Mera naam Vikram hai. Umar 26 saal. Main Mumbai ke Andheri East mein ek chhote se 1BHK flat mein akela rehta hoon. Job IT company mein hai – mostly work from home, toh din bhar ghar pe hi. Ghar ke saamne wala flat mein nayi nayi shaadi hui bhabhi rehti hain – naam hai Neha Bhabhi. Umar lagbhag 29-30 ki, pati Ankit bhaiya foreign tour pe zyada rehte hain, US mein software project ke liye. Bhabhi akeli rehti hain, kabhi kabhi saas aati jaati rehti hain, lekin aksar ghar pe sirf woh hoti hain.
Shuruaat June ke heavy monsoon se hui. Mumbai mein baarish itni tez ki har roz flooding, bijli gayab, aur garmi-paseena mix ho kar ek alag hi nasha de deta tha. Ek shaam 7 baje ke aaspaas bijli chali gayi. Main balcony pe khada cigarette pi raha tha jab Neha Bhabhi bhi apni balcony pe aayi. Pink chiffon saree pehni thi, jo baarish ke pani se bilkul bheeg chuki thi. Saree unke sharir se chipak gayi thi – curvy figure saaf dikh rahi thi, bra ki outline, petticoat ke neeche ki nangi kamar, aur chuche jo paseene aur baarish ke pani se chamak rahe the.
Main dekhta reh gaya. Woh bhi mujhe dekhti rahi. Phir muskura di aur boli, “Vikram ji, aap bhi akela ho? Bijli nahi aa rahi na.”
Main sharma gaya, “Haan Bhabhi… yeh Mumbai ki baarish… sab barbaad kar deti hai.”
Unhone pallu theek kiya, lekin woh aur chipak gayi. “Aap cigarette peete ho? Mujhe bhi ek do na… bore ho rahi hoon.”
Main hairan. Bhabhi cigarette? Maine packet diya. Unhone lighter maanga. Jab main lighter jala raha tha, unka haath mera haath chhua. Current sa dauda. Unki aankhen meri aankhon mein thi – kuch alag si chamak.
“Vikram ji… aap single ho na? Koi girlfriend nahi?” unhone dheere se poocha.
“Nahi Bhabhi… abhi tak nahi mili jo dil ko chhue,” maine kaha.
Unhone cigarette ka dhuaan chhoda aur muskura di. “Dil ko chhune wali mil jayegi… bas nazar rakhna.”
Yeh baat sunkar mera dil zor zor se dhadakne laga. Raat ko bijli nahi aayi. Main apne flat mein candle jalakar baitha tha. Tabhi darwaza knock hua. Khola toh Neha Bhabhi khadi thi – abhi bhi wahi wet saree, lekin ab thodi si shawl odhi thi.
“Vikram ji… inverter kharab ho gaya. Garmi se mar rahi hoon. Aapke flat mein thodi der baith sakti hoon? Aapke paas fan toh chal raha hoga na battery pe?”
Main ghabra gaya. “Aa jaiye Bhabhi… please andar aaiye.”
Woh andar aayi. Saree abhi bhi geeli thi. Fan ki hawa mein pallu udne laga. Main sofa pe baitha, woh mere paas baith gayi. Itni khushboo – unka jasmine perfume, baarish ka smell, aur thoda sa sweat – sab mix ho kar pagal kar raha tha.
“Bhabhi… aap change kar lijiye na… yeh geeli saree se thand lag jayegi,” maine kaha.
Unhone muskura kar kaha, “Kapde toh mere flat mein hain. Abhi jaane ka mann nahi kar raha. Aapke yahan thodi der… comfortable feel ho raha hai.”
Phir baat shuru hui. Unhone apne pati ke baare mein bataya – kaise woh hamesha tour pe, kaise akeli feel hoti hain. Main sun raha tha, lekin nazar unke chuche pe thi jo fan ki hawa se hil rahe the.
Ek pal mein unhone mera haath pakad liya. “Vikram ji… aap itne handsome ho… koi ladki kyun nahi pakdi?”
Main sharma gaya. “Bhabhi… aap jaise mil jaye toh…”
Yeh sunkar unhone dheere se mera haath apne gaal pe rakha. “Toh pakad lo na…”
Dil zor se dhadka. Main unki taraf jhuka. Unhone aankhen band kar li. Pehla kiss – unke garam honth mere honthon pe. Uffff… kitna soft, kitna juicy. Kiss gehra hota gaya. Meri jeebh unki jeebh se mili. Unhone mera collar pakad kar mujhe aur kheencha.
Phir unhone mera haath apne chuche pe rakha. Blouse ke upar se hi masalne laga. Nipple hard the. Unhone moan kiya – “Aaaahhhh… Vikram… zor se maslo…”
Main blouse ke hooks khol diye. Bra mein chuche bahar. Bra upar karke nipple muh mein le liya. Zor se chusa. Unhone mere baal pakad kar dabaya – “Uffff… chuso… nipple ko daant se kheecho…”
Main daant se nipple pakad kar kheencha. Dard mein maza. Unhone meri pant ka button khola. Lund bahar nikaala. Hard, topi pe precum.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… kitna mota… Ankit ka toh aadha bhi nahi,” unhone kaha aur haath se hilane lagi.
Phir woh neeche baith gayi. Lund muh mein liya. Garam muh, tongue topi pe ghuma rahi thi. Main tadap utha – “Aaaahhhh… Bhabhi… chus lo poora… uffff…”
Woh deep throat kar rahi thi. Balls ko haath se sehla rahi thi.
Phir maine unhe uthaya. Sofa pe litaya. Saree upar ki. Petticoat ke andar haath daala. Panties geeli thi. Panties utari. Choot shaved thi, pink, geeli chamak rahi thi.
Main neeche baith gaya. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit ko tease. Unhone kamar uthayi – “Aaaahhhh… chaat le Vikram… poori choot chaat le… andar tongue daal…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Unka ras muh mein aa raha tha – salty, sweet. Clit ko chuste hue ungli andar daali. Do ungliyan. Zor se andar bahar.
