Fantasy CRUSADE OF KAVYA IN AGARTALA

[Albinopukki]

Vivek easily manipulates her?... I thought Balraj did it.. I think with the help of Balraj, she has overcome the situation that arose because of Vivek.. Update as early as possible

[nostonari]

What should I say? Awesome narrative about everything, and mindblowing plot. Keep blust

[fantasywriter]

I am a fan of female cop-based stories. I don’t know why, but there are very few stories in this genre available on Indian erotica platforms. So, thank you for writing this one.

The story’s title and Kavya’s current persona don’t fully match. A crusader should be someone who goes to any extent to win the battle. But here, Kavya is overpowered by Vivek and ends up surrendering to him, almost as a prey, in her own home—an act that borders on being bangd.

Kavya must become more strategic—cunning enough to lead her team effectively: winning some over through strict action, others with polite words and respect, and, where needed, using flirtation or seduction. She is supposed to be a crusader, not just a victim.

Chandan is in the hospital. This should make Kavya more alert—she should worry that someone might now target her residence. She should show concern for Balraj too and ensure safety measures like fixing the broken door in his room. She's already aware of Balraj’s true intentions, having seen him fantasize about her through that very door. Instead of just dismissing him, she could use soft words to manipulate him—maybe even apologize for her past rude behavior and make him believe that he might have a chance. Both Kavya and Balraj can have their own plans: Balraj wants pleasure, while Kavya needs information. After learning of her husband’s betrayal and her encounter with Vivek, she no longer seems to have any reservation about using adultery for her mission—or even for her own pleasure.

Bappy and Gajraj have their plans too. A battle has started. Everyone is trying to win, each with their own resources.

Kavya’s night with Vivek and Chandan’s hospitalization should change her completely. She might initially feel guilty—due to her husband’s betrayal and what happened with Vivek—but now, she must go beyond that. She should start taking her own pleasure on her own terms, as a woman in charge.

You are clearly putting a lot of thought into this story, and it shows. As a reader, I truly appreciate your imagination, the complexity of your characters, and the steady flow of the narrative. Building a world like this—where every character has their own motive and angle—is not easy, and you’ve done it with skill.

While I’m sharing my thoughts and expectations as a reader, I also want to thank you for creating a story that stands out in its genre. I especially admire how you're blending eroticism with suspense and emotional layers. That said, since this is erotica, I would personally love to see the intimate scenes written with a little more depth and detail. Describing the mindset of both partners, the atmosphere, and the emotional tension can really enhance the erotic impact. A bit more graphic detail—done tastefully—would help bring those moments fully to life and make the scenes more immersive and intense.

I may not be a regular reader, but this story has definitely caught my attention, and I’ll be returning to follow Kavya’s journey as it unfolds.

[Anoop Nair]

Update : Today @ 11:59 PM

[Albinopukki]

Waiting for the big update

[Anoop Nair]

Update – 13
 
The next morning, Kavya woke up early, her mind still clouded with worry. She skipped breakfast, took a quick shower, and dressed in her crisp security officer uniform. She didn’t want to waste a moment. Without a second thought, she drove straight to the hospital.

By the time she reached, the corridors were already starting to fill. She walked with purpose toward the ICU, where Inspector Chandan had been kept under observation since his collapse.

She found the doctor near the nurse’s station and approached him immediately.
“Doctor,” she said, “Any update on his condition?” The doctor looked up from his clipboard and nodded. “Yes, madam. His vitals have stabilized. He’s out of immediate danger… but he’s still in a coma. There’s no neurological activity strong enough to wake him up yet.”
Kavya’s face tense. “Will he recover?”
The doctor gave a cautious shrug. “We can discharge him by next week if the family wants to continue treatment at home or in another care facility. But I won’t give any false hope. Right now, we can’t say whether or if he’ll regain consciousness. It could take weeks… or months.”
Kavya stood silently for a moment, absorbing the weight of the uncertainty.
She turned and saw Chandan’s parents sitting quietly on a bench nearby, looking tired and worried. She approached to greet them gently, offering quiet strength with a simple nod. They gave her a respectful, grateful smile.

That’s when she overheard a nurse quietly mentioning that Shalini had gone to meet some of her friends to try and arrange money for Chandan’s treatment.
Kavya froze. A wave of guilt hit her. The very officer who stood by her through thick and thin, the one who risked everything to help her expose corruption, now lay in a hospital bed, while his wife scrambled to gather funds.
She turned without saying a word and walked straight to the billing counter.
“I’d like to make a payment toward Inspector Chandan’s medical expenses,” she said.
“Are you a relative?” the billing clerk asked.
“No. I’m responsible,” she replied firmly.
She paid a significant portion of the pending amount, without revealing it to the family.

As she walked back through the hospital corridor, her eyes were sharp and focused. This wasn’t just duty anymore. It was personal.
And whoever brought Chandan to this point would answer it.
As Kavya stepped out of the hospital, the morning sun felt harsh against her face. Her mind was weighed down by emotion, but she forced herself to stay composed. She had just reached for her car when her phone rang again.

