Fantasy CRUSADE OF KAVYA IN AGARTALA

[Anoop Nair]

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[Anoop Nair]

Chapter- 9
 
Hearing the car sound, he looked out the window and saw Kavya stepping out. She quietly walked into the villa.

Balraj watched her for a moment, concern flickering in his eyes. Where had she been all night? he wondered. And why did her face look so dull, so tired?

Kavya went into her room and quietly locked the door behind her. Without even bothering to change out of her saree, she walked straight into the bathroom.

The cold tiles sent a shiver up her spine, but she didn’t care. She turned on the shower, letting the water crash down over her.
And then, the tears came.

Pressed against the wall, her body trembling, she cried silently at first, then uncontrollably. The sound of the water masked her sobs, but nothing could hide the ache in her chest.
Her mascara ran in dark streaks, mixing with the water as it fell to the floor, her saree clinging heavily to her like the weight she was carrying inside.
She didn’t know how long she stood there minutes, maybe hours. Time didn’t matter.
Only the pain did.

9:00 AM – security officer Station
Kavya’s car rolled into the parking lot of the city station. She stepped out, straightened her uniform, and took a long breath. Her mind wasn’t where it should be.

Her thoughts pulled in two directions:
The confusion and guilt from last night with Vivek Sharma, a moment she didn’t fully understand or plan and now regretted.
The betrayal she feared from Rakhul, the man she had loved deeply, now tangled with another woman Rekha Sharma, whose connection to the unfolding case was more than personal.
By the time she reached her desk, it was already 9:45 AM. Files lay untouched. Reports from junior officers were waiting. But she barely heard them.

At 12:15 PM, her phone buzzed.
Message from Vivek Sharma:
"Hey Kavya… last night was unforgettable. You’re something else."
Her heart sank. She stared at the screen, unmoving. Her hands slowly curled into fists.
She didn’t reply.
Five minutes later, her phone rang.
Vivek Sharma.
She sighed deeply, clenched her jaw, and made a quick decision.
She couldn’t show weakness. She couldn’t lose control.
She answered, calm but cold. “Yes, Mr. Sharma?”
“Come on, Kavya. You’re acting like a stranger now?” His voice was casual, playful, but with an edge the kind of tone that tested boundaries.
She kept her tone professionally. “I’m in office hours, Mr. Sharma. If there’s something official, you can send it through the proper channel.”
He chuckled. “So formal today. Wasn’t so formal last night…”
Kavya didn’t flinch. “Let’s not mix personal and professional. You’re a respected politician. I’m an officer. Let’s keep it that way.”
Silence. Then, he laughed again but this time it was thinner, sharper. “You’re clever, Kavya. I like that. But remember… we both shared something real. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
She didn’t respond. She cut the call. But she knew this wasn’t over.
Vivek Sharma wasn’t the type to step back easily. And now, she had two storms to face: one in her home, and one in the city’s shadows,

A few days passed.

Kavya stood at the large window in her office, watching traffic move below. Her eyes were sharp again, not clouded by guilt or grief anymore. She had decided.
"Enough of emotional chaos. Rakhul. Vivek. The whispers. The distractions. It’s time to return to what I’m here for."

Her mind refocused like a weapon. The elections were just two months away, and pressure was building fast. The Home Secretary had already hinted during an encrypted call: “We need a strategic impact in the city. Something big. Something clean. If Gajendar Singh slips, the party wins.”
Kavya knew what that meant: They needed her to crack open a case big enough to shake public opinion, and Gajendar Singh was the obvious mark.

She opened the special surveillance folder on her encrypted tablet a file titled “OPERATION GS”. Dozens of shadow cases, old missing people, bribery allegations, and illegal land deals. All incomplete. All buried.
But no convictions. “He’s not clean,” she whispered. “He’s just careful.”
She called Inspector Chandan, her most trusted officer.

“Get me every document, every whisper about Gajendar Singh from the last 5 years especially the ones that were never followed up. I want witnesses, dismissed officers, and retracted complaints. Everything.”
Chandan nodded. “And his current allies?”
Kavya replied coldly, “Start with the people who affected by Gajendar Singh,

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter -10


Who is the inspector, Chandan?

Chandan was born in the rural hills of Tripura, in a humble farming family. Growing up with limited means, he worked hard through college and later cracked the state security officer entrance exams. It was a proud day when he got his posting his first salary and helped move his family from their village to a modest rental home in Agartala.

At 31, Chandan had already earned the respect of his peers. Calm under pressure, honest to the core, and driven by duty he quickly rose through the ranks. But life had a surprise for him outside the uniform.

His love story with Shalini (Age- 30), a sharp-witted, confident woman from Kerala, began on Instagram. What started as a casual exchange over photography and nature reels turned into daily chats, video calls, and eventually love.
When their wedding was announced, a few eyebrows were raised. Shalini was not only from a different state, but also had a striking presence graceful, intelligent, and outspoken. Some whispered about her beauty. Other men and his friends questioned how this son of bitch got this beautiful Mallu girl. But those who knew them well saw the truth: they were deeply in sync, both valuing simplicity, loyalty, and mutual respect.

 Shalini came from a modest, middle-class family in Kerala. Her father had spent most of his life working in the Gulf, ensuring his family never lacked the essentials. Thanks to his sacrifices, Shalini completed her education without struggling and had the comfort of waiting to decide her next step.

