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Volume 3 : Chapter 18 – Road Trip with Deenu
Deenu ne mere ch@tad pe ek thappad mara - "Bike pe baitho." Uske haath ki garam chap mere soft flesh pe mehsoos hui, jaise kisi ne electric current chhod di ho. Main ekdam se tharrah gayi, hawa mein mere baal lehrane lage. "Haye rabba... yeh kya kar diya?" Mera chehra garam ho gaya, lekin andar se ek tez lehar si uthi.
Maine apni laal salwar ke pleats sambhale, gehere rang ka kapda mere thighs ke beech se fisalta hua. Hawa mein phoolon ki khushboo thi jo mere baalon se takra kar guzar rahi thi. Bike pe baithte waqt Deenu ki warmth mere p!chhe se mehsoos ho rahi thi - uski baahein mere kamar ko itni tight bandhi hui thi ki har turn pe uska mazboot j!sm mere against press ho raha tha.
"Kitna khush hoon mein aaj..." Mere dil ne dheeme se kaha, "Saari duniya ko dikhana hai ki main Deenu ki biwi hoon." Honton pe woh khaufnaak smile aa gayi, jisse mein chhupana chahti thi, par andar se ek tez lehar si uth rahi thi. Mera pallu hawa mein lehra raha tha, jaise koi parcham ho.
"Speed kam karo, Deenu," maine hichki hui awaaz mein kaha, jab hawaa ka jhonka mere kurte ko udaane laga. Mere neeche wale kapde hawaa mein lehrate hue mehsoos ho rahe the, jaise koi invisible haath unhe kheench raha ho. Usne sirf muskura diya, aur bike ko aur tez daba diya. "Saala, yeh aadmi jaanta hai ki main use rok nahi sakti..." Mere dimaag ne kaha, lekin jism ne uski har command ko follow kiya.
Raste mein ek jagah hum ruke, jahaan peepal ka ek ped chhaon faila raha tha. Deenu ne bike side ki aur mujhe apni taraf kheencha. "Ek minute," usne kaha, aur mere honton ko apni ungliyon se chhua. Uske haath ki garmi mere honthon tak raas gayi, aur phir—ek dheema sa kiss, jismein uski saans mere chehre pe mehsoos ho rahi thi.
"Yeh public hai, Deenu..." Main andar se ghabra gayi, lekin uska haath mere kamar pe fisal gaya, neeche tak... "Koi dekh lega?" Mera dil dhadakne laga.
"Chup," usne mere kaan mein ghunghti awaaz mein kaha, "Nada dheela kar." Uske shabd mere kaanon mein garam chai ki tarah utre.
Maine aankhein band kar li, haath p!che le jaate hue nada ko thoda sa loosen kiya. Kapda mere thighs se halka sa khisak gaya. "Yeh galat hai... par kyun nahi rok paa rahi hoon?" Mera jism uski har command pe react kar raha tha, jaise koi puppet ho.
Usne mujhe wapas bike pe bithaya, par ab mera dress thoda khula hua tha. Hawaa ke jhonke mere kurti ko uda rahe the, andar ka bra dikh raha tha. Main peeche se use chipak gayi, apni innerwear ko chhupane ki koshish karte hue, lekin Deenu ki speed badhti gayi... "Agar kisi ne dekha toh?" Mera dimaag bhaag raha tha, lekin jism ne jawab diya - ek gehri si garmi andar se failti hui.
Petrol pump ki bheed mein hum ruke. Diesel ki tez khushboo aur mitti ki gehari mahaak mil rahi thi. Deenu ne bike side lagayi, aur uski nazrein mere upper body pe atki hui—aise, jaise woh meri har saans ko gin raha ho.
"Tight mat karna nada," usne kaha, uski aawaaz mein woh rough sweetness jo mujhe pighla deti thi. Mere dil ne tez dhadakna shuru kar diya. "Ab kya hoga?" Main apni salwar ko sambhalti hui, jo har kadam pe neeche khisakne ko tayyar thi.
Pump ke worker ne mujhe utarne ko kaha, aur maine apni salwar ke pleats ko sambhalte hue hawa mein kadam rakha. Hawaa ka jhonka mere kurte ko udaane laga, bra ka strap dikh gaya—main jaldi se pallu kheench kar chhupane lagi. "Allah... koi dekh na le," mere honth tharrah rahe the, lekin Deenu ki nazrein mere hips pe atki hui thi, jaise woh mera har awkward movement enjoy kar raha ho.
Usne mere kaan ke paas halka jhuk kar ghunghti awaaz mein kaha, "Ch@ddi utaar kar meri jeb mein daal do... warna isi petrol pump pe teri salwar khulwa dunga." Uske shabd mere kaanon mein garam chai ki tarah utre... ek taraf toh main dar gayi, lekin dusri taraf uski dominance ne andar ek lehar si utha di.
Maine bathroom ki taraf dauda te hue apni salwar sambhali—har kadam pe kapda thoda aur khisak raha tha. "Yeh kya kar rahi hoon main?" Mere dimaag ne poocha, lekin jism ne jawab diya—thighs ke beech se ek garmi failti hui.
Bathroom ke andar, maine latch lagaya aur apni ch@ddi utaari. Cotton ka soft fabric mere haathon mein tharra raha tha... "Kaise ise Deenu ko dengi?" Main andar se ghabra gayi, lekin uski baaton ka weight mere jism pe mehsoos ho raha tha. Ch@ddi ko fold karte hue maine apni bare thighs ko chhua—skin garam thi, hawa ka touch electric sa lag raha tha.
Darwaza kholte hi Deenu khada tha, uski nazrein meri salwar ke pleats pe atki hui. "Do?" Usne haath badhaya, palm up. Main hichki, "Yahan mat... koi dekh lega—"
"Toh phir ghar ja kar degi?" Usne eyebrow uthayi, fingers ne meri wrist ko halka sa daboch liya. "Par phir... saza bhi double."
Maine jaldi se ch@ddi uski jeb mein daal di, uski ungliyon ka brush mere palm se hote hue. "Achha hua white salwar pehni thi... nahi toh pata chal jaata," maine socha, lekin Deenu ne mirror mein meri reflection dekhi aur muskuraya—jaise woh janta ho ki andar kuch bhi nahi hai.
"Chalo," usne kaha, sab ke saamne, aise jaise kuch hua hi nahi. Main bike pe baithi, lekin ab andar kuch bhi nahi tha—sirf khuli hawaa aur Deenu ka order. "Husband ki tarah hukum de raha hai..." Main andar se gusse se bhari hui thi, letein ek agyaakari patni ki tarah chup kar baith gayi.
Bike pe baithte waqt maine apni thighs ko jor se chipkane ki koshish ki, lekin Deenu ne bike ko jhatka diya diya. Hawaa ne meri salwar ke pleats ko udaara, aur maine mehsoos kiya ki petrol pump ke workers ki nazrein mere upar thi. "Deenu... slow..." Main hichki, lekin usne apna haath piche kiya aur mere bare thigh ko daboch liya.
Mera dil dhadakne laga. Uska haath upar slide hua, kurte ke neeche se nada ko loosen kiya. "Nahi—" Main cheekh uthi, lekin usne mera haath pakad kar seat pe press kar diya.
"Rule #1," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Na nahi bolna hai."
Main hairaan reh gayi, lekin kuch keh nahi payi. Usne bike ko tire pressure check karne wale ke paas roka, aur main ghabra gayi—meri salwar ke pleats ab bilkul khul chuke the, hawa ka har jhonka mere bare thighs ko chhu kar guzar raha tha. "Kya woh mechanic dekh paa raha hai?" Mere dimaag ne poocha, lekin jism ne ek alag si garmi mehsoos ki.
Deenu jaan-bujhkar time le raha tha, hawa bharwane wale se baatein kar raha tha. Uska haath casually mere knee pe raha, fingers halke se tap karte hue. "Chalo na, please," maine pyaar se kaha, lekin usne paan ki dukaan pe roka aur paan ka order diya.
Dukaan ke saamne log khade the, unki nazrein mere upar thi—jaise unki aankhein mere kapdon ke paar dekhne ki koshish kar rahi hon. ek uncle ne meri taraf dekha, phir jaldi se nazrein hatayi.
Main apni thighs ko jor se chipkane lagi, lekin Deenu ne apna haath mere kamar pe rakha, mujhe relax karne ka ishara diya. "Tumhari sharm hi toh tumhe sabse khoobsurat banati hai,"
Deenu paan banwa raha tha, aur main andar se jal rahi thi—na sirf sharm se, balki ek alag si excitement se bhi.
Paan banane wale ne meri salwar ki taraf dekha—kya usne notice kar liya ki pleats itne khule hue hain? Main pallu ko tight kheenchne lagi, lekin Deenu ne mera haath pakad liya. "Mat dabao," usne kaha, "Aise hi khula rehne do."
Deenu ki aankhon mein woh spark tha jo sirf hum dono samajh sakte the. "Saala, yeh sab dekh kar bhi itta confident kaise hai?" Mere honth tharrah rahe the, par uski aankhon ne mujhe sambhaal liya.
Deenu ne mujhe bike se utarne ko kaha. Mere kadam tharrah rahe the—salwar ka ek pleat bilkul khul gaya tha, moonlight mein bare skin chamak rahi thi. "Khade rehna," usne kaha, aur main samajh gayi ki woh mera awkward pose enjoy kar raha hai.
