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### Episode 3 – “Subah Ka Pehla Target”
Subah 6:27 AM, Gokuldham Compound.
Jethalal ne abhi abhi naha-dhoke nayi white T-shirt aur track-pant pehna hai. Body mein ek alag si energy hai, jaise 25 saal ka ho gaya ho. Baalon mein thoda gel lagaya, perfume maara… aur compound mein utra.
Ananya ki awaaz dimaag mein goonjti hai (soft, teasing tone):
“Jethu baby… 6:30 sharp. Babita ji aa rahi hain. Timer on.”
Jethalal dheere-dheere compound mein walk kar raha hai, jaise kuch pata nahi… lekin dil zor-zor se dhadak raha hai.
6:30 bajte hi gate khulta hai.
Babita ji jogging se wapas aa rahi hain.
Black sports bra, tight high-waist leggings, ponytail halki geeli… poora badan paseene se chamak raha hai. Cleavage pe paseene ki boondein lahar-la lahar aa rahi hain. Uski saansein tez, chest upar-neeche ho raha hai. Aaj woh had se zyada hot lag rahi hai.
Babita Jethalal ko dekhte hi ruk jaati hai, dono haath kamar pe rakh ke saans leti hai.
Babita (hairiya hue, shocked smile):
“Arre Jethalal ji?! Aap itni subah?? Yeh kya… health conscious ho gaye ho aap??”
Jethalal seedha khada ho jaata hai, thoda sa six-pack dikhane ke liye T-shirt thoda upar karta hai.
Jethalal (muskurate hue):
“Babita ji… bas thodi si morning walk. Aap toh roz karti hain na… mujhe bhi laga ab shuru kar deta hu. Aap jaise fit rehna hai ab.”
Babita nazrein neeche karti hai, Jethalal ke abs pe rukti hain ek second ke liye, phir sharma ke upar dekhti hai.
Babita (double meaning smile):
“Wah… bahut achha decision liya aapne. Body toh waise bhi… bahut tight lag rahi hai aaj aapki.”
Ananya (dimaag mein):
“Jethu, jackpot! Lagta hai aapko aaj ka pehla reality-altering idea mil gaya. Bol do na… abhi use kar lo. Main script ready rakhi hai.”
Jethalal thoda sa has deta hai, ek kadam aage badhta hai.
Jethalal:
“Babita ji… sach bolun? Aapko jogging karte dekh ke hi motivation mila. Aap jab aise paseene mein… matlab glow karti hain na, toh dil karta hai roz subah aapke saath walk kar loon.”
Babita ki saansein aur tez ho jaati hain. Woh apne honthon pe jeebh pher deti hai.
Babita (husky awaaz mein):
“Jethalal ji… aap bhi na… itne bade flirt ho gaye ho achanak. Iyer ko pata chala toh jal jaayega.”
Tabhi peeche se awaaz aati hai…
Iyer: “Good morning, Jethalal ji!”
Iyer bhi jogging se wapas aa raha hai, haath mein water bottle. Woh Babita ke paas aake khada ho jaata hai, possessive style mein haath uski kamar pe rakh deta hai.
Iyer (taana maarte hue):
“Arre wah! Aaj hamare Jethalal ji bhi subah-subah uth gaye? Kya baat hai… koi special reason?”
Jethalal bilkul cool:
“Good morning, Iyer bhai! Bas thodi si sehat ka khayal rakhne lage hain.”
Iyer (sarcastic): “Achha achha… theek hai, chalo Babita, ghar chalen. Nahana hai.”
Babita thodi si naa-nukur karti hai, phir Iyer ke saath chal padti hai.
Dono B-wing ki taraf jaate hain.
Lift ke paas pahunch kar Babita ek baar peeche mudti hai.
Jethalal door se dekh raha hai.
Babita dheere se apne neeche wale honth ko daaton se dabati hai… aankhon mein ek wild si smirk… aur seedhe Jethalal ki aankhon mein dekhte hue ek flying kiss blow karti hai (bilkul chhup ke, Iyer ko pata nahi chalta).
Lift ka darwaza band.
Jethalal wahi khada reh jaata hai, saans ruk gayi hai.
Ananya (dimaag mein, excited):
“Target locked aur loaded, Jethu baby!
Signal 100% green.
Aaj raat 11 baje Babita ji ka flat… maine already plan ready kar diya.
