Adultery Nafrat ki Baazi
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Chapter 8: The Hunter & The Hunted – A Game of Flesh & Fire
"Usne mujhe ek namard samjha tha... aaj wohi mard mere tangon ke beech leta hua hai."
Karan ki table ke edge pe baithi, main apni thigh-high slit wali skirt adjust karti hui uske saamne apna leg cross kiya. Uski nazar mere bare skin pe atki, uski saans thodi tez hui.
"Project ka final approval chahiye," maine file uski taraf slide karte hue kaha, fingers deliberately brushing his.
"Tere liye... kuch bhi," usne mere hath ko pakda, uski ungliyan meri wrist pe ghoomne lagi.
Maine apni heel uski pant pe slowly rub kiya. "Sirf approval? Ya kuch... extra?"
Uska lund already tight ho chuka tha. "Saali... har waqt tease karti hai."
"Aur tum har baar fail hote ho," maine uske kaan mein ghus kar kaha, before slipping away.
Karan ne mujhe (Aditya ko) apne cabin mein bulaya tha.
"Teri biwi... bahut masti karti hai," usne smirk karte hue kaha tha, Renu ki photo dikhate hue.
Mera khoon khaul gaya tha. "Woh meri wife hai."
"Ab nahi," usne mere tie ko kheench kar bola. "Tere jaise laundon ke liye nahi hai woh."
Aaj... main wohi laundon ki tarah use nachawa rahi thi.
"Aaj tune Virat ko Renu ke saath dekha?" usne mujhe bed pe phek diya, his belt already unbuckled.
"Haan... woh teri biwi usko tere se zyada pasand karti hai," maine deliberately provoke kiya.
Uska lund already hard tha. "Chup kar rand!"
Maine apni legs slowly failayi. "Prove kar na... ki tu mard hai."
Usne mari. Hard. Rough. Jaisa main chahti thi.
"Aah! Yes! Just like that!" maine moans nikale, usko aur bekabu karne ke liye.
Uske baal pakad kar, maine uske kan mein kaha: "Renu ko bhi itna hi maza aata hoga?"
Usne mujhe choke kiya.
Maine uski aankhein band kar di, apne honthon se uski sanson ko control karte hue.
Maine apna red lipstick uske chhati pe likha: "Mera."
Phone uthaya. Rajveer ka message: "Meeting at 11. Don’t be late."
Virat ka missed call.
Renu ka text: "Kahan hai Karan?"
Maine Karan ko jaga diya.
"Teri biwi pooch rahi hai," maine uske lund pe hath pherte hue kaha.
"Chhod na," usne moan kiya.
Maine suddenly hath hataya. "Office time hai."
Uska expression priceless tha.
Rajveer ke saath dinner. Karan aur Renu opposite table pe.
Maine apna foot Rajveer ki jangh pe slide kiya.
"Aapke bete ko dekh rahe ho?" maine whisper kiya. "Kitna jealous lag raha hai."
Rajveer ne mujhe under table hath diya. "Tumhari wajah se."
Maine suddenly Karan ki taraf dekha, apni tongue slowly lips pe ghumayi.
Uska glass gir gaya.
Renu ne notice kar liya.
Game. Set. Match.
"Karan thinks he owns me... par asal mein main uski rakhal hoon."
Phone pe ek naya notification:
Unknown: "Tumhare game ka ant nazdeek hai."
Maine delete kiya.
"Nahin darling... tumhara ant nazdeek hai."
"Usne mujhe ek namard samjha tha... aaj wohi mard mere tangon ke beech leta hua hai."
Scene 1: The Office Seduction – Power Play
Karan’s Cabin – High NoonKaran ki table ke edge pe baithi, main apni thigh-high slit wali skirt adjust karti hui uske saamne apna leg cross kiya. Uski nazar mere bare skin pe atki, uski saans thodi tez hui.
"Project ka final approval chahiye," maine file uski taraf slide karte hue kaha, fingers deliberately brushing his.
"Tere liye... kuch bhi," usne mere hath ko pakda, uski ungliyan meri wrist pe ghoomne lagi.
Maine apni heel uski pant pe slowly rub kiya. "Sirf approval? Ya kuch... extra?"
Uska lund already tight ho chuka tha. "Saali... har waqt tease karti hai."
"Aur tum har baar fail hote ho," maine uske kaan mein ghus kar kaha, before slipping away.
Scene 2: Flashback – The Ghost of Aditya
1 Saal PehleKaran ne mujhe (Aditya ko) apne cabin mein bulaya tha.
"Teri biwi... bahut masti karti hai," usne smirk karte hue kaha tha, Renu ki photo dikhate hue.