“Bhabhi… kitni geeli ho… teri choot toh tapak rahi hai…”
Unhone tadap kar kaha, “Ab daal de… apna lund… chod de mujhe… Zor se…”
Main upar chadh gaya. Missionary position. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Phir ek jhatke mein andar. Aaaahhhhh… kitni tight thi. Unhone kamar uthayi – “Zor se… phaad de meri choot… maar daal…”
Main dhakke marne laga. Zor zor se. Sofa hil raha tha. Unke chuche upar neeche. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir position change – doggy. Unki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad maara – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi Bhabhi… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… uffff… kitna acha lag raha hai…”
Main teen baar unhe jhadwaya. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha sofa pe.
Phir cowgirl. Woh upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… meri choot phaad di… aahhh…”
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Unki gaand meri taraf. Bounce kar rahi thi. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha. Unhone gaand faila kar dikhayi – “Dekh… yeh bhi teri hai…”
Main jhadne laga. “Bhabhi… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Aur phir poora cum unki choot mein bhar diya. Garam garam. Bahar tapakne laga unki taango pe.
Hum dono sofa pe let gaye. Haans rahe the. Unhone mujhe kiss kiya. “Vikram… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Jab Ankit nahi hoga… tu mere paas aana.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh padosan Bhabhi thi, pati ki biwi. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Subah bijli aa gayi. Woh apne flat chali gayi. Par dopahar ko message aaya – “Aaj raat phir se… bijli jaane ka wait kar rahi hoon.”
Raat ko phir power cut. Is baar unhone nighty pehni thi. Seedhe mere flat mein aayi. Door lock kiya. Bedroom mein le gayi.
Wahan unhone nighty utar di. Nangi khadi thi. Poora sharir chamak raha tha. Main bhi nanga ho gaya.
Unhone mujhe bed pe dhakka diya. 69 position. Woh upar, main neeche. Unki choot mere muh pe. Main chaat raha tha. Woh mera lund chus rahi thi.
Phir unhone mujhe missionary mein choda. Zor se dhakke. Bed creak kar raha tha.
“Aaaahhhh… Vikram… chod mujhe… meri choot teri hai ab…”
Phir doggy. Gaand pe thappad. “Le… teri Bhabhi ki gaand… maar daal…”
Main gaand mein ungli daali. Unhone moan kiya – “Ek din yahan bhi daal dena…”
Phir cowgirl. Bounce. Chuche pakad kar masla.
Reverse cowgirl mein jab woh gaand dikha rahi thi, maine oil laga kar dheere se lund gaand pe set kiya. Pehli baar anal.
Dheere dheere andar. Dard mein woh cheekhi – muh takiya mein daba kar.
“Aahhh… dheere… phaad rahe ho… par maza aa raha hai…”
Main dheere bahar. Phir speed badhayi. Gaand mein poora lund. Woh jhad gayi anal se.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Har raat aisa hi. Kitchen mein, bathroom mein shower ke neeche, balcony pe raat ko jab baarish tez hoti thi. Har baar wet body, geeli choot, hard lund.
Ek din Ankit bhaiya aane wale the. Bhabhi ne bola, “Kal se ruk jaana padega… par jaise hi woh tour pe jayega… phir se.”
Par us din bhi, jab Ankit airport gaya, Bhabhi ne mujhe message kiya – “Aaj raat full night… ghar pe sirf main hoon.”
Main gaya. Poori raat choda. Multiple rounds. Multiple orgasms. Creampie har baar.
Ab main sochta hoon – agar pregnant ho gayi toh? Ankit ko kaise batayegi? Ya yeh raaz hamesha chhupa rahega?
Par ruk nahi pa raha. Neha Bhabhi ki jawani, unki choot, unki gaand – sab mujhe pagal kar chuki hai.
Yeh monsoon abhi khatam nahi hua. Aur hamara pyaar bhi nahi rukega.
(Emotional turmoil: Har baar jab main unhe chodta hoon, dil mein ek jung hoti hai. Ek taraf woh pati ki biwi hain, pados mein rehti hain, log dekh lenge toh izzat ka sawal. Dusri taraf unki tadap, unki aankhon mein woh pyaar aur lust ka mix, unki choot ka woh garam ras – yeh sab mujhe addict bana deta hai. Guilt ke baad bhi jab woh mujhe gale lagati hain aur kehti hain “tu mera hai ab”, toh sab bhool jata hoon.
Sensory overload: Baarish ki khushboo, unka jasmine perfume, sweat ka salty taste jab main unke chuche chaatta hoon, choot ka geela aroma jab main chaat ta hoon, unke cum mix ras ka taste jab woh mere upar baith kar bounce karti hain – yeh sab ek alag duniya bana dete hain.
Cultural touch: Mumbai ki chhoti si society, balcony se balcony ki baat, power cut mein candle ki roshni, padosiyon ki gossip jo kabhi bhi shuru ho sakti hai, Ankit bhaiya ke tour ka wait – yeh sab typical Mumbai life ka hissa hai jo hamare secret ko aur exciting bana deta hai.
Multiple orgasms ki detail: Pehla oral se jab main unki clit ko tongue se tease karta hoon, dusra fingering se jab G-spot hit karta hoon, teesra lund se jab deep strokes, chautha anal se jab dheere dheere andar bahar. Har baar woh tadapti hain, kamar uthati hain, mere baal pakadti hain, aur zor se moan karti hain “Vikram… aur zor se… maar daal…”
Aur yeh addiction badhta ja raha hai. Har subah main unke balcony ki taraf dekhta hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat wait karta hoon power cut ka, ya Ankit ke tour ka.
Yeh kahani abhi sirf shuruaat hai. Agle part mein Ankit ke ghar wapas aane ke baad ka risk, secret hotel meet, pregnancy scare, aur aur wild sessions – kitchen counter pe, lift mein, car mein.
