Part 2 - Update 2
Truth or Dare: Maryada Mein Masti
Gaadi Delhi ke heavy traffic mein reng rahi thi. Boriyat badhne lagi thi.
Dimple chillaayi: "Chalo, Truth or Dare! Awaaz neeche rakhna, Papa na sun lein."
Round 1: Dimple ka 'Stretch' (The Ultimate Exposure)
Bottle ghumane ki jagah nahi thi, toh Dimple ne phone par app use kiya. Arrow Dimple par ruka.
Jyoti ne aankhein ghumayi, "Truth ya Dare?"
Dimple ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha: "Dare, obviously! Main darti thodi hoon."
Jyoti ne thoda socha, use laga car mein kya hi kar legi. "Thik hai, tujhe bina seat se uthe, apne dono haathon se car ki roof (chhat) ko touch karna hai, poora stretch karke."
Ye sunne mein normal tha, par Dimple ki aaj ki dress—wo tiny pink crop top aur super short denim skirt—ke hisaab se ye dare bahut risky tha.
Dimple ne masti mein "Challenge accepted" kaha. Usne pehle apne baalon ko jhatka, jisse uski gardan se Vanilla perfume ki ek teez lehar nikli. Phir usne apne dono haath upar uthaye aur dheere-dheere car ki chhat ki taraf stretch karna shuru kiya.
Cabin mein sannata chha gaya, sabki nazrein us par thin.
Jaise-jaise wo upar stretch hui, uska pink crop top gravity ke against upar khinchta chala gaya. Pehle uski patli, paseene se chamakti naabhi (navel) aur kamar poori nangi hui. Phir uska ribcage expose hua.
Lekin wo ruki nahi. Usne roof touch karne ke liye apni chest ko aur bahar nikaala. Is movement se uska top itna upar chadh gaya ki uski neon pink bra ke lace wale cups saaf jhalakne lage. Aur sabse intense pal tab aaya jab ek aakhri stretch mein, uska underboob—stan ke neeche ka gora, naram maans—ek second ke liye poora jhalak gaya.
Upar stretch karne ki wajah se uski body seat par ragad khayi. Is ragad se uski denim short skirt khatarnaak had tak upar sarak gayi. Uski gori, makhmali thighs ka kaafi hissa expose ho gaya—itna upar tak ki jahan skirt khatam ho rahi thi, wahan uski panty line ka halka sa उभार (bulge) aur skin ka sabse naram hissa saaf nazar aane laga.
Vishal corner seat mein dubka hua tha, par ye nazara uske chehre se bas kuch inch door tha. Wo itne paas tha ki Dimple ki nangi kamar se nikalti shareer ki garmi use mehsoos ho rahi thi. Stretch karte waqt Dimple ki nangi elbow galti se Vishal ke seene se ragad kha gayi—ek garam, chikni ragad jisne Vishal ko pagal kar diya.
Vishal ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Uski nazar Dimple ke underboob se fisal kar uski nangi thighs ke beech us panty line par atak gayi.
"Bhenchod, ye toh poori nangi hone ko teyar hai. Kya maal hai yaar," Vishal ke dimaag ne sunn hokar socha. Uska gala sookh gaya.
Shreya ne turant Dimple ka top neeche kheench diya, par usne gussa karne ke bajaye mahol sambhala. "Arre bas kar, neeche baith ja jaldi... Papa ne mirror mein dekh liya toh aafat aa jayegi!"
Dimple wapas normal hokar baith gayi. Usne halke se jeebh nikaali. "Dare complete."
Round 2: Jyoti ki 'Godi' (The Lap Sit & Accidental Touch)
Arrow Jyoti par ruka.
Dimple: "Truth ya Dare?"
Jyoti: "Dare."
Dimple ne shaitani se kaha: "Yaar yahan bohot ghutan ho rahi hai. Dare ye hai ki kam se kam 10 minute ki shanti ke liye aur jagah khuli karne ke liye, tu Shreya Didi ki godi mein baith ja."
Jyoti hakka-bakka reh gayi. "Dimple..."
"Dare hai Didi, karna padega, waise bhi pair sunn ho rahe hain," Dimple ne zid ki.
Jyoti sharma gayi par jagah waqayi kam thi.
Wo uthi aur Shreya ki godi mein adjust hone lagi. Shreya, jo Vishal ke bilkul bagal mein thi, usne thoda adjust kiya.
Space itna tang tha ki Shreya ki godi mein adjust hote waqt Jyoti ka balance bigda. Khud ko sambhalne ke chakkar mein Jyoti ka haath galti se Vishal ke crotch (lund) se touch ho gaya—seedha uske ubhar par. Aur jhukte waqt uska naram gaal Vishal ke gaal se ragad kha gaya.
Current daud gaya teeno mein.