Private Number – HQ She exhaled and answered. “Hello, Kavya Shetty speaking.”
Her superior’s voice came through, stern and direct. “Kavya, what the hell is going on over there?” Kavya straightened her posture instinctively. “Sir?”
“We’re getting heavy pressure from political circles about the harbor case. Media is stirring up noise, opposition parties are fishing in chaos, and people are pointing fingers upward. We need results.”
“I understand, sir. We’ve identified connections, but we’re working to confirm who’s behind”
“We don’t want vague lines and assumptions, Kavya!” he cut in sharply. “We need solid evidence. If Gajender Singh is the one behind this, we need proof strong enough to hold in court.”

Kavya clenched her jaw, silently absorbing the blow.
“You’ve gotten days,” he continued. “If you don’t bring something concrete by then… we’ll have to shut this operation down. And you know what that means.”
Kavya closed her eyes. “Yes, sir.”
The line went dead.

She lowered her phone slowly and stood still by the car, the city noise fading in her ears. The walls were closing in from politics, from betrayal, from the weight of responsibility. She looked back at the hospital, where Chandan lay unconscious, and at the sky, where vultures circled silently. This was no longer a routine case. It was a war.

Ten days?
To uncover the truth. To bring down Gajender Singh. And to protect everyone who still believed in her.
Kavya started the engine. Her expression was calm, but her eyes burned with resolve. “Game on.”
Kavya’s head throbbed with a dull ache as she gripped the steering wheel. The weight of the last 24 hours Chandan’s condition, the hospital, the pressure from her superiors had settled heavily on her shoulders.
She made a quick decision. “No more today,” she whispered to herself. “I need to breathe.”
Turning away from the city’s chaos, she drove straight back to her villa, her mind clouded with fatigue and quiet frustration.

As she parked and stepped out of the car, Balraj looked up from the small garden he was tending to. One glance at her face was enough. Her eyes were tired, her movements slower, and she didn’t even acknowledge his presence—something she always did, even on her worst days.

Balraj watched silently, sensing something had gone terribly wrong.
Kavya walked straight through the front door and climbed the stairs to her room without a word. Once inside, she shut the door gently behind her and let out a long, strained breath.
She unbuttoned her uniform shirt and slipped it off, dropping it carelessly over the armrest of a chair. Dressed in her undershirt, she collapsed onto the sofa, letting her head fall back.
Silence filled the room thick and still.

She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her temples. The tension in her body refused to fade. Everything felt like it was falling apart.
But for now, she didn’t want to think about the case. Not about Gajender. Not about her husband. Not about politics. She just needed one moment… to feel human.

Downstairs, Balraj hesitated near the stairs, listening to the faint movements above. Something was wrong. Very wrong. And he had a feeling this was just the beginning.
Time: 10:00 AM
Kavya was still seated in her upstairs room, nursing her headache and lost in thought, when her phone rang again.
Caller: Vivek Sharma
Her jaw clenched the moment she saw the name. She stared at the screen for a second before answering sharply.
“Hello?”
Vivek’s voice came through, casual and carefree. “Hey Kavya… thought I’d check in. You free tonight? We could meet, relax a bit, maybe even have a little fun”
He chuckled softly; his tone laced with overfamiliarity. That was it.

Kavya’s eyes flared with anger. Her voice, though low, carried a storm. “Look here, Mr. Vivek Sharma,” she said with chilling calm, “I’m not your wife. I’m not your friend. And you have no right to speak to me that way.”
There was silence on the other end, but she didn’t stop. “I am an IPS officer, and you will treat me with the respect that comes with it. Don’t ever call me again with your nonsense. I know very well you’re the one pressuring my higher officials behind the scenes on this harbor case. Whatever happened between us that night was a mistaken accident, and I took full responsibility for letting my guard down. But don’t think for a second that you can use it against me.”
Her voice dropped even lower deadly calm. “You try that, and I promise, Vivek… you’ll regret it.”
She ended the call.

For a moment, there was silence in the room. Kavya stared at the phone in her hand, her fingers trembling not with fear, but with rage.

Behind her door, unseen by her, Balraj had been quietly passing by when he heard everything.
He froze. His expression twisted slightly—not with sympathy, but with smug curiosity.
“So, this is what’s going on?” he thought, a small, amused smile creeping across his face. “That night… you and Vivek Sharma? IPS officer or not, madam… even you have your weaknesses.” He walked away silently, his thoughts already spinning.

Time: 10:10 AM
Balraj walked silently down the stairs, a strange expression lingering on his face. He headed straight to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out a few vegetables. His hands moved mechanically, washing, peeling, cutting but his mind was elsewhere.
His thoughts swirled with what he had just overheard upstairs.
“So, Vivek Sharma… and Madam IPS…” He smirked to himself, slicing through a tomato with precision.
“Ballu, this is your chance,” he muttered quietly, just under his breath, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and calculation. “This is the moment you’ve been waiting for.”
The chopping grew more rhythmic.
She walks like a lioness, talks like a queen… but even queens fall when someone knows their secrets. This time, I won't just be her shadow in the house. This time, she'll know who Balraj really is.
He didn’t know exactly how he would use what he’d heard yet, but a seed had been planted. And Balraj, with his quiet presence and loyal servant mask, had learned the most dangerous skill of all,

About an hour later, Kavya came downstairs, having changed into a fitted T-shirt and dark leggings. Her hair was loosely tied, and she looked more relaxed but still carried the weight of the morning in her eyes.
She walked to the dining area and sat down, flipping through her phone briefly.

