Misc. Erotica Respect and Revenge

[Deepak.kapoor]

Sartaj Singh's Convoy

Outside the house, Sartaj's black official SUV stood in all its imposing dominance. The flash of the blue beacon light and two security vehicles deployed nearby—a white Innova ahead and another behind—rendered the atmosphere even more intense. Sartaj, clad in his IPS uniform, looked like forged steel. Standing 6'2" tall, the glittering stars on his shoulders and his navy blue turban imparted an unmistakable, commanding aura to his presence.

Meera was dressed in a soft pink saree, its pallu pinned neatly over her shoulder. She had dropped Jyoti off with the neighboring aunt and stepped outside.

As they approached the vehicle, the official driver swiftly opened the rear door for Sartaj. Sher, who had been lying in wait for this exact moment, rushed around to the other side so he could open the door for Meera. He was desperately searching for any opportunity to feast his eyes on Meera's body up close.

Sher: (Bowing down, with a display of humility) "Please come, Madam Ji..."

As Meera stepped onto the raised footboard of the SUV to climb inside, a portion of her saree hitched to one side. Sher's eyes widened in shock; he received a 'bonus' he hadn't even anticipated. As she climbed, the swell of her breasts peeking from inside her blouse came into clear view—a sight potent enough to intoxicate any man. Electricity flashed through Sher's mind—these were the very breasts he had watched this morning through the bathroom peephole in all their naked glory.

His gaze didn't stop there; as Meera bent forward to settle into the seat, the rounded swell of her ass peeking from behind her saree fell directly into Sher's line of sight. Sher's throat went bone-dry, and a violent shiver coursed through his body.

Driver: (Starting the engine) "Sir, shall we move?"

Sartaj: "Yes, let's go."

The convoy pulled out. The lead security car took the front, Sartaj's SUV stayed in the middle, and the rear car provided cover. The road had light traffic, but the convoy moved rapidly. Sartaj was talking to Meera.

Meera looked at Sartaj, mesmerized by his commanding, masculine personality, and spoke softly.

Meera: (Smiling) "You look so handsome in uniform, Sartaj."

A playful smile crossed Sartaj's face. He replied in his deep, heavy voice:

Sartaj: "And you look no less than a celestial apsara in this pink saree."

As he spoke, Sartaj's hand slowly slid downward, coming to rest directly beneath the saree's dbang onto the velvety skin of Meera's bare waist. The intense warmth of that touch sent a jolt of electricity through Meera's body. Sartaj leaned closer, whispering near her ear with his warm breath, "I'm counting down the hours until tonight..."

The atmosphere inside the car suddenly grew charged with raw sensuality. Sher, sitting upfront beside the driver, kept his eyes glued to the rearview mirror. Breathing became difficult for him as he clearly watched every movement unfolding in the backseat.

Just then, Sartaj's hand slid further up under the saree, firmly taking hold of Meera's heavy breast in his grip. Startled by this sudden erotic assault, Meera gasped. She instantly pushed Sartaj's hand back, glancing nervously toward the driver and Sher.

Meera: (In a hushed, breathy voice) "Sartaj... please. Not here. Someone will see."

Sher watched the entire scene in the mirror, and inside his pants, his dick went rock-hard, throbbing with tension. He felt a frantic restlessness building between his thighs. Taking a heavy, ragged breath, a glint of pure lust shone in his eyes.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Damn... wish those hands squeezing those breasts weren't Saab's, but mine. It would feel so fucking good to knead them.'

The car sped down the road, but Sher's mind remained hopelessly trapped on that touch and those breasts he had just witnessed in the mirror.

Sartaj: (Placing his hand softly over Meera's belly) "How is the baby feeling today? Any discomfort?"

Meera: (Placing her hand over Sartaj's) "No... feeling good today. There's a subtle fluttering. Seems like the little one gets happy hearing your voice."

Sartaj: (Smiling) "Is that so? Then listen closely, little one... Papa loves your Mommy very much."

Sher: (Whispering to the driver so the backseat wouldn't hear) "Brother, how much further is Chandan Bhai's house?"

Driver: (Looking ahead) "Just 20 to 25 minutes. It's the Sir's convoy, so the traffic clears up."

The vehicle kept moving. The lead security car blared its siren, clearing the traffic to the side. Sartaj chatted with Meera—about Chandan's health, old memories, and names for the upcoming baby. Meera felt blissful, resting her head in Sartaj's lap.

Meera: (To Sartaj) "You will give Chandan the money, right? He'll never ask for it himself, but he really needs the help."

Sartaj: (Solemnly) "Yes, I've kept the money ready."

The convoy entered Chandan's neighborhood. The street was narrow, but the lead security car had already cleared the path. People stood outside their houses, staring—an IPS officer's convoy had arrived. The official SUV slowly came to a stop. The lead car had already parked, and the rear car pulled up right behind. Two security guards stepped out, sweeping their eyes across the surroundings.

The moment the SUV stopped in front of Chandan's house, the driver and Sher sprang out. The driver moved swiftly around to open the door for Sartaj, while Sher practically sprinted to Meera's side. His entire focus was fixed on catching a glimpse of Meera's body as she stepped out.

As Meera extended her leg out the door, her saree hitched upward, granting Sher a fleeting view of her fair, smooth legs. But right then, something unexpected happened.

Stepping down, the heel of Meera's sandal caught in the frame of the SUV's footboard. Meera lost her balance and was about to pitch face-forward onto the ground.

Sher: (Panicked yet lightning-fast) "Careful, Madam Ji!"

Sher lunged forward, spreading his arms to catch Meera, but in the chaos, one of his hands slammed directly onto her bare, soft waist. The sudden jolt of the fall had also caused the pallu of her saree to slip off her shoulders, allowing Sher's fingers to feel the deep, velvety warmth of her skin. To stabilize her completely and prevent her from falling, Sher extended his other hand and pressed it firmly against the smooth skin of her bare stomach. Now both of his large, rough hands were wrapping tightly around that exceptionally delicate part of her body. Their bodies were pressed so close that the rise and fall of their breath was distinctly felt.

That contact sent a surge of wicked agitation through Sher's palms. The silky feel of Meera's skin provoked his darkest instincts. A violent shiver ran through his fingers, tempting him to slowly drag his hands upward and grab hold of those heavy swells that were now exposed due to the slipped pallu.

Sartaj, who had stepped out from the other side, saw this happen and rushed toward Meera at lightning speed, panic written all over his face. In the blink of an eye, he pulled Meera out of Sher's grip, shielding her inside his powerful embrace.

Sartaj: (Overwhelmed with worry) "Meera! Are you alright? Did you get hurt? My heart almost stopped!"

Meera took a deep breath. To her, Sher's touch was nothing more than an 'accident'—like grabbing onto a pillar or wall while falling. She felt no thrill from that contact, nor did her body react to it. Her entire awareness and feelings were wrapped safely inside the warmth of Sartaj's arms. She quickly adjusted her fallen pallu, dbanging it back over her chest.

Meera: (Panting) "Yes... I'm fine. I think the heel of my sandal got stuck in the door frame. Thank God Sher reacted in time, or I would have fallen flat on my face."

Sartaj let out a breath of relief and looked at Sher, who was still standing in the same stance, as though the warmth of Meera's skin was still clinging to his hands.

Sartaj: "Well done, Sher! You averted a major disaster today. Thank you so much."

Meera: (Smiling) "Thank you, Sher."

Sher: (Feigning humility) "Oh no, Sir, it was just my duty. Come, let's take the bags inside."

Sher merely bowed his head and picked up the luggage, but inside, he was transported to another realm. The fingers that had just squeezed Meera's smooth, bare waist were still tingling with an intense shockwave of electricity. He kept 'rewinding' those few seconds in his head again and again. The same visual played on loop—Meera's pallu slipping, her fair stomach exposed, and his own rough palms gripping her bare flesh tightly.

Sher clenched his fists hard, as if attempting to lock that touch inside his palms forever. He remembered how scorching hot Meera's body felt and how velvety her skin was. A dark ache flared up within him—if only Sartaj had been two seconds late. If only he could have slid his fingers just a little higher. The desperation to touch those exposed, voluptuous contours had now mutated into an insatiable thirst.

A sinister gleam lit up his face—he had achieved it today: direct, physical contact with Meera.

Sartaj: (Nodding) "Yes, Sher, let's go."

The three of them walked toward Chandan's small house. The door was open. Chandan was lying on the bed inside, looking frail yet smiling. His wife stood near the doorway.

Chandan: (Trying to sit up, surprised) "Sartaj Sir? Meera Bhabhi? And Sher too? Wow... such a big convoy for me?"

Sartaj: (Stepping inside, placing a hand on Chandan's shoulder) "Hey Chandan, don't try to get up. We just came to check on you. What did the doctor say? Are you taking your medicines?"

Chandan: (With a weak smile) "Sir... you came, that's more than enough. Yes, medicines are ongoing. Feeling a bit better. But you... with all this security?"

Sartaj: (Laughing) "Force of habit, brother. Pressure of the job. But today I'm just visiting a friend's house."

Meera: (Sitting beside Chandan, affectionately) "Chandan Ji, please get well soon. There are so many responsibilities at home. Sher is managing everything well, but we need you back."

Chandan: (Looking at Meera, his eyes brimming with tears) "Meera Bhabhi... your blessings are with me. And Sher... you took my place. Thank you, brother."

Sartaj: "By the way, Chandan, this brother of yours, Sher, is remarkably quick on his feet. If it weren't for him today, a major calamity would have happened. Meera lost her balance while stepping out of the car; thank goodness Sher was there to catch her just in time."

Meera: (Smiling, adding to the conversation) "Yes, Chandan Ji, Sartaj is right. My sandal's heel got caught, and I was about to fall. Thank you, Sher, you saved me from a terrible injury today."

Chandan looked at Sher with immense pride and gratitude.

Chandan: "Meera Bhabhi... it's all your blessings. And Sher... you've really made me proud today. By acting like a real brother, you took my place. Thank you, brother."

Sher bowed his head with the utmost humility, acting like a faithful servant. But inside him, a filthy tide of lust was surging. Chandan's words sounded empty to him.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Place? What place are you talking about, Chandan... the place I want to make is inside Meera's tight pussy, taking Sartaj's place! I don't give a damn about your brotherhood, I just want to taste that silky body I felt in my arms a few moments ago.'

Sher's fingers were still alive with the lingering sensation of Meera's bare, soft stomach, and his mind was desperate to relive that touch.

Sher: (Bowing his head, humbly) "Chandan Bhai... don't you worry about a thing. I am handling everything. You just focus on recovering."

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Arre Chandan... you just stay bedridden for a few more days. Over there, I am handling Meera and her breathtaking body completely... and believe me, handling it exceedingly well.'

Sartaj: (Handing an envelope to Chandan) "Here, Chandan... this is for your medicines and household expenses."

Chandan's eyes filled with tears as he looked at the envelope with trembling hands. He couldn't find the words to express his gratitude.

Chandan: (Voice choked with emotion) "Sir... this... how can I... accept such a big favor..."

Sartaj immediately placed his hand on Chandan's shoulder, smiling warmly.

Sartaj: "Enough, Chandan, don't say another word. I have always considered you a part of my family, just like a family member. And you don't say 'no' to family. Keep it."

Meera: (Talking to Chandan's wife) "Bhabhi Ji, please don't worry. We are all here with you."

Just then, Meera noticed that the heel of her sandal was still wobbly. She leaned sideways to inspect it. Sher instantly crouched down on the floor right near Meera's feet.

Sher: "Madam Ji, looks like getting stuck in the door frame bent the heel. If you permit, let me check it?"

He boldly took Meera's delicate foot into his hands. His fingers stroked Meera's velvety ankles while his eyes locked onto her fair calves peeking from beneath her saree. On the pretense of fixing the sandal, he lightly rubbed his palm against the sole of Meera's foot, sending a shudder through her body.

Sher: (In a low voice) "There you go, Madam Ji... now you can walk without any worry."

They conversed for a little while longer—sharing old memories and laughter. Sher stood quietly, but his eyes remained glued to Meera—her saree's pallu had slipped slightly, and Meera adjusted it back into place.

Sartaj: (Glancing at his watch) "Alright, Chandan, we need to head out now. I'm going to the office. Meera and Sher will return home. You take rest and get well soon."

Chandan: (With folded hands) "Sir... thank you. Meera Bhabhi... thank you as well. Sher... take care of everything."

