Adultery NISHA:: A Hot Spy -Female Investigator Officer - Secret mission

[RedDranzar]

The only way for Nisha to find Vidya is joining hands with Tony telling him she is corrupt now and sleeping with Tony and other goon leaders to prove her loyalty.

[girrich9486]

The only way for Nisha to find Vidya is joining hands with Tony telling him she is corrupt now and sleeping with Tony and other goon leaders to prove her loyalty.

Thankyou ok

[Shabaz123]

Awesome superb update .....Bro, don't turn Nisha into a slut who sleeps with just anyone... her honesty and values usually stop her from taking the wrong path... but it would be exciting if she were forced into having sex against her will—like through blackmail.

[Umavictor32]

Awesome superb update .....Bro, don't turn Nisha into a slut who sleeps with just anyone... her honesty and values usually stop her from taking the wrong path... but it would be exciting if she were forced into having sex against her will—like through blackmail.

I dnt think it would be correct..
Already she got fucked by minister in forced manner..
If we continue to do the same then it would be repitative and bored..
I feel story shd or will have psychological shift.  

Because as a woman, i always use to say...**Guys gets more turned on when they see actress like sai pallavi or keerthi suresh shwing 5% of body shw rather than deepika or samantha showing 100% nudity... Because more than their body guys enjoy the situation that made them to do it**

So i wish author focus more on it on how decent nisha gonna transform into slut, an ideology change, thought process change...

Lets see

[CoreMadness]

I dnt think it would be correct..
Already she got fucked by minister in forced manner..
If we continue to do the same then it would be repitative and bored..
I feel story shd or will have psychological shift.  

Because as a woman, i always use to say...**Guys gets more turned on when they see actress like sai pallavi or keerthi suresh shwing 5% of body shw rather than deepika or samantha showing 100% nudity... Because more than their body guys enjoy the situation that made them to do it**

So i wish author focus more on it on how decent nisha gonna transform into slut, an ideology change, thought process change...

Lets see

Do you have any fetish for transformation or what....

Even if the story revolves around a female investigation officer, you still want her to transform into a slut...you keep saying same thing in every story. She will have sex obviously this is erotica but what is this obsession over one becoming slut and change to become bold and reckless fantasy that you keep asking in every thread. 

Nisha won't be a slut, yes she will be trapped and will be fucked but ultimately she has to triumph over all and rescue all else there is no meaning to this story.

[Umavictor32]

Do you have any fetish for transformation or what....

Even if the story revolves around a female investigation officer, you still want her to transform into a slut...you keep saying same thing in every story. She will have sex obviously this is erotica but what is this obsession over one becoming slut and change to become bold and reckless fantasy that you keep asking in every thread. 

Nisha won't be a slut, yes she will be trapped and will be fucked but ultimately she has to triumph over all and rescue all else there is no meaning to this story.

Firstly thanks for ur reply.. But let me ask u one thing.. For a womaniser or lets say bull, do u really thing forcing her always and doing sex gives him happiness? Once, twice, thrice and later... She will become obidient slave.. Not saying anything... Just get used when a man asks her... What  happiness will he have? What happiness readers will have? Rather if the same character whom once we saw as decent woman, if she gets changed, transform to slut... That will be a treat to watch..

[Umavictor32]

Do you have any fetish for transformation or what....

Even if the story revolves around a female investigation officer, you still want her to transform into a slut...you keep saying same thing in every story. She will have sex obviously this is erotica but what is this obsession over one becoming slut and change to become bold and reckless fantasy that you keep asking in every thread. 

Nisha won't be a slut, yes she will be trapped and will be fucked but ultimately she has to triumph over all and rescue all else there is no meaning to this story.

One more thing, dnt mistake me since i am taking u as example... Imagine u r a married man.. When ur friends, family members or anyone appreciates saying how decent ur wife is and how traditional she is, dnt u laugh inside ur man... Dont u think on how sensually she behaved with u the last nite?? Memories of her moan, her proactive behavior on bed wont come into ur mind when someone says ur wife is very sanskari??

