Update 31
Soham kuch bol raha tha bags ke baare mein, lekin Geeti ne sirf ek halki “hmm” kiya.
Uska dimaag ussi aankhon mein atka hua tha.
“Yeh kaun tha?” usne andar hi andar socha.
“Aur kyun... uske ek nazar ne mujhe hilaa diya?”
MD, Raghavan, Aditya, Vikram, Arjun… sabne usse chaha tha.
Par yeh cop… usne chaha nahi. Sirf dekha. Aur woh dekhna hi kaafi tha.
Geeti ne dheere se apne lips pe zabaan pheri… ek ajeeb si heat feel ki.
Thailand ki trip ab aur zyada complicated hone wali thi—kyunki Geeti ke dimaag mein ek aur mard ki jhalak ghus chuki thi.
Inspector Deva car mein baitha chuka tha, lekin uska mann mall ke entrance pe khadi ek aurat mein hi atka hua tha—Geeti.
Woh sirf ek pretty face nahi thi… uske andar kuch tha jo Deva jaise rough, street-smart officer ka bhi dhyan kheench gaya tha.
Saree mein wrapped seduction. Mangalsutra ke saath sanskaar. Eyes mein grace. Smile mein power.
“Itni graceful aur seductive ek saath… aur pati ke saath aayi hai. Par uske body language mein kuch aur tha…”
Deva ne apne steering wheel pe ungliyon se tap karte hue apne aap se kaha,
“Yeh ladki alag hai… seductive bhi hai, aur kisi aur level pe pure bhi. Pati ke saath hone ke bawajood… aankhon mein ek kahaani chhupi hai.”
Woh ladkiyaan toh dekhi thi jisne flirt kiya, jinki aankhon mein hook-up likha hota tha.
Par Geeti—woh flirt nahi kar rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein direct nazar thi… jaise challenge de rahi ho, lekin silently.
Aisi aurat chhoone layak nahi, jeene layak lagti thi.
Deva ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si ghumti thi—“Ye ladki... kisi aur ke saath kyun hai?”
Woh ye question nahi pooch raha tha out of lust… balki curiosity. A deep one.
Tabhi usne hawaldar Rane ko bulaya, jo pichhe wali bike pe tha.
“Rane,” usne dry tone mein bola.
“Thode der baad mall ke andar jaana. Us couple ke baare mein info nikaal. Woh ladki green satin saree mein thi… pati ke saath thi. Mujhe unka naam, gaadi ka number, aur kaha rehte hain—sab chahiye.”
Rane ne surprise hoke bola, “Sir, koi case hai kya?”
Deva ne side mein dekha, sunglasses utare, aur slow smile diya.
“Nahi… filhal koi case nahi. Par ho sakta hai… future mein ho.”
Usne ignition ghuma diya. Gaadi raw engine ke saath move ki.
Par jaise hi rearview mirror mein Geeti ka reflection gayab hua, Deva ne socha—
“Ek baar aur dekhna hai usse. Jaanna hai… kyun uski ek nazar se mera control hil gaya.”
Aur gaadi mud gayi… seedha thane ki taraf, lekin dil Geeti ke aaspaas hi bhatakta raha.
Shaam ko, jab Inspector Deva apne office se nikal kar direct ek residential society ke saamne rukha, uska mann calm tha, lekin aankhon mein wohi intensity.
Rane ne saari details de di thi—Soham aur Geeti, flat number, gaadi ka number, even their recent shopping bill ka breakdown.
Deva ne building ke lobby mein enter kiya, lift se third floor gaya, aur door ke samne khade hoke knock kiya—do baar, firm tap.
Darwaza khola Amruta ne.
Ek young, attractive woman. Usne Deva ko dekha, thoda hesitant expression ke saath pucha,
“Kaun chahiye?”
Deva ne apna ID card dikhaya, calm voice mein bola, “Main Inspector Deva. Soham aur Geeti se kuch zaroori baat karni thi.”
Amruta ne seedha awaaz lagayi,
“Didi… Soham… ek security officer officer aaya hai, aap dono ko bula raha hai.”
Thodi der mein Soham drawing room tak aaya, t-shirt aur track pants mein—casual, lekin thoda alert.
“Sir, aap yahan? Please, andar aaiye.”
Deva ne sir hila ke andar kadam rakha, ghar simple lekin neat tha—ghar ki warmth mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Woh ek corner sofa pe baith gaya, poora environment calmly scan karta raha.
Soham ne pucha, “Kya kaam tha, sir?”
Deva ne neutral expression ke saath bola,
“Kuch khaas nahi. Jo chor ko maine aaj pakda tha, uske case mein bas aapka ek short statement chahiye. Confirm karna tha ki phone chori aapke saath hua tha. FIR mein formality hai.”
“Haan ji, bilkul,” Soham ne turant kaha. “Main likh ke de dunga.”
Tabhi kitchen se Geeti nikalti hai.
Aur Deva ka dil… ek baar phir hil gaya.
Geeti ghar ke casual kapdon mein thi—ek soft cotton sleeveless kurti, niche pyjama.
Simple, ghar ke outfit. Lekin uski twacha ka natural glow, uski neckline ka curve, aur bare shoulders ne Deva ka pura dhyan khinch liya.
Uske baal loosely bandh rahe the, lekin usne Deva ko dekhte hi ek haath se baal piche kiye…
Aur bas… usi movement mein uski smooth armpits ki halki jhalak dikh gayi.
Soft, clean… subtly seductive.
Deva ne aankhen control karne ki koshish ki, lekin uske mooh se halki si narm awaaz nikal gayi—“Uff...”