Mera khoon khaul gaya tha. "Woh meri wife hai."
"Ab nahi," usne mere tie ko kheench kar bola. "Tere jaise laundon ke liye nahi hai woh."
Aaj... main wohi laundon ki tarah use nachawa rahi thi.
Scene 3: The Rough Reward – Night of Reckoning
Karan’s Penthouse – Midnight"Aaj tune Virat ko Renu ke saath dekha?" usne mujhe bed pe phek diya, his belt already unbuckled.
"Haan... woh teri biwi usko tere se zyada pasand karti hai," maine deliberately provoke kiya.
Uska lund already hard tha. "Chup kar rand!"
Maine apni legs slowly failayi. "Prove kar na... ki tu mard hai."
Usne mari. Hard. Rough. Jaisa main chahti thi.
"Aah! Yes! Just like that!" maine moans nikale, usko aur bekabu karne ke liye.
Uske baal pakad kar, maine uske kan mein kaha: "Renu ko bhi itna hi maza aata hoga?"
Usne mujhe choke kiya.
Maine uski aankhein band kar di, apne honthon se uski sanson ko control karte hue.
Scene 4: The Morning After – Psychological Warfare
Subah uthi toh Karan still soya tha.Maine apna red lipstick uske chhati pe likha: "Mera."
Phone uthaya. Rajveer ka message: "Meeting at 11. Don’t be late."
Virat ka missed call.
Renu ka text: "Kahan hai Karan?"
Maine Karan ko jaga diya.
"Teri biwi pooch rahi hai," maine uske lund pe hath pherte hue kaha.
"Chhod na," usne moan kiya.
Maine suddenly hath hataya. "Office time hai."
Uska expression priceless tha.
Scene 5: The Public Humiliation – Dinner Date Gone Wrong
5-Star Restaurant – VIP SectionRajveer ke saath dinner. Karan aur Renu opposite table pe.
Maine apna foot Rajveer ki jangh pe slide kiya.
"Aapke bete ko dekh rahe ho?" maine whisper kiya. "Kitna jealous lag raha hai."
Rajveer ne mujhe under table hath diya. "Tumhari wajah se."
Maine suddenly Karan ki taraf dekha, apni tongue slowly lips pe ghumayi.
Uska glass gir gaya.
Renu ne notice kar liya.
Game. Set. Match.
Epilogue: The Puppet Master’s Diary
Ghar laut kar, maine apne bruises ko cherish kiya."Karan thinks he owns me... par asal mein main uski rakhal hoon."
Phone pe ek naya notification:
Unknown: "Tumhare game ka ant nazdeek hai."
Maine delete kiya.
"Nahin darling... tumhara ant nazdeek hai."
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Chapter 9: The Art of Cruel Pleasures - Marks of Vengeance
"Har nishaan jo woh mere jism pe chhodta hai... woh ek yaadgar hai uss dard ki jo usne Aditya ko diya tha."
Papers spread across his desk. The dim glow of his laptop screen illuminating his sharp jawline.
"Yeh final agreement hai," I purred, leaning over the desk, letting my blouse gape just enough. "Sign karo, aur yeh project tumhara."
His eyes flickered between the documents and my cleavage. "Tune itni jaldi kaise prepare kiya?"
"Tere liye special effort," I whispered, tracing the pen down his chest. "Bas... ek condition hai."
"Kya?" His breath hitched as my fingers reached his belt.
"Mujhe apna signature... yahaan chahiye," I grabbed his hand, pressing it between my thighs.
He groaned. Signed blindly.
Idiot.
"Aaj main tumhe sirf dekhne doongi," I declared, lounging on the bed in lace lingerie.
Karan's lund strained against his pants. "Saali... khel rahi hai?"
"Haan," I smirked, slowly peeling off my stockings. "Tere liye special show."
For an hour, I touched myself while he watched, bound to the chair.
"Chhod de!" he begged, sweat dripping down his neck.
I stopped abruptly. "Meeting time ho gaya."
His scream of frustration was music.
Bare back against the mirror. His teeth marks on my shoulder.
"Zyada chilla mat," he growled, pounding into me. "Woh din yaad hai jab tune—"
"Aah! Harder!" I moaned, cutting him off. "Jab tu mere husband ko ch0d raha tha... kya aise hi?"
He froze. "Kya?"
"Oh sorry... script confuse ho gayi," I giggled, flipping us over.
The fear in his eyes? Priceless.
Purple bruises on my throat. Red scratches down my back.
"Yehi nishaan kabhi Renu ke hote the," I whispered to my reflection, applying concealer.
Phone buzzed. Renu: "Kahan hai mera pati?"
I sent her a mirror selfie - his shirt on my floor, my lips swollen.
