Misc. Erotica Respect and Revenge

[Deepak.kapoor]

Respect and Revenge

"Respect and Revenge" marks the powerful and emotionally charged beginning of a story that is part of the 'Innocent Beauty' series. This tale highlights the intense conflict between love and vengeance.

The lives of Meera, Sartaj, and their daughter Jyoti are depicted as happy and peaceful, where everything is going smoothly. However, hiding behind this happiness is Sher—Shankar's brother—who is burning in the fire of revenge and intends to shatter this peaceful life.

On one side, the story features the tranquility of Meera and Sartaj's new life, while on the other, it shows Sher's schemes and malicious intentions. He seeks to reclaim his brother's past power and status, which heightens the sense of fear and tension throughout the narrative. It appears that the shadows of the past are now returning to destabilize their lives once again.

Themes of love, courage, and the battle between good and evil come clearly to the forefront in this story. Sartaj, an honest security officer officer, and Meera, a wise and strong woman, must now face an enemy who is quietly trying to ensnare them in his plot for revenge.

This story promises to be an emotional journey filled with excitement, challenges, and an all-out struggle to protect loved ones.

This is Fourth book in series but you can read it stand alone too . You will come to know about characters as series Progresses .

[Deepak.kapoor]

Joyous Announcement

Sartaj Singh had always tried to maintain a balance between his job and family life, but the reality of his responsibilities was making it constantly difficult. With every promotion, new responsibilities came upon him that drew his complete attention.

Often, Sartaj had to leave home suddenly. Even last night, he had returned from an undercover operation that had kept him away from his family for almost ten days.

Sartaj: (Approaching Meera, looking into her tired yet beautiful eyes) "I know what you must be thinking, Meera. Ten days... and not a single word. When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a failed husband."

Meera: (Sitting up straight, leaving the support of her pillow, her voice a mixture of complaint and relief) "Waiting has become a habit for me, Sartaj. But do you even have any idea how much noise the silence makes? When you close that door from the outside, it feels as if you have taken all the joy, all the peace of this house, and put it in your pocket."

Sartaj: (Walking over with slow steps and sitting beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder) "Duty is very strict, Meera. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't tell you where I was. Every moment, in every shadow, the worry of your and Jyoti's safety troubled me. My uniform is my duty, but you... you are my soul."

Meera understood the nature of his work, but that did not lessen the pain of his absence. When Sartaj was far away, she found happiness in her daughter Jyoti.

Meera: (Placing her hand over his hand, the lines on her forehead softening slightly) "In this war between duty and love, it is the home that gets crushed, isn't it? Jyoti cried herself to sleep last night. She was asking if Papa had gone again to catch some 'big monster'?"

Sartaj: (Taking Meera into the circle of his arms) "Yes, I had gone. And I might have to go again tomorrow. But right now, I am only your Sartaj. You are my greatest strength, Meera, and to be honest, my greatest weakness as well."

Meera: (Resting her head on his chest, in a soft voice) "Just keep returning. Not defeated, even if tired... but just keep returning to me."

Sartaj knew how much pressure his absence put on the family, so whenever he was at home, he made every effort to make up for the lost time. 

As soon as he returned, he would put his work aside and lose himself completely in Meera and Jyoti's world.

Sartaj: (Lifting Jyoti in his arms and laughing) "Now Papa is back! Now no work! The next few days are only for our little Sardarni, and for my queen."

The morning sunlight was filtering through the small bathroom ventilator when Meera stood there. Her heart was beating fast, and she was staring at the pregnancy strip in her hand.

As the second pink line appeared, a playful and infinitely satisfying smile bloomed on her dry lips. She delicate pressed that strip against her chest, as if it were a precious piece of jewelry.

She tiptoed toward the living room. Sartaj was buttoning up his uniform shirt while taking a sip of tea. His complete focus was on his work, but the radiance on Meera's face today was giving testimony to something else altogether.