“Hey Balraj, I’m hungry. Please bring the food,” she called out.

From the kitchen, Balraj’s voice responded promptly, “Coming, madam.”

Moments later, he appeared with a tray of warm food steamed rice, dal, and a bowl of fresh vegetable soup. He set it all down carefully in front of her.
Kavya, visibly tired, didn’t speak. She simply started eating, slowly and quietly. Balraj didn’t leave right away. He stood a few feet from her, pretending to tidy the counter, but his eyes occasionally flicked toward her.

He watched the way she drank the soup, her lips gently pressing to the spoon completely unaware of the gaze behind her.

But his expression didn’t show desire, it was calculating and full of lust on her

“You look calm now, madam,” he thought. “But I know the storm that’s coming. And I’m going to be right in the middle of it.”

He quickly looked away as Kavya placed the spoon down and glanced up at him briefly. She didn’t say anything, just gave a quick, polite nod, still lost in her own world.

Balraj smiled slightly, bowed his head, and stepped back into the kitchen. In his mind, he had just taken one more step in a game only he knew was being played.

Balraj returned to the dining room after a few minutes, wiping his hands with a towel. He lingered near the table, watching Kavya as she slowly finished her meal.
There was a pause before he spoke. “Madam ji,” he said cautiously, “you look very upset today. Is everything alright?”

Kavya didn’t respond. Balraj took a step forward, speaking more boldly now.
“Handling criminals in Agartala… it’s not an easy job. You need more than just intelligence. You need power, madam. Both mental and physical.”
Kavya’s eyes snapped up, her glare cutting through him like a blade.

“Watch your words, Balraj,” she warned coldly.
But he continued, now walking a thin line between concern and provocation.
“Madam ji… people like you come into this post with top ranks and merit marks, no doubt. But the field is different. It’s ruthless. You need stability. Strength.”
That was enough.
Kavya stood up, her chair scbanging sharply against the floor.
Her voice was filled with fire:
“You third-rate, disgusting man how dare you speak to me like that? Mind your place!”
Balraj raised his hands immediately, backing away. “No, no, Madam ji, please… I didn’t mean disrespect. I only want to protect you.”
She said nothing, her chest rising and falling with fury.
Balraj took a deep breath, then dropped the real reason for his return.
“Yesterday, when I went to the market… Mr. Gajender Singh called me to his office. He gave me a brand-new smartphone and some money.”
Kavya’s expression turned cold. Sharp. “He asked me to keep an eye on you. To report everything. He said if I refused, he’d make my life hell.”
Kavya stared at him, stone-faced. Balraj slowly pulled out the phone and placed it on the table. “I took it… but I didn’t use it. Not once. You can check. Madam, I’m on your side.”
There was a long pause. Kavya finally spoke, her voice low and deadly calm.
“If you ever speak out of line again, Balraj, I’ll make sure you’re the one inside a jail cell.”
He nodded quickly, almost shaking. “And from now on,” she added, picking up the phone, “if Gajender Singh tries to contact you again, you play along. But only under my instruction. Understood?”
“Yes, madam,” he said. Kavya turned and walked away, her eyes focused now not on the anger, but on opportunity.
Balraj thought to himself, “Saali... I stood against Gajender Singh and supported you, and still, you treat me like a dog. You’ll pay for your stubbornness.”
Balraj said, “Madam ji, you know how it is here everything runs on money. If someone else had been in my place, they would’ve taken money from Gajender Singh and passed all the information to him. But I’m not that kind of man. You’re like my granddaughter.”

Hearing this, Kavya felt a twinge of guilt.
(Balraj had begun playing his game carefully acting like the loyal and honest one. But Kavya hadn’t forgotten what she saw that night in the room… him doing something suspicious using her name.)
Kavya thought to herself, “Was he right? If he cared more about money than me, he could have easily accepted Gajender Singh’s offer… but he didn’t.”
Finally, Kavya exhaled slowly, pushing back the storm rising inside her. She turned toward Balraj, her voice surprisingly calm. “Hey, Balraj…” she said, eyes steady, “I’m sorry if I was harsh earlier. I’ve been dealing with it a lot. Work pressure, political heat, and… personal stuff. It’s all been piling up.”
Balraj stood quietly, watching her expression soft, humble.

She gave a small, tiring smile. “Still,” she added, tilting her head slightly, “don’t tell me you see me like your granddaughter…”

She leaned in just a little, eyes narrowing with a glint of knowing mischief. “…I can smell your breath.”
The smile on her face didn’t fade but neither did the quiet warning behind her words.
Balraj’s smile twitched. For a moment, his mask almost slipped. “Oh… sorry, madam ji, I didn’t mean…” he stammered.

