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

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After two days




Nisha left the hospital with the image of Raghu’s damaged body still fixed in her mind. The hit-and-run had not been an accident. The speed, the clean escape, the lack of a readable plate—all of it pointed to a professional job meant to cripple her team’s most reliable man.
She called the remaining four members of her unit before she even reached the office.
“Pull every camera within two kilometres of the spot. Private shops, traffic signals, society gates—everything. I want the vehicle, the direction it went, and any face that shows.”
By midday the first fragments arrived.
A grainy traffic camera three hundred metres from the impact point caught a dark SUV with no front number plate. The driver wore a cap pulled low; the passenger side window was tinted almost black. The vehicle did not slow after the collision. It accelerated and turned into a service lane that fed toward the older industrial estate on the east side of the city.
One of her officers, a quiet woman named Meera, cross-checked the lane’s limited cameras. Two more sightings appeared. In the second, a partial side plate became visible for half a second under a street light—mud-smeared, but enough for the last three characters to be read. The number did not match any vehicle registered under ordinary civilian ownership. It belonged to a series of plates that had been flagged years earlier in connection with Tony’s logistics people and then gone quiet.
Nisha sat with the stills spread across her desk.
The same network her team had been cutting into had answered. Raghu had been chosen because he was clean, visible, and close to her. A message written in broken bones.
She added the new photographs to the board in her locked personal room—Tony, Biksh, Minister Pandey, and now the blurred shape of the SUV. Red thread linked the hit-and-run to the earlier arrests and to the pressure that had begun the moment her unit started biting into the real supply lines.
Arjun Malhotra, the rival detective from the central cell, called her that evening.
“I heard about your SI,” he said without greeting. “The vehicle profile matches a pattern we’ve seen in two other cities—same style of plate, same disappearance into industrial zones. Whoever ordered it is not local small-time. They have reach.”
Nisha did not waste words. “Share what you have on the plate series. Quietly.”
He paused only a second. “I’ll send the file. And Nisha—watch your own movement. They have already shown they are willing to put an officer in a coma.”
After the call she sat alone with the growing board. The public Minister who smiled for cameras and spoke of development sat at the centre of the web in her mind. Tony’s rage over the earlier arrests sat beside him. Biksh’s release still did not fit cleanly. And somewhere beyond the photographs,



After thinking some one wantedly doing this to me.. Now the enemy target Raghu. Beacusae he is so close to me and filler me.. Now next who Wil be target. And she made a call to other team mates and make them cautious..