Par abhi ke liye… Neha Bhabhi meri hai. Sirf meri.) Ankit bhaiya ke wapas aane ke sirf 4 din bache the. Har subah main uth kar phone check karta – Bhabhi ka message hota: “Aaj raat 11 baje… mere flat mein… Ankit ka samaan pack kar rahi hoon, woh airport pickup ke liye bahar jayega.” Dil zor zor se dhadakta. Guilt ab bhi tha – yeh meri padosan thi, ek shaadi-shuda aurat, pati ke ghar mein uske bed pe usko chod raha tha main. Par jab bhi sochta ki unki choot kitni tight, kitni geeli, unke chuche kitne soft aur responsive, unki gaand kitni round aur inviting – toh sab guilt pighal jata aur sirf bechaini reh jati.
Us din subah 10 baje Ankit bhaiya office gaya – last minute meetings ke liye. Saas bhi mandir gayi thi. Ghar mein sirf Neha Bhabhi thi. Jaise hi message aaya “Aa ja… darwaza khula hai”, main apna flat lock karke seedha unke andar chala gaya. Darwaza band kiya, chain lagayi.
Bhabhi hall mein khadi thi – sky blue cotton saree, sleeveless blouse, jo paseene se chipak gaya tha. Baarish ki boondein abhi bhi khidki se andar aa rahi thi, zameen geeli thi. Pallu thoda sark gaya tha, navel dikh rahi thi – woh sexy navel jo main har raat kiss karta tha.
“Vikram… sirf 2 ghante hain… jaldi se,” unhone kaha aur mujhe apni taraf kheencha.
Pehla kiss hallway mein hi. Garam, bhookha kiss. Meri jeebh unki jeebh se lad rahi thi. Unhone mera t-shirt utar diya, maine unka pallu neeche gira diya. Blouse ke andar se chuche ubhar rahe the. Hooks khole, bra upar ki. Nipple muh mein le liya – zor se chusa, daant se kheencha.
“Aaaahhhh… Vikram… nipple ko kheench… zor se… uffff… kitna maza aa raha hai…”
Main unhe deewar se sataya. Saree upar ki, petticoat ke andar haath. Panties pehle se geeli. Panties side karke do ungli andar daal di. Andar bahar tez tez.
“Kitni geeli ho gayi hai tu Bhabhi… sirf soch kar hi pani nikal aaya?”
Unhone meri pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Haath se hilane lagi. “Tera lund… kitna garam, kitna sakht… Ankit ka toh kabhi aisa nahi hota.”
Main unhe utha kar bedroom mein le gaya – Ankit bhaiya ka bed. Usi bed pe jahan woh apne pati ke saath soti thi. Unhe litaya. Saree poori utari. Ab sirf bra aur panty mein. Bra bhi utari. Panties utarte waqt maine unki choot pe kiss kiya.
Tongue se clit ko circle banate hue tease. Unhone kamar uthayi – “Aaaahhhh… chaat le… andar tongue daal… poori choot chaat… Vikram…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Unka ras muh mein bhar raha tha – salty-sweet, addictive. Clit ko chuste hue teen ungliyan andar. G-spot pe pressure. Unhone pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se fountain sa pani nikla mere muh pe.
Phir main upar chadh gaya. Missionary. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek tez jhatka – poora andar. Aaaahhhhh… kitni tight thi ab bhi. Unhone pair meri kamar pe lapet liye.
“Zor se… phaad de meri choot… maar daal mujhe… aahhh… Vikram… tu mera pati ban gaya hai ab…”
Main dhakke marne laga – zor zor se. Bed hil raha tha. Headboard deewar se takra raha tha – thok thok thok. Chuche hil rahe the. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir position change – doggy. Unki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – zor ka. Chap! Chap! Chap!
“Le… meri randi Bhabhi… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai… ek din yeh bhi phaad dunga…”
Unhone peeche mud kar kaha, “Aaj daal de… gaand mein… pehli baar… Ankit ko kabhi nahi diya… tu le le…”
Yeh sunkar mera lund aur sakht ho gaya. Maine bed side table se coconut oil liya – jo woh khud lagati thi. Unki gaand pe lagaya. Lund ki topi gaand ke ched pe ragdi. Dheere se pressure.
“Aahhh… dheere… dard ho raha hai… par rukna mat…”
Dheere dheere topi andar. Phir aadha lund. Unhone takiya muh mein daba liya. Main ruk gaya. Phir dheere dheere poora andar. Tight… bahut tight. Garam.
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Dard dheere dheere maza mein badal gaya. Unhone khud peeche dhakelna shuru kiya.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota hai tera lund… phaad do meri gaand… zor se… Vikram… chod meri gaand…”
Main zor zor se dhakke marne laga. Gaand mein poora lund. Unhone doosra orgasm anal se pa liya – poora sharir kaanp utha. Choot se pani tapak raha tha bed pe.
Phir wapas choot mein. Cowgirl position. Woh upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche mere muh ke saamne. Main chuste raha.
“Kitna bada hai… teri choot mein fit ho raha hai poora… le… le mera lund…”
Unhone tez tez bounce kiya. Choot se chap chap awaaz. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha.
Reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Gaand faila kar dikhayi. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha. Unhone gaand ke ched pe ungli daali khud – “Dekh… ab yeh bhi khul gaya hai tere liye…”
Main jhadne laga. “Bhabhi… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal choot mein…”
Aur phir poora cum unki choot ke andar bhar diya. Garam garam. Bahar tapakne laga unki taango pe, bed sheet pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Vikram… tu mera sab kuch ban gaya hai. Ankit ke aane ke baad bhi… yeh chalta rahega.”
Main chup raha. Guilt phir se ubhar aaya. Par unki aankhon mein woh pyaar aur lust dekh kar sab bhool gaya.
Shaam ko Ankit wapas aaya. Normal dinner. Main apne flat mein. Par raat ko 1 baje message – “Ankit so gaya… terrace pe aa ja… bijli gayi hai.”
Terrace pe Mumbai ki raat – baarish tez, thandi hawa. Hum dono ek kone mein. Unhone nighty pehni thi. Andhera tha. Koi nahi dekh sakta.