Now since minister and Tony are villians they wish to make nisha slut... THATS ALL THE CONCEPT...

[girrich9486]

Thankyou all..


Let's see what happens to Nisha in future... Please be patient...

[CoreMadness]

Firstly thanks for ur reply.. But let me ask u one thing.. For a womaniser or lets say bull, do u really thing forcing her always and doing sex gives him happiness? Once, twice, thrice and later... She will become obidient slave.. Not saying anything... Just get used when a man asks her... What  happiness will he have? What happiness readers will have? Rather if the same character whom once we saw as decent woman, if she gets changed, transform to slut... That will be a treat to watch..

He doesn't need to force and she doesn't need to turn to slut, circumstances can always pull her into committing an act of sex. Once an officer turns to slut and enjoys sleeping with goons, what will stop her from continuing it? And why would she stop their operations instead of being their accomplice. 

The story as we read it is not about her transformation, how she navigates the web of mafia to achieve her goal and in process she will be trapped and made helpless and also forced to participate in humiliation just like Vidya, doesn't mean she and her needs to be in same boat. 

You fantasies are yours alone, nothing wrong in prediction or wanting the story to be it but do not normalize it saying it is the only choice for an author.

[CoreMadness]

One more thing, dnt mistake me since i am taking u as example... Imagine u r a married man.. When ur friends, family members or anyone appreciates saying how decent ur wife is and how traditional she is, dnt u laugh inside ur man... Dont u think on how sensually she behaved with u the last nite?? Memories of her moan, her proactive behavior on bed wont come into ur mind when someone says ur wife is very sanskari??

Now since minister and Tony are villians they wish to make nisha slut... THATS ALL THE CONCEPT...

Lol in your opinion when a woman moans and boldly expresses herself in bed with her husband she is not sanskari?  Sex is one form of love lady....some shy away from expressing it fully and some embrace it and being Sanskari has nothing to do with it.

[Umavictor32]

He doesn't need to force and she doesn't need to turn to slut, circumstances can always pull her into committing an act of sex. Once an officer turns to slut and enjoys sleeping with goons, what will stop her from continuing it? And why would she stop their operations instead of being their accomplice. 

The story as we read it is not about her transformation, how she navigates the web of mafia to achieve her goal and in process she will be trapped and made helpless and also forced to participate in humiliation just like Vidya, doesn't mean she and her needs to be in same boat. 

You fantasies are yours alone, nothing wrong in prediction or wanting the story to be it but do not normalize it saying it is the only choice for an author.

Practice what u preach my friend.. It was u who first started conversation and poked me... Now u say **nothing wrong in prediction or wanting the story to be it but do not normalize it saying it is the only choice for an author**

[CoreMadness]

Practice what u preach my friend.. It was u who first started conversation and poked me... Now u say **nothing wrong in prediction or wanting the story to be it but do not normalize it saying it is the only choice for an author**

I am not saying not to comment, read properly...I am saying turning her into slut is not the only solution for the story as you are predicting...

[Umavictor32]

I am not saying not to comment, read properly...I am saying turning her into slut is not the only solution for the story as you are predicting...

I said my OPINION... U cud have replied in a proper manner like i replied to others.. Rather u speak as if u blame me... U say i always wish woman tp be slut.. Blah blah... Tats y i gave u reply.. So replying is not a wrong thing... But request u to be polite and follow docorom.. Dont be harsh while u reply

[CoreMadness]

I said my OPINION... U cud have replied in a proper manner like i replied to others.. Rather u speak as if u blame me... U say i always wish woman tp be slut.. Blah blah... Tats y i gave u reply.. So replying is not a wrong thing... But request u to be polite and follow docorom.. Dont be harsh while u reply

Where was I harsh lol

You are commenting on every story about same female lead transformation...so was asking you a question if you have fantasy about it. I am not sure why you are offended and thinking i am blaming you. 

Anyways be well!

[Umavictor32]

Where was I harsh lol

You are commenting on every story about same female lead transformation...so was asking you a question if you have fantasy about it. I am not sure why you are offended and thinking i am blaming you. 

