
Bedside lamp ki dim roshni Jiva ke bedroom mein lambi-lambi parchhaiyan dal rahi thi, uski nangi skin ko warm amber rang mein rangte hue jab woh rumpled sheets par bikhri hui padhi thi. Uska seena uneven rhythm mein uth-ghar raha tha, saansein pehle se hi hitch ho rahi thi jabki uski ungliyaan abhi chalni shuru bhi nahi hui thi. Do mahine ki pregnant, uska body ek restless, aching need se bhara hua tha—har nerve jagi hui, har touch electric. Uske nipples, pehle se zyada dark aur sensitive, halki si hawa ki brush se pebble ho gaye jab uski palm upar drift karte hue uske swollen breast ka weight cup kar gayi. Ek shiver uske spine se neeche tak daud gaya, uski back mattress se halki si arch ho gayi. “Fuck.” Lover ke mouth ki memory—hot, demanding, anonymous—uski eyelids ke peeche flash hui, aur uska clit throb kar utha, already needy.
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