Unhone nighty upar ki. Panties neeche. Main neeche baith gaya. Choot chaatni shuru. Baarish ki boondein hamare upar gir rahi thi. Unhone mera sar pakad kar dabaya.
“Aaaahhhh… chaat… poori choot… andar tongue… uffff…”
Main chaat ta raha. Woh jhad gayi – pani baarish ke pani mein mix ho gaya.
Phir main khada hua. Lund bahar. Unhe deewar se sataya. Peeche se andar. Zor se dhakke. Terrace ki railing pakad kar woh moan kar rahi thi.
“Zor se… chod mujhe… terrace pe… sab dekh lenge toh dekh le… ab sirf tera lund chahiye…”
Main gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke. Phir gaand mein thoda andar – mix choot aur gaand. Woh pagal ho gayi.
Creampie terrace pe hi – andar hi.
Uske baad teen din aur aise hi – jab Ankit office ya meeting mein hota, Bhabhi mujhe bula leti. Kitchen mein counter pe, bathroom mein shower ke neeche, balcony pe raat ko.
Har baar creampie. Har baar multiple orgasms.
Ankit ke jaane ke ek hafte baad Bhabhi ne message kiya – “Vikram… period miss ho gaye hain. 10 din late.”
Mera dil dhadak ke reh gaya. “Sach?”
“Haan… aur tu har baar andar daalta hai… shayad tera hai.”
Guilt, dar, excitement – sab ek saath. Main unke flat gaya. Woh ro rahi thi.
“Ab kya karenge? Ankit ko kaise bataungi?”
Main unhe gale lagaya. “Bhabhi… agar mera hai toh… main zimmedari loonga. Tu tension mat le.”
Us raat humne phir se kiya – lekin dheere dheere, pyar se. Missionary mein. Pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… Vikram… agar tera baccha hai toh… main khush hoon… lekin dar bhi lag raha hai…”
Main andar hi jhad gaya. Phir hum let gaye. Unhone mera sar apne pet pe rakha.
“Test karwa lete hain kal.”
Agla din pregnancy test – positive.
Bhabhi ro padi. Main hairan. Par sath hi ek ajeeb si khushi.
“Ab kya?” unhone poocha.
“Ankit ko bata denge… ya secret rakhenge. Jo tu chahe.”
Unhone kaha, “Ankit ko pata chalega toh sab barbaad. Par main tujhse alag nahi reh sakti ab. Tu mera hai.”
Uske baad hamara rishta aur gehra ho gaya. Ankit tour pe tha – 3 mahine ka. Hum dono ne decide kiya – baccha mera hai, aur hum isko palenge. Bhabhi ne Ankit se bola ki woh pregnant hai – usne khushi manayi, socha uska hai.
Par andar se sab jaante the – yeh mera baccha tha.
Har raat ab pyar bhara sex. Pregnancy ke saath positions change – side by side spooning, cowgirl dheere dheere, oral zyada.
Unke chuche bade hone lage. Main roz unhe masalta, chusta. Pet ubharne laga – main har raat pet pe kiss karta, haath rakhta.
“Vikram… yeh tera baccha hai… hamara baccha.”
Ab dar bhi tha – society mein log notice karenge. Ankit ko shak ho sakta hai. Par thrill aur bhi badh gaya.
Ek raat jab Ankit video call pe tha, Bhabhi ne phone side mein rakha, aur mujhe neeche bed ke neeche chhupa kar choot chaatwayi. Woh call pe baat kar rahi thi, aur main neeche unki choot chaat raha tha. Woh moan rok rahi thi.
Risk itna ki dil nikalne wala tha, par maza double.
Ab pregnancy 4 mahine mein. Pet ubhar gaya. Chuche bade, gaand moti. Main roz unhe oil massage deta. Massage ke baad sex – dheere dheere, pyar se.
“Aaaahhhh… Vikram… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna acha lag raha hai… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Creampie ab bhi – safe tha abhi.
Har detail yaad hai – pehli baar jab pet pe haath rakha aur movement mehsoos kiya, Bhabhi ne kaha “dekha… yeh tere lund ka asar hai”.
Unki choot ab pregnancy ke karan aur sensitive – clit touch karte hi woh jhad jati. Main roz chaat ta, ungli karta, lund se chodta.
Emotional depth: Ab yeh sirf sex nahi raha. Yeh pyaar ban gaya hai. Jab woh raat ko mere kandhe pe sar rakhti hai aur kehti hai “Vikram… main tere bina nahi reh sakti”, toh dil bhar aata hai. Guilt ab kam hai – kyunki Ankit emotionally door hai, aur main unke har pal mein hoon. Unke dard mein, unki khushi mein, unke bacche mein.
Sensory overload: Unka pregnant sharir ka smell – thoda alag, thoda milky. Chuche jab dabata hoon, doodh jaisa ras nikalne lagta hai – main chusta hoon. Choot ab aur garam, aur geeli. Creampie ke baad jab cum bahar tapakta hai, woh pet pe girta hai – jaise bacche ko bhi pyaar pahunch raha ho.
Cultural layers: Mumbai ki chhoti society mein yeh secret – balcony se smile, lift mein chhupa touch, raat ko terrace pe chupke se milna, padosiyon ki gossip jo “Neha bhabhi kitni khush dikhti hain aajkal”. Ankit ke video call pe normal acting, par neeche main unki choot mein ungli.
Multiple orgasms ab pregnancy ke saath aur intense – pehla oral se, dusra fingering se, teesra lund se dheere strokes, chautha pet pe haath rakh kar jab woh jhadti hai. Har orgasm ke baad woh mujhe pakad leti hai, aankhen bhar aati hain – “Vikram… tu mera sab kuch hai”.
Aur yeh rishta ab family ban gaya hai. Baccha jab paida hoga – main uska baap banunga. Ankit shayad accept kar lega ya nahi – par Bhabhi ne decide kar liya hai ki woh mere saath rahegi.
Ab har subah main unke flat jaata hoon – chai banata hoon, unhe dawai deta hoon, pet se baat karta hoon.