And she thought any information will come so she ready to go Raghu home... Nisha spent the following days tightening the investigation around the hit-and-run, but the questions would not leave her. Raghu had been the one who first connected the early arrests to Biksh’s network. He had been steady, sincere, and close enough to her that the enemy had chosen him first—to weaken the team by removing its most reliable man. If they had already struck once, the next target was an open threat. She needed whatever fragment of memory he still held.
She went to his home in the late afternoon.
Priya opened the door, the one-year-old asleep in a small cradle near the window. The house smelled of simple cooking. Priya’s face looked older than it had in the hospital, but she managed a tired smile and stepped aside.
“Madam, come. Sit. I’ll make coffee.”
Nisha went straight to the bed where Raghu lay. Bandages still covered part of his head and the damaged arm and leg. His eyes were open. When he saw her he gave a small, clear nod of recognition.
She sat on the edge of the chair beside him and kept her voice low.
“Raghu. That day—anything different? Did you notice the SUV before it hit? Colour, direction, anything?”
He could not form words. The injuries had taken speech for now. But his eyes stayed on hers and he moved his head once, deliberately—yes.
“Who?” she asked. “Did you see a face? A plate? Anything that can help us?”
He tried. His mouth opened, the muscles in his neck tightened, but only a rough, broken sound came out. Frustration and pain crossed his face. He managed another small movement of the head, then closed his eyes for a moment, exhausted by the effort.
Priya returned with two cups. Nisha accepted one after a second offer and drank a little so the younger woman would not feel refused. The coffee was strong and sweet. They sat in silence for a short while, the only sounds the soft breathing of the child and the faint traffic outside.
When it was clear Raghu could give nothing more that day, Nisha stood. At the door she turned to Priya.
“I’m sorry this happened. It came because of the work we do. Because of me.”
Priya shook her head quickly. “Please, madam. Don’t say that. He knew the risks. He was proud to work with you.”
Nisha took a folded bundle of notes from her bag and pressed it into Priya’s hands.
“Keep this. Use it for whatever is needed—medicines, the child, anything. If you need more, or if anything feels wrong, call me. Day or night. I will come.”
She hesitated, then added, “Treat me like your sister. Not only as his senior.”
Priya’s eyes filled, but she nodded. “Okay… sister.”
They hugged briefly—two women holding the weight of a broken household between them. Nisha stepped out into the evening, the door closing softly behind her.
She did not know what other eyes were already watching the small house, or what further cost the people who had ordered the hit-and-run might yet decide to extract from the family she had just promised to protect. All she knew was that Raghu had been chosen first to make her weaker, and that the next move from the other side had not yet shown itself.
The investigation would continue. The board in her locked room still waited. And the debt she felt toward the man who could no longer speak, and toward the young wife now carrying everything alone, had only grown heavier..
But poor Nisha don't know what happens with Raghu beautiful wife.  Priya is now take caring to her 1 year kid and as well as her husband Raghu.. She is so beautiful.. But Raghu is Nisha team mate.. So let's wait what they will do to Poor Priya...

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[Arya321]

Super hot update.. Next I think Priya will be fucked by goons in front of her hubby

[Shabaz123]

Hot awesome zabardast mind blowing update.....I really liked the plan involving Pandey—the one where Nisha is stripped naked in the living room and fucked in front of her servant, Gopal, and pandey s PA. If you manage to push Nisha to the point where she agrees to this, then, if possible, Gopal and Pandey's PA should also be allowed to play with her body....

[girrich9486]

Hot awesome zabardast mind blowing update.....I really liked the plan involving Pandey—the one where Nisha is stripped naked in the living room and fucked in front of her servant, Gopal, and pandey s PA. If you manage to push Nisha to the point where she agrees to this, then, if possible, Gopal and Pandey's PA should also be allowed to play with her body....

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Nisha

[Shabaz123]

Mrunal Thakur is a good choice, but Kajal Aggarwal's face and attitude match Nisha's perfectly...

[Chinni9]

Nice update beautiful narration

[girrich9486]

Super hot update.. Next I think Priya will be fucked by goons in front of her hubby

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[girrich9486]

Nice update beautiful  narration

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[Sincemany]

After a long time a story attracted me. Nice olot, great narration

[xavierrxx]

Awesome update

[Shabaz123]

Waiting next update bro

[fantasywriter]

The memory of her own voice crying out under his mouth made her fingers tighten around the cup.
Before this, I never did anything like that. I hesitated to even marry for years because of this job… because I knew my duty came first, because I was afraid that personal attachments would become weaknesses. I kept myself clean. I kept myself strong. And yet the first time pressure came, I opened my legs, I released a goon with my own signature, I let that man take pictures of my naked body.
She took a slow sip of the coffee. It tasted bitter.


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She stared at the cold coffee in her cup. The public worshipped Pandey. Newspapers called him a man of the people, a strict administrator who fought corruption, a leader who protected the weak. Yet the same man had used her husband’s project as a leash, had taken nude photographs of her, had laughed with his PA about breaking her arrogance, and had casually handed her body over to Tony for “revenge.”
How does a man like that become “good” in everyone’s eyes? 

Dear Author,
Am I missing anything, or has some part of the story not been uploaded yet?