But Kavya was already walking past him, the tone of her voice shifting once again cool, controlled, and distant.

“Next time, brush before playing grandfather,” she said without looking back.
Balraj stood frozen for a moment, Kavya’s words echoing in his mind. “I can smell your breath.”
She hadn’t shouted. She hadn’t accused him of anything outright. But the way she looked at him calmly, sharp, amused, unsettled him deeply. As she disappeared into the hallway, Balraj’s thoughts began to race.
“Wait… what did she mean by that? Was she just joking?” he wondered.
“Or… did she actually see me that night?”
A cold sweat formed on his neck. He clenched his jaw, silently cursing himself.
“That light was off… was it? Or maybe… maybe she noticed something? Maybe she heard my voice?”
His face darkened. “No. No one saw. She’s bluffing. She must be. Right?”
But the unease in his chest grew heavier. Kavya’s composure wasn’t just strength, it was strategy. She didn’t reveal everything she knew. She tested him.
Kavya said, “Hey Balraj, what are you thinking? I was just joking.” She didn’t want to ask the question on her mind, so she quickly changed the subject.
Hearing this, Balraj felt a little relieved. Then, with a sly smile, he said, “Madam ji, are you playing a tricky security officer game with me?”
He paused, then added teasingly, “And you know, your commitment to me is still pending. You agreed to the competition, remember?”
Kavya said “Hmm
Balraj stood a few feet away, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Madam ji, look at me sixty years old, and still ready for a challenge. But you... you’re still thinking about it?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “This says something, doesn’t it? Maybe you're not as tough as you pretend to be. Maybe… just a little weak?”
He said it playfully, but the aim was sharp. A carefully thrown dart at her pride.
Kavya turned sharply, her eyes blazing. “Balraj, enough.”
She stepped closer, her voice firm and unwavering. “Fix the time. Fix the place. I’m ready for your so-called competition.”
Her pride wouldn’t let her back down now. Balraj’s eyes lit up, though he kept his face composed.
Inside, he was almost grinning. “Yes,” he thought. “Just where I want her. The trap is set… and she walked right into it herself.”
Balraj, still playing the role of the humble old man, suddenly softened his tone.

“Madam ji, before we start this little competition, I’d like to take you to a place just once.”
Kavya raised an eyebrow. “Place?”
Balraj nodded, his expression unusually nostalgic.
“Trishna Wildlife Sanctuary. Deep inside the forest, there’s my old village. My family lived there long before the government moved us all out. Now it’s abandoned just a few broken houses, and one small temple. Our family god still rests there.”
He paused, looking at her face carefully.

“It’s quiet… untouched. If you go there, I swear, your mind will feel at peace. And maybe, in that silence, we can decide how we’ll play this ‘game’ of ours. Away from the city, away from stress. Just once, Madam ji.”
Kavya looked at him, measuring his words.
Her instincts whispered something. The location was remote. Unknown. Convenient for a setup.
But at the same time… what was he up to?
She said nothing for a long second. Then finally calmly she replied,
“You want me to come to the middle of a forest, with you… to pray before a cooking competition?”
Balraj smiled earnestly. “It’s a tradition, madam ji. One prayer before any challenge. Just a little trip. We can be back before nightfall.”
Kavya didn’t give an answer right away. But in her mind, wheels were turning. “Fine, Balraj,” she thought. “I’ll come. But I’ll be watching your every move.”
 
Balraj had executed his plan with precision.
Trishna Wildlife Sanctuary dense, remote, and long forgotten lay nearly 90 kilometers outside Agartala. Once home to scattered tribal families, the area had been cleared and absorbed into protected forest land. No one lives there now. No one watched.
It was the perfect place. Perfect for what he had in mind.
He had chosen the location carefully: an old shrine near the remains of his ancestral home, overgrown with vines and silence. It gave him an excuse and more importantly, isolation.
But despite his growing sense of control, a sliver of fear crept into Balraj’s mind.
This wasn’t an ordinary woman. This was Kavya Shetty, the sharpest, most respected IPS officer in the state. She wasn’t someone easily tricked. She had survived more dangerous traps than he could imagine.
“If she senses anything wrong… if she even suspects… she’ll destroy me,” he thought.
His lips tightened as he glanced at his packed bag. He wasn’t just playing with fire. He was dancing in the center of wildfire. But still, something in him pushed forward the thrill of control, the dangerous height of thinking he was finally one step ahead of someone like her.

Kavya rose from her chair and gave Balraj a brief nod. “Alright then, we’ll go on tommorow.”
With that, she turned and headed upstairs without saying another word.

Balraj watched her disappear, a quiet smile curling at the corners of his lips. His plan was to move. Upstairs, Kavya stepped into her room and closed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the bed, untying her hair as her mind processed the decision she’d just made.

“Maybe this little trip isn’t such a bad idea,” she thought. “I do need a break. A change of scene. A moment to breathe.”