Na zyada loud, na obvious… sirf ek suppressed reaction.
Geeti ne use directly aankhon mein dekha, aur ek soft, respectful smile di—bilkul sanskari pativrata biwi wali.
But Deva jaanta tha—yeh smile ke andar kuch aur tha. Challenge, control, aur ek spark jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya.
“Statement dekar chala jaunga…” Deva ne socha.
“Par yeh ladki… mere dimaag se jaane wali nahi hai.”
It had been two days since Deva visited Geeti and Soham’s home.
But woh do minute, woh ek smile, aur woh sleeveless kurti ke neeche dikhte uske nange shoulders aur armpits—woh Deva ke dimaag se jaa nahi rahe the.
He’d seen countless women—bold, broken, brazen—but Geeti mein kuch alag tha.
She was temptation wrapped in simplicity.
Woh full force mein try kar raha tha apne kaam pe focus karne ka, but Geeti ka image baar baar uske dimaag ke kone mein flash hota.
Uske eyes… wo softness ke saath ek chhupi hui chaal bhi rakhti thi.
“Kya yeh sirf attraction hai? Ya kuch aur?” Deva ne apne cabin mein baithke socha.
Phir usne phone uthaya… aur Rane ko bula liya.
Geeti balcony mein khadi thi, coffee ka cup haath mein. Soham andar call pe busy tha.
She was wearing a soft floral cotton night suit, hair open, and a calm smile playing on her lips.
Tabhi bell baji.
Door open karte hi Amruta ek second ke liye frozen reh gayi.
Wahi same security officer officer, Inspector Deva.
Black shirt, same intense eyes, par aaj uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa softness tha.
“Namaste,” Deva ne short smile ke saath kaha. “Main andar aa sakta hoon?”
Is baar Geeti ne khud approach kiya.
“Zaroor, sir. Aaiye.”
Uska voice calm tha, lekin andar se woh bhi feel kar rahi thi kuch… alag.
Soham bhi aaya, dekh ke slightly surprised hua. “Sir, sab theek hai?”
Deva ne baitak mein baithte hue bola,
“Ek update dena tha… woh chor jiska statement liya tha, usne pehle bhi aise hi 3 jagah chori ki thi. Aap dono ki statement kaafi help karegi court mein.”
Geeti ne side mein sofa par baithte hue ek subtle glance diya.
Aaj usne kurtis ke bajaye ek deep blue cotton nightwear pehna tha—modest, par perfectly fitted.
Uska neckline slightly loose tha, aur jab usne baal adjust kiye… wohi jhalak… wohi softness.
Deva ne aankhon mein control laane ki koshish ki, par nazar phisal hi gayi.
Phir, ek second mein Geeti ne aankhon mein aankhon daali—seedha, silent, **jaise keh rahi ho: “Main jaanti ho
Deva ne statement form nikaala, pen uthaya, lekin uska dhyaan kaagaz pe nahi, Geeti par tha.
Woh ab kitchen se nikal kar table ke paas aayi thi, paani ka glass lekar.
Simple cotton kurti, loose pajamas, aur ek calm elegance jo kisi bhi fashionable makeup se zyada powerful thi.
“Sir, paani lijiye,” usne bola, voice mein softness thi, lekin aankhon mein ek teekha sparkle.
Deva ne glass liya.
Uska haath Geeti ke haath se chhua... bas ek second ke liye.
Lekin woh ek second... lambe waqt tak uske andar echo karta raha.
“Aap log kaafi samajhdaar couple lagte ho,” Deva ne casually kaha, “lekin pata nahi kyun, aapke ghar mein kuch... alag energy hai.”
Soham ne muskurate hue bola, “Hum thoda unconventional hain, sir.”
“Ek dusre ko samajhne ki koshish karte hain… zyada bandh ke nahi rakhte.”
Geeti ne woh line suni… aur Deva ki taraf aankhon se dekha.
Aankhon mein directness thi. Challenge nahi… lekin invitation to curiosity.
Deva ne pen table par rakha. Woh jaane ko tha... par pair ruka rahe.
“Kya main thodi der baith sakta hoon?” usne pucha, voice calm but loaded.
Soham thoda hairaan hua, lekin haan mein sir hila diya, “Of course, sir. Chai laaun?”
Deva ne Geeti ki taraf dekha.
“Agar aap banayein toh…”
Geeti ke honthon pe ek teasing si smile aayi.
“Thik hai, sir. Par chai strong milegi… main thoda kadak banati hoon.”
Deva ne aankhon se jawab diya, “Mujhe strong hi pasand hai.”
Kitchen mein jaake Geeti thoda muskurayi. Woh jaanti thi—yeh sirf chai nahi, ek rishta banne ki shuruaat thi.
Living room mein Deva chhup-chhup kar uski movements observe kar raha tha. Uska back, uski bare arms, jab woh jug uthakar stove pe rakhti thi, jab uske baal ka ek strand uske cheek pe girta tha aur woh usse piche karti thi... har moment Deva ko ek trance mein daal raha tha.
Woh security officerwala tha—hundreds of cases, dozens of affairs.
Lekin Geeti… yeh pehli thi jo uske andar silence create kar rahi thi.
Chai aayi. Conversation chalu hua. Politics se leke society tak, aur phir thoda personal. Soham active tha, lekin Deva ke har jawab ke baad, uski nazar Geeti par hi rehti thi—jaise uske reaction padhta ho.
45 minutes baad, jab finally woh uthne laga, usne door tak jaake ruk ke kaha:
“Waise… main Geeti ji ke haath ki chai kaafi din yaad rakhunga.”
