Update 30
Geeti ghar laut chuki thi. Body relaxed thi… par dimag mein ab bhi car ka woh scene flash ho raha tha.
Ramu ka chehra, uski shakl jab usne saree ke andar apna sir daala…
Aur sabse zyada, Geeti ka apna reaction—woh moan jo usne roka nahi, woh aah jo zabaan se phisal gayi thi.
Soham laptop pe kuch kaam kar raha tha, bed ke kone pe. Usne dekha, Geeti ek alag hi glow mein thi.
“You look… dangerous,” Soham bola, ek teasing smile ke saath.
Geeti ne apna pallu side kiya, aur seedha uske paas jaake baith gayi, uske shoulder pe sir rakh diya.
“Kuch kar baithi hoon aaj...” usne halki si smile ke saath kaha.
Soham ne laptop side mein rakha.
“Hmm? MD ka kuch hua kya?”
“Naah... MD toh sirf bhooka sher hai. Aaj toh maine ek loyal kutte ko reward diya.”
Soham ne aankhein thodi narrow ki, confuse hoke bola, “What? Kya matlab?”
Geeti ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se bola, “Ramu.”
Soham blink kiya. “Ramu?! Ramu kaka? Hamara office wala peon Ramu?!”
Geeti ne cheeky smile di, “Wahi. Parking lot mein... mujhe itna horny feel ho raha tha, mujhe kuch chahiye tha… aur Ramu was the quickest option.”
Soham ab shock mein tha aur hasi bhi rok nahi pa raha tha. “Are you telling me... tumne Ramu ko...”
“...summon kiya. Pichhle seat mein bulaya. Saree upar ki. Aur bola... ‘lick me’.”
Soham ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya.
“Tumne Ramu se chut chatwai?!”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Nayi experience tha. Thoda rough, thoda loyal, thoda awara… par 100% obedient.”
Soham ne headshake karte hue bola, “Geeti... tu toh wild nikli yaar. Maine socha tha tum thoda slow jaogi, par tum toh fast-forward mein chal rahi ho.”
Geeti hansi.
“Wait, that’s not all.”
“Uske baad... main uski eyes mein dekh rahi thi. Bechara itna overwhelmed tha. Maine use thoda aur gift de diya.”
Soham squinted. “What do you mean... gift?”
Geeti leaned closer, ekdum sulagti muskurahat ke saath boli—“I gave him a blowjob.”
Soham literally girte girte bacha. “Tu serious hai?! Tu ne Ramu ko…?”
“Kya karein Soham, uske liye toh woh moment NASA mission jaisa tha. Bechara toh khushi mein do baar gir gaya car se bahar aate waqt.”
Soham ab zor zor se hansi nahi rok pa raha tha.
“Mujhe lagta hai Ramu aaj se kal tak sabko bolega ki usne Bhagwan ka darshan kiya.”
“Aur uska Bhagwan deep red saree mein, pallu side karke baithi thi.”
Geeti ne hansi ke beech uska haath pakda. “You’re not mad?”
Soham ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Tum meri fantasy ho, Geeti. Har angle se. Tum jaise apna control le rahi ho... main bas dekhta hoon aur pighal jaata hoon.”
Geeti ne halka sa kiss diya uske cheek par.
“Good. Kyunki Thailand mein ab MD ko line mein lana hai.”
Soham ne tease karte hue bola, “Bas Ramu ko mat le jaana trip pe… uska heart fail ho jayega.”
Geeti hansi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek spark tha.
Woh ab sirf kisi ki biwi nahi thi—woh apni duniya ki queen thi.
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Geeti fresh ho kar bed pe aayi, hair open, ek loose cotton kurti mein, lekin uske chehre pe woh hi tease thi jo MD ke cabin mein thi. Soham usse dekhta hi jaa raha tha.
“Toh... MD se kya baatein hui?” Soham ne casually pucha, jaise bas kaam ka update le raha ho—lekin uski aankhon mein woh old sparkle tha: he was curious, aroused, and slightly jealous. Perfect combo.
Geeti ne smirk kiya, “Uff... MD toh aaj pura todne ke mood mein tha.”
“Aankhon se ya zabaan se?” Soham hansa.
“Dono,” Geeti ne jawab diya, apna pillow lap mein lete hue.
“Sabse pehle toh mujhe dekha jaise mujhe kha jaayega… woh bhi bina sauce ke.”
“Aur tumne kya kiya?” Soham leaned closer.
“Bas thoda tease kiya. Baal side kiye, armpit thoda dikhaya, pallu loose kiya… aur jab pen gira, toh… full view.”
Soham ne aankhen bandh ki aur bola, “Tum toh sabka blood pressure gira dogi, madam.”
“That’s not even the juicy part,” Geeti said, turning to him with narrowed eyes. “MD ne mujhe credit card diya.”
Soham raised an eyebrow. “Kya?”
“Platinum company card. Unlimited access.”
