Fantasy CRUSADE OF KAVYA IN AGARTALA

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter - 6
 
15th Jan 2024 – 11.30 AM
Due to political pressure from the Central Government, the Tripura state government has announced that the State Assembly elections will be held in May 2024. The announcement has generated a wave of enthusiasm among the people of Tripura, particularly in Agartala city, where citizens are eager to cast their votes and actively participate in the democratic process.

One of the most talked-about candidates this election season is Mr. Vivek Sharma, who is contesting as the MLA candidate from the [Party name needed]. He has gained significant support from the public, especially among the youth of Agartala.



At 48 years of age, Vivek Sharma is known for his humble beginnings. He left his studies at the age of 15 to pursue a life in politics, driven by a passion to serve the nation and uplift the poor. Coming from a financially struggling family, he faced numerous hardships early in life. However, his political journey brought some stability. He now owns a modest villa in Agartala, a couple of luxury cars, and acres of land on the outskirts of the city.

Despite these personal gains, Vivek Sharma has maintained a strong public image by using his influence and resources to help people across the state. His dedication to public service, especially in Agartala, has made him a popular figure. His unmarried status and lifelong commitment to public welfare have especially resonated with the younger population, who see him as a selfless leader. He is currently seen as a strong opponent of Mr. Gajendar Singh and has been vocal about his alleged involvement in criminal activities in the city."
Vivek Sharma is widely regarded as a disciplined and well-mannered individual in the city. His respectful behavior and strong sense of character have earned him admiration from people of all age groups, especially women. His gentlemanly demeanor and commitment to public service have made him a popular figure across Agartala.

Even Kavya Shetty, who has heard numerous positive remarks about Mr. Vivek Sharma, holds him in high regard though she has not yet had the opportunity to meet him in person.

Even though Vivek Sharma is over 48 years old, he maintains a physique and presence comparable to Bollywood actors. While some people in the city refer to Gajendar Singh as a "Black Tiger" due to his controversial background, others have begun to refer to Vivek Sharma as the "White Tiger” a symbol of strength with integrity and purity of purpose.
A few months before, Vivek Sharma's father and mother passed away due to illness, leaving him deeply saddened. Since their passing, he has been living alone in his villa, coping with the loss in solitude. Despite his political influence and growing power, many of his relatives attempted to reconnect with him, but he remained distant, choosing to continue leading a quiet and solitary life.
Recently, a local media outlet published a controversial report claiming that Vivek Sharma and Gajendar Singh, despite presenting themselves as political rivals, were close allies working together behind the scenes for mutual gain in business and power.

The story stirred public curiosity and concern.
However, just days later, the same media channel issued a public apology, stating that the report was based on unverified sources and contained false information. They retracted the story, calling it a “journalistic oversight.”
Still, not everyone was convinced.
Some people believed there was a hidden alliance between the two powerful men—one built on quiet trust and shared interests. But so far, no evidence had emerged to prove it.

Now, returning to the story with the upcoming state elections, several high-ranking officials who support Gajendar Singh advised him to temporarily halt his illegal activities, at least for a few months. Reluctantly, Gajendar Singh agreed, knowing he needed their full backing to continue running his operations smoothly.
In the meantime, public sentiment in the city began to shift. Many people started attributing Gajendar’s unusual silence to the presence of the newly appointed IPS officer, Kavya Shetty. Rumors spread quickly, with locals mocking the once-feared "Black Tiger," suggesting that he had been tamed by the arrival of this bold officer.

These whispers and criticisms soon reached Gajendar Singh, striking his anger. Those close to him, instead of calming the situation, added fuel to the fire, painting Kavya as a threat to his reputation and dominance.

Gajendar Singh is holding back his fury, waiting patiently for the right moment to strike. Though his silence may appear like a retreat to the public, those who truly know him understand it is the silence before the storm. Behind closed doors, he watches, listens, and waits not out of fear, but out of strategy. For Gajendar Singh, revenge is never rushed. He believes in timing and when the time comes, his response will be calculated, ruthless, and unforgettable.
 
20th Jan 2024
Kavya Shetty received an invitation from one of the most prestigious colleges in Agartala to inaugurate their annual Sports Day as the chief guest. Initially, she hesitated, unsure if attending a public event was appropriate amid the rising tensions in the city. However, the athlete within her shape, through years of discipline and competitive spirit, could not resist the call. Deep down, she believed in inspiring the next generation, and what better way than standing among young dreamers chasing their goals on the field? With a quiet smile, she accepted the invitation.
Later that same day, Kavya received another invitation from a fellow assistant officer hosting his son’s birthday party at a well-known hotel in the evening. Since Kavya had always made it a point to attend such gatherings with her colleagues from the start, she decided to attend both events, embracing the chance to balance her professional responsibilities with moments of camaraderie. Coincidentally, both events were scheduled for the same day, one in the morning and the other in the evening making it possible for her to participate fully in both.
A few days passed, and Kavya remained fully immersed in her duties. Together with her team, she monitored the city around the clock, coordinating efforts to maintain law and order in preparation for the upcoming elections. Her vigilance and leadership ensured that every area was under careful watch, leaving no room for disruption during this critical time.
Finally, the day has arrived- 27 Jan 2024,

It was around 7 AM when Kavya took special permission to attend the Sports Day event at the college. She knew she needed to be there by 9 AM to inaugurate the ceremony, so she planned everything meticulously beforehand and prepared to leave her villa on time. As she was about to step out, she noticed a new luxurious car parked right in front of her villa. Curious, Kavya asked Balraj to inquire with the driver. A few minutes later, Balraj returned and confirmed that the car had been arranged by the college management to escort her to the event.
Hearing this, Kavya was surprised and pleased. She quickly called Bappy to stop his arrival and decided to travel in the car arranged by the college management instead.

Since it was a Sports Day event, Kavya wanted to keep her look professional yet sporty. She opted for bright orange Nike track leggings paired with a black T-shirt. Her round ass bum is visible to onlookers and the thong panties she wore inside the leggings were also clearly visible outside, her two huge milky melons hanging inside the tight sports bra in the black t-shirt also treat for the onlookers.

As she sat inside the car, with still 30 minutes to reach the college, Kavya was quietly gazing out the window, admiring the beautiful scenery passing by. The hills in the distance, the trees swaying gently, and the warmth of the morning sun created a peaceful atmosphere. Suddenly, her phone rang. The screen displayed “Private Number” She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to answer. Curiosity got the better of her, and she picked it up. A harsh, unfamiliar voice spoke from the other end: “Hello, Kavya. How are you?”

Kavya replied, "I'm doing good... Who is this?"  On the other end, the stranger chuckled darkly. "Hello, Kavya. I don’t want to share my name with you. I’m just here to tell you a true story. But before that... check the video I just sent to your WhatsApp." Without waiting for her response, the caller hung up. A chill ran down Kavya’s spine. With a shaky hand, she opened WhatsApp. A new message was waiting. One video. No caption. She tapped play. Within seconds, her smile faded, her face turning pale and flushed with shock and anger. Her heart pounded in her chest.
There, in the video it was clear as day was her husband, Rakhul. He was walking through the entrance of one of the most famous hotels in the city, his hand gently resting on the shoulder of a young woman. They looked too closely. Too comfortable. And definitely more than just friends.

Kavya stared at the screen, frozen. Her grip tightened around the phone as her heart sank. A million questions raced through her mind Who is the girl? Why is Rakhul with her? And why did a stranger send me this? She replayed the video, hoping it was just a misunderstanding. But there was no mistake. The way Rakhul looked at the girl, the way they smiled at each other, was something she hadn't seen in her own marriage for a long time. Her phone buzzed again. Another message. "This is just the beginning, Kavya. Want to know the full truth?" Kavya’s hands trembled. Her mind was a storm of confusion, betrayal, and fear. She typed quickly: "Who are you? Why are you sending me this?"

Kavya stared at her phone, waiting. The silence was heavier than the message itself. Her mind spiraled into confusion. How could Rakhul cheat on me? Who is that girl?
Could it just be a business meeting? But then… why was he placing his hand on her shoulder like that? Was it really what it looked like? Or is someone trying to mess with my head trying to distract me from my work? She couldn’t decide what was more to unsettling the video, or the stranger who sent it.

Lost in thought, she didn’t realize they had reached the college until the car rolled to a stop. The college management stood waiting at the entrance to welcome her. Kavya quickly straightened herself, but her face still held a serious, distracted look. The usual warm smile she carried was missing.

"Welcome, Mrs. Kavya," said one of the staff members cheerfully.

She forced a smile and nodded politely. As she stepped inside the college premises, the cheerful chatter, student performances, and colorful banners tried to pull her attention away, but the image of the video kept flashing in her mind. Still, she composed herself. Focus, Kavya. Not now.
She began to interact with the college staff and representatives, putting on her professional face. Her words were calm and polite, but underneath, she was fighting a storm. Smiling on the outside. Burning with questions on the inside.

As Kavya walked through the college corridors, many of the senior male students couldn't help but notice her. Her confident stride, the way she carried herself, and the professional yet sharp outfit including the fitted leggings she wore caught their attention.
Even some of the male staff exchanged subtle glances. She was aware of it. She always had been. But she didn’t let it bother her.