During that time, she became deeply involved in Instagram especially in posting short reels. It wasn’t fame she was chasing, but expression. She enjoyed the creativity and connection. Among the many followers and casual admirers, one person stood out Chandan.
His messages weren’t just compliments; they carried warmth, wit, and honesty. A few chats turned into regular conversations, and soon, a long-distance bond took root. They found in each other something rare: simplicity and sincerity.

But love wasn’t enough for everyone.
When Shalini told her family about Chandan, resistance came swiftly. Her parents warned her: "He comes from a poor background. He lives in a rented house. He can’t give you the life you’re used to."

But Shalini’s mind was made up. Love, she believed, was worth the risk.
They got married quietly, without grandeur. For a few months, everything seemed fine. But slowly, reality crept in. Money was tight. Bills piled up. Shalini had dreams small ones, but real and they seemed far away now. Her father offered to help, but she refused.
"I made this choice. I’ll live it without leaning back."
Still, there were nights she sat quietly, staring at the ceiling, wondering… Had I made a mistake?
As the pressure of finances grew heavier on Chandan and Shalini, she decided it was time to step up and contribute. Though she had once dreamed of a different kind of life, Shalini was not one to sit idle and complain.
She applied for a position as an accountant and soon secured a job at a reputed private college on the outskirts of Agartala.

Yes, the very same college that Kavya had visited recently for the Sports Day function. The same college with deep political ties and suspicious trust ownership. At the time, neither Kavya nor Shalini knew of each other,
Shalini was proud of earning the accountant position at the college. In her mind, it was proof that, despite their financial troubles, she could stand on her own. She believed her education and sincerity had landed her the job.
But she was wrong. Behind the scenes, every hiring decision in that college passed through the hands of Mr. Gajendar Singh, the man who unofficially controlled the trust that ran the institution. When Shalini’s application came across his desk, he barely glanced at her qualifications. It wasn’t her degree that caught his attention, it was her photo.


Gajendar recognized her instantly. Though he had never followed her Instagram account, he had seen her reels before the charm, the innocence, the camera presence. To him, she wasn’t just another applicant; she was a silent obsession reborn into reality.

He approved her appointment without hesitation. To everyone else, it looked like a routine hire. To Gajendar, it was a calculated move.

Shalini, unaware of the real reason behind her hiring, carried on with her duties focused, diligent, and still hopeful that her hard work would turn things around.

But she was already on a chessboard. And someone had just made their opening move.
Shalini, who followed traditional Kerala customs, preferred wearing sarees to college. Her elegant appearance often stood out, especially as she carried herself with grace and dignity. Gajendar Singh, who visited the college once or twice a month to oversee the accounts, would often meet with her in his private cabin, where she would assist him by clearly explaining financial matters.

On several occasions, Gajendar found himself quietly admiring Shalini’s traditional attire. Her neatly dbangd saree and well-fitted blouse and she used to fix the skirt below her naval subtly caught his attention. However, aware of his professional responsibilities and the environment he was in, Gajendar remained composed. He was careful not to let his thoughts or admiration overstep boundaries, choosing instead to maintain his reputation and wait for a more appropriate moment.
Gajendar Singh didn’t believe in weakness. But ever since Shalini joined the college, he’d found a part of himself losing control. She wasn’t just attractive it was the way she held herself. Graceful. Unshaken. Traditional in appearance but modern in thought. It was maddening to him, how someone so quiet could take up so much space in his mind.

In his sleep, she walked through his thoughts like a shadow. He dreamed of her often dbangd in her usual saree, speaking calmly, eyes meeting him without fear. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even a desire. It was obsession rooted in something darker:

We can go back to the story; Chandan was deeply sincere in his work and held a strong sense of loyalty toward Kavya Shetty. Determined to uncover the truth, he began investigating the situation of the affected people in Agartala. Days passed as he worked tirelessly, chasing leads and speaking with informants.

Finally, his persistence paid off he received a tip-off that a container filled with electronic goods was being transferred to Bangladesh. The container had no proper documentation and was scheduled to be moved onto a ship the following day.

Chandan immediately reported the information to Kavya. She listened carefully, her expression sharp with focus.

“This is sensitive,” she told him in a low voice. “No one can know about this until we act. We must catch that container, no matter what.”
The next day, Kavya used her authority to obtain special access to the port. She discreetly assembled a trusted team officer; she had full confidence in and led the operation herself.

By afternoon, her team intercepted the container just as it was being loaded for shipment. A thorough inspection revealed the truth: there were no valid documents, and the electronic items were being smuggled out of the country illegally.

Kavya stood silently for a moment, staring at the container. The operation had been a success, but she knew this was just the beginning.

A few hours later, a crowd of TV reporters arrived at the port, cameras flashing and microphones ready. They surrounded Kavya, eager for a statement.

“Madam, who is behind this illegal shipment?” one reporter asked, thrusting a mic toward her.
Kavya remained composed, her eyes sharp and unwavering.

“We cannot reveal that right now,” she said firmly. “But I assure you—we will catch the culprit and bring him before the public. No one is above the law.” Her words made headlines within minutes.