Sher: (Smiling) "Yes, brother... don't worry."

The moment they stepped out of Chandan's house, Sartaj's security detail snapped back into action. The black SUV and the guards in the rear Innova stood alert. Sartaj held Meera's hand tightly, with Sher trailing right behind them.

Sartaj: (Looking into Meera's eyes) "You return home with Sher now. I have some urgent files to review, so I'll head straight home from the office."

Meera: (Smiling, stepping closer to Sartaj, pressing a sweet kiss against his cheek) "Alright. Take care of yourself and come home quickly... I'll be waiting."

Sartaj: (Kissing her forehead) "Yes, my love."

Reaching the car, Sartaj personally stepped forward to open the rear door for Meera. Sher, who was standing nearby waiting to catch that specific 'angle' as she climbed back in, was thwarted this time. Sartaj's broad, 6'2" frame stood like a solid wall between Sher and Meera.

Sher tried peeking from a side angle, but Sartaj's broad, uniformed shoulders completely blocked his view. He got no view of a slipping saree nor any peek at Meera's skin. Sartaj gracefully seated Meera inside and shut the door firmly himself.

Sher cursed inwardly, 'Damn it... Saab ruined the whole show.'

Sartaj didn't get into his primary SUV; he gestured to the driver and got into the lead security Innova so he could head directly to the office. Now, only Meera, Sher, and the driver remained in the large official SUV.

Meera sat alone in the back seat, while Sher took the front passenger seat next to the driver.

Sher: (Softly to the driver) "Brother, shall we head home?"

Driver: "Yes..."

The car sped down the road. The rear security vehicle was still following them, though the lead escort had split off. Meera sat quietly in the back seat looking out the window, while Sher's entire focus was locked onto the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, he could clearly see the soft pink pallu of Meera's saree and the intoxicating curve of her waist. Sher's hand was still tingling from the sensation of touching Meera's bare stomach earlier. He recalled how silky and velvety her skin felt, wishing that moment had never ended.

His dark lust was boiling over once again, but then he remembered Sartaj's booming voice and menacing face—"I am a Sikh!" Terrified, Sher lowered his eyes for a split second, though his toxic mind refused to quiet down.

Meera: (Casually) "Sher, seeing Chandan Ji today felt like he has recovered quite a bit. Hopefully, he'll return to work soon."

Sher looked back into Meera's eyes through the mirror. There was sweetness in his voice, but pure poison in his mind.

Sher: "Yes, Madam Ji... very soon. Chandan Bhai's return will bring back the life of the house."

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Damn it, that's bad news for me. I have to make my move aggressively before he comes back. Before he returns and gets in my way, I need to taste Memsaab's body... indulge in the pleasure of this silky flesh.'

As the car accelerated, Sher's boldness grew. He turned around slowly to look at Meera. His eyes slid down from Meera's face, locking onto those heavy breasts bound tightly in her blouse—the ones he had seen completely bare just this morning.

Sher: "Meera Madam... if you don't mind, may I ask you something?"

Meera turned her eyes from the window toward Sher, "What is it, Sher? Ask."

Sher: (Scanning Meera's body with his eyes) "Madam Ji... do you know if the upcoming baby is a boy or a girl?"

Meera: "No, Sher, it doesn't matter to us either way. The baby just needs to be healthy."

Meera smiled, placing her hand softly over her belly—the exact same spot Sher had squeezed with his firm fingers earlier. She was unconsciously stroking her bare waist, as if trying to feel the pulse and movement of the life growing inside her womb. She had no inkling that this maternal gesture was like pouring fuel onto Sher's raging fire.

Sher's eyes locked onto that exposed midriff like a hungry wolf. With the pallu shifted aside, Meera's fair, smooth stomach was laid bare before him. As Meera's fingers slowly caressed her velvety skin, Sher felt as though those fingers belonged to him instead of her. To him, this was nothing short of a 'bonus'—staring unimpeded at the very view whose touch was still burning inside his palms.

Sher: (Taking a deep, heavy breath) "Honestly, Madam... looking at you, no one could tell you're three months pregnant. You still look just as young and gorgeous."

Meera blushed, "Oh, come on, Sher... you say anything."

Meera suddenly realized that during the conversation, her pallu had slipped significantly, leaving her waist exposed. Feeling slightly self-conscious, she quickly reached out and adjusted the saree's pallu with a shy rustle. She pulled the pallu across, covering her body completely and restoring her modesty.

Upon arriving home, Sher quickly stepped out and opened the door for Meera. This time, he didn't want to miss any chance. As Meera began to step down, Sher put on an act of extreme gallantry and extended his hand toward her.

Sher: "Madam Ji, please hold my hand. You almost fell earlier, we can't take any more risks. Your safety and the safety of the little master (the baby) come first for us."

Meera accepted his gesture, holding Sher's hand as she stepped out of the vehicle. As her foot hit the running board, her saree hitched up quite high, giving Sher a complete view of her fair, shapely legs. Sher's breathing grew heavy.

Stepping down, Meera leaned forward slightly, causing her saree's pallu to hang loose to one side. Right before Sher's eyes was a side view of Meera's heavy breasts, bound tightly in her blouse and showing off their full roundness. And right below them was her bare stomach and deep navel, which Sher had felt just a short while ago. In the bright sunlight, Meera's skin glowed even more radiantly.

Sher felt an overwhelming urge not to let go of her hand, but he had to maintain his self-control.

Meera: "Thank you, Sher. You really take great care of us."

Sher: (In a subdued voice, keeping his eyes lowered) "Yes, Memsaab..."

Meera smiled and walked inside to the clicking sound of her sandals. Sher stood there watching her from behind—the sway of her waist and the movement of her ass rising beneath the saree. Sartaj's uniform, his revolver, and his booming voice flashed through Sher's mind for a brief second, but the sight of Meera's body completely overpowered that fear.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Sartaj Saab... you keep protecting Meera all you want. But she is already trapped in my eyes. Now I just need an opportunity... one single, uninterrupted moment.'

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Storm in the Bathroom -- 1

The silence of the night had deepened. Sartaj had not yet returned from the office, and a heavy quiet hung over the rest of the house. Sher was in his room, but there was no sign of sleep in his eyes. All those sights from throughout the day were running through his mind like a movie—Meera's bare waist, her rounded ass, and her fair legs exposed while stepping out of the car.

He knew that Meera would definitely go to the bathroom once before sleeping. Tiptoeing softly, he reached the hallway where the secret hole in the bathroom wall was located. His heart was hammering wildly.

As soon as he reached the hole, he heard the faint sound of falling water from inside. He pressed his trembling eye against that tiny aperture.

Sher ran his dry tongue over his lips and muttered under his breath, "Ah man... if only this hole were a little bigger. Damn it, nothing is visible clearly. If it were just a bit wider, it would be so fucking good..."

He pressed his eye even harder against the opening, as if trying to tear it wider himself. But then he convinced himself, "No, Sher, for now this hole is your luck. Be satisfied with what's visible, otherwise even this will slip from your hands."

The moment he took in the sight inside, Sher's breath caught right in his throat. Meera had taken off her pink saree and stood in just her blouse and petticoat. Standing before the mirror, she was unbinding her hair. The ties at the back of her blouse were untied, exposing her fair, smooth back right before Sher's eyes.

Meera bent down slowly, loosened the drawstring of her petticoat, and slid it down. As the petticoat gathered in a pile at her feet, Sher's breath hitched. Beneath the falling garment, Meera was wearing a fine pink pair of panties that could barely cover her shapely ass.

Peeking out from that tiny piece of pink silk, that fair flesh and its voluptuous shape stood before Sher in all its glory. She looked so close, so intoxicating, that a wild, agonizing craving descended into Sher's eyes.

His mind had gone completely out of control. Swallowing his spit, he muttered in a low, raspy voice:

"Holy shit! Memsaab is wearing such a tiny pair of undies inside that it exists only in name. Damn it, what is this even supposed to cover? Her whole ass is hanging out, with just a strip hanging for name's sake. What a toned, round build... swear to God, just looking at it brings my heart to my mouth!"

He curled his fingers in the air as if actually touching her, whispering in dark excitement, "Just once... if I could just get my hands on her once, I would squeeze that fair flesh hidden beneath this silk so hard that a scream would burst from Memsaab's mouth... such a moan that anyone listening would shiver to their core. Oh queen, what a piece you are!"

Just then, Meera ran her hand over her belly and began caressing it. She was inwardly conversing with her unborn child. Sher noticed that her velvety waist was glowing even brighter now.

His eyes locked onto Meera's waist. "Hey! That's the same bare stomach I touched today..." He rubbed his fingers together, as if trying to relive that touch. "So soft, like velvet. I feel like reaching my hand in right through here and caressing it again. If only... if only I got that chance once more."

Meera's hands raised, and she slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. As she took off her blouse and set it aside, Sher's heartbeat raced even faster.

Beneath it, she wore a tight pink bra that struggled helplessly to hold back the flood of her heavy, shapely breasts. That bra was so tiny that the roundness of her breasts overflowed from the top and bottom, looking as though they would tear through that silky bondage and burst free at any second.

Meera unhooked her bra from behind her back. As that silky restraint went loose, her heavy, shapely breasts tumbled free like a dam bursting open.

Sher stared with wide, wild eyes; those breasts hung like ripe, juicy fruit, their pink nipples glowing with full color and prominence at the tips.

After this, Meera slowly bent downward. Her shapely, silky ass arched upward right in front of Sher's gaze as she slowly slid her pink panties down her legs. In that bent position, Meera's body stretched into a deeply erotic arch—her heavy breasts dangling from above and her round ass protruding behind.

Sher's dick was now desperate to burst out through his pants. He stood trembling in place. Before him, Meera was now completely naked, preparing to step beneath the shower spray. She was the exact same sight Sher had seen in the morning, but today's physical touch had multiplied his lust a hundredfold.

Sher (Whispering inwardly): "Ah... Meera Madam... are you going to take my life today? If only I were in that Saab's place... I wouldn't let you rest the whole night."

Suddenly, the sound of a car stopping echoed from outside. Sartaj had likely returned. Sher instantly pulled his eye away from the hole and drew back. His heart was still pounding furiously, but he quickly slipped out of the corridor so he could greet Sartaj.

But at that moment, curses were running rampant through Sher's mind. Grinding his teeth, he muttered under his breath:

"Fuck this bastard Sartaj... motherfucker! Did he have to show up right now? The bastard ruined all the fun. If he had just waited two more minutes, I would have gotten a whole different view."

Wiping away the lust written on his face, he grumbled angrily, stomping his foot, "Bastard son of a whore, coming in to cockblock. I was staring at such a magnificent ass and he had to blow his car horn. Damn buzzkill!"

Controlling his heartbeat, he said to himself, "Let me go, otherwise the bastard will get suspicious. But I'll remember this, son... you cost me big time today."

Stepping inside, Sartaj took off his jacket and looked at Sher, asking, "Well, Sher brother, how are things? Everything good?"

Sher tried to act normal and replied, "Yes Sir, I am completely fine. Was just waiting for you, you got quite late today."

But inside Sher's brain, a totally different storm was brewing. The moment he looked at Sartaj, the sight he had just spied through the bathroom hole flashed before his eyes—Memsaab's bare back, her protruding ass, and her overflowing, shapely breasts.

He thought to himself, 'Yeah Sir, I'm doing great, after all I just finished staring at your wife's tits and ass to my heart's content... that hole really opened up my luck today.'

Sartaj offered a tired smile and said, "Yeah, there was too much work today, lost track of time. So, where is Meera Madam?"

Sher said softly, "Sir, she is in her room."

Sartaj nodded and, saying "Alright," walked with heavy steps toward his bedroom, completely unaware that just moments ago, behind the wall of that room, Sher's world had come to a standstill.

The moment Sartaj entered the room, he was met with silence. The room was empty, but then he heard the patter of falling water from the adjacent bathroom.

A deep, tired smile spread across his face. He knew Meera was inside. Forgetting his fatigue, he tiptoed toward the bathroom door, desire for his wife clear in his eyes.

On the other hand, Sher standing outside was in a strange dilemma. His mind repeatedly warned him that Sartaj was back home and getting caught now could have fatal consequences.

But the memory of Meera's shapely body, fair skin, and those pink nipples ignited a fire inside him far stronger than his fear of Sartaj.

His lust and uncontrolled curiosity triumphed over fear. The craving to see Meera's naked, intoxicating form again pulled him like an addiction. Taking a cold breath, he steadied his trembling hands and tiptoed right back to that hole.