Kavya wasn’t one to be shaken by stares or whispers. She had faced much more in life in boardrooms, on stages, in media circles and emerged stronger each time. Her focus was razor-sharp, her posture proud, and her attitude unshakable.
She wasn’t there to impress anyone. She was here for her work and that was the only thing that mattered to her.
The college headmaster approached her with a warm smile.
“Mrs. Kavya, it would be an honor if you could inaugurate the Sports Day by cutting the ribbon.” Kavya nodded gracefully. Despite the turmoil inside her, she held her composure with practiced ease. The red ribbon stretched across the entrance to the sports ground, fluttering slightly in the breeze. With a quick snip of the scissors, the ribbon was cut. Applause filled the air as students and staff clapped enthusiastically. Cameras flashed. The moment had officially begun. as she stepped aside, a group of senior students, lingering at a distance, whispered among themselves. Their eyes followed her as they exchanged comments about her appearance and immature figure words spoken under their breath.
The college grounds buzzed with excitement as the Sports Day events kicked off. Students from every grade ran, jumped, laughed, and cheered as the games unfolded relay races, tug-of-war, and other lively competitions brought the campus to life.
Kavya sat on a chair beside the college headmaster under a shaded canopy, both observing the energy of the day. With a slight smile, she clapped for the winners and encouraged the participants. Between the announcements and cheering, the headmaster leaned over slightly and said, "It’s good to have someone like you here, Mrs. Kavya. Your presence really lifts the spirit of the event." She nodded politely, offering a half-smile.

"Thank you. It’s always nice to see young people with energy at work. It reminds me that growth happens outside classrooms too."
They continued chatting light, personal, yet respectful about education, plans for college, and the challenges of balancing work and life. But behind her collected responses, Kavya’s mind occasionally wandered back to the mysterious call and the video.
A group of excited female students soon ran up to her, giggling and breathless.

“Ma’am! Ma’am! Please join us in the sack race!” one pleaded. “It’ll be fun! You’ll win for sure!” another added, eyes sparkling with admiration.
Kavya chuckled softly but raised her hand gently. “Not now. Maybe a little later,” she replied with a calm smile. “Let’s get through the events first. Then we’ll see.” the girls pouted in playful disappointment but ran off cheerfully to continue their games.
It was around 11:30 AM. The sun was high, but the students showed no signs of slowing down. The energy on the field was electric laughter, shouts of encouragement, and the sound of running feet filled the air. Kavya watched with quiet appreciation, sipping from a bottle of water as the cool breeze occasionally swept across the ground.

It was around 11:30 AM. The sun was high, but the students showed no signs of slowing down. The energy on the field was electric laughter, shouts of encouragement, and the sound of running feet filled the air. Kavya watched with quiet appreciation, sipping from a bottle of water as the cool breeze occasionally swept across the ground. Just then, the headmaster’s eyes caught something at the entrance.

A sleek BMW slowly rolled through the college gates, its polished black exterior glinting under the sun. He stood up quickly, brushing down his coat.
"Mrs. Kavya," he said, leaning slightly toward her, "our chairman has just arrived. I need to go to the office and attend to him for a few minutes. Could you please continue keeping an eye on the games in the meantime?" Kavya nodded with a calm smile.
"Of course, go ahead."

The headmaster walked off briskly toward the administrative block, leaving Kavya alone on the groundside chair. As she turned her gaze back at the students, something strange stirred inside her a slight unease she couldn’t explain. She watched the BMW slowly come to a stop near the main building.
Chairman, she thought. I don’t remember hearing much about him. Wonder what he's like.

She tried to shake the thoughts away and refocus on the games, clapping as the next group of runners took off across the field. But her eyes kept drifting back in the direction of the car.
As the races continued and the energy soared, a group of cheerful female students once again approached Kavya, their eyes filled with excitement. “Ma’am, this time you must join! Just one race please!” Kavya, who had politely refused earlier, looked at their eager faces and finally smiled. “Alright, one race. But don’t blame me if I win!”
The girls cheered and clapped. Kavya set her phone aside, walked toward the track, and took her position among the other runners. She crouched slightly, ready to sprint her fitted T-shirt and leggings highlighting her athletic build and confident presence.
Around the field, some senior male students and even a few staff members couldn’t help but watch not just because of how she looked, but because of the rare sight of such a dignified officer joining in with the students. There was admiration, curiosity, and subtle whispers but Kavya, as always, was unfazed, fully focused on the moment.

Meanwhile, near the college entrance, the BMW parked. The headmaster returned to the field, walking beside a tall, well-dressed man with a composed yet commanding presence. They both approached the shaded area where Kavya had been sitting earlier and took their seats quietly, just as the race was about to begin.

The headmaster leaned toward the man and said,
“Sir, that’s Mrs. Kavya our chief guest today. She’s been interacting with the students and keeping the energy alive all morning.” The man nodded slowly, eyes fixed on Kavya at the track. A subtle smile touched his face. “Yes, I know her very well,” he said.
“She’s not just a guest — she’s one of the most powerful and respected officers in the state. Came here to clean up the crime scene and lead some serious reforms. A brave woman.”
He paused, then added with a faint laugh, “And I’m quite sure… she knows me too.” The headmaster gave a puzzled look but remained silent.
 
Yes. He was none other than Gajendar Singh — the man the city whispered about behind closed doors. Known in the shadows as “The Black Tiger,” he was a powerful figure with deep political ties and darker secrets., Gajendar was lingering her beautiful back view and thought in his mind, hey kavya fucking bitch how damn shape you are, I am waiting for the day to have you in my bed,  As the whistle blew and Kavya took off on the track, her focus was on the finish line. She didn’t know Gajendar was watching.
Kavya sprang forward as the whistle blew, her feet pounding steadily against the track. The crowd around her erupted in cheers and applause, encouraging every runner with their loud claps and whistles. Her focus was sharp, her breath steady, she was running not just to win, but to show her strength and determination.

But amidst the cheers and the bright morning sun, one pair of eyes remained fixed on her with a darker intensity. Gajendar Singh’s gaze was unwavering, almost predatory. His sharp eyes followed her beautiful ass bum dancing left and right when she was running, He can’t control suddenly his dick started rolling inside her pant,
Inside, he sighed deeply, a twisted mix of desire and control. “Run all you want you fucking bitch Kavya. But I will take you to my bed and taste your body inch by inch.
Kavya crossed the finish line with powerful momentum, leaving her competitors a few steps behind. The ground erupted with applause, students whistled, clapped, and chanted her name in admiration. She had won not just the race, but the respect of every student in that field.

Breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her forehead, Kavya straightened up, flashing a small but proud smile. The physical effort had left its mark her T-shirt clung to her frame, damp with sweat,
As she walked back toward her seat, accepting congratulations from students and teachers, she finally noticed someone she hadn’t seen before.
There, seated beside the headmaster, was a broad-shouldered man in a sharp black suit, dark glasses resting low on his nose, and a strangely calm smile playing on his lips. Something about his presence instantly shifted the atmosphere.

Kavya’s smile faded slightly. Her steps slowed. Their eyes met for a moment, just a second time seemed to stretch. She recognized him. Gajendar Singh.

Not from today, not from any official introduction but from case files, confidential reports, surveillance images. He was a name wrapped in darkness. A man many feared. A man many powerful people protected.
And now, here he was. Smiling at her like an old friend. Sitting just meters away. The headmaster, unaware of the silent exchange, said cheerfully, “Kavya ma’am, our chairman has been very eager to meet you. He’s followed your work closely!”
Gajendar stood up slowly, offering his hand with a smirk.
“We finally meet… Officer Kavya.” Kavya didn’t flinch. She shook his hand, firmly and steadily but her eyes didn’t blink. “Yes, we meet at last,” she said coldly. “Though I have a feeling... this won’t be the last.”
 
Gajendar Singh laughed a deep, casual sound that didn’t quite match the weight in his words. Kavya crossed her arms, sweat still tracing the sides of her temple as her shirt clung lightly to her skin. But her posture was unwavering. Her eyes, sharp and steady.
“So,” she said coolly, “how many colleges are you really running in this city, Gajendar? Because according to official records, this college is owned by a registered trust. That’s the only reason I accepted this invitation.”

Gajendar leaned back in his chair, adjusting his cuffs with deliberate calm.
“Ah, Kavya,” he said with a sly grin, “still reading paper trails and thinking you know everything.” Then he added, voice dropping lower, “But I like this side of you. Focused. Intense. And just look at you you're sweating… because of me.”
His words were sharp, laced with provocation. Kavya didn’t flinch. She stared him down for a heartbeat, then calmly reached for her water bottle and took a slow sip, never breaking eye contact.
“No,” she said, voice like steel. “This sweat is from a race. Something you wouldn’t understand because you’ve never run for anything in your life. It’s all been handed, stolen… or bought.”

Gajendar’s smirk froze, just for a second. Behind them, the headmaster sensed the growing tension. He cleared his throat awkwardly, then mumbled, “Excuse me, I’ll just check on the students…” And quietly slipped away toward the field, pretending to inspect the next event.
Now it was just the two of them. Officer and outlaw. Fire and shadow.
“You’re bold,” Gajendar said finally. “But don’t forget, this city listens to me. Even the silence here... is mine.”

Kavya stepped forward, close enough that only he could hear her next words. “Enjoy your silence, Gajendar,” she whispered, “because I’ve come to break it.”
kavya sat down slowly beside Gajendar Singh, her posture straight, calm, and controlled the presence of someone who’s walked through fire and never flinched. The scent of her shampoo and the trace of her perfume lingered faintly in the air, clean and strong, like her.
Gajendar tilted his head slightly, catching the scent, and smirked. “You know, Kavya,” he said, voice low, “people always told me you were beautiful. But seeing you now… you're more than that. You're stunning hot and sexy,

His tone was laced with unspoken intent, a deliberate attempt to push her, provoke her, throw her off balance. Kavya turned her face toward him, the smile gone, her eyes calm but icy. There was a flicker of anger in her expression, but it lasted only a breath.
She replied slowly, her voice razor-sharp: “Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Singh. But between you and me, the pistol I carry is far more beautiful.”

 Again, Gajendar Singh laughed,

Gajendar said’ You know, Kavya… I’ve done a lot for these people. Built colleges, funded hospitals, gave jobs to families who were starving. And yes..." he looked at her now, eyes glinting, "along the way, I’ve broken a few rules. Done a few things... the law wouldn’t approve of. But that’s how real power works, doesn’t it? A little crime for a lot of good. These people adore me. Not a single complaint in this city." Because they know who’s feeding them. Who’s protecting them. They don’t care about laws. They care about survival."