Reality-altering power use karna hai ya naturally khelna hai? Decision abhi lo… time kam hai.”
Jethalal dheere se muskurata hai, compound mein akela khada.
Jethalal (khud se):
“Abhi toh shuruaat hai, Ananya… abhi toh poora Gokuldham dekhna baaki hai.”
To be continued…
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### Episode 4 – “Anjali Ka Secret”
Subah 10:30 baje, Gada Electronics ka naya head-office, Andheri East.
Jethalal apni nayi Mercedes Maybach se utarta hai aur muh khula reh jaata hai.
Samne 7-manjila glass building, upar bada sa neon sign:
GADA ELECTRONICS – India’s No.1 Consumer Electronics Brand
Neeche entry pe bada sa fountain, do taraf security salute maar rahe hain.
Jethalal (shock mein): “Yeh… yeh meri dukaan??”
Ananya (dimaag mein, hansti hui):
“Jethu baby, unlimited wealth ka matlab hi yeh hai. Tumhe laga paisa bas wallet mein aayega? Poora empire ban gaya tera.”
Entry pe Bawri khadi hai – red bodycon dress, high heels, hair open, makeup killer. Bagha uska haath pakad ke khada hai, dono full couple mode mein.
Bawri (muskura ke): “Good morning, sir! Welcome to head-office!”
Jethalal ka muh khula ka khula reh jaata hai.
“Yeh… Bawri?? Tu itni… matlab… wah!”
Bagha (khushi se): “Jethabhai, ab aapko office aane ki zarurat nahi. Saara kaam hum dono sambhal lenge. Aap ghar pe aaram karo, duniya ghumo, jo dil kare!”
Jethalal jidd karta hai: “Arre nahi Bagha, main kaam karunga!”
Bawri aankh maarte hue: “Sir please… hum log handle kar lenge. Aap bas enjoy karo life.”
Jethalal haar maan leta hai. Dophar 1 baje wapas society laut-ta hai.
Raaste mein har jagah Gada Electronics ke bade-bade hoardings –
Virat Kohli, Deepika Padukone, Ranveer Singh sab Gada ka LED TV pakde khade hain.
Society gate pe Abdul daud ke aata hai.
Abdul (haath jod ke): “Welcome Jetha sir! Welcome! Aaj kaise khidmat karun? Cold drink? Soda? Kuch bhi boliye!”
Ananya (softly):
“Jethu, tune poori Gokuldham Society hi khareed li hai. Sab flats ka maintenance, electricity bill, sab tu hi deta hai. Abdul ki dukaan bhi tune hi banwayi thi 10 saal pehle, isliye woh tera ghulam hai.”
Jethalal Abdul ke saath soda peeta hai, phir apne flat ki taraf jaata hai.
C-wing ke paudhon ke paas Anjali Taarak Mehta ki biwi khadi hai – white cotton saree, pallu thoda neeche, geeli aankhein, paudhon ko paani de rahi hai. Paani ka chheenta uski saree pe bhi pad raha hai, blouse chipak gaya hai.
Anjali Jethalal ko dekhte hi ruk jaati hai. Uske haathon mein kampan, saansein tez.
Anjali (dhimi awaaz mein): “Jethalal ji… aap… aaj itni jaldi aa gaye?”
Jethalal ko pehle kuch galat nahi lagta. Woh bas smile karta hai.
Jethalal: “Haan Anjali bhabhi, bas thoda kaam jaldi khatam ho gaya.”
Anjali ek kadam aage badhti hai, paani ka pipe haath mein hi.
Anjali (shikayat bhare lazzat se): “Aap na… mujhse bilkul acche se baat nahi karte. Hamesha door-door rehna…”
Jethalal confused: “Arre bhabhi aisa kahan? Main toh…”
Ananya (has has ke):
“Jethu yaar, tu sach mein andha hai kya? Ladki abhi jhadne wali hai tere saamne khadi hokar! Hint pakad, bhai!”
Jethalal (mann mein): “Arre nahi Ananya, Anjali bhabhi ke liye main aisa kabhi nahi soch sakta. Madhvi bhabhi, Komal, Roshan tak toh theek… lekin Anjali bhabhi nahi!”
Ananya (naughty tone):
“Jethu baby, yeh powers limits mein rehne ke liye nahi mili thi. Limits todne ke liye mili thi. Dekh usko… abhi bhi dekh rahi hai jaise tujhe kha jayegi.”