Meanwhile, miles away, Gajendar Singh was watching the live news on his phone. His face darkened with fury. Slamming the phone onto the table, he turned to his team. “How did this happen?” he barked. “Who lets this slip? Who gave Kavya this information?”
No one dared to speak.

“I want answers!” he shouted. “Find out who leaked this to her today! I don’t care what it takes. Whoever it is… they’ll pay for this.”
The room went silent as his team scrambled into action, knowing that when Gajendar lost his temper, the consequences were inevitable. Gajendar’s team was in a frenzy, urgently trying to trace the source of the leak. Phones rang constantly, files were pulled out, and questions were thrown around like fire, no one wanted to be the one caught unprepared.
Meanwhile, on the other hand, Kavya was having one of her most fulfilling days. Her phone buzzed with calls and messages from different departments called to congratulate her on the successful operation. Her efforts were finally being recognized.
Amid the flood of messages, one came from Vivek Sharma. “Well done, Kavya! ?”
She smiled and replied politely: “Thank you.”
Moments later, another message popped up from him: “Waiting for the treat ?”
She saw it but didn’t respond.
Whether it was her mood, her priorities, or something she couldn’t quite names, she simply let the message sit there, unanswered.

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter - 11


It was 6:30 in the evening, and Kavya was still riding the high of a successful day. Smiling, she stepped out of the car as Bappy dropped her off at the villa gate.
“Good night, madam,” Bappy said, tipping his head.
“Good night, Bappy,” she replied warmly before walking toward the entrance.
As she approached the front door, she noticed Balraj sitting quietly on the steps, his face unusually downcast.

Seeing her, he stood up and spoke hesitantly, “Madam ji… I have some problems in my family. If you don’t mind, please give me the 3 hours off. I’ve already cooked your dinner.”
Kavya’s voice cut through the villa, sharp and cold. “Mr. Balraj, you’re here for work—not for personal drama. This is your first and last warning. From now on, don’t expect me to approve of any more casual leaves. Understood?”

Balraj stiffened. Her words stung more than he expected, but he held his posture. “Yes, madam,” he said quietly, lowering his eyes to avoid showing what was brewing inside him.
As he turned away, his face tightened. One day, he thought bitterly, she’ll learn what it means to treat people like this. Life has a way of teaching those lessons. If not… maybe I will.

He said nothing, walking away with a silent promise burning in his chest.

Kavya watched him for a moment before unlocking the door. The house was quite quiet after the energy of the day, but she appreciated the peace. She stepped inside, the scent of freshly cooked food greeting her as she closed the door behind her.

Kavya changed out of her uniform and slipped into a pair of high-waisted blue yoga leggings and a matching long-sleeved crop top. The soft fabric hugged her frame comfortably, perfect for unwinding after a long day. She rolled out her yoga mat in the center of her room and began her stretches, letting her mind clear and her breath slow.

The room was quiet except for the calming music playing from her speaker. Time slipped by, and by 7:30 PM, she had finished her session, feeling relaxed and light.

After a few minutes, she sat down to enjoy the dinner Balraj had prepared. The warm flavors comforted her, and she felt grateful for the small piece of the evening. Later, she played with her cat, who lazily stretched and purred in the corner of her bed. It batted at her fingers playfully, unaware of the weight her day had carried.

Suddenly, a car horn broke the calm.
Kavya froze for a second, her hand still resting on the cat’s fur. The sound of a vehicle pulling up echoed from outside, followed by the repeated ringing of the doorbell downstairs.
She glanced at the clock, it was almost 8 PM. Her brow furrowed. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Without a word, she stood up and walked cautiously toward the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough to peek out. It was Vivek Sharma.

He stood at the doorstep, casually dressed in a T-shirt and pants, holding a small bouquet of fresh flowers. His expression was warm, almost too cheerful for the time and situation.
Kavya’s eyes widened in surprise. What is he doing here?” she thought, scolding him silently in her mind. Why now? Why at my house? She instinctively stepped back from the window, her heart beating faster not out of excitement, but discomfort. She didn’t like surprises. Especially not ones like this.

But she knew she couldn’t ignore the bell forever. With a sigh, she straightened her top, brushed her hair back with her fingers, and walked downstairs. A few seconds later, she opened the door with a composed expression, masking the irritation she felt inside.

“Hi, Mr. Vivek Sharma,” she said, her tone polite but unmistakably cool.

Vivek smiled, holding out the flowers. “Congratulations, Kavya. I saw the news. You handled it like a pro. Thought you deserved these.”

She took a second before responding, her eyes flicking from the flowers to his face. “Thank you,” she said, without reaching for them. “But you could’ve just texted, like you did earlier.”
Vivek’s smile faltered ever so slightly, but he tried to recover. “Yeah, I just thought it’d mean more in person. Hope I didn’t come at a bad time.”

Kavya gave a small, tight smile. “Actually… it’s not the best time. But I appreciate the gesture.”
Both stepped into the hall. Kavya walked ahead, her posture composed and calm, while Vivek followed behind, taking in the surroundings and her presence.

He hadn't expected to see her like this. Dressed in a sleek blue yoga outfit, fresh from her evening session, she looked very hot and sexy. Specially her thunder thighs and Ass bums tempted him, the panties and bra which she was wearing is visible outside the outfit,
Seeing this Vivek thought his mind ‘Saalii thu mera mood banaathia..