Geeti ne slow smile diya, “Aap jaise log bhoolte nahi... sirf observe karte hain.”
Deva ne pehli baar openly uski taraf dekha—bina blink kiye.
“Aur aap jaise log sirf dikhaate nahi… chhupake bhi kaafi kuch keh jaate hain.”
Woh chala gaya.
Lekin woh waqt… woh baat-cheet… woh gaze…
Teeno ke beech ek invisible thread chhod gaya tha.
Soham ne door band kiya, thoda time chhup raha, phir Geeti ki taraf mudh gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ajeeb si excitement thi.
“Toh…” he said slowly, “kya feel kiya? Jab woh andar tha… tumhe dekh raha tha… woh look?”
Geeti sofa pe baith gayi, uske haath mein abhi bhi chai ka cup tha—lekin ab woh sirf uske honthon ke paas tha, lips tak nahi gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ek sharam bhari si smile thi.
“Alag laga.” Geeti finally said.
“Woh… woh sirf dekh nahi raha tha. Woh scan kar raha tha. Jaise har movement absorb kar raha ho… bina kuch bole.”
Soham aake uske saamne baith gaya, dono aankhon se aankhon mein.
“Aur tumhe? Kya feel hua?”
Geeti thoda hesitant lagi… lekin phir usne confess kiya.
“Uski aankhon mein ek raw man power thi… full silence mein bhi possessiveness thi. Mujhe aisa laga—jaise main kisi cheez ka part nahi, balki poori cheez hoon jisey woh paana chahta hai.”
Soham ke lips pe ek crooked smile aaya… aur uska breathing thoda heavy ho gaya.
“Tumhe woh chahiye?”
Geeti ne aankh milake seedha kaha,
“Main chahti hoon… woh mujhe chaahe.”
“Aur main yeh game control mein rakhna chahti hoon… lekin honestly, jab usne mujhe dekha tha…”
“…main andar se pura heat feel kar rahi thi.”
Soham ab already turned on tha.
Uska naya phone ek side tha, par uska focus sirf Geeti ke shabdon pe tha.
“Geeti…” usne dheere se kaha, “main ek cheez kehna chahta hoon… jo kabhi kisi se nahi kaha.”
Geeti curious ho gayi, “Kya?”
Soham leaned in closer, his voice now low and loaded with hunger.
“I want to see him… when he fucks you.”
Geeti shock mein uski taraf dekhi.
Kuch seconds ke liye silence chhaya raha.
Phir uske honthon pe ek teasing smile aayi.
“Tum dekh paoge? Jab woh meri saree hataayega… jab main uske neeche rahungi… jab uski aankhon mein woh intensity wapas dikhegi…”
Soham ne uske pair pakad liye, “Main sirf dekhna nahi chahta… main tum dono ko feel karna chahta hoon.”
“Tumhare expressions, uska power… aur tum dono ke beech jo tension hai, uska climax.”
Geeti ne uska face apne haathon mein liya… aur whisper kiya,
“Toh tayyar ho jao… Deva ke game mein main jaa rahi hoon. Lekin script ab bhi mere paas hai.”
Geeti aaj apne routine mein thi—market jaane nikli thi ek light kurti aur palazzo mein, bina kisi special tayyari ke. No lipstick, no dramatic dbang. Just a simple bun, jhumkas, and a sling bag.
Lekin simplicity mein bhi uski ada chhupi thi.
Woh ek supermarket ke parking mein apni scooty park kar rahi thi, jab ek kaali Scorpio uske paas rukhi. She didn't pay much attention.
Tabhi window neeche hua… aur andar baitha tha—Inspector Deva.
Geeti ke steps ruk gaye. Aankhen thodi si fail gayi.
“Madam market bhi aati hain?” Deva ne tease kiya, voice mein usual calm sarcasm.
“Main toh sochta tha aap sirf royal entry leti hain…”
Geeti ne smile kiya, “Sir, mujhe groceries bhi chahiye hoti hain. Warna ‘aap jaisa khaas mehmaan’ aayega toh chai ke saath kya serve karungi?”
Deva ki aankhon mein wo hi spark laut aaya.
“Phir toh main baar baar aata rahoon... taaki har baar naye serve ka taste mile.”
Chhoti si teasing silence hui.
Geeti ne scooter ka stand lagaya, aur casual tone mein bola,
“Akele ho, sir?”
“Hamesha.” Deva ne seedha jawab diya.
“Companions mere liye distractions ban jaate hain. Par…”
He looked straight into her eyes.
“Kuch distractions… worth it hote hain.”
Geeti ne aankh milayi, bina blink kiye.
Uska dil dhadak raha tha, par uska chehra shant tha.
“Aaj aapko dekhke lag raha hai… aap mujhe jaan bujh ke mila hai.”
Deva: “Main toh keh raha tha… shayad aap mujhe attract kar rahi ho. Subconsciously.”
Geeti ne thoda paas aake kaha, “Sir, main married hoon.”
Deva leaned slightly forward from the driver’s seat.
“Aur main emotionally unavailable. Dono perfect mismatch hain. Tabhi toh yeh chemistry itni khatarnaak hai.”
Geeti ne palat ke andar market ki taraf jaane ka signal diya, “Main andar ja rahi hoon…”
Deva ne kaha, “Main yahin hoon. Jab tak tum ho, dekhne ke liye reason bhi hai.”
Geeti andar chali gayi, lekin har shelf pe usse lag raha tha… woh dekha jaa raha hai.
