Adultery Desi Desires

[Hills]

Arya and Sajid where are you. We arre waiting for you love story. I want sajid to love her and make her his soulmate. Arya please come back and marry him

 

[netsunil]

Din hafto mein badal gaye, aur lockdown ka koi ant dikhai nahi de raha tha. Arya ne news pe nazar rakhi, par har din duniya ke halaat aur kharab hote ja rahe the. Lag raha tha ke woh yahan lambi race ke liye atak gayi thi.

Apne parents se Arya ka contact regular tha. Unhe uski chinta thi—ek beti India mein phasi hui, itni door! Uske papa ne kaha ke woh jaldi se jaldi use lene aayenge, par Arya ne mana kar diya. Coronavirus ka khatra abhi bhi unknown tha, aur agar unhe kuch ho gaya toh Arya khud ko kabhi maaf nahi kar pati. Usne unhe dilasa diya ke woh thik hai, par parents toh parents hote hain—chinta toh banta hai.

Sumit ke saath bhi woh baat karti rahi. Facetime kabhi-kabhi kaam karta, par yahan ka spotty wifi ne unhe zyaadatar calls aur texts pe majboor kar diya. Yeh sab Arya ke liye thoda depressing tha. Usse Sumit ke saath hona chahiye tha—uski baahon mein, uske touch ko mehsoos karte hue. Uska jism ek intimate connection ke liye taras raha tha, ek aisa physical contact jo usse ab mahino se nahi mila.

Sumit bhi frustrated tha, par uska yeh frustration dikhane ka tareeka Arya ko aur udaas kar deta. Woh openly toh kuch nahi kehta, par uski baaton mein ek chhupa sa blame tha—jaise agar Arya abroad study nahi karti ya pandemic ke shuruaat mein jaldi wapas aa jati, toh yeh sab nahi hota. Arya jaanti thi ke yeh uska guilt bol raha tha, par andar hi andar usme thodi si resentment bhi badh rahi thi.

Dono ne sexting try kiya—Arya ne kuch bold photos bheji, aur Sumit ne bhi waisa hi kiya. Par yeh kaam nahi kiya. Sumit ko uski photos pasand thi, uski needs ko thoda shant karta tha, par Arya ke liye uske dick pics mein woh baat nahi thi. Screen pe ek chhoti si 2D tasveer uske libido ko jagati nahi—uske liye asli touch, feel, aur closeness chahiye thi. Phone sex bhi try kiya, par woh bhi uske liye utna fulfilling nahi tha. Uska apna haath aur chhota sa vibrator jo woh saath layi thi, woh bhi uski bechaini ko shant nahi kar pa rahe the.

Arya hamesha se ek intimate insaan thi—pyaar aur closeness uski energy thi. Har virtual try usse aur frustrate karti thi, jaise koi tease kar raha ho. Finally, usne Sumit se sexting kam kar diya. Sumit thoda upset hua, par usne Arya ke perspective ko samajhne ki koshish ki. Yeh uske liye tough tha, kyunki Sumit ke liye yeh virtual stuff kaam karta tha, par Arya ke liye nahi. Usne apni feelings ko priority di—aur yeh sahi bhi tha. Agar woh apni needs ko ignore karti, toh shayad woh pagal ho jati!

Usne apna focus studies pe, online kaam pe, aur workouts pe daala. Cliché tha, par busy rehna uski frustration ko distract karta tha. Par is chhote se flat mein karne ko zyada kuch nahi tha. Bahar jaana abhi bhi restricted tha—sirf supplies ke liye nikalna allowed tha, aur woh bhi Sajid hi karta tha, kyunki woh local tha aur police foreigners ko shak ki nazar se dekhti thi.

Arya ko maan na padega ke Sajid ek lifesaver tha. Shuruaat mein usse laga tha ke yeh bhi baki creepy mardon jaisa hoga, par woh alag nikla. Haan, kabhi-kabhi woh uski tareef karta—uske looks, uski smile—but yeh sab Arya ko ab playful politeness lagta tha, na ke serious flirting.

Sajid kaafi resourceful bhi tha. Jab bhi woh bahar jata, Arya ke liye women’s products laata, aur yahan washing machine na hone ki wajah se uske kapde bhi dho deta. Arya ko thoda bura lagta ke woh itna kuch karta tha, par lockdown mein uske paas koi option nahi tha. Woh bas ghar ke kaam mein uski help karke apna hissa ada karti thi.