She turned to face him directly and spoke. "What you call protection, Gajendar… I call control. And what do you call love?" "No complaints? Maybe not. But don’t make silence for loyalty. Silence often comes from one thing terror. And I’m here to end that."
Gajendar stared at her in a beat not laughing now, not smirking. Then he said slowly,
"You’re bold, Kavya. But boldness has a cost in this city."

Kavya’s reply was immediate. "So, does arrogance.”?
The announcer’s voice echoed in the background, calling students to line up for the next game.
Kavya stood up without waiting for his response. "Enjoy your games, Mr. Gajendar Singh," she said coolly. "Because mine just started."
Saying this Kavya turned and walked away from behind, Gajendar Singh remained seated, his gaze following her not just out of desire, but out of obsession, again his dick got sudden erection seeing her in tight leggings,

Gajendar Singh thought in his mind “You fucking asshole, Kiya maal a thu, Now I am a big fan of you and your beautiful ass, I will fuck you at any cost.
Kavya walked steadily across the college grounds, keeping her composure even as a storm brewed behind her eyes. Students smiled, waved, and thanked her as she passed, completely unaware that the guest of honor had just confronted one of the most dangerous men in the city.

Without delay, she pulled out her phone and called her driver. "Bring the car around. We’re leaving now." By the time she reached the college gate, the black SUV was already waiting. The driver opened the door without saying a word. She stepped in, the door closed, and just like that she was gone from the college grounds.

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter -7
 
The car cruised through the narrow city lanes, then sped toward the quiet outskirts where Kavya's private villa stood, inside the villa, Kavya slipped off her shoes, walked straight to the living room, and dropped her bag on the table. Her face was calm, but her eyes told a different story calculating, unsettled, and burning with questions.

She poured herself a glass of cold water and stared out the window at the garden. Then she picked up her phone. No new messages. No replies from Rakhul. No trace of who sent the video.
She opened the video again, her thumb hovering over the play button but didn’t press it. Instead, she walked to her study, locked the door, and opened her laptop. It was time to dig deeper. Who owns the trust behind the college? What’s the real link between the Gajendar and the college system? And most importantly… where was Rakhul really, that day?
Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, the image of Gajendar Singh still fresh in her mind smug, untouchable. But right now, she had to shift her focus to Rakhul.
She picked up her phone and dialed a secure line. “Rathi,” she said. “I need a complete trace of Rakhul’s phone activity from the last three months. Numbers, call durations, message logs. Prioritize any repeat contacts. Flag anything suspicious.”
Rathi didn’t ask questions. He never did. “Give me ten minutes,” he replied.
Kavya walked to the window, arms crossed, her mind spinning. The silence of the villa did little to quiet the noise in her head, suspicion, betrayal, and the sting of uncertainty.
Ten minutes later, her phone vibrated. The report had arrived. She scanned through dozens of names and numbers, most of them harmless. Until one line caught her eye.
One number. Repeated calls over the past several weeks. The name associated. Her name is Rekha Sharma.
Kavya’s brows furrowed. The name didn’t ring a bell, not professionally, not socially. She ran a quick background search through her intelligence database.
Occupation: Freelancer. Age: 34. No criminal record. Address: Downtown, near City Central Hotel. Then came the attached photo.
Kavya tapped on it. And froze. There she was. The same woman from the video.
The one Rakhul had been walking with. The one his hand rested on, so casually… so intimately.
Kavya’s face remained still, but her breath caught for a moment. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. It was real,
She stared at the image not out of jealousy, but out of calculation. Something didn’t feel right. This woman, Rekha, didn’t look like someone caught in an affair. She looked composed, deliberate.
Kavya narrowed her eyes. What if this wasn’t just about Rakhul? What if Rekha was planted? And Rakhul… used? Or involved?
The lines between personal and professional were starting to blur in the most dangerous way. She called Rathi again.
“I want full surveillance on Rekha Sharma. Discreet. Track her movements, her calls, and any physical meetings. Also, get me every time Rakhul met her in person, with location data. I want this airtight.
“Understood,” She replied.
Kavya sat on the edge of the bed in her villa, the warm afternoon light casting long shadows across the room. Her phone lay in her hand, screen dark, but her thoughts were loud and restless. Despite everything the video, the call records, the photo her heart refused to accept the worst. She loved Rakhul. Truly. Deeply. Even now.
Her eyes burned, not from anger… but from heartbreak. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly, as if embarrassed even in her solitude.
“No,” she whispered to herself. “I won’t assume. Not until I hear it from him.”
She took a deep breath, unlocked her phone, and pulled up Rakhul’s number. Her thumb hovered over the call button. One last time… she told herself. Just a casual call. No accusations. No emotion.
She tapped "Call." It rang. Once. Twice. Then connected.
“Hey, Kavya,” Rakhul’s voice came through light, casual, unsuspecting.
“I was just about to call you. How was the college event?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and replied gently, forcing her voice to sound calm.
“It went well… the kids were amazing. I just got home.
Kavya’s pulse spiked slightly. She waited a beat, then asked softly, “Where were you yesterday evening?”
Rakhul’s voice came through the phone, casual as ever. “I was in my office, having a business meeting with a US client. Why, Kavya? Any issues? Why are you asking about yesterday?”
For a second, Kavya said nothing. She could feel it now not suspicion, but certainty. His words didn’t match what she knew. Not the call records. Not the video. Not the location he claimed.
And yet… She couldn’t confront him.
So, she did what she’d learned to do in every operation before this — hide emotion, act normally, and dig deeper. But a single tear still slipped down her cheek. Her voice, when it came, was soft but measured.
“No, Rakhul… it’s nothing. Just a friend of mine was trying to get in touch with you yesterday for some business-related query. He couldn’t reach you, so he called me instead.”
A pause on the line. “Oh? Must’ve been during the client call. I had my phone on silent,” he replied quickly. Kavya didn’t respond immediately. She let the silence sit just enough to make him uncomfortable.
Then:
Kavya: “It’s fine. I told him you were probably busy. No big deal.”
Rakhul: “Yeah. Thanks for covering. I’ll call him back if you send me the number.”
Kavya: “Sure. I will.”
The conversation lingered for another minute idle talk, the kind lovers used to pretend things are still the same. She told him she was tired from the event. He said he’d call later.

Then he hung up. Kavya stared at the screen for a long time, her expression empty.
“He’s lying.” Not just about where he was but how easily he could lie to her face, without even a crack in his voice. The man she loved wasn’t just hiding something. He was protecting someone. Rekha? But why?
Kavya lay curled on the bed, her face buried into the pillow, her chest rising and falling with the quiet sobs she tried to suppress. The weight of betrayal or the possibility of it pressed down harder than any criminal she had ever faced. This wasn’t the case. This was her life. Her heart.
Time blurred. The pain had exhausted her more than any chase, and at some point, her tears gave way to sleep a heavy, dreamless kind. When she woke, the room was cast in amber light. She blinked at the clock.

Time is around 4.00 PM

A dull ache throbbed in her temples, but she forced herself up. Her mind reminded her of the day’s remaining duty the birthday party of her colleague’s son, held at a hotel nearby. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. Red eyes. A tired expression. But beneath it the same steel will. Kavya took a deep breath and headed to the washroom. Within half an hour, she had composed herself freshened up, applied light makeup,
Kavya stepped out of her villa dbangd in a deep blue saree, the fabric flowing like water around her. The sleeveless blouse matched perfectly, hugging her shoulders and revealing her white milky arms, her body shape is perfectly hotter on the day, Since the saree was little transparent and her beautiful hip and the milky naval hole is slightly visible outside the saree,

Kavya had picked up her phone and dialed Bappy, her trusted driver and occasional confidant. “Bappy, I need the car by 5. We have a colleague’s family function at the Grand Crown Hotel.”

His voice came through with a hint of hesitation. “Madam, I’m sorry… today I’m out of station with my family. But I’ve sent one of our other drivers to your villa. The car will be ready in time.”

Kavya paused for a moment, staring out of her villa window. Her head still ached slightly from the weight of everything —Rakhul’s lies, the voice in the video, and the image of Rekha Sharma.

Her mood had shifted from sorrow to something colder. “That’s fine, Bappy,” she said flatly. “Take care of your family.”

Just before 5, the car arrived at the villa, a clean, dark sedan with tinted windows. A young driver in uniform stepped out and greeted her politely. But Kavya didn’t respond.

She stood in the doorway, saree dbangd perfectly, one hand resting on her clutch. Her face expressionless, her thoughts louder than ever. She looked at the car, then back at the driver.

“You can go,” she said simply. The driver blinked, confused. “Madam?”

“I’ll drive myself today. Leave the keys.”
The driver hesitated for a moment, then handed over the keys respectfully. As he walked away, Kavya slid into the driver’s seat. The car started with a smooth purr, but inside her, emotions were anything but smooth.
She gripped the wheel tightly, staring out through the windshield. Her hands were steady too steady. The kind of steadiness that came just before something cracked.
“I need control today,” she muttered under her breath. The engine roared gently as she pulled out onto the road. This wasn’t just a drive to a birthday party. This was her way of holding herself together behind the wheel, behind the silence, behind the mask she wore so well.
Time is around 6:30 PM
The evening sun was dipping behind the skyline as Kavya pulled into the hotel’s private parking area. The soft glow of twilight reflected off the polished body of the car as she stepped out, blue saree trailing like a whisper behind her.