Woh aankhon ka pressure… woh silent chase… woh hawaa jo suddenly thodi garam lagne lagi thi.
Jab woh billing pe aayi, tabhi usne dekha—Deva bhi andar aa chuka tha. Bas ek chocolate bar aur energy drink leke, line mein uske peeche.
“Sweet ke baad thoda bitter chahiye hota hai.”
Usne whisper kiya.
Geeti ne slow turn kiya, aur bola—
“Careful rahiye, sir… zyada meetha blood sugar badha deta hai.”
Deva ne smirk kiya,
“Aur zyada kadak... dil.”
Geeti mall se nikalte waqt chhoti si smile ke saath Deva ko side glance deke chali gayi.
Deva ne chocolate aur drink ka bill kiya, aur seedha apni gaadi ki taraf.
Tabhi… badal garajne lage.
Tez hawa, halki drops… aur phir achanak Mumbai-style baarish.
Geeti apni scooty tak bhaagti hai, lekin baarish itni tez thi ki uska cotton kurta turant chipak gaya uske body se.
Usne scooty ka cover khola, par ignition se pehle usne dekha—pure kapdon se uska bra shape ubhar aaya tha, wet fabric se.
Tabhi uske peeche ek horn baja.
She turned.
Black Scorpio. Deva inside.
Window neeche aaya, aur bina kuch bole usne side door unlock kiya.
Sirf ek sentence:
“Scooty chhodo. Aaj tum sirf insaan ho, waterproof nahi.”
Geeti ne ek second socha… phir chali gayi uski car ke paas.
She got in. Entirely drenched. Hair wet, lips trembling—not from cold, but something else.
Car ke andar ek thick silence tha.
Deva uske wet look ko side mein dekh raha tha, magar bina ghoore.
Bas ek gehri si nazar thi—control mein, lekin andar se hil chuki thi.
“Kaha chhod doon?” usne poocha, voice thodi rough thi.
“Bas... thodi der drive kar lo,” Geeti ne jawab diya, apne wet baal pe haath phirte hue.
Us movement mein uska armpit ek baar phir se visible hua. Clean. Soft. Wet.
Deva ne aankhon se sidha road dekha, par uska grip steering pe tight ho gaya.
“Tum jaanti ho na… jo ho raha hai… woh casual nahi hai?” Deva ne poocha.
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, “Main sab jaanti hoon. Bas... dekh rahi hoon, tum kitna control kar sakte ho.”
Deva ne brake lightly dabaya. Car ek side lane mein ghuma di.
Ab baarish bahar thodi dheemi ho gayi thi.
Andar… dono ka heartbeat tez.
Deva leaned a little closer.
“Tumhara pati kya jaanta hai?”
Geeti ne whispered, “Woh sab jaanta hai. Aur woh dekhna chahta hai—kab mera control tootega.”
Deva ab uske lips ke kaafi close tha…
But still… he held back.
“Mujhe laga main strong hoon. Tumne meri soch badal di.”
Geeti smiled slowly.
“Mujhe na toh fasaana hai… na fasna. Mujhe sirf dekhna hai—tum kaise bikhrote ho.”
Car ek chhoti si sunaan galli mein ruki thi.
Baarish ab windshield pe halki tapping kar rahi thi—lekin andar… ek alag baarish chal rahi thi.
Geeti ki breathing slightly uneven thi, uska kurta ab thoda sukha ho raha tha car ki warm air se, lekin body ka curve us wet fabric ke through ab bhi Deva ke samne ek open secret tha.
Deva ne steering se haath hata liya.
Usne side glance diya—aur woh nazar simple nahi thi.
Woh nazar woh thi jisme ek security officer officer, ek mard aur ek junooni insaan saath zinda the.
“Tum dangerous ho, Geeti,” usne finally kaha, voice low, rough and magnetic.
“Tum mujhe woh feel karwa rahe ho… jo maine kabhi nahi chaha tha.”
Geeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Toh mat feel karo.”
Deva leaned closer.
“Kar raha hoon. Control nahi hai.”
Geeti ki aankhon mein game chal raha tha—lekin dil thoda fast dhadak raha tha.
She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull back.
Instead… usne apni cheek uski taraf thoda angle pe kar di—jaise keh rahi ho, agar kuch karna hai… toh abhi.
Unka distance ab sirf ek sans ka tha.
Deva ke haath ne armrest pe pressure daala. Uska face Geeti ke paas… itna paas ki dono ke saans ek doosre ke cheek pe feel ho rahi thi.
Phir Geeti ne dheere se bola,
“You want to touch me, don’t you?”
Deva ne aankhon mein aankhon daal ke kaha—“Main tumhare andar ghus jaana chahta hoon. Tumhaari aankhon se. Tumhare silence mein. Tumhare har movement mein.”
Geeti ka gala thoda dry ho gaya tha.
But she smiled… not a lustful smile… ek victorious, confident smile.
“Aur agar main chahoon… ki tum sirf dekhte raho?”
Deva thoda sa laugh kiya—bitter, helpless.
“Phir main dekhunga. Jab tak jal nahi jaata.”
Phir ek long pause hua.
Don’t-touch-me energy, mixed with please-touch-me heat.
Geeti ne aankhon se uska face scan kiya—ek mard jo bahar se tough tha, lekin ab uske samne vulnerable tha.
Tabhi… Geeti ne apni finger se Deva ke cheek ke paas ek boond baarish ki wipe ki.
Bas ek touch. Soft. Warm. Quiet.
“Chalo sir, ghar chhodiye. Warna aaj kuch toot jaayega.”
Deva ne car start ki.
No more words.
