Raath mei Pooja ke Romantic sa Mundan Hindi Story

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Awasthi ne ek haath mein trimmer aur doosre mein ustre pakda, Pooja ki taraf muskaan ke saath dekhte hue. “Kaunsa istemal karun?” usne chhedne wale andaaz mein poocha. Pooja ne dono dekha, phir sharmate hue ustre ki taraf ishara kiya. Awasthi samajh gaya aur dhyan se, dheere-dheere uska sir mundna shuru kiya. Har stroke mein uska prem dikhta, jaise jaise uske baal dhire-dhire zameen par gir rahe the. Usne shaving foam lagaya aur phir se mundna shuru kiya, jisse Pooja ka sir aur bhi chikkna ho gaya. Ustre ne dhire se phisalte hue uska sir chikkna aur roshan bana diya. Pooja ne apni aankhen band ki, aur swarg ka ehsaas hua.

Fir Awasthi ne uska sir saaf kiya aur dhire se aftershave lagaya. Pooja ne apne takle sir ko chhua aur Awasthi muskuraya, “Tum bahut sexy lag rahi ho, Pooja.” Thodi chhed-chhaad wali muskaan ke saath, Pooja ne trimmer uthaya aur dhyan se Awasthi ka dhadi trim kiya, sirf mustache chhoda, aur jab wah peeche hat kar khadi hui, Awasthi aur bhi handsome lag raha tha. Phir usne Pooja ko apne dost ki clothing shop le gaya.  Pooja ki aankhen chamak uthi jab usne ek sundar laal sleeveless slip dress dekhi. Usne vah dress kharidi, kehte hue ki yeh Pooja ke aatmavishvaas se bhare naye roop se sajtha hai. 

Pooja ne dress pehni, aur jaise hi wah bahar aayi, Awasthi usse dekh kar apni nazar nahi hata paaya. Uske baad, usne Pooja ko apne dost ke makeup parlor le gaya taaki final touch diya ja sake. Makeup artist ne uska roop saral aur sundar rakha, jo uske takle sir ke saath bilkul sahee jaata tha. Awasthi chup-chaap dekh raha tha, khush ki uske andar naye vishwas ke saath chamak aa gayi thi. Jab Pooja ne aaine mein apne aap ko dekha, to usne sharam se muskuraya. Usne pehli baar khud ko itna sundar mehsoos kiya. Baad mein, Awasthi usse apne ghar dinner ke liye le gaya. 

Dinner ke baad, jab ve bedroom gaye, awasthi ne dheere se pooja ko apanee baahon mein kheench liya aur use kasakar pakad liya, ve halke se jhoom rahe the, unake dil dhadak rahe the. pooja ne apana ganja sir usakee chhaatee par tika diya aur usane usake ganje sir ko halke se chooma. unake haath ek-doosare ke kandhon aur baanhon ko chhoo rahe the, shaant komalata ke saath prem kee khoj kar rahe the. bistar par, ve ek-doosare kee garmajoshee mein lipate hue, ek-doosare ke saath bina kapadonke nage lete hue, sapane aur vaade phusaphusa rahe the. raat bhar ek-doosare ko gale lagaate hue, chumma dete hue, unaka pyaar badhata gaya aur jald hee unhonne prem aur vaasana ke saath khushee se sambhog kiya.

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