Sartaj was in the house, danger loomed, but the desire to catch one more glimpse of Meera's body outweighed every risk.

As soon as he glued his eye back onto that tiny opening in the wall, his breathing grew heavy once more.

His eye was glued to that hole. Inside, Meera was now completely bare. She stood beneath the shower as warm water droplets slid down her shoulders, kissing the contours of her juicy body.

Sher's eyes locked first onto Meera's heavy breasts, which looked even more aroused at the touch of water. Water droplets bounced off her pink nipples and fell down. Meera lathered soap onto her hands and began stroking her flesh.

As her hands moved over her breasts, a suppressed groan slipped from Sher's throat. The sight was so erotic that Sher's hand unconsciously reached for the zipper of his pants.

Meera now moved her hand downward, onto that bare stomach that Sher had touched during the day. Wet with water, that area gleamed like polished marble. A few water droplets collected in her deep navel. As Meera's hand slid lower, Sher's heartbeat spun out of control.

Just then, Meera turned slightly under the water. Now right before Sher was her round, shapely ass. Being wet, light reflected off her skin in a way that made Sher's mind go numb. That region was so fleshy and seductive that Sher remembered the sight from earlier in the day when he had seen this roundness up close while stepping off the car.

Meera bent over and began rubbing soap onto her bare, smooth legs, bringing that rear part of her body even more prominently into view through the hole. Sher's eyes widened in shock, practically pressing his face into the tiny aperture.

His breath blew like bellows, and he muttered in pure frenzy:

"Holy shit... what fine, smooth legs! Today I just touched her calves and my heart cooled down, but the real treasure is up above. If only... if only my hand could reach this silky thigh once. Damn it, I feel like devouring her raw."

Licking his lips with his dry tongue, the demon of lust danced in his eyes. "What fleshy, fair thighs... swear to God, just looking at them would drive anyone crazy. Feel like throwing all fear aside, storming inside right now, and biting into this fair flesh with my teeth. Pure butter-like stuff, damn it, makes me want to chew it up."

He was losing control completely, his hand unconsciously stroking his own thighs as if imagining caressing Meera's heavy, smooth thighs.

Sher (With trembling lips): "Uff... what a masterpiece God has created... even a queen wouldn't possess a body like this."

As Meera's body moved, a brand-new, deeply intimate sight opened up before Sher's eyes. He saw that below, the delicate line of pink lips was clearly visible, completely bare and smooth. Sher's breath caught in his throat. Eye glued to the hole, he kept darting his gaze between the pink lips on Meera's face and those innocent, wet pink lips down below.

Having completely lost his senses, he began babbling in madness:

"Holy shit! What did I just see... those pink lips down below are sheer destruction. Completely bare and smooth! Pink lips up above and pink lips down below too... seriously, both of them are enough to drive anyone insane. Whether I look up or down, my mind is spinning."

Then another wave of jealousy toward Sartaj surged in his heart. Grinding his teeth in envy, he muttered:

"This bastard Sartaj is living the absolute dream, man! What an incredible piece he’s scored. I bet the bastard sucks on these all night long. What a feast he must enjoy, motherfucker... I wish I were in Sartaj's place, drinking the juice of both these pink lips to my heart's content. Damn, talk about luck!"

Sher's hand was now moving rapidly inside his pants. Outside, he could hear the sound of Sartaj's heavy footsteps, likely heading toward the bathroom. Sartaj was about to reach his wife, and here behind the wall, his servant was drinking in his wife's nudity with his eyes.

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Storm in the Bathroom -- 2

As the door opened amidst the patter of falling water droplets inside the bathroom, Meera froze for a moment. She turned around with a start, streams of water sliding down her wet body.

Seeing Sartaj standing there, a mix of feigned anger and shyness appeared on her face. Trying to cover her breasts with her hands, she said, "Have you no shame? Barging into someone's bathroom like this?"

Sartaj, who was still in his uniform, didn't budge from his spot. There was an intense glint in his eyes. He leisurely appraised her shapely, glistening body from her face down to her feet.

Meera's fair body and her prominent pink nipples were stoking the fire of passion inside Sartaj. Whistling softly, he took off his jacket and said, "Meera, I left shame outside just to look at you like this."

Unbuttoning his uniform, Sartaj opened his arms for Meera. There was a demand in his eyes that Meera understood all too well. With a mischievous smile, Meera stepped out from under the shower and went straight into Sartaj's arms.

Her fair, shapely frame was still dripping with water. As her wet, silky body pressed against Sartaj's uniform, water droplets began soaking his clothes. Through the hole, Sher watched Meera's heavy breasts flattening against Sartaj's chest and her hands tightening around Sartaj's shoulders.

Sartaj: (Burying his face in Meera's wet neck and shoulders, voice deep and intoxicated) "Meera... this fragrance of yours and this dripping body... make a whole day's stress vanish in a single instant."

Sartaj turned Meera toward him, looking into her dazed eyes, and began worshipping her dripping body.

Sartaj: (Rubbing his thumb over Meera's trembling lips) "These lips... like a juicy fruit dripping with honey, Meera."

Leaning down, he took Meera's lips into his mouth, sucking them with deep intensity. A suppressed moan escaped Meera's mouth, her wet hands tangling into Sartaj's hair.

Sartaj's lips slid downward onto her slender neck, where he licked away droplets of water with his tongue and left a deep love-bite.

Meera: "Ahhh... Sartaj... ummm... gently..." Her soft whimpers echoed off the bathroom walls, reaching Sher's ears outside.

Outside, eyes glued to the hole, Sher's hand moved frantically inside his pants. His whole body was drenched in sweat. He watched Sartaj's hands slide lower, cupping Meera's heavy, shapely breasts in his palms.

Sartaj: (Voice rising with growing arousal) "How shapely and how warm these are... feels as if the entire city is burning in thirst for them, yet they were made only for me."

Saying this, Sartaj leaned down. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips directly onto Meera's hardening pink nipples. He took a deep, wet kiss, lightly nipping them between his teeth while sucking them.

A dazed groan tore from Meera's mouth, "Ahhh... Sartaj... a little gentle..."

Glued to the hole outside, Sher's state was deteriorating rapidly. He saw how Sartaj's lips left their mark on that fair flesh. Sher slammed his fist against the wall, muttering in his burning mind:

"Damn it... this bastard is literally going to chew them raw. Look how the dog is enjoying himself! Wish those lips were mine... wish I were in that spot tasting this rich cream. Fuck, watching this is tearing my heart apart."

Sartaj pulled Meera back slightly for a moment, staring intently at her heavy, quivering breasts. Weighing their swell in his palm, he spoke with proud satisfaction:

Sartaj: "What a magnificent masterpiece... just looking at them makes one's soul shiver. These pale mountains... they will feed my future child. My heir will grow strong suckling on these."

Without another second's thought, he fell upon them again.

He took them into his mouth one by one, sucking with full force. Meera's entire body jerked with pleasure, her fingers tangled in Sartaj's hair, pulling his head even tighter against her chest.

Blood rushed to Sher's eyes as he watched from the hole. Grinding his teeth, he muttered in his coarse, rustic style:

"Damn bastard! Talking about feeding milk while acting like a hungry calf himself. Motherfucker... pouncing like a madman, as if he'll wring out every drop of juice today. My chest is bursting just watching this. If Memsaab gave me just one chance, I'd show her how real milk is drunk."

Sartaj's hands slid down to Meera's glowing, velvety stomach. His fingers circled her deep navel before slowly crawling downward. Sartaj dipped a finger inside Meera's navel, twirling it softly.

Sartaj: "This stomach... where my blood is growing... so sacred and so sensual."

He didn't stop there. Sartaj sank down to his knees. His hands caressed Meera's velvety, wet thighs as they moved upward.

Sher's eyes widened in shock and his breathing blew like a furnace as he watched Sartaj's fingers trace a path between the swollen lips of Meera's pussy. The instant his fingers touched that warm, silky depth, a sharp gasp escaped Meera's mouth, her nails digging into Sartaj's shoulders.

Sartaj: "Uff... so much moisture... so much intense heat here... Meera."

He buried his face between Meera's thighs, caressing that wet depth with his tongue. Meera's whimpers turned into full moans, "Ahhhh... Sartaj... I'm going to die... ummm... more... faster..."

Sher sat with his eye pressed to the hole, his body trembling with arousal. A single thought kept flashing in his mind: "Wish this hole were a little bigger... then the view of this paradise would be even clearer." He regretted that because of the wall, he couldn't take in every inch of Meera's wet, shapely frame all at once.

His hand moved relentlessly inside his pants. Taking a heavy breath, he muttered, "Have to make do with this today, Sher... what's visible is nothing short of a catastrophe anyway."

Finally, Sartaj turned Meera around, bending her against the wall. Right before Sher's eyes, directly across that tiny hole in the wall, Meera's shapely ass stood out in all its round glory. Sartaj gripped those fleshy cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart as he buried his face in that warm depth.

Sartaj: (In a deep, muffled voice) "Uff Meera... these curves... this shapeliness... you are no less than a heavenly houri. This body of yours will drive me insane!"

Meera let out a long, sharp moan, "Ahhhh... Sartaj... ummm... what are you doing... !"

Outside, Sher trembled wildly. His master's hands were squeezing the very flesh he only dreamed of touching.

Sartaj moved even faster to shed his uniform. The moment he removed his shirt, Meera locked her dazed eyes onto his. Her whimpers had morphed into a deep, helpless invitation. With wet, trembling hands, she unbuckled Sartaj's belt, trailing her fingers across Sartaj's broad, hair-covered chest.

Meera: (Voice thick with passion) "You came home so late tonight... I felt as though this thirst would burn me alive."

Sartaj offered no verbal reply; he simply cupped Meera's face in both hands and devoured her lips. Their tongues tangled inside each other's mouths. Sher saw Meera's back pressed against the wall, crushed under Sartaj's heavy weight.

Then Sartaj dropped his pants and underwear. As his massive 10-inch dick sprang free, it stood rock-hard like a red-hot iron rod.

Sher's eyes nearly bulged out of his head—he had never seen such a long, thick, terrifying tool in his life. The bulging veins along its length bore witness to his sheer masculinity and power.

Sartaj: (Whispering near Meera's ear) "Look Meera... look how desperately it craves you. Tonight it's going to rock your world."

Meera leaned down to look at that massive organ, a cool gasp escaping her lips. A strange mix of fear and desire shone in her eyes.

She touched that 10-inch glowing steel with her soft, wet fingers, stroking it gently. At her mere touch, a hiss tore from Sartaj's throat.

Meera brought her face closer, pressing a short, deep kiss against the flared, crimson head of that erect shaft. She touched the tip lightly with her tongue, causing Sartaj's hips to jerk.

Sartaj: (Grinding his teeth) "Ahhh Meera... you're going to be the death of me... ummm..."

Meera: (Looking up with mischievous eyes) "It's this hot already... what will become of me once it goes inside, Sartaj?"

Sartaj lifted Meera up, seating her on the bathroom's marble counter. He spread Meera's thighs wide open, fully exposing the pink, wet entrance of her pussy. Through the hole, Sher could see drops of her arousal dripping from there.

Sartaj began rubbing the head of his shaft against Meera's wet opening.

Sartaj: "Tell me Meera... can you feel this? This heat... ?"

Meera: (Eyes closed, whimpering) "Yes... ah... it's so hot... Sartaj, please... don't tease me anymore... put it in... fill me completely."

Meera: "Ah... Sartaj... this... this will drive me crazy."

Sartaj applied steady, gradual pressure. As the upper portion of that 10-inch scorching rod slipped inside Meera, her entire body arched like a bow. Her thighs locked around Sartaj's waist like a vise.

Sartaj: (Grinding his teeth, locking eyes with Meera) "Uff Meera... your pussy is so tight... no matter how many times you've taken it, every single time feels like I'm taking you for the first time. It's so hot and tight inside, gripping my tool from all sides as if it refuses to let go."

Meera closed her eyes, her fingernails digging into Sartaj's shoulders. Her whimpers echoed off the bathroom walls.

Meera: "Ahhhh... Sartaj... ummm... it's so huge... go slow..."

Sartaj pulled his hips back and delivered a powerful thrust. This time, the massive organ plunged 8 inches deep into Meera. A scream tore from Meera's throat—a mix of pain and overwhelming ecstasy. She pounded her hands against the wall like a madwoman.