Reply? Silence.
Every muscle ached. Between my thighs throbbed.
Yet I texted Karan: "Tonight. 9 PM. Bring the divorce papers."
His instant reply: "Tere liye kuch bhi."
I laughed until tears came.
"Pehle Aditya ke liye Renu... ab Karan ke liye divorce. Poetic."
I lit a cigarette. "Mere khilaf nahi... unke khilaf."
The game wasn't ending.
It was evolving.
And I?
I was becoming God.
"Har nishaan jo woh mere jism pe chhodta hai... woh ek yaadgar hai uss dard ki jo usne Aditya ko diya tha."
Scene 1: The Contract Trap - Signing His Fate Away
Karan's Office - MidnightPapers spread across his desk. The dim glow of his laptop screen illuminating his sharp jawline.
"Yeh final agreement hai," I purred, leaning over the desk, letting my blouse gape just enough. "Sign karo, aur yeh project tumhara."
His eyes flickered between the documents and my cleavage. "Tune itni jaldi kaise prepare kiya?"
"Tere liye special effort," I whispered, tracing the pen down his chest. "Bas... ek condition hai."
"Kya?" His breath hitched as my fingers reached his belt.
"Mujhe apna signature... yahaan chahiye," I grabbed his hand, pressing it between my thighs.
He groaned. Signed blindly.
Idiot.
Scene 2: The Tease & Denial - Sweet Torture
Hotel Suite - Pre-Dinner Games"Aaj main tumhe sirf dekhne doongi," I declared, lounging on the bed in lace lingerie.
Karan's lund strained against his pants. "Saali... khel rahi hai?"
"Haan," I smirked, slowly peeling off my stockings. "Tere liye special show."
For an hour, I touched myself while he watched, bound to the chair.
"Chhod de!" he begged, sweat dripping down his neck.
I stopped abruptly. "Meeting time ho gaya."
His scream of frustration was music.
Scene 3: The Rough Reckoning - Pain as Poetry
His Penthouse - 3 AMBare back against the mirror. His teeth marks on my shoulder.
"Zyada chilla mat," he growled, pounding into me. "Woh din yaad hai jab tune—"
"Aah! Harder!" I moaned, cutting him off. "Jab tu mere husband ko ch0d raha tha... kya aise hi?"
He froze. "Kya?"
"Oh sorry... script confuse ho gayi," I giggled, flipping us over.
The fear in his eyes? Priceless.
Scene 4: The Marks They Carry
My Bathroom - Morning AfterPurple bruises on my throat. Red scratches down my back.
"Yehi nishaan kabhi Renu ke hote the," I whispered to my reflection, applying concealer.
Phone buzzed. Renu: "Kahan hai mera pati?"
I sent her a mirror selfie - his shirt on my floor, my lips swollen.
Reply? Silence.
Scene 5: The Exhaustion of Victory
Taxi Ride HomeEvery muscle ached. Between my thighs throbbed.
Yet I texted Karan: "Tonight. 9 PM. Bring the divorce papers."
His instant reply: "Tere liye kuch bhi."
I laughed until tears came.
"Pehle Aditya ke liye Renu... ab Karan ke liye divorce. Poetic."
Epilogue: The Puppet's Strings Tighten
Unknown Caller: "Tumhare khilaf sab proof hai."I lit a cigarette. "Mere khilaf nahi... unke khilaf."
The game wasn't ending.
It was evolving.
And I?
I was becoming God.
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Chapter 10: The Addiction - A Symphony of Skin & Sin
"Uske haath mere jism pe aag lagate hain... aur main use apni ashes mein dubo deti hoon."
Maine apni black silk robe ke belt ko slowly khola, letting the fabric slide down my shoulders. Karan ki s@ans ruk si gayi, uski n@z@r mere bare skin pe atki.
"Aaj... khaas din hai," I whispered, stepping closer.
"Har din tere saath khaas hai," usne kaha, his voice rough.
Maine uske h@th ko apni ch@ti pe rakha. "Feel kar... yeh dhadkan sirf tere liye hai."
Usne mujhe kheench kar apne paas kiya, his lips crashing onto mine. "Tere bina jeene ka m@tlb nahi."
Lies. Sweet, intoxicating lies.
Mere p@asina se bhare jism ko usne bed pe pin kiya.
"Tere har inch ko ch@tna chahta hoon," usne kaha, his tongue tracing my collarbone.
"Toh fir... kyun ruk raha hai?" I arched into him.
Usne slowly, torturously, mere entire body ko explore kiya:
"Aah! Yes! Wahi... aur hard!" I begged, pulling his hair.
Usne mujhe flip kiya, my f@ce pressed into the sheets. "Tere pichhe se dekhna... bahut pasand hai."
