10-06-2025, 06:45 PM
Chapter- 4
The next morning, at 8:00 AM,
Bappy arrived at the villa in his car to pick up Kavya and take her to the station. After a few minutes Kavya stepped out of the villa, dressed in a security officer uniform with an IPS badge gleaming on her breast. She walked out like a bold officer, exuding confidence and authority. Seeing her, Bappy immediately gave a salute and respectfully opened the car door for her.
Bappy drove the car into the station, and as soon as they arrived, everyone at the station was left stunned by Kavya's beauty. Dressed in her security officer uniform, she commanded attention, turning heads with her confident stride and striking appearance.
Day 1 passed with back-to-back meetings and the formal handover of case files. By evening, Kavya was thoroughly exhausted. At 5:00 PM, she finally left the station and headed back to the villa to rest.
That night, Kavya stayed up late, reading through all the case files one by one. Despite her thorough review, she couldn’t find a single loophole or any suspicious detail about the business Gajendar Singh was running in the state. Everything appeared clean—almost too clean.
The next morning, while having breakfast in the dining room, Kavya casually turned to Balraj and asked, “Balraj, what do you know about Gajendar Singh?”
Balraj paused for a moment, wiping his hands on his apron, then replied cautiously, “Madam Ji, people say many things… but he’s a powerful man. Rich, generous with donations, and always keeps things… quiet.” Gajendar Singh has all the Bangladeshi supporters in the state behind him. He’s, their man. He helps them with everything—children’s education, hospital bills, housing issues—you name it. People respect him like a leader. To the public eye, he’s doing a lot of good.
Kavya listened intently, then gave a firm nod, her expression unreadable. Without saying much, she stood up, adjusted her uniform, and walked out of the villa with purpose. Moments later, she was in the car, heading straight to the station—her mind already working through Balraj’s words.
Who is Gajendar Singh?
Gajendar Singh was 48 years old, dark-skinned with a striking white mustache that gave him a distinctive presence. Despite his age, he was a regular at the gym and maintained a remarkably fit physique—an image of black African guy. He is having nick name in the city; Many of them called him “BLACK TIGER”
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He lived with his wife in the city, though their relationship was strained over one major issue: their sons.
Their two sons had completed their education and were now working in the USA. Gajendar had always dreamed of bringing them back to joining and eventually taking over his business. But his wife firmly disagreed. She believed their future was brighter abroad and quietly decided to send both sons to the U.S., against Gajendar 's wishes.
While most people in the state believed Gajendar Singh was running a legitimate and generous business, the reality was far more sinister. Beneath his spotless public image, Gajendar was deeply involved in smuggling operations. Through a well-organized network, he was sending and receiving high-value goods—electronics, gold, and diamonds—to and from Bangladesh to Singapore using covert boat routes.
But that wasn’t all.
He was also facilitating the illegal entry of many Bangladeshis into the state, providing them shelter and fake documents to blend into local communities. All of this was done under the radar, with no trace in the files Kavya had reviewed—he had covered his tracks with meticulous care.
Most of the security officer officers in the region were under Gajendar Singh control. Over the years, he had secured their silence and loyalty by bribing them with crores of rupees. For them, upholding the law had long taken a backseat to personal gain. Even Head Constable Bappy Chowdhury, one of the most trusted faces at the station, was secretly receiving funds from Gajendar Singh.
Gajendar Singh presented himself as a decent, family-oriented man in front of his wife and children. But beneath that facade, he harbored a dark weakness—his obsession with women. Since his bachelor days, he had always been driven by an insatiable desire to control and possess any woman he found attractive. No matter what the cost, if Gajendar set eyes on someone, he would stop at nothing to bring her into his bed.,
To Kavya, this wasn’t just a case anymore, it was a war, and she was surrounded by enemies wearing the same uniform.
On the second day at the station, Kavya made her presence felt. She gathered all the officers and issued a firm order: “From today, I want all of you to patrol the city every day. Make sure the people know we are here, that we’re watching over them. Show them we’re behind them.
Days passed, and Kavya continued her rounds, steadily gaining a reputation for being a force to be reckoned with. However, one evening, Gajendar Singh’s patience seemed to run thin. He picked up his phone and dialed Bappy's number.
“Bappy, tell me about this Kavya Shetty... the new IPS officer,” Gajendar ’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. “What’s she up to? How serious is she about this investigation?”
Bappy, caught off guard, hesitated before responding. He knew Gajendar ’s influence, but he also knew that Kavya was not someone to be easily dismissed.