Meera: "Oh God... Sartaj... you're so huge... ah... I can feel you hitting the top of my stomach... ah, wreck me!"

The pace of Sartaj's thrusts accelerated. The wet sloshing sound of colliding flesh and Meera's intoxicating moans drove Sher outside into complete madness.

Sher watched as with every thrust, Meera's heavy breasts bounced like waves. Every time Sartaj's massive tool pulled out and plunged back in, Meera's entire frame shuddered.

Sartaj: "Tell me Meera... how does it feel?"

Meera: "Yes... Sartaj... ahhhh... harder... I want to feel you even deeper... ummm... more... MORE!"

Outside, Sher was rubbing himself so violently inside his pants that he felt he would pass out. Drenched in sweat, his eyes remained glued to that hole as if watching a spellbinding spectacle.

Sartaj had now caught his full rhythm. Supporting Meera's shapely ass from below, he lifted her slightly and began pounding with full masculine power. With every stroke, Meera's heavy breasts bounced wildly up and down; Sartaj squeezed them in his fists, occasionally burying his face to bite them frantically.

Sartaj: (Panting, face close to Meera's) "Meera... I love you Meera! Gather... gather me completely inside you... bury me in this tight depth!"

Meera was on the threshold of climax, her eyes rolled back, arching her hips to meet Sartaj's thrusts.

Meera wrapped her fair arms around Sartaj's neck with all her strength, pulling him even closer. Drenched in sweat and water droplets, their bodies fused together so tightly that not even air could pass between them. Their heartbeats and breathing aligned in perfect unison.

Meera: (Screaming in absolute ecstasy) "Yes... YES... Sartaj! I love you too... ahhhh! I'm yours... only yours! Fill me deeper... make me yours!"

Amidst steam and falling water, their sweat-soaked bodies entangled so completely that it was impossible to tell where Sartaj ended and Meera began.

Through the hole, Sher watched it all—lust, jealousy, and wild obsession dominating his mind. Watching Sartaj's 10-inch steel plunge into Meera again and again made Sher's throat go dry.

Sher (Panting): "Yes Madam... scream... scream like that. Wish these thrusts were mine... I wouldn't let you sleep the whole night."

Sartaj: (In a deep, trembling voice) "Meera... I'm... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna pour all my love inside you!"

Meera was completely spent, her breath ragged, her fair skin glistening with sweat and water. She locked her arms tight around Sartaj's neck, whispering madly into his ear:

Meera: "Yes... Sartaj... ahhhh! Dump it... dump everything inside me... ! I want to feel how deep you can go... oh God, this is so... SO good!"

Sartaj delivered one final, deepest thrust, plunging his entire 10-inch shaft into Meera's deepest core. In that instant, Sartaj's body went rigid, letting out a deep, guttural roar.

His warm lava erupted inside Meera like a volcano. Meera's eyes rolled back as she released her entire body with a sharp scream.

Behind the hole, Sher went completely insane. Moving frantically inside his pants, a single thought consumed his mind—that it wasn't Sartaj, but himself knocking at the door of Meera's womb.

Sher (Whispering in a trembling voice): "Ah... Madam... this is mine... all of this is mine... wish I were inside you..."

Glued to the hole outside, Sher's dam broke as well. Taking a deep sigh, his body settled down with rhythmic twitches.

Sartaj: "Are you okay, my love?"

Meera: (In a spent, dazed voice) "You... you almost killed me today... it was... SO good, Sartaj."

The storm inside the bathroom quieted down, though under the spray of water, both remained wrapped around each other.

Sartaj lovingly washed Meera's wet body once again, as if wiping away the exhaustion of that precious frame. After caressing each other under the water for a while longer, Sartaj wrapped a large towel around Meera and lifted her in his powerful arms like a newborn baby.

Meera rested her head against Sartaj's chest, the intoxication of their union still in her eyes. Sartaj carried her straight toward the bedroom, his heavy footsteps making it clear that tonight was far from over.

Sher sat slumped against the wall in the dark hallway, the fabric around his zipper soaked from imagining the heat of Meera's body.

Sher took a long, trembling breath. Loosening his belt, he looked down at his now-flaccid shaft. The roar of the storm inside and Meera's intoxicating moans had broken his patience. His manhood had lost its initial stiffness and length.

Sher looked at his wet pants and muttered softly with deep longing:

"Ah damn... all the seed spilled right here. Everything wasted on this cloth."

Feeling the wetness with his fingers, he stroked his sleeping veins with naive desperation: "You shouldn't have ended up here, buddy... your real home was inside Meera's silky, pink pussy. If you'd dropped in there, both our lives would have been a success today. The warmth and peace you would've found there... how could you ever get that in these dirty pants?"

He took one last greedy look toward the hole where Sartaj and Meera were still lost in their own world. His mind remained stuck there, wishing all this 'treasure' had been deposited deep inside that pink cave.

Suddenly, a jolt of electricity rushed through Sher's body again, and his organ began gathering its lost length and power once more. Before long, it stood erect again in its full 7-inch steel form.

Sher's eyes sparkled. Looking at his throbbing organ with pride and awe, he muttered with a mischievous grin:

"Holy shit... looks like it heard my voice! It was completely limp just now, and look at it standing tall like a cobra's hood."

Squeezing the hardening flesh in his fist, he twisted it slightly and said, "Looks like this guy isn't ready to give up either. Fuck, it wants to go inside Meera's pink pussy too. It understands where the real pleasure lies. What's up, buddy? Ready so quickly to storm Madam's cave?"

Sher: (In a low, menacing voice) "Granted it's 3 inches shorter than that Sardar's 10-inch log... but where does that uniform-man have the fire of lust, the raw craving that this has? He only used you thinking of you as his wife, Meera, but when this 7-inch doom measures the depths of your flesh, you'll find out what a real man's power feels like."

He remembered Meera's screams—screams of pleasure—but now Sher intended to convert that pleasure into a terrifying sensation.

Sher: "Sartaj has kept you with love, Meera Madam... but when my thick organ carves its path inside your tight pussy, you won't cry out for love, you'll cry to save your life. I'll give you a sweet pain that will turn you into a slave to my lust. Sartaj holds you to his chest, but I'll bend you under my feet and split that ass open."

Squeezing his dick tightly one last time, he gave it a quick stroke, sending a current through his veins. A clear blueprint formed in his mind—he knew when Sartaj had to leave for duty and when Meera would be writhing alone in her bedroom.

Sher: "That waist I only stroked from the outside today, I will push all the way to its deepest end. I'll make you so addicted that you'll forget Sartaj's 10 inches and crave the havoc of my 7 inches instead. Just a little more waiting, Meera Madam... this shapely body of yours will soon be beneath me."

Adjusting his pants, he tiptoed back toward his room. A smile rested on his face that would make anyone shiver.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Sartaj Kissing meera

[Farz@123]

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[Deepak.kapoor]

An Old Memory

Sher lay flat on his back on his bedding in the servants' quarters. Staring up at the ceiling, his hand remained dbangd over his pants atop that 7-inch Lund that refused to subside. The bathroom spectacle kept playing behind his closed eyelids like a movie reel.

He rolled onto his side, letting out a heavy sigh as he muttered, "Ah man, just watching from afar isn't cutting it anymore. The fire in my body keeps rising. Feel like running over right now and squeezing Memsaab's silky body in my hands. But how?"

A deep gloom and helplessness settled over his face. He remembered the voices of Sartaj and Meera in the bathroom, lost in each other's flesh as they whispered "I love you." That love, that deep bond... shook Sher to his core. He took a long breath and spoke inwardly to his own helplessness:

"Damn it, what am I even thinking... what is my worth against Sartaj? Where is he—a high-ranking IPS officer in the city, commanding and powerful—and where am I, a mere servant. Sartaj isn't just powerful, Memsaab is completely blind in her love for him. The bastard actually respects her too, and the absolute obsession Memsaab has for him in her eyes is impossible to break."

Sher stared silently at the ceiling. He realized that surpassing Sartaj socially or physically was far beyond his capability. "There isn't a single flaw in Memsaab's character either, nor does that cop have any weakness I could exploit to blackmail them. The two were made for each other... and I've been reduced to nothing more than a bug peeping through a hole."

Just then, as he lay there, an old memory flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning. A strange wildness and glint entered his eyes. He recalled that years ago, Shankar had also relied on those special intoxicating drugs to bring Meera under his control.

A wicked smile spread across Sher's face. He was an old practitioner with those herbs himself; he knew exactly what dose to prepare that could melt even a rock-like woman like wax.

Staring at the ceiling rafters, he whispered into the dark, "Yes! I found the way. If Memsaab won't enter this lion's cage on her own accord, I'll drag her into a world of intoxication where there won't be a trace of awareness left. The game Shankar started, this Sher will finish."

He slammed his fist against the mattress and stroking his erect organ, said, "Just hold on a bit longer, buddy... soon I'll prepare such a medicine that Memsaab herself will come running to you with that pink cave of hers. Then neither Sartaj will be remembered nor any loyalty... there will only be you and that intoxicating, fair flesh of hers."

Lying on the bed, Sher was immersed in these tangled thoughts, but his mind now began connecting the old dots rapidly. He rolled over and stared at the ceiling beams, wondering how Sartaj and Meera had met in the first place.

He remembered that his brother Shankar always talked about Meera, but he had never so much as uttered Sartaj's name. Then suddenly Shankar met his death... and along with him, all those videos Shankar used to blackmail Meera disappeared as well. The locker was empty, evidence wiped clean.

Scratching his beard, Sher muttered, "At that time, Memsaab was Aarav's wife. Then a year later came news that Aarav was killed in a car accident... and not even 7 or 8 months had passed before news of Meera and Sartaj's wedding took flight."

He took a deep breath and said in a hushed voice, "Even back then it crossed my mind that if there was one man who could rescue Meera Memsaab from Shankar's clutches, it could only be this Sartaj. After all, he's an IPS officer—power and the law are both in his hands. The bastard cleverly removed the thorns from Memsaab's life and crowned himself her king."

Sher now realized he wasn't up against an ordinary man, but the savior who had dragged Meera out of hell. He clenched his fist and thought to himself, 'Sartaj saved her, gave her love... that's why Memsaab adores him to death. Penetrating this fortress directly is impossible. Here, only brains and that potion will work.'

That demonic glint returned to his eyes once again. "Alright officer, you pulled her out of hell, now this Sher will show her such heavenly dreams that even while conscious she'll remain loyal to you, yet quench my thirst in her sleep."

The next morning, Sher crouched in a dark corner of his small quarters. Laid out before him were old herbs, powdered roots, and a small glass vial. His eyes sparkled with thrill. He was mixing those ingredients with extreme caution, knowing that a single minor mistake could ruin the entire plot.

Adding a pinch of dark powder, he muttered in his heavy voice: "Yes... this is the stuff. After drinking this, Memsaab will sink into such a deep sleep that even if lightning strikes outside, her eyes won't open. But the real magic of this potion lies elsewhere..."

He shook the vial and said with a devious grin, "Deep sleep is a given, but inside, a fire of lust will flare up so intensely that every pore of her skin will crave to be touched. And the best part is, if someone touches her or makes love to her in her sleep, she'll think she's merely having a beautiful, intoxicating dream. When she wakes up in the morning, her body will ache with a sweet soreness, but she won't remember a thing."

Sher capped the vial and stroked it affectionately, saying, "Get ready, Sher, the path to Memsaab's fair flesh and pink lips is clear now. Drowned in the intoxication of this potion, this 7-inch steel will measure the depths of her silky cave, and she'll think an angel has come into her dreams to give her a tour of paradise."

In Sher's eyes, there wasn't just raw lust, but a deep, calculating cunning. Rotating the vial in his palm, he took a cold breath. He remembered that Shankar had made the exact same mistake—haste. Shankar had assumed that on the strength of drugs alone he could conquer Memsaab's body, but how could he have known that Sartaj would stand as a wall between them? Sartaj didn't just save Memsaab, he slaughtered Shankar like a dog.

Muttering to himself, Sher said, "Nah brother, not yet... Shankar got reckless just like that. Sartaj is no ordinary push-over; Sher first needs to see how deep that wrestler has sunk his roots into Memsaab's heart. Until Sartaj's entire rap sheet is in hand, this 7-inch steel is better off staying in its sheath."

Sher was no amateur player. He knew that until he weighed Sartaj's strength and the depth of Memsaab's attachment to him, making a move would be like putting his own neck in a noose.