Maine moan kiya as he entered me, his gr0in slamming against my bruises.
Meri backless dress ne puri ballroom ko jealous kar diya. Karan ki n@z@r mere bare back pe thi, jahan kal ke scratches abhi bhi visible the.
"Sab dekh rahe hain," I whispered, sipping champagne.
"Jaante hain tu meri hai," he growled, his hand squeezing my hip.
Maine deliberately Virat ki taraf dekha, uske saath eye-contact banaya.
Karan ne mujhe washroom mein ghaseet liya.
"Usse door raho," he ordered, pushing me against the wall.
"Ya kya karoge?" I taunted.
His answer? Teeth on my shoulder, right through the fabric.
Perfect.
"Effective immediately... personal reasons."
Virat ka statement: "Pleasure to have Mrs. Singhania join Chaudhary Group as VP."
Media headlines: "Corporate Royalty Coup!"
Karan ne apna office glass toda.
Maine usko comfort diya... apne bed pe.
"Shaadi kar lete hain," Karan ne suddenly kaha, still inside me.
Maine h@si. "Abhi nahi... thoda aur maze lete hain."
"Kab tak?"
"Jab tak tu... completely mera na ho jaaye."
Usne mujhe squeeze kiya. "Pehle se hi hoon."
Liar. Just like I was.
"Main Aditi se pyar karta hoon... Renu ko divorce de chuka hoon."
Maine backup plan save kiya.
Game. Set. Checkmate.
"Uske haath mere jism pe aag lagate hain... aur main use apni ashes mein dubo deti hoon."
Scene 1: The Prelude - A Body Rediscovered
Karan's Penthouse - SunsetMaine apni black silk robe ke belt ko slowly khola, letting the fabric slide down my shoulders. Karan ki s@ans ruk si gayi, uski n@z@r mere bare skin pe atki.
"Aaj... khaas din hai," I whispered, stepping closer.
"Har din tere saath khaas hai," usne kaha, his voice rough.
Maine uske h@th ko apni ch@ti pe rakha. "Feel kar... yeh dhadkan sirf tere liye hai."
Usne mujhe kheench kar apne paas kiya, his lips crashing onto mine. "Tere bina jeene ka m@tlb nahi."
Lies. Sweet, intoxicating lies.
Scene 2: The Worship - An Addict's Devotion
Bedroom - MidnightMere p@asina se bhare jism ko usne bed pe pin kiya.
"Tere har inch ko ch@tna chahta hoon," usne kaha, his tongue tracing my collarbone.
"Toh fir... kyun ruk raha hai?" I arched into him.
Usne slowly, torturously, mere entire body ko explore kiya:
"Aah! Yes! Wahi... aur hard!" I begged, pulling his hair.
Usne mujhe flip kiya, my f@ce pressed into the sheets. "Tere pichhe se dekhna... bahut pasand hai."
Maine moan kiya as he entered me, his gr0in slamming against my bruises.
Scene 3: The Marking - Public Possession
Corporate Gala - Next EveningMeri backless dress ne puri ballroom ko jealous kar diya. Karan ki n@z@r mere bare back pe thi, jahan kal ke scratches abhi bhi visible the.
"Sab dekh rahe hain," I whispered, sipping champagne.
"Jaante hain tu meri hai," he growled, his hand squeezing my hip.
Maine deliberately Virat ki taraf dekha, uske saath eye-contact banaya.
Karan ne mujhe washroom mein ghaseet liya.
"Usse door raho," he ordered, pushing me against the wall.
"Ya kya karoge?" I taunted.
His answer? Teeth on my shoulder, right through the fabric.
Perfect.
Scene 4: The Fallout - Renu's Revenge
Renu's Resignation Letter - CC'd to Entire Board"Effective immediately... personal reasons."
Virat ka statement: "Pleasure to have Mrs. Singhania join Chaudhary Group as VP."
Media headlines: "Corporate Royalty Coup!"
Karan ne apna office glass toda.
Maine usko comfort diya... apne bed pe.
Scene 5: The Delayed Proposal
Post-Sex - 4 AM"Shaadi kar lete hain," Karan ne suddenly kaha, still inside me.
Maine h@si. "Abhi nahi... thoda aur maze lete hain."
"Kab tak?"
"Jab tak tu... completely mera na ho jaaye."
Usne mujhe squeeze kiya. "Pehle se hi hoon."
Liar. Just like I was.
Epilogue: The Puppet's Confession
Secret Recording - Karan's Voice"Main Aditi se pyar karta hoon... Renu ko divorce de chuka hoon."
Maine backup plan save kiya.
Game. Set. Checkmate.