Dukan ke worker ki nazrein mere upar atki hui. "bhabhi ji thoda pareshan lag rahi hain," usne Deenu se poocha.
Maine pallu tight kiya, lekin Deenu ne casually kaha, "Haan, gaaon se hain, naye kapde try kar rahi thi."
Worker ne meri salwar ki taraf dekha, aur main andar se jal gayi—kya usne notice kar liya? Usne paan munh mein daala aur bike pe wapas chadhne ka ishara kiya. "Chal Baith..." uska haath mere butts pe halka sa thappad maraa sabke saamne.
Main dheere se peeche baithi, lekin ab mera dil itna tez dhadak raha tha ki lag raha tha saans hi nahi aa rahi. Bike chalte hi hawaa ne meri salwar ko aur bhi udaara... neeche se khuli hawaa ka ehsaas itna clear tha ki main apni thighs ko jor kar chipkaane ki koshish karne lagi.
"Aaram se baith," Deenu ne kaha, uska haath mere thigh pe rakh kar. "Koi dekh bhi raha hai toh kya hua? Tu meri biwi hai." Uske shabd mere kaanon mein garam chai ki tarah utre... ek taraf toh main sharmaa rahi thi, lekin dusri taraf uske possessiveness ne mujhe andar tak garm kar diya.
Raste mein ek speedbreaker aaya... bike ne jhatka diya aur main bewaqoof ki tarah peeche se use chipak gayi. Uska pura j!sm mere p!chhe se press hua... "Oh god..." Mere honth se ek halki si aah nikli. Deenu ne peeche mud kar dekha—uski aankhon mein woh mischief tha jo mujhe pata tha... woh maza le raha tha mere embarrassement ka.
"Thoda control kar, jaanu," usne kaha, lekin khud uski awaaz mein wahi garmi thi jo humesha mujhe pighla deti thi. Main neeche dekhi—meri salwar ke pleats thode aur khul gaye the... "Bhagwan ke liye, koi na dekh le..." Par ek hissa mujhe yeh soch kar bhi gehra garam ho raha tha ki shayad... koi dekh bhi raha ho.
Deenu ne bike ek bhel poori wale ke stall ke saamne rok di. Hawaa mein mirch masale ki khushboo thi, lekin mere liye toh sirf uski hawaa ka jhonka mehsoos ho raha tha—jo meri khuli salwar ke pleats ko chhu kar guzar raha tha.
"Yahan mat ruko..." Main andar se ghabra gayi, "Log dekh lenge..."
Lekin Deenu ne sirf muskura kar mera haath pakda aur bike se utar gaya. "Aaja, tumhe bhel khilata hoon," usne kaha, lekin uski aankhon mein woh spark tha jo kuch aur hi keh raha tha.
Maine apni salwar ke pleats ko tight kiya, ek haath se plate pakadne ki koshish karti hui. Bhel wale ne mujhe dekha—kya usne notice kar liya ki meri salwar thodi si khisak chuki thi?
"Bhabhi ji, extra chutney?" Usne poocha, lekin uski nazrein mere upper body pe atki hui thi.
"Haan... thodi si," maine hichki hui awaaz mein kaha, pallu ko tight kheenchte hue. Deenu ne mera haath pakad kar plate li, aur apni ungliyon se mere palm ko halka sa brush kiya. "Tumhari skin itni garam kyun hai?" Usne mere kaan mein ghunghta.
Maine plate pakdi, lekin ek dum se bhel wale ka haath mere butts pe touch ho gaya—jaise accidentally fisal gaya ho.
"Oh! Sorry, bhabhi ji!" Usne haath jhatak liya, lekin Deenu ne dekha... aur phir muskuraya.
"Koi baat nahi," Deenu ne casually kaha, lekin uski aankhein mere chehre pe thi, jaise woh mera reaction check kar raha ho.
Maine plate tight pakdi, lekin andar se ek lehar si uthi—"Yeh sab kya ho raha hai?"
Bhelpuri wale ka haath mere peeche se aaya, uski ek ungli salwar ke pleats mein ghus gayi—jaise koi chhipa hua raaz chhoone ki koshish kar raha ho. Main apni saans rok kar khadi ahi, hawa mein haath thar- thar kaanp raha tha. "Yeh kya ho raha hai...?" Mere dimaag ne poocha, lekin jism ne jawab diya—thighs ke beech ek garmi failti hui.
Deenu ne mujhe dekha, uski aankhon mein woh spark jo sirf hum dono samajh sakte the. Uska haath meri kurta ke neeche fisla, garam ungliyan meri nabi ko chhui. "App... yahan mat..." Main hichki, lekin usne apni ungli se halka sa dabao diya—jaise koi secret code ho.
"Thoda sa aur," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Tumhari salwar khisak rahi hai... main dekh raha hoon."
Maine apni thighs ko jor se chipkane ki koshish ki, lekin bhelpuri wale ne phir se touch kiya—iska haath ab pleats ke andar tak pahunch gaya, ek second ke liye mere bare skin ko brush karte hue. "Haye rabba..." Mere honth tharrah gaye, lekin Deenu ne mera haath pakad kar plate pe rakh diya.
"Khao na," usne innocent awaaz mein kaha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Uske haath ki garmi mere kamar pe thi, jabki dusra haath table ke neeche meri thigh pe slow circles bana raha tha. Bhelpuri wale ki nazrein mere cleavage pe atki hui thi—kya usne notice kar liya ki Deenu ka haath mere kapdon ke andar hai?
"Yeh lo... extra chutney," dukan wale ne kaha, lekin uski ungli meri wrist ko chhu kar guzar gayi. Main cheekh uthi, plate hila di—Deenu ne mera gale ka chain pakad kar halka sa kheench liya.
"Shhh..." Uske honth mere kaan ke paas the, "Tumhari har saans mein ek aah chhupi hui hai... sab sun rahe hain."
Maine plate pakdi, lekin haath kaamp raha tha. Deenu ne ek mirchi utha kar mere honthon pe rakhi. "Chabaao," usne kaha. Jab maine khaayi, usne apni ungli se mere lower lip ko wipe kiya—jaise koi bachche ko feed kar raha ho.
"Ab cold drink peete hain," usne kaha, aur mujhe bike ki taraf le gaya. Hawaa ne meri khuli salwar ke pleats ko udaara, aur maine mehsoos kiya ki petrol pump ke workers ki nazrein mere upar thi. "Deenu... slow..." Main hichki, lekin usne apna haath piche kiya aur mere bare thigh ko daboch liya.
Hum ek chote se dukaan ke saamne ruke jahan Deenu ne cold drink lene ko kaha. "Yahan mat ruko..." maine haath pakad kar kaha, lekin usne mera haath halka sa thappa aur shopkeeper ki taraf badh gaya. Main bike pe akeli baithi hui mehsoos kar rahi thi ki har koi meri taraf dekh raha hai... kya unhe pata chal gaya tha? Kya meri salwar ke neeche kuch bhi nahi tha?
Deenu wapas aaya, uske haath mein ek bottle thi. "Peele," usne mujhe di.
Main bottle ko honton se lagayi... thandi thandi boonde mere galte hue honthon pe fisalne lagi. Usne dekha... aur phir achanak se apna haath mere knee pe rakh diya, upar ki taraf slide karte hue.
"App ayien na..." Main dheemi awaaz mein cheekhi, lekin usne bottle pakad kar mujhe peene ko kaha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
"Tujhe pata hai na... Jab tum dar jaati ho... tumhari aankhein jaise chaandni raat mein do diye jalti hain.," usne kaha, bottle peene ka natak karte hue. Uske shabd ne meri saans ko phir se fula diya...
Maine bottle tight pakdi, lekin andar se ek lehar si uthi—"Yeh aadmi public mein bhi nahi chhodta..."
Mere dimaag ne kaha, lekin jism uski har cheekh pe jawab de raha tha.
Shopkeeper ki nazrein mere upar thi, aur maine apni thighs ko aur jor se chipkane ki koshish ki—lekin salwar ke pleats ab itne khul chuke the ki hawaa ka har jhonka meri bare skin ko chhu kar guzar raha tha. Deenu ne meri haalat dekhi, aur uske honthon pe woh dangerous smile aa gayi jo sirf mujh dikhai deti thi.
"Chal, ab ghar chalo," usne kaha, lekin awaaz mein woh laziness thi jo bata rahi thi ki woh maza le raha hai. Bike start hui, aur pehle se zyada tez hawaa ne mere kapdon ko udaarna shuru kar diya. Main peeche se use itna tight pakdi hui thi ki uska j!sm har bump pe mere against press ho raha tha.
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Raste mein ek traffic light pe hum ruke... wahan auto-wale aur bikers ki nazrein mere upar atki hui thi, jaise koi unseen force unhe meri taraf kheench rahi ho. Main Deenu ke kandhe pe apna chehra chhupane ki koshish ki, lekin uski musk ki khushboo—paan aur masculine sweat ka mix—ne mujhe aur bhi gehri saans lene pe majboor kar diya.
"Kya yeh log dekh paa rahe hain?" Mere dimaag ne poocha, jab light ki laal roshni mere laal honthon pe pari. Main apni thighs ko jor se chipkane lagi, lekin salwar ka gehra pleat hawa mein lehra gaya. "Allah... koi na dekh le..."