Only one thought was spinning in his head now—to probe Meera Memsaab. He wanted to observe how her facial expressions changed at the mere mention of Sartaj's name. Was he merely her protector, or did his reach extend all the way into her soul?

He concealed the vial, stepped out of his room, and began watching toward Memsaab's room, waiting for the right moment.

[Farz@123]

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wow.. nice erotica thriller bro
just came across this story and loving the flow
eagerly waiting to see whats in store for meera

[Deepak.kapoor]

Layers of Yesterday

After Sartaj left for the office, Sher found his opportunity. He approached Meera, who was standing on the balcony looking outside. Sher softened his voice, making it sound respectful and humble.

Sher: "Memsaab... if you don't mind, may I ask you something?"

Meera looked at him, casually replying, "Yes Sher, speak, what is it?"

Sher hesitated slightly, keeping his eyes fixed on Meera's face as he spoke, "Memsaab, looking at you and Sir, it's clear you love Sartaj Sir deeply. But sometimes the respect in your eyes for him seems even deeper than love. It feels as if your bond isn't just about love, but something far greater... as though he did something for you that you can never forget."

The expression on Meera's face shifted for a moment. An old memory and that boundless respect for Sartaj surfaced in her eyes—the very thing Sher was eager to gauge.

Taking a deep breath, Meera smiled softly, "You guessed right, Sher. Sartaj isn't just my husband... he is my savior. He supported me and pulled me out of the dark when I thought my life was over. The respect I have for him stands above any relationship in this world."

Meera's gaze drifted into the void, as if returning to the dark alleys of her past. A quiet stillness descended upon her face.

Taking a long, heavy breath, Meera said, "Sher, I have never seen a man like Sartaj in my entire life. We studied together in college. He loved me silently, but he never uttered a single word. He just watched me from afar. Later, according to my family's wishes, I got married to Aarav. Aarav was a good man; I liked him and was very happy in my married life."

She closed her eyes, as if trying to blur that memory, before continuing in a low voice, "But then... while living with Aarav, I fell into a deep trap from which I saw no way out. I thought I would lose everything. At that moment, I remembered Sartaj. I went to him as a friend and asked if he could help me."

Sher stood listening quietly, but his mind was racing. He understood that in the name of 'friendship,' Sartaj had fought a battle Meera couldn't fight herself.

Sher asked, "So Sir helped you, Memsaab?"

A faint glint of tears surfaced in Meera's eyes as she nodded, "Help? Sher, he put his very life on the line to drag me out of that hell. He didn't just save me, he didn't let a single scratch touch my honor. Whatever I am today is entirely because of him."

Sher bowed his head, but muttered inwardly, 'So that's how it is... the old lover played the savior and won the prize. But Memsaab, to take off those glasses of gratitude, I made that potion. When deep sleep takes over, you won't remember Aarav or Sartaj's favors... there will only be this Sher and your fair flesh.'

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After Sher left, Meera returned to the silence of her bedroom. She picked up Sartaj's photo resting on the table and gazed at it affectionately. The layers of yesterday began unspooling in her mind.

Pressing the photo to her chest, she whispered with a choked voice, "Sartaj... I still remember the day I found out you never married anyone in my memory. I was living my married life, and you were living alone, carrying my memories. Then fate struck such a blow that I was forced to come to you for help."

A tear slipped from Meera's eyes, dropping onto the photo frame.

"You took my pain as your own and pulled me out of that hell... without any expectation, without any greed. When Shankar died and everything settled down, three months later when I met you, my head was bowed under the weight of gratitude."

"I felt that since you had done so much for me, I should surrender this body to you... I offered it to you myself."

She continued whispering with a bitter, emotional smile, "I knew you had loved me silently for years; I thought you wouldn't refuse. But even then, holding my hand, you turned me down."

She recalled how Sartaj had rejected her offer, saying, "If I accept this offer of yours today, what difference will be left between me and Shankar?"

Tears fell from her eyes as she remembered Sartaj's words: "You said you couldn't accept such a 'favor' from a friend. You said I owed you nothing."

Meera took a cold breath, "The very body Shankar was swallowing like a black hole to trade, you refused to take even as a gift. You respected my soul, Sartaj... that's why today I am not just your wife, I am your devotee."

Meera sank deeper into the ocean of her memories. She brought Sartaj's photo close to her face, looking into his eyes as she spoke, "Sartaj, that day by rejecting my body, you won my soul. A love awakened in my heart for you that was far above physical desire... it was pure and spiritual. But you... you started running away from me."

The scene of that wedding floated before her eyes. "Then I invited you to Riya's wedding. Riya... my sister-in-law, whom you saved from that same hell of Shankar's. When Riya folded her hands to thank you, you smiled, stroked her head, and said—'Sisters don't thank brothers, it was just my duty.' That simplicity of yours captured my heart completely."

A maternal smile touched Meera's face. "That was where I met your daughter Jyoti for the first time. When I learned the truth, I was stunned. That innocent little girl whose parents were killed in a gang war... in the chaos of that security officer station, when that crying child held your hand, you made her yours forever. An unmarried man gave an orphan child his own name as her father... that day, my respect for you touched the sky."

Then Meera's tone grew soft and somber. "But after that wedding, you vanished again. As if you wanted to run far away from me... perhaps you feared that coming close to me might spark some greed or weak thought in your mind. You wanted to keep the wall of your righteousness so high that no harm would ever touch me."

The tears streaming from Meera's eyes refused to stop now. That single question from Sher had broken an old dam of memories. Clutching Sartaj's photo in her trembling hands, she sobbed.

"You vanished again with your daughter... as if after fulfilling your duty, you wanted to leave my life forever. I searched frantically for your name in newspapers, waited for news of you on TV. Then one day came the news that you were critically injured in an encounter. My breath almost left my body."

She recalled how she tried frantically to reach him when her phone rang. "Jyoti called me from the hospital... that's when I learned you had instructed Jyoti that if anything happened to you or if you passed away, she should only come to me. Even in your final moments, you trusted only me."

Meera's throat tightened, "I rushed to the hospital. When I saw you lying lifeless on that bed wrapped in bandages... I felt as though all the air was sucked out of my chest. My heart forgot how to beat. In that moment, I realized what you meant to me… you weren't just a friend, you had become my reason to live."

She rested her head against the picture, remembering that terrifying hospital scene where Sartaj's battle between life and death had broken Meera completely. She wept continuously, crushed under the weight of gratitude and love that Sartaj had never even flaunted.

Meera's tears rolled down her cheeks onto Sartaj's photo. She could still feel the coldness and suffocation of those hospital corridors today.

"You were in the ICU, hovering between life and death. I was trying to stay strong in front of Jyoti because that little girl was completely shattered. Just then, the nurse came and handed me all your personal belongings so I could keep them safe."

Meera closed her eyes, as if standing in that room once again. "Jyoti was just a child, playing with your car keys. Then she picked up your wallet, opened it, and chimed happily—'Auntie, look! Papa has a photo of me and you in his wallet.' Those innocent words pierced my heart like a blade."

She remembered taking Sartaj's old leather wallet into her trembling hands. "When I looked, alongside Jyoti's photo was that old picture of me from our college days. That photo was so old its edges were curling, yet you had preserved it like a priceless treasure."

Meera's sobs grew heavier. "In that single moment, I realized how deeply you had loved me all these years. For so long, without saying a word, without any hope, you had kept me closest to your heart. You kept chanting my name in your silence while I remained blind to it. That day I realized how much yearning and love lay hidden behind your silence."

Meera kissed the photo and closed her eyes, as if repeating the vow she took in that cold hospital corridor.

"In that moment, I made a promise to myself, a solemn vow that I would go to any length to save you. I immediately called my husband Aarav and my parents-in-law. I  told them Sartaj was in the ICU and had no one of his own in this city besides little Jyoti, so until he recovered completely, I would stay by his side at the hospital."

A faint smile appeared on Meera's face as she recalled her family's reaction. "Aarav and Mom-Dad didn't hesitate for a second. In their eyes, you were always a deeply respected person and a true friend to me. They just said—'Of course Meera, you stay there and take full care of him, there's nothing to worry about.'"

She took a long, deep breath, "They never knew how you had protected the honor of their daughter Riya and their daughter-in-law, meaning me. To them, you were just a 'good friend,' but to me, you were the savior who had nourished our entire family's dignity with your blood. They were oblivious to the sacrifice you carried in your silence, and I... I was simply praying for your safety."

Meera pressed Sartaj's photo against her face, the string of memories coming to rest on that one phone call that changed her world.

"In the hospital while you were unconscious, your sister called from Canada on your mobile. With trembling hands, I picked up the phone and told her you were in the ICU. The moment she realized it was Meera speaking, a strange comfort filled her voice. She simply said—'Meera? Thank God you're with him. Now I know he'll be fine because he's in the right hands. Back in college, he always used to talk about you.'"

Tears streamed down Meera's eyes again. "I was stunned... my head spun hearing that. It felt as though the whole world knew about your silent love except me. Your sister, your friends, perhaps everyone knew how desperately you loved me, only I remained blind, failing to see that boundless desire."

She took a long breath, staring into the eyes in the photo as she whispered, "You never let your love become your weakness, Sartaj. You made it a strength so that even from afar you kept protecting me. I still regret taking so long to understand you."

A pained smile touched Meera's face as she recalled that night.

"When Chandan brought us home from the hospital, his only goal was for me and Jyoti to get some rest. Chandan had lovingly said, 'Memsaab, Jyoti is young, she needs home sleep, and you must gather strength too.' Arriving home, I fed Jyoti and put her to sleep, but my mind remained stuck at the hospital with you."

Meera ran her fingers over her eyes, as if looking at that phone screen again. "I needed to update your sister on your health, but your phone was locked. I didn't have her number either. I was anxious, wondering what the code could be. Then, on a whim, I typed the four digits of my birthdate... and the phone unlocked."

Meera's voice grew heavy again. "I was thunderstruck, Sartaj. You were away from me for years, you never even wished me a happy birthday because I was someone else's wife... you never crossed your boundaries. Yet your phone unlocked with my birthdate. You pretended to forget me, but the truth was my existence was woven into every breath and every possession of yours."

She pressed the photo to her forehead, weeping softly. "How alone did you bear all this? How quietly did you nurture a love that could never be yours?"

The trail of Meera's memories now rested on the anxiety of that night when Sartaj was fighting death at the hospital and she was praying for him at home.

She folded her hands toward the picture of Guru Gobind Singh Ji hanging in the corner of the room. Though Meera herself practiced Hinduism, she knew very well what Sartaj's ideals were. Sartaj's entire life was woven around the teachings of Guru Gobind Singh Ji and the discipline of a 'Saint-Soldier.'

Recalling that night, Meera prayed, "O Waheguru... protect this true follower of yours. Let nothing happen to him. He is a true Saint-Soldier who never crossed his boundaries."

She remembered those college days when Sartaj often said that whenever a difficult crossroad arose in his life or he had to choose a tough option, he thought of only one thing—'What would my Guru Maharaj do in this situation?' That very ideal had kept him unwavering in his silent love for Meera as well. He had never let that love be tarnished by lust or betrayal.

Meera wiped her tears, muttering to herself, "Sartaj, you are a true disciple of that Guru who never learned to bow down. And I... I will remain your shadow now."

The caravan of Meera's memories came to a halt on that emotional moment when the old house servant Chandan also sat on his knees beside her. That night the silence was so deep that their soft whimpers echoed off the walls.

Tears streamed from Chandan's eyes, his throat choked. Folding his trembling hands, he had said to Meera, "Memsaab, I've spent my entire life, but I haven't seen a human being like Sartaj Sir to this day. God cannot snatch such a jewel from us."

Meera had seen Chandan's very soul tremble as he recalled an old incident. Chandan wept, saying, "Memsaab, when my daughter scored great marks in 12th grade and dreamed of becoming a doctor, I didn't have enough money to send her to medical college. I told my girl we couldn't afford such a big college. That's just our fate."

Wiping his eyes, Chandan continued, "When Sir found out about this from somewhere, he called me over and scolded me. He said—'Chandan, your girl is like my own daughter. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Don't worry, I'll bear all the expenses for her studies and her becoming a doctor.' Memsaab, without telling anyone, he built my daughter's future. Dear God, spare this good man's life."

