahut. Zindagi short hai behna. Gym ja rahi hai na aaj? Dekh lena… trainer ko thoda sa smile de dena. Agar mann kare toh mujhe call kar lena.” Darwaza band hua. Afreen chali gayi.

Saima akeli reh gayi. Room mein sannata. Uski soch ek tufaan ban gayi thi. Woh bed par baith gayi, apne tight salwar-kameez ke neeche se apni choochiyon ko dabate hue. Dimag mein Afreen ki saari baatein ghum rahi thi – scooty par raat ki sawari, ghar par tuition ke bahane chhup-chhup kar touch, gili panty chhodna, periods mein nangi ho kar lund chusna… Sab kuchh itna daring, itna dangerous, itna thrilling. Saima ke shareer mein current daud gaya. Uski chut geeli ho gayi thi sirf soch kar.

“Main… main kya kar rahi hoon? Rehan ne flat diya hai Batla House mein… sirf hum dono ke liye. Par ab woh Saudi mein hai. Do saal baad aayega. Afreen 35 saal ki hai, phir bhi yeh sab kar rahi hai. Main 27 ki hoon… shareer jal raha hai. Khalid… uski hard body, uski dominating grip… agar main bhi… nahi nahi. Par flat khali pada hai. Key mere purse mein. Agar ek baar… sirf ek baar…”

Uski ungliyan apne thighs par phir rahi thi. Dil mein ek naya darwaza khul raha tha – betrayal ka, secret adultery ka, cuckold wale future ka. Rehan ko kabhi pata nahi chalega? Ya yeh raaz bhi Afreen jaisa ban jaayega?

Tabhi clock ne 4:30 bajaye. Gym ka time. Saima uthi. Usne darwaza band kiya aur ready hone lagi.

Pehle shower liya – garam paani se uski silky skin chamak uthi. Phir usne apni favorite black push-up bra pehni – extra padded, jo uski 36D choochiyon ko aur bhi ubhar kar rakhti thi, cleavage itni gehri ki koi bhi pagal ho jaaye. Upar thin black sports crop top, jo sirf bra ke upar tak aati thi. Neeche tight black leggings – woh wale jo uski 38 inch gaand ko perfectly shape dete the, har kadam par hilte hue. Baal ponytail mein tight baandhe, light makeup – kohl ki aankhein, laal lipstick. Mirror mein dekha toh khud hi sochne lagi, “Aaj Khalid dekh kar pagal ho jaayega.”

Purse mein gym bag, towel, aur… Batla House wale flat ki key. Sasuma ko bol diya, “Ammi, ladies gym ja rahi hoon, shaam ko laut aungi.” Beta ko kiss kiya aur bahar nikal gayi.

Raste mein uske kadam tez the, lekin dimag mein tufaan. Afreen ka raaz ab uske khoon mein ghus chuka tha. Gym pahunchte hi reception par Khalid khada tha – 6 feet ka solid body, tight vest mein ubhari veins, dominating smile.

“Ma’am… aaj aur bhi hot lag rahi ho,” usne muskurate hue kaha, aankhein Saima ki cleavage par ruk gayi.

Saima ne sharma kar aankh jhukai, lekin andar se ek naya confidence tha. “Thank you sir… aaj full workout chahiye.”

Session shuru hua. Khalid uske paas khada tha, haath uski kamar par, thighs par guide kar raha tha. Har touch ab pehle se zyada gehra, zyada der tak. Saima ki saansein tez ho rahi thi.

 

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Gym ke changing room mein Saima apne tight black leggings aur push-up bra ke upar crop top pehen chuki thi. Uski 36D choochiyaan extra padded bra ki wajah se aur bhi ubhari hui thi, cleavage itni gehri aur tempting ki mirror mein dekh kar khud hi garam ho rahi thi. Ponytail tight, lipstick fresh. Phone haath mein tha. Afreen ki last baat abhi bhi uske dimag mein ghum rahi thi – Sameer ke saath scooty, gili panty, periods mein nangi ho kar lund chusna… sab.

Saima ne WhatsApp khola aur Afreen ko message kiya:

**Saima:** Baji… gym pahunch gayi hoon. Aapki baatein abhi bhi dimag mein ghum rahi hain. Sach mein itna sab karti ho?

Reply turant aaya. Afreen ne sirf ek smiley bheja aur phir ek photo attach kiya.

Photo khulte hi Saima ka dil ek second ke liye ruk gaya.

Ek bilkul wild, khatarnak photo thi. Afreen bilkul nangi thi – 35 saal ki aurat, lekin body itni tight aur jawan ki kisi ko bhi shock ho jaaye. Woh bed par ghutno ke bal baithi hui thi, peeth seedhi, gaand upar ki taraf. Uske lambe baal ek taraf kiye hue. Uske saamne Sameer khada tha, uska lund Afreen ke muh mein pura ghusa hua. Afreen ki aankhein upar ki taraf, muh poora bhara hua, thodi si laar uske honthon se tapak rahi thi. Sameer ka haath Afreen ke baal pakde hue tha, jaise usko control kar raha ho. Background mein Sameer ka simple flat dikhta tha – wahi third floor wala.

Photo mein Afreen ki choochiyaan latak rahi thi, nipples hard. Uski gaand pe Sameer ke haath ka laal nishaan saaf dikhta tha.