Jyoti ka poora sharir akad gaya. Wo sharam se laal ho gayi. Usne haath turant hataya, par wo sparsh aur wo sakhti usne mehsoos kar li thi. Vishal ki garam saansein uske kaan par lag rahi thin. Wo kuch der statue bani Shreya ki godi mein baithi rahi, nazrein neeche kiye hue, par andar hi andar us touch ki garmi mehsus kar rahi thi.
Mahol mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi, sirf gaadi ki awaaz aur Jyoti ki tez hoti saansein.
Jaise hi Dimple ne kaha "Time up", Jyoti ek dum jhatke se uthi. Uthte waqt uski thighs Vishal ki taangon se ghisadti hui nikli, ek lamba friction dete hue.
Jab wo wapas apni jagah adjust hui aur seat par dham se baithi, toh bagal mein Shreya ko ek accidental jhatka laga.
The Accident (Body Press):
Jyoti ke dhakke se Shreya ka poora bhari sharir (heavy body) seedha Vishal ke upar ja gira.
Vishal corner mein phansa hua tha, peeche hatne ki jagah nahi thi. Shreya ki soft, heavy breasts Vishal ke bazu (arm) aur kandhe par buri tarah press ho gayi. Vishal ko unka poora wazan aur unki softness feel hui—jaise do garam takiye us par aa gire hon.
Neeche, Shreya ki bhaari thigh Vishal ki taangon ke beech (between the legs) phans gayi, seedha uske erect lund par pressure daalte hue.
Shreya ne khud ko sambhalne ki koshish ki, par Jyoti abhi bhi adjust ho rahi thi.
"Aaram se Jyoti!" Shreya fusfusayi, par wo hat nahi paayi—ya shayad wo hatna chahti nahi thi.
Karib 10 second tak, Shreya ka gadraya hua jism Vishal ke sakht sharir mein dhansa raha. Vishal ko Shreya ki garam saansein apni gardan par aur naram chhatiyan apne haath par mehsoos ho rahi thin.
Shreya ne neeche Vishal ki sakhti ko mehsoos kiya—ek lohe jaisa rod jo uski thigh mein chubh raha tha. Uski saans atak gayi.
"Ye itna bada hai?" Shreya ke dimaag mein ye khayal aaya, aur uski choot ne paani chhod diya.
Round 3: Shreya ka 'Dare' (The Whisper)
Ab baari aayi Shreya ki.
Dimple: "Didi, Dare! Tujhe Vishal Bhai ke kaan mein koi 'Secret' batana hai, par aise ki humein sunayi na de. Ekdum close jaake."
Shreya ka dil zor se dhadka.
Wo ghoomi aur Vishal ki taraf jhuki. Vishal ne apna kaan aage kiya. Shreya ke baal Vishal ke chehre par gir rahe the. Jasmine perfume ki khushboo ne Vishal ko gher liya.
Shreya itne paas thi ki uske honth Vishal ke kaan se touch ho rahe the. Uski garam saansein Vishal ke kaan ke andar tak ja rahi thin.
"Ye Dimple pagal hai... par maza aa raha hai na?" Shreya ne bas itna kaha, par uski awaaz mein nasha aur invitation tha.
Lekin wapas mudte waqt, car ek pothole par uchhli.
Shreya ka balance bigda aur uska haath support lene ke liye Vishal ki thigh (inner thigh) par zor se pad gaya—iss baar aur upar, aur gehra. Aur uska chehra galti se Vishal ki gardan (neck) mein ragad kha gaya, uske honth Vishal ki skin par graze kar gaye.
Vishal ne ek gehari saans li. Shreya ne turant haath hataya, par nazrein nahi milayi. Dono ke kaan laal ho chuke the.
Round 4: Vishal ka 'Jawab' (Permission Granted)
Aakhri baari Vishal ki aayi.
Dimple: "Truth! Bhai, ekdum sach bolna... Hum teeno behno mein se aaj sabse zyada Sundar kaun lag raha hai? Please bias mat hona!"
Vishal ne ek pal ke liye socha. Cabin mein sannata tha.
Usne Dimple ki nangi kamar dekhi, Jyoti ka innocent chehra, aur aakhir mein Shreya ki taraf... jiska dupatta thoda gira hua tha, chehra paseene se gulabi ho raha tha, aur jo abhi-abhi usse buri tarah ragad kha chuki thi.
Vishal ne Shreya ki aankhon mein seedha dekha—ekdum deep aur intense look.
"Waise toh sab acche lag rahe hain..." Vishal ne thoda ruk kar, bhaari, husky awaaz mein kaha, "...par Shreya Didi ki baat hi alag hai. Wo aaj sabse zyada Sundar lag rahi hain."
Shreya ka dil jaise ruk sa gaya. Ye sirf 'Sundar' nahi tha, jis tarah se Vishal ne use dekha, wo keh raha tha ki tu mere dimaag mein chhap gayi hai, aur main tujhe chahta hoon.
Neeche andhere mein, Shreya ne apna pair halke se Vishal ke pair se sata diya... ek silent "Thank you" aur ek chupa hua signal ki mujhe bura nahi laga, aage badho.