She stared at her reflection in the mirror for a long moment. “And Balraj… he’s just a 60-year-old cook. Whatever he’s trying to prove with this ‘competition’, I’ll win it with my eyes closed.”

There was confidence in her voice but also something more dangerous: underestimation.
She didn’t know the game she’d agreed to play had stakes she hadn’t seen coming.

[Anoop Nair]

Update – 14


The next day, Balraj woke up early in the morning at 5.30 am and went upstairs and knocked on the door of Kavya's room. Kavya was in a deep sleep wearing only a sleeveless white shirt and tight ¼ pink shorts, as it was only slightly warm in the room, she was not wearing her Bra and panties

Kavya heard the soft knock at the door, her eyes fluttering open. It was still early barely dawn. The room was dim, shadows stretching long across the floor. She pulled her hair into a loose knot and walked to the door, still half-drowsy. Slowly, she opened it.

Balraj stood there, dressed in a plain shirt and a neatly tied dhoti, a small cloth-wrapped bundle in his hand. His face was calm, composed almost too composed.

Balraj saw Kavya in her pose and was shocked, she was standing in a sleeveless t-shirt and pink shorts, her nipple imprint is visible outside the t-shirt, Balraj didn’t avert his gaze from her nipple, His cock started vibrating in his dhoti, Balraj in his thoughts "" Arey Bahvaan kiya maal hai? Iska tuchi mey poora fresh dood e rega, Kamko be thoda dehdo na, (Hey God, what a beautiful, sexy woman she is. Sure, her breasts are full of fresh milk. Give me some milk from her, too.)

 Then Kavya asked, Hey Balraj why did you come at this time?

Madam ji, sorry to disturb you so early,” he said quietly. “It’s 5:30. If we want to reach Trishna Forest before the heat rises, we should start soon.”
Kavya nodded wordlessly, the weight of yesterday’s stress still lingering in her body. “Give me twenty minutes,” she said, her voice groggy but firm.
Balraj gave a short, respectful nod. “I’ll be downstairs preparing the tea.” As he turned to leave, Kavya shut the door and leaned her back against it.
Inside the room, Kavya went near the mirror and saw her nipple impression visible outside the T-shirt. Kavya understood that Balraj must have gotten a view of her nipples and scolded herself in her mind, "Hey stupid Kavya, you are very careless nowadays."

At 5:50 AM, Kavya stepped downstairs, her hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail. She was dressed in a black sleeveless athletic top and matching sports leggings, looking sharp, focused, and ready. Her expression was unreadable calm on the outside, calculating within.

Balraj looked up from the kitchen counter, where he had just poured two cups of steaming tea. His eyes lingered for a moment too long. “You’re ready, Madam ji,” he said, handing her the cup with a slight smile. “Black suits you.”

Kavya took the tea without a word, her gaze cool. She sat down at the table, sipping quietly.
Balraj watched her from the corner of his eye, thoughts running quietly beneath his calm surface. Hey Randi, saali, Today I will teach how to respect the old peoples,

Kavya set the cup down. “Let’s go,” she said plainly. “We don’t want to lose daylight.” Balraj nodded, grabbing the small cloth bag he’d packed the night before. “Car is ready. It’s a bit of a drive.”

Kavya gripped the steering wheel as the car made its way through winding rural roads, the early morning sun slicing through the mist. Balraj sat quietly in the back seat, occasionally giving directions.
After nearly an hour and a half, the narrow road gave way to rough terrain. Tall trees loomed ahead. The landscape became dense, quiet, untouched.
“Madam ji, we’ve reached the edge of the sanctuary,” Balraj said. “No roads from here. We’ll need to walk.”
Kavya brought the car to a halt and stepped out. The air was thick with forest dew and bird calls. She looked around, momentarily distracted by the beauty layers of green, sunlight dripping through leaves like liquid gold.
Balraj slung his cloth bag over his shoulder and gestured forward. “It’s not far. Just a small walk.”
Kavya gave him a look. “Define small.” He smiled, half-laughing. “About 40, 45 minutes. Old village paths.”
She gave a sigh but nodded. She had no other option now.

They walked in silence. The forest grew denser, the trees taller, the silence deeper. Kavya kept her eyes moving marking turns, noticing faint trails, logging landmarks in her memory. Her security officer instincts never turned off.

She wasn’t nervous but she wasn’t careless either.
Finally, after 45 minutes, they reached a secluded clearing. A few moss-covered stones lay where homes might once have stood. At the center stood a small, ancient temple, half-swallowed by time and vines. The air here felt different still, heavy.
Balraj stopped and wiped his forehead. “This is the place, madam ji. Our family shrine. Not many have seen it in years.”

Kavya looked around, hands on her hips. “Quiet place for a challenge,” she said, eyeing him. “Or something else?”

Balraj chuckled. “Let’s pray first. Then we begin.”
Kavya stepped toward the temple slowly, her footsteps crunching softly over dried leaves. The structure stood quiet and timeless, dbangd in green vines, its entrance dark and mysterious.
Just as she was about to climb the first step, Balraj suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Madam ji! Stop! You can’t go in like this!”
Startled, Kavya yanked her hand back sharply, her voice rising with anger. “How dare you touch me, Balraj? Have you lost your mind?”