Anyways be well!

Not interested for a fight now... If u have patience u will understand what i meant...  

Take care friend..

[Umavictor32]

Many people ask me why i always prefer transformation of woman into slut type stories... Reason is very simple and strictly personal opinion..

1. No woman is slut by birth.. Just when a man opens his shirt or pant and shows his manhood cannot make any woman his plaything.. There are many divorcee and widows in this world who live only to take care of their children without marrying another guy... So seduction is not possible in reality.. But once a woman is given drugs, transfoemed and given the taste of sex by force then she will be in trap. Thats y i always prefer transformation stories rather than seduction because i feel the word seduce is bullshit.. No woman lay to a guy without any reason for the first time.. This is what i believe..

2. Secondly using a woman in a forced manner which i feel is equivalent to -_ according to me, which i dnt appreciate.. Rather change her mind and transform her... Tat would be better...

Anyway whatever i said is my opinion.. Not ready for any argument...

Story is brilliant.. Waiting for next update...

[Shabaz123]

I feel that if Nisha were to agree to have sex with just anyone of her own free will, the thrill of the story would be lost... I, too, want Nisha to have some intense sex... but there’s no fun in her turning into a slut... ultimately, it’s up to the writer how the story proceeds from here.

[Armani007]

Awesome superb update .....Bro, don't turn Nisha into a slut who sleeps with just anyone... her honesty and values usually stop her from taking the wrong path... but it would be exciting if she were forced into having sex against her will—like through blackmail.

Absolutely.

[Armani007]

Many people ask me why i always prefer transformation of woman into slut type stories... Reason is very simple and strictly personal opinion..

1. No woman is slut by birth.. Just when a man opens his shirt or pant and shows his manhood cannot make any woman his plaything.. There are many divorcee and widows in this world who live only to take care of their children without marrying another guy... So seduction is not possible in reality.. But once a woman is given drugs, transfoemed and given the taste of sex by force then she will be in trap. Thats y i always prefer transformation stories rather than seduction because i feel the word seduce is bullshit.. No woman lay to a guy without any reason for the first time.. This is what i believe..

2. Secondly using a woman in a forced manner which i feel is equivalent to -_  according to me, which i dnt appreciate.. Rather change her mind and transform her... Tat would be better...

Anyway whatever i said is my opinion.. Not ready for any argument...

Story is brilliant.. Waiting for next update...

Yeah. I too feel, a strong woman can't be seduced if there are no feelings involved. But yes, if she's forced the first time, then may be she will be tamed and start enjoying.

[girrich9486]

Thankyou alll,




   Nisha stood with her team on the outer security cordon of the development site in Mumbai. The area had been cleaned and decorated for the inauguration. Banners, cameras, local leaders, and a crowd of invited residents filled the space. Minister Pandey’s convoy was expected any minute.
She wore a fitted dark shirt tucked neatly into formal trousers, black sunglasses hiding her eyes, service weapon secured at her hip. Her posture was straight, expression unreadable. To anyone watching she was simply the senior officer in charge of the protective ring.
Inside the approaching car, Minister Pandey looked out at the arranged crowd and the waiting cameras. He had spent the morning giving interviews about development plans, employment, and “listening to the common man.” He had sat on the ground with a group of workers for the photographers, eaten a few bites of the same simple food, and spoken softly about their problems. The image was carefully built: a humble, approachable leader who cared.
He knew it was performance.
The real work of power happened elsewhere—deals, pressures, quiet threats, and the use of people when they became useful. He understood how to look kind while remaining something far colder.
His PA, sitting beside him, cleared his throat.
“Sir, Nisha madam is heading the security arrangement here. She will be in the inner perimeter when you step out.”
Pandey’s mouth curved slightly.
“Is that so?” He kept his voice low. “That day she tried to show attitude. I put an end to it.” A short, private laugh. “She remembers.”
The PA gave a careful nod and said nothing more.
When the car door opened, Pandey stepped out into the sunlight and the waiting cameras. He raised a hand to the crowd, smiled the practiced public smile, and began moving along the marked path. Nisha’s team held their positions. She herself stood a short distance away, sunglasses still in place, scanning the surroundings with professional focus. Their eyes did not meet for long. She gave only the formal acknowledgment required by duty.
For the next hour the Minister performed his role perfectly—cutting the ribbon, speaking about progress, posing with local residents, promising attention to their needs. The cameras recorded a caring leader. The crowd saw what it was meant to see.
Nisha watched from her post, face impassive, the weight of everything she already knew about him sitting behind the dark lenses. The man shaking hands and speaking of development was the same man who had used her husband’s project as leverage, the same man whose name now sat at the centre of the board in her locked room, the same man connected—however indirectly—to the danger surrounding Vidya.
When the event ended and the convoy prepared to leave, Pandey passed close enough for her to hear the low remark he made to his PA, too quiet for the microphones.