Jethalal ab dhyan se dekhta hai – Anjali ki saree pallu neeche sarak chuka hai, cleavage saaf dikh raha hai, honth kaamp rahe hain.
Jethalal (khud se dheere se): “Waise… dekha jaaye toh Anjali bhabhi bhi kisi apsara se kam nahi…”
Ananya: “Bingo! Aur naturally dekha jaaye toh society ki sabse hot aurat yeh hi hai. Aur sabse easy target bhi. Taarak bhai toh office mein 18 ghante rehte hain, ghar pe kabhi dhyan hi nahi dete.”
Tabhi Taarak lift se utarta hai.
Taarak: “Arre Jethalal! Chal andar chai peete hain!”
Anjali (muskura ke): “Haan Jethalal ji, andar aaiye na…”
Jethalal bapuji ka naam lekar nikal jaata hai. Ghar jaake bapuji-Tapu ke saath khana khaata hai aur so jaata hai.
Raat 10:30 baje, bistar pe.
Ananya: “Jethu… abhi din khatam nahi hua. Reality-altering power waste mat karo. Ek baar use kar lo.”
Jethalal: “Kya karun?”
Ananya: “Simple… bol do:
‘Anjali Taarak Mehta aaj raat se meri secret biwi hai. Kal hum dono shaadi kar rahe hain. Sirf hum dono ko pata hoga, baaki duniya ko nahi.’”
Jethalal ek minute sochta hai… phir aankh band karke bol deta hai:
“Anjali Taarak Mehta aaj raat se meri secret biwi ban chuki hai. Kal hum dono shaadi kar rahe hain. Yeh baat sirf hum dono ko pata hai, baaki duniya ko nahi.”
Dimaag mein golden flash!
Phone vibrate karta hai. Ek unknown number se WhatsApp message:
Anjali
: “Jethu… finally kal humari shaadi hai ♡
Aaj raat 12 baje mere flat aa jao… Taarak office mein hai, poori raat nahi aayega.
Main red saree pehen ke wait karungi… jaldi aana please.”
Neeche purani chats khul jaati hain – 4 saal purane messages, photos, voice notes… sab kuch.
Jethalal ki memories reshuffle hone lagti hain.
Flashback (4 saal pehle):
Daya 5 saal se Ahmedabad mein atki hui thi. Sundar roz naya jhooth bolta – “Bas 15 din aur”.
Jethalal akela, depressed.
Ek raat Anjali aati hai garam garam thepla leke.
Anjali: “Jethalal ji… aap itne pareshan kyun rehte ho? Main hu na…”
Woh baithti hai, haath uske kandhe pe rakhti hai.
Jethalal ro deta hai. Anjali usko gale laga leti hai.
Phir dheere-dheere baatein… raaton tak WhatsApp pe messages… chhup chhup ke balcony pe mulakatein… pehla kiss lift mein jab light chali gayi thi… pehla intimate moment Anjali ke flat pe jab Taarak Madras gaye the 3 din ke liye.
Flashback khatam.
Jethalal bistar pe uth ke baith jaata hai, saans tez.
Ananya (pyar se):
“Welcome back to reality, Jethu baby… ab Anjali sach mein teri secret biwi hai.
12 bajne mein 1 ghanta bacha hai. Red shirt pehen lo… woh pasand hai usko.”
Jethalal muskurata hai… aankhon mein ek alag si chamak.
To be continued…
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Fantastic update❤### Episode 4 – “Anjali Ka Secret”
Subah 10:30 baje, Gada Electronics ka naya head-office, Andheri East.
Jethalal apni nayi Mercedes Maybach se utarta hai aur muh khula reh jaata hai.
Samne 7-manjila glass building, upar bada sa neon sign:
GADA ELECTRONICS – India’s No.1 Consumer Electronics Brand
Neeche entry pe bada sa fountain, do taraf security salute maar rahe hain.
Jethalal (shock mein): “Yeh… yeh meri dukaan??”
Ananya (dimaag mein, hansti hui):
“Jethu baby, unlimited wealth ka matlab hi yeh hai. Tumhe laga paisa bas wallet mein aayega? Poora empire ban gaya tera.”
Entry pe Bawri khadi hai – red bodycon dress, high heels, hair open, makeup killer. Bagha uska haath pakad ke khada hai, dono full couple mode mein.
Bawri (muskura ke): “Good morning, sir! Welcome to head-office!”