“Aur bola… ‘if you perform well on this trip, you’ll be promoted… to the same level as your manager.’”
Soham ne thoda soch kar bola, “Matlab tumhe manager bana dega… agar tum use khush rakho.”
Geeti nodded slowly, “Uske words professional the, lekin aankhon mein sirf ek message tha—‘Thailand mein, tu meri hai.’”
“Tumne kya kaha?” Soham ab serious tha.
Geeti leaned in, “Maine sirf itna kaha—‘Promotion se zyada chahiye hoga mujhe… for my hard work.’”
“Aur uske baad pen gir gaya…” she winked.
Soham burst out laughing. “Tu kamini hai, lekin meri favorite kamini.”
Geeti: “I know. Aur mujhe maza aa raha hai sabko control mein rakh ke.”
“MD soch raha hoga ki woh mujhe possess karega… lekin mujhe chahiye uska control todna.”
Soham uska haath pakad ke bola, “Tu jo bhi karegi, main tere saath hoon. Bas ek baat yaad rakh…”
“Jab tu uske cabin mein thi, main sirf ek cheez soch raha tha…”
Geeti curious ho gayi, “Kya?”
Soham whispered, “Ki MD ke saamne tumhara blouse thoda aur loose hota… toh shayad use heart attack aa jaata.”
Geeti hansi se gir gayi, pillow uske muh par maar diya.
“Stupid! Mujhe laga koi romantic line bolega!”
“That is romantic!” Soham defended. “Tum dusron ko pagal bana rahi ho, aur main har moment ka spectator hoon. Live cinema with popcorn.”
Geeti ne uske lips pe halki si kiss di.
“Agla scene Thailand mein hoga. Get ready.”
Soham ne cheeky tone mein bola, “MD ready hoga… par mujhe lagta hai tumhare jaal se nikal nahi paayega.”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Aur mujhe lagta hai... main chahungi bhi nahi.”
The laughter between Geeti and Soham slowly faded. The room dimmed into a soft calm, only the faint whirr of the ceiling fan and the rustle of cotton bedsheets remained. Soham shifted closer to her, his fingers slowly tracing the lines of her palm.
“Geeti…” he said quietly, seriousness settling into his tone, “MD ka promotion offer... kya woh deal tumhein sach mein tempting lagi?”
Geeti didn’t answer immediately. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes thoughtful, breathing steady. Then, slowly, she nodded.
“Haan... tempting tha,” she whispered. “Powerful tha. Us tarah se kisi ne mujhe kabhi nahi dekha—jaise main ek weapon hoon, ek currency bhi, lekin ek queen bhi. And when he said ‘Vice President’, mere dimaag mein ek spark hua.”
Soham kept looking at her, his expression neutral but his eyes scanning hers deeply.
“You deserve that position,” he said after a pause. “Not because you can seduce a man like MD… but because you can dominate men like him.”
Geeti turned her head to him, slightly surprised. “Tumhe sacchi mein lagta hai main us level pe hoon?”
“Nahi, Geeti,” Soham replied, gently brushing a finger against her cheek. “Main maanta hoon… tum us level se upar ho. Tum mein charm hai, brains hai, control hai, aur sabse badi baat—tumhe pata hai kab kaunse emotion ka use karna hai. That’s CEO material. Not just VP.”
Geeti’s eyes shimmered—partly with pride, partly with something unspoken.
“Lekin yeh sab… is raaste se?” she asked softly. “MD ko please karke, uske greed ka hissa banke?”
Soham exhaled slowly. “Tum kisi ko please nahi kar rahi ho. Tum game khel rahi ho. Difference samjho. MD soch raha hai ke woh tumhe control karega. Mujhe pata hai—tum hi use control karogi.”
“Aur agar main waha tak pahunch gayi toh?” Geeti asked, her voice quiet but intense. “Uski offer le li, power bhi le li… lekin apna body, apna self-respect... woh?”
Soham leaned closer, his voice calm but grounded.
“Self-respect chhoti soch ka concept hai, Geeti. Tum agar apne terms pe chal rahi ho, apni marzi se decisions le rahi ho, toh tum beizzati nahi kar rahi—tum rule kar rahi ho.”
“Tum MD ke bed tak jaao ya boardroom tak, agar decision tumhara hai, toh shame ka sawal hi nahi.”
Geeti held his gaze for a long moment. Then, she reached out and took his hand.
“Toh tum ready ho? Agar main sach mein VP ban jaati hoon… aur us raaste mein MD ka obsession aur dangerous ho gaya, toh?”
Soham squeezed her hand, his voice quiet but firm.
“Main ready hoon. Tumhare saath hoon. Bas ek cheez chahiye—jo bhi karo, mujhe jhoot mat bolna. Agar tum kisi ke saath raho… emotionally, ya physically, mujhe pata ho. Mujhe sach chahiye. Main tumhara partner hoon, spectator nahi.”
Geeti's throat tightened. She hadn’t expected that line—but it landed deep.