Par jo unki aankhon mein tha… woh sex se bhi zyada intense tha.
Uska dimaag ussi aankhon mein atka hua tha.
“Yeh kaun tha?” usne andar hi andar socha.
“Aur kyun... uske ek nazar ne mujhe hilaa diya?”
MD, Raghavan, Aditya, Vikram, Arjun… sabne usse chaha tha.
Par yeh cop… usne chaha nahi. Sirf dekha. Aur woh dekhna hi kaafi tha.
Geeti ne dheere se apne lips pe zabaan pheri… ek ajeeb si heat feel ki.
Thailand ki trip ab aur zyada complicated hone wali thi—kyunki Geeti ke dimaag mein ek aur mard ki jhalak ghus chuki thi.
Inspector Deva car mein baitha chuka tha, lekin uska mann mall ke entrance pe khadi ek aurat mein hi atka hua tha—Geeti.
Woh sirf ek pretty face nahi thi… uske andar kuch tha jo Deva jaise rough, street-smart officer ka bhi dhyan kheench gaya tha.
Saree mein wrapped seduction. Mangalsutra ke saath sanskaar. Eyes mein grace. Smile mein power.
“Itni graceful aur seductive ek saath… aur pati ke saath aayi hai. Par uske body language mein kuch aur tha…”
Deva ne apne steering wheel pe ungliyon se tap karte hue apne aap se kaha,
“Yeh ladki alag hai… seductive bhi hai, aur kisi aur level pe pure bhi. Pati ke saath hone ke bawajood… aankhon mein ek kahaani chhupi hai.”
Woh ladkiyaan toh dekhi thi jisne flirt kiya, jinki aankhon mein hook-up likha hota tha.
Par Geeti—woh flirt nahi kar rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein direct nazar thi… jaise challenge de rahi ho, lekin silently.
Aisi aurat chhoone layak nahi, jeene layak lagti thi.
Deva ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si ghumti thi—“Ye ladki... kisi aur ke saath kyun hai?”
Woh ye question nahi pooch raha tha out of lust… balki curiosity. A deep one.
Tabhi usne hawaldar Rane ko bulaya, jo pichhe wali bike pe tha.
“Rane,” usne dry tone mein bola.
“Thode der baad mall ke andar jaana. Us couple ke baare mein info nikaal. Woh ladki green satin saree mein thi… pati ke saath thi. Mujhe unka naam, gaadi ka number, aur kaha rehte hain—sab chahiye.”
Rane ne surprise hoke bola, “Sir, koi case hai kya?”
Deva ne side mein dekha, sunglasses utare, aur slow smile diya.
“Nahi… filhal koi case nahi. Par ho sakta hai… future mein ho.”
Usne ignition ghuma diya. Gaadi raw engine ke saath move ki.
Par jaise hi rearview mirror mein Geeti ka reflection gayab hua, Deva ne socha—
“Ek baar aur dekhna hai usse. Jaanna hai… kyun uski ek nazar se mera control hil gaya.”
Aur gaadi mud gayi… seedha thane ki taraf, lekin dil Geeti ke aaspaas hi bhatakta raha.
Shaam ko, jab Inspector Deva apne office se nikal kar direct ek residential society ke saamne rukha, uska mann calm tha, lekin aankhon mein wohi intensity.
Rane ne saari details de di thi—Soham aur Geeti, flat number, gaadi ka number, even their recent shopping bill ka breakdown.
Deva ne building ke lobby mein enter kiya, lift se third floor gaya, aur door ke samne khade hoke knock kiya—do baar, firm tap.
Darwaza khola Amruta ne.
Ek young, attractive woman. Usne Deva ko dekha, thoda hesitant expression ke saath pucha,
“Kaun chahiye?”
Deva ne apna ID card dikhaya, calm voice mein bola, “Main Inspector Deva. Soham aur Geeti se kuch zaroori baat karni thi.”
Amruta ne seedha awaaz lagayi,
“Didi… Soham… ek security officer officer aaya hai, aap dono ko bula raha hai.”
Thodi der mein Soham drawing room tak aaya, t-shirt aur track pants mein—casual, lekin thoda alert.
“Sir, aap yahan? Please, andar aaiye.”
Deva ne sir hila ke andar kadam rakha, ghar simple lekin neat tha—ghar ki warmth mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Woh ek corner sofa pe baith gaya, poora environment calmly scan karta raha.
Soham ne pucha, “Kya kaam tha, sir?”
Deva ne neutral expression ke saath bola,
“Kuch khaas nahi. Jo chor ko maine aaj pakda tha, uske case mein bas aapka ek short statement chahiye. Confirm karna tha ki phone chori aapke saath hua tha. FIR mein formality hai.”
“Haan ji, bilkul,” Soham ne turant kaha. “Main likh ke de dunga.”
Tabhi kitchen se Geeti nikalti hai.
Aur Deva ka dil… ek baar phir hil gaya.
Geeti ghar ke casual kapdon mein thi—ek soft cotton sleeveless kurti, niche pyjama.
Simple, ghar ke outfit. Lekin uski twacha ka natural glow, uski neckline ka curve, aur bare shoulders ne Deva ka pura dhyan khinch liya.
Uske baal loosely bandh rahe the, lekin usne Deva ko dekhte hi ek haath se baal piche kiye…
Aur bas… usi movement mein uski smooth armpits ki halki jhalak dikh gayi.
Soft, clean… subtly seductive.
Deva ne aankhen control karne ki koshish ki, lekin uske mooh se halki si narm awaaz nikal gayi—“Uff...”
Na zyada loud, na obvious… sirf ek suppressed reaction.