Bappy: “Gajendar Bhai, Kavya Shetty is the new IPS officer who joined our station two weeks ago. She’s been taking charge ever since, making everyone do their rounds daily and show a lot of authority. She’s not like the others, seems sharp and determined
Gajendar: Hey, Bappy, are you praising her in front of me? From today onwards, I need to know every move she makes. Understand?”
Bappy, sensing the danger in Gajendar 's words, quickly nodded, even though Gajendar couldn’t see him.
Bappy: “Of course, Gajendar Bhai. I’ll keep a close watch on her, make sure you’re the first to know anything.”
Gajendar: "Hey Bappy, I need all the details about her—family background, personal life, everything. First, you send me her photo. I’m very excited to see what she looks like."
Bappy: I’ll get it, Gajendar Bhai. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you have everything you need."
Gajendar ’s voice softened again, almost in a playful manner. “Good. I’m counting on you. Don’t disappoint me.” And cut the phone call,
Bappy looked at the video on his phone. It was the only one he had—taken discreetly when Kavya arrived at the airport. But the video only showed her back as she walked toward the car, her face never fully visible. He knew sending this to Gajendar would only bring trouble. Gajendar would be furious, and Bappy didn’t want to risk angering him again.
After a few moments of pacing, Bappy realized he had no choice but to act quickly and smartly. He couldn’t afford to send a partial video and raise Gajendar ’s suspicions. Instead, Bappy decided to craft a new plan. He would need to gather more detailed information about Kavya—without her noticing—perhaps even getting a clearer photo or video of her face when the time was right.
Even Bappy was very afraid when thinking about Kavya. If she finds out about his plan, she will definitely cause serious problems for his career.
Next Day- 31st December-2023
Everyone at the station had taken the day off and gone home to begin the New Year celebrations. Agartala city was bustling with activity—crowds thronged the shops and markets, and even the wine shops were overflowing with people.
It was around evening 4:30 PM, with the night shift officers scheduled to arrive at 6:00 PM. Apart from Kavya, Bappy and the other two officers, everyone at the station had already left. This time, Kavya had allowed everyone to take the day off and enjoy the New Year celebrations with their families.
Kavya sat in her cabin, lost in thoughts about her family, especially her husband Rahul and son Akhil. This was the first time they had missed the New Year celebrations together, which made her reflect on how different things felt without them.
Bappy wanted to leave the station since he had already planned an alcohol party with his friends for the night. His friends had begun calling him, urging him to come to the spot. However, because of his responsibility to Kavya, he couldn’t leave. Bappy had been appointed by higher officials to always be with Kavya, providing her with support whenever needed.
Bappy didn’t respond to his friends’ calls, even though they kept calling him repeatedly, urging him to join the party. After a while, frustrated by his silence, they started sending him angry and scolding messages on WhatsApp.
Time passed, and everyone on the night shift reached the station. Still, Kavya was sitting inside her cabin. Bappy, frustrated, scolded her in his mind, "Saali kutheee, what are you doing inside the cabin? It's already time to leave work. Don't make me come in there and drag you out,
He paced the hallway, his patience wearing thin. Kavya was always like this—lost in her own world, taking her sweet time.
After 7:00 PM, Kavya grabbed her laptop, stormed out of the station, and walked briskly toward Bappy. She stopped in front of him, her face taut with frustration.
“Hey, Bappy, we can leave now,” she snapped, her voice sharp and filled with anger.
Bappy raised an eyebrow, surprised by her attitude. “We can leave now. After making everyone wait for hours?” he replied, his voice low but laced with irritation.
Kavya didn’t flinch. “I’ve been busy, alright? Not that it’s any of your business,” she shot back, her tone icy.
Bappy clenched his fists for a moment, trying to calm himself. “Whatever,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Madam Ji Let’s just go.”
Kavya and Bappy both got into the car, the silence between them thick and uncomfortable. As Bappy started the engine, the hum of the car was the only sound filling the air. He kept his eyes on the road, but his curiosity got the better of him.
"Madam Ji," he said, glancing at her for a moment. "Why do you always have anger written all over your face?"
Kavya, who had been staring out of the window, didn’t respond immediately. Her grip tightened on her laptop as if her thoughts were racing. She let the question hang in the air for a few seconds before finally speaking.
“It’s not anger,” she muttered, her voice quieter now. “It’s just... I don't know. Maybe it's easier to hide behind that than deal with everything else.”
Bappy raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Easier to hide behind anger?” he asked, glancing at her once more, his tone gentle but probing.