“Tum jaante ho na Soham… tumhare bina main yeh game nahi khelti.”
“I know,” he smiled faintly. “But you’re damn good at it now.”
They lay there in silence for a while, fingers interlaced, their minds dancing somewhere between ambition, lust, and truth.
The game had begun.
But now, Geeti wasn’t just playing it… she was planning to win it.
Agli subah, sunlight bedroom ke curtains se chhanni lagi thi. Geeti coffee ka cup leke Soham ke paas aayi, uski aankhon mein ek nayi energy thi—ek strange excitement, ek secret thrill.
“Soham…” usne kaha, “Thailand ke liye thoda shopping karna hai. Tum chalogey mere saath?”
Soham ne uska mood dekh ke hansi se jawab diya, “Aaj toh Geeti full-on honeymoon mode mein lag rahi hai. Chalo, shopping karte hain madam ji ke liye.”
Geeti ke paas MD ka diya hua platinum company card tha. Unlimited spending.
Woh dono mall gaye, aur Geeti ne kisi hesitation ke bina woh sab kuch uthaya jo uski Thailand fantasy mein fit baithta tha—
Sexy satin nightwears, deep-slit sarees, bold blouses, classy heels, seductive perfumes, and designer clutches.
Soham usse har outfit try karwata, uske curves pe comment karta, aur dono ek dusre ke saath hass rahe the jaise nayi-nayi shaadi ke baad ka honeymoon ho.
Ek moment aaya jab Geeti ek bold black lace dress try kar ke mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Soham ne uske peeche jaake whisper kiya,
“Yeh MD ka toh BP high kar degi.”
Geeti muskurayi, “BP sirf high nahi… dil bhi fat jaayega.”
Unhone ek dusre ke liye bhi chhoti chhoti cheezein li.
Geeti ne Soham ke liye ek sleek, expensive phone kharida, bina kuch bole uske haath mein rakh diya.
Soham thoda emotional ho gaya, “Tum mujhe itna kuch kyun de rahi ho?”
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, “Kyuki tum mujhe sabse zyada de chuke ho… freedom, support, aur khud pe bharosa.”
Jab bhi Geeti kuch scan karti ya payment karti, uska transaction MD ke system tak seedha alert ke form mein jaata.
Har swipe pe MD ka phone vibrate karta:
“₹18,999 – Lingerie & Accessories”
“₹52,000 – Designer Sarees”
“₹84,000 – Electronics Purchase”
MD office mein apne phone ka alert dekh raha tha, uski aankhon mein ek wicked smile thi.
“She accepted my gift… aur kaise accept kiya.”
Usne apne glass mein whiskey daali aur whisper kiya,
“Ab Geeti sirf naam se nahi… feeling se bhi meri ho rahi hai.”
Lekin MD ek baat bhool gaya tha—Geeti kisi ki hoti nahi, sirf apni hoti hai.
Jo woh le rahi thi, woh sirf ek aur chaal thi… aur Thailand us chaal ka agla move.
Geeti mall ke lingerie section mein explore kar rahi thi, jab uska phone vibrate hua.
Screen pe MD ka naam chamak raha tha—aur uske message ke saath ek image bhi.
MD ka text:
“Try this one too… for our special night.”
Pic: A jet-black lace bra and panty set—ultra bold, sheer, seductive.
Geeti ne screen dekha… phir aankhon mein ek naughty chamak aayi.
“Mujhe test kar raha hai?” usne socha.
Lekin woh MD ke trap mein nahi, uske game mein apna twist daalne wali thi.
Usne turant nearby ek premium lingerie shop mein enter kiya, exact same set dhoondha, aur bina second thought ke purchase kar liya.
MD ke card se.
One more alert buzzed on MD's phone:
“₹13,999 – Intimates & Lingerie”
MD ne message dekha, smirk kiya.
“She’s playing along...”
Wapas ghar aake, Geeti ne woh same black lingerie pehna.
Mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi—deep black lace against her glowing golden skin, and ek hi cheez jo aur visible thi: uska mangalsutra.
Ek reminder ki woh kisi ki wife hai—aur phir bhi, poore duniya ke fantasy mein jeeti hai.
Soham room mein aaya, uski breath literally ruk gayi.
“Tum... isme toh... main control nahi rakh paunga.”
Geeti ne soft hansi mein bola, “Face mat dikhana. Just one click. Sirf uske liye.”
Soham ne ek close-up shot liya—Geeti in the bold black lingerie, only her body and mangalsutra visible.
Seduction and sanskaar… ek frame mein.
Geeti ne woh pic MD ko bhej di, aur saath mein ek message:
“Your gift… accepted. But remember, sir—what you see, doesn’t mean you’ll get to touch.”
“Earn it. In Thailand.”
MD apne cabin mein tha jab usne pic open ki.
Screen pe woh image jhalak gayi—black lace, soft curves, mangalsutra…
Uske haathon se glass chhootte chhootte bacha.