Jethalal ka muh khula ka khula reh jaata hai.
“Yeh… Bawri?? Tu itni… matlab… wah!”
Bagha (khushi se): “Jethabhai, ab aapko office aane ki zarurat nahi. Saara kaam hum dono sambhal lenge. Aap ghar pe aaram karo, duniya ghumo, jo dil kare!”
Jethalal jidd karta hai: “Arre nahi Bagha, main kaam karunga!”
Bawri aankh maarte hue: “Sir please… hum log handle kar lenge. Aap bas enjoy karo life.”
Jethalal haar maan leta hai. Dophar 1 baje wapas society laut-ta hai.
Raaste mein har jagah Gada Electronics ke bade-bade hoardings –
Virat Kohli, Deepika Padukone, Ranveer Singh sab Gada ka LED TV pakde khade hain.
Society gate pe Abdul daud ke aata hai.
Abdul (haath jod ke): “Welcome Jetha sir! Welcome! Aaj kaise khidmat karun? Cold drink? Soda? Kuch bhi boliye!”
Ananya (softly):
“Jethu, tune poori Gokuldham Society hi khareed li hai. Sab flats ka maintenance, electricity bill, sab tu hi deta hai. Abdul ki dukaan bhi tune hi banwayi thi 10 saal pehle, isliye woh tera ghulam hai.”
Jethalal Abdul ke saath soda peeta hai, phir apne flat ki taraf jaata hai.
C-wing ke paudhon ke paas Anjali Taarak Mehta ki biwi khadi hai – white cotton saree, pallu thoda neeche, geeli aankhein, paudhon ko paani de rahi hai. Paani ka chheenta uski saree pe bhi pad raha hai, blouse chipak gaya hai.
Anjali Jethalal ko dekhte hi ruk jaati hai. Uske haathon mein kampan, saansein tez.
Anjali (dhimi awaaz mein): “Jethalal ji… aap… aaj itni jaldi aa gaye?”
Jethalal ko pehle kuch galat nahi lagta. Woh bas smile karta hai.
Jethalal: “Haan Anjali bhabhi, bas thoda kaam jaldi khatam ho gaya.”
Anjali ek kadam aage badhti hai, paani ka pipe haath mein hi.
Anjali (shikayat bhare lazzat se): “Aap na… mujhse bilkul acche se baat nahi karte. Hamesha door-door rehna…”
Jethalal confused: “Arre bhabhi aisa kahan? Main toh…”
Ananya (has has ke):
“Jethu yaar, tu sach mein andha hai kya? Ladki abhi jhadne wali hai tere saamne khadi hokar! Hint pakad, bhai!”
Jethalal (mann mein): “Arre nahi Ananya, Anjali bhabhi ke liye main aisa kabhi nahi soch sakta. Madhvi bhabhi, Komal, Roshan tak toh theek… lekin Anjali bhabhi nahi!”
Ananya (naughty tone):
“Jethu baby, yeh powers limits mein rehne ke liye nahi mili thi. Limits todne ke liye mili thi. Dekh usko… abhi bhi dekh rahi hai jaise tujhe kha jayegi.”
Jethalal ab dhyan se dekhta hai – Anjali ki saree pallu neeche sarak chuka hai, cleavage saaf dikh raha hai, honth kaamp rahe hain.
Jethalal (khud se dheere se): “Waise… dekha jaaye toh Anjali bhabhi bhi kisi apsara se kam nahi…”
Ananya: “Bingo! Aur naturally dekha jaaye toh society ki sabse hot aurat yeh hi hai. Aur sabse easy target bhi. Taarak bhai toh office mein 18 ghante rehte hain, ghar pe kabhi dhyan hi nahi dete.”
Tabhi Taarak lift se utarta hai.
Taarak: “Arre Jethalal! Chal andar chai peete hain!”
Anjali (muskura ke): “Haan Jethalal ji, andar aaiye na…”
Jethalal bapuji ka naam lekar nikal jaata hai. Ghar jaake bapuji-Tapu ke saath khana khaata hai aur so jaata hai.
Raat 10:30 baje, bistar pe.
Ananya: “Jethu… abhi din khatam nahi hua. Reality-altering power waste mat karo. Ek baar use kar lo.”
Jethalal: “Kya karun?”