Deenu ka haath mere thigh pe aaya, uski ungliyon ne halka sa dabao diya—jaise koi secret code ho. "Tension mat le," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, uski saans meri neck pe garmi chhod gayi, "Log dekh bhi lein toh farak nahi padta... tumhari sharm hi toh mujhe pagal karti hai."
Uske shabd mere pet mein butterflies jaga gaye. Light green hui aur bike ne speed pakdi... tabhi ek sudden turn mein hawaa ne meri salwar ke pleat ko uda hi diya. "Oh god—" Mera haath automatically neeche gaya, lekin Deenu ne apna ek haath piche karke mujhe rok liya.
"Mat sambhalo," usne kaha, speed badhate hue. Uska dusra haath steering pe tha, lekin uski elbow mere breast ko brush kar rahi thi—ek intentional accident. "Aaj tumhari har hadd cross karne wali hai... slowly... slowly..."
Mere shareer mein aag si lag gayi. Petrol pump ke workers, dukaan walon ki nazrein, auto-drivers ke stares—sab mix hoke ek alag si heat bana rahe the. Main apni aankhein band karne lagi, lekin phir ek dukan ke saamne hum ruke—wahan teenage larke khade the, unki nazrein seedhi meri taraf.
Deenu ne brake lagayi aur mujhe dekha... uski aankhon mein woh sawaal tha jo bina shabd ke poochh raha tha— "Kya tum ready ho?"
Maine apna honth kaat liya... haath tharrah raha tha... lekin phir halka sa ek nod de diya.
Usne bike ka stand lagaya... aur sab ke saamne mujhe apni taraf kheencha. "Uth," usne kaha, aur main jaise trance mein uske saath khadi ho gayi—meri salwar ka pleat ab bilkul khul chuka tha, hawa ka har jhonka mere bare thighs ko chhu kar guzar raha tha. "Kya woh larke dekh paa rahe hain?" Mere dimaag ne poocha, lekin jism ne ek alag si garmi mehsoos ki.
Deenu ne apni jacket utaari aur mere kamar pe bandh di... lekin pehle uske haath ne meri bare waist ko chhua—ek second ke liye... itna hi kaafi tha. Uski ungliyon ne meri nabi ko trace kiya, jaise koi map par raasta dhundh raha ho.
"Ab chalo," usne kaha, jacket ke andar se apna haath mere hip pe rakh kar.
Bike pe baithte hue maine socha ab naa jaane aur kya...
Shaam ki thandi hawa mere bare arms pe lehrayi, jaise koi invisible haath meri skin ko chhoo raha ho. Deenu ne bike ek khaali roadside pe rok di—kuch der pehle tak jo speed se chal raha tha, ab uski breathing bhi slow ho chuki thi. "Thak gayi hogi," usne kaha, lekin uski aankhon mein woh spark tha jo mujhse pooch raha tha: Tumhari hadd ka test abhi shuru hua hai.
Maine apni salwar ke pleats ko sambhala, jo har jhatke se aur khul rahe the. Hawaa mein diesel aur uske sweat ki khushboo mix ho rahi thi—ek ajeeb si garmi jo mere naak mein ghus kar dimaag ko chakkar de rahi thi. "Nahi... bas thoda sa aaram..." Main hichki, lekin usne mera haath pakad kar apni taraf kheencha.
Uske honth mere kaan ke paas aaye, saans garam chai ki tarah meri neck pe giri. "Tumhari heartbeat... truck wale bhi sun sake the," usne kaha, fingers meri wrist pe tez dhadkan ko count karte hue. Ek jhatke mein usne mujhe bike ke seat pe baitha diya, aur apna phone nikaal kar flashlight on kiya.
"Deenu! Koi—"
"Yahan koi nahi hai," usne interrupt kiya, light meri thighs pe daalte hue. "Bas hum... aur tumhari woh sharm jo har lamhe mein tumhe aur bhi khoobsurat bana deti hai."
Roshni mein mera bare skin chamak raha tha—jaise koi spotlight mein perform karne ko majboor ho. Usne apni ungli meri inner thigh pe rakhi, upar slide ki... "Kitni der tak tum control kar sakti ho?" Usne poocha, jab uska haath mere pleats ke andar gaya.
Maine hawa mein haath pakda, "App... yahan mat..." Lekin usne sirf muskura kar light off kar di. Andhere mein uska haath aur bhi bold ho gaya—fingers ne meri bare skin ko trace kiya, jaise koi map ban raha ho.
"Tumhari saansen..." Usne mere lips ke paas ghunghta, "Jaise chhoti si ladki ki tarah fast hain."
Maine apni aankhein band ki, lekin usne chin pakad kar uthaya. "Nahi... dekhna padega tumhe."
Ek dum se door se ek truck ki headlights ne humein illuminate kar diya. Main cheekh uthi, "Deenu! Koi aa raha hai—"
Usne mera haath tight pakda, "Hilna mat." Truck ke guzarne tak uska haath mere pleats mein tha—jaise koi thief jo apna maal chhupaye.
Light guzar gayi, lekin usne haath nahi hataya. "Truck driver ne tumhare bare legs dekhe honge," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Tumhari salwar ke khule pleats... tumhari thighs ka woh soft glow..."
Mera jism uske shabdon pe react kar raha tha—thighs ke beech ek garmi failti hui. "Yeh galat hai..." Mere dimaag ne kaha, lekin jism ne jawab diya—uski har touch ko welcome karte hue.
Usne phir se bike start ki, lekin pehle mujhe apni taraf kheencha. "Jacket utaar do," usne order diya.
Main andar se kaanp rahi thi, lekin utaar di. Ab meri arms bilkul bare thi—chandni raat mein meri skin marble ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
"Ab kya?" Main puchi, jab usne apna haath mere shoulder pe rakha.
"Bas itna sa?" Usne eyebrow uthayi, fingers ne meri cleavage ki taraf slide kiya. "Agar koi yahan se guzrega... tumhari yeh haalat dekh kar kya sochega?"
Maine pallu ko tight kheenchne ki koshish ki, lekin usne mera haath rok liya. "Mat dabao... aise hi khula rehne do."
Deenu ne sirf has diya, aur mujhe bike pe wapas bithaya. "Chal, kuch khate hain," usne kaha, lekin uski aankhein meri salwar pe atki hui thi, jahan uska haath abhi tak andar tha.
"Kya yeh log dekh paa rahe hain?" Mere dimaag ne poocha, jab light ki laal roshni mere laal honthon pe pari. Main apni thighs ko jor se chipkane lagi, lekin salwar ka gehra pleat hawa mein lehra gaya. "Allah... koi na dekh le..."
Deenu ka haath mere thigh pe aaya, uski ungliyon ne halka sa dabao diya—jaise koi secret code ho. "Tension mat le," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, uski saans meri neck pe garmi chhod gayi, "Log dekh bhi lein toh farak nahi padta... tumhari sharm hi toh mujhe pagal karti hai."
Uske shabd mere pet mein butterflies jaga gaye. Light green hui aur bike ne speed pakdi... tabhi ek sudden turn mein hawaa ne meri salwar ke pleat ko uda hi diya. "Oh god—" Mera haath automatically neeche gaya, lekin Deenu ne apna ek haath piche karke mujhe rok liya.
"Mat sambhalo," usne kaha, speed badhate hue. Uska dusra haath steering pe tha, lekin uski elbow mere breast ko brush kar rahi thi—ek intentional accident. "Aaj tumhari har hadd cross karne wali hai... slowly... slowly..."
Mere shareer mein aag si lag gayi. Petrol pump ke workers, dukaan walon ki nazrein, auto-drivers ke stares—sab mix hoke ek alag si heat bana rahe the. Main apni aankhein band karne lagi, lekin phir ek dukan ke saamne hum ruke—wahan teenage larke khade the, unki nazrein seedhi meri taraf.
Deenu ne brake lagayi aur mujhe dekha... uski aankhon mein woh sawaal tha jo bina shabd ke poochh raha tha— "Kya tum ready ho?"
Maine apna honth kaat liya... haath tharrah raha tha... lekin phir halka sa ek nod de diya.
Usne bike ka stand lagaya... aur sab ke saamne mujhe apni taraf kheencha. "Uth," usne kaha, aur main jaise trance mein uske saath khadi ho gayi—meri salwar ka pleat ab bilkul khul chuka tha, hawa ka har jhonka mere bare thighs ko chhu kar guzar raha tha. "Kya woh larke dekh paa rahe hain?" Mere dimaag ne poocha, lekin jism ne ek alag si garmi mehsoos ki.
Deenu ne apni jacket utaari aur mere kamar pe bandh di... lekin pehle uske haath ne meri bare waist ko chhua—ek second ke liye... itna hi kaafi tha. Uski ungliyon ne meri nabi ko trace kiya, jaise koi map par raasta dhundh raha ho.
"Ab chalo," usne kaha, jacket ke andar se apna haath mere hip pe rakh kar.
Bike pe baithte hue maine socha ab naa jaane aur kya...
