Arishfa Khan studio mein audition ke liye aayi thi.
Uski tight black jeans aur low-cut top mein har curve nazar aa raha tha.
Sameer, jo producer tha — uski aankhon ne Arishfa Khan ko sir se pair tak scan kiya.
“Acting to baad mein bhi seekh logi, Arishfa Khan…”
“Pehle yeh batao, kitni bold ho?”
Arishfa Khan ne aankhon mein sharam nahi, sirf jazbaat rakh ke kaha:
“Jitni tum chaho… Sameer…”
Sameer ne uska haath pakda,
aur studio ke couch pe bitha diya — phir khud uske paas baith gaya.
Uska haath Arishfa Khan ki kamar tak gaya,
aur uske hothon ke paas aake usne dheere se kaha:
“Couch pe jitni ladkiyan aayi hain, tum un sab se alag ho…”
Arishfa Khan ne uski shirt ka button khola,
aur bold hokar uske honton ko kiss kiya.
“Aahhh… haan… Sameer…”
“Mujhe casting nahi, tumhara jism chahiye…”
Sameer ne uski jeans kholi…
aur andar haath le jaake kaha:
“Geeli ho? Audition ready lagti ho…”
Arishfa Khan ne aankhein band kar ke moan kiya:
“OHHHH… oyii… andar karo na… ruk kyun rahe ho…”
Sameer ne uske hothon ko chusa,
aur ek jhatke mein andar chala gaya…
“AAAAHHH… haan… aur… aur daalo… oyiii… mujhe bhar do…”
Couch hilta raha…
Arishfa Khan cheekhti rahi:
“Sameer… mujhe tod do… audition nahi, raat bhar ka role chahiye…”
Har jhatka uski kamar ko hilata raha:
“Ahhh… oohhh… yes… haan… bas wahin… aur andar… zyada…”
Raat tak sirf moan thi, Arishfa Khan couch pe audition nahi de rahi thi — wo khud producer ki heroin ban chuki thi…
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