Meera: (Going up to Sartaj, quietly holding his hand without saying anything)

Sartaj: (Looking at Meera in surprise, placing the tea cup on the table) "Hey? What's the matter, Meera? Why so quiet today? Is everything all right? You seem a little troubled."

Meera: (Smiling, looking deeply into his eyes, placing Sartaj's hand on her stomach—right below the navel, where a tiny life was taking shape) "I'm not troubled, Sartaj... it's just that words are not coming to me today."

Sartaj: (With a slight confusion on his forehead, reading Meera's face) "Why have you suddenly become so quiet? And what is this in your hand?"

Meera gently placed the strip onto Sartaj's palms.

Sartaj: (Innocently turning the strip over, looking at it closely) "This... what is this, Meera? Is it some medicine? Are you not feeling well? Tell me, should we go to the doctor?"

Meera: (Bursting into laughter, a moisture of happiness in her laugh) "Oh my innocent Sardar Ji! This is not medicine, this is the key to our happiness. Look closely... it has two pink lines."

Sartaj's gaze froze on the strip. In the very next moment, as if lightning struck, things became clear in his mind. His eyes widened, and a smile appeared on his face that he had never felt until today.

Sartaj: (Getting up from the chair in a hurry, his voice trembling with excitement and surprise) "Meera... r-really? Does this mean what I think it means? A baby is coming to our house? You are going to become a mother?"

Meera: (Could only nod her head, tears of joy flowing from her eyes)

Sartaj: (Pulling her tightly into the circle of his arms) "Oh Meera! This... this is a miracle. I am the luckiest person in the world. You have made me complete."

Meera nodded her head, her eyes shining with happiness and tears. She could not speak anything.

Sartaj: (Kissing Meera's forehead, softly whispered) "My love... my biggest gift. I am the happiest man in the world!"

Hand in hand, both went to that corner of the house where the flame was burning in front of the picture of Guru Gobind Singh Ji. The atmosphere of the house suddenly became sacred like a Gurudwara.

Sartaj: (Both bowed their heads with reverence and whispered in unison)

In unison, the recitation of gratitude came from their lips:

"ਲਖ ਖੁਸੀਆ ਪਾਤਿਸਾਹੀਆ ਜੇ ਸਤਿਗੁਰੁ ਨਦਰਿ ਕਰੇਇ ॥"
(Meaning: If the True Guru bestows His Glance of Grace, hundreds of thousands of princely pleasures are obtained.)

"Hundreds of thousands of princely pleasures are enjoyed if the True Guru bestows His Glance of Grace."

Meera: (With folded hands) "Waheguru, just protect this little life. Make them a good human being."

After the pregnancy was confirmed by the doctor, Meera and Sartaj decided to share this good news with their loved ones. They gathered everyone in the living room.

Sartaj kissed the cheek of little Jyoti sitting in his lap.

Sartaj: (In a voice full of excitement) "Listen everybody! Today there is a very big good news. Jyoti child, now someone is coming to share all your mischiefs. You are very soon going to become a big sister!"

Jyoti: (Clapping her little palms with surprise and joy) "Really Papa? Will the little baby play with my dolls? I will give them all my chocolates!"

Riya, her parents were also extremely thrilled to hear this news. The house soon filled with laughter, hugs, and words full of blessings for the new life growing in Meera's womb. However, the gender of the baby remained a secret.

After this, they turned toward their loyal domestic helper and driver, Chandan. Sartaj announced warmly, "Chandan Bhaiya, another member is coming into our family." Chandan's face bloomed with a wide smile, and he congratulated them from his heart.

Far away from those joys of the living room, outside in the dark, a completely different conspiracy was brewing. Shankar's brother 'Sher' had managed to win Chandan's trust over the past several months.

Over time, he had formed a friendship with Chandan, who considered Sher to be an honest family man and driver just like himself. Sher showed himself to be trustworthy and hardworking, and gradually won Chandan's confidence.

They had no idea that Sher's intentions were not noble. His eyes were on the family, and with every passing day he was coming closer to them, while hiding his true intentions behind the mask of friendship and honesty.