Shaam ki thandi hawa mere bare arms pe lehrayi, jaise koi invisible haath meri skin ko chhoo raha ho. Deenu ne bike ek khaali roadside pe rok di—kuch der pehle tak jo speed se chal raha tha, ab uski breathing bhi slow ho chuki thi. "Thak gayi hogi," usne kaha, lekin uski aankhon mein woh spark tha jo mujhse pooch raha tha: Tumhari hadd ka test abhi shuru hua hai.
Maine apni salwar ke pleats ko sambhala, jo har jhatke se aur khul rahe the. Hawaa mein diesel aur uske sweat ki khushboo mix ho rahi thi—ek ajeeb si garmi jo mere naak mein ghus kar dimaag ko chakkar de rahi thi. "Nahi... bas thoda sa aaram..." Main hichki, lekin usne mera haath pakad kar apni taraf kheencha.
Uske honth mere kaan ke paas aaye, saans garam chai ki tarah meri neck pe giri. "Tumhari heartbeat... truck wale bhi sun sake the," usne kaha, fingers meri wrist pe tez dhadkan ko count karte hue. Ek jhatke mein usne mujhe bike ke seat pe baitha diya, aur apna phone nikaal kar flashlight on kiya.
"Deenu! Koi—"
"Yahan koi nahi hai," usne interrupt kiya, light meri thighs pe daalte hue. "Bas hum... aur tumhari woh sharm jo har lamhe mein tumhe aur bhi khoobsurat bana deti hai."
Roshni mein mera bare skin chamak raha tha—jaise koi spotlight mein perform karne ko majboor ho. Usne apni ungli meri inner thigh pe rakhi, upar slide ki... "Kitni der tak tum control kar sakti ho?" Usne poocha, jab uska haath mere pleats ke andar gaya.
Maine hawa mein haath pakda, "App... yahan mat..." Lekin usne sirf muskura kar light off kar di. Andhere mein uska haath aur bhi bold ho gaya—fingers ne meri bare skin ko trace kiya, jaise koi map ban raha ho.
"Tumhari saansen..." Usne mere lips ke paas ghunghta, "Jaise chhoti si ladki ki tarah fast hain."
Maine apni aankhein band ki, lekin usne chin pakad kar uthaya. "Nahi... dekhna padega tumhe."
Ek dum se door se ek truck ki headlights ne humein illuminate kar diya. Main cheekh uthi, "Deenu! Koi aa raha hai—"
Usne mera haath tight pakda, "Hilna mat." Truck ke guzarne tak uska haath mere pleats mein tha—jaise koi thief jo apna maal chhupaye.
Light guzar gayi, lekin usne haath nahi hataya. "Truck driver ne tumhare bare legs dekhe honge," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Tumhari salwar ke khule pleats... tumhari thighs ka woh soft glow..."
Mera jism uske shabdon pe react kar raha tha—thighs ke beech ek garmi failti hui. "Yeh galat hai..." Mere dimaag ne kaha, lekin jism ne jawab diya—uski har touch ko welcome karte hue.
Usne phir se bike start ki, lekin pehle mujhe apni taraf kheencha. "Jacket utaar do," usne order diya.
Main andar se kaanp rahi thi, lekin utaar di. Ab meri arms bilkul bare thi—chandni raat mein meri skin marble ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
"Ab kya?" Main puchi, jab usne apna haath mere shoulder pe rakha.
"Bas itna sa?" Usne eyebrow uthayi, fingers ne meri cleavage ki taraf slide kiya. "Agar koi yahan se guzrega... tumhari yeh haalat dekh kar kya sochega?"
Maine pallu ko tight kheenchne ki koshish ki, lekin usne mera haath rok liya. "Mat dabao... aise hi khula rehne do."
Deenu ne sirf has diya, aur mujhe bike pe wapas bithaya. "Chal, kuch khate hain," usne kaha, lekin uski aankhein meri salwar pe atki hui thi, jahan uska haath abhi tak andar tha.
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Dhaba ki chhoti si jagah mein hum dono ek kone mein baithe the. Diye ki lau hawa se lehrayi, jisse Deenu ke chehre par chamakti paseene ki boondon ka rang badalta nazar aa raha tha. Usne ek haath se roti ka tukda uthaya, dusra haath table ke neeche mere right thigh pe slide hua—ungliyon ne halke se garm circles banaye, jaise koi raaz likh raha ho.
"Kya loge?" Dhabe wale ne poocha, lekin uski nazrein mere upper body pe atki hui thi—mera pallu thoda khisak chuka tha, aur hawa ke jhonke bra ke strap ko chhu rahe the.
"Ek roti, dal fry aur..." Deenu ne order diya, lekin uski ungli meri inner thigh pe gehri taraf badh gayi. Main neeche dekhi—uski wrist ka tattoo mere salwar ke pleats pe dab raha tha. "Yahan mat... koi dekh lega—"
"Toh phir kahan?" Usne casually poocha, fingers ne halka sa pinch kiya. Dhabe wala glass rakhne aaya, aur main apni saans rok li—Deenu ka haath ab meri salwar ke andar tak pahunch chuka tha, ek ungli mere pussy ke edge pe.
"Thanda paani?" Dhabe wale ne poocha.
"Haan..." Main hawa mein haath uthaya, lekin Deenu ne speed badha di. Ek dum usne meri pussy ke side ko halka sa kheench kar direct under ghusa diya—main table se chipak gayi, aankhein bhar li.
"Bas itna sa?" Usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, saans garam chai ki tarah meri neck pe giri. "Ghar ja kar toh tumhare kapde utaar kar tujhe sofa pe nanga bithaaunga... har inch ko chabaunga."
Meri thigh tez se kaanp uthi. Dhabe wale ne dekha—kya usne notice kar liya ki mere honth tharrah rahe the?
Usne apna haath bahar nikaala, lekin meri skin pe ek gehri garmi chhod di. "Khana laga," usne normal awaaz mein kaha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Main roti ka tukda utha kar munh mein daalne lagi, lekin swaad nahi aa raha tha—sirf uska haath ka ehsaas, jo ab table ke neeche mere left thigh pe slow strokes de raha tha.
Ek dum se usne ruk kar mujhe dekha, "Tumhari aankhein... jaise chaand ki chandni mein do diye jal rahe hain." Usne roti rakh di aur apna haath meri nabi pe rakha—public mein itna bold touch. "Deenu... yahan mat—"
"Rule #1," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Na nahi bolna hai."
Dhabe ke worker ki nazrein humpe atki hui—kya usne dekha ki Deenu ka haath mere kurte ke neeche tha? Main pallu ko tight kheenchne lagi, lekin usne mera haath pakad liya.
"Mat dabao," usne kaha, "Aise hi khula rehne do."
Dhaabe ki bheed mein hum dono ek kone mein baithe the. Deenu ne mujhe apne saamne wali chair pe bithaya, uska haath table ke neeche mere right thigh pe slide hua—ungliyon ki garamai mere kapdon ke through mehsoos ho rahi thi. "Khana laga," usne innocent awaaz mein kaha, lekin uski aankhein mere cleavage pe atki hui thi, jahan mera pallu thoda khisak chuka tha.
Maine roti ka tukda uthaya, haath thar- thar kaanp raha tha. "App... yahan sab dekh rahe hain," maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha, jab waiter ki nazrein meri salwar ke khule pleats pe atki.
Waiter ladka, jo shayad 18-19 saal ka hoga, humari table pe aaya. Uska haath accidently mere shoulder ko chhua—jaise fisal gaya ho. "Sorry, bhabhi ji," usne jaldi se haath hataya, lekin uski nazrein mere cleavage pe atki rahi.
Deenu ne eyebrow uthayi, "Pehle kabhi kisi ladki ko touch kiya hai?"
Ladka sharma kar peeche hata, "N-nahi, bhaiya..."
"Toh aaj try karega?" Deenu ne casually poocha, jaise koi normal baat ho. Uska haath table ke neeche mere thigh pe halka sa dabao diya, fingers ne pleats ke andar jane ka rasta banaya.
Maine Deenu ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein sawaal—"Yeh kya kar rahe ho?" Lekin uski aankhon mein woh spark tha jo mujhe bol raha tha—"Bas dekh."
Ladke ka chehra laal ho gaya. Deenu ne use apni taraf kheench kar kaha, "Aaja, bhabhi ki salwar sambhal. Neeche se khisak rahi hai."
Mera dil dhadakne laga. Ladke ka haath hesitant mere thigh pe aaya, fingers ne pleats ko sambhalne ki koshish ki—lekin uski ungli accidently mere bare skin ko brush kar gayi. "Haye rabba..." Mere honth tharrah gaye.
"Accha laga na?" Deenu ne ladke se poocha, apna haath table ke neeche mere left thigh pe slide karte hue. Ladka sirf haan mein sar hila paya.
Ek dum se Deenu ne ladke ka haath pakad kar mere salwar ke andar daal diya—uski ungliyan direct mere bare buttocks ko chhui. "Oh!" Main cheekh uthi, lekin Deenu ne mera haath pakad kar table pe daboch liya.
"Shhh..." Usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Public hai, yaad hai na?"
Ladke ki ungli mere gaand ke crack pe fern laga rahi thi—dheere-dheere andar ki taraf badhti hui. Main apni thighs ko jor se chipkane lagi, lekin isse uska haath aur bhi gehraye ghus gaya. "Deenu... please..." Main hichki, lekin uska haath meri kamar pe tight ho gaya.
