Babita ji ki zindagi Navaratri se pehle bilkul normal thi. Woh ek typical Hindu gharwali thi, apne pati Krishnan Iyyer ke saath rehti thi, jo society mein secretary the. Babita ji subah uth kar puja karti, vrat rakhti, aur raat ko garba mein jaati. Uski beauty society mein famous thi—uske long brown baal, cat-like aankhein, full lips, aur curvy body. Lekin woh masoom thi, kabhi galat khayal nahi aate the. Abdul bhai pados mein rehta tha, ek mechanic tha, mazboot jism wala, dark skin, aur intense nazar. Woh Muslim tha, lekin society mein sabse mila-jula rehta tha. Lekin Babita ji par uski nazar thi—woh usko dekhta, sochta ki yeh pavitra aurat uske liye perfect hai forbidden romance ke liye.
Navaratri ka pehla din: Garba ground par bheed thi. Babita ji apne pink-green saree mein, maang mein sindoor, maathe par bindi, gale mein mangalsutra, haathon mein chudiyan, aur kamar par chain. Woh dance kar rahi thi, hips sway kar rahi thi rhythm se. Abdul bhai bheed mein ghusa, uske paas aaya, body brush kiya. "Babita ji, aapki smile toh chand si hai," woh whisper kiya. Uski garam saans uske kaan par lagi, Babita ji ka dil dhadka, lekin woh ignore ki, smile dekar door ho gayi. Raat ko ghar ja kar woh sochi, "Kya tha woh? Abdul bhai aise kyun baat kar rahe the?" Lekin puja kar ke bhool gayi. Dusra din: Backyard mein lights lagane gayi Babita ji. Abdul bhai madad ke bahane aaya. "Babita ji, main help kar doon?" Woh close khada hua, haath uski kamar par touch kiya. Babita ji ka body shiver kiya, "Nahin, theek hai." Lekin uski nazar uske breasts par thi, blouse tight tha, nipples show ho rahe the thode. Woh feel ki heat apne shareer mein, lekin scold ki, "Abdul bhai, dur raho. Yeh tyohar ka time hai." Woh hasa, "Theek hai, lekin aap bahut hot lag rahi ho." Babita ji laal ho gayi, ignore kar ke chali gayi. Raat ko bed par leti, uski ungliyan apne body par gayi, sochi Abdul bhai ke baare mein, lekin ruk gayi, "Nahin, paap hai." Teesra din: Abdul bhai bold ho gaya. Woh hall mein aaya jahaan Babita ji aarti ki taiyari kar rahi thi. Door band kar diya, "Babita ji, ek baat suno." Woh close aaya, haath uske shoulder par rakha. "Aap mujhe pasand ho." Babita ji shocked, "Yeh kya bakwaas hai? Main shaadi-shuda hoon." Lekin uska touch garam tha, body react kar raha tha. Woh push ki, lekin Abdul bhai ne usko wall par pin kiya, lips close. Babita ji ki saans tezi se, "Chhodo mujhe." Woh chhod diya, lekin nazar se kha gaya. Babita ji ghar gayi, wet feel ki apni panties mein, confused thi. Chautha din: Garba mein phir mila. Abdul bhai dance mein join kiya, haath pakda uska. "Ek dance?" Babita ji mana ki, lekin bheed mein majboor. Dance karte hue uska body uske against rub, hard lund feel hua pajama ke through. Babita ji gasp ki, "Yeh kya?" Ignore karne ki koshish ki, lekin mind mein image aa gaya. Raat ko sapne mein dekha Abdul bhai ko, uske saath. Paanchwa din: Abdul bhai ne plan banaya. Woh Babita ji ko backyard mein bulaya, "Ek madad chahiye." Wahaan jaane par usne hug kiya suddenly. "Babita ji, main control nahi kar pa raha." Babita ji struggle ki, lekin uska strong arms mein feel accha laga. Woh kiss karne laga neck par, "Mmm... aapki khushbu madhosh kar rahi hai." Babita ji moaned softly, "Ah... nahin." Lekin body grind kar rahi thi. Woh chhut gayi, bhag gayi, lekin ab ignore nahi kar pa rahi thi. Chhewa din: Tension badh gaya. Babita ji hall mein gayi adjust karne, Abdul bhai peeche. Jaise upar likha, confrontation hua. Lund dikhne ke baad, Babita ji ka resistance tut gaya. Ab detail sex scene: Babita ji ka haath uske lund par tha, squeeze kar rahi thi. "Itna garam... itna hard," woh whisper ki. Abdul bhai groaned, "Haan, Babita ji, stroke karo." Woh up-down karne lagi, pre-cum se slippery ho gaya. "Ughhh... accha lag raha hai." Woh uske honthon par kiss kiya deep, tongue inside, "Mmmph... slurp..." sounds. Haath uske breasts par gaye, pinch kiye nipples, "Ahh! Dard ho raha hai... lekin accha." Woh blouse rip kiya, breasts bahar, suck kiya ek ko, "Chus lo... ohhh yes..." Babita ji moaned. Woh usko wall par, saree upar, panties side ki, ungliyan chut mein. "Geeli ho gayi ho... mere liye." Rub kiya clit, "Ohhh... haan... wahan..." legs shake. Do ungliyan inside, pump, "Squish squish..." juices flow. "Abdul bhai... zor se... aaaah!" Woh cum ki fingers par, body tremble. Phir knees par, lund muh mein. "Suck karo, randi." Woh lick ki tip, "Mmm tasty..." deep throat, "Gluck gluck... slurp." Abdul bhai fuck kiya mouth, "Le lo pura... ughhh." Woh gagged, saliva drip, lekin enjoyed. Table par bend, ass slap, "Smack! Ahh!" Lund chut par rub, "Daalo... please." Thrust, "Ahhhh! Phat jayegi!" Pound, "Plap plap... take it... grunt." "Haan... chodo mujhe... oh fuck!" Cum again, "Aaaahhhh!" Flip, missionary, deep, "Gehra... hit karo... haa haa." Tits bounce, sweat, "Cum andar... mark karo mujhe." "Arghhh... bij daal raha hoon!" Post-sex, panting, "Yeh galat tha... lekin aur chahiye." Babita ji ghar ja kar sochi,"Ky a kar diya maine? Paap hai."