Uska dil tez dhadakne laga, aur ek raw desire se uska pura body react kar gaya.
“She’s dangerous… and I want her even more now.”
MD ne apne tie loose ki, aur whisper kiya—
“Thailand will be unforgettable, Geeti.”
Geeti aur Soham mall se nikal rahe the. Soham ke haathon mein shopping bags the—sexy sarees, lingerie, perfumes, gifts… poori Thailand tayaari.
Geeti side by side chal rahi thi, poore glow mein, fresh and confident, saree mein wrapped like a walking temptation.
Soham ka phone baja—naya wala, jo Geeti ne uske liye kharida tha.
Usne haste hue phone nikala hi tha ki ek second ke liye sab kuch freeze ho gaya…
Ek ladka, hoodie mein, uske haath se phone kheench kar bhaag gaya.
Soham shock mein khada reh gaya, samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki hua kya.
Aur ussi waqt, ek danda hawa mein ghuma, ek dam accurate trajectory mein—seedha chor ke kandhe pe jaake laga.
THWACK!
Chor ka balance hil gaya, aur vo zameen par gir gaya.
Sabke chehre uss direction mein ghoome—
Wahan se ek powerful, lean, stylish cop tezi se aa raha tha. Black shirt, sleeves rolled, aviators on, poori body confidence mein tight, walk mein ek raw energy.
Uska chehra rugged tha, beard trimmed, jaw sharp—and eyes like fire. Shahid Kapoor-style.
Usne zameen pe pade chor ke 2-3 ghuse zor se maare—no overacting, no shouting—bas direct action.
Chor behaal ho gaya, mooh se awaaz bhi nahi nikal paayi. Tab tak ek hawaldar bhi pichhe se aa gaya aur usne us chor ko hatkadi pehna di.
Officer ne jhuk ke Soham ka phone uthaya, uski screen check ki, aur seedha aake Soham ke haath mein diya.
Bina attitude, bina ego—bas calm professionalism.
“Tumhara phone.”
Soham ne slightly shaken expression ke saath “Thanks… Thank you, sir,” bola.
Tabhi Geeti bhi thoda aage badh ke uske paas aayi, apni voice mein warmth aur elegance ke saath boli—
“Thank you, sir... agar aap nahi hote toh…”
Aur usi waqt us officer ki aankhein pehli baar Geeti pe tik gayi.
Usne jo dekha… uska dum le gaya.
Geeti ek deep emerald green satin saree mein thi, dbangd flawlessly.
Sleeveless blouse, low-cut but elegant.
Uska toned waistline saree ke pleats ke beech se tease kar raha tha, ek silver kamarbandh halki si chamak de raha tha.
Uska mangalsutra uske cleavage ke bilkul center mein rest kar raha tha, bold yet traditional.
Geeti ke baal loosely khule the, ek taraf se shoulder ke upar girte hue, aur uski eyes mein ek sharp confidence tha, paired with that warm smile.
Cop ka expression one-second ke liye shift hua.
From hard-edged action hero… to silent admirer.
Usne Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha, ek subtle nod diya—aur phir seedha mudh gaya.
No flirting. No extra words. Bas ek powerful vibe chhod ke chala gaya.
Hawaldar peeche peeche chor ko kheench raha tha.
Geeti ne ek pal ke liye uske jaate hue kadmon ki taraf dekha, fir halki si smile ki.
“Interesting man…” she muttered softly.
Soham ne tease karte hue kaha, “Kya hua? Cop ne bhi impress kar diya?”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Bas uska danda fast tha…”
“Aur aankhein… even faster.”
Geeti ab tak ussi spot par khadi thi—Soham ke saath, bags haath mein, par mann kahin aur atka hua tha. Chor pakda ja chuka tha, phone wapas mil gaya tha, par Geeti ka focus ab kisi aur pe tha… uss cop par.
Woh gaya toh tha, lekin uske jaane ka style bhi… kuch aur hi tha.
Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar khula, chest tight fit mein ubhar raha tha. Walk mein ek attitude tha—jaise poori duniya ko ignore karke sirf apne rhythm mein jeeta ho.
Na smile, na dialogue. Sirf aankhon se sab bol diya.
Geeti ne aankh utha ke dekha… Cop apni car tak pahunch chuka tha.
Usne door khola, baithne se pehle ek baar aur mudh ke dekha—seedha Geeti ki taraf.
Us nazar mein possessiveness nahi thi… lekin raw attraction tha.
Koi flirt nahi, koi gesture nahi—sirf aankhon se bola: "Mujhe yaad rakhna."
Geeti ka dil ek second ke liye theher gaya.
Pehli baar kisi anjaan mard ne use is tareeke se dekha tha—
jaise woh ladki nahi, ek element ho… power, fire, control.
Usne aankh milayi… aur fir woh car mein baith gaya.
Engine ghooma… aur bina brake ya extra glance ke woh chala gaya.