"Tumhari gaand itni soft hai," Deenu ne ladke se kaha, jaise koi review de raha ho. "Aur andar? Kaisi mehsoos hoti hai?"
Ladka kuch bol na paya, uski ungli ab meri tight hole ke edge pe thi. Main apni saans rok li—uska haath table ke neeche mere pussy pe bhi slide ho raha tha, dono taraf se trapped.
"Bas itna hi?" Deenu ne ladke ko provoke kiya, "Aur andar daal, darr mat."
Ladke ki ungli halki si meri hole mein ghusi—ek second ke liye main stiff ho gayi. "App ayien na..." Main cheekhi, lekin Deenu ne mera chin pakad kar mujhe ladke ki taraf ghuma diya.
"Dekho kaise tumhare liye tight ho rahi hai," usne ladke se kaha, jaise koi demonstration de raha ho. Ladke ki ungli ab half-inch andar thi—meri muscles automatically squeeze karne lagi.
Meri gaand tight ho gayi, ladke ki ungli andar fas gayi—jaise koi chhota sa keeda ghus gaya ho. "Haye rabba..." Mere honth tharrah gaye, haath automatically peeche gaya, lekin Deenu ne mera wrist pakad kar table pe daboch liya.
Ladka bhi shock mein tha, uski ungli meri tight hole mein atki hui—na andar ja pa rahi thi, na bahar. Usne mujhe dekha, aankhein bhari hui, "B-Bhabhi ji... maine...?"
Maine apni thighs ko jor se chipkaya, jisse uska haath aur bhi gehraye ghus gaya. "Ahhh..." Main hichki, lekin andar se ek lehar si uthi—yeh chhokra mere bete ki umar ka hai... aur ab uska haath meri gaand mein?
Dhabe wale ki nazrein humpe thi—kya usne dekha ki mere chehre ka rang badal gaya? Main pallu ko tight kheenchne lagi, lekin Deenu ne mera haath rok kar kaan mein ghunghta, "Shhh... public hai, yaad hai?"
Ladke ki ungli ne halka sa move kiya—meri muscles automatically squeeze hui. "Aah...!" Main table se chipak gayi.
"Araam se...bete..." usne apna haath dheere se bahar niala... lekin wapis andar daalne laga...
Tabhi Deenu ne use danata aur bola... ab daal taa hi reha...? chal bas hua... Uska muh chota sa ho gya..
Mujhe ladke k liye bura laga...
Maine bathroom jaane ka bahaana kiya, pallu tight kheenchte hue. Ladka mere peeche aaya, corridor ke andhere mein uska haath meri kamar pe tha. "Aapke... bathroom mein koi nahi hoga na?" Main hichki, jab uska haath neeche slide hua.
Usne sirf muskura kar darwaza khola. Andar jakar maine latch nahi lagaya—jaan-bujh kar.
Salwar neeche karte hue har pleat ko dheere-dheere khola—cotton ka kapda thighs se fisalta hua mehsoos hua. "Oh god..." Main andar se cheekhi, jab hawa ka jhonka direct bare skin ko chhua.
Ladka khada tha, saansen tez ki hui. "Pehle kabhi nahi dekha kya?" Main halki si cheekh bhari awaaz mein puchi, apni thighs deliberately thodi khulti hui.
Usne apna thook nigla... aur phir ek dum se mere paas aakar mere hips ko apne hanthon se daboch liya. Uske haath ne meri bare hips ko pakad liya—rough palms garam ho rahe the.
"kyaa kar rahe ho.. mere pati ne dekh liya toh..." Main darr dikhate hue kaha, lekin apni hips unconsciously uski taraf push ki.
Woh peeche hat gaya, lekin maine use rok liya. "Pasanad aya?" Maine poocha, cheeks garam hote hue.
Ladka sharma kar haan mein sar hila diya. Main neeche jhuki, apni salwar aur thodi khulti hui—jaise peshaab karne wali ho. Uska l@und tight shorts mein clearly visible tha.
maine baith baite hi pee karte hue hi, ladke k sar ko apni tarf kheecha aur apne lips pe uske lips lga diye
Jab hum lip-lock mein the, uska haath meri bare thighs pe slide hua—upar ki taraf, pleats ke andar. Main cheekh uthi jab uski ungli meri wetness ko chhui. "Bas... ab bahut ho gaya..." Main kaha, lekin apni hips ko uski taraf thrust karte hue.
Peshaab karne ka natak karte hue maine apni salwar thodi aur neeche kheechi—enough ki ladka apni jagah se hilti hui dikhai de. "Aapka naam kya hai?" Maine poocha, jab uska haath mere breast pe aaya.
"Chi... Chiku," usne hichki hui awaaz mein jawab diya.
"Accha Chikuu... aaj tumhari pehli baar hai na?" Maine use apne paas kheench kar kaan mein ghunghti, "Par poora nahi... bas itna sa..."
Uske haath ne meri bra ke under se breast ko pakda - awkward lekin eager touch. Main cheekh uthi jab usne nipple ko pinch kiya - jaise koi experiment kar raha ho. "Aise nahi... aise..." Maine uski ungli ko guide kiya, slowly circling my areola.
Maine apni salwar thodi aur neeche kheechi, enough ki hawa mere bare pussy ko chhu sake. Chiku ki aankhein faad kar khuli reh gayi. "Dekho mat... karo," maine sharmati hui kaha, lekin andar se khoob maza aa raha tha.
"Ab chalo," maine kaha, peshaab khatam hone ka natak karte hue, "Wapas jaate hain."
Bina naade baandhe, maine salwar upar ki aur ladke ko last kiss dete hue corridor se bahar nikli - Deenu ki taraf dekhti hui. Mera pallu jaan-bujhkar thoda khula hua, taaki woh meri bra ka strap dekh sake.
Bathroom se bahar aate hi maine notice kiya ki meri salwar ka ek pleat properly bandh hi nahi hua tha - hawa mein thoda sa khula hua. Chiku ki nazrein mere hips pe atki hui thi, jaise woh soch raha ho ki kya abhi bhi andar kuch nahi hai.
Maine slowly apni salwar sambhalti hui table ki taraf chal di, har kadam pe mehsoos karte hue ki kaise cotton ka kapda mere bare skin ko brush kar raha hai. "Allah... yeh hawa kaise har jagah pahunch jaati hai..." mere dimaag ne socha, jab thandi hawa ne directly meri exposed folds ko chhua.
Baithte hue maine apni thighs tightly chipkayi, lekin salwar ka pleat phir se khul gaya. Deenu ne notice kiya - uski aankhon mein woh dangerous spark tha jo mujhe pata tha. "Kuch hua?" Usne innocent tone mein pucha, jabki uska haath table ke neeche mere knee pe slide ho raha tha.
"Nahi... bas..." Main hichki, pallu ko tight kheenchte hue. Chiku doosre tables pe serve karte hue, lekin uski nazrein baar-baar mere cleavage pe aa kar atak rahi thi.
Maine apni bra strap adjust kiya, deliberately slow movements se taaki dono mardon ki nazrein uspe atki rahe. "App... thoda paani..." Main Deenu se kaha, jabki andar se soch rahi thi ki kaise Chiku ki ungli abhi tak meri inner thigh pe burn kar rahi hai.
Deenu ne glass diya, uski ungliyon ka meri wrist pe halka sa brush hona hi kaafi tha - main cheekh uthi. "Shhh..." Usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Public hai, yaad hai na?"
Maine apni thighs aur tight kiya, mehsoos karte hue ki kaise wetness ab salwar ke through bhi dikhne laga hogi.
"Ab ghar chalte hain," Deenu ne kaha, jacket mere kamar pe lapet kar. Uska haath meri bare waist pe halka sa ruka - garam touch jisse meri saans ruk si gayi.
Deenu ne bill diya, aur maine jaake chup k se Chiku ko apna phone number de diya.
Bike pe baithte hue maine mehsoos kiya—meri thighs ab bilkul open thi, aur Deenu ki reflection rearview mirror mein mujhe dekh rahi thi... uski smile ke saath.
Bike chalte hi raat ki hawa ne meri salwar ke khule pleats ko aur faila diya. Deenu ne speed badhaye rakhi — har turn pe uska pura jism mere against press ho raha tha. Main apni thighs ko jor se chipkane ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin hawa ka har jhonka mujhe yaad dila deta ki andar kuch bhi nahi hai...
"Deenu... thoda slow..." Main hichki, par usne sirf apna haath piche kiya aur mere bare thigh ko daboch liya. "Abhi toh shuruat hai," usne kaha, fingers ne halka sa pinch kiya.
Second Stop – 10 Minutes Later
Deenu ne bike ek broken streetlight ke neeche roki, jahan ka andhera itna gehna tha ki hum dono ka saath bas silhouettes mein dikh raha tha. Usne engine band kiya, aur silence mein sirf humari saansen sunai de rahi thi—meri tez aur bhari hui, uski controlled aur heavy.
"Kurta utaaro," usne kaha, voice mein woh roughness jo mere pet mein butterflies jaga deti thi.
Maine apne honton ko bite kiya, haath dheere se apni kurti ke buttons tak gaya. Har button khulte waqt cotton ka fabric mere nipples ko brush kar raha tha—unhooked bra ke through sensitivity aur bhi badh gayi. "App... yahan pe log—"
"Tumhari sharm hi toh mera maza hai," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, uska haath meri wrist pe aakar halka sa dabao diya.