Geeti ne use directly aankhon mein dekha, aur ek soft, respectful smile di—bilkul sanskari pativrata biwi wali.
But Deva jaanta tha—yeh smile ke andar kuch aur tha. Challenge, control, aur ek spark jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya.
“Statement dekar chala jaunga…” Deva ne socha.
“Par yeh ladki… mere dimaag se jaane wali nahi hai.”
It had been two days since Deva visited Geeti and Soham’s home.
But woh do minute, woh ek smile, aur woh sleeveless kurti ke neeche dikhte uske nange shoulders aur armpits—woh Deva ke dimaag se jaa nahi rahe the.
He’d seen countless women—bold, broken, brazen—but Geeti mein kuch alag tha.
She was temptation wrapped in simplicity.
Woh full force mein try kar raha tha apne kaam pe focus karne ka, but Geeti ka image baar baar uske dimaag ke kone mein flash hota.
Uske eyes… wo softness ke saath ek chhupi hui chaal bhi rakhti thi.
“Kya yeh sirf attraction hai? Ya kuch aur?” Deva ne apne cabin mein baithke socha.
Phir usne phone uthaya… aur Rane ko bula liya.
Geeti balcony mein khadi thi, coffee ka cup haath mein. Soham andar call pe busy tha.
She was wearing a soft floral cotton night suit, hair open, and a calm smile playing on her lips.
Tabhi bell baji.
Door open karte hi Amruta ek second ke liye frozen reh gayi.
Wahi same security officer officer, Inspector Deva.
Black shirt, same intense eyes, par aaj uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa softness tha.
“Namaste,” Deva ne short smile ke saath kaha. “Main andar aa sakta hoon?”
Is baar Geeti ne khud approach kiya.
“Zaroor, sir. Aaiye.”
Uska voice calm tha, lekin andar se woh bhi feel kar rahi thi kuch… alag.
Soham bhi aaya, dekh ke slightly surprised hua. “Sir, sab theek hai?”
Deva ne baitak mein baithte hue bola,
“Ek update dena tha… woh chor jiska statement liya tha, usne pehle bhi aise hi 3 jagah chori ki thi. Aap dono ki statement kaafi help karegi court mein.”
Geeti ne side mein sofa par baithte hue ek subtle glance diya.
Aaj usne kurtis ke bajaye ek deep blue cotton nightwear pehna tha—modest, par perfectly fitted.
Uska neckline slightly loose tha, aur jab usne baal adjust kiye… wohi jhalak… wohi softness.
Deva ne aankhon mein control laane ki koshish ki, par nazar phisal hi gayi.
Phir, ek second mein Geeti ne aankhon mein aankhon daali—seedha, silent, **jaise keh rahi ho: “Main jaanti ho
Deva ne statement form nikaala, pen uthaya, lekin uska dhyaan kaagaz pe nahi, Geeti par tha.
Woh ab kitchen se nikal kar table ke paas aayi thi, paani ka glass lekar.
Simple cotton kurti, loose pajamas, aur ek calm elegance jo kisi bhi fashionable makeup se zyada powerful thi.
“Sir, paani lijiye,” usne bola, voice mein softness thi, lekin aankhon mein ek teekha sparkle.
Deva ne glass liya.
Uska haath Geeti ke haath se chhua... bas ek second ke liye.
Lekin woh ek second... lambe waqt tak uske andar echo karta raha.
“Aap log kaafi samajhdaar couple lagte ho,” Deva ne casually kaha, “lekin pata nahi kyun, aapke ghar mein kuch... alag energy hai.”
Soham ne muskurate hue bola, “Hum thoda unconventional hain, sir.”
“Ek dusre ko samajhne ki koshish karte hain… zyada bandh ke nahi rakhte.”
Geeti ne woh line suni… aur Deva ki taraf aankhon se dekha.
Aankhon mein directness thi. Challenge nahi… lekin invitation to curiosity.
Deva ne pen table par rakha. Woh jaane ko tha... par pair ruka rahe.
“Kya main thodi der baith sakta hoon?” usne pucha, voice calm but loaded.
Soham thoda hairaan hua, lekin haan mein sir hila diya, “Of course, sir. Chai laaun?”
Deva ne Geeti ki taraf dekha.
“Agar aap banayein toh…”
Geeti ke honthon pe ek teasing si smile aayi.
“Thik hai, sir. Par chai strong milegi… main thoda kadak banati hoon.”
Deva ne aankhon se jawab diya, “Mujhe strong hi pasand hai.”
Kitchen mein jaake Geeti thoda muskurayi. Woh jaanti thi—yeh sirf chai nahi, ek rishta banne ki shuruaat thi.
Living room mein Deva chhup-chhup kar uski movements observe kar raha tha. Uska back, uski bare arms, jab woh jug uthakar stove pe rakhti thi, jab uske baal ka ek strand uske cheek pe girta tha aur woh usse piche karti thi... har moment Deva ko ek trance mein daal raha tha.
Woh security officerwala tha—hundreds of cases, dozens of affairs.
Lekin Geeti… yeh pehli thi jo uske andar silence create kar rahi thi.
Chai aayi. Conversation chalu hua. Politics se leke society tak, aur phir thoda personal. Soham active tha, lekin Deva ke har jawab ke baad, uski nazar Geeti par hi rehti thi—jaise uske reaction padhta ho.
45 minutes baad, jab finally woh uthne laga, usne door tak jaake ruk ke kaha:
“Waise… main Geeti ji ke haath ki chai kaafi din yaad rakhunga.”