Chandan came near Sher holding a cup of tea. His face was shining with his master's happiness.

Chandan: (Happy) "Arre Sher Bhai! Today something amazing happened. Our little master is coming! Memsaab is pregnant, now the house will echo with baby giggles again."

Sher: (With a fake smile, hiding hatred in his eyes) "Arre wah Chandan Bhaiya! This is very good news you have shared. Sartaj Saab turned out to be extremely lucky."

Chandan: (Smiling) "Yes brother! Saab is very soft-hearted. I am thinking that just like the daughter, I will drive the little master around in my car too."

Sher: (Carrying bitterness inside, softly) "Surely... surely."

Sher was waiting for the right time, carefully making his way into the lives of Meera, Sartaj, and the people around them. The next step in his plan was a calculated and ruthless move.

Through a carefully staged "accident," Sher orchestrated an incident in which Chandan's legs were broken, ensuring that the trusted domestic helper would be out of work for a long period.

As soon as they received the news, Meera and Sartaj immediately reached the hospital. Chandan lay exhausted in a private room.

Meera: (Softness and worry in her voice) "Oh Chandan Ji! What happened? You should have been careful!"

Meera gently sat on the edge of the bed and took Chandan's hand in her hands.

Meera: "Please get well soon, we are all praying for you. Without you, the house will feel completely empty."

Chandan tried to smile in weakness. "Bhabhi Ji... don't worry. Just... I am very worried about you both."

Sartaj, who was standing slightly apart in the room, now came closer.

Sartaj: (A little tense) "Chandan, we are worried about you. Now you focus on getting well quickly. But... to be honest, I am in a big difficulty."

Chandan looked at Sartaj with inquiring eyes.

Sartaj: "Responsibilities at home have suddenly increased a lot. Especially in Meera's condition... she is pregnant, needs complete rest. And you know the pressure of my duty, it's constantly increasing. Now without you, how will we manage all the housework?"

Meera: (Looking toward Sartaj) "Sartaj! He is resting right now. Why are you talking like this?"

Chandan was lying on the hospital bed tired and helpless. Fatigue and weakness were clearly visible on his face. Sartaj pulled a chair and sat close to him.

Sartaj: "Chandan, you strictly need rest, but my mind is troubled. I have seen how you manage the house. Now until you recover completely, we need someone to handle things behind us."


Chandan slowly turned his side, his voice was weak.

Chandan: "Saab… everything will be fine. Just… don't worry about the housework."

Sartaj leaned forward a little to put across his point.

Sartaj: "I cannot keep an stranger. Do you know someone of your acquaintance whom we can trust blindly? Just for a few weeks, until you return home."

Chandan's eyes lit up, as if he remembered the exact right name.

Chandan: "Sartaj Saab, there is one name—Sher. He is my old friend, almost like a brother. I guarantee his character. He is hardworking, his hand in work is very clean, and you won't find a more trustworthy man than him."

The crease on Sartaj's forehead relaxed a bit.

Chandan: "Yes, Saab. Trust me. If he is in your house, you can rest assured."

Sartaj pursed his lips. Being a security officer officer, his first instinct was to strictly check every new face, do a strict background verification. But this was Chandan—his most trusted man—who was giving bail lying from his bed.

Sartaj: (Pausing briefly) "Okay. Temporarily he will handle the work. You just recover quickly and come back."

Chandan nodded his head with gratitude. He took a sigh of relief that he was of use to his friend, without knowing what kind of fatal storm this "trust" of his was about to bring into Sartaj and Meera's life.

Sher's entry into their house was smooth and easy, just as he had expected. Disguised as an honest and reliable helper, he now had direct access to the family and the home.

The trap had been laid, and Sher was ready to play his role, waiting for the right time, while the family remained unaware of the storm brewing among them.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera in my Mind

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Please leave your comments, likes, and ratings on the story.. I am translating this story into English, as a few of my fans have requested it.

[Hotgiri]

Nice update Sirji, one request please add gif in para in each sex act instead of adding it at end, this will give realness to readers and increase reader count