Main neeche dekha—meri salwar ke pleats ab bilkul khul chuke the, hawa ka har jhonka direct bare skin ko chhu kar guzar raha tha. Kurti ke last button khulte hi maine apni baahon ko cross kiya, fabric ko shoulders se fisalte hue mehsoos kiya. "Bas khush?" Main hichki, jab uski nazrein meri bra pe atki hui—white cotton, jo moonlight mein chamak raha tha.
Usne eyebrow uthayi, "Poore rules follow karne hain, jaanu."
Ab mein sirf salwar mein thi—uske neeche kuch bhi nahi. Hawaa ne meri bare back ko chhua, goosebumps failate hue. Deenu ka haath meri waist pe aaya, fingers ne nabi ko trace kiya. "Tumhari skin... jaise garam silk hai," usne kaha, voice mein woh awe jo mujhe aur bhi gehri saans lene pe majboor kar deta tha.
Usne phir se bike start ki, lekin pehle apni jacket utaari aur mere shoulders pe daali. "Sheher mein ghusne se pehle," usne kaha, lekin jacket ke andar se uska haath meri bare back pe fisal gaya, neeche tak—thodi der ke liye mere buttocks ko halka sa dabate hue.
Residential Area – Mohalle Ki Galiyan
Galiyon mein lights jhalak rahe the—aunties chai peete hue, bachche late-night khelte hue. Deenu ne speed kam ki, har turn pe uska j!sm mere against press ho raha tha.
"Deenu... koi dekh lega," maine kaanpti awaaz mein kaha, jab ek aunty ne humari taraf curious nazre uthayi.
Usne sirf muskura kar mera haath pakda, "Tumhari salwar ka pleat khula hai... hawa mein lehra raha hai." Uske shabd ne meri thighs ke beech ek lehar si utha di.
Ek bachcha ball lete hue humare paas aaya—uski nazrein meri bare arms pe atki hui. "Bhabhi ji, aapko thand nahi lag rahi?" Usne innocently pucha.
Maine jacket ko tight kheench liya, cheeks garam hote hue. "N-Nahi beta..."
Deenu ne bike ko speed di, lekin pehle bachche ke kaan mein kuch kaha—"Jaake apni maa se pooch, kapde pehne bina ghumne ka maza." Bachka confused sa bhag gaya, lekin meri saansen ruk si gayi.
"App ne use kya—"
Ghar ka gate nazar aate hi hall ka light on tha. Deenu ne mera chin pakad kar uthaya, "Ab batao... kaise rahi humari date... janu...?"
Maine apni thighs ko jor se chipkaya, salwar ke khule pleats hawa mein lehraye. "App... andar koi hai..."
"Toh phir zor se chillana mat," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Warna sab sun lenge tumhare moans."
"Kya loge?" Dhabe wale ne poocha, lekin uski nazrein mere upper body pe atki hui thi—mera pallu thoda khisak chuka tha, aur hawa ke jhonke bra ke strap ko chhu rahe the.
"Ek roti, dal fry aur..." Deenu ne order diya, lekin uski ungli meri inner thigh pe gehri taraf badh gayi. Main neeche dekhi—uski wrist ka tattoo mere salwar ke pleats pe dab raha tha. "Yahan mat... koi dekh lega—"
"Toh phir kahan?" Usne casually poocha, fingers ne halka sa pinch kiya. Dhabe wala glass rakhne aaya, aur main apni saans rok li—Deenu ka haath ab meri salwar ke andar tak pahunch chuka tha, ek ungli mere pussy ke edge pe.
"Thanda paani?" Dhabe wale ne poocha.
"Haan..." Main hawa mein haath uthaya, lekin Deenu ne speed badha di. Ek dum usne meri pussy ke side ko halka sa kheench kar direct under ghusa diya—main table se chipak gayi, aankhein bhar li.
"Bas itna sa?" Usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, saans garam chai ki tarah meri neck pe giri. "Ghar ja kar toh tumhare kapde utaar kar tujhe sofa pe nanga bithaaunga... har inch ko chabaunga."
Meri thigh tez se kaanp uthi. Dhabe wale ne dekha—kya usne notice kar liya ki mere honth tharrah rahe the?
Usne apna haath bahar nikaala, lekin meri skin pe ek gehri garmi chhod di. "Khana laga," usne normal awaaz mein kaha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Main roti ka tukda utha kar munh mein daalne lagi, lekin swaad nahi aa raha tha—sirf uska haath ka ehsaas, jo ab table ke neeche mere left thigh pe slow strokes de raha tha.
Ek dum se usne ruk kar mujhe dekha, "Tumhari aankhein... jaise chaand ki chandni mein do diye jal rahe hain." Usne roti rakh di aur apna haath meri nabi pe rakha—public mein itna bold touch. "Deenu... yahan mat—"
"Rule #1," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Na nahi bolna hai."
Dhabe ke worker ki nazrein humpe atki hui—kya usne dekha ki Deenu ka haath mere kurte ke neeche tha? Main pallu ko tight kheenchne lagi, lekin usne mera haath pakad liya.
"Mat dabao," usne kaha, "Aise hi khula rehne do."
Dhaabe ki bheed mein hum dono ek kone mein baithe the. Deenu ne mujhe apne saamne wali chair pe bithaya, uska haath table ke neeche mere right thigh pe slide hua—ungliyon ki garamai mere kapdon ke through mehsoos ho rahi thi. "Khana laga," usne innocent awaaz mein kaha, lekin uski aankhein mere cleavage pe atki hui thi, jahan mera pallu thoda khisak chuka tha.
Maine roti ka tukda uthaya, haath thar- thar kaanp raha tha. "App... yahan sab dekh rahe hain," maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha, jab waiter ki nazrein meri salwar ke khule pleats pe atki.
Waiter ladka, jo shayad 18-19 saal ka hoga, humari table pe aaya. Uska haath accidently mere shoulder ko chhua—jaise fisal gaya ho. "Sorry, bhabhi ji," usne jaldi se haath hataya, lekin uski nazrein mere cleavage pe atki rahi.
Deenu ne eyebrow uthayi, "Pehle kabhi kisi ladki ko touch kiya hai?"
Ladka sharma kar peeche hata, "N-nahi, bhaiya..."
"Toh aaj try karega?" Deenu ne casually poocha, jaise koi normal baat ho. Uska haath table ke neeche mere thigh pe halka sa dabao diya, fingers ne pleats ke andar jane ka rasta banaya.
Maine Deenu ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein sawaal—"Yeh kya kar rahe ho?" Lekin uski aankhon mein woh spark tha jo mujhe bol raha tha—"Bas dekh."
Ladke ka chehra laal ho gaya. Deenu ne use apni taraf kheench kar kaha, "Aaja, bhabhi ki salwar sambhal. Neeche se khisak rahi hai."
Mera dil dhadakne laga. Ladke ka haath hesitant mere thigh pe aaya, fingers ne pleats ko sambhalne ki koshish ki—lekin uski ungli accidently mere bare skin ko brush kar gayi. "Haye rabba..." Mere honth tharrah gaye.
"Accha laga na?" Deenu ne ladke se poocha, apna haath table ke neeche mere left thigh pe slide karte hue. Ladka sirf haan mein sar hila paya.
Ek dum se Deenu ne ladke ka haath pakad kar mere salwar ke andar daal diya—uski ungliyan direct mere bare buttocks ko chhui. "Oh!" Main cheekh uthi, lekin Deenu ne mera haath pakad kar table pe daboch liya.
"Shhh..." Usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Public hai, yaad hai na?"
Ladke ki ungli mere gaand ke crack pe fern laga rahi thi—dheere-dheere andar ki taraf badhti hui. Main apni thighs ko jor se chipkane lagi, lekin isse uska haath aur bhi gehraye ghus gaya. "Deenu... please..." Main hichki, lekin uska haath meri kamar pe tight ho gaya.
"Tumhari gaand itni soft hai," Deenu ne ladke se kaha, jaise koi review de raha ho. "Aur andar? Kaisi mehsoos hoti hai?"
Ladka kuch bol na paya, uski ungli ab meri tight hole ke edge pe thi. Main apni saans rok li—uska haath table ke neeche mere pussy pe bhi slide ho raha tha, dono taraf se trapped.
"Bas itna hi?" Deenu ne ladke ko provoke kiya, "Aur andar daal, darr mat."
Ladke ki ungli halki si meri hole mein ghusi—ek second ke liye main stiff ho gayi. "App ayien na..." Main cheekhi, lekin Deenu ne mera chin pakad kar mujhe ladke ki taraf ghuma diya.
"Dekho kaise tumhare liye tight ho rahi hai," usne ladke se kaha, jaise koi demonstration de raha ho. Ladke ki ungli ab half-inch andar thi—meri muscles automatically squeeze karne lagi.
Meri gaand tight ho gayi, ladke ki ungli andar fas gayi—jaise koi chhota sa keeda ghus gaya ho. "Haye rabba..." Mere honth tharrah gaye, haath automatically peeche gaya, lekin Deenu ne mera wrist pakad kar table pe daboch liya.