As she walked through the hotel’s entrance, heads inevitably turned. The watchmen, bellboys, and other staff members paused for a moment, they were stunned by her beauty, especially her hot midriff and the naval hole which is perfectly visible for the onlookers

She walked with quiet determination to the front desk. “I’m here for Mr. Anand’s son’s birthday party,” she said, her voice cool and efficient.
The receptionist nodded quickly, trying not to stare too long. “Yes, ma’am. It’s on the top floor Royal Banquet Hall.”
She thanked him with a short nod and walked toward the lift. The ride up was silent, save for the hum of the elevator. As she watched the floor numbers rise, her reflection stared back at her from the mirrored walls elegant, yet unreadable.
When the doors opened, her colleague Anand was already at the hallway entrance, smiling warmly. “Kavya! You made it. And… wow, you look incredible today. Thank you for coming.”
Kavya offered a faint but polite smile, the corners of her lips rising just enough. “Happy to be here. Hope I’m not too late.”
Anand replied “No, perfect timing. The cake cutting is in 10 minutes. Come, I’ll introduce you to my wife and some of the others.”
The party hall buzzed with cheerful chatter. Children ran around laughing, balloons floated gently near the ceiling, and colorful lights cast a festive glow on everyone present.
Kavya moved through the crowd with calm confidence. Several businessmen glanced her way, admiring her beauty and elegance. She noticed the lingering looks but chose to remain unfazed, her smile gentle yet distant.
Approaching the birthday boy, Kavya bent slightly to meet his eyes.
“Happy Birthday, little one,” she said warmly, handing over a beautifully wrapped gift and a bright toy. The boy’s face lit up with joy, and he reached out eagerly to accept.
Kavya’s eyes scanned the crowd casually but purposefully, always aware, always watching.
Kavya took in the surroundings with a sharp eye. The lavish decorations, the elegant tables set with fine cutlery, and the discreet bar serving premium alcohol it was clear Mr. Anand had spared no expense for this celebration.
Separate seating arrangements marked for different groups, business associates, family, and close friends are all meticulously planned. The atmosphere was festive but carried an undercurrent of calculated precision.
As she settled in, a few businessmen approached her table, attempting to strike up casual conversations.
“Ms. Kavya, quite the surprise to see you here. How have you been?” one asked, flashing a practiced smile. Another chipped in, “Your reputation precedes you we’ve heard about your work across the state.”
Kavya responded with brief, polite answers, her eyes scanning the room even as she spoke. She didn’t encourage them. After a moment, she leaned back slightly and gave a small smile.

“Thank you for your kind words, but I’m here for the celebration. I hope you enjoy the evening.”

Her tone was calm but firm a subtle signal that she wasn’t interested in idle chatter. The businessmen sensed it and gradually withdrew, leaving Kavya to her quiet vigilance.
About half an hour into the celebration, the energy in the room shifted.

A few guests turned toward the entrance, their expressions lighting up. Kavya followed their gaze a tall, well-dressed man in his early 50s had just arrived, flanked by two discreet security personnel. Yes, it’s Mr. Vivek Sharma.

It was the first time Kavya had seen him in person the man known publicly as a charismatic philanthropist and business magnate. His presence commanded attention, not by force, but by charm. People naturally gravitated toward him, shaking hands, offering drinks, and exchanging respectful greetings.
“That’s Sharma,” someone near Kavya whispered. “Always makes time for people. A real gentleman.”
He handed a neatly wrapped gift to the birthday boy, who grinned up at him. Sharma patted the boy’s head, sharing a few kind words with the parents, then made his way to an empty seat directly across from Kavya.
Their eyes met for the first time. Kavya held his gaze, composed and unreadable.

Vivek smiled warmly, offering a slight nod.
“Officer Kavya, isn’t it?” he said with a confident calm.
“It’s an honor to finally meet the woman everyone in the city seems to be talking about.”
Kavya offered a polite smile in return. “Likewise, Mr. Sharma. I’ve heard a lot.”

There was a pause not uncomfortable but charged with curiosity. Both were watching each other carefully. He leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth still upturned.
“I didn’t know you were close to Anand.”
“Colleagues,” Kavya replied simply. “I came to wish the boy.”
“Of course,” he said, glancing around casually. “It’s always good to see public servants with heart.” Kavya didn’t respond to the compliment.
While talking Vivek Sharma started looking at the beauty of Kavya Sharma, her sleeveless blouse and the white milky arms bring something in him, After the long time Vivek Sharma felt the lust in women which is one and only kavya,
Vivek Sharma thought in his mind, "How fucking beautiful you are my dear Kavya, your husband is very lucky in this world to have you, surely he will fuck you daily, after so long years my cock has been disturbed by you,
As the noise of the party faded into background chatter, the conversation between Kavya and Vivek Sharma began to flow calm, intelligent, and respectful. Vivek’s tone never crossed the line, but it carried a gentle confidence that disarmed most people. Kavya noticed how effortlessly he spoke, how carefully he chose his words, and how he made even silence feel intentional.
Despite herself, she found it… refreshing. At one point, he leaned slightly forward, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “Kavya, I think it would be good for us to stay in touch. You’re someone I’d like to speak with more often professionally, of course.”
Kavya paused, her fingers lightly tapping the edge of her glass. She didn't answer immediately.
He noticed her hesitation. “Don’t worry,” he added with a small smile. “I respect boundaries. But I also believe in keeping close contact with the people who matter people who shape this state.
It was said smoothly, without pressure. A compliment wrapped in professionalism.
Kavya studied him for a few seconds. Then, with careful expression, she reached into her clutch and shared her mobile number, “That’s my official contact,” she said quietly. “Anything important… use that.”
Vivek took it without breaking eye contact, offering a nod of appreciation.
“Understood.” He smiled again. “Thank you, Kavya.” She didn’t smile back, but there was something softer on her face now not trust, not yet but curiosity.
After Vivek Sharma politely excused himself and left the venue, a quiet buzz began to ripple through the party. Small groups leaned in, whispering with curious glances cast toward Kavya.
“Did you see how long they talked?” “Vivek Sharma, of all people, asking for her number?”
“She’s stunning… wouldn’t be surprised if something’s already started there.”
The words floated around like smoke, shapeless, baseless, but catching quickly in the air of a party where drinks were flowing and boredom was setting in.
Kavya, however, remained untouched by the whispers. She was seated with a couple of children, helping them unwrap a toy, her mind still working quietly through the pieces of the Rekha–Rakhul mystery.
She hadn’t even noticed that some of the people around her were no longer watching the birthday boy they were watching her.
To them, she was no longer just the respected officer. She was now the woman who had caught Vivek Sharma’s attention,

After a few minutes, Kavya received another message from the stranger, a picture of Rekha Sharma and Rakhul together in a hotel room. The moment she saw it, her heart sank. Shocked and overwhelmed, her composure shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes as the weight of the situation hit her. She knew that if nothing came out now, everyone would find out the truth something she couldn't afford.
Trying to regain control, she quickly grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the party table and took a long, desperate sip. Some of the men at the party watched her with amused eyes, whispering crude comments among themselves, clearly entertained by her sudden shift in behavior.
After some time, Kavya's head began to spin from the excess alcohol. Her movements grew unsteady, and her usually composed demeanor started to slip. Noticing the sudden change in her behavior, one of the businessmen at the party approached her with a polite smile.

“Hey, Mrs. Kavya, I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink. Would you like me to take you home?” he offered, trying to sound concerned.
But Kavya, still reeling from the shock and anger inside her, snapped back sharply, “Do your own business, Mr.”
Her voice was loud enough for others nearby to hear. The businessman stood frozen, caught off guard by her blunt dismissal. The room briefly went silent, then laughter broke out among the other guests. Someone from the crowd chuckled and said, “Don’t try to play with fire, man just take your seat.”
The businessman, embarrassed, gave a nervous smile and backed away, while Kavya remained standing there outwardly bold, but internally breaking.
Kavya slowly stumbled out of the party hall, her heels clicking unevenly against the marble floor as she made her way to the parking area. The alcohol had taken full effect, her steps were unsteady, her vision blurred, and her mind clouded with pain and confusion. She could barely keep her balance as she leaned against a nearby car for support.
Just a few feet away, Mr. Vivek Sharma stood under a dim light, casually talking on the phone and smoking a cigarette. His conversation was interrupted as he caught sight of Kavya the way she was walking, almost swaying with every step, her eyes unfocused and distant.
Concern flickered across his face. He dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his shoe without a second thought. Ending the call abruptly, he quickly walked over to her.
“Kavya… are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and gentle, trying not to startle her.
She looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips trembling, trying to find the right words but none came. She just stood there, broken and silent.

Seeing Vivek Sharma standing in front of her, a strange sense of familiarity and comfort washed over Kavya. Her knees weakened, and before she could stop herself, she slowly leaned forward and collapsed against his chest. The warmth of his presence was the only thing grounding her in that moment of chaos.
Her voice came out in a broken whisper, barely audible. “Please… take me to my villa,” she said, her breath warm against his shirt, her fingers lightly clutching his jacket for support.

Her beautiful two melons almost crashed on his chest, Vivek Sharma got an instant feeling in him, his cock is ready to shift gears slowly, but he controlled the situation, because everyone see or captured this scene, it will damage both reputation
Vivek instinctively wrapped one arm around her to keep her steady, the other gently resting on her back. He could feel how fragile she was at that moment.
Without asking any further questions, he nodded to himself, unlocking his car with a click.

“Alright, Kavya. Let’s get you home,” he said softly, guiding her carefully toward the front side, making sure she didn’t stumble.
Vivek gently pushed the seat back, letting Kavya rest more comfortably. She didn’t say a word, her eyes were already closed, her breathing slow and heavy. The effects of the alcohol, the emotional blow she had taken, and the exhaustion had pulled her into a deep, uneasy sleep.