Ananya: “Simple… bol do:
‘Anjali Taarak Mehta aaj raat se meri secret biwi hai. Kal hum dono shaadi kar rahe hain. Sirf hum dono ko pata hoga, baaki duniya ko nahi.’”
Jethalal ek minute sochta hai… phir aankh band karke bol deta hai:
“Anjali Taarak Mehta aaj raat se meri secret biwi ban chuki hai. Kal hum dono shaadi kar rahe hain. Yeh baat sirf hum dono ko pata hai, baaki duniya ko nahi.”
Dimaag mein golden flash!
Phone vibrate karta hai. Ek unknown number se WhatsApp message:
Anjali
“Jethu… finally kal humari shaadi hai ♡
Aaj raat 12 baje mere flat aa jao… Taarak office mein hai, poori raat nahi aayega.
Main red saree pehen ke wait karungi… jaldi aana please.”
Neeche purani chats khul jaati hain – 4 saal purane messages, photos, voice notes… sab kuch.
Jethalal ki memories reshuffle hone lagti hain.
Flashback (4 saal pehle):
Daya 5 saal se Ahmedabad mein atki hui thi. Sundar roz naya jhooth bolta – “Bas 15 din aur”.
Jethalal akela, depressed.
Ek raat Anjali aati hai garam garam thepla leke.
Anjali: “Jethalal ji… aap itne pareshan kyun rehte ho? Main hu na…”
Woh baithti hai, haath uske kandhe pe rakhti hai.
Jethalal ro deta hai. Anjali usko gale laga leti hai.
Phir dheere-dheere baatein… raaton tak WhatsApp pe messages… chhup chhup ke balcony pe mulakatein… pehla kiss lift mein jab light chali gayi thi… pehla intimate moment Anjali ke flat pe jab Taarak Madras gaye the 3 din ke liye.
Flashback khatam.
Jethalal bistar pe uth ke baith jaata hai, saans tez.
Ananya (pyar se):
“Welcome back to reality, Jethu baby… ab Anjali sach mein teri secret biwi hai.
12 bajne mein 1 ghanta bacha hai. Red shirt pehen lo… woh pasand hai usko.”
Jethalal muskurata hai… aankhon mein ek alag si chamak.
To be continued…
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### Episode 5 – “Secret Suhagraat aur Subah Ki Shaadi” (18+)
Raat 12:05, Gokuldham Society, C-Wing.
Corridor bilkul sannata. Jethalal red shirt aur black jeans mein, haath mein ek chhota sa gift box.
Lift ke bajaye seedhiyon se chupke-chupke 3rd floor pe pahunchta hai.
Ananya (dimaag mein, excited):
“Jethu baby, darwaza khula hai… andar ja. Main society ke saare CCTV loop pe daal diya hai. No proof, no problem.”
Jethalal dheere se darwaza khol ke andar ghus jaata hai.
Andar red dim lights.
Anjali khadi hai – bilkul laal transparent saree, sleeveless blouse, pet pe sirf ek patla sa thread, navel dikh raha hai. Baal khule, aankhon mein kajal, honthon pe deep red lipstick. Usne apne mang mein sindoor bhi laga rakha hai… pehle se hi.
Anjali (husky awaaz, aankhein bheegi hui):
“Jethu… aa gaye tum? Aaj se main sach mein tumhari biwi hu…”
Jethalal darwaza band karta hai, ek kadam aage badhta hai.
Jethalal (dil se):
“Anjali… maine 4 saal intezaar kiya is din ka. Aaj se tu sirf meri hai.”
Anjali seedha uske gale lag jaati hai. Uske garam saans uski gardan pe lagte hain.
Anjali (roti hui):
“Taarak kabhi samjha hi nahi… kabhi chhua tak nahi thik se. Tumne mujhe zinda kiya Jethu… har raat tumhari yaad mein jalti thi main.”
Jethalal uske aansu ponchta hai, phir uske honthon pe apne honth rakh deta hai.
Pehla kiss lambaa… gehra… dono ke haath ek doosre ke badan pe daudne lagte hain.
Phir Jethalal usko god mein uthata hai aur bedroom ki taraf le jaata hai – wahi bed jahan Taarak sota hai.
Bed pe phenk deta hai.
Anjali ki saari nikalti hai… blouse… petticoat… ab sirf red lace bra-panty.
Jethalal apni shirt utarta hai. Uske six-pack aur biceps dekh ke Anjali ki aankhein badi ho jaati hain.