Arya aur Sajid ka rishta ab kaafi achha ho gaya tha. Din bhar woh ghar ke kaam karte, life ke bare mein baatein karte, ya Sajid ke mazedaar kisse sunte. Uske dil mein Sajid ek achha dost ban gaya tha—ya shayad ek desi nana ji jaisa. Bas yahi tha unka rishta, na? Par kabhi-kabhi, jab Sajid usse dekhta, uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak hoti thi, aur Arya ke jism mein ek subtle, sensual thrill daud jata tha. Yeh lockdown ek unexpected kahani ban raha tha, aur uska dil is naye adventure ke liye thodi si bechaini mehsoos kar raha tha.




Ek din, Arya apne room mein yoga mat pe leti hui thi, apne daily workout ke liye. Usne apne haathon se khud ko uthaya aur torso ko aage ki taraf stretch kiya, ek perfect arch banate hue. Uske pink sports bra aur tight grey yoga pants uske curvy jism ko ekdum highlight kar rahe the. Mid-stretch mein thi jab achanak darwaze pe ek knock hua.

“Arre, tu wahan hai kya?” Sajid ki awaaz bahar se aayi.

Arya ne ek lambi saans chhodi, apne stretch ko complete karte hue composure banaye rakha. “Haan, andar aa jao,” usne kaha. Jaise hi Sajid ne darwaza dhire se khola, uski aankhein badi ho gayi. Arya mat pe leti thi, uski taraf peeth karke, aur uske yoga pants uske hips ke curves ko ekdum perfectly dikhate hue. Sajid ki nazrein uske toned legs aur round hips pe tiki, ek hungry spark ke saath.

“Kya baat hai, Sajid ji?” Arya ne poocha, apni aankhein band karke, apni breathing ko control karte hue, bilkul unaware ke Sajid uske jism ko kitni teekhi nazron se dekh raha tha.

“Uh, tu bathroom jaldi use karne wali hai kya?” usne thodi hesitation ke saath poocha.

Arya ne dhire se apne hips ko upar uthaya, ek downward-facing dog pose mein, uske perfect curves ab Sajid ke saamne ekdum bold. Sajid ka gala sookh gaya, aur uske pyjama mein ek instant bulge dikhne laga. “Nahi, abhi nahi. Main yoga kar rahi hoon, jaise tum dekh sakte ho,” usne polite andaaz mein kaha, abhi bhi bilkul unaware ke uski pose Sajid ke dil mein kya aag laga rahi thi.

“Thik hai! Tu apna kaam kar, main chalta hoon,” Sajid ne kaha, par darwaza band karne se pehle usne ek lambi nazar uske tempting figure pe daali, har second ko soak karte hue.

Sajid jab se Arya yahan aayi thi, uspe dheere-dheere kaam kar raha tha. Uska extra polite aur courteous behavior uske guard ko neeche karne ke liye tha. Woh har chhoti cheez jo Arya ke liye mangti thi—pandemic ke is chaos mein dhoondhna koi asaan kaam nahi tha. Par Sajid ne har effort lagayi, yeh sochte hue ke yeh sab ek din uske liye thoroughly reward karega—ek deep, passionate reward. Uska dil aur jism dono uske liye taras rahe the.

Aaj usne decide kiya ke woh thodi bold move karega. Pichla hafta uske liye apne primal urges ko control karna ek struggle tha. Itne time baad ek sundar, jawan ladki uske ghar mein thi—yeh kya, god ka gift tha ya bas luck? Jo bhi ho, Sajid ke liye bas ek hi cheez matter karti thi—use Arya ko apne bistar pe lana tha, aur apne dil ke sare desires ko unleash karna tha.

Sajid jaanta tha ke Arya bhi utni hi frustrated thi jitna woh. Uski chhoti-chhoti movements—kabhi slight fidget jab uska haath uske knee ya hip pe lagta, ya uske bold compliments pe uska thoda shy response—sab yeh batata tha. Flat ke patle walls ke wajah se, usne Arya ke phone sex attempts sune the, aur yeh bhi notice kiya ke woh kabhi satisfied nahi thi. Sajid ne uski sensitivity test ki thi—kabhi uske knee pe haath rakha, kabhi uske hip pe lightly touch kiya, par hamesha careful raha ke uska asli plan na dikhe.

Arya ko kuch chahiye tha—ek spark, ek touch, ek real connection. Sajid yeh jaanta tha, aur ab use bas yeh dikhana tha ke woh yeh sab de sakta hai. Is lockdown mein, uska mann ek spicy, forbidden kahani ke liye bechain tha, aur Arya ka jism bhi usi tarah ke ek thrill ke liye taras raha tha.



Kuch aur minute yoga karne ke baad, Arya khadi hui aur ek lambi saans chhodi. "Hay... kitna accha laga!" usne khushi se kaha. Apne phone ko check kiya to dekha ki Sumit ka message aaya tha.