As the car rolled through the quiet streets, Vivek glanced at her from time to time. There she was Kavya her hair falling over her shoulder, her beautiful two boobs thrumming in her blouse, he doesn’t want to waste this chance he slowly pulled her saree and fix his gaze on her beautiful navy, Seeing this Vivek Sharma's dick got uncontrollable, By driving he slowly unzipped his trousers and put his dick out and give him freedom,
He let out a sharp breath, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and thought in his mind. Damn, Kavya… your beauty is killing me, “Of all nights… I’ve got that late-night meetings with the minister today. A meeting I’ve been planning for weeks… and now I’m going to miss this chance fucking you.
Again, he shouted in his mind ´ Oh GOD! Why do you always pull me in like this?

Fortunately, Vivek Sharma remembered Kavya’s address, she had casually mentioned it earlier during the birthday party. It stuck in his mind, and now, it proved to be a blessing. Without needing to ask anyone or fumble through her phone, he smoothly drove through the quiet streets toward her villa.
After a while, they finally pulled up in front of her villa a sleek, modern home tucked away in one of the city’s upscale neighborhoods. The lights outside the gate flickered on as the car approached, motion-activated sensors detecting their arrival.

Vivek parked, turned off the engine, and looked over at Kavya. She was still asleep., He leaned in slightly and called her name gently, “Kavya… we’re here She stirred faintly, her brow twitching, but her eyes didn’t open. He touched her shoulder softly.

“Kavya… wake up. You’re home.”
But instead of waking, she let out a soft, tired moan and turned her face toward the window, murmuring incoherently, clearly not ready to move.
Vivek Sharma put his tail back in his trousers, zipped the trousers and opened the car door. She saw that there was no one in the villa, then he opened the car door, took Kavya over his shoulder and went into the villa,

Vivek carefully stepped out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door. Kavya was still half asleep, her body limp and unresponsive. With a quiet sigh, he bent down and gently lifted her into his arms, shifting her over his shoulder in a way that kept her balanced but comfortable.

The villa was silent. The security lights flicked on as he entered through the gate, and the front door thankfully unlocked gave way with a soft creak. Inside, everything was still, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of an old wall clock.
Vivek looked around. The space was elegant, spacious, but unfamiliar. Trusting his instinct, he assumed her bedroom would be upstairs. Without wasting time, he began to climb the stairs, his shoes making a muffled thud on each wooden step.
What he didn’t know was that someone else was in the villa.

Downstairs, Balraj the old house help who had fallen asleep in the kitchen chair stirred. A faint sound had reached his ears, and his instincts sharpened with age and loyalty. He slowly opened his eyes, ears catching the creaking steps above.

Peeking cautiously through the half-open kitchen door, he saw the figure of a man carrying Kavya up the stairs. For a moment, he froze confused, then became concerned, then alert. His eyes narrowed.
“Mr. Vivek Sharma?” he muttered under his breath, recognizing the man.
Balraj quietly stepped out of the kitchen, watching every move, unsure if he should intervene or stay silent. Balraj watched from the shadows, his instincts sharp but tempered with patience. He recognized Vivek Sharma and could tell from the way he carried Kavya that there was no immediate danger. Still, something in him didn’t allow him to walk away entirely. Quietly, he followed behind, staying a few steps behind on the staircase, his footsteps muffled against the old wood.
Vivek reached the top floor and gently pushed open the door he assumed was Kavya’s room. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the air, a soft, floral note that somehow made the space feel more intimate. The room was dim, lit only by the moonlight slipping through the balcony curtains.
Without switching on the lights, Vivek carefully stepped inside and approached the bed. With a deep exhale, he shifted her from his shoulder and gently laid her onto the mattress. But the alcohol and exhaustion had left her completely unaware she collapsed onto the bed like a lifeless doll, one arm flung across the pillow, hair spilling wildly across the sheets.

For a few seconds, Vivek just stood there, his eyes fixed on her. There was something about her even in this vulnerable state, something hauntingly beautiful.
Vivek slowly put his hand on her hip and said, "Hey Kavya, are you okay?" But she was not in her senses, she moaned as if she was in deep sleep, when Vivek understood that he slowly pulled her saree-pallu,
Seeing this Balraj got instant boner in his dick, He thought in his mid ‘Arey Baapre,,,, eey kiya kar rahaaa haa,,,, Then Vivek slowly climbed on the bed and put his lips in her navel hole and started licking and kissing for few minutes, Seeing this Balraj lost his control and pulled her dhoti down and held her cock and started doing masturbation,
Suddenly, Vivek Sharma’s phone rang, breaking the tension. He answered it, only to be met with an angry voice at the other end, demanding he attend a meeting immediately. The caller didn’t wait for a reply and hung up abruptly.

Frustration flashed across Vivek’s face. He climbed down from the bed, ran a hand through his hair, and turned to Kavya with a sigh. "I missed you today," he said softly. "But I promise I'll come for you another day."

Understanding the urgency of the situation, Balraj quietly grabbed his dhoti from the floor and crouched behind the table, hidden in the shadows of the unlit hall. The darkness worked in his favor, Vivek Sharma, distracted and in a hurry, didn’t notice him as he rushed downstairs and left the villa to attend the meeting. The front door closed behind Vivek.
Moments later, once the silence had settled, Balraj emerged from his hiding spot. With cautious steps, he moved toward Kavya’s room.

Kavya was lying in bed and still her pallu is placed side of the bed, She was sleeping in blowse and skirt showing her huge boobs and milky navel, Seeing this Balraj was shocked and excited, He badly want to touch and fuck her but he knows very well if kavya come back to her senses it should be disastrous for him so he again pulled her dhoti down and started jerking her cock, after 15 minutes of jerking he unloaded huge sperms in the floor and slowly lay down on the floor,
Suddenly Something stirred in Kavya’s mind. A soft sound escaped her lips a faint moan, as if she were caught between sleep and awareness. Balraj froze. The sound sent a jolt through him; his breath caught in his throat. Panic rose. He remained still on the floor beside the bed, afraid to move.
Kavya's eyelids fluttered open. She looked around, dazed and exhausted. Her body refused to respond fatigue weighed her down. As her gaze dropped, she noticed her saree pallu had slipped off, leaving her partially exposed. Instinctively, she reached for it and pulled it over herself, adjusting it for modesty. Then, without a word, she turned slightly and drifted back into sleep.
After a few tense minutes, Balraj, still too nervous to stand, slowly crawled across the floor with his movements low and silent, like a frog inching its way to safety. He finally slipped out of Kavya’s room and let out a deep sigh of relief once he reached the hallway, his heart still racing.

[Anoop Nair]

Dear Readers ,

Please post your feedback,

Hope , I fulfilled your expectations at least minimum of 40 %

[Umavictor32]

Nice update anoop...
One suggestion as i always ask...
Pls create a character like sapna...
Because everyone wish to see sanskari woman transform to Randi...

[Anoop Nair]

Nice update anoop...
One suggestion as i always ask...
Pls create a character like sapna...
Because everyone wish to see sanskari woman transform to Randi...

On the way, keep your expectations low brother ,

[Umavictor32]

On the way, keep your expectations low brother ,

Firstly i am not brother... U can call me uma...
Secondly biggest anger on you for me was not because you stopped riya story.. It was because you didnt complete sapna's character... I still remember, you just brought sapna character in flashback but your writing made us to be madly in love with the character due to which you had to keep it as main character...

So i have high expectations on your writting... Waiting for your magic

[Suresh@123]

Keep going. Super but in this husband part should skip. Then story superb. Any way good keep update

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter- 8
 
8:30 AM – The Next Morning

Kavya slowly woke up, her head aching slightly, a dull reminder of last night’s drinks. She groaned softly, realizing she was already running late for work.

Still lying in bed, she reached for her phone and noticed a message from Vivek Sharma.

Vivek Sharma: Good morning, Kavya. Hope you'll stick to a bit less alcohol from now on.
Reading his message, Kavya paused. Her mind began piecing together fragments of the previous night. She clearly remembered seeing Vivek... and then stumbling into his chest in the parking area.
A wave of uncertainty washed over her. Was that all that happened? she wondered.
Just as Kavya finished reading the message, her phone started ringing. It was Vivek Sharma. The sudden call caught her off guard. Her heart skipped a beat. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen, then slowly slid her finger across to answer.

"Hello..." she said softly, her voice still husky from sleep and the lingering effects of last night.

On the other end, Vivek Sharma’s voice came through calmly, but with a teasing edge.
"Hello, beautiful IPS officer. How are you feeling? What really happened to you yesterday? If I hadn't been there to help..." he paused, his tone turning serious, "yesterday might’ve been your last day in service."
Kavya's expression shifted. Her body tense. She swallowed hard, adjusting herself on the bed as she responded.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Vivek Sharma. I... I drank a little too much last night" she said, her voice laced with guilt.

Vivek chuckled on the other end of the line. "It’s okay, Kavya. Life meant to be enjoyed occasionally," he said, his voice playful. "Besides, if you hadn’t been in that condition, I’d have missed the rare chance to carry a beautiful girl on my shoulder."

Hearing his words, Kavya’s smile faded. A wave of guilt and panic washed over her as she silently scolded herself. What have I done, Kavya? An unknown man touched me… carried me into my own bedroom. Oh my God what if someone saw that? What would I even say?
She closed her eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the thought.

Vivek's voice came through the phone again, light but curious.
"Hello, Kavya? Are you still there?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Kavya cleared her throat and responded, trying to steady her voice. "Yes… “I’m here."
She paused, then added sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Vivek Sharma. I truly appreciated your support and care last night. I won’t forget it."
Hearing this Vivek Sharma thought in his head "" You fucking bitch for this appreciation I have called you this morning, I want something more, yesterday by God shake you have missed from me, or I would have ripped your beautiful pussy,

Vivek chuckled softly on the other end. "Hey Kavya, only appreciation? That’s all I get?"
"Honestly… I was hoping this would earn me at least one dinner with you."