Vivek was momentarily caught off guard. Kavya sensed the weight of his silence and turned slightly, narrowing her eyes.

“Do you want to sit?” she asked, her voice measured.

“Yeah… sure,” he replied quickly, shaking off his thoughts. He sat on the edge of the couch, still holding the flowers awkwardly.
Kavya remained standing, arms folded. “You came here just to give me flowers and say congratulations?”

Vivek smiled nervously. “That… and maybe see you smile in person. The way you handled that operation today people are talking about it everywhere.”

Her expression softened slightly but remained guarded. “I appreciate that. But next time, maybe ask before showing up at someone’s door uninvited.”
He nodded, sensing the boundary. “Fair enough.”
Kavya crossed her arms and looked at him seriously. “Mr. Vivek, if someone sees you here at my villa at this hour, what do you think they’ll assume? This isn't the right time or the right way to drop by.”
Vivek raised his hands in a half-apologetic gesture. “Hey, Kavya… I’m sorry about that. But you’re my closest friend now. I thought I could stop by… maybe even get a hot cup of coffee,” he added with a playful grin.
Kavya’s irritation flared but she didn’t let it show on her face. With a practiced calm, she turned and said, “Fine.”

Without waiting for a response, she walked toward the kitchen.

Vivek leaned back slightly on the couch, watching her move with quiet admiration. Her yoga outfit, form-fitting and elegant, highlighted her grace with every step. He caught himself staring again at the curve of her ass and thighs, the sway of her walk and quickly looked away, trying not to get carried away by the moment.
In the kitchen, Kavya set the kettle on the stove and took a deep breath. She didn’t like being caught off guard, especially not in her personal space. But for now, she decided to play it civil.
“Sugar?” she called out, her voice steady.
“Two spoons,” Vivek replied cheerfully,
Vivek couldn’t hold back his feelings any longer. Every moment he spent near Kavya only deepened the pull he felt toward her. Without thinking, he got up and quietly stepped into the kitchen.

Leaning casually against the wall, he watched her from behind the way her panties shape is visible outside the pant, when she was rinsed and clean the glass, he got to see her ass bum was jerked slightly, Vivek dick got a huge erection inside his pant,

Kavya sensed his gaze but didn’t turn around immediately. She took a steady breath, reminding herself to stay composed.
“Vivek,” she said softly without looking at him, “you really should sit down. Don’t want you to tire yourself out.”

He smiled gently but didn’t move. “I’m fine here. Just… watching you is enough.”
Saying this he slowly moved behind her very closely and placed his hand on her ass bum and squeezed, Kavya was shocked by his reaction, suddenly she turned and put the coffee glass down in the floor,
Kavya pleased, Hey Vivek, we can’t do this anymore, I am married and have one small child , at that day it was my mistake , please leave me ,

Vivek was not ready to listen to her words, he hugged her tightly and started kissing her lips and squeezing her two beautiful mangos, Kavya tried to stop him for few times, but her attempts were unsuccessful,
Vivek pushed her near the washbasin and forced her to bend over and put her hand there, now she was in the doggy position, the hen pulled his pant and inners down,

Kavya was helpless, before she could react, he tore the leggings off her back and pulled her panties to the side, Kavya pleaded again, "Hey Vivek, please don’t do this to me,

Vivek said his is the pleasure I need from my beautiful Kavya. He spat saliva into his hand and rubbed it on her asshole, then slowly inserted his cock into her hole and started fucking her,

Kavya screamed in pain '' Aaaahhh, but Vivek was not ready to stop, he increased the speed and fucked her ass for almost 1 hour and shot the first round of cum in her hole and leaned on her shoulders and hugged her from behind,
Kavya was in pain, Vivek slowly moved his lips in her ear and asked, Kavya can we go to your bedroom, His cock was still in her asshole,
Kavya didn’t reply, then they both heard the horning bell sound, Kavya understood that it was Balraj, suddenly Kavya pulled Vivek Sharma and ran upstairs, Vivek stood in the kitchen and watched her running upstairs with torn pant and panties,

Vivek Sharma thought, "Saali, that’s enough for today, I will screw your ass again,

Vivek Sharma adjusted his shirt and quietly opened the entrance door.
To his immediate discomfort Balraj was standing just outside, his hand raised, about to ring the bell again. The two men froze for a second, eyes locked.

Balraj’s expression shifted from confusion to quiet shock. His gaze flicked past Vivek Sharma and toward the villa's interior, then back to Vivek’s face.