Geeti ne slow smile diya, “Aap jaise log bhoolte nahi... sirf observe karte hain.”
Deva ne pehli baar openly uski taraf dekha—bina blink kiye.
“Aur aap jaise log sirf dikhaate nahi… chhupake bhi kaafi kuch keh jaate hain.”
Woh chala gaya.
Lekin woh waqt… woh baat-cheet… woh gaze…
Teeno ke beech ek invisible thread chhod gaya tha.
Soham ne door band kiya, thoda time chhup raha, phir Geeti ki taraf mudh gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ajeeb si excitement thi.
“Toh…” he said slowly, “kya feel kiya? Jab woh andar tha… tumhe dekh raha tha… woh look?”
Geeti sofa pe baith gayi, uske haath mein abhi bhi chai ka cup tha—lekin ab woh sirf uske honthon ke paas tha, lips tak nahi gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ek sharam bhari si smile thi.
“Alag laga.” Geeti finally said.
“Woh… woh sirf dekh nahi raha tha. Woh scan kar raha tha. Jaise har movement absorb kar raha ho… bina kuch bole.”
Soham aake uske saamne baith gaya, dono aankhon se aankhon mein.
“Aur tumhe? Kya feel hua?”
Geeti thoda hesitant lagi… lekin phir usne confess kiya.
“Uski aankhon mein ek raw man power thi… full silence mein bhi possessiveness thi. Mujhe aisa laga—jaise main kisi cheez ka part nahi, balki poori cheez hoon jisey woh paana chahta hai.”
Soham ke lips pe ek crooked smile aaya… aur uska breathing thoda heavy ho gaya.
“Tumhe woh chahiye?”
Geeti ne aankh milake seedha kaha,
“Main chahti hoon… woh mujhe chaahe.”
“Aur main yeh game control mein rakhna chahti hoon… lekin honestly, jab usne mujhe dekha tha…”
“…main andar se pura heat feel kar rahi thi.”
Soham ab already turned on tha.
Uska naya phone ek side tha, par uska focus sirf Geeti ke shabdon pe tha.
“Geeti…” usne dheere se kaha, “main ek cheez kehna chahta hoon… jo kabhi kisi se nahi kaha.”
Geeti curious ho gayi, “Kya?”
Soham leaned in closer, his voice now low and loaded with hunger.
“I want to see him… when he fucks you.”
Geeti shock mein uski taraf dekhi.
Kuch seconds ke liye silence chhaya raha.
Phir uske honthon pe ek teasing smile aayi.
“Tum dekh paoge? Jab woh meri saree hataayega… jab main uske neeche rahungi… jab uski aankhon mein woh intensity wapas dikhegi…”
Soham ne uske pair pakad liye, “Main sirf dekhna nahi chahta… main tum dono ko feel karna chahta hoon.”
“Tumhare expressions, uska power… aur tum dono ke beech jo tension hai, uska climax.”
Geeti ne uska face apne haathon mein liya… aur whisper kiya,
“Toh tayyar ho jao… Deva ke game mein main jaa rahi hoon. Lekin script ab bhi mere paas hai.”
Geeti aaj apne routine mein thi—market jaane nikli thi ek light kurti aur palazzo mein, bina kisi special tayyari ke. No lipstick, no dramatic dbang. Just a simple bun, jhumkas, and a sling bag.
Lekin simplicity mein bhi uski ada chhupi thi.
Woh ek supermarket ke parking mein apni scooty park kar rahi thi, jab ek kaali Scorpio uske paas rukhi. She didn't pay much attention.
Tabhi window neeche hua… aur andar baitha tha—Inspector Deva.
Geeti ke steps ruk gaye. Aankhen thodi si fail gayi.
“Madam market bhi aati hain?” Deva ne tease kiya, voice mein usual calm sarcasm.
“Main toh sochta tha aap sirf royal entry leti hain…”
Geeti ne smile kiya, “Sir, mujhe groceries bhi chahiye hoti hain. Warna ‘aap jaisa khaas mehmaan’ aayega toh chai ke saath kya serve karungi?”
Deva ki aankhon mein wo hi spark laut aaya.
“Phir toh main baar baar aata rahoon... taaki har baar naye serve ka taste mile.”
Chhoti si teasing silence hui.
Geeti ne scooter ka stand lagaya, aur casual tone mein bola,
“Akele ho, sir?”
“Hamesha.” Deva ne seedha jawab diya.
“Companions mere liye distractions ban jaate hain. Par…”
He looked straight into her eyes.
“Kuch distractions… worth it hote hain.”
Geeti ne aankh milayi, bina blink kiye.
Uska dil dhadak raha tha, par uska chehra shant tha.
“Aaj aapko dekhke lag raha hai… aap mujhe jaan bujh ke mila hai.”
Deva: “Main toh keh raha tha… shayad aap mujhe attract kar rahi ho. Subconsciously.”
Geeti ne thoda paas aake kaha, “Sir, main married hoon.”
Deva leaned slightly forward from the driver’s seat.
“Aur main emotionally unavailable. Dono perfect mismatch hain. Tabhi toh yeh chemistry itni khatarnaak hai.”
Geeti ne palat ke andar market ki taraf jaane ka signal diya, “Main andar ja rahi hoon…”
Deva ne kaha, “Main yahin hoon. Jab tak tum ho, dekhne ke liye reason bhi hai.”
Geeti andar chali gayi, lekin har shelf pe usse lag raha tha… woh dekha jaa raha hai.
Woh aankhon ka pressure… woh silent chase… woh hawaa jo suddenly thodi garam lagne lagi thi.