Balraj immediately backed away, hands raised in apology, his face a mask of humility.

“Forgive me, madam ji, truly. I meant no disrespect. But this place… this temple is sacred to our lineage. If someone enters without proper attire especially a woman, it is believed to bring misfortune. Not just to me, but even to your family. It’s a powerful place.”
Kavya stared at him, breathing hard.

“What do you mean by 'proper attire'? I'm not here to play village rituals.”

But his words lingered.
She was no fool, an IPS officer trained to question everything.
Yet, deep inside, Kavya held a part of herself rooted in old beliefs. She didn’t speak of it often, but she had always been sensitive to temples, energies, and omens.
Balraj stood still, his hands folded, voice low and serious.

“Madam ji… to enter this temple, one must follow the old customs. A bath in the pond and then wearing the traditional attire we offer to our deity. Only then does the place accept your prayers. Otherwise, it’s believed… misfortune follows.”

Kavya blinked, stunned by the sudden demand. “What? A bath? In that pond? And wear what dress?” He nodded solemnly and handed her a neatly folded set of traditional clothes—a simple cotton saree, faded but clean.

“I know it’s unusual, madam ji. But this is how it’s been for generations. I wouldn't ask this unless it mattered.” He paused. “Please believe me. Once, someone didn’t follow this… and it brought tragedy to my family. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you. Or your son.”

That last line hit Kavya hard. She stiffened.
He’d never mentioned her son before. But now… he used that name like a lever. And it worked.
Despite her modern mind, Kavya had always carried an inner fear of breaking unseen rules the kind tied to old temples, curses, forgotten gods.
She looked at the quiet pond nearby. Mist hovered above the still water. The jungle was completely silent.

Her heart raced. She didn’t trust Balraj not fully, but she also didn’t want to take a step that might feel like an insult to something sacred.

A long moment passed. “Fine. But give me privacy. Stay away.”

Balraj bowed his head quickly, hiding the small flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Of course, madam ji. Take your time. I’ll be waiting by the temple steps.”

As Kavya walked toward the edge of the pond, clothes in hand, she didn’t know that the real trap wasn’t the water, or the dress. It was trust.

Kavya approached the pond cautiously, scanning the area to ensure no one was nearby. The early morning mist hovered just above the water’s surface, adding an eerie calm to the scene.

Balraj remained inside the temple, eyes closed in silent prayer, carefully maintaining the appearance of respect and faith. He knew better than to rush anything now.

Kavya slowly undressed her T-shirt and leggings. She was in her white bra and black panties, then she slowly jumped into the pond and started bathing.

Kavya took a deep breath inside the pond, feeling a mixture of frustration and resolve. She quietly began the ritual bath, the cool water shocking against her skin, clearing some of the tension clouding her mind.

After about 15 minutes, Kavya stepped out of the pond, the cool morning air causing goosebumps on her skin. She carefully slipped into the saree Balraj had provided—a simple yet elegant piece that dbangd beautifully over her frame. The sleeveless white blouse complemented the traditional attire, and she looked every bit at the part of someone paying respect to an ancient shrine.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she walked toward the temple. Inside, Balraj was deeply immersed in his prayers, eyes closed, hands folded.
When Kavya entered, the soft rustle of her saree stirred him from his reverie. He slowly opened his eyes and saw her standing there gracefully, poised, a striking contrast to the dense forest around them.
For a moment, he simply stared, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

After a silent fifteen minutes, they left the temple together, stepping into the clearing where the remains of old houses stood, now just moss-covered stones and broken walls.

Balraj glanced at Kavya and said softly, almost admiringly,

“Madam ji, you look very beautiful in this saree.”
Kavya met his gaze steadily, her mind sharp. She knew this was just the beginning of the game.
Kavya met Balraj’s admiring gaze with a small, knowing smile.

“You brought me here for the competition, Balraj,” she said, her voice steady and calm. “But… thank you. My mind feels a little more relaxed now.” She took a slow breath, eyes sharp. “So, what about our competition? When do we begin?”

Balraj’s smile widened, impressed by her composure.
“Patience, madam ji. The game has only just begun.” He gestured toward the ruins nearby. “Let’s settle there. I’ll explain the rules.”

Kavya followed him cautiously, every sense alert. Deep inside, she knew this contest was about more than just pride, it was a battle of will, and only one would come out ahead.

They stepped into the clearing among the old ruins, where a small, uneven patch of ground stretched out like a forgotten arena.

Balraj reached into his bag and pulled out a blue flag. Grabbing a sturdy stick from a nearby tree, he planted the flag firmly in the center of the clearing.
Kavya furrowed her brow, puzzled by the simplicity of the setup.

Balraj turned to her with a serious look.
“Madam ji, it’s time for the game. Here, no one can interfere. This is our circle yard. The rules are simple you need to reach the flag and take it. That makes you the winner.”

Kavya couldn’t help but laugh, the sound sharp in the stillness of the forest.