Meera listened to Chandan's words, feeling as though there was no end to Sartaj's goodness. He wasn't just a fine officer, but an angel who quietly wiped away the tears of others. That night, their joint prayers carried a single desperate plea—for that 'Saint-Soldier' to just open his eyes once.

Meera touched Sartaj's photo to her cheeks, as if still feeling the warmth of that old smile. She still remembered that first ray of relief after those grueling days.

"Perhaps Guru Maharaj heard our plea that day, Sartaj. You gradually began slipping from the clutches of death. Your health began to improve, and I dedicated all my time, my entire soul to standing you back up on your feet. From changing your bandages to feeding you medicine, I remembered nothing else."

A tender smile bloomed on Meera's lips. "One day, when you regained full consciousness, you showed that same old nobility of yours. You softly tried to stop me, telling me not to waste so much of my time on you. I remember, that day for the first time I got furious with you. In anger I said—'Lie down quietly, I'm not going to listen to a word from you!'"

Meera recalled how Sartaj reacted at that moment. "At my scolding, a smile appeared on your face that I can never forget. It felt as if you found my claiming of authority, my anger, so endearing."

"Then I told you that Aarav and my entire family stood behind my decision and wanted me to serve you."

She took a long breath. "The peace that appeared on your face at that moment pierced my heart. You were wrapped in bandages on a hospital bed, returning from a fight with death, yet even then your only worry was that your presence shouldn't bring any bitterness into my married life. Forgetting your own plight, you were thinking about the peace of my home."

Pressing Sartaj's photo to her chest, Meera remembered the day the wall of their restraint wobbled slightly for the first time. That scene floated before her eyes like a vivid picture.

"You had returned home from the hospital and were recovering well. I still remember, I wore a white saree that day. You were lying on the bed, and I leaned over to adjust the pillow beneath your head. In that exact moment... my saree's pallu slipped from my shoulder."

A faint tremble touched Meera's voice. "I didn't even realize my pallu had fallen. My breasts hung free beneath that sheer white cloth like juicy fruits right before you. For the first time, I saw a crack in those strong eyes of yours. Your gaze rested there for a few lingering seconds... I saw how your breathing turned heavy and how your restraint fell to its knees for that single moment."

She closed her eyes, as if feeling that intense tension even today. "But you were Sartaj... using all your willpower, you turned your eyes away. Your mood was changed the entire day, you were silent, as if fighting with yourself. And the very next day when I arrived, you told me bluntly that you had been transferred and were leaving the city."

Meera smiled, but pain lingered in her eyes. "I knew, Sartaj, you weren't leaving because of work. You were running from that pull, that craving that was drawing you toward me. You feared that pull might burn our sacred bond to ashes. You wanted to surrender and run away again so no harm would touch my life."

Meera touched the photo to her lips, as if kissing Sartaj's selfless soul. Every single word of that farewell night echoed in her ears today.

"Before the transfer, you invited my entire family over for dinner. I thought you would merely say thank you, but what you did was something no one expected."

"Holding Aarav's hand in front of everyone, you said—'Aarav Babu, it takes a massive heart to send your wife day and night to the hospital to drag a friend out of death's jaws. I will remain indebted to you for life. And as for Meera's debt, I can never repay it, because she dragged me back from death's door.'"

Tears flowed from Meera's eyes once again. "But then you said something that shook us all to the core. You spoke to everyone about your will and Jyoti's responsibility."

"You said—'Seeing my death up close, I have made some decisions. In my absence, all my property and the legal guardianship of Jyoti will belong to Meera. I know Meera will raise Jyoti like her own child, just as she has been doing these past few days.'"

Shaking the photo, Meera spoke in a mix of anger and love, "At that moment, I felt like slapping you hard right in front of everyone! How could you talk about your death so casually, Sartaj? What did you think—you would leave and I would just keep raising Jyoti on your memories? You elevated my respect before the whole world, but you tore my heart open."

The journey of Meera's memories now reached that period in Nagpur. Sartaj's transfer had created miles of distance between them once more, but this time he couldn't vanish completely.

"You left, Sartaj, but you couldn't take little Jyoti's heart with you. That girl had bonded with me so deeply that keeping her away from me wasn't possible even for you. That's why during every vacation you would send her to me in Pune. Even if on the pretext of Jyoti, a piece of you was always chattering away in my home."

Meera recalled how Sartaj, even from afar, remained a protective shadow over her family. "In my father's property case when all paths were blocked, you used your identity and contacts to solve that trouble. When Dad tried to thank you, you silenced him simply by saying—'Meera's family is my own family.' You never flaunted a favor, just quietly fulfilled your duty."

A deep serenity settled in Meera's eyes. She remembered how Sartaj, without an ounce of self-interest, had won the complete trust of both her maiden and marital homes.

The caravan of Meera's memories came to a halt on the saddest, darkest night of all—when Aarav died in a car accident. Remembering it still made Meera's heart tremble today.

"Aarav's sudden passing destroyed my world, Sartaj. I was so drowned in shock that I had no awareness of anything around me. But as soon as you got the news, you arrived here from Nagpur within hours."

Meera took a cold breath, remembering those days when Sartaj stood as a powerful shield before her family. "My father-in-law was completely shattered after losing his young son. You handled everything from paperwork to the last rites as if you were a real son of this house."

She remembered how for seven days Sartaj cared for everyone like a shadow, and when things stabilized slightly, he quietly returned to his duty.

Respect for her father-in-law surfaced in Meera's eyes as she recalled his words. "After you left, Dad Ji told me—'Meera, Sartaj is just like a real son. Without a word, he took on all the responsibilities Aarav would have had to bear. He truly understood what phase we and you were going through.' That selfless service of yours carved a place in my in-laws' hearts that no one else could ever take."

Meera kissed the photo repeatedly, pressing it to her chest. She could never forget those six months when she had turned into a living corpse.

"I was trapped in a deep, dark well for six months, Sartaj. I had no awareness of the world or myself. When you heard about my condition from Dad Ji, you were the one who sent Riya to me and invited us both to Nagpur so I could step out from the walls of that house."

She remembered how Sartaj had rebuilt her nest straw by straw. "There you cared for me as one handles a delicate glass doll. And then one evening... you broke your years of silence. You told me you wanted to cherish me on your eyelids for life. You didn't just convince me, but went to my in-laws to assure them of your noble intentions—that you would give me a complete family."

"Sher... you were asking what lies in my eyes beyond love, right? He is my everything. My life, my honor, my existence... everything is thanks to Sartaj. He is not just my husband, he is my God."

Meanwhile, sitting in his quarters, Sher was polishing that magic vial. He had an idea of Meera's deep loyalty, but he was confident his herbs possessed the strength to tear away this curtain of 'greatness' and 'respect.'

Kissing the vial, Sher said: "Playing the gentleman, are you, Officer? But this Sher isn't so noble. The rich cream you left behind in the name of favor, this Sher will now taste on the strength of his drug. Memsaab won't even realize when her 'savior' changed and when this 'predator' reached her bed."

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A Shock for Sher

The evening had set in, and the sound of Sartaj's official vehicle coming to a halt outside the bungalow echoed through the courtyard. As the heavy thud of boots and the rustle of his uniform resonated on the stairs, a vivid shiver ran through Meera's body.

Meera had spent the entire afternoon clad in that sheer blue saree, reflecting on what Sartaj meant in her life. From the silent, unspoken affection of their college days to his role as her ultimate savior, every memory surged within her heart, turning her love for Sartaj into an uncontrollable tide.

The moment Sartaj opened the main entrance, Meera moved toward him at lightning speed, wrapping her arms around him in a passionate embrace. Sartaj pulled her into the tight circle of his arms. His broad, firm hands slid down her thin waist, coming to rest over the bare, velvety skin of her stomach beneath the saree. He pulled her flush against his body.

Meera was completely oblivious to her surroundings; she did not care whether anyone was watching. She began showering kisses all over Sartaj's face—his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead. In that intense embrace, her heavy, warm breasts pressed firmly against the solid frame of his uniform-clad chest.

Standing near the kitchen door, Sher was taking in the entire scene. He held a glass of water in his hand, but his gaze remained glued to Meera's absolute surrender and Sartaj's commanding grip. His face flushed red with jealousy and rage, though he remained silent.

His eyes locked onto Sartaj's strong hands, which were squeezing the soft, smooth skin of Meera's bare waist with his fingers.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Holy shit... this sight is tearing me apart. Look at how Saab's hands are pressing into that soft skin... Wish those were my hands instead, plunging my fingers into the deep swirl of her navel and absorbing the warmth of her frame into my palms. She isn't just a woman, she's a living flame.'


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Damn my fate... if it were my dark body pressed against her instead of that stiff uniform, I would be feeling the softness of those breasts today. Damn it, this right should have been mine.'

Meera: (Tears in her eyes and a desperate longing on her face, clinging to Sartaj's chest) "Sartaj!"

Sartaj: (In a voice filled with surprise and affection) "Hey... Meera? What happened, my love? So much anxiety and so much affection... is everything alright?"


Meera: (Inhaling his scent deeply and holding him even tighter) "Nothing... I just realized today how deeply I love you. I felt as if I forgot to tell you what you truly mean to me."


Sartaj: (Smiling softly, stroking her hair) "You're crazy. You don't need to tell me, I feel myself in your every heartbeat. What brought this on all of a sudden today?"

Meera: (Resting her head against his broad chest) "I don't know... perhaps some layers of yesterday unraveled today. I remembered how you pulled me out of that hell. Sartaj, if you hadn't held my hand back then, where would I be today?"

Sartaj: (Solemnly, cupping her face in his hands and looking into her eyes) "Meera, I told you before and I'll say it again—it was my duty. For a friend, for a human being. And today, you are my wife. Don't bring tears to these beautiful eyes by dwelling on that past."

Meera: (Sobbing softly) "No Sartaj, that wasn't just duty. That was your silent love which I failed to understand for years. Forgive me for taking so long to realize it."

Sartaj: (Kissing her gently, voice low and intimate) "Don't speak of forgiveness, Meera. The home, the family, and the love you have given me have healed every single wound of mine. Now... just wipe these tears."

Sartaj gently drew Meera back from his arms, pressing a tender kiss against her forehead as he spoke in his deep, resonant voice.

Sartaj: "Meera, today was a very taxing day, but hearing these words from you has wiped away all my exhaustion. Come, let's go out for dinner tonight. Go get Jyoti ready while I freshen up."

Meera smiled, squeezing Sartaj's hand before heading toward Jyoti's room.

Sartaj walked toward the bathroom attached to his bedroom, humming a tune. He unbuckled his uniform belt, took off his shirt, and stood before the mirror.

As he turned to switch on the hot water shower, his gaze caught the corner of the wall where a wooden cabinet rested. Right beside that cabinet, between the tiles, a tiny hole looked distinctly unusual to him.

Sartaj was a seasoned IPS officer whose eyes were trained to spot the subtle clues. He stepped closer and examined the hole attentively.

Sartaj [To Himself]: 'What is this? This hole wasn't here before... or was it? Is this the work of termites, or did someone deliberately drill here?'

He extended his hand and touched the aperture. The hole had been carved neatly, right at eye level. Sartaj pressed one eye against the opening, trying to look through to the other side, but encountered only darkness.

In reality, on the other side inside the storeroom, Sher had fitted a small wooden plug over the hole's mouth so no one could look through from the bathroom side.

Sartaj measured the depth of the hole with his finger; it extended deep into the structure. A subtle crease formed on his forehead. 

He could not immediately tell whether the hole was created recently or was an old flaw left behind during repairs. He stood there contemplating for a moment, a sliver of suspicion entering his officer's mind, though he lacked concrete proof.

Sartaj kept staring at the hole. As an experienced security officer officer, he knew that catching a culprit often required playing oblivious. He narrowed his eyes, lost in thought.

Sartaj [To Himself]: 'If I raise an alarm right now, the predator will flee. I need to find out whether this hole is part of some old repair work or if someone is actively breaching our privacy right this second.'

Just then, a clever tactic struck his mind. He picked up a tube of toothpaste resting nearby, squeezed a small amount onto his finger, and meticulously sealed the hole from the bathroom side. The white paste blended seamlessly into the tiles, making it impossible to tell at first glance that an opening ever existed.

It was a silent trap.

Sartaj thought with a cool smile, 'Now the game begins. If this paste gets dislodged or the hole is cleared out over the next few days, it will mean someone on the other side is trying to clear it. That person is present inside this very house, watching us. But if the paste remains untouched, it means it's just an old hole.'