Ladka bhi shock mein tha, uski ungli meri tight hole mein atki hui—na andar ja pa rahi thi, na bahar. Usne mujhe dekha, aankhein bhari hui, "B-Bhabhi ji... maine...?"
Maine apni thighs ko jor se chipkaya, jisse uska haath aur bhi gehraye ghus gaya. "Ahhh..." Main hichki, lekin andar se ek lehar si uthi—yeh chhokra mere bete ki umar ka hai... aur ab uska haath meri gaand mein?
Dhabe wale ki nazrein humpe thi—kya usne dekha ki mere chehre ka rang badal gaya? Main pallu ko tight kheenchne lagi, lekin Deenu ne mera haath rok kar kaan mein ghunghta, "Shhh... public hai, yaad hai?"
Ladke ki ungli ne halka sa move kiya—meri muscles automatically squeeze hui. "Aah...!" Main table se chipak gayi.
"Araam se...bete..." usne apna haath dheere se bahar niala... lekin wapis andar daalne laga...
Tabhi Deenu ne use danata aur bola... ab daal taa hi reha...? chal bas hua... Uska muh chota sa ho gya..
Mujhe ladke k liye bura laga...
Maine bathroom jaane ka bahaana kiya, pallu tight kheenchte hue. Ladka mere peeche aaya, corridor ke andhere mein uska haath meri kamar pe tha. "Aapke... bathroom mein koi nahi hoga na?" Main hichki, jab uska haath neeche slide hua.
Usne sirf muskura kar darwaza khola. Andar jakar maine latch nahi lagaya—jaan-bujh kar.
Salwar neeche karte hue har pleat ko dheere-dheere khola—cotton ka kapda thighs se fisalta hua mehsoos hua. "Oh god..." Main andar se cheekhi, jab hawa ka jhonka direct bare skin ko chhua.
Ladka khada tha, saansen tez ki hui. "Pehle kabhi nahi dekha kya?" Main halki si cheekh bhari awaaz mein puchi, apni thighs deliberately thodi khulti hui.
Usne apna thook nigla... aur phir ek dum se mere paas aakar mere hips ko apne hanthon se daboch liya. Uske haath ne meri bare hips ko pakad liya—rough palms garam ho rahe the.
"kyaa kar rahe ho.. mere pati ne dekh liya toh..." Main darr dikhate hue kaha, lekin apni hips unconsciously uski taraf push ki.
Woh peeche hat gaya, lekin maine use rok liya. "Pasanad aya?" Maine poocha, cheeks garam hote hue.
Ladka sharma kar haan mein sar hila diya. Main neeche jhuki, apni salwar aur thodi khulti hui—jaise peshaab karne wali ho. Uska l@und tight shorts mein clearly visible tha.
maine baith baite hi pee karte hue hi, ladke k sar ko apni tarf kheecha aur apne lips pe uske lips lga diye
Jab hum lip-lock mein the, uska haath meri bare thighs pe slide hua—upar ki taraf, pleats ke andar. Main cheekh uthi jab uski ungli meri wetness ko chhui. "Bas... ab bahut ho gaya..." Main kaha, lekin apni hips ko uski taraf thrust karte hue.
Peshaab karne ka natak karte hue maine apni salwar thodi aur neeche kheechi—enough ki ladka apni jagah se hilti hui dikhai de. "Aapka naam kya hai?" Maine poocha, jab uska haath mere breast pe aaya.
"Chi... Chiku," usne hichki hui awaaz mein jawab diya.
"Accha Chikuu... aaj tumhari pehli baar hai na?" Maine use apne paas kheench kar kaan mein ghunghti, "Par poora nahi... bas itna sa..."
Uske haath ne meri bra ke under se breast ko pakda - awkward lekin eager touch. Main cheekh uthi jab usne nipple ko pinch kiya - jaise koi experiment kar raha ho. "Aise nahi... aise..." Maine uski ungli ko guide kiya, slowly circling my areola.
Maine apni salwar thodi aur neeche kheechi, enough ki hawa mere bare pussy ko chhu sake. Chiku ki aankhein faad kar khuli reh gayi. "Dekho mat... karo," maine sharmati hui kaha, lekin andar se khoob maza aa raha tha.
"Ab chalo," maine kaha, peshaab khatam hone ka natak karte hue, "Wapas jaate hain."
Bina naade baandhe, maine salwar upar ki aur ladke ko last kiss dete hue corridor se bahar nikli - Deenu ki taraf dekhti hui. Mera pallu jaan-bujhkar thoda khula hua, taaki woh meri bra ka strap dekh sake.
Bathroom se bahar aate hi maine notice kiya ki meri salwar ka ek pleat properly bandh hi nahi hua tha - hawa mein thoda sa khula hua. Chiku ki nazrein mere hips pe atki hui thi, jaise woh soch raha ho ki kya abhi bhi andar kuch nahi hai.
Maine slowly apni salwar sambhalti hui table ki taraf chal di, har kadam pe mehsoos karte hue ki kaise cotton ka kapda mere bare skin ko brush kar raha hai. "Allah... yeh hawa kaise har jagah pahunch jaati hai..." mere dimaag ne socha, jab thandi hawa ne directly meri exposed folds ko chhua.
Baithte hue maine apni thighs tightly chipkayi, lekin salwar ka pleat phir se khul gaya. Deenu ne notice kiya - uski aankhon mein woh dangerous spark tha jo mujhe pata tha. "Kuch hua?" Usne innocent tone mein pucha, jabki uska haath table ke neeche mere knee pe slide ho raha tha.
"Nahi... bas..." Main hichki, pallu ko tight kheenchte hue. Chiku doosre tables pe serve karte hue, lekin uski nazrein baar-baar mere cleavage pe aa kar atak rahi thi.
Maine apni bra strap adjust kiya, deliberately slow movements se taaki dono mardon ki nazrein uspe atki rahe. "App... thoda paani..." Main Deenu se kaha, jabki andar se soch rahi thi ki kaise Chiku ki ungli abhi tak meri inner thigh pe burn kar rahi hai.
Deenu ne glass diya, uski ungliyon ka meri wrist pe halka sa brush hona hi kaafi tha - main cheekh uthi. "Shhh..." Usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Public hai, yaad hai na?"
Maine apni thighs aur tight kiya, mehsoos karte hue ki kaise wetness ab salwar ke through bhi dikhne laga hogi.
"Ab ghar chalte hain," Deenu ne kaha, jacket mere kamar pe lapet kar. Uska haath meri bare waist pe halka sa ruka - garam touch jisse meri saans ruk si gayi.
Deenu ne bill diya, aur maine jaake chup k se Chiku ko apna phone number de diya.
Bike pe baithte hue maine mehsoos kiya—meri thighs ab bilkul open thi, aur Deenu ki reflection rearview mirror mein mujhe dekh rahi thi... uski smile ke saath.
Bike chalte hi raat ki hawa ne meri salwar ke khule pleats ko aur faila diya. Deenu ne speed badhaye rakhi — har turn pe uska pura jism mere against press ho raha tha. Main apni thighs ko jor se chipkane ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin hawa ka har jhonka mujhe yaad dila deta ki andar kuch bhi nahi hai...
"Deenu... thoda slow..." Main hichki, par usne sirf apna haath piche kiya aur mere bare thigh ko daboch liya. "Abhi toh shuruat hai," usne kaha, fingers ne halka sa pinch kiya.
Second Stop – 10 Minutes Later
Deenu ne bike ek broken streetlight ke neeche roki, jahan ka andhera itna gehna tha ki hum dono ka saath bas silhouettes mein dikh raha tha. Usne engine band kiya, aur silence mein sirf humari saansen sunai de rahi thi—meri tez aur bhari hui, uski controlled aur heavy.
"Kurta utaaro," usne kaha, voice mein woh roughness jo mere pet mein butterflies jaga deti thi.
Maine apne honton ko bite kiya, haath dheere se apni kurti ke buttons tak gaya. Har button khulte waqt cotton ka fabric mere nipples ko brush kar raha tha—unhooked bra ke through sensitivity aur bhi badh gayi. "App... yahan pe log—"
"Tumhari sharm hi toh mera maza hai," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, uska haath meri wrist pe aakar halka sa dabao diya.
Main neeche dekha—meri salwar ke pleats ab bilkul khul chuke the, hawa ka har jhonka direct bare skin ko chhu kar guzar raha tha. Kurti ke last button khulte hi maine apni baahon ko cross kiya, fabric ko shoulders se fisalte hue mehsoos kiya. "Bas khush?" Main hichki, jab uski nazrein meri bra pe atki hui—white cotton, jo moonlight mein chamak raha tha.
Usne eyebrow uthayi, "Poore rules follow karne hain, jaanu."
Ab mein sirf salwar mein thi—uske neeche kuch bhi nahi. Hawaa ne meri bare back ko chhua, goosebumps failate hue. Deenu ka haath meri waist pe aaya, fingers ne nabi ko trace kiya. "Tumhari skin... jaise garam silk hai," usne kaha, voice mein woh awe jo mujhe aur bhi gehri saans lene pe majboor kar deta tha.
Usne phir se bike start ki, lekin pehle apni jacket utaari aur mere shoulders pe daali. "Sheher mein ghusne se pehle," usne kaha, lekin jacket ke andar se uska haath meri bare back pe fisal gaya, neeche tak—thodi der ke liye mere buttocks ko halka sa dabate hue.