He sighed dramatically. "Now I’m heartbroken."
Hearing Vivek’s words, Kavya smiled and replied playfully,

“A dinner with the beloved people’s MLA is very important to me. Hopefully, we can find a free day and make it happen.”
But as soon as she said it, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.
Why, Kavya? Why did you agree to this? You came here to work, not to get distracted.
Still, deep down, she couldn’t deny the trust she felt in Vivek Sharma, his reputation and how the people of the city spoke about him weighed heavily on her thoughts.

Vivek smiled through the line and said, "Alright, Kavya. I’ll fix the time and let you know."
There was a pause, then he added teasingly, "Just be ready any night."

Hearing his words, Kavya was momentarily taken aback.
Any night? The unexpected confidence in his voice left her with no immediate response. But she had no valid reason to object and no desire to overthink it now.
So, keeping her voice steady, she simply said, "Okay."

Then she quietly ended the call.

Over the next 5 days, Kavya buried herself in work. The anonymous messages had stopped but the damage had already been done. They had left behind a silent storm in her heart.
Her trust in Rakhul, once unshakable, now felt cracked and fragile. She hadn’t confronted him yet, but something between them had quietly broken. And no matter how much she tried to focus on duty, the weight of that unspoken truth lingered.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon at the security officer station. Kavya was seated at her desk, scanning over a case file when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen Mr. Vivek Sharma.

She hesitated for a moment before answering. “Hello?”

“Kavya,” Vivek’s voice was steady, almost commanding. “Come over for dinner tonight. I need to talk to you.” Kavya leaned back in her chair, surprised. “Tonight? Vivek, I’m still working. Can we plan for another day?”
But he didn’t give in.

“No. It must be today. I won’t take no for an answer.”

She sighed, rubbing her temple. “Look, I’m not comfortable coming to your house, especially at night. Why don’t we meet at a restaurant instead? Somewhere quiet.”

There was a short pause before he responded, his tone lower and more serious.

“Kavya, if someone sees us together at a restaurant, do you know what will happen? You and me sitting across from each other? It’ll be the talk about the town. The media will twist it into whatever they want. I can already see the headlines.”

Kavya froze, his words sinking in. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. She’d seen how quickly public perception could turn into how even a passing photo could become ammunition for gossip.

She nodded slowly, even though he couldn’t see her. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll come.
A pause. “Good,” Vivek replied, his voice softer now. “I’ll be waiting.”

As the call ended, Kavya stared at her phone for a long moment. Something about this dinner felt heavier than usual and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for what was coming.
Kavya wrapped up her duties a little earlier than usual that day. She was quieter than normal, her focus split between her tasks and the conversation that still lingered in her mind, the one with Vivek Sharma. After signing off, she walked out of the station and called out to Bappy, the constable who usually drove her around.

“Bappy, hand me the car keys. I’ll drive myself today,” she said without meeting his eyes.
Bappy blinked, surprised. “Madam… you’ll drive? Alone?”

She nodded. “Yes. I’ve got somewhere to go.”
He hesitated for a moment, confusion flickering across his face. Kavya never drove herself unless it was something personal. Still, he didn’t press her. Years under her command had taught him that when Kavya decided, it was final.

“Yes, madam,” he said, handing over the keys. “Take care on the road.”

She gave him a curt nod and got into the car, starting it with a deep breath. As the vehicle pulled away from the station compound, Bappy stood watching, arms folded, thoughts racing.
“Why did she leave early today? And driving herself? Something’s going on,” he muttered to himself.

But instead of digging deeper, he just shrugged and walked back toward the station building.
“Anyway, if madam’s not around… the whole department breathes easier,” he joked quietly to another constable nearby, who chuckled in agreement.

Kavya reached her villa by 5:40 PM. The sun was still hovering low, casting golden light through the living room curtains as she locked the door behind her. The silence of the villa was a stark contrast to the noise and tension of the station.

Without wasting time, she walked straight to her bedroom, peeling off her security officer uniform piece by piece as she made her way to the bathroom. The cool water of the shower offered a moment of relief not just from the day’s heat, but from the weight in her chest she hadn’t been able to shake since the phone call with Vivek.

Minutes later, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, she stood in front of her open wardrobe. Her eyes scanned the rows of neatly arranged clothes inside the large wooden Bero.

What do you even wear to a dinner that’s not really a dinner…?

After a few moments of thought, her fingers settled on a black saree elegant, timeless, and bold. She pulled it out gently, along with a sleeveless silver blouse that shimmered subtly in the light. It wasn’t too flashy, but it was sharp striking, like her.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a long moment. The towel was still wrapped around her, water droplets trailing down her collarbone.
By the time the clock struck 6:30 PM, Kavya was ready.
She stood at the top of the staircase in her black saree, dbangd flawlessly around her. The sleeveless silver blouse shimmered subtly with each step she took, catching the evening light that filtered through the tall windows. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and a sleek pair of black sunglasses rested lightly on her face. In her hand, she carried a matching black clutch minimalist, sharp, and classy.

As she descended the stairs, the quiet sound of her heels echoed gently through the villa.
Downstairs, Balraj was busy dusting the living room shelves when he looked up and froze mid-motion.
For a second, he was speechless. He had seen Kavya in many moods, many roles as a fierce officer, a commanding voice in uniform. But this version of her poised, elegant, radiant was something entirely different.
Without thinking, the words escaped him.
“Madam… you are looking very beautiful in this dress.”
Kavya paused for a moment, surprised by the rare compliment. Then, she turned her head slightly and gave him a soft, genuine smile, one of those rare smiles that lit up her eyes more than her lips.
“Thank you, Balraj,” she said, her voice calm and kind.
She walked past him and stepped outside, her saree swaying gently with each step. The black car was already waiting in the driveway. She slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting her sunglasses with quiet confidence.
As the engine roared to life, Balraj stood by the doorway, still watching.
“Wherever she’s going,” he thought to himself, “someone’s going to remember tonight.”
kavya drove through the winding roads that led outside the city limits, her eyes occasionally shifting from the road to the skyline as the sun dipped lower. The city noise slowly faded into quiet surroundings, replaced by the rustling of trees and the occasional chirp of evening birds.
After nearly 45 minutes of driving, she turned onto a paved private road flanked by tall hedges. At the end of the drive, a grand villa came into view. The place was serene, almost cinematic surrounded by rows of tall trees, a manicured garden, and a still blue swimming pool glinting in the last rays of light.
Kavya slowed the car near the gate, eyes sweeping over the property. “Impressive,” she murmured to herself, taking in the calm elegance of the place.

Just then, a security guard walked briskly toward her vehicle and knocked gently on the driver-side window. She lowered it halfway, her black sunglasses still in place.
“Madam ji,” the watchman said politely, “please park the car here. Sir is waiting for you inside.”
Kavya gave a nod. “Alright.”

She pulled the car into the designated parking space and stepped out, adjusting her saree slightly and slipping her clutch under her arm. The air was cooler here, and the soft rustle of trees gave the place an almost surreal calm.
For a moment, she stood still, gazing at the villa ahead. Its tall glass doors reflected the garden’s greenery, and warm lights glowed from inside casting the kind of inviting ambiance that made you wonder whether it was hiding deeper beneath the surface.
With a steady breath, Kavya began walking toward the entrance, heels tapping softly against the stone pathway.

Kavya stepped out of the car, her heels softly clicking against the stone-paved path as she made her way toward the villa's entrance. The warm lights spilling from the glass-paneled doorway created a soft glow around her, making the folds of her black saree shimmer subtly.
As she approached the front steps, the large door swung open and there stood Vivek Sharma, walking out to greet her.
“Kavya,” he said with a rare, relaxed smile, extending his hand. “Welcome.”
She accepted the handshake, her fingers firm but graceful. “Nice place,” she replied with a faint smile, her eyes briefly scanning the villa interior behind him.

Vivek couldn’t hide his reaction the moment he laid eyes on her, his usually sharp demeanor softened. The way the black saree flowed around her, the elegant contrast of the sleeveless silver blouse against her skin, she looked like nothing short of stunning.
“You look…” he started, then paused for a beat, “…incredible.”

Kavya raised an eyebrow, her smile faintly teasing. “And you look like you just stepped out of your gym,” she said, eyes flicking to his appearance grey workout shorts, a fitted black tank top clinging to his post-workout frame, and a towel casually slung over his shoulder.
Vivek chuckled. “Guilty. Just wrapped up a quick session before you arrived. Didn’t expect you to be this punctual.”

Kavya gave a small shrug. “Duty trains us to be on time.”

As they exchanged these pleasantries, Vivek’s gaze drifted just for a second to the way her blouse framed her shoulders, the glint of the thin silver strap catching the light. He quickly caught himself and looked away before she could notice, but something in her expression suggested she might have.
“Shall we go in?” he asked, stepping aside and gesturing toward the warmly lit hallway.
Kavya nodded and walked past him into the villa poised, composed, and fully aware of the silent undercurrent between them.
As Kavya stepped into the villa, she was immediately struck by the ambiance. The warm lighting guided her toward the open rooftop terrace and as she reached it, her pace slowed.
The space had been transformed.
A long, elegant table was set under the open sky, adorned with soft-lit lanterns hanging overhead. Small vintage-style hurricanes with flickering candles sat at each end. Above them, the night sky stretched wide and clear stars scattered like diamonds, glimmering with quiet beauty. The soft wind carried a faint hint of jasmine from the garden below.
Kavya stood still for a moment, taking it all in. Her eyes lifted to the night sky, and for once, her usually guarded expression melted into awe. She looked up completely and was still mesmerized by the serene view. The soft lights played on her silver blouse, and the gentle sway of her saree added grace to her stillness.

Behind her, Vivek Sharma watched in silence.
He didn’t say a word, just observed. The way the light touched her collarbone, the curve of her arms exposed by the sleeveless blouse, the silhouette of strength and beauty standing before him. There was admiration in his eyes, but also restraint. Something about this moment felt delicate untouched.