Vivek Sharma cleared his throat, trying to keep it casual. “Hey Kuthee saala… you’re back early.”
Balraj didn’t respond right away. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. After a pause, he simply said, “Yes saab ji, madam gave me permission, but things got settled faster at home, so I thought I’d return.”
Vivek gave a short nod and stepped aside. “I was just leaving.”
Balraj moved aside to let him pass, but the silence between them was heavy. As the door closed behind Vivek, Balraj stood there for a moment,
Kavya had changed out of her yoga leggings and into something more comfortable a long cotton kurta and lounge pants. She stepped out from the hallway upstairs, walking down casually when she spotted Balraj entering the villa.
“Oh, Balraj,” she said with a light tone, “you came back early.”
Balraj gave a small nod, his face unreadable. “Yes, madam. My commitment was completed earlier than expected.”
Kavya smiled politely, but there was something different in her voice, something slightly off. And Balraj, though quiet by nature, had a sharp sense for unspoken things. He caught the tension in her posture, the way she avoided eye contact for a moment too long.
“Okay, good,” she added, then turned to walk toward the living area, trying to appear normal.
Balraj, saying nothing, slowly made his way to the kitchen. As he stepped inside, he noticed the faint clink of glass under his shoe.
He looked down. A broken glass lay scattered across the floor. Alongside it, a small piece of delicate fabric, light-colored barely tucked beneath the kitchen counter.
His eyes narrowed slightly. He didn’t say a word. He simply stood there for a moment, piecing together more than just the objects in front of him. The silence, the tension, the unexpected guest, the rush to act casual all added up. Something happened here.
The next morning, Kavya woke up feeling unsettled. Her mind was heavy with thoughts she couldn’t shake. I’ve let Vivek Sharma get too close, she thought bitterly. Day by day, he’s taking advantage of my kindness... but I must stop this before it goes too far.
Despite the turmoil inside her, she knew she couldn’t afford distractions not now. She poured herself a cup of tea and sat by the window, staring out but not really seeing anything. Her focus was divided, her mind wrestling between the personal and the professional.
Still, her resolve remained firm. Today, she told herself, she would be all in. She would push forward with the investigation, putting every ounce of energy into the Gajendar Singh case. It was time to bring him down and ensure justice was served—no matter what else was happening in her life.

Though half-minded, Kavya’s determination burned brighter than ever.
Kavya arrived at work, determined to push through the day despite the storm swirling in her mind. She threw herself into her tasks, coordinating with her team and following every lead to tighten the case against Gajender Singh.

Meanwhile, Gajender Singh’s team had uncovered a crucial piece of information the leak had come from Inspector Chandan. Fury ignited within Gajender like wildfire.
“I will make you pay for this, you bloody traitor!” he snarled, slamming his fist on the table. His eyes burned with rage as he plotted his next move to crush anyone standing in his way.

The Next Day

Gajender Singh sat at the head of the table in his private farmhouse, surrounded by his most trusted men. The air was thick with tension. They had just confirmed what he suspected Inspector Chandan was the one who had leaked the container operation to Kavya Shetty.
Several members of the gang were fired up, voices rising with anger and bravado.
“Let’s finish him,” one of them hissed. “He’s a liability now.”
“Not now,” Gajender said coldly. “It’s election season. Every movie is watched. If we make one wrong step, it’ll cost more than just his life it’ll bring heat on all of us.”
The room quieted for a beat. Then someone chuckled from the side. “Fine, let him live for now… but if something did happen to him, I wouldn’t mind taking his beautiful wife. That one’s a prize on her own.”
Laughter rippled through the room. Gajender narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Another man grinned. “Come on, Tiger, don’t act innocent. His wife works in your college. You seriously don’t know her?”
Gajender tilted his head, trying to recall. “Who is she?”
One of the men leaned forward and smirked. “Her name’s Shalini. That elegant Mallu lady… always wearing those tight sarees like a proper headmistress. You’ve noticed her.”
Gajender’s expression didn’t change, but his silence deepened. He was piecing things together now. Shalini. So that’s Chandan’s wife.
He leaned back into his chair slowly, fingers drumming on the table. “Interesting,” he said at last.

The laughter died down. Everyone in the room understood that when Gajender Singh said interesting, it usually meant someone was going to suffer soon.

Gajender leaned forward, a slow grin spreading across his face. “So…” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “we play the real game from now on.”

The room fell silent. He stood up, adjusted his watch, and looked around at the men. “Chandan made his move. Now it’s our turn. But no mistakes. No noise. I want him watched every step, every call, every face he meets.”
One of the gang members nodded. “And his wife?”
Gajender’s grin faded into something colder. “She’s not the target. Yet. But if Chandan crosses another line… everything he loves becomes part of the game.”
He paused, then added, “For now, plant the bait. Let’s see how far he’s willing to go.”
He gave out a few more quiet instructions for their next assignments, something coded, precisely, and then walked toward the exit. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the silent room as the rest of the men looked at each other, their laughter now gone, replaced by the thrill of strategy and revenge.

Outside, Gajender stepped into his car, his expression unreadable. The war had started. But he would fight it like he always did quietly, from the shadows, until the enemy didn’t even know where the final blow came from.

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter – 12


A few days passed.

Kavya, now more composed and focused, had shifted her full attention back to the mission. The container bust had been a major blow to Gajender Singh’s operations, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted the entire network dismantled, and Gajender behind bars.
In her office, she met with Inspector Chandan, outlining a new plan. “We’re going to follow the money trail,” she said firmly. “This time, we’ll freeze their accounts before they even realize what hit them.”
Chandan nodded. “Understood, madam. I’ll start right away.

But at the other end of the city, Gajender Singh was already watching. His team had flagged Chandan’s increased activity. And though the gang members suspected something was brewing, none of them could decide what Gajender himself was plotting.
Because now… he had begun his real game.
This wasn’t just about eliminating a threat. Gajender wanted to break Chandan completely and take what mattered most to him.

He paced slowly through the garden of his private estate, his mind cold and calculating. To destroy a man, he thought, you don’t just touch his body. You poison his peace. You take the one thing he thinks is safe…

He smiled faintly. Shalini.