If I remembered correctly, Nisha was never handed over to Tony. The minister only winked at his PA while Nisha was still present, and readers later learned (after she had left) that he told the PA he would break her arrogance next time.


So either brilliant Nisha connected the dots herself and concluded that the minister would eventually pass her to Tony as further punishment… or I missed an update / a portion of the story that wasn’t posted.


I hope Nisha will fight back. If she has already built a reputation, she must possess both courage and intelligence. She might surrender again, but this time with calculated risk, using her body as bait to get close enough to burn down Pandey’s and Tony’s empires.


Even a once-broken Nisha still shows the potential to rise like a phoenix. It will be interesting to see whether she deliberately places herself in the minister’s and Tony’s circle (and among their men) so she can later strike back, or whether she is forced into further surrender and then turns the tables.


The story is still building, so expecting any particular turn would be unfair. Nisha’s old colleague is being fucked mercilessly by Tony and his men, one of her team members is critically injured and will need months to heal, and that man’s wife is now vulnerable. I’ll wait to see how the story progresses from here.

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After a two days Nisha is concentrating an unexpected accident.. Two days later in Raghu family settled the reality.. And been doing Priya household works and take caring...






Priya was in the middle of the morning’s work when she heard the voices at the door.
“Bhabhi… Bhabhi…”
She tightened the saree around her waist, checked that the baby was still sleeping peacefully in the cradle, and glanced once toward the bed where Raghu lay resting. Then she went to the door.
Two men stood outside. Both looked travel-worn and thirsty. One was darker-skinned and broader; the other taller, with a sharper face. They folded their hands politely.
“Bhabhi, we are coming from the village. There is no shop nearby. Can you give us some water?”
Priya hesitated only a second. They looked ordinary enough, and the request was simple.
“Okay. Wait. I will bring water.”
She adjusted her saree again and went to the kitchen. She took two cold bottles from the fridge and returned to the doorway—only to find the entrance empty. The men were gone.
“Where did you go? I brought the water…” she called, stepping further inside.
No answer came from the front. Then she heard low movement from the bedroom where Raghu lay.
When she reached the doorway she stopped.
Both men were already inside the room. Kaali stood near the foot of the bed; Thakur was closer to the window. Raghu’s eyes were open. He was watching them, but he could not speak or rise. The damaged arm and leg kept him helpless on the mattress.
Priya’s first instinct was fear. She clutched the bottles tighter.
“What are you doing in this room? Please leave.”
Kaali raised both hands in a calming gesture.
“Bhabhi, we mean no harm. We only came for water… but when we saw your husband like this, we thought we should ask if you need any help. Village people help each other.”
Thakur’s voice was quieter.
“We can go if you want. Just the water is enough.”
Priya looked from their faces to Raghu. Her husband’s eyes met hers. There was no panic in them—only the heavy helplessness of a man who could no longer protect his own house. The baby still slept in the cradle. The house was otherwise silent.


She understand nothing happen so she handover bottles..
She set the bottles on the small table.
“You can drink,” she said finally. “Then go.”
Kaali took a bottle, uncapped it, and drank deeply. Thakur did the same. Neither of them moved closer to her. They simply stood in the room, the presence of the injured man on the bed making the air heavy.
After a moment Kaali spoke again, voice low.
While drinking water kaali looking her top to bottom.. Especially the bear stomach... She immediately observed and adjusting her saree her hip area.

The two men exchanged a brief glance. The house remained still except for the soft breathing of the child in the cradle and the faint sound of Raghu’s labored breath on the bed...


Then Kaali told thanks.. And draw a small gun from his small bag.. And it directly kept towards Raghu gun point...


Both are extremely frightened... Priya loudly shout * No... Who are you don't shoot him" please she pleaded them.. But Thakur threaten if you both are not cooperate us. We will finish Raghu.... That warning both shiver wife and husband..

Priya asked what do you want.?