Kavya, sensing his gaze, didn’t turn immediately. She simply said, without breaking her gaze from the sky:
“You really planned all this?”
Vivek took a slow step forward. “I did. I thought… you deserved something more than another closed room and forced conversation.”
She finally turned, her expression unreadable but softened.
“Not bad,” she said. “Didn’t expect this.”
He smiled. “Didn’t expect you to show up in that saree either. You’ve raised the bar.” A moment passed. Not quite flirtation but a subtle, charged quietness between them. Then, with a polite nod, she gestured toward the table. “Shall we?”
Vivek stepped forward and pulled out a chair for her. “Yes,” he said. “Let’s eat before the stars get jealous.”
 
 
 
Kavya took her seat at the beautifully set table, her posture elegant, her eyes quietly scanning the arrangement not missing the details, but not openly reacting to them either. She was calm, collected. Inwardly, she reminded herself why she came: to maintain balance, close a loose end, and leave with clarity.

Vivek Sharma sat across from her, pouring himself a modest glass of whisky. He didn’t push anything toward her yet, but his playful tone returned.
“Mrs. Kavya,” he said with a smirk, holding up his glass slightly, “this drink isn’t mandatory. Think of it as a… diplomatic offering. A small one.”
He laughed lightly at his own joke.
Kavya leaned back in her chair just slightly, lips curling into a polite smile. “You know, I used to be a good drinker back in my college days,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “Could handle more than half the boys in my batch.”
Vivek raised an eyebrow, surprised and intrigued.
“But” she continued, her tone shifting with quiet firmness, “once I entered civil service, I left a lot of things behind. Drinking was one of them. Not because I couldn’t but because I chose not to.”
Kavya reached for the tall glass of juice placed beside her plate, a vibrant orange color, cold and lightly frosted with condensation. She sipped through the straw slowly, her posture still composed, eyes drifting occasionally toward the stars above.
Across the table, Vivek lifted his glass of amber liquor and leaned back slightly in his chair, watching her or rather, watching the way she moved. There was something almost effortless in how she held herself: the gentle curve of her fingers around the glass, the way her lips met the straw, calm and unaffected.
She was lost in thought, unaware of his gaze.
Vivek wasn’t smiling now. He was quiet, studying her with a gaze that wasn’t just admiration, it was curiosity, and maybe something more complicated. He had seen powerful women before, but Kavya wasn’t playing power. She was power, wrapped in grace.

Kavya finally set her glass down and looked toward him. “You’re awfully quiet,” she said, breaking the moment.
Vivek back to his sense and the conversation had shifted to professional matters. Over the next twenty minutes, Kavya and Vivek discussed security protocols for the upcoming election deployment schedules, conflict-prone zones, and media sensitivity. It was the kind of sharp, focused dialogue Kavya was most comfortable in. Detached. Objective.
But the comfort didn’t last long.
Just as she began tasting one of the delicately plated appetizers, Vivek’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and stood up with a brief apology.

“Give me five minutes urgent call from the ministry,” he said, already walking toward the far end of the terrace, phone to his ear.
Kavya nodded absently and reached for a glass of water, her attention returning to the food in front of her.

Then her own phone buzzed.

At first, she ignored it. But when the second buzz followed, a sense of unease gripped her. She picked it up.
A new message. From the same unknown number. Her thumb hovered, then tapped. The video loaded quickly.

It was short, shaky, and unmistakable Rakhul hugging Rekha at a beachside resort. The footage wasn’t blurred or ambiguous. The intimacy, the body language, the secrecy it was clear. And cruel.

Kavya froze. She stared at the screen long after the video ended. Her hand slowly lowered, but the phone remained clenched. A sharp sting pressed behind her eyes, and without meaning to, a tear slipped down her cheek.

She quickly wiped it. Then another came.
By the time Vivek returned, Kavya was still seated, her posture rigid, but her face betrayed her distant, shaken, eyes red.

He slowed as he reached her, sensing something was wrong.
“Kavya?” he asked, tone softer than before. “What happened?”
This time, Kavya couldn’t hold back. The wave crashed over her, all at once.
Tears welled up and began falling, her voice breaking as she said, “My husband… he’s cheating on me. He’s having an affair with someone else. “She unlocked her phone with trembling fingers and showed Vivek the video. The footage played briefly the unmistakable closeness between Rakhul and Rekha on a beachside resort. Intimate. Coldly undeniable.
Vivek took the phone from her gently, watched it, and then handed it back. He didn’t speak right away his silence wasn’t awkward, it was deliberate. Thoughtful.

Seeing her shoulders tense as she tried to wipe her tears away quickly, he stepped closer and placed a hand on her arm and gave a soft pressed, Kavya didn’t react by his touch,
“Kavya…” he said quietly, “I’m so sorry.” She closed her eyes, but the tears still came.
“I gave him everything, Vivek. My time, my support, my trust. I let myself believe that loyalty meant something to him.”

Vivek exhaled through his nose, his voice calm but clear. “Some men... some people they only show who they truly are when they think you won’t notice. But you did. And as much as it hurts now… it’s better than living in a lie.”
Vivek saw this as a chance and gently said, “Hey Kavya, everything that’s happened… maybe it’s for the best. Now, nothing is holding you back. You can do anything you want in life. If you’re unsure…, can I show you something?”

Kavya remained seated, silently crying, her eyes downcast. Without forcing her, Vivek reached out and softly held her hand. He helped her to her feet, then placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She didn’t resist his touch, felt safe, kind.

Without saying much, he slowly guided her up to the second floor. Kavya didn’t speak or protest. Something in his quiet care made her feel comforted, and she followed him willingly.
They reached the second floor and entered a beautiful room surrounded by glass walls. The outside view was stunning lush trees, distant hills, and the soft glow of evening light poured in through the panes. It felt like a world apart, calm and untouched.

Vivek still had his hand gently resting on Kavya’s shoulder. He guided her toward the glass wall and softly said, “Look at that tree out there.”

Kavya lifted her eyes and gazed at a tall, old tree standing alone, swaying gently in the wind. There was something peaceful about it.
Vivek stood just behind her, his presence quiet but close. He didn’t speak further, only stayed there, allowing the silence to hold the moment.
Vivek broke the silence with a soft voice. “Hey Kavya… in my childhood, I used to sleep in that tree. I had nothing back then just dreams and empty hands.”

He paused for a moment, then continued with a gentle smile, “But life… it changes. Today, I’m standing here, in this city, in this moment… with a beautiful woman beside me.”
As he spoke, he slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind. His touch was warm, not rushed. He brushed her hair gently over one shoulder, revealing the other. Then, with quiet care, he placed a tender kiss on her shoulder.
Kavya didn’t pull away. She stood still, her eyes still on the tree, her heart quietly absorbing the moment. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel broken just held.

After a few quiet seconds, Kavya slowly turned around. Her eyes met Vivek’s, searching his face, his expression. They stood like that just looking locked in a silence that spoke more than words could.
Vivek leaned in gently and whispered, “Kavya, tonight… there are no rules. Nothing holding you back.”

Then, softly, he kissed her lips.
At first, it was gentle uncertain but real. Kavya didn’t move at first. But then, as if something inside her finally let go, she wrapped her arms around him. Her response was quiet but full of meaning. She kissed him back, letting herself be in the moment, not running from it.
After holding each other for a while, Vivek slowly met Kavya’s eyes, his gaze soft but intense. With gentle care, he slipped her pallu down, letting it fall gracefully to the floor.
He then bent down slowly, placing both hands lightly on her midriff, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his palms. His eyes traced the curve of her beautiful navel as he whispered, “Hey Kavya, you’re so beautiful.”

Then, with tender reverence, he began kissing her navel, his lips brushing softly against her skin, exploring with gentle affection.
Kavya closed her eyes, her hands slipping into her hair as she leaned her head against the cool glass wall. Vivek’s lips continued their tender exploration of her navel, his gentle and reverent touch.

After a few moments, he slowly unhooked her skirt and carefully slid it down her hips. He paused, mesmerized by the sight before him Kavya in black thong panties, delicate and alluring. Without hesitation, he began kissing along the fabric, tracing gentle, lingering kisses over her.

Kavya started moaning, Vivek was busy kissing her thong panties for some minutes after some minutes he turned her backwards and saw a beautiful Ass bums, it was very hard and big in size, finally he felt some he achieved in his life, Vivek was very happy to see her beautiful bums, His cock started rolling in her shorts, Without wasting time he started kissing and licking her ass bums,

Kavya’s soft moan filled the room with a whisper of desire and hesitation. Without breaking eye contact, he rose slowly, his movements deliberate and confident.
In one smooth motion, he lifted her effortlessly with both hands and gently laid her down on the bed. The world seemed to pause around them; every breath charged with anticipation.
Kavya lay on the bed, dressed only in a sleeveless blouse and delicate thong panties. Vivek Sharma slowly removed his T-shirt and shorts, revealing the toned muscles of his back as he climbed onto the bed beside her. Kavya’s breath caught for a moment, stunned by the raw intensity before her. His dick is 8 inches long, almost twice the length of her husband Rakhul's, and it was pointed at her like a gun,
Suddenly, Vivek moved closer, his body pressing gently against hers. He leaned down and began to kiss her cheeks softly, then traced delicate kisses along her lips. Kavya closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, allowing herself to savor every touch and sensation.