The name echoed in his thoughts like a promise. But Gajender was too clever to move openly. No threats. No rash decisions. Everything had to look like coincidence. Like fate. Even his own men wouldn't know until it was too late. And by then, it will be over.
It was an ordinary afternoon when the sudden news struck like lightning.

Inspector Chandan, while sitting in his cabin, collapsed to the ground. Paralyzed. Unable to move. His colleagues rushed to his side, panicked and shouted for help. Within minutes, he rushed to the nearest hospital.

The news spread quickly and so did the gossip. By the time Kavya heard, whispers had already begun swirling around the workplace.

“She pushed him too hard…” “All that pressure from the Kavya Madam…” “That’s why he collapsed…”

Though she said nothing, each word landed like a stone in her heart. Guilt flooded her as she remembered their last conversation, his quiet determination, his promise to handle the assignment alone. She wasted no time. Within minutes, she reached the hospital, rushing toward the ICU.
There, just outside the doors, stood Shalini. Her eyes were red with tears, her arms tightly crossed as if holding herself together. The two women met eyes both strong, both wounded.

Before Kavya could speak, the ICU doors opened, and the doctor stepped out. He removed his mask and looked at them grimly. “We’re doing everything we can. Right now, we can’t say anything definitive. His condition is critical. We’ll need at least 24 hours… and several tests.”

Shalini’s breath hitched, and her knees slightly buckled. Kavya stepped forward and gently held her arm.

“We’ll wait,” she said quietly, though her own voice trembled. “He’s strong. He’ll pull through.” But in her heart, fear and guilt churned like a storm and behind them both, in the shadows,

Kavya sat beside Shalini in the quiet waiting area outside the ICU. Hours had passed, but neither of them moved. Shalini’s eyes were fixed on the floor, tears dried on her cheeks, while Kavya’s mind ran in a loop questions, regrets, and the growing dread that this wasn’t just coincidence.

Then, a young doctor stepped out holding a file. “Family members, please come with me,” he said.
Both women immediately stood. Shalini adjusted her saree nervously, and Kavya, still in her crisp security officer uniform, followed quickly behind. They entered the doctor’s cabin and sat down across from him.
The doctor removed his mask, glanced at the report, and took a deep breath.

“He’s stable now,” he began, “but his condition is serious. The paralysis… it’s not due to injury or stroke. His nervous system is not responding as expected. The veins are intact, but something has affected his motor response.”

Shalini’s face went pale. “What does that mean, doctor? Will he walk again?”

The doctor shook his head slowly. “Right now, we can’t say. He’s conscious, but he can’t move. We’ve already forwarded the reports to a higher medical board for deeper investigation. It could be toxins… or something neurological. We need time.”
Kavya leaned forward. “Toxins? Are you saying this might not be natural?”

The doctor gave a careful nod. “We’re not ruling anything out. But yes… the symptoms don’t align with natural causes.”

Shalini’s eyes welled up again. “Please… do whatever it takes.” “We will,” the doctor assured. “But the next 48 hours will be critical.”

Kavya exchanged a glance with Shalini. The guilt in her chest was now joined by suspicion. Something wasn’t right. And if this wasn’t natural… then someone had done this. Someone who wanted Inspector Chandan out of the way.

Inside the doctor’s cabin, the air was heavy with worry. Kavya placed a gentle hand on Shalini’s shoulder. Her voice was steady, but soft. “Shalini, don’t lose hope. Chandan is strong, he’ll come back from this. I promise.”

Shalini looked at her through tear-filled eyes, then slowly nodded. “I’ll wait… I’ll wait no matter how long it takes.”

Kavya managed a faint smile and said, “Go take some rest. I’ll stay back and speak to the doctor.” With hesitation, Shalini stepped out, wiping her eyes.
Once they were alone, Kavya turned back to the doctor. Her tone changed—now firm, controlled. “Doctor… earlier, you mentioned the possibility of toxins. Are you saying someone poisoned him?”
The doctor shook his head carefully. “No, I didn’t say that definitively. We don’t have conclusive evidence yet.”

“Then what are you suggesting?” she asked.
“It could be neurological perhaps a rare condition, or something that affected the spinal cord,” he explained. “But yes, we are considering toxins as a possibility too. Even something as simple as an insect or snake bite that went unnoticed.”

Kavya’s eyes narrowed. “You’re saying this could’ve been an accident… or intentional.”

