Door band hota hai.
Jannat Zubair hotel room mein aayi, aur pehli baar Fahad ko itna kareeb dekha.
Uska collar khula tha, aankhon mein seedha nasha —
aur Jannat Zubair ki aankhen thodi chhup rahi thi, lekin dil sirf kiss maang raha tha.
"Tum waise hi ho jaise maine imagine kiya tha..."
Fahad ne kaha, uski kamar pakad kar pehle hi second mein uske bilkul kareeb aake.
Jannat Zubair ne sir jhukaaya...
lekin uski saans tez thi, jism garam — aur aankhen bold.
Fahad ne uski tight kurti ki chaati pe haath rakha,
aur dheere se uski chunni hata di…
“Aahhh… Fahad…”
“Tum pehli mulaqat mein yeh sab…”
“Jannat Zubair… pehli dafa hai, isiliye sab kuch mehsoos karna chahta hoon…”
Usne uske lips pe kiss kiya…
Jannat Zubair hil gayi… moan nikal gaya…
“Mmmhhh… oyii… haan… aur… touch karo…”
Fahad ne uska dupatta hata diya,
aur kurti ke neeche haath le gaya —
bra ka hook khula… aur honton se neeche utar gaya…
“Aahhh… oohhh… wahin… haan… aur… neeche jao…”
Jannat Zubair ka jism hilta raha…
bed ke paas le jaake usko piche se hug kiya…
aur leggings neeche khisakne lage…
“Fahad… abhi… andar mat… lekin haan… mujhe chhoo… tod do mujhe…”
Fahad ne ek jhatke mein usse bed par le jaakar
andar daal diya…
“AAAHHH… oyii… haan… aur… zor se… wahin… mujhe bhar do…”
Raat ka pehla lamha…
aur Jannat Zubair ki cheekh:
“Fahad… meri pehli mulaqat… aur pehla bharpoor jhatka…”
Bed hila… moans ghoonji… aur Jannat Zubair us raat producer nahi, sirf ek bhookhi aashiq thi.
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