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Slave Ka Safar: Part 3

 Delhi ki baarish ne shehar ko ek dhundla sa roop diya tha, aur is vibrant chaos mein, Arjun aur Meera ka rishta ek intense, almost overwhelming dynamic mein badal chuka tha. Meera, 20, ek confident college student, apne DU ke din lectures attend karti aur Rohan ke saath masti mein guzarti thi. Rohan, uska charming boyfriend, uski zindagi ka ek bright spark tha—full of flirtatious smiles, coffee dates, aur moments jo Arjun ke dil ko chhedte the. Arjun, 21, apne femdom junoon mein dooba tha, lekin uski zindagi ek constant struggle thi—college ke assignments, Gurgaon ki IT job, aur Meera ke Hauz Khas apartment ke kaam. Har raat, jab woh thaka hara Meera ke ghar lautata, uska dil uski Rani ke liye seva karne ki khushi se bhar jata, chahe uska dil kitna bhi dard kyun na kare.

Meera ka control Arjun ke jeene ka raasta tha. Uski har salary—20,000 rupees har mahine—Meera ke haathon mein jati, aur agar usse kuch chahiye hota, toh usse dil se mangna padta, jaise uski zindagi Meera ki khushi pe depend karti ho. Meera ko Arjun ka yeh surrender pasand tha—har chhota kaam, har request, uske liye ek mauka tha apni dominance dikhane ka. Woh usse khana banane, serve karne, kapde dhone jaise kaam deti, aur har task mein uski wafadari test karti. Arjun ka femdom obsession usse har mushkil se guzarne ki taakat deta, lekin uska dil bhi dheere-dheere toot raha tha, especially jab Rohan ke saath Meera ke moments uske saamne aate.

Ek Thursday evening, jab baarish ki bundein Meera ke apartment ke windows pe tapak rahi thi, Arjun apne usual routine ke saath wahan pahuncha. College aur office ke baad, woh thaka hua tha, lekin Meera ke liye kaam karna uski zindagi ka hissa tha. Usne apne bag se groceries nikale—Meera ne usse dinner ke liye ingredients laane ko kaha tha. Jaise hi woh bedroom ke paas se guzra, uska dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Meera aur Rohan bed pe the, Meera Rohan ke upar, dono ek doosre mein khoye hue. Meera ke baal bikhre hue, uska silk robe zameen pe gira hua, aur unka intimacy itna raw tha ki Arjun ke saans ruk gaye. Arjun aur Meera ne ab tak ek doosre ko kiss tak nahi kiya tha—unka dynamic mental control ka tha, physical se zyada—lekin yeh scene Arjun ke dil ko chura se chhed gaya.

Rohan ne Arjun ko dekha, uski aankhein shock se badi ho gayi, aur uska body ek pal ke liye stiff ho gaya. Meera ne bhi Arjun ko notice kiya, uski nazar uspe padi, lekin usmein koi sharm nahi, sirf ek commanding spark thi. Rohan ka arousal dheere se kam hone laga, aur Meera ka mood break ho gaya. Woh thodi si irritated hui, lekin usne Rohan ke kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Don’t worry, woh kuch nahi kar sakta jab tak main na bolu.” Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein ek dominant glare, aur phir Rohan ke saath apna rhythm jaari rakha, upar-neeche, jaise Arjun wahan tha hi nahi. “Arjun,” usne awaaz lagayi, uska tone itna sakht ki Arjun ka dil dhadak utha. “Ja, dinner ready kar—meri favorite butter chicken aur naan. Aur humare liye table set kar. Jaldi.”

Arjun ka dil toot gaya, uski aankhein chhupke se bheeg gayi, lekin usne apne aansu Meera ke saamne nahi dikhaye. Woh chupchap kitchen ki taraf chala gaya, uska dard dil mein daba liya. Rohan ki presence, Meera ka uske saath intimacy—yeh sab uske liye ek silent torture tha. Lekin uska femdom junoon usse rokta tha kisi bhi tarah ke rebellion se. Meera ka hukum uski duniya tha, aur usne apne dil ke tootne ko chhupate hue khana banaya. Butter chicken ki khushboo ghar mein fail gayi, lekin Arjun ka dil Rohan ke saath Meera ke moments sochkar jal raha tha. Usne table set kiya—plates perfectly arranged, glasses mein chilled drinks—har cheez Meera ke standards ke mutabik.

Jab Meera aur Rohan living room mein aaye, dono relaxed aur ek doosre ke saath close, Arjun ne chupchap unhe serve kiya. Meera ne khana taste kiya, uski nazar Arjun pe thodi der ke liye ruki, aur ek chhoti si smirk uske chehre pe aayi. Woh jaanti thi ki Arjun ka dil toot raha hai, lekin usne usse aur dominate kiya, uski jealousy ko enjoy karti hui. “Arjun, thodi aur roti la,” usne kaha, uska tone casual lekin commanding. Arjun ne jaldi se roti garam ki aur serve ki, uska chehra neutral rakhte hue, lekin andar se woh ro raha tha.

Meera aur Rohan ne khana khaya, dono ek doosre ke saath hans rahe the, kabhi-kabhi Rohan Meera ke haath ko chhoo deta, aur Meera usse teasing smile deti. Arjun chupchap side mein khada raha, unke plates refill karta, drinks daalta, aur Meera ke har chhote se ishare pe dhyan deta. Jab khana khatam hua, Meera ne Arjun ko plates uthane ka hukum diya. Woh kitchen mein chala gaya, apna khana ek chhote se bowl mein kha liya—ek dry roti jo Meera ne uske liye chhodi thi. Usne sab kuch saaf kiya—har plate, har glass—jabki Meera aur Rohan living room mein sofa pe baith gaye, ek doosre ke baahon mein, cuddling aur kissing karte hue, unki baatein aur hansi Arjun ke kaano mein goonj rahi thi.

Arjun ka dil jal raha tha, lekin uska junoon usse Meera ke control mein rakhta tha. Woh jaanta tha ki Meera ka hukum uski zindagi hai, aur uska dard uski devotion ka hissa. Meera ka control usse jeene ka mauka deta tha, lekin har din ek nayi test la raha tha. Rohan ki presence, Meera ka uske saath intimacy—yeh sab ek storm tha, aur Arjun usmein dooba hua tha, apni Rani ke liye jeeta hua.

Yeh safar abhi khatam nahi hua tha. Meera ka dominance aur Arjun ka surrender ek naye level pe ja raha tha, aur unka game aur intense ho raha tha. Kya Arjun Meera ka lifelong slave ban payega, ya yeh dard usse hara dega? Baarish ke saath, unki kahani ek naye mod pe thi.

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