Yeh monsoon khatam ho chuka hai. Par hamara pyaar ab bhi barasta hai – har raat, har din, har touch mein.
Agla part mein – bacche ka janam, Ankit ka shak, aur humara naya chapter – shayad alag ghar, shayad secret family.
Par abhi ke liye… Neha Bhabhi meri hai. Poori tarah se. Aur yeh baccha bhi mera hai.
Shuruaat June ke heavy monsoon se hui. Mumbai mein baarish itni tez ki har roz flooding, bijli gayab, aur garmi-paseena mix ho kar ek alag hi nasha de deta tha. Ek shaam 7 baje ke aaspaas bijli chali gayi. Main balcony pe khada cigarette pi raha tha jab Neha Bhabhi bhi apni balcony pe aayi. Pink chiffon saree pehni thi, jo baarish ke pani se bilkul bheeg chuki thi. Saree unke sharir se chipak gayi thi – curvy figure saaf dikh rahi thi, bra ki outline, petticoat ke neeche ki nangi kamar, aur chuche jo paseene aur baarish ke pani se chamak rahe the.
Main dekhta reh gaya. Woh bhi mujhe dekhti rahi. Phir muskura di aur boli, “Vikram ji, aap bhi akela ho? Bijli nahi aa rahi na.”
Main sharma gaya, “Haan Bhabhi… yeh Mumbai ki baarish… sab barbaad kar deti hai.”
Unhone pallu theek kiya, lekin woh aur chipak gayi. “Aap cigarette peete ho? Mujhe bhi ek do na… bore ho rahi hoon.”
Main hairan. Bhabhi cigarette? Maine packet diya. Unhone lighter maanga. Jab main lighter jala raha tha, unka haath mera haath chhua. Current sa dauda. Unki aankhen meri aankhon mein thi – kuch alag si chamak.
“Vikram ji… aap single ho na? Koi girlfriend nahi?” unhone dheere se poocha.
“Nahi Bhabhi… abhi tak nahi mili jo dil ko chhue,” maine kaha.
Unhone cigarette ka dhuaan chhoda aur muskura di. “Dil ko chhune wali mil jayegi… bas nazar rakhna.”
Yeh baat sunkar mera dil zor zor se dhadakne laga. Raat ko bijli nahi aayi. Main apne flat mein candle jalakar baitha tha. Tabhi darwaza knock hua. Khola toh Neha Bhabhi khadi thi – abhi bhi wahi wet saree, lekin ab thodi si shawl odhi thi.
“Vikram ji… inverter kharab ho gaya. Garmi se mar rahi hoon. Aapke flat mein thodi der baith sakti hoon? Aapke paas fan toh chal raha hoga na battery pe?”
Main ghabra gaya. “Aa jaiye Bhabhi… please andar aaiye.”
Woh andar aayi. Saree abhi bhi geeli thi. Fan ki hawa mein pallu udne laga. Main sofa pe baitha, woh mere paas baith gayi. Itni khushboo – unka jasmine perfume, baarish ka smell, aur thoda sa sweat – sab mix ho kar pagal kar raha tha.
“Bhabhi… aap change kar lijiye na… yeh geeli saree se thand lag jayegi,” maine kaha.
Unhone muskura kar kaha, “Kapde toh mere flat mein hain. Abhi jaane ka mann nahi kar raha. Aapke yahan thodi der… comfortable feel ho raha hai.”
Phir baat shuru hui. Unhone apne pati ke baare mein bataya – kaise woh hamesha tour pe, kaise akeli feel hoti hain. Main sun raha tha, lekin nazar unke chuche pe thi jo fan ki hawa se hil rahe the.
Ek pal mein unhone mera haath pakad liya. “Vikram ji… aap itne handsome ho… koi ladki kyun nahi pakdi?”
Main sharma gaya. “Bhabhi… aap jaise mil jaye toh…”
Yeh sunkar unhone dheere se mera haath apne gaal pe rakha. “Toh pakad lo na…”
Dil zor se dhadka. Main unki taraf jhuka. Unhone aankhen band kar li. Pehla kiss – unke garam honth mere honthon pe. Uffff… kitna soft, kitna juicy. Kiss gehra hota gaya. Meri jeebh unki jeebh se mili. Unhone mera collar pakad kar mujhe aur kheencha.
Phir unhone mera haath apne chuche pe rakha. Blouse ke upar se hi masalne laga. Nipple hard the. Unhone moan kiya – “Aaaahhhh… Vikram… zor se maslo…”
Main blouse ke hooks khol diye. Bra mein chuche bahar. Bra upar karke nipple muh mein le liya. Zor se chusa. Unhone mere baal pakad kar dabaya – “Uffff… chuso… nipple ko daant se kheecho…”
Main daant se nipple pakad kar kheencha. Dard mein maza. Unhone meri pant ka button khola. Lund bahar nikaala. Hard, topi pe precum.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… kitna mota… Ankit ka toh aadha bhi nahi,” unhone kaha aur haath se hilane lagi.
Phir woh neeche baith gayi. Lund muh mein liya. Garam muh, tongue topi pe ghuma rahi thi. Main tadap utha – “Aaaahhhh… Bhabhi… chus lo poora… uffff…”
Woh deep throat kar rahi thi. Balls ko haath se sehla rahi thi.
Phir maine unhe uthaya. Sofa pe litaya. Saree upar ki. Petticoat ke andar haath daala. Panties geeli thi. Panties utari. Choot shaved thi, pink, geeli chamak rahi thi.
Main neeche baith gaya. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit ko tease. Unhone kamar uthayi – “Aaaahhhh… chaat le Vikram… poori choot chaat le… andar tongue daal…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Unka ras muh mein aa raha tha – salty, sweet. Clit ko chuste hue ungli andar daali. Do ungliyan. Zor se andar bahar.