Anjali (saans phoolte hue):
“Jethu… yeh body… yeh stamina… aaj mujhe tod do… aaj ke baad main sirf tumhari hu.”
Phir shuru hota hai asli khel.
Jethalal uske upar chadhta hai.
Pehle neck pe kiss… phir cleavage mein muh daal deta hai.
Anjali zor se siskaari leti hai – “Aaaahhh Jethuuu… yes!”
Bra utarta hai… uske soft boobs ko choomta hai, kaat-ta hai.
Anjali ki siskaariyan poore kamre mein goonjti hain –
“Aaaahh… haan… aur zor se… Jethu… mar gayi main… oooohhh!”
Jethalal neeche jaata hai… panty utarta hai… uski garam-geeli jagah pe jeebh pher deta hai.
Anjali kamar upar utha leti hai – “Jethuuuuu… bas… ab andar daal do… please!”
Unlimited stamina ka full use.
Pehli baar missionary mein… Anjali 3 baar jhad jaati hai, zor-zor se chillati hai – “Jethu… I love you… I’m yours forever!”
Phir doggy… phir cowgirl… phir side…
Har position mein Anjali ki siskaariyan –
“Aaaahhh… haan… zor se… aur zor se… fuck me Jethu… aaj se main teri randi hu!”
Jethalal pura tod deta hai usko… bed tootne ki awaaz aati hai.
4 ghante nonstop… Anjali behosh si ho jaati hai, badan laal nishanon se bhar jaata hai.
Subah 5:30 baje, dono nange hi ek doosre se lipt kar lete hain.
Anjali (kamzoor awaaz mein):
“Jethu… aaj tak kisi ne mujhe itna pyar nahi diya… aaj se meri har saans tumhari.”
Jethalal uske mang mein sindoor bhar deta hai.
Subah 7 baje, Siddhivinayak Mandir.
Dono white kapdon mein… pandit ji se simple phere… mangalsutra… sindoor.
Ab officially Anjali Jethalal ki secret biwi ban chuki hai.
Wapas cab mein.
Backseat pe dono baithte hi Jethalal Anjali ki skirt upar karta hai, uski panty side karta hai aur andar daal deta hai.
Cab chal rahi hai, driver mirror se dekh raha hai.
Anjali zor se siskaariyan deti hai –
“Aaaahh Jethu… cab mein… oooohhh… haan… mat rukna!”
Driver garam ho jaata hai, muh se paseena ponchta hai, mann hi mann sochta hai:
“Arre bhai… yeh toh husband-wife nahi, poora blue film chal raha hai back seat pe!”
Jethalal 25 minute tak cab mein hi chodta rahta hai… Anjali do baar jhad jaati hai, cab ki seat geeli ho jaati hai.
Society ke gate pe cab rukti hai.
Dono kapde theek karte hain, bilkul normal face ke saath utarte hain.
Anjali (Jethalal ke kaan mein):
“Ab har raat aise hi hogi… meri jaan.”
Jethalal muskurata hai.
Ananya (dimaag mein):
“Mission Anjali – 100% complete.
Next target list ready hai, Jethu baby… kal raat ka plan banau kiske liye?
Babita ji abhi bhi wait kar rahi hain.”
Jethalal lift mein chadhte hue bas ek shabd bolta hai:
“Game on.”
To be continued…
Raat 12:05, Gokuldham Society, C-Wing.
Corridor bilkul sannata. Jethalal red shirt aur black jeans mein, haath mein ek chhota sa gift box.
Lift ke bajaye seedhiyon se chupke-chupke 3rd floor pe pahunchta hai.
Ananya (dimaag mein, excited):
“Jethu baby, darwaza khula hai… andar ja. Main society ke saare CCTV loop pe daal diya hai. No proof, no problem.”
Jethalal dheere se darwaza khol ke andar ghus jaata hai.
Andar red dim lights.
Anjali khadi hai – bilkul laal transparent saree, sleeveless blouse, pet pe sirf ek patla sa thread, navel dikh raha hai. Baal khule, aankhon mein kajal, honthon pe deep red lipstick. Usne apne mang mein sindoor bhi laga rakha hai… pehle se hi.
Anjali (husky awaaz, aankhein bheegi hui):
“Jethu… aa gaye tum? Aaj se main sach mein tumhari biwi hu…”
Jethalal darwaza band karta hai, ek kadam aage badhta hai.