“Is that your idea of a game, old man?” she teased, stepping closer. “If I push you down, you won’t be getting up again.”

Balraj chuckled and said mockingly, “Madam ji, you have three attempts. If you fail each time... I’ll start removing one piece of your dress

Kavya's expression hardened. Fury burned in her eyes as she stepped closer. “You disgusting, third-rate old man,” she snapped. “How dare you speak to an IPS officer like that? You think you can threaten me with this filth?”

Balraj laughed, unshaken. “This is the problem with you, Madam ji. You’re afraid—not because of me, but because you’re a woman. If you really had confidence, you’d focus on winning... not on protecting your body.”
Balraj looked at her with a sly grin.

“Madam ji, if you're not okay with the rules, we can always end the game here. But that would mean I win by default.”

Kavya narrowed her eyes, her pride stirring. She hated being cornered. Even more, she hated the idea of losing, especially to someone like him.

“You’re playing mind games now, Balraj,” she said coldly. “Trying to provoke me into something foolish. You think I’ll back out just because of your nonsense?”

Balraj shrugged innocently. “Not nonsense, madam ji. Just an old-college challenge. If you're as strong as you claim, show it. Don’t talk—win.”

There was a long silence.
Kavya's mind raced. She didn’t trust him. But walking away now would give him exactly what he wanted control. No, she would play but on her own terms.
She stepped forward, her voice calm but laced with steel.

“Fine. I accept your challenge. But hear me clearly try anything beyond this game, and I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life.

Balraj smiled again, but this time, there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

Balraj drew a rough circle in the dusty ground with a stick. He pointed to the edge.

“Madam ji, stand here. You’ll begin from outside the ring.”

Kavya nodded silently, still wary of his every move.
Then, without warning, Balraj slipped off his shirt and tossed it aside, followed by unwrapping his dhoti but underneath, he wore fitted shorts, like someone oddly prepared for a strange ritual or competition.
Kavya stiffened, her expression turning cold.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, standing up.

Balraj raised his hands with a smirk. “Don’t be shocked, madam ji. I don’t fight in formal clothes. This is how we used to do it in my village. Nothing is wrong with it. You said you were ready for the challenge so let’s begin.”

Kavya crossed her arms, staring him down. She hated every moment of this, but she also knew she couldn’t be the one to back away now.

Kavya stood at the edge of the marked circle, still wearing her saree. She had considered changing into the outfit she wore before entering the forest, something more comfortable, something practical, but Balraj had refused.

“No, Madam ji,” he had said firmly, with a crooked smile. “You’ll play the game in this saree. That’s how you came, that’s how you’ll compete.”

Kavya narrowed her eyes at him. She knew he was trying to make things harder for her, using every opportunity to unnerve her. Still, she stepped forward, adjusting her pallu tightly around her shoulder, refusing to show any sign of hesitation.

Her mind rarely said, this wasn’t just about a game. This was about power, control, and pride. And she wasn’t about to let Balraj win on any of those.

Balraj clapped his hands. “Game starts now!”
Kavya took a deep breath and stepped into the circle. Her eyes were sharply locked onto the flag placed at the center, and occasionally darting toward Balraj’s legs, reading his movements like a trained officer.
In a sudden burst, she sprinted forward, aiming straight for the flag. But Balraj was quicker than she expected. In a flash, he rushed toward her from the opposite side. Before she could react, he grabbed her and hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
“Balraj!” she shouted, pounding her fists against his back.

But he didn’t stop. With a mocking laugh, he ran outside the circle and threw her down onto the grass just beyond the boundary.

Kavya landed hard, her saree slightly disheveled, her pride bruised far more than her body. She sat up, glaring at him, her fists clenched, her breathing sharp with fury.

Suddenly, without warning, Balraj reached out and yanked the pallu of Kavya’s saree, pulling it off her shoulder and throwing it onto the ground.
Kavya froze for a split second, shocked, humiliated, and furious. Now left only in her sleeveless blouse and skirt, she instinctively covered herself with both hands, her eyes burning with anger and defiance.
Balraj’s gaze lingered disrespectfully in her milky naval, Kavya was helpless and felt ashamed on her,

Gathering her courage, Kavya stepped forward, determined to pull Balraj down and grab the flag. But before she could, Balraj suddenly grabbed her from behind, holding her tightly as he laughed mockingly.
Just then, a sudden noise echoed from deep inside the forest, freezing both in place.
Without a word, Balraj released his grip. Seizing the moment, Kavya quickly reclaimed her pallu and wrapped it back around herself, regaining her composure.
They both turned toward the source of the sound, alert and tense.

Kavya spotted a forest ranger approaching, clutching a walkie-talkie. His eyes quickly took sight of her and Balraj before he hurried over.

After a brief introduction, the ranger’s expression grew serious. “Madam, I saw one car at entrance of the forest area ,you’re an IPS officer, right?”

Kavya nodded.

He lowered his voice. “This area isn’t safe anymore. There have been several recent sightings of elephants and tigers nearby. You need to be careful.”
 