Par Geeti ka mann… wahi ruka reh gaya.
Ramu ka chehra, uski shakl jab usne saree ke andar apna sir daala…
Aur sabse zyada, Geeti ka apna reaction—woh moan jo usne roka nahi, woh aah jo zabaan se phisal gayi thi.
Soham laptop pe kuch kaam kar raha tha, bed ke kone pe. Usne dekha, Geeti ek alag hi glow mein thi.
“You look… dangerous,” Soham bola, ek teasing smile ke saath.
Geeti ne apna pallu side kiya, aur seedha uske paas jaake baith gayi, uske shoulder pe sir rakh diya.
“Kuch kar baithi hoon aaj...” usne halki si smile ke saath kaha.
Soham ne laptop side mein rakha.
“Hmm? MD ka kuch hua kya?”
“Naah... MD toh sirf bhooka sher hai. Aaj toh maine ek loyal kutte ko reward diya.”
Soham ne aankhein thodi narrow ki, confuse hoke bola, “What? Kya matlab?”
Geeti ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se bola, “Ramu.”
Soham blink kiya. “Ramu?! Ramu kaka? Hamara office wala peon Ramu?!”
Geeti ne cheeky smile di, “Wahi. Parking lot mein... mujhe itna horny feel ho raha tha, mujhe kuch chahiye tha… aur Ramu was the quickest option.”
Soham ab shock mein tha aur hasi bhi rok nahi pa raha tha. “Are you telling me... tumne Ramu ko...”
“...summon kiya. Pichhle seat mein bulaya. Saree upar ki. Aur bola... ‘lick me’.”
Soham ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya.
“Tumne Ramu se chut chatwai?!”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Nayi experience tha. Thoda rough, thoda loyal, thoda awara… par 100% obedient.”
Soham ne headshake karte hue bola, “Geeti... tu toh wild nikli yaar. Maine socha tha tum thoda slow jaogi, par tum toh fast-forward mein chal rahi ho.”
Geeti hansi.
“Wait, that’s not all.”
“Uske baad... main uski eyes mein dekh rahi thi. Bechara itna overwhelmed tha. Maine use thoda aur gift de diya.”
Soham squinted. “What do you mean... gift?”
Geeti leaned closer, ekdum sulagti muskurahat ke saath boli—“I gave him a blowjob.”
Soham literally girte girte bacha. “Tu serious hai?! Tu ne Ramu ko…?”
“Kya karein Soham, uske liye toh woh moment NASA mission jaisa tha. Bechara toh khushi mein do baar gir gaya car se bahar aate waqt.”
Soham ab zor zor se hansi nahi rok pa raha tha.
“Mujhe lagta hai Ramu aaj se kal tak sabko bolega ki usne Bhagwan ka darshan kiya.”
“Aur uska Bhagwan deep red saree mein, pallu side karke baithi thi.”
Geeti ne hansi ke beech uska haath pakda. “You’re not mad?”
Soham ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Tum meri fantasy ho, Geeti. Har angle se. Tum jaise apna control le rahi ho... main bas dekhta hoon aur pighal jaata hoon.”
Geeti ne halka sa kiss diya uske cheek par.
“Good. Kyunki Thailand mein ab MD ko line mein lana hai.”
Soham ne tease karte hue bola, “Bas Ramu ko mat le jaana trip pe… uska heart fail ho jayega.”
Geeti hansi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek spark tha.
Woh ab sirf kisi ki biwi nahi thi—woh apni duniya ki queen thi.
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Geeti fresh ho kar bed pe aayi, hair open, ek loose cotton kurti mein, lekin uske chehre pe woh hi tease thi jo MD ke cabin mein thi. Soham usse dekhta hi jaa raha tha.
“Toh... MD se kya baatein hui?” Soham ne casually pucha, jaise bas kaam ka update le raha ho—lekin uski aankhon mein woh old sparkle tha: he was curious, aroused, and slightly jealous. Perfect combo.
Geeti ne smirk kiya, “Uff... MD toh aaj pura todne ke mood mein tha.”
“Aankhon se ya zabaan se?” Soham hansa.
“Dono,” Geeti ne jawab diya, apna pillow lap mein lete hue.
“Sabse pehle toh mujhe dekha jaise mujhe kha jaayega… woh bhi bina sauce ke.”
“Aur tumne kya kiya?” Soham leaned closer.
“Bas thoda tease kiya. Baal side kiye, armpit thoda dikhaya, pallu loose kiya… aur jab pen gira, toh… full view.”
Soham ne aankhen bandh ki aur bola, “Tum toh sabka blood pressure gira dogi, madam.”
“That’s not even the juicy part,” Geeti said, turning to him with narrowed eyes. “MD ne mujhe credit card diya.”
Soham raised an eyebrow. “Kya?”
“Platinum company card. Unlimited access.”
“Aur bola… ‘if you perform well on this trip, you’ll be promoted… to the same level as your manager.’”