Residential Area – Mohalle Ki Galiyan
Galiyon mein lights jhalak rahe the—aunties chai peete hue, bachche late-night khelte hue. Deenu ne speed kam ki, har turn pe uska j!sm mere against press ho raha tha.
"Deenu... koi dekh lega," maine kaanpti awaaz mein kaha, jab ek aunty ne humari taraf curious nazre uthayi.
Usne sirf muskura kar mera haath pakda, "Tumhari salwar ka pleat khula hai... hawa mein lehra raha hai." Uske shabd ne meri thighs ke beech ek lehar si utha di.
Ek bachcha ball lete hue humare paas aaya—uski nazrein meri bare arms pe atki hui. "Bhabhi ji, aapko thand nahi lag rahi?" Usne innocently pucha.
Maine jacket ko tight kheench liya, cheeks garam hote hue. "N-Nahi beta..."
Deenu ne bike ko speed di, lekin pehle bachche ke kaan mein kuch kaha—"Jaake apni maa se pooch, kapde pehne bina ghumne ka maza." Bachka confused sa bhag gaya, lekin meri saansen ruk si gayi.
"App ne use kya—"
Ghar ka gate nazar aate hi hall ka light on tha. Deenu ne mera chin pakad kar uthaya, "Ab batao... kaise rahi humari date... janu...?"
Maine apni thighs ko jor se chipkaya, salwar ke khule pleats hawa mein lehraye. "App... andar koi hai..."
"Toh phir zor se chillana mat," usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, "Warna sab sun lenge tumhare moans."
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Ghar Ke Andar Ka Scene:
Jab hum andar ghuse, maine quickly check kiya—Raghu jhuggi mein nahi tha. "Thank god..." Mera dil dhadak raha tha, haath thar-thar kaanp rahe the. Maine lights off ki, aur andhere mein apni braa utaari—cotton ka soft fabric mere haathon se fisalta hua. "Rules clear the... no sex... no force..."* Main andar se remind karti rahi, lekin Deenu ka shadow mere bare j!sm ki taraf badhta hua mehsoos hua.
"Passionate kiss aur full night of love..." Mere honth apne aap khul gaye, jaise uske liye ready ho rahe hon.
Deenu ne mujhe apni taraf kheencha, uska haath meri nangi waist pe fisal gaya. "Kitni garm ho tum..." Usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, uski saans meri neck pe mehsoos hui.
Maine apne haath uske baalon mein ghonse, lips ko respond karte hue. "Tumhari har rule follow ki maine..." Main hichki, jab uska haath meri thighs pe upar slide hua.
"Par tumhari aankhein abhi bhi dar rahi hain," usne kaha, kissing down my neck. "Yeh wohi sharm hai jo mujhe tumhare liye pagal karti hai."
Maine apni aankhein band kar li, lekin usne mujhe push kiya sofa pe. "Aankhein kholo," usne order diya, "Main chahta hoon tum dekh sako..."
Jab maine aankhein kholi, usne apni shirt utaari—moonlight uske toned chest pe chamak raha tha. "Deenu..." Mera haath automatically uski taraf badha, uski skin ko touch karte hue.
"Tumhari turn hai," usne kaha, meri salwar ki side mein haath daalkar. "Khud karo... main dekhna chahta hoon."
Maine slowly pleats kholi, hawaa mein apni bare skin ka ehsaas hote hi. "Bas... ab?" Main puchi, lekin usne sirf smile kiya aur mujhe apne upar pull kiya.
"Ab woh raat shuru hoti hai," usne kaha, "Jisme tumhari har limit cross hogi..."
Andhera... Sirf Andhera...
Jhuggi ka andhera hum dono ke beech ka sabse gehra raaz ban gaya. Deenu ne mujhe khatiya pe gently push kiya, uska j!sm mere upar aate hue ek dum se ruka. "Nahi... tumhe dekh nahi sakta," usne kaha, voice mein woh frustration jo control kiye ja rahi thi.
Maine uske baalon mein haath phéray, "Par feel toh kar sakte ho na?"
Uske honthon ne meri neck ko explore kiya—pehle halke se kisses, phir teeth ka gentle scrape. Main cheekh uthi jab uska haath meri nangi waist se upar slide hua. Usne mere lips pe kiss karte hue.
Hum zameen pe let gye, Deenu ne mujhe apni tarf spoon kiya. Uska hard SS mera p!chhe press ho raha tha, aur main apni hips ko unconsciously piche push karne lagi.
"Aah... Deenu..."
Usne mujhe tight pakda, "Shhh... bas feel kar."
Har grind ke saath ek nayi wave of pleasure failti, lekin penetration ka boundary cross nahi hua. Ek baar uska haath neeche gaya, uske l@und ko meri choot se touch karne, lekin maine uska wrist pakad liya. "Nahi jaanu... aaj nahi."
2 baje raat tak hum bas cuddle karte rahe, kabhi-kabhi deep kisses ke liye uth kar. Ek baar usne pucha, "Kab tak aise hi?"
Maine unke forehead ko chhua, "Jab tak tum ready na ho jao."
Subah tak hum dono exhausted ho kar so gaye—Deenu ka arm mere chest pe, mera haath uski thigh pe.
Jab hum andar ghuse, maine quickly check kiya—Raghu jhuggi mein nahi tha. "Thank god..." Mera dil dhadak raha tha, haath thar-thar kaanp rahe the. Maine lights off ki, aur andhere mein apni braa utaari—cotton ka soft fabric mere haathon se fisalta hua. "Rules clear the... no sex... no force..."* Main andar se remind karti rahi, lekin Deenu ka shadow mere bare j!sm ki taraf badhta hua mehsoos hua.
"Passionate kiss aur full night of love..." Mere honth apne aap khul gaye, jaise uske liye ready ho rahe hon.
Deenu ne mujhe apni taraf kheencha, uska haath meri nangi waist pe fisal gaya. "Kitni garm ho tum..." Usne mere kaan mein ghunghta, uski saans meri neck pe mehsoos hui.
Maine apne haath uske baalon mein ghonse, lips ko respond karte hue. "Tumhari har rule follow ki maine..." Main hichki, jab uska haath meri thighs pe upar slide hua.
"Par tumhari aankhein abhi bhi dar rahi hain," usne kaha, kissing down my neck. "Yeh wohi sharm hai jo mujhe tumhare liye pagal karti hai."
Maine apni aankhein band kar li, lekin usne mujhe push kiya sofa pe. "Aankhein kholo," usne order diya, "Main chahta hoon tum dekh sako..."
Jab maine aankhein kholi, usne apni shirt utaari—moonlight uske toned chest pe chamak raha tha. "Deenu..." Mera haath automatically uski taraf badha, uski skin ko touch karte hue.
"Tumhari turn hai," usne kaha, meri salwar ki side mein haath daalkar. "Khud karo... main dekhna chahta hoon."
Maine slowly pleats kholi, hawaa mein apni bare skin ka ehsaas hote hi. "Bas... ab?" Main puchi, lekin usne sirf smile kiya aur mujhe apne upar pull kiya.
"Ab woh raat shuru hoti hai," usne kaha, "Jisme tumhari har limit cross hogi..."
Andhera... Sirf Andhera...
Jhuggi ka andhera hum dono ke beech ka sabse gehra raaz ban gaya. Deenu ne mujhe khatiya pe gently push kiya, uska j!sm mere upar aate hue ek dum se ruka. "Nahi... tumhe dekh nahi sakta," usne kaha, voice mein woh frustration jo control kiye ja rahi thi.
Maine uske baalon mein haath phéray, "Par feel toh kar sakte ho na?"
Uske honthon ne meri neck ko explore kiya—pehle halke se kisses, phir teeth ka gentle scrape. Main cheekh uthi jab uska haath meri nangi waist se upar slide hua. Usne mere lips pe kiss karte hue.
Hum zameen pe let gye, Deenu ne mujhe apni tarf spoon kiya. Uska hard SS mera p!chhe press ho raha tha, aur main apni hips ko unconsciously piche push karne lagi.
"Aah... Deenu..."
Usne mujhe tight pakda, "Shhh... bas feel kar."
Har grind ke saath ek nayi wave of pleasure failti, lekin penetration ka boundary cross nahi hua. Ek baar uska haath neeche gaya, uske l@und ko meri choot se touch karne, lekin maine uska wrist pakad liya. "Nahi jaanu... aaj nahi."
2 baje raat tak hum bas cuddle karte rahe, kabhi-kabhi deep kisses ke liye uth kar. Ek baar usne pucha, "Kab tak aise hi?"
Maine unke forehead ko chhua, "Jab tak tum ready na ho jao."
Subah tak hum dono exhausted ho kar so gaye—Deenu ka arm mere chest pe, mera haath uski thigh pe.
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Whole Story was written by me, but someone has already posted the volume 1/2 xforum, so you can read it from there.
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Search Same title A Dream Come True
Also Added again from beginning
Volume 01 - Awakening - Added by Me
Volume 02 - Putra Vadhu - Added by some friend, earlier drafts, NOT FINAL
Also Added again from beginning
Volume 01 - Awakening - Added by Me
Volume 02 - Putra Vadhu - Added by some friend, earlier drafts, NOT FINAL
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