[rkamini006]

update pls sir

[Yuva16]

It's half update. Pls update full

[Albinopukki]

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[Vinty03]

Nice hot update... Hope for a next update soon

[fantasywriter]

Thank you for the update.


The story is progressing powerfully.

Kavya depositing money for Chandan's treatment beautifully reflects her kind, responsible, and deeply caring nature. Her loyalty toward her team stands tall amidst personal storms. One can only hope for a miracle — that Chandan recovers and rejoins duty in the future.

Meanwhile, Kavya receives a warning from her superiors, and it's clear she senses Vivek’s hand behind the move. Despite knowing she is emotionally shaken by Chandan’s illness and her own personal turmoil, Vivek shamelessly approaches her again for intimacy. His audacity earns him scolding from Kavya, who, in a moment of rage, draws a firm boundary — telling him that what happened that night will never happen again, and he must not contact her.

That night still lingers painfully in Kavya’s memory. Having just discovered her husband’s betrayal and infidelity, she was left shattered — emotionally abandoned and vulnerable. In that broken state, she was manipulated by Vivek, who took full advantage of her collapse. Despite being an intelligent and trained officer, Kavya was overpowered — not just physically but psychologically. She submitted to him that night, and even when she tried to resist, Vivek pushed through, forcing painful acts on her — including a brutal, degrading anal assault. It was not passion, but power play — and she was left at his mercy.

Now, as she tries to regain her strength, her outburst may have only provoked Vivek further — especially as he holds compromising images of her. His intentions are clear: to exploit her past, her body, and her vulnerabilities — to use her as a tool for settling political scores.

On the other hand, Kavya, though an experienced officer, missteps by confronting Vivek so bluntly — knowing well he orchestrated her transfer and is pressuring her to take down Gajendra Singh. It remains to be seen whether she'll now begin to play with strategy rather than pure emotion.

Her rejection of Vivek is overheard by Balraj — the ever-cunning and opportunistic player. He pieces together what might have happened between Vivek and Kavya, recognizing that even she, with all her strength, can be provoked into weakness.

Using this knowledge, Balraj lures her into another trap — inviting her to his ancestral temple for a “duel.” Though Kavya suspects his intentions, she agrees — perhaps driven by ego or misjudging Balraj. He challenges her: she gets three chances, and for every failure, she must remove one piece of clothing. Angry but overconfident, Kavya agrees, provoked into it. Fortunately, she is saved from complete humiliation by the sudden arrival of forest guards.

This scene reveals the dangerous web tightening around her.

Now the real question is — what will Kavya do next?

Will she finally realize that she stands alone in this storm? Everyone around her — Vivek, Balraj, even her superiors — is trying to hunt her down. Vivek has already broken her twice. Balraj nearly stripped her of dignity.

Yet Kavya is not an ordinary woman. She is sharp, trained, and resilient — but now she fully grasps the twisted hunger Balraj carries for her. She has already witnessed him pleasuring himself while fantasizing about her, shamelessly moaning her name in lust. And she knows something else — behind his aging face lies the body of a man disturbingly fit and vigorous, more powerful than many in their prime. He is not just perverted — he is physically dangerous too.

But Kavya is learning the rules of this dirty battlefield. She might no longer fight every threat with rage or resistance — she may start playing her own psychological game. Will she seduce Balraj slowly, letting him believe she’s falling into his trap? Perhaps by wearing more revealing clothes, offering calculated flirtation, or feigned vulnerability — just enough to make him lower his guard?

More importantly, will she dig deeper and uncover the full truth behind Balraj’s biggest weakness — his unpaid loan? A smart officer like Kavya could easily access that detail. And if she does, could she use it as leverage? Maybe offer to help clear a part of that debt, using personal funds or even money from the department’s secret informer fund — all under the guise of cooperation? She could become both a fantasy and a savior in Balraj’s eyes — making him dance to her tune.

I eagerly await the next chapter in her journey.

She’s already been betrayed by her husband, used and violated by Vivek, and manipulated by Balraj. Now, the war intensifies — and the question looms:
Will Kavya become shrewd and cold-blooded, or keep fighting with raw bravery — at risk of being devoured by men like Vivek, Balraj, Gajraj, and Bappy?

Her crusade has just begun.

[behka]

Great update. Build up of Kavya's personality as a haughty, dominating woman is great, she has insulted Balraj many times. Hope Balraj is able to defeat her in the challenge.

[Albinopukki]

Waiting for the new update

[Umavictor32]

Hi anoop, bring a character like sapna... Because kaavya character, i didnt like it... Easily getting corrected

[Projectmp]

Hi anoop, bring a character like sapna... Because kaavya character, i didnt like it... Easily getting corrected

Why can't you move on from Sapna? Every dish is not the same.

[behka]

Hi anoop, bring a character like sapna... Because kaavya character, i didnt like it... Easily getting corrected

If you don't like the story, please read something else. We are enjoying the story and let us enjoy it. Already you got the story deleted once.

[Albinopukki]

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[Albinopukki]

Waiting for your update

[xboard1986]

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