Soham ne thoda soch kar bola, “Matlab tumhe manager bana dega… agar tum use khush rakho.”
Geeti nodded slowly, “Uske words professional the, lekin aankhon mein sirf ek message tha—‘Thailand mein, tu meri hai.’”
“Tumne kya kaha?” Soham ab serious tha.
Geeti leaned in, “Maine sirf itna kaha—‘Promotion se zyada chahiye hoga mujhe… for my hard work.’”
“Aur uske baad pen gir gaya…” she winked.
Soham burst out laughing. “Tu kamini hai, lekin meri favorite kamini.”
Geeti: “I know. Aur mujhe maza aa raha hai sabko control mein rakh ke.”
“MD soch raha hoga ki woh mujhe possess karega… lekin mujhe chahiye uska control todna.”
Soham uska haath pakad ke bola, “Tu jo bhi karegi, main tere saath hoon. Bas ek baat yaad rakh…”
“Jab tu uske cabin mein thi, main sirf ek cheez soch raha tha…”
Geeti curious ho gayi, “Kya?”
Soham whispered, “Ki MD ke saamne tumhara blouse thoda aur loose hota… toh shayad use heart attack aa jaata.”
Geeti hansi se gir gayi, pillow uske muh par maar diya.
“Stupid! Mujhe laga koi romantic line bolega!”
“That is romantic!” Soham defended. “Tum dusron ko pagal bana rahi ho, aur main har moment ka spectator hoon. Live cinema with popcorn.”
Geeti ne uske lips pe halki si kiss di.
“Agla scene Thailand mein hoga. Get ready.”
Soham ne cheeky tone mein bola, “MD ready hoga… par mujhe lagta hai tumhare jaal se nikal nahi paayega.”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Aur mujhe lagta hai... main chahungi bhi nahi.”
The laughter between Geeti and Soham slowly faded. The room dimmed into a soft calm, only the faint whirr of the ceiling fan and the rustle of cotton bedsheets remained. Soham shifted closer to her, his fingers slowly tracing the lines of her palm.
“Geeti…” he said quietly, seriousness settling into his tone, “MD ka promotion offer... kya woh deal tumhein sach mein tempting lagi?”
Geeti didn’t answer immediately. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes thoughtful, breathing steady. Then, slowly, she nodded.
“Haan... tempting tha,” she whispered. “Powerful tha. Us tarah se kisi ne mujhe kabhi nahi dekha—jaise main ek weapon hoon, ek currency bhi, lekin ek queen bhi. And when he said ‘Vice President’, mere dimaag mein ek spark hua.”
Soham kept looking at her, his expression neutral but his eyes scanning hers deeply.
“You deserve that position,” he said after a pause. “Not because you can seduce a man like MD… but because you can dominate men like him.”
Geeti turned her head to him, slightly surprised. “Tumhe sacchi mein lagta hai main us level pe hoon?”
“Nahi, Geeti,” Soham replied, gently brushing a finger against her cheek. “Main maanta hoon… tum us level se upar ho. Tum mein charm hai, brains hai, control hai, aur sabse badi baat—tumhe pata hai kab kaunse emotion ka use karna hai. That’s CEO material. Not just VP.”
Geeti’s eyes shimmered—partly with pride, partly with something unspoken.
“Lekin yeh sab… is raaste se?” she asked softly. “MD ko please karke, uske greed ka hissa banke?”
Soham exhaled slowly. “Tum kisi ko please nahi kar rahi ho. Tum game khel rahi ho. Difference samjho. MD soch raha hai ke woh tumhe control karega. Mujhe pata hai—tum hi use control karogi.”
“Aur agar main waha tak pahunch gayi toh?” Geeti asked, her voice quiet but intense. “Uski offer le li, power bhi le li… lekin apna body, apna self-respect... woh?”
Soham leaned closer, his voice calm but grounded.
“Self-respect chhoti soch ka concept hai, Geeti. Tum agar apne terms pe chal rahi ho, apni marzi se decisions le rahi ho, toh tum beizzati nahi kar rahi—tum rule kar rahi ho.”
“Tum MD ke bed tak jaao ya boardroom tak, agar decision tumhara hai, toh shame ka sawal hi nahi.”
Geeti held his gaze for a long moment. Then, she reached out and took his hand.
“Toh tum ready ho? Agar main sach mein VP ban jaati hoon… aur us raaste mein MD ka obsession aur dangerous ho gaya, toh?”
Soham squeezed her hand, his voice quiet but firm.
“Main ready hoon. Tumhare saath hoon. Bas ek cheez chahiye—jo bhi karo, mujhe jhoot mat bolna. Agar tum kisi ke saath raho… emotionally, ya physically, mujhe pata ho. Mujhe sach chahiye. Main tumhara partner hoon, spectator nahi.”
Geeti's throat tightened. She hadn’t expected that line—but it landed deep.
“Tum jaante ho na Soham… tumhare bina main yeh game nahi khelti.”