Nisha approached minister and make salute.. She is in semi uniform.. And minister asked Nisha how is your husband's work. Is his it project business going smooth? Then she replied yes sir. Now business is going smooth.  Then yes you did great job today. She told Thankyou sir. But you also more beautiful in this dress he saying to her while his eyes randomly watching her big 36 boobs through fabric.. Nisha understand but she got ashamed of his wicked eyes.. He is pervert... Like she thinking... Look Nisha madam in my area no illegal activities does not happens it's your duty. He saying while he adjusting his crotch.. And smiling " this thing can't settle in calm".. She felt shamed and she make her head side.. And turn her head sideway.. And telling am I leave sir.. He told OK by laughing..



She did not react. She simply adjusted her position, spoke a short instruction into her radio, and kept her team in place until the last vehicle had gone.... But after Pandey vehicle went she is in furious high anger towards his comments.. But she try to controlled....


But in car PA asking "" you sir you teaes her very well. She can't see your face properly when you are adjusting your cock'.. Pandey laughs yea PA I will make her shame and humiliate and finally submission and surrender to me.  She is the toughest officer I saw. I saw many officer but she is beautiful and cleaver officer with high arrogance.


But sure one day I will remove her total arrogance and make my personal slut. " . PA laughing and told yes sir on that day you made her cries and moans by fucking her.. I heard her loud moans in my room and runs towards you room then she is in nude and lay on bed unde you..".. This time when you will plan sir to fuck her.?


Minister replies" yes sure but this time I won't fuck her in my bedroom.. But I will fuck her in living room openly and right in front you and our servant gopal.. Yes sir make her loud screams echoed in all your home sir. PAtold. And both laughing....