Jethalal (dil se):
“Anjali… maine 4 saal intezaar kiya is din ka. Aaj se tu sirf meri hai.”
Anjali seedha uske gale lag jaati hai. Uske garam saans uski gardan pe lagte hain.
Anjali (roti hui):
“Taarak kabhi samjha hi nahi… kabhi chhua tak nahi thik se. Tumne mujhe zinda kiya Jethu… har raat tumhari yaad mein jalti thi main.”
Jethalal uske aansu ponchta hai, phir uske honthon pe apne honth rakh deta hai.
Pehla kiss lambaa… gehra… dono ke haath ek doosre ke badan pe daudne lagte hain.
Phir Jethalal usko god mein uthata hai aur bedroom ki taraf le jaata hai – wahi bed jahan Taarak sota hai.
Bed pe phenk deta hai.
Anjali ki saari nikalti hai… blouse… petticoat… ab sirf red lace bra-panty.
Jethalal apni shirt utarta hai. Uske six-pack aur biceps dekh ke Anjali ki aankhein badi ho jaati hain.
Anjali (saans phoolte hue):
“Jethu… yeh body… yeh stamina… aaj mujhe tod do… aaj ke baad main sirf tumhari hu.”
Phir shuru hota hai asli khel.
Jethalal uske upar chadhta hai.
Pehle neck pe kiss… phir cleavage mein muh daal deta hai.
Anjali zor se siskaari leti hai – “Aaaahhh Jethuuu… yes!”
Bra utarta hai… uske soft boobs ko choomta hai, kaat-ta hai.
Anjali ki siskaariyan poore kamre mein goonjti hain –
“Aaaahh… haan… aur zor se… Jethu… mar gayi main… oooohhh!”
Jethalal neeche jaata hai… panty utarta hai… uski garam-geeli jagah pe jeebh pher deta hai.
Anjali kamar upar utha leti hai – “Jethuuuuu… bas… ab andar daal do… please!”
Unlimited stamina ka full use.
Pehli baar missionary mein… Anjali 3 baar jhad jaati hai, zor-zor se chillati hai – “Jethu… I love you… I’m yours forever!”
Phir doggy… phir cowgirl… phir side…
Har position mein Anjali ki siskaariyan –
“Aaaahhh… haan… zor se… aur zor se… fuck me Jethu… aaj se main teri randi hu!”
Jethalal pura tod deta hai usko… bed tootne ki awaaz aati hai.
4 ghante nonstop… Anjali behosh si ho jaati hai, badan laal nishanon se bhar jaata hai.
Subah 5:30 baje, dono nange hi ek doosre se lipt kar lete hain.
Anjali (kamzoor awaaz mein):
“Jethu… aaj tak kisi ne mujhe itna pyar nahi diya… aaj se meri har saans tumhari.”
Jethalal uske mang mein sindoor bhar deta hai.
Subah 7 baje, Siddhivinayak Mandir.
Dono white kapdon mein… pandit ji se simple phere… mangalsutra… sindoor.
Ab officially Anjali Jethalal ki secret biwi ban chuki hai.
Wapas cab mein.
Backseat pe dono baithte hi Jethalal Anjali ki skirt upar karta hai, uski panty side karta hai aur andar daal deta hai.
Cab chal rahi hai, driver mirror se dekh raha hai.
Anjali zor se siskaariyan deti hai –
“Aaaahh Jethu… cab mein… oooohhh… haan… mat rukna!”
Driver garam ho jaata hai, muh se paseena ponchta hai, mann hi mann sochta hai:
“Arre bhai… yeh toh husband-wife nahi, poora blue film chal raha hai back seat pe!”
Jethalal 25 minute tak cab mein hi chodta rahta hai… Anjali do baar jhad jaati hai, cab ki seat geeli ho jaati hai.
Society ke gate pe cab rukti hai.
Dono kapde theek karte hain, bilkul normal face ke saath utarte hain.
Anjali (Jethalal ke kaan mein):
“Ab har raat aise hi hogi… meri jaan.”
Jethalal muskurata hai.
Ananya (dimaag mein):
“Mission Anjali – 100% complete.
Next target list ready hai, Jethu baby… kal raat ka plan banau kiske liye?
Babita ji abhi bhi wait kar rahi hain.”
Jethalal lift mein chadhte hue bas ek shabd bolta hai:
“Game on.”
To be continued…
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