“I know,” he smiled faintly. “But you’re damn good at it now.”
They lay there in silence for a while, fingers interlaced, their minds dancing somewhere between ambition, lust, and truth.
The game had begun.
But now, Geeti wasn’t just playing it… she was planning to win it.
Agli subah, sunlight bedroom ke curtains se chhanni lagi thi. Geeti coffee ka cup leke Soham ke paas aayi, uski aankhon mein ek nayi energy thi—ek strange excitement, ek secret thrill.
“Soham…” usne kaha, “Thailand ke liye thoda shopping karna hai. Tum chalogey mere saath?”
Soham ne uska mood dekh ke hansi se jawab diya, “Aaj toh Geeti full-on honeymoon mode mein lag rahi hai. Chalo, shopping karte hain madam ji ke liye.”
Geeti ke paas MD ka diya hua platinum company card tha. Unlimited spending.
Woh dono mall gaye, aur Geeti ne kisi hesitation ke bina woh sab kuch uthaya jo uski Thailand fantasy mein fit baithta tha—
Sexy satin nightwears, deep-slit sarees, bold blouses, classy heels, seductive perfumes, and designer clutches.
Soham usse har outfit try karwata, uske curves pe comment karta, aur dono ek dusre ke saath hass rahe the jaise nayi-nayi shaadi ke baad ka honeymoon ho.
Ek moment aaya jab Geeti ek bold black lace dress try kar ke mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Soham ne uske peeche jaake whisper kiya,
“Yeh MD ka toh BP high kar degi.”
Geeti muskurayi, “BP sirf high nahi… dil bhi fat jaayega.”
Unhone ek dusre ke liye bhi chhoti chhoti cheezein li.
Geeti ne Soham ke liye ek sleek, expensive phone kharida, bina kuch bole uske haath mein rakh diya.
Soham thoda emotional ho gaya, “Tum mujhe itna kuch kyun de rahi ho?”
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, “Kyuki tum mujhe sabse zyada de chuke ho… freedom, support, aur khud pe bharosa.”
Jab bhi Geeti kuch scan karti ya payment karti, uska transaction MD ke system tak seedha alert ke form mein jaata.
Har swipe pe MD ka phone vibrate karta:
“₹18,999 – Lingerie & Accessories”
“₹52,000 – Designer Sarees”
“₹84,000 – Electronics Purchase”
MD office mein apne phone ka alert dekh raha tha, uski aankhon mein ek wicked smile thi.
“She accepted my gift… aur kaise accept kiya.”
Usne apne glass mein whiskey daali aur whisper kiya,
“Ab Geeti sirf naam se nahi… feeling se bhi meri ho rahi hai.”
Lekin MD ek baat bhool gaya tha—Geeti kisi ki hoti nahi, sirf apni hoti hai.
Jo woh le rahi thi, woh sirf ek aur chaal thi… aur Thailand us chaal ka agla move.
Geeti mall ke lingerie section mein explore kar rahi thi, jab uska phone vibrate hua.
Screen pe MD ka naam chamak raha tha—aur uske message ke saath ek image bhi.
MD ka text:
“Try this one too… for our special night.”
Pic: A jet-black lace bra and panty set—ultra bold, sheer, seductive.
Geeti ne screen dekha… phir aankhon mein ek naughty chamak aayi.
“Mujhe test kar raha hai?” usne socha.
Lekin woh MD ke trap mein nahi, uske game mein apna twist daalne wali thi.
Usne turant nearby ek premium lingerie shop mein enter kiya, exact same set dhoondha, aur bina second thought ke purchase kar liya.
MD ke card se.
One more alert buzzed on MD's phone:
“₹13,999 – Intimates & Lingerie”
MD ne message dekha, smirk kiya.
“She’s playing along...”
Wapas ghar aake, Geeti ne woh same black lingerie pehna.
Mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi—deep black lace against her glowing golden skin, and ek hi cheez jo aur visible thi: uska mangalsutra.
Ek reminder ki woh kisi ki wife hai—aur phir bhi, poore duniya ke fantasy mein jeeti hai.
Soham room mein aaya, uski breath literally ruk gayi.
“Tum... isme toh... main control nahi rakh paunga.”
Geeti ne soft hansi mein bola, “Face mat dikhana. Just one click. Sirf uske liye.”
Soham ne ek close-up shot liya—Geeti in the bold black lingerie, only her body and mangalsutra visible.
Seduction and sanskaar… ek frame mein.
Geeti ne woh pic MD ko bhej di, aur saath mein ek message:
“Your gift… accepted. But remember, sir—what you see, doesn’t mean you’ll get to touch.”
“Earn it. In Thailand.”
MD apne cabin mein tha jab usne pic open ki.
Screen pe woh image jhalak gayi—black lace, soft curves, mangalsutra…
Uske haathon se glass chhootte chhootte bacha.