Stepping out of the bathroom, he began getting dressed. His face was completely calm, as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.


Sartaj did not let a trace of his suspicion show on his face. He knew that if he mentioned anything to Meera, she would panic, shattering her sense of security. Like a master strategist, he buried the secret deep in his chest.

Sartaj: (Laughing) "Let's go, Meera! Jyoti, my child, you look like a little doll. Today, both of Papa's queens are looking the most beautiful."

Meera was delighted seeing Sartaj's relaxed demeanor, completely unaware that behind the shoulder she was leaning on, her husband's mind had already begun spinning a web to trap a predator.

They all boarded their vehicle and arrived at a luxurious, famous restaurant in the city. As Sartaj's black SUV pulled into the restaurant's portico, the venue buzzed with activity.

It was the most premium restaurant in town. As they stepped inside, the owner, Mr. Khanna—an old acquaintance and admirer of Sartaj's work—personally rushed forward to welcome them.

Mr. Khanna: (With folded hands, deeply respectful) "Ah! Sartaj Sir, our restaurant is honored today. Welcome, welcome! Meera Ji, greetings."

Mr. Khanna personally led them to the finest reserved corner table, offering a scenic view of the city lights.

Mr. Khanna: (Gesturing to the waiter) "Sartaj Sir and his family are our guests tonight. Tell the chef that the absolute best menu items should be served at this table."

Sartaj chatted merrily, feeding Jyoti and sharing laughs with Meera. From the outside, he appeared to be a content, stress-free husband, but a window in his mind remained locked onto that hole in the bathroom wall.

While Sartaj, Meera, and Jyoti were enjoying their dinner at the restaurant, a different demon had awakened inside Sher back at the bungalow. He knew he had at least an hour or two. An obsession took hold of him—he wanted to steal Meera's silky garments as 'trophies,' the very ones he had watched slip off her body.

He tiptoed into their master bedroom. The lingering scent of Meera's perfume hung in the air, fueling Sher's dark desires further. He eagerly opened a drawer in Meera's wardrobe. Among the neatly stacked clothes, he pulled out two sets of silk bras and panties—one in black and one in deep crimson. He stuffed them into his pocket, but his craving remained unsatisfied.

A toxic thought crossed his mind: the clothes Meera took off before her bath this evening would carry the genuine scent and warmth of her skin. Driven by this urge, he moved from the bedroom toward the attached bathroom.

The atmosphere inside the bathroom was still slightly damp. His eyes landed on the corner where Meera had discarded her worn pink bra and panties. Sher pounced on them, his eyes gleaming. 

Bringing the garments close to his face, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. That intoxicating scent of Meera's flesh rushed through his veins like an electric surge. He was on the verge of losing himself in that sensation when...

His eyes fell upon the hole in the wall that he had laboriously created.

Suddenly, the blood in Sher's body ran cold. He froze in his tracks.

Where that fine opening was supposed to be, a white substance now coated the tile.

The hole was completely sealed shut. Sher's breath caught in his throat, his hands trembling violently as his heart hammered against his ribs.

Sher [Internal Terror]: 'What... what is this? Who closed this hole? Did Memsaab notice it? Or... or was it the Sartaj ?'

Cold drops of sweat beaded on his forehead. He could not comprehend whether someone had done this inadvertently or if a trap had been laid to catch him.

A wave of terror surged through Sher's body. He knew Sartaj Singh was a seasoned hunter. Sartaj had neither questioned anyone about the hole nor raised an alarm—he had simply sealed it in absolute silence. It was a security officer officer's method of boxing in a criminal.

Sher [Internal Terror]: 'The Inspector turned out to be extremely sharp! He quietly shut this path and must now be waiting to see which mouse comes to clear it open again. If I touch this, my death is guaranteed.'

For a few moments, a wave of intense anger surged within him. He felt an agonizing frustration knowing that his daily 'color show' was now cancelled. He could not bear losing the habit of watching Meera naked through that opening. But then, his mind took a new turn. A wild, predatory glint returned to his eyes.

Sher [Internal Dialogue]: 'Alright, Inspector... you may have sealed the hole, but you cannot seal the path of this Sher's lust. The time for watching from afar is over. Now is the time to use that herbal potion. No more curtains—only direct possession.'

With utmost caution and dexterity, Sher placed Meera's discarded bra and panties back exactly where he had found them. He did not disturb a single thread, ensuring no one could suspect anyone had entered the room.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he took one last look at the sealed hole and swore a dark oath.

Sher's Resolve: "Enough watching from afar... these eyes are tired of just looking. Now these hands will squeeze those heavy breasts. These lips will taste that bare, velvety stomach... and absorb the warmth of those pink lips down below into my soul. Sartaj Singh, seal the hole or seal the door... this Sher will now reach that bed directly."

His intent was no longer merely to observe, but to completely claim Meera's silky frame.

Upon returning home, Sartaj maintained his composed demeanor. Finding an opportune moment, he stepped into the bathroom and immediately checked the white spot on the wall.

The toothpaste mark remained completely intact—white, dry, and undisturbed. Sartaj took a breath of relief, though his suspicion was not entirely dispelled. 

He carefully inspected the room and bathroom, examining Meera's arranged belongings, but everything sat in its proper place. Sher's cunning had worked; he had replaced the clothes so meticulously that even an experienced officer could not detect they had been handled.

Sartaj [To Himself]: 'Everything seems normal. Perhaps this hole really was old and no one has tampered with it yet. But wearing this security officer uniform, I've learned one lesson—never spring the trap until the predator steps right into the snare.'

He decided not to rush into action. He resolved to keep a close eye on this opening over the coming days. If it was an active threat, the intruder would eventually try to clear the paste.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the house, Sher sat in the dark, clutching his black potion vial in his palm with a sinister smile. He knew the Inspector's eyes were now locked on the wall, which was why he had shifted his target away from the wall and straight onto the bed.

The night deepened. Sartaj and Meera lay close together on the bed, Meera resting her head against Sartaj's chest as she drifted off to sleep.

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Sher's Campaign - 1

The next afternoon, a deep silence pervaded the house. Sartaj was busy at his office, while Jyoti was attending her classes at sch**l. Meera was sitting on a comfortable sofa in the living room, lost in a romantic novel.

She was wearing a yellow saree that suited her fair complexion beautifully. The pallu of her saree drifted gently, offering a subtle glimpse of her waist.

Sher, stepped quietly out of the kitchen holding a glass of fresh pomegranate juice. He had slyly mixed a special drug into it—a concoction designed to send a wave of heat surging through the body, stimulate the nerves, and lull the mind into a heavy, intoxicating sleep.

The drug was so potent that whoever drank it would drift off into a dreamworld where the boundary between reality and fantasy completely blurred.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Today, Memsahib... today this lion goes straight into the cave. Every single drop of this juice will ignite a fire in your veins, making you forget Sartaj and call out for me instead.'

Sher: (In a respectful tone, though a hidden spark gleamed in his eyes) "Memsahib, Sahib gave me strict instructions because you never drink your juice on time. Here, please take this—I just squeezed it fresh from the pomegranates. I even added a bit of cardamom to enhance the flavor."

Meera lifted her eyes from the book and accepted the glass with a smile. She began sipping the juice slowly. With every swallow, her face looked refreshed.

"Thank you, Sher. You take such good care of things."

About ten minutes later, Meera felt a strange heaviness weigh down her eyes. Her eyelids grew drowsy, and the book slipped from her fingers onto the sofa. She lay back right there, thinking she would just take a quick nap.

However, the drug had already worked its spell—she sank into a deep unconsciousness as a surreal warmth spread throughout her body, stirring erotic dreams in her mind. Her lips parted slightly, and her breathing turned shallow and fast.

Sher tiptoed closer. He saw that Meera’s body had gone completely limp. Her pallu trailed down toward the floor, leaving her bare belly and deep navel exposed to the cool air.

Sher knelt beside her on the floor. First, he drank in the sight of her face. The drug’s effect had taken hold; her lips were softly open, and a delicate flush had spread across her cheeks.

Trembling, Sher placed his fingers against the soles of her feet. The moment his touch met that velvety skin, a rush of heat surged through his body. His touch was so soft that, in her slumber, Meera felt only a light tickle. Sher’s breath quickened as his fingers slid slowly over her toes, caressing them gently.

Sher: (Whispering under his breath, barely loud enough for himself to hear) "Oh... so soft... just like velvet. Memsoba, you are so breathtaking. I’ll just touch a little bit... just a little."

He moved upward with exquisite slowness. His fingers now traced her legs—touching under the saree without applying any pressure. A faint shiver ran through Meera's frame, yet she remained bound in sleep.

Emboldened, Sher rested his palm flat against her bare stomach—that patch of skin was radiating heat from the drug, burning like a smoldering fire. He rotated his fingers very gently over her belly, tracing slow circles. A soft gasp escaped Meera's mouth—

"Mmm..."

Sher froze, terrified she might wake up. But seeing that her eyes remained closed and her face had flushed a deeper shade of pink, he resumed.

He guided his fingers toward her navel—a deep, captivating well peeking out beneath her saree. Sher gently dipped a finger into her navel, not pressing, merely touching. Meera’s stomach contracted slightly, and another soft sigh parted her lips.

Sher’s body burned like fire. His gaze shifted to her breasts, rising and falling beneath her saree and blouse. They heaved with every breath, as if extending an invitation.

Sher laid his hand lightly over her blouse, exerting no pressure, simply caressing and feeling her form. Meera’s nipples had hardened under the heat of the drug, standing firm against the fabric of her blouse. Sher rotated his fingers around them in gentle, circular motions. Meera’s breathing grew even heavier—

Meera: (Moaning in her sleep) "Oh... Sartaj... what... what are you doing to me?"

Sher could no longer hold back. He leaned down toward Meera's neck, his warm breath fanning across her throat. He rested his lips softly against her skin—first a gentle touch, then a tender kiss. A thrill coursed through her neck, and she shifted her head slightly in her sleep.

Meera: (Whispering in her sleep) "Ah... Sartaj... please... stop..."

Driven by growing boldness, Sher bit her neck lightly—just enough to excite her without causing pain. Meera’s gasp deepened.

Still lost in sleep, she raised her arms and dbangd them over Sher's shoulders, seeking to embrace him as if he were Sartaj. Sher brought his face closer to hers. He threaded his fingers through her hair, stroking it soothingly.

Then, very slowly, he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss began gently—a mere brush of skin. But as the seconds passed, Sher deepened it, his tongue tracing her lips and nudging gently to explore inside.

Meera let out a sweet moan—"Ah... Sartaj..."

Sher's 7-inch cock had hardened like a rock inside his trousers, but he knew he had to take things slow. He didn't want Meera to wake up.

With extreme care, Sher lifted Meera into his strong arms. Her body melted against his chest. Her head rested on his shoulder, her warm, moist breath searing his neck. Sher’s heart pounded wildly—a surge of fear and lust combined.

He moved slowly toward the bedroom. The moment he shut the door, the room filled with the echo of their heavy breathing. Sher laid Meera down on the grand, soft bed. Her body spread across the mattress, the yellow saree tangling in soft folds around her.

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Sartaj's Unrest

Meanwhile, on the bustling city streets inside an official security officer vehicle, Sartaj’s heart suddenly chest-thumped with intensity. He was traveling on a field assignment with his team, but over the past few minutes, an inexplicable restlessness had gripped him. Instinctively, his hand went to his chest.

He pulled out his wallet and opened it. Tucked in one corner was a small, smiling photograph of Meera. Sartaj stared intently at the image.

Sartaj [To himself]: 'I don't know why, but my heart is uneasy. It feels as though Meera is in some great danger... Am I missing something?'

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Sher (To himself, whispering): "This is the very bed... where that Sardar rides you every night. Today, Little do you know, Meera Madam... your servant is becoming your master."

Sher didn't know how to unwrap a saree properly, so he took no risks. He began by sliding the silky pink pallu off her shoulder with utmost care.

The moment the pallu fell away, Meera’s upper body was left clad only in her tight yellow blouse. The blouse was so snug that her well-shaped, luscious breasts seemed ready to spill over.

Sher's fingers trembled. Very slowly, he unbuttoned the blouse one by one. With every button that gave way, his breathing grew heavier. As the two sides of the blouse parted, Meera’s yellow bra came into view—lifting and enhancing her fair, shapely breasts. Sher paused for a moment to devour the sight.