Thakur and kaali told how ever we will take what we want by watching her boobs and hip... She know what they want. But she pleading both please leave us. Already accident happened.
But Thakur told your husband Raghu showing that he is a hero.. To arrest our members he is first one.... Now you will see bastard.. You think you are a hero cop..

Now see how your wife will be scream by our cocks.... Raghu try to stand but he unable... Both laughs...

And kaali gun showing and Thakur coming towards Priya.. Priya body shivering by this unexpected storm....

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Kaali and Thakur both turned their eyes toward Raghu at the same moment. Their laughter came low and slow, a shared, knowing sound that rolled through the dimly lit room like smoke.
“Poor Raghu…” Kaali purred, the words dripping with mock sympathy. She stepped closer, hips swaying, the thin fabric of her blouse doing little to hide the heavy sway of her breasts. “How is your health now? Are you ready to fight… or are you still finding excuses?”
Raghu sat rigid on the edge of the low wooden cot, bare-chested, the marks of the earlier scuffle still faintly red across his ribs. He didn’t answer. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed somewhere past her shoulder.
Kaali didn’t wait. She closed the last step between them, leaned down until her soft, warm body brushed against his arm, and brought her lips to the shell of his ear. Her breath was hot. The words she whispered were quieter still—slow, filthy, deliberate.
Raghu’s eyes flew wide.
Whatever she had said hit him like a current. His pupils blew open, breath catching hard in his throat. A visible shudder ran down his spine. Kaali stayed there a moment longer, lips still brushing his ear, letting the meaning of her words sink deeper. Then she straightened just enough to look into his stunned face, a small, satisfied smile curling her mouth.
Across the room, Priya stood near the window, arms loosely crossed, watching the exchange with a mixture of wariness and something she refused to name. She hadn’t moved when the two men laughed. She hadn’t spoken when Kaali approached her husband. Her gaze stayed locked on Raghu’s suddenly wide eyes, trying to read what had just been poured into him.
Thakur moved without hurry.
He drifted behind her, silent on the worn floorboards. Priya sensed him only a second before his broad chest pressed flush against her back. One strong arm slid around her waist, pulling her firmly into him. The other hand rose, fingers lightly tracing the side of her neck as he lowered his mouth to her ear.
His whisper was lower than Kaali’s had been—rougher, thicker with intent. The words were few, but they were precise. Explicit. They painted a picture of what was about to happen, of how her body would be used, of how little choice she would have once the night truly began.
Priya’s body went rigid.
Her eyes widened, the same stunned expression that had just claimed her husband’s face. A sharp inhale. The pulse in her throat jumped hard against Thakur’s fingers. Heat flooded her cheeks, then lower, a sudden, traitorous throb between her thighs that made her knees weaken for half a second before she locked them again.










Thakur felt every reaction. His arm tightened around her middle, the hard length of his cock pressing unmistakably against the soft curve of her ass through the thin sari. He didn’t grind—yet. He simply held her there, letting her feel the size of him, the heat of him, while his lips brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear.
“You heard me,” he murmured, voice a dark vibration against her skin. “Nod if you understand.”
Priya’s lips parted. No sound came out. After a long, trembling second she gave the smallest nod.
Across the room Kaali was still watching Raghu’s face, one hand now resting lightly on his bare shoulder, thumb stroking almost absently. She glanced over at the other pair, took in the way Priya’s body had gone taut against Thakur’s, the flush climbing her neck, the way her breathing had changed.
Kaali’s smile widened.
She leaned down to Raghu again, this time speaking just loud enough for the others to catch fragments.
“…and while he takes your wife the way she needs… you’ll watch. Every second. You’ll see how wet she gets for him. You’ll hear the sounds she makes when she’s full. And if you’re very good…” Her hand slid lower, over the tense muscle of his chest, down toward the waistband of his lungi. “…maybe I’ll let you touch me while it happens.”
Raghu’s cock twitched hard beneath the cloth. He couldn’t stop it. Kaali felt the movement against her thigh where she had half-straddled his leg and gave a soft, delighted laugh.
Thakur’s hand on Priya’s waist slipped lower, palm spreading over the soft mound of her lower belly, fingers splaying possessively. His other hand left her neck and found the edge of her blouse, tugging the fabric just enough to bare one shoulder. His mouth followed, open and hot, teeth grazing the skin he exposed.
Priya’s head tipped back against his shoulder despite herself. A tiny, helpless sound escaped her throat.
Kaali’s eyes glittered. She straightened fully, turning so both men—and the woman trapped against Thakur—could see her clearly. Slowly, deliberately, she began to untie the knot of her own blouse.
“The night is still young,” she said, voice husky. “And none of us are leaving this room until everyone has been thoroughly… reminded of their place.”
Thakur’s hips finally rolled once, slow and heavy, grinding the thick ridge of his cock against the cleft of Priya’s ass. She gasped, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
Raghu’s hands clenched into fists on his thighs......



