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Ghar mein silence itna deep tha jaise koi raaz saans rok ke baitha ho. Raat ke 1:30 baj rahe the. Bahar thodi si hawa chal rahi thi, curtains dheere-dheere hil rahe the. Main bedroom mein Priya so rahi thi… ya kam se kam aisi hi dikhane ki koshish kar rahi thi.

Uske pati Rohan office ke liye kal subah early flight pakadne wale the. Usne already pack kar liya tha aur gehri neend mein tha. Priya ki aankhen band thi, lekin dimag bilkul jaag raha tha. Uske neeche wali bedsheet thodi si geeli si lag rahi thi. Beech-beech mein uske jaanghen tight ho jaati thin.

Aur uske mind mein sirf ek cheez thi — Aryan.

Aryan, uska devar. Rohan ka chhota bhai. 26 saal ka, lambaa, tez jawline, aur aankhen jo bilkul dark aur bhookhi thin. Ghar mein aaya tha 15 din pehle. Pehle to normal tha. Phir dheere-dheere nazar milne lagi. Phir haath “accidental” chhoone lage. Phir raaton ko kitchen mein chupke se baatein.

Aaj raat alag thi.

Priya ne dheere se blanket hataaya. Uske nightdress ka strap ek kandhe se phisal gaya tha. Uske bade, naram **boobs** thode se bahar aa gaye the. Usne apne haath se apne nipples ko chhua — sakht the. Sirf sochne se.

Woh uthi. Paon mein slippers nahi pehne. Corridor se hote hue living room ke taraf gayi. Aryan wahan sofa pe pada tha, laptop open, lekin screen black. Usne sun liya tha uske aane ki aahat.

“Bhabhi…” uski awaaz dheemi thi, thodi si bhaari.

Priya uske saamne khadi ho gayi. Light sirf window se aa rahi thi. Uske chehre pe shadows the.

“Rohan so raha hai,” usne dheere se kaha. “Poori raat.”

Aryan utha. Usne laptop band kiya. Dono ke beech doori kam ho gayi. Priya ki saansein tez ho rahi thin. Aryan ne uske baalon ko chhua, phir uske gale ke neeche, phir uske nightdress ke strap ko dheere se neeche kiya.

“Tu jaanti hai main kya sochta rehta hoon?” usne kaha, awaaz bilkul control mein. “Roz. Tujhe is ghar mein dekh ke. Tere pati ke saath. Aur phir raat ko… jab tu bathroom jaati hai, main sochta hoon ki main andar aa jaun aur tujhe deewar pe daba ke le loon.”

Priya ka muh khula. Uske nipples ab bilkul tight the. Usne Aryan ka haath pakda aur apne **boobs** pe rakh diya.

“Phir kar,” usne kaha. “Aaj.”

Aryan ne uska muh pakda. Pehla kiss naram nahi tha. Woh bhookha tha, almost gusse jaisa. Usne Priya ki jeebh ko choosa, uske neeche wale honth ko kaata. Priya ne awaaz nikaali — dheemi, bechain. Aryan ne uske nightdress ko bilkul neeche kheench diya. Uske pure badan pe sirf kaali lace wali panty thi.

Usne Priya ko sofa pe dhakel diya. Khud uske upar aa gaya. Uske haath uske **boobs** pe the — dabate hue, nipples ko pinch karte hue. Priya ki kamar uth rahi thi.

“Itne naram… itne bade,” Aryan ne kaha, apni jeebh se ek nipple ko ghumate hue. “Rohan tujhe aise chhodta hai kya? Ya sirf jaldi-jaldi karta hai aur so jaata hai?”

Priya ne sir hilaaya. “Woh… utna nahi…”

Aryan ne doosra nipple muh mein le liya. Zor se choosa. Priya ki aankhen band ho gayin. Uske haath Aryan ke baalon mein the. Aryan ne uske panty ko side se hataaya aur do ungliyan seedha uske **choot** mein daal diin.

Geeli. Bahut geeli.

“Bhabhi… itni gili ho rakhi hai,” usne kaha, ungliyan andar-bahar karte hue. “Roz raat yeh soch ke soya karti thi na? Ki tera devar tujhe aise failaye?”

Priya sirf soft awaazein nikaal paayi. Aryan ki ungliyan uske upar wale hisse pe bhi kaam kar rahi thin. Pressure bilkul sahi tha. Uske hips apne aap hilne lage.

Aryan ne apna t-shirt utara. Uske seene pe thodi si baal thi, pet tight. Phir usne apni shorts neeche ki. Uska **land** nikal aaya — mota, kaala, nasen dikh rahi thin, tip pe precum chamak raha tha.

Priya ne dekhte hi muh khola. Aryan ne uska sir pakda aur apna **land** uske honthon pe ragda.

“Chus,” usne seedha kaha.