Nisha drove straight from the inauguration site to her office, the uniform still sharp, the sunglasses still in place. The moment the cabin door closed behind her she dropped into the chair and the controlled face she had worn all morning cracked.
She pressed both hands against her forehead.
Why did I stand there and take it?
He spoke to me like he still owned the quieter part of the conversation. He smiled that same smile. And I answered with protocol. I saluted. I walked away.
I should have said something. I should have made him feel even a fraction of what he has already taken. But the uniform, the cameras, the rules—none of it let me move.
Anger at herself sat heavier than anger at him. She had promised she would not bend again, yet in public she had still given him the clean, professional silence he expected. The self-scolding continued in a low, bitter loop until her phone rang.
One of her team members was on the line, voice tight.
“Madam… Raghu. Hit-and-run. Unknown vehicle. He’s at the government hospital. Critical.”
Nisha was already on her feet.
She reached the hospital in under twenty minutes. Raghu—Sub-Inspector, thirty-two, the most sincere and by-the-book man on her five-member unit—lay in the trauma bay, eyes closed, machines tracking a life that had not yet decided to stay. An unknown vehicle had struck his bike at speed and vanished. No number plate captured. No witnesses willing to speak clearly.
Priya, his wife, sat on the plastic chair outside the operating theatre area, a one-year-old child asleep against her shoulder. She was still feeding the baby when Nisha arrived; the moment she saw the senior officer she broke into open crying, the kind that had no sound left in it, only shaking shoulders and tears that kept coming.
Nisha sat beside her without ceremony.
“Priya. Look at me.” Her voice was low but steady. “I will not leave the people who did this. I will not. You have to hold on for the child and for him.”
Priya could only nod through the tears, eyes fixed on the closed doors of the surgery ward. The doctors had already said the next hours would decide everything—internal bleeding, possible swelling in the brain, a long operation.
When the estimate for the immediate surgical costs was placed in front of them, Nisha did not wait for paperwork or department channels. She made the payment herself, quietly, without discussion. Then she stayed.
Through the night she moved between the corridor and the small waiting area, speaking to every doctor who came out, repeating the same request in different words: do whatever is required, keep him alive, he is one of the few who still does this work cleanly. She brought water for Priya, made her eat a little, held the sleeping child for a stretch so the young mother could press her face into her hands and cry without the baby waking.
At one point, long after midnight, Nisha stood alone near the glass window of the ICU bay and looked at Raghu’s still form. The same man who had never taken a shortcut, who had followed her into the harder arrests without complaint, now fought for each breath under machines. The hit-and-run did not feel random. Not after the pressure her team had put on the network. Not after the Minister’s private smile that morning.
She stayed until the first light came through the hospital windows. Priya finally slept for an hour with her head against the wall, the child still in her arms. Nisha sat awake, phone in hand, already beginning the quiet calls that would start the real search for the vehicle and the people who had ordered it.
The professional tension of the morning, the self-reproach in the cabin, and the sight of a sincere officer lying broken had settled into something colder and more useful than anger.
Someone had tried to send a message.
Nisha intended to answer it....


   

After several hours the surgeons came out with restrained but positive news. The operation had stopped the internal bleeding and reduced the pressure. Raghu had opened his eyes.
He could not speak. One arm and one leg were badly damaged and would need long recovery, possibly further procedures. But he was conscious and could recognise faces.
Priya cried the moment she saw him looking at her. The relief was physical—her shoulders shook as she stood at the side of the bed. Nisha felt the tightness in her own chest ease a little. The man who had ridden into danger without complaint was still there behind the bandages and the machines.
The doctors allowed them a short visit. Nisha and Priya went in together. Raghu’s eyes found Nisha first. Tears welled and ran down into the gauze at his temples. He could not form words, but the look was clear: he knew she was there, and he knew why this had happened.
Priya carefully placed the one-year-old in Nisha’s arms and leaned over the bed, resting her forehead against her husband’s uninjured shoulder. Both of them cried quietly. They were the same age—thirty-two—and the life they had built had just been broken in a single violent moment. From now on Priya would have to care for him the way she cared for their child.
The baby, unsettled by the new arms and the hospital smell, began to cry. Nisha tried to soothe the child, rocking gently and murmuring the half-remembered lullabies she had heard other mothers use. The crying only grew louder.
Priya wiped her face, took the baby back, and turned slightly away for privacy. She unbuttoned her blouse  and and open blouse and draw a left big boob which are 34 size and with full of Milk. . And she seeing towards Nisha _ shall I? But Nisha no problrm please feed kid told. and  Priya moves her boobs nipple attached her nipple to kids mouth.. Kid stops crying enough to feed. The child latched on and the crying stopped almost at once. The small ward was quiet again except for the soft sounds of the monitors and the baby nursing.
Nisha stood a little apart, giving them the moment. She looked at Raghu’s damaged limbs, at Priya’s exhausted but steady face, and at the child now calm against its mother. The hit-and-run had not been random. Someone had wanted to send a message to her team. The message had landed on the most sincere man she had.
She stayed until the nurses asked them to step out so Raghu could rest. In the corridor she spoke quietly to Priya.
“I will handle the costs and the complaints. You only look after him and the child. We will find who did this.”
Priya nodded, still holding the now-sleeping baby. Her eyes were red but clearer than they had been the night before.
Nisha walked out of the hospital into the morning light with the same cold focus she had carried since the inauguration. Raghu was alive. That was the first piece of good news in days. The rest—the vehicle, the order that had sent it, the people who thought a coma would stop her team—would be answered in time...