Uska dil tez dhadakne laga, aur ek raw desire se uska pura body react kar gaya.
“She’s dangerous… and I want her even more now.”
MD ne apne tie loose ki, aur whisper kiya—
“Thailand will be unforgettable, Geeti.”
Geeti aur Soham mall se nikal rahe the. Soham ke haathon mein shopping bags the—sexy sarees, lingerie, perfumes, gifts… poori Thailand tayaari.
Geeti side by side chal rahi thi, poore glow mein, fresh and confident, saree mein wrapped like a walking temptation.
Soham ka phone baja—naya wala, jo Geeti ne uske liye kharida tha.
Usne haste hue phone nikala hi tha ki ek second ke liye sab kuch freeze ho gaya…
Ek ladka, hoodie mein, uske haath se phone kheench kar bhaag gaya.
Soham shock mein khada reh gaya, samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki hua kya.
Aur ussi waqt, ek danda hawa mein ghuma, ek dam accurate trajectory mein—seedha chor ke kandhe pe jaake laga.
THWACK!
Chor ka balance hil gaya, aur vo zameen par gir gaya.
Sabke chehre uss direction mein ghoome—
Wahan se ek powerful, lean, stylish cop tezi se aa raha tha. Black shirt, sleeves rolled, aviators on, poori body confidence mein tight, walk mein ek raw energy.
Uska chehra rugged tha, beard trimmed, jaw sharp—and eyes like fire. Shahid Kapoor-style.
Usne zameen pe pade chor ke 2-3 ghuse zor se maare—no overacting, no shouting—bas direct action.
Chor behaal ho gaya, mooh se awaaz bhi nahi nikal paayi. Tab tak ek hawaldar bhi pichhe se aa gaya aur usne us chor ko hatkadi pehna di.
Officer ne jhuk ke Soham ka phone uthaya, uski screen check ki, aur seedha aake Soham ke haath mein diya.
Bina attitude, bina ego—bas calm professionalism.
“Tumhara phone.”
Soham ne slightly shaken expression ke saath “Thanks… Thank you, sir,” bola.
Tabhi Geeti bhi thoda aage badh ke uske paas aayi, apni voice mein warmth aur elegance ke saath boli—
“Thank you, sir... agar aap nahi hote toh…”
Aur usi waqt us officer ki aankhein pehli baar Geeti pe tik gayi.
Usne jo dekha… uska dum le gaya.
Geeti ek deep emerald green satin saree mein thi, dbangd flawlessly.
Sleeveless blouse, low-cut but elegant.
Uska toned waistline saree ke pleats ke beech se tease kar raha tha, ek silver kamarbandh halki si chamak de raha tha.
Uska mangalsutra uske cleavage ke bilkul center mein rest kar raha tha, bold yet traditional.
Geeti ke baal loosely khule the, ek taraf se shoulder ke upar girte hue, aur uski eyes mein ek sharp confidence tha, paired with that warm smile.
Cop ka expression one-second ke liye shift hua.
From hard-edged action hero… to silent admirer.
Usne Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha, ek subtle nod diya—aur phir seedha mudh gaya.
No flirting. No extra words. Bas ek powerful vibe chhod ke chala gaya.
Hawaldar peeche peeche chor ko kheench raha tha.
Geeti ne ek pal ke liye uske jaate hue kadmon ki taraf dekha, fir halki si smile ki.
“Interesting man…” she muttered softly.
Soham ne tease karte hue kaha, “Kya hua? Cop ne bhi impress kar diya?”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Bas uska danda fast tha…”
“Aur aankhein… even faster.”
Geeti ab tak ussi spot par khadi thi—Soham ke saath, bags haath mein, par mann kahin aur atka hua tha. Chor pakda ja chuka tha, phone wapas mil gaya tha, par Geeti ka focus ab kisi aur pe tha… uss cop par.
Woh gaya toh tha, lekin uske jaane ka style bhi… kuch aur hi tha.
Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar khula, chest tight fit mein ubhar raha tha. Walk mein ek attitude tha—jaise poori duniya ko ignore karke sirf apne rhythm mein jeeta ho.
Na smile, na dialogue. Sirf aankhon se sab bol diya.
Geeti ne aankh utha ke dekha… Cop apni car tak pahunch chuka tha.
Usne door khola, baithne se pehle ek baar aur mudh ke dekha—seedha Geeti ki taraf.
Us nazar mein possessiveness nahi thi… lekin raw attraction tha.
Koi flirt nahi, koi gesture nahi—sirf aankhon se bola: "Mujhe yaad rakhna."
Geeti ka dil ek second ke liye theher gaya.
Pehli baar kisi anjaan mard ne use is tareeke se dekha tha—
jaise woh ladki nahi, ek element ho… power, fire, control.
Usne aankh milayi… aur fir woh car mein baith gaya.
Engine ghooma… aur bina brake ya extra glance ke woh chala gaya.
Par Geeti ka mann… wahi ruka reh gaya.