Priya ne honth khole. Aryan ne dheere se andar dhakela. Uske muh mein poora feel hua. Priya ne jeebh ghumayi, choosa, aankhen upar Aryan pe. Aryan ne uske baalon ko tight pakda aur dheere-dheere dhakke maarne laga. Gale tak. Priya ki aankhon se paani aa gaya, lekin usne rokne ki koshish nahi ki.

“Itna andar… haan… aise hi,” Aryan ne kaha, awaaz ab bhaari thi. “Tu meri bhabhi hai aur main tera muh le raha hoon. Soch.”

Woh thodi der aise hi raha. Phir usne **land** bahar nikala. Priya ke honthon se laar ki lakeer latak rahi thi.

Aryan ne usko sofa pe ulat diya — pet ke bal. Uske panty bilkul faad ke alag kar diye. Usne apna **land** uske geele **choot** pe ragda. Tip se upar tak. Phir bina kuch kahe andar dhakel diya.

Priya ne zor se awaaz nikaali, chehra pillow mein dabaaya. Aryan ne uski kamar pakdi aur poori taaqat se dhakke maare. Sakht. Gehre. Har dhakke pe uski jaanghen hil rahi thin.

“Chup… warna Rohan uth jaayega,” Aryan ne kaha, lekin uski awaaz khud control nahi kar pa rahi thi. “Itni tight… bhabhi tera **choot** mere **land** ko itna pakad raha hai.”

Woh tez hone laga. Sofa ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Priya ke **boobs** neeche se hil rahe the. Aryan ne uske baalon ko pakda aur uska sir peeche kheecha. Usne uske gale pe haath rakha — halka sa dabav. Dark. Apna samajhne wala.

“Tu meri hai aaj se,” usne kaha, har lafz ke saath ek sakht dhakka. “Ghar mein, bistar pe, kitchen mein, bathroom mein. Jab mann karega, main tujhe le lunga. Samjhi?”

Priya sirf “Haan… haan Aryan…” bol paayi. Uske andar dabav ban raha tha. Aryan ne uske upar wale hisse pe ungli rakh di aur saath mein lete hue ragadne laga.

Priya ka maza achanak aaya. Uske pure badan mein jhatke aaye. Usne pillow mein cheekh dabaayi. Uske andar ke maas Aryan ke **land** ko tight pakad rahe the.

Aryan ne usko peeche se utha liya, ab khade-khade. Priya ki ek taang sofa pe thi. Aryan ne usko aur gehrai se liya. Ab uske chehre pe sirf bhook thi. Usne Priya ke **boobs** ko dono haathon se pakda aur tez-tez dhakke maarne laga.

“Main andar nahi nikalunga aaj,” usne kaha. “Pehle tujhe do baar hilaaunga.”

Usne Priya ko wapas sofa pe litaya. Is baar munh se munh. Usne uski dono taangein apne kandhon pe rakh liin. Poori khuli. Phir se andar. Ab har dhakke pe uska upar wala hissa bhi ragad kha raha tha.

Priya ki doosri masti jaldi aa gayi. Usne Aryan ki peeth pe nakhun gada diye. Aryan ne uske munh pe haath rakh diya taaki awaaz na nikle. Uske aankhon mein paani aa gaya tha — maze se.

Aryan ab khud control kho raha tha. Usne Priya ki taangein aur failayi aur aakhri ke kuch dhakke bilkul gehre maare. Phir usne nikal liya, apna **land** Priya ke khule munh ke saamne laaya.

“Nikal… poora,” usne kaha.

Priya ne munh khola. Aryan ne uski jeebh pe, honthon pe, thoda sa chehre pe apna pani nikaala. Moti dhaariyaan. Priya ne jo munh mein aaya usko nigal liya. Baaki uske chin pe latak raha.

Dono saansein bhari hui thin. Aryan ne apne t-shirt se uska chehra dheere se saaf kiya. Phir usko apne se chipka liya.

“Yeh shuruat hai,” usne uske kaan mein kaha. “Kal se main tujhe aur gehrai se le jaunga. Jo tu soch bhi nahi sakti.”

Priya ne aankhen band kiin. Uske badan mein ab bhi jhatke aa rahe the. Usne Aryan ka haath pakda aur apne abhi bhi dhadakte **choot** pe rakh diya.

“Phir le ja,” usne dheere se kaha. “Poori tarah.”

Corridor mein ek halki si awaaz aayi — shayad Rohan ne side badli. Dono ek second ke liye ruk gaye. Phir Aryan ne Priya ko ek aakhri gehra kiss diya — uske apne swaad ab bhi uski jeebh pe the.

“Ab jaake so ja. Kal subah main tujhe kitchen mein dhoondunga.”

Priya ne apna nightdress uthaya, panty faadi hui thi isliye sirf dress pehen ke wapas bedroom chali gayi. Bistar pe lette hue usne apni jaanghen band kiin. Abhi bhi uske andar Aryan ka ehsaas tha. Uske dil ki dhadkan abhi bhi tez thi.

Aur uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —

Yeh sirf ek raat nahi thi.

Yeh aag thi.

Aur ab yeh ghar ke andar se bahar tak failne wali thi.

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