After a few minutes of kissing, Vivek was losing his control, he tried to tear her blouse and see her beautiful mangoes, But kavya stopped him and she slowly unhooked her blouse, Vivek hit her hand and he unhooked very fast, Kavya again closed his eyes and feeling the pleasure, , Then he pulled the blouse and threw it on the floor,

Kavya lay on the bed, wearing only a black bra and matching thong panties. Vivek Sharma looked at her thoughtfully, a quiet admiration in his eyes. “I must be the luckiest man to share this moment with Mrs. Kavya Shetty, IPS
Then, without wasting time, he climbed back onto her body and started squeezing her boobs very hard, Kavya moaned again Aahhhhhhhhhhh''' This time in pain. But Vivek decided not to stop, he again increased the pressure in his palm and squeezed both her mangoes very hard for a few minutes,
After a few minutes of squeezing her mangoes, he unfastened her bra and threw it on the floor. This time Vivek got the beautiful view of her two milky boobs, the nipple is slightly rosy in color, some drops of milk came outside the nipples,

Then Vivek slowly put his mouth to her rosy nipples and started squeezing her breasts and sucking the milk, Kavya again moaned Aahhhh in pain, at the same time Vivek thought in his head, you damn bitch you are screaming in pain? You should have hit many criminals in jail, how they got pain, now you too are feeling the pain and again increased the pressure in his palm,

Kavya was very tired and screamed in pain, then Vivek said, "This time it's a pleasure for you," and he slowly moved his mouth into her thong panties, pulled out the panties and threw them on the floor.

Finally, Vivek Sharma saw her beautiful, delicious pussy of Mrs. Kavya Shetty IPS which is in V shape, and he understood that the hair was trimmed few days ago and it was very neat and clean, inner layer is light brown with pink in color,

Without wasting time, he inserted her tongue into her V-shaped pussy and started drilling, This time Kavya liked the way he did it, She kept moaning slowly Aahhhhhhh, Aaahhhhh, Vivek drilled her pussy with his tongue for almost 30 minutes and brought her to her first orgasm, Kavya ejected the white juice from her pussy, Vivek licked the juice and feels the taste,
Kavya was almost tired and closed her eyes, seeing this Vivek said, "Hey kavya don’t lose your energy, Now is the hunting time and he held his dick in his hand and slowly inserted into her delicious pussy, Even kavya with a child still her pussy was tight, Vivek Sharma said, "Hey kavya I think your husband is not worth having you and pushed his full size dick into her pussy,

Kavya screamed in pain again, Aaahhhhh, Vivek Sharma put his lips on her lips and started moving his hips back and forth, He started slowly and after a few seconds he increased the speed,

Kavya was in high pleasure, Vivek increased the speed and started fucking her like a whore, After 30 minutes of hard fucking, Vivek shouted Ahhhhhh, You fucking slut kavya and discharged the huge amount of sperms in her pussy, Hearing these words of Vivek, Kavya face turns red, But understanding the situation Vivek said sorry kavya, from emotions it had happened and started kissing her lips again,
Kavya suddenly pulled away, her breath uneven. Without saying a word, she slid off the bed and began gathering her clothes. Her silence was louder than any outburst. As she fastened her bra and panties and adjusted her hair, she finally spoke her voice calm, but firm.
"Vivek... I should have stopped this earlier. Something about this doesn't feel right anymore. I need to go."
Vivek, now fully aware of the shift in her tone, stood up from the bed and took a few steps toward her.

"Kavya..." he said softly, uncertain whether to explain, apologize, or ask her to stay.
But she didn’t wait for a response. She looked at him not with anger, but with clarity.
"You’ve always been respectful to the public, and I hope you'll respect this too."
As Kavya moved toward to take the blouse and skirt, Vivek called out behind her, his voice rough and unguarded.
"Kavya, wait... I said I'm sorry."
She paused, she was in her black bra and panties, but didn’t turn around.
"I'm not like your husband," he continued, his words cutting through the silence.
"I’ve never had someone real in my life. No one stood by me because of who I am—not the power, not the name. Just... me."
Kavya turned slightly, watching him from the corner of her eye.

Vivek took a breath and confessed quietly,
"The truth is, most of the women I’ve known... were paid. Call girls. That’s the world I got used to. So, when I said what I said, it wasn’t about you. It came from a broken place. I’ve never known what it’s like to be close to someone who actually matters."

Kavya’s expression softened, but she stayed quiet. The weight of his honesty lingered between them.

Without wasting time and not giving a chance to think, Vivek embraced her again and started hugging and kissing her lips. This time Kavya fell into his trap again, then he slowly carried her over his hands and placed her back on the bed,

Vivek again unhooked her bra and pulled her panties down and made her nude in the bed, He again kissed on her lips and inserted his monstrous dick into her pussy and started fucking her,  

Kavya started moaning again ‘Aaaaahhhh, Vivek was very angry, he increased the speed this time little harder with fury and he continued this round of almost 45 minutes and again the huge amount of sperm ejected in her pussy, Like the way he fucked her for 3 – 4 rounds in her pussy, this time kavya lost all her energy she slowly pulled out her dick from her pussy and pulled him side and rest her pussy side in bed and showed her buttocks and tried to sleep,

The clock on the wall ticked past 12:30 AM. The room was quiet, wrapped in a stillness that only the middle of the night could bring.
Vivek lay beside Kavya, watching her sleep, her breath steady, her body finally at ease. He felt a strange mixture of calm and restlessness, as though part of him was still carrying a storm.
Slowly, carefully, he slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake her. He moved to the nearby table, opened a small drawer, and pulled out a silver pillbox.

Without hesitation, he took one pill, placed it in his mouth, and swallowed it dry.

His eyes lingered on Kavya for a moment and said inside his mind “you fucking slut, this time I am going to hunt your beautiful wide Ass,
Vivek stood quietly at the edge of the room, the soft light from the hallway casting a glow across the floor. He picked up a small bottle of calming coconut oil something and poured a few drops into his hands, rubbing them slowly in to her ass hole

Just then, Kavya stirred in her sleep. Her voice, low and drowsy, murmured,
“Vivek… don’t do anything foolish.”
Vivek looked over at her, a faint smile touching his face and said, “I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re safe here. With me.”

With these words he slowly inserted the tip of his dick into her ass hole, then he slowly rubbed his dick outside her asshole for a few minutes, Kavya was very tense and bit into the pillow, seeing this Vivek kissed her cheeks and pushed his cock inside her ass holes, Kavya was in pain Aaahhhh screamed but she was helpless, Vivek started moving his hips hips back and forth slowly,

After few seconds Vivek increase the speed and fucked her ass very hard, Because of the pill power, he was able to keep the round of almost 1 hour, Kavya was collapsed in bed.
Vivek fucked her arsehole and pussy almost all night without giving her a break,

Time is around 2.00 AM

Vivek stepped out onto the small balcony, lighting a cigarette with a quiet flick of his lighter. The night air was cool, brushing against his skin as he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissolve into the darkness.
From where he stood, he could still see Kavya was naked and asleep on the bed, her bright skin softened in the glow of the dim light. Seeing her again his dick erected very hard,
Vivek quietly stabbed out the cigarette and returned to the room, moving slowly so as not to disturb the calm. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, watching her breathing steadily, though clearly still tired.
He lay down beside her, keeping a respectable distance. After a pause, he gently asked,
“Hey, Kavya… are you okay?”
Kavya stirred slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No... please..." she mumbled, then turned away and drifted back into sleep.
Vivek decided not to disturb her anymore, got out of bed, took his mobile phone and, unbeknownst to her, took a naked picture of her as she lay naked in bed.
After taking photos of her, Vivek climbed back into bed, hugged her and gave her a gentle kiss and slept with her at night,
The soft morning light crept through the edges of the curtains. It was 5:30 AM when Kavya slowly stirred awake. Her head still felt heavy, but her mind was clearer than the night before.
She blinked a few times and realized Vivek was still beside her, his arm gently resting across her waist in his sleep.

Careful not to wake him, she slowly shifted his arm aside and sat up. Her Bra, blouse, Pantis and saree lay on the floor, not torn. She felt a quiet relief at that small detail.
She got dressed quickly, tying her hair up and adjusting her saree.
Behind her, she heard Vivek’s voice, still heavy with sleep:
“Hey… baby… good morning.”
Kavya turned to look at him, her face calm, unreadable.
“Good morning, Mr. Sharma,” she replied.
There was a pause. For a second, the air between them held a mixture of warmth, confusion, and something unspoken.
Vivek stretched and sat up, running a hand through his hair.
“Leaving already?”
Kavya nodded.
“Duty calls. Unlike you, I must serve the law not just charm it.”
She gave a faint, teasing smile. Vivek chuckled, sensing she was pulling back into her professional self.
“Will I see you again?” he asked.

Kavya smiled faintly and said bi to Vivek and left his house. After 45 minutes of driving, she reached her villa. Inside, Balraj was in the kitchen, cooking.

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[Tamilmathi]

Wonderful narration .. back to back updates ...
Story going on fire....

[doctor101]

Wow. Read like an erotic novel with all distinctive characters. Looking forward more updates.

[qazmlp]

Great going with the fast updates n quickly developing story.

[behka]

Badly waiting... One suggestion.. If can make a character same like sapna  in this story....

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[Sumadhan]

As usual fantastic update bro yr):
Try to add some more pics and gifs

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Anoop knows why i did

[Projectmp]

Anoop knows why i did

Can you openly tell the same here? Why you did?

[Naga240]

Story is so nice and erotic, waiting for next update.

[behka]

Anoop knows why i did

doesn't matter who knows, you should not try to destroy other writer's work and get it deleted because you don't like it.

[behka]

Really want to see the competition between Balraj and Kavya and for Balraj to teach Kavya a lesson for her arrogance

[Umavictor32]

doesn't matter who knows, you should not try to destroy other writer's work and get it deleted because you don't like it.

Firstly i am a Christian... But other religion friends will feel bad showing them as weak and mulla as strong... Interfaith is not a wrong concept but if used properly

Also that time you know how situation was in india... Thats y i said so and even admin felt what i said was valid.... 

Now, even though i wont say this is anoop's masterpiece, i would still say story is nice...

If you had gone through his riya and sapna story you would have understood his writting style... Now he didnt match even 1% of it