Saima ki saansein tez ho gayi. Uski chut ekdum se geeli hone lagi.

Phir dusri photo aayi – is baar close-up. Afreen Sameer ka lund chus rahi thi, uski zubaan lund ke upar lapet rahi thi, aankhein camera ki taraf dekhte hue. Sameer ka chehra nahi tha, sirf uska tight abs aur mota lund Afreen ke laal honthon mein.

Phir teen short videos.

Pehla video: 12 seconds. Afreen bed par leti hui, taange failaye hue. Sameer uske upar, zor-zor se dhakke maar raha tha. Afreen ki cheekhein zor se – “Haan… aur zor se… faad do mujhe Sameer… ahhh!” Camera hil raha tha, lekin Afreen ki choochiyaan zor-zor se hil rahi thi, uski gaand bed se upar uth rahi thi.

Doosra video: Afreen ghutno ke bal, Sameer peeche se usko chod raha tha. Afreen ka muh pillow mein daba hua, lekin phir bhi uski awaaz aa rahi thi, “Meri gaand maar lo… poori le lo…” Sameer ka haath uske baal pakde hue, dusra haath uski kamar par.

Teesra video: Sirf 8 seconds ka. Afreen Sameer ke lund ko dono haathon se pakde hue, usko muh mein le kar zor-zor se chus rahi thi. Uski aankhein camera mein, jaise bol rahi ho – “Dekh lo Saima… yeh hai asli maza.”

Saima ka phone haath mein kaanp raha tha. Uski chut ab poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Leggings ke andar se garmi feel ho rahi thi. Woh soch rahi thi, “Baji… itna daring… itna wild… aur kisi ko pata bhi nahi. Main yahan gym mein… Khalid aa raha hai…”

Usne jaldi se videos band kiye, gallery delete nahi ki, bas lock screen kar diya. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Dimag hil chuka tha. Afreen ki yeh photos aur videos dekh kar uske andar ki aurat jag chuki thi – woh aurat jo Rehan ke saath 5 saal tak khul kar chudai karti thi, ab akeli jal rahi thi.

Tabhi gym ka main area mein Khalid aa gaya.

“Ma’am… ready?” uski deep, commanding awaaz aayi.

Saima ne phone purse mein daala aur muskurate hue bahar nikli. Aaj woh aur bhi zyada confident lag rahi thi. Push-up bra ki wajah se uski choochiyaan har saans ke saath ubhar rahi thi. Tight leggings mein uski gaand itni perfect hil rahi thi ki kai ladkiyan bhi dekh rahi thi.

Khalid ne usko dekha. Uski aankhein ek second ke liye Saima ki cleavage par atak gayi, phir uski gaand par. Usne professional smile diya, lekin uski awaaz mein thodi si garmi thi.

“Aaj kal ki tarah nahi… aaj thoda intense workout karenge. Squats, lunges, aur planks. Main personally guide karunga.”

Session shuru hua.

Pehle warm-up. Khalid Saima ke bilkul paas khada tha. Jab woh squats kar rahi thi, usne apna haath uski lower back par rakha – firm, dominating grip. “Back straight… aur neeche jaao ma’am. Haan… aise. Good girl.”

Saima ki saansein tez ho gayi. Afreen ke videos ki yaadein abhi bhi aankhon ke saamne thi. Jab Khalid uske thighs ko touch karke lunges karwa raha tha, uski ungliyan thodi si andar ki taraf slip ho gayi. “Legs wider… feel the burn.”

Saima ke muh se halka sa moan nikal gaya, jo usne turant cough mein chhupa liya. Khalid ne notice kiya. Usne muskurate hue kaha, “Aaj aap thodi garam lag rahi ho ma’am. Sab theek hai na?”

Saima ne aankh jhukate hue kaha, “Haan sir… bas… workout ki wajah se.”

Lekin andar se uska dimag chal raha tha – “Khalid ka yeh grip… Sameer jaisa dominating. Agar main isko Batla House wale flat mein le jaun… kya hoga? Afreen karti hai… main kyun nahi?”

Workout aur intense hota gaya. Khalid ab har exercise mein usko touch kar raha tha – kamar, hips, thighs, kabhi shoulders. Har touch mein ek naya current. Saima ki chut ab leggings ke andar geeli ho chuki thi. Uski nipples hard ho kar bra mein poke kar rahe the.

Session ke end mein Khalid ne paani ka bottle diya aur dheere se bola,

“Ma’am, aap bahut achhi student ho. Agar chahein toh extra personal training bhi kar sakte hain… after hours. Privacy ke saath.”

Saima ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Uski saansein abhi bhi tez thi. Afreen ki wild photos aur videos abhi bhi uske dimag mein ghum rahe the.

Woh muskurayi aur dheere se boli, “Sochti hoon sir… kal bataungi.”

Khalid ne nod kiya, lekin uski aankhon mein ek naya spark tha. Woh samajh gaya tha ki yeh married lady ab sirf workout ke liye nahi aa rahi.

Saima gym se bahar nikli. Raste mein uska dimag poora ulajh chuka tha.

 

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GOOD

UPDATE PLEASE

 

[aslm addict]

Saima ko khalid ke sth hi set krdo bs