“Bhabhi… kitni geeli ho… teri choot toh tapak rahi hai…”
Unhone tadap kar kaha, “Ab daal de… apna lund… chod de mujhe… Zor se…”
Main upar chadh gaya. Missionary position. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Phir ek jhatke mein andar. Aaaahhhhh… kitni tight thi. Unhone kamar uthayi – “Zor se… phaad de meri choot… maar daal…”
Main dhakke marne laga. Zor zor se. Sofa hil raha tha. Unke chuche upar neeche. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir position change – doggy. Unki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad maara – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi Bhabhi… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… uffff… kitna acha lag raha hai…”
Main teen baar unhe jhadwaya. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha sofa pe.
Phir cowgirl. Woh upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… meri choot phaad di… aahhh…”
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Unki gaand meri taraf. Bounce kar rahi thi. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha. Unhone gaand faila kar dikhayi – “Dekh… yeh bhi teri hai…”
Main jhadne laga. “Bhabhi… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Aur phir poora cum unki choot mein bhar diya. Garam garam. Bahar tapakne laga unki taango pe.
Hum dono sofa pe let gaye. Haans rahe the. Unhone mujhe kiss kiya. “Vikram… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Jab Ankit nahi hoga… tu mere paas aana.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh padosan Bhabhi thi, pati ki biwi. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Subah bijli aa gayi. Woh apne flat chali gayi. Par dopahar ko message aaya – “Aaj raat phir se… bijli jaane ka wait kar rahi hoon.”
Raat ko phir power cut. Is baar unhone nighty pehni thi. Seedhe mere flat mein aayi. Door lock kiya. Bedroom mein le gayi.
Wahan unhone nighty utar di. Nangi khadi thi. Poora sharir chamak raha tha. Main bhi nanga ho gaya.
Unhone mujhe bed pe dhakka diya. 69 position. Woh upar, main neeche. Unki choot mere muh pe. Main chaat raha tha. Woh mera lund chus rahi thi.
Phir unhone mujhe missionary mein choda. Zor se dhakke. Bed creak kar raha tha.
“Aaaahhhh… Vikram… chod mujhe… meri choot teri hai ab…”
Phir doggy. Gaand pe thappad. “Le… teri Bhabhi ki gaand… maar daal…”
Main gaand mein ungli daali. Unhone moan kiya – “Ek din yahan bhi daal dena…”
Phir cowgirl. Bounce. Chuche pakad kar masla.
Reverse cowgirl mein jab woh gaand dikha rahi thi, maine oil laga kar dheere se lund gaand pe set kiya. Pehli baar anal.
Dheere dheere andar. Dard mein woh cheekhi – muh takiya mein daba kar.
“Aahhh… dheere… phaad rahe ho… par maza aa raha hai…”
Main dheere bahar. Phir speed badhayi. Gaand mein poora lund. Woh jhad gayi anal se.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Har raat aisa hi. Kitchen mein, bathroom mein shower ke neeche, balcony pe raat ko jab baarish tez hoti thi. Har baar wet body, geeli choot, hard lund.
Ek din Ankit bhaiya aane wale the. Bhabhi ne bola, “Kal se ruk jaana padega… par jaise hi woh tour pe jayega… phir se.”
Par us din bhi, jab Ankit airport gaya, Bhabhi ne mujhe message kiya – “Aaj raat full night… ghar pe sirf main hoon.”
Main gaya. Poori raat choda. Multiple rounds. Multiple orgasms. Creampie har baar.
Ab main sochta hoon – agar pregnant ho gayi toh? Ankit ko kaise batayegi? Ya yeh raaz hamesha chhupa rahega?
Par ruk nahi pa raha. Neha Bhabhi ki jawani, unki choot, unki gaand – sab mujhe pagal kar chuki hai.
Yeh monsoon abhi khatam nahi hua. Aur hamara pyaar bhi nahi rukega.
(Emotional turmoil: Har baar jab main unhe chodta hoon, dil mein ek jung hoti hai. Ek taraf woh pati ki biwi hain, pados mein rehti hain, log dekh lenge toh izzat ka sawal. Dusri taraf unki tadap, unki aankhon mein woh pyaar aur lust ka mix, unki choot ka woh garam ras – yeh sab mujhe addict bana deta hai. Guilt ke baad bhi jab woh mujhe gale lagati hain aur kehti hain “tu mera hai ab”, toh sab bhool jata hoon.
Sensory overload: Baarish ki khushboo, unka jasmine perfume, sweat ka salty taste jab main unke chuche chaatta hoon, choot ka geela aroma jab main chaat ta hoon, unke cum mix ras ka taste jab woh mere upar baith kar bounce karti hain – yeh sab ek alag duniya bana dete hain.
Cultural touch: Mumbai ki chhoti si society, balcony se balcony ki baat, power cut mein candle ki roshni, padosiyon ki gossip jo kabhi bhi shuru ho sakti hai, Ankit bhaiya ke tour ka wait – yeh sab typical Mumbai life ka hissa hai jo hamare secret ko aur exciting bana deta hai.
Multiple orgasms ki detail: Pehla oral se jab main unki clit ko tongue se tease karta hoon, dusra fingering se jab G-spot hit karta hoon, teesra lund se jab deep strokes, chautha anal se jab dheere dheere andar bahar. Har baar woh tadapti hain, kamar uthati hain, mere baal pakadti hain, aur zor se moan karti hain “Vikram… aur zor se… maar daal…”
Aur yeh addiction badhta ja raha hai. Har subah main unke balcony ki taraf dekhta hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat wait karta hoon power cut ka, ya Ankit ke tour ka.
Yeh kahani abhi sirf shuruaat hai. Agle part mein Ankit ke ghar wapas aane ke baad ka risk, secret hotel meet, pregnancy scare, aur aur wild sessions – kitchen counter pe, lift mein, car mein.
Par abhi ke liye… Neha Bhabhi meri hai. Sirf meri.) Ankit bhaiya ke wapas aane ke sirf 4 din bache the. Har subah main uth kar phone check karta – Bhabhi ka message hota: “Aaj raat 11 baje… mere flat mein… Ankit ka samaan pack kar rahi hoon, woh airport pickup ke liye bahar jayega.” Dil zor zor se dhadakta. Guilt ab bhi tha – yeh meri padosan thi, ek shaadi-shuda aurat, pati ke ghar mein uske bed pe usko chod raha tha main. Par jab bhi sochta ki unki choot kitni tight, kitni geeli, unke chuche kitne soft aur responsive, unki gaand kitni round aur inviting – toh sab guilt pighal jata aur sirf bechaini reh jati.
