Pyaar Ki Tabaahi

Chapter 1: Jalte Rishton Ki Aag

Deeksha ki aankhon mein ek aisi aag thi jo har mard ko jala deti thi. Woh ek aisi aurat thi jo apni sharton pe jeeti thi, kisi ke aage nahi jhukti thi. Uski patli kamar, gehri aankhein, aur woh muskurahat jo kisi ka bhi dil chura le—Peter ko toh pehli nazar mein hi uspe fida kar diya tha. Peter, ek gora angrez, lamba, chauda, aur uski baaton mein ek ajeeb sa jadoo. Woh Deeksha ka lover tha, aur dono ke beech ka rishta sirf jism ka nahi, balki ek gahri samajhdari ka bhi tha. Lekin yeh kahani tab aur teekhi ho gayi jab Deeksha ke shauhar, Yash, ko in dono ke raaz ka pata chala.

Yash, ek seedha-sa aadmi, apni biwi ko devi samajhta tha. Lekin aaj raat, jab woh ghar lauta, usne Deeksha ko Peter ke saath apne hi bedroom ki khidki se dekha. Dono ek doosre ke itne kareeb the ki Yash ka dil dhadam se ruk sa gaya. Woh chhupkar dekhta raha, uska gussa aur beizzati ka ehsaas uske andar ek ajeeb si garmi ban raha tha.

'Ye kya kar rahi ho, Deeksha?' Yash ne apne man mein socha, lekin awaaz nahi nikali. Woh bas dekhta raha.

Andar, Deeksha ne Peter ki shirt ke button khole, uski chaati pe ungliyaan pherti hui boli, 'Tumhe pata hai na, Peter, main kisi ke saath compromise nahi karti. Agar Yash ko pata chala toh kya? Main toh tumhe chhodne wali nahi.'

Peter ne hanskar uski kamar pakdi aur use apne kareeb kheench liya. 'Deeksha, tumhari yeh himmat hi toh mujhe paagal karti hai. Yash kya karega? Woh toh tumhare aage kuch bol hi nahi sakta.'

Deeksha ne ek thandi muskurahat ke saath kaha, 'Woh bolta nahi, lekin dekhta zaroor hai. Shayad abhi bhi dekh raha ho.' Usne ek pal ke liye khidki ki taraf dekha, jaise use pata ho ki Yash wahan hai. 'Chalo, use dikha dete hain ki asli maza kya hota hai.'

Peter ne uske honton pe apne honth rakh diye, ek gehra, garam chumban jo dono ko ek doosre mein ghulne pe majboor kar raha tha. Deeksha ki saansein teez ho gayi, uska haath Peter ke trouser ki zip tak pahuncha. 'Tumhara yeh hard cock mujhe abhi chahiye,' usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si pyaas.

Peter ne uski saree ka pallu khinch diya, uske nange kandhon ko chumte hue bola, 'Tumhari yeh wet pussy ke liye main kitna taras raha tha, Deeksha.' Woh dono ek doosre ke kapde utaarne lage, unki garmi aur josh se kamra bhar gaya. Deeksha ki aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi, jaise woh Yash ko challenge kar rahi ho—'Dekh, yeh hai asli sukoon.'

Wahan bahar, Yash ki saansein teez ho rahi thi, uska gussa aur beizzati ab ek ajeeb si excitement mein badal rahi thi. Woh apni biwi ko Peter ke saath dekh raha tha, aur uske andar ek ajeeb si pyaas jag rahi thi. Kya woh rokega? Ya bas dekhta rahega? Yeh toh abhi shuruaat thi.