My Husband’s Best Friend’s Secret: I Got Pregnant by My Saala (Brother-in-Law)
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Yaar, I need to purge this poison. Agar yeh sach maine kisi aur ko bataya, meri shaadi, mera izzat—sab khatam ho jayega. But I know you all here live for the real dirt. So here it is. I am cheating on my husband, Rohan, with his younger brother, Sameer. Aur Haan, main pregnant hoon. His baby.
Main aur Rohan ki shaadi 5 saal pehle hui thi. Normal middle-class life, love marriage, everything looked perfect on Instagram. Rohan is a good guy—hardworking, stable job, respectful. But the sex… bhai, it was dead. We did it like ticking a monthly chore. Saamne camera on karke baith jao, that’s our romance level.
Sameer, Rohan ka chota bhai, always used to visit us. Woh freelancing karta tha, thoda artist type, moody, and devastatingly handsome. Rohan is sturdy; Sameer is lean, sharp features, and eyes jo seedha soul mein dekhte hain.
It started subtly. Rohan office trips par jata tha. Ek baar woh long trip par gaya, aur Sameer bhabhi ki help ke liye aaya kitchen mein. Woh din tha jab maine usse casually bola, "Sameer, tumhari body kaafi achi ho gayi hai." He just smiled that dangerous smile and said, "Bhabhi, aapki nazar tez hai."
The real shift happened during Diwali. Rohan was out of town for work. Shaam ko Sameer aaya aarti ke baad "blessings" dene. Maine usey whisky di. Hum dono living room mein the. Usne whisky ka glass side pe rakha, aur mere paas aakar khada ho gaya.
"Bhabhi, aap Rohan se khush nahi hain, right?" Uska voice itna low tha ki meri body shiver ho gayi.
Maine uski aankhon mein dekha, I couldn't lie. Bas sar hilaya.
"I see you. I see how you look at me when Rohan isn't looking."
And then he didn't ask, he just took. He pulled me hard against the sofa, and his mouth crushed mine. Yeh woh heat thi jo Rohan ke touch mein kabhi nahi mili. It was desperate, possessive, and absolutely necessary. Uska kiss toofan jaisa tha, aur main us toofan mein doob gayi.
Pehli baar, when he entered me, I screamed, but not in pain—in pure, unadulterated release. Woh janta tha mera body kya chahta hai. He moved differently than Rohan, with an urgency that suggested he was stealing something precious.
Us raat, humne furniture ka har corner try kiya. Kitchen counter pe, phir study table pe jahan Rohan baithke file check karta tha. It was an adrenaline rush mixed with the guilt of betraying the only man who gave me security.
Jab Rohan wapas aaya, I was a professional liar. But the problem is, Sameer could not stop. He'd message me dirty jokes jab Rohan saamne baitha hota tha. He'd casually touch my waist under the dinner table. Woh mujhe har jagah, har pal apni possession feel karata tha.
Three months later, period miss hua. I panicked. Par ek thought ne mujhe rok diya: Agar yeh Sameer ka hai? I took the test alone. Positive.
I haven't told Rohan. Sameer knows. Jab maine usse bola, uski aankhon mein darr nahi, victory thi. He whispered, "Bhabhi, you belong to me now. Rohan ka naam lagega, but bachcha mera hoga. And I will raise him like my own."
I am living a double life that would make Bollywood scripts look tame. Rohan is planning a bigger house for our 'future family.' Sameer is my constant secret lover, laughing internally at our shared, massive lie. I hate myself for hurting Rohan, but when Sameer touches me, that guilt evaporates into pure, sinful ecstasy. I don't know how long I can keep this up, but right now, Sameer's baby is growing inside me, and it’s the most thrilling, terrifying truth of my life.