“We’re not ruling anything out,” the doctor replied calmly. “The specialist reports should clarify more in 48 to 72 hours. Until then, please prepare the family for uncertainty.”
Kavya nodded, her mind already spinning. Chandan was working on a sensitive case. And now, suddenly, he’s paralyzed…
She stepped out of the room, her face unreadable. But deep inside, her instincts had shifted from guilt to suspicion.
After speaking with the doctor, Kavya stepped out of the cabin. She saw Shalini sitting alone on the bench, her eyes filled with worry.
Kavya sat beside her and gently said, “Shalini, the doctors are doing everything they can. This may take time, but Chandan is strong. You must stay strong too for him.” Shalini nodded silently, wiping away her tears. Kavya gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder and stood up.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” she said. “Call me if you need anything.”
As she walked away from the hospital, Kavya’s mind was heavy. The weight of responsibility, guilt, and now suspicion pressed on her shoulders. That night, she sat by the window of her villa, the lights dim, her thoughts circling endlessly around Chandan’s condition.
At 10 PM, her phone rang. Vivek Sharma.
Her jaw clenched. Anger surged through her as she stared at the screen. After a long second, she picked up.
“Hello?” Her voice was sharp, cold.
There was a pause, then Vivek’s voice came through too casually for her mood. “Kavya, I saw the news about Inspector Chandan. Just wanted to check on you. You, okay?”
Kavya didn’t respond immediately. Her tone remained firm. “Do you think this is the right time to call?”
Vivek hesitated, caught off guard. “I was just concerned. You seemed disturbed last time. I thought maybe”
She cut him off. “Vivek, listen carefully. I don’t have time to talk with you now. One of my best officers is in the ICU, possibly attacked. I need clarity, not confusion.”
There was silence on the line.
“I understand,” he finally said, voice quieter. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”
“You did,” she replied flatly, then ended the call.
She placed the phone on the table and leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. Her instincts were screaming louder than ever. This wasn’t over. Tomorrow, she will dig deeper. Quietly. Relentlessly. Whoever tried to break Chandan was going to regret it.

At the other end, after cutting the call Vivek Sharma shouted at him, scolding her in bad words “” Randi Saaali ,,,, You are showing your anger to me, I will pay this for you “”
 

[Projectmp]

Amazing updates and super build up

[rkamini006]

Chapter – 12


A few days passed.

Kavya, now more composed and focused, had shifted her full attention back to the mission. The container bust had been a major blow to Gajender Singh’s operations, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted the entire network dismantled, and Gajender behind bars.
In her office, she met with Inspector Chandan, outlining a new plan. “We’re going to follow the money trail,” she said firmly. “This time, we’ll freeze their accounts before they even realize what hit them.”
Chandan nodded. “Understood, madam. I’ll start right away.

But at the other end of the city, Gajender Singh was already watching. His team had flagged Chandan’s increased activity. And though the gang members suspected something was brewing, none of them could decide what Gajender himself was plotting.
Because now… he had begun his real game.
This wasn’t just about eliminating a threat. Gajender wanted to break Chandan completely and take what mattered most to him.

He paced slowly through the garden of his private estate, his mind cold and calculating. To destroy a man, he thought, you don’t just touch his body. You poison his peace. You take the one thing he thinks is safe…

He smiled faintly. Shalini.

The name echoed in his thoughts like a promise. But Gajender was too clever to move openly. No threats. No rash decisions. Everything had to look like coincidence. Like fate. Even his own men wouldn't know until it was too late. And by then, it will be over.
It was an ordinary afternoon when the sudden news struck like lightning.

Inspector Chandan, while sitting in his cabin, collapsed to the ground. Paralyzed. Unable to move. His colleagues rushed to his side, panicked and shouted for help. Within minutes, he rushed to the nearest hospital.

The news spread quickly and so did the gossip. By the time Kavya heard, whispers had already begun swirling around the workplace.

“She pushed him too hard…” “All that pressure from the Kavya Madam…” “That’s why he collapsed…”

Though she said nothing, each word landed like a stone in her heart. Guilt flooded her as she remembered their last conversation, his quiet determination, his promise to handle the assignment alone. She wasted no time. Within minutes, she reached the hospital, rushing toward the ICU.
There, just outside the doors, stood Shalini. Her eyes were red with tears, her arms tightly crossed as if holding herself together. The two women met eyes both strong, both wounded.

Before Kavya could speak, the ICU doors opened, and the doctor stepped out. He removed his mask and looked at them grimly. “We’re doing everything we can. Right now, we can’t say anything definitive. His condition is critical. We’ll need at least 24 hours… and several tests.”

Shalini’s breath hitched, and her knees slightly buckled. Kavya stepped forward and gently held her arm.

“We’ll wait,” she said quietly, though her own voice trembled. “He’s strong. He’ll pull through.” But in her heart, fear and guilt churned like a storm and behind them both, in the shadows,

Kavya sat beside Shalini in the quiet waiting area outside the ICU. Hours had passed, but neither of them moved. Shalini’s eyes were fixed on the floor, tears dried on her cheeks, while Kavya’s mind ran in a loop questions, regrets, and the growing dread that this wasn’t just coincidence.

Then, a young doctor stepped out holding a file. “Family members, please come with me,” he said.
Both women immediately stood. Shalini adjusted her saree nervously, and Kavya, still in her crisp security officer uniform, followed quickly behind. They entered the doctor’s cabin and sat down across from him.
The doctor removed his mask, glanced at the report, and took a deep breath.

“He’s stable now,” he began, “but his condition is serious. The paralysis… it’s not due to injury or stroke. His nervous system is not responding as expected. The veins are intact, but something has affected his motor response.”

Shalini’s face went pale. “What does that mean, doctor? Will he walk again?”

The doctor shook his head slowly. “Right now, we can’t say. He’s conscious, but he can’t move. We’ve already forwarded the reports to a higher medical board for deeper investigation. It could be toxins… or something neurological. We need time.”
Kavya leaned forward. “Toxins? Are you saying this might not be natural?”

The doctor gave a careful nod. “We’re not ruling anything out. But yes… the symptoms don’t align with natural causes.”