Us din subah 10 baje Ankit bhaiya office gaya – last minute meetings ke liye. Saas bhi mandir gayi thi. Ghar mein sirf Neha Bhabhi thi. Jaise hi message aaya “Aa ja… darwaza khula hai”, main apna flat lock karke seedha unke andar chala gaya. Darwaza band kiya, chain lagayi.
Bhabhi hall mein khadi thi – sky blue cotton saree, sleeveless blouse, jo paseene se chipak gaya tha. Baarish ki boondein abhi bhi khidki se andar aa rahi thi, zameen geeli thi. Pallu thoda sark gaya tha, navel dikh rahi thi – woh sexy navel jo main har raat kiss karta tha.
“Vikram… sirf 2 ghante hain… jaldi se,” unhone kaha aur mujhe apni taraf kheencha.
Pehla kiss hallway mein hi. Garam, bhookha kiss. Meri jeebh unki jeebh se lad rahi thi. Unhone mera t-shirt utar diya, maine unka pallu neeche gira diya. Blouse ke andar se chuche ubhar rahe the. Hooks khole, bra upar ki. Nipple muh mein le liya – zor se chusa, daant se kheencha.
“Aaaahhhh… Vikram… nipple ko kheench… zor se… uffff… kitna maza aa raha hai…”
Main unhe deewar se sataya. Saree upar ki, petticoat ke andar haath. Panties pehle se geeli. Panties side karke do ungli andar daal di. Andar bahar tez tez.
“Kitni geeli ho gayi hai tu Bhabhi… sirf soch kar hi pani nikal aaya?”
Unhone meri pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Haath se hilane lagi. “Tera lund… kitna garam, kitna sakht… Ankit ka toh kabhi aisa nahi hota.”
Main unhe utha kar bedroom mein le gaya – Ankit bhaiya ka bed. Usi bed pe jahan woh apne pati ke saath soti thi. Unhe litaya. Saree poori utari. Ab sirf bra aur panty mein. Bra bhi utari. Panties utarte waqt maine unki choot pe kiss kiya.
Tongue se clit ko circle banate hue tease. Unhone kamar uthayi – “Aaaahhhh… chaat le… andar tongue daal… poori choot chaat… Vikram…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Unka ras muh mein bhar raha tha – salty-sweet, addictive. Clit ko chuste hue teen ungliyan andar. G-spot pe pressure. Unhone pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se fountain sa pani nikla mere muh pe.
Phir main upar chadh gaya. Missionary. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek tez jhatka – poora andar. Aaaahhhhh… kitni tight thi ab bhi. Unhone pair meri kamar pe lapet liye.
“Zor se… phaad de meri choot… maar daal mujhe… aahhh… Vikram… tu mera pati ban gaya hai ab…”
Main dhakke marne laga – zor zor se. Bed hil raha tha. Headboard deewar se takra raha tha – thok thok thok. Chuche hil rahe the. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir position change – doggy. Unki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – zor ka. Chap! Chap! Chap!
“Le… meri randi Bhabhi… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai… ek din yeh bhi phaad dunga…”
Unhone peeche mud kar kaha, “Aaj daal de… gaand mein… pehli baar… Ankit ko kabhi nahi diya… tu le le…”
Yeh sunkar mera lund aur sakht ho gaya. Maine bed side table se coconut oil liya – jo woh khud lagati thi. Unki gaand pe lagaya. Lund ki topi gaand ke ched pe ragdi. Dheere se pressure.
“Aahhh… dheere… dard ho raha hai… par rukna mat…”
Dheere dheere topi andar. Phir aadha lund. Unhone takiya muh mein daba liya. Main ruk gaya. Phir dheere dheere poora andar. Tight… bahut tight. Garam.
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Dard dheere dheere maza mein badal gaya. Unhone khud peeche dhakelna shuru kiya.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota hai tera lund… phaad do meri gaand… zor se… Vikram… chod meri gaand…”
Main zor zor se dhakke marne laga. Gaand mein poora lund. Unhone doosra orgasm anal se pa liya – poora sharir kaanp utha. Choot se pani tapak raha tha bed pe.
Phir wapas choot mein. Cowgirl position. Woh upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche mere muh ke saamne. Main chuste raha.
“Kitna bada hai… teri choot mein fit ho raha hai poora… le… le mera lund…”
Unhone tez tez bounce kiya. Choot se chap chap awaaz. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha.
Reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Gaand faila kar dikhayi. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha. Unhone gaand ke ched pe ungli daali khud – “Dekh… ab yeh bhi khul gaya hai tere liye…”
Main jhadne laga. “Bhabhi… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal choot mein…”
Aur phir poora cum unki choot ke andar bhar diya. Garam garam. Bahar tapakne laga unki taango pe, bed sheet pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Vikram… tu mera sab kuch ban gaya hai. Ankit ke aane ke baad bhi… yeh chalta rahega.”
Main chup raha. Guilt phir se ubhar aaya. Par unki aankhon mein woh pyaar aur lust dekh kar sab bhool gaya.
Shaam ko Ankit wapas aaya. Normal dinner. Main apne flat mein. Par raat ko 1 baje message – “Ankit so gaya… terrace pe aa ja… bijli gayi hai.”
Terrace pe Mumbai ki raat – baarish tez, thandi hawa. Hum dono ek kone mein. Unhone nighty pehni thi. Andhera tha. Koi nahi dekh sakta.
Unhone nighty upar ki. Panties neeche. Main neeche baith gaya. Choot chaatni shuru. Baarish ki boondein hamare upar gir rahi thi. Unhone mera sar pakad kar dabaya.
“Aaaahhhh… chaat… poori choot… andar tongue… uffff…”
Main chaat ta raha. Woh jhad gayi – pani baarish ke pani mein mix ho gaya.