Jab woh billing pe aayi, tabhi usne dekha—Deva bhi andar aa chuka tha. Bas ek chocolate bar aur energy drink leke, line mein uske peeche.
“Sweet ke baad thoda bitter chahiye hota hai.”
Usne whisper kiya.
Geeti ne slow turn kiya, aur bola—
“Careful rahiye, sir… zyada meetha blood sugar badha deta hai.”
Deva ne smirk kiya,
“Aur zyada kadak... dil.”
Geeti mall se nikalte waqt chhoti si smile ke saath Deva ko side glance deke chali gayi.
Deva ne chocolate aur drink ka bill kiya, aur seedha apni gaadi ki taraf.
Tabhi… badal garajne lage.
Tez hawa, halki drops… aur phir achanak Mumbai-style baarish.
Geeti apni scooty tak bhaagti hai, lekin baarish itni tez thi ki uska cotton kurta turant chipak gaya uske body se.
Usne scooty ka cover khola, par ignition se pehle usne dekha—pure kapdon se uska bra shape ubhar aaya tha, wet fabric se.
Tabhi uske peeche ek horn baja.
She turned.
Black Scorpio. Deva inside.
Window neeche aaya, aur bina kuch bole usne side door unlock kiya.
Sirf ek sentence:
“Scooty chhodo. Aaj tum sirf insaan ho, waterproof nahi.”
Geeti ne ek second socha… phir chali gayi uski car ke paas.
She got in. Entirely drenched. Hair wet, lips trembling—not from cold, but something else.
Car ke andar ek thick silence tha.
Deva uske wet look ko side mein dekh raha tha, magar bina ghoore.
Bas ek gehri si nazar thi—control mein, lekin andar se hil chuki thi.
“Kaha chhod doon?” usne poocha, voice thodi rough thi.
“Bas... thodi der drive kar lo,” Geeti ne jawab diya, apne wet baal pe haath phirte hue.
Us movement mein uska armpit ek baar phir se visible hua. Clean. Soft. Wet.
Deva ne aankhon se sidha road dekha, par uska grip steering pe tight ho gaya.
“Tum jaanti ho na… jo ho raha hai… woh casual nahi hai?” Deva ne poocha.
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, “Main sab jaanti hoon. Bas... dekh rahi hoon, tum kitna control kar sakte ho.”
Deva ne brake lightly dabaya. Car ek side lane mein ghuma di.
Ab baarish bahar thodi dheemi ho gayi thi.
Andar… dono ka heartbeat tez.
Deva leaned a little closer.
“Tumhara pati kya jaanta hai?”
Geeti ne whispered, “Woh sab jaanta hai. Aur woh dekhna chahta hai—kab mera control tootega.”
Deva ab uske lips ke kaafi close tha…
But still… he held back.
“Mujhe laga main strong hoon. Tumne meri soch badal di.”
Geeti smiled slowly.
“Mujhe na toh fasaana hai… na fasna. Mujhe sirf dekhna hai—tum kaise bikhrote ho.”
Car ek chhoti si sunaan galli mein ruki thi.
Baarish ab windshield pe halki tapping kar rahi thi—lekin andar… ek alag baarish chal rahi thi.
Geeti ki breathing slightly uneven thi, uska kurta ab thoda sukha ho raha tha car ki warm air se, lekin body ka curve us wet fabric ke through ab bhi Deva ke samne ek open secret tha.
Deva ne steering se haath hata liya.
Usne side glance diya—aur woh nazar simple nahi thi.
Woh nazar woh thi jisme ek security officer officer, ek mard aur ek junooni insaan saath zinda the.
“Tum dangerous ho, Geeti,” usne finally kaha, voice low, rough and magnetic.
“Tum mujhe woh feel karwa rahe ho… jo maine kabhi nahi chaha tha.”
Geeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Toh mat feel karo.”
Deva leaned closer.
“Kar raha hoon. Control nahi hai.”
Geeti ki aankhon mein game chal raha tha—lekin dil thoda fast dhadak raha tha.
She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull back.
Instead… usne apni cheek uski taraf thoda angle pe kar di—jaise keh rahi ho, agar kuch karna hai… toh abhi.
Unka distance ab sirf ek sans ka tha.
Deva ke haath ne armrest pe pressure daala. Uska face Geeti ke paas… itna paas ki dono ke saans ek doosre ke cheek pe feel ho rahi thi.
Phir Geeti ne dheere se bola,
“You want to touch me, don’t you?”
Deva ne aankhon mein aankhon daal ke kaha—“Main tumhare andar ghus jaana chahta hoon. Tumhaari aankhon se. Tumhare silence mein. Tumhare har movement mein.”
Geeti ka gala thoda dry ho gaya tha.
But she smiled… not a lustful smile… ek victorious, confident smile.
“Aur agar main chahoon… ki tum sirf dekhte raho?”
Deva thoda sa laugh kiya—bitter, helpless.
“Phir main dekhunga. Jab tak jal nahi jaata.”
Phir ek long pause hua.
Don’t-touch-me energy, mixed with please-touch-me heat.
Geeti ne aankhon se uska face scan kiya—ek mard jo bahar se tough tha, lekin ab uske samne vulnerable tha.
Tabhi… Geeti ne apni finger se Deva ke cheek ke paas ek boond baarish ki wipe ki.
Bas ek touch. Soft. Warm. Quiet.
“Chalo sir, ghar chhodiye. Warna aaj kuch toot jaayega.”
Deva ne car start ki.
No more words.
Par jo unki aankhon mein tha… woh sex se bhi zyada intense tha.
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