Thakur’s hands moved with deliberate, unhurried precision.
From behind, his thick fingers found the loose corner of Priya’s saree where it was tucked at her waist. He didn’t yank. He simply closed his grip around the soft fabric and began to pull—slow, steady, relentless. The cloth whispered as it slid free from the neat fold at her hip. Inch by inch the long length of the saree began to unwind.
Priya’s body jolted.
A sharp thrill raced through her at the first deliberate tug, followed instantly by a deeper shock. Her eyes flew wide. She felt the fabric loosening, felt the cool air begin to touch skin that had been covered only moments before. Her breath caught hard in her throat. She knew exactly what he was doing… and she knew she was not going to stop him.
She stood perfectly still.
Obedient.
Silent.
Only the fine, continuous shiver running through her limbs betrayed how strongly her body reacted. Her bare feet stayed planted on the floor. Her arms remained at her sides even as the saree continued its slow, intimate journey off her frame. Tears of helpless arousal and shame gathered at the corners of her eyes, welling slowly, glittering in the low light. She blinked them back, but more came, sliding down her flushed cheeks without a sound.
Thakur worked methodically.
His left arm stayed locked around her waist, holding her firmly against the hard wall of his chest so she could feel every thick inch of his cock pressing into the soft curve of her ass. His right hand kept pulling. The saree slid across her stomach, across the swell of her hips, then around her thighs. Each new length of cloth that came free revealed more of the thin petticoat beneath. The soft fabric whispered against her skin as it left her body, a long, continuous caress that made her nipples tighten painfully inside her blouse.
Raghu watched from the cot, Kaali still straddling his lap, both of them silent now, eyes fixed on the slow striptease happening a few feet away.
The last few feet of the saree slid free.
Thakur gave one final, almost gentle tug. The entire length of the garment pooled at Priya’s feet in a soft, colorful heap. She stood there in only her blouse and the tight petticoat that clung to her hips and thighs, the thin cotton outlining the full, round shape of her ass and the soft mound between her legs. The petticoat was already damp at the center where her cunt had begun to wet itself. Her blouse, slightly askew from his earlier touches, strained across her heavy breasts; the dark circles of her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.
She looked devastatingly hot.
Vulnerable. Exposed. Trembling.
Thakur’s hands returned to her body at once. One broad palm slid up her bare midriff, fingers spreading possessively over the soft skin just beneath her blouse. The other hand gripped the waistband of her petticoat, testing the drawstring. His mouth lowered to the side of her neck again, open and hot.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her skin, voice rough with approval. “Standing so still while I undress you… even with tears in your eyes.”
Priya’s only answer was a tiny, broken sound—half sob, half moan—as another shiver wracked her frame. Her eyes stayed locked forward, fixed on her husband and the nearly naked woman in his lap, while Thakur’s fingers slowly began to work the knot of her petticoat drawstring.
The day was far from over.

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