"Hay, tu kya kar rahi hai?" message mein likha tha.

Arya ne muskurate hue jawab diya, "Bas abhi yoga khatam kiya. Tu kya kar raha hai?" Usne apne pink sports bra aur tight grey yoga pants ko theek kiya, jo uske curves ko aur highlight kar rahe the.

Sumit ka jawab turant aaya. "Bistar par leta hoon... neend nahi aa rahi. Bas tera hi khayal aa raha hai..." Time zone ka fark itna tha ki jab Arya free hoti, Sumit sone ki taiyari mein hota. Arya ne aankhen ghumaee aur ek chhoti si smile di, samajhte hue ki ye baat kahan ja rahi thi.

"Achha? Mere bare mein kya soch raha hai?" Usne text kiya, thoda masti bhare andaz mein. Chat mein teen dots nachne lage.

"Tu jaanti hai... tera figure, woh sab... tujhe bahut miss kar raha hoon." Arya ne phir se muskuraya, par jitna accha lag raha tha ki Sumit uske liye tadap raha hai, use khud ko aur uttejit nahi karna tha. Use pata tha ki wo apni is bechaini ko theek"Nahi kar sakti.

"Are, bechara. Par Sumit, tujhe yaad hai na maine kya kaha tha? Main bas... sorry, please samajh," usne dil se text kiya. Kuch pal tak Sumit ki taraf se koi jawab nahi aaya. Arya ko bura lagne laga ki wo uski frustration mein madad nahi kar pa rahi thi. Par use ye bhi pata tha ki jitna wo Sumit ki madad karne ki koshish karti, utni hi uski apni bechaini badhti. Wo chahti thi ki wo uske saath hoti, ya wo yahan hota. Par ye mumkin nahi tha, aur unki is problem ka koi aisa hal nahi dikha raha tha jo dono ko sukoon de.

"Haan... theek hai... main samajhta hoon," aakhirkaar Sumit ka jawab aaya. Arya ko uske message mein nirasha saaf dikhi.

Agale kuch minute tak, Arya ne baat ko halka karne ki koshish ki, kuch aisa jo Sumit ke liye kam uttejak ho, aur uske liye bhi. Dono ne America mein kya chal raha hai, is bare mein baat karne ki koshish ki. Par 'koshish' hi thi. Sumit ke texts mein uski bechaini saaf jhalak rahi thi. Uske message chhote-chhote the, aur uski udasi unme chhupi thi. Use Arya se kuch chahiye tha, jo wo use de nahi pa rahi thi.

Aakhirkaar, Arya ne jhallate huye text kiya, "U"F, Sumit, kya baat hai? Itna frustrate kyun hai tu?"

"Kya matlab? Main theek hoon. Jaisa tune kaha, hum vo sab nahi kar sakte. To bas apni takleef jhel raha hoon." Arya ki aankhen hairani se badi ho gai.

"Ye kya bol raha hai?!" Usne gusse mein apne aap se kaha. Kya vo use guilt-trip karne ki koshish kar raha tha? Gusse mein aakar, usne teji se type kiya, "Sumit, tu aisa mat kar! Tujhe lagta hai mujhe tujhe is haal mein dekhna acha lag raha hai? Aur mera kya? Main bhi utna hi tadap rahi hoon jitna tu!"

"Arya, tu ne kuch waqt se photos nahi bheje. Thoda mushkil ho raha hai. Main jyada nahi maang raha."

"Bigda hua bacha ban raha hai kya?!" Arya ko vishwas nahi ho raha tha. "Pehle jo photos bheje vo kafi nahi?" Usne gusse mein text kiya. Sumit ko vo bahut pyaar karti thi, par ab vo use sachmuch pareshan kar raha tha.

"Mera matlab... vo purane ho gaye. Mujhe kuch... naya chahiye, samajh rahi hai?" Sumit ne jawab diya. Arya ki aankhen screen par thehar gai, uska mood ekdam kharab. "Kya bakwas hai..." usne dheere se kaha.

"Bas itni si baat? Tujhe bas meri aur photos chahiye?" Usne sawalKiya. Sumit ka jawab aane mein thoda waqt laga.

"Haan... matlab, haan. Agar tu nahi chahti to..." Arya ne aankhein ghumaayi. Phone uthaaya, aur ek jaldi se selfie li, jisme uski pink sports bra se thoda sa cleavage dikha raha tha.

Foto bhejte hue usne likha, "Lo. Tu mujhe gussa dila raha hai, bas itna hi milega. Goodnight."

hot and nice update but what next