Phir main khada hua. Lund bahar. Unhe deewar se sataya. Peeche se andar. Zor se dhakke. Terrace ki railing pakad kar woh moan kar rahi thi.
“Zor se… chod mujhe… terrace pe… sab dekh lenge toh dekh le… ab sirf tera lund chahiye…”
Main gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke. Phir gaand mein thoda andar – mix choot aur gaand. Woh pagal ho gayi.
Creampie terrace pe hi – andar hi.
Uske baad teen din aur aise hi – jab Ankit office ya meeting mein hota, Bhabhi mujhe bula leti. Kitchen mein counter pe, bathroom mein shower ke neeche, balcony pe raat ko.
Har baar creampie. Har baar multiple orgasms.
Ankit ke jaane ke ek hafte baad Bhabhi ne message kiya – “Vikram… period miss ho gaye hain. 10 din late.”
Mera dil dhadak ke reh gaya. “Sach?”
“Haan… aur tu har baar andar daalta hai… shayad tera hai.”
Guilt, dar, excitement – sab ek saath. Main unke flat gaya. Woh ro rahi thi.
“Ab kya karenge? Ankit ko kaise bataungi?”
Main unhe gale lagaya. “Bhabhi… agar mera hai toh… main zimmedari loonga. Tu tension mat le.”
Us raat humne phir se kiya – lekin dheere dheere, pyar se. Missionary mein. Pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… Vikram… agar tera baccha hai toh… main khush hoon… lekin dar bhi lag raha hai…”
Main andar hi jhad gaya. Phir hum let gaye. Unhone mera sar apne pet pe rakha.
“Test karwa lete hain kal.”
Agla din pregnancy test – positive.
Bhabhi ro padi. Main hairan. Par sath hi ek ajeeb si khushi.
“Ab kya?” unhone poocha.
“Ankit ko bata denge… ya secret rakhenge. Jo tu chahe.”
Unhone kaha, “Ankit ko pata chalega toh sab barbaad. Par main tujhse alag nahi reh sakti ab. Tu mera hai.”
Uske baad hamara rishta aur gehra ho gaya. Ankit tour pe tha – 3 mahine ka. Hum dono ne decide kiya – baccha mera hai, aur hum isko palenge. Bhabhi ne Ankit se bola ki woh pregnant hai – usne khushi manayi, socha uska hai.
Par andar se sab jaante the – yeh mera baccha tha.
Har raat ab pyar bhara sex. Pregnancy ke saath positions change – side by side spooning, cowgirl dheere dheere, oral zyada.
Unke chuche bade hone lage. Main roz unhe masalta, chusta. Pet ubharne laga – main har raat pet pe kiss karta, haath rakhta.
“Vikram… yeh tera baccha hai… hamara baccha.”
Ab dar bhi tha – society mein log notice karenge. Ankit ko shak ho sakta hai. Par thrill aur bhi badh gaya.
Ek raat jab Ankit video call pe tha, Bhabhi ne phone side mein rakha, aur mujhe neeche bed ke neeche chhupa kar choot chaatwayi. Woh call pe baat kar rahi thi, aur main neeche unki choot chaat raha tha. Woh moan rok rahi thi.
Risk itna ki dil nikalne wala tha, par maza double.
Ab pregnancy 4 mahine mein. Pet ubhar gaya. Chuche bade, gaand moti. Main roz unhe oil massage deta. Massage ke baad sex – dheere dheere, pyar se.
“Aaaahhhh… Vikram… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna acha lag raha hai… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Creampie ab bhi – safe tha abhi.
Har detail yaad hai – pehli baar jab pet pe haath rakha aur movement mehsoos kiya, Bhabhi ne kaha “dekha… yeh tere lund ka asar hai”.
Unki choot ab pregnancy ke karan aur sensitive – clit touch karte hi woh jhad jati. Main roz chaat ta, ungli karta, lund se chodta.
Emotional depth: Ab yeh sirf sex nahi raha. Yeh pyaar ban gaya hai. Jab woh raat ko mere kandhe pe sar rakhti hai aur kehti hai “Vikram… main tere bina nahi reh sakti”, toh dil bhar aata hai. Guilt ab kam hai – kyunki Ankit emotionally door hai, aur main unke har pal mein hoon. Unke dard mein, unki khushi mein, unke bacche mein.
Sensory overload: Unka pregnant sharir ka smell – thoda alag, thoda milky. Chuche jab dabata hoon, doodh jaisa ras nikalne lagta hai – main chusta hoon. Choot ab aur garam, aur geeli. Creampie ke baad jab cum bahar tapakta hai, woh pet pe girta hai – jaise bacche ko bhi pyaar pahunch raha ho.
Cultural layers: Mumbai ki chhoti society mein yeh secret – balcony se smile, lift mein chhupa touch, raat ko terrace pe chupke se milna, padosiyon ki gossip jo “Neha bhabhi kitni khush dikhti hain aajkal”. Ankit ke video call pe normal acting, par neeche main unki choot mein ungli.
Multiple orgasms ab pregnancy ke saath aur intense – pehla oral se, dusra fingering se, teesra lund se dheere strokes, chautha pet pe haath rakh kar jab woh jhadti hai. Har orgasm ke baad woh mujhe pakad leti hai, aankhen bhar aati hain – “Vikram… tu mera sab kuch hai”.
Aur yeh rishta ab family ban gaya hai. Baccha jab paida hoga – main uska baap banunga. Ankit shayad accept kar lega ya nahi – par Bhabhi ne decide kar liya hai ki woh mere saath rahegi.
Ab har subah main unke flat jaata hoon – chai banata hoon, unhe dawai deta hoon, pet se baat karta hoon.
Yeh monsoon khatam ho chuka hai. Par hamara pyaar ab bhi barasta hai – har raat, har din, har touch mein.
Agla part mein – bacche ka janam, Ankit ka shak, aur humara naya chapter – shayad alag ghar, shayad secret family.
Par abhi ke liye… Neha Bhabhi meri hai. Poori tarah se. Aur yeh baccha bhi mera hai.