Shalini’s eyes welled up again. “Please… do whatever it takes.” “We will,” the doctor assured. “But the next 48 hours will be critical.”

Kavya exchanged a glance with Shalini. The guilt in her chest was now joined by suspicion. Something wasn’t right. And if this wasn’t natural… then someone had done this. Someone who wanted Inspector Chandan out of the way.

Inside the doctor’s cabin, the air was heavy with worry. Kavya placed a gentle hand on Shalini’s shoulder. Her voice was steady, but soft. “Shalini, don’t lose hope. Chandan is strong, he’ll come back from this. I promise.”

Shalini looked at her through tear-filled eyes, then slowly nodded. “I’ll wait… I’ll wait no matter how long it takes.”

Kavya managed a faint smile and said, “Go take some rest. I’ll stay back and speak to the doctor.” With hesitation, Shalini stepped out, wiping her eyes.
Once they were alone, Kavya turned back to the doctor. Her tone changed—now firm, controlled. “Doctor… earlier, you mentioned the possibility of toxins. Are you saying someone poisoned him?”
The doctor shook his head carefully. “No, I didn’t say that definitively. We don’t have conclusive evidence yet.”

“Then what are you suggesting?” she asked.
“It could be neurological perhaps a rare condition, or something that affected the spinal cord,” he explained. “But yes, we are considering toxins as a possibility too. Even something as simple as an insect or snake bite that went unnoticed.”

Kavya’s eyes narrowed. “You’re saying this could’ve been an accident… or intentional.”

“We’re not ruling anything out,” the doctor replied calmly. “The specialist reports should clarify more in 48 to 72 hours. Until then, please prepare the family for uncertainty.”
Kavya nodded, her mind already spinning. Chandan was working on a sensitive case. And now, suddenly, he’s paralyzed…
She stepped out of the room, her face unreadable. But deep inside, her instincts had shifted from guilt to suspicion.
After speaking with the doctor, Kavya stepped out of the cabin. She saw Shalini sitting alone on the bench, her eyes filled with worry.
Kavya sat beside her and gently said, “Shalini, the doctors are doing everything they can. This may take time, but Chandan is strong. You must stay strong too for him.” Shalini nodded silently, wiping away her tears. Kavya gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder and stood up.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” she said. “Call me if you need anything.”
As she walked away from the hospital, Kavya’s mind was heavy. The weight of responsibility, guilt, and now suspicion pressed on her shoulders. That night, she sat by the window of her villa, the lights dim, her thoughts circling endlessly around Chandan’s condition.
At 10 PM, her phone rang. Vivek Sharma.
Her jaw clenched. Anger surged through her as she stared at the screen. After a long second, she picked up.
“Hello?” Her voice was sharp, cold.
There was a pause, then Vivek’s voice came through too casually for her mood. “Kavya, I saw the news about Inspector Chandan. Just wanted to check on you. You, okay?”
Kavya didn’t respond immediately. Her tone remained firm. “Do you think this is the right time to call?”
Vivek hesitated, caught off guard. “I was just concerned. You seemed disturbed last time. I thought maybe”
She cut him off. “Vivek, listen carefully. I don’t have time to talk with you now. One of my best officers is in the ICU, possibly attacked. I need clarity, not confusion.”
There was silence on the line.
“I understand,” he finally said, voice quieter. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”
“You did,” she replied flatly, then ended the call.
She placed the phone on the table and leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. Her instincts were screaming louder than ever. This wasn’t over. Tomorrow, she will dig deeper. Quietly. Relentlessly. Whoever tried to break Chandan was going to regret it.

At the other end, after cutting the call Vivek Sharma shouted at him, scolding her in bad words “” Randi Saaali ,,,, You are showing your anger to me, I will pay this for you “”
 

nice story pls update more

[behka]

Amazing build up. Kavya is very arrogant and dominating lady

[Yuva16]

When will be upcoming updates

[Projectmp]

Eagerly waiting for next update

[xboard1986]

Post next part plzzz

[Herbiee]

Woow. What a story u hav started BrO. I’m reading. . .
Please continue the story updates and keep on this same quality of scenes. Kavya is an unique character. This story will be unique. Keep go please. 

[Albinopukki]

Waiting for Balraj's turn

[Vinty03]

Whn we should expect the next update?

[Herbiee]

Wow. Amazing updates. This story is like a movie script. Scenes are more erotic. Thank you for this story BrO.
Vivek Sharma was the first to taste her. He is the luckiest person. Looking forward to who the next lucky ones are in upcoming updates.

But the part that doesn't fit with this story is that the Kavya-Vivek relationship started unexpectedly. According to the character described, She is an aimful woman. It can be seen from her college life. Nothing can distract her from her goals. In her professional life, she is very intelligent and strict. In her personal life, she is a loyal wife and a loving mother. She is happy and content with life. I thought the person who wants a woman like Kavya need a perfect plan, time and situation to make her bad. But Vivek got her easily like a piece of cake. 
Is she not satisfied with her normal sex life? 
Is she a woman who wants more sexual experience? 
Or has she decided to take revenge on her cheating husband? 
I hope the author to provide a detailed explanation about this with upcoming updates. Please update soon.

[Herbiee]

SCENES WERE HOOOOOOOOOOOT.!!