Sher (To himself, voice quivering): 'Uff... these look like spheres of fresh cream... so pale, so soft... Only Sartaj’s hands have ruled over them until today... but today... my dark fingers will leave their mark on them.'

He unhooked the bra with a gentle touch, ensuring there was no sudden movement. The bra loosened, and Meera’s large, round, luscious breasts spilled free. They were so supple and full that Sher felt as though a dream was turning into reality before his eyes. Her nipples had turned hard and pink from the heat of the drug.

Captivated by the radiance of those fair mounds and the taut pink buds atop them, he lost all sense of restraint. He simply stared at those twin curves, mesmerized as if beholding a divine statue.

Just then, the silence was shattered as Meera’s mobile screen lit up. The phone on the table began to vibrate—'Sartaj Calling'.

Sher’s heart plummeted. He shuddered for a second, but in the next instant, he snatched the phone and muted it. Looking at Sartaj’s name glowing on the screen, he ground his teeth and hissed a filthy curse under his breath.

Sher: "Interfering bastard! Calling your wife right now? Son of a bitch... Can't you do your duty over there, while this lion drinks the sweetness of your prized possession here."

He set the phone down, though his eyes lingered on the dimming screen. Sartaj’s call was still coming through, while Sher lowered his face back toward Meera’s exposed, heavy breasts.

With absolute shamelessness, he extended his tongue and began licking and sucking her pink buds. He kept his eyes on the vibrating phone while his other hand gently massaged her fair flesh without applying heavy pressure—kneading her mound with his palm while rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger.

In her sleep, Meera let out a long, intoxicating moan, pulling Sher’s head tighter against her chest under the illusion that her husband was making love to her.

Meera (Intoxicated, whispering): "...Ah... Sartaj...?"

Sher felt a wave of cruel satisfaction. He thought to himself, 'Look, Inspector Sahib... keep calling all you want, while I savor the sweet milk of your wife’s delicate vessels.'

The phone screen went dark once more. After just a few minutes of quiet, Meera’s phone vibrated again in the dim room. The screen lit up with the same name—'Sartaj Calling'.

Sher pulled his mouth away from one of Meera's breasts, which was now glistening, wet with his saliva. He turned to look at the glowing screen, a twisted smirk spreading across his face. Gritting his teeth, he cursed Sartaj filthily once again.

Sher [In a wild tone]: "You stubborn dog... won't give up, will you? You son of a whore, calling again and again to check on your wife? Go ahead... the more you call, the more I will ravage this treasure of yours."

Ignoring the phone again, he turned his attention to Meera’s other heavy, overflowing breast. Possessively, he cupped the fair mound in his palm and brought it toward his mouth.

Sher [Muttering]: "As long as you keep calling, I’ll keep drinking this sweet nectar from your wife. Show off your authority out there, while I reign as the master of this silky body right here."

He swiped his tongue over her second pink bud, which was already stiff as a stone from the cold air and the drug's heat. Sher pinched it lightly between his teeth, sending a wave of pleasure through Meera's body. 

Deep in her drugged sleep, Meera groaned sensually. She arched her body closer to Sher, her unconscious mind still convinced that Sartaj was the one beside her.

Sher had lost all restraint. He glanced back and forth between the vibrating phone—a testament to Sartaj's desperation—and Meera's bare, heavy breasts, attacking them with redoubled fervor. He sucked on that fair flesh like a starving child feeding on its mother’s milk.

His tongue swirled around her breasts, savoring the velvety texture of her skin. The blue light from the phone reflected off Sher's face, making his eyes gleam like a wild predator's.

Across town, Sartaj’s heart sank with a growing sense of dread. Sitting in the back seat of his vehicle, he dialed Meera’s number repeatedly. Time seemed to stand still.

Sartaj (To himself): "Why isn't Meera picking up? It's afternoon, and her phone keeps ringing... She usually wakes up at the slightest sound. Could... could this silence mean she's in grave danger?"

He tried her number five or six times in a row. Every time, it rang out completely before disconnecting. Sartaj’s anxiety was rapidly turning into anger and fear.

Yet here in the dark bedroom, Sartaj’s frantic efforts only fueled Sher’s wild celebration. Every time the phone on the table lit up and flooded the room with blue light, Sher’s lust surged to new heights.

With every vibration of the phone, Sher tightened his grip on Meera’s pale breasts. He felt as though he were directly defying Sartaj’s manhood.

Sher [Growing more feral with every ring]: "Ring all you want, bastard... every time it rings, I’ll squeeze more sweetness from this fair flesh. You call out to her, while I taste her with my tongue."

As the count of Sartaj's missed calls mounted, Sher's touch grew increasingly aggressive. He took one of Meera's breasts entirely into his mouth, sucking so intensely that soft groans escaped her lips even in her sleep.

Whenever a call ended and Sartaj redialed, Sher shifted his tongue to her other pink bud.

In her state of deep intoxication, Meera simply arched her hips upward. She imagined that Sartaj was unusually passionate today, and in that haze, she parted her legs slightly wider.

As Sartaj’s sixth call rang out, Sher had drenched Meera's body in his saliva.

When the sixth call also disconnected without an answer, a heavy silence reclaimed the room. The blue light on the table finally went dark.

Sher flashed a predatory smile at Sartaj’s silent defeat and slid his face down from Meera’s wet breasts, moving toward her waist.

The drug had fully saturated Meera's system. She was drifting in a dreamscape where she felt only a strong presence beside her. Believing Sartaj was taking her into the depths of his passion, she let out a long, deep sigh.

Sher crawled onto her bare, velvety stomach. Sweat and light moisture made her fair skin even slicker and more intoxicating. Sher anchored his rough palms on either side of her waist and began swirling his tongue around her deep navel.

Sher [Lustful whisper]: "Inspector Sahib's calls have stopped... now this Sher's real game begins. Is this a navel or a magical well... today I won't stop until I drown in it."

He plunged his tongue into the deep hollow of her navel. Meera’s entire body quivered like a live wire, her feet digging into the mattress.

Sher’s hand now slid down toward the lower half of her saree. He gathered the saree and petticoat together, slowly hauling them upward. As the fabric glided up, Meera’s fair, sleek legs were exposed.

When the saree reached her hips, Sher’s gaze landed on her yellow panties. In the center was a prominent wet patch—drenched from her arousal—forming a clear camel toe. Sher’s heart leapt into his throat.

Sher (To himself, trembling): 'Uff... look at this... she's so wet... Sartaj's hasn't even arrived... yet this pussy is craving for me.'

He carefully slid her panties down a little. Positioned right before Sher's eyes was the secret treasure between Meera’s legs—a smooth, pink, neatly shaved pussy, glistening with sweat and moisture. Sher's throat went dry.

That innocent, wet pink treasure between Meera's legs lay completely bare before Sher. It looked so clean, tender, and intoxicating that a wild redness flushed into Sher's eyes.

Sher [Gritting his teeth]: "Oh God... what a divine vision! Such a smooth, butter-soft slit... today I will breach Sartaj’s fortress completely."

He rested a finger very gently on that velvety threshold—merely touching it, without penetrating.

Sher (To himself): 'This is the place... where that 10-inch staff goes every night... today my fingers will rule here... Look, Meera Madam... your servant is going to show you heaven today.'

He began slowly sliding his finger along that wet slit, lightly rubbing her clitoris from the outside. Moaning softly, Meera parted her legs even wider, her waist lifting off the bed.

Meera (Moaning in her sleep): "Ah... Sartaj... yes... right there... uff... you feel so... different today... love me more... more... gently... please..."

Just as Sher was about to bury his face between Meera’s wet, silky thighs to taste that pink slit, his own mobile phone began vibrating in his trouser pocket. The sudden sound shattered the silence like an explosion.

Sher’s body shook with fear and frustration. With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone— the screen displayed 'Sartaj Sahib'.

Sher’s breath hitched in his throat. He cast one last glance at Meera’s exposed, intoxicated pink treasure, then answered the call and brought the phone to his ear.

Sartaj: (Over the phone, his voice heavy with anxiety and sternness) "Sher! Where are you? I’ve been calling Meera for half an hour, and she isn’t answering. Is everything okay? What are you doing?"

Right before Sher’s eyes lay Meera's soft pink lips, yearning for his touch at any moment. Keeping his lust-filled gaze fixed right there, he forced his voice to sound as steady and respectful as possible.

Sher: "Yes... yes, Sahib. I was just resting in my room. Everything is fine, Sahib... Memsahib must have fallen into a deep sleep, which is why she didn't hear the phone ring. Don't worry, I am right here."

Inside his mind, however, venom was boiling. He cursed Sartaj viciously in his thoughts.

Sher [Internal Dialogue]: 'You son of a bitch! Bastard... why don't you just do your duty! Here your wife is lying with her legs wide open in front of my face, and you're sticking your nose in the middle. Show off your uniform over there, while I prepare to taste the pink lips of your prized wife. Interfering bastard...!'

Sartaj’s voice crackled through the phone like a cold whip, "Sher! I’m arriving in five minutes. Come outside and open the main gate."

Sher’s heart sank. He had no time left—just a few precious moments. He ground his teeth, ended the call, and silently cursed seven generations of Sartaj's lineage.

Sher [Internal Dialogue]: 'You dog! Bastard... if you had delayed just two more minutes, I would have measured the depth of this pink well. Son of a whore, showing up right when things were getting good. Come on then... but let me taste this beauty first!'

Danger was looming right over his head, but Sher’s lust had grown so unbridled that he disregarded those precious two minutes. 

He lowered his mouth straight onto the wet, innocent pink treasure between Meera’s legs. With wild intensity, he licked and sucked those soft lips with his tongue. In her heavy intoxication, Meera arched her waist upward, letting out a long gasp that almost echoed outside the room.

Meera (In a sensual tone): "Oh... Sartaj... ah... more... lower... please..."

Sher wanted to wring out every drop of sweetness from that pink slit with the friction of his tongue. His mouth filled with the intoxicating scent of her most intimate place.

Meera (Groaning): "Yes... Sartaj... just like that... you're... showing me heaven... ah... faster... no... slow... slowly... just like that... uff..."

Sher’s mind was consumed by lust, yet his survival instincts remained sharp. He knew that a single mistake, a wrong mark, or even a glimpse from Meera if she opened her eyes would mean a bullet from Sartaj’s revolver sending him straight to a cell.

He pulled his tongue away from Meera’s pussy. Her waist remained arched off the bed, her legs trembling, her breath coming in heavy gasps.

His hands were still cupping Meera's bare, ripe breasts, gently massaging them and rolling her nipples between his thumbs. Meera moaned in her sleep—

Sher slowly removed his hands. Meera’s body curled slightly on the bed, as if an incomplete dream had been interrupted. Her breathing was still rapid, her face flushed, her lips trembling. Sher checked his watch—the two minutes were up.

With a heavy heart, he pulled back. Very carefully, he rehooked her bra, his hands still trembling slightly. He then fastened the buttons of her blouse one by one—watching Meera’s face with every button to ensure she didn't wake up. The blouse was restored completely to order.

Next, he took hold of the saree and petticoat that had been pulled up to her hips. Very gently, without any abrupt movements, he slid them back down. He arranged every pleat of the saree in its proper place and adjusted the petticoat at her waist.

Lifting the pallu, he dbangd it over Meera's chest so that her shapely body looked completely modest once more. He smoothed out the creases on the bed with his hands and neatly spread Meera’s scattered hair across the pillow.

Meera remained fast asleep—a faint, satisfied smile lingering on her face. Her lips were parted slightly, a rosy flush gracing her cheeks, looking as though she were basking in the afterglow of an intimate moment with her lover. She had no idea what had transpired with her body over the past twenty minutes.

Sher stood near the doorway, stealing one final glance at her velvety, fair form.

Sher (To himself, with a villainous grin): "Today was just a taste, Madam Ji... my tongue tasted your pussy... my hands squeezed your breasts... but the real fun is yet to come. The day this 7-inch lund goes all the way inside you... that day you will truly forget Sartaj."

He slipped out of the room on tiptoe, closing the door behind him exactly as it had been before. He went into the kitchen, washed the empty glass that had held the pomegranate juice, and placed it back on the rack. Not a single trace of evidence was left.

As he stood in the hallway, a look of sinister triumph gleamed on his face. From the outside, he looked like the same simple, loyal servant waiting for his master to return.

But on the inside... on the inside, he was now a hunter who had tasted his prey… and was merely waiting for the right moment to devour it whole.

[Deepak.kapoor]

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