Kavya shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I guess." She sighed, looking out the window again, lost in thought. "Sometimes it just feels like the world expects you to keep it all together. So, you act tough. It’s a defense mechanism, I guess."
Bappy stayed quiet for a moment, taking in her words. "You know, you don’t have to do that all the time, right?" he said softly, his eyes back on the road. "It’s okay to show you’re not always in control. People can handle it."
Kavya glanced at him briefly but didn’t say anything, her expression was unreadable. For a moment, the car was silent again, but somehow, the air between them felt a little less tense.
Kavya sat in silence, her mind racing as Bappy’s question echoed in her thoughts. Bappy’s question is correct, she thought, her gaze fixed on the passing streetlights. Why am I always showing my anger with these people? The realization lingered in her mind, but it didn’t feel like an easy answer.
Still, even with that moment of clarity, she couldn't bring herself to let her guard down. She wasn’t ready to attach herself to any other men. Her feminism ran deep, almost stubborn in its nature. She valued her independence, her autonomy, and wasn’t willing to compromise that for anyone
Kavya: Hey Mr. Stop talking and just drive the car,
Bappy blinked, momentarily taken aback by her sudden shift in attitude. He glanced at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. But he didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a small sigh and focused back on the road, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
As they drove in silence, Bappy couldn't shake the frustration building inside him. He turned his gaze toward the road, but in his mind, he was fuming. You adamant fucking bitch, Black Tiger Gajendar Singh’s eye is already searching for you, one day Gajendar Singh will take you into his bed and control your adamant character,
After a few minutes, they arrived at the villa. Kavya got out of the car and walked inside. Bappy stole another glance at her back view, noticing her tight hockey pants as she headed toward the villa. Then, he slowly reversed the car and drove away from the villa.
It was around 8:30 PM, and the villa was unusually quiet. Kavya, feeling the pangs of hunger, looked around but couldn’t find Balraj anywhere. She pulled out her phone and quickly dialed Bappy. As soon as he answered, she asked urgently, “Have you seen Balraj? I can’t find him anywhere in the villa.”
On the other end, Bappy was in the middle of an alcohol-fueled party with his friends. Amid the background noise and laughter, he responded a bit lazily, “Madam ji, give me five minutes. I’ll check his shop and call you back.”
A few minutes later, Bappy called Kavya back. His voice was slightly more serious this time.
“Madam ji “Balraj went out of the city to purchase groceries for his shop. He’ll be back at the villa after 10 PM. Today’s the last day of the year, so there were some delays. Also… he’s not using his mobile phone, that’s why he couldn’t update us.”
Kavya let out a small sigh, rubbing her temple. “Alright,” she replied quietly. “Thanks for letting me know.”
Bappy: Madam JI, I sense that you might be feeling hungry, and I noticed there aren’t any nearby shops in your villa area. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know—I’ll be happy to bring it to your villa.
Kavya thought for a moment and said, “No, Bappy. I can manage here." And cut the call,
Kavya was furious, her hunger intensifying her anger as the time ticked past 10:15 PM. Suddenly, the doorbell rang in the villa. She instantly knew—it had to be Balraj.
As she opened the door, Balraj stood there, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of fear. Without hesitation, Kavya slapped him across the cheek. Balraj stood still, helpless, as silent tears began to stream down his face. but his tears did nothing to ease her anger. Her voice rose again as she scolded him harshly, “How dare you go out without even asking for permission? You didn’t even bother to cook food for me before leaving!” Her frustration poured out, fueled by hunger and the growing sense of being disrespected, while Balraj stood silently, overwhelmed and ashamed.
Balraj wanted to leave the job immediately, he couldn’t take the humiliation any longer. But the commitment he had made to the money held him back. A few months ago, he had taken a loan of 5 lakhs from the bank using his shop as collateral. He had managed to repay around 4 lakhs so far. For the remaining amount, the bank had given him a grace period of three months. To cover the rest, Balraj had agreed to take up this job, despite the challenges and personal toll it was taking on him.
Balraj: Madam JI, Sorry Mujhe maap kardo (Please forgive me) I will not make this mistake again,
Kavya scolded herself silently in her mind, filled with guilt and regret: "Why, Kavya? Why did you beat this old man? He’s over 60… he's just like my father. How could you do this to him? One day, you’ll pay for this… you’ll end up in hell for sure."
She didn’t react outwardly. Instead, she stood still for a few seconds, frozen in the weight of her own remorse, as Balraj’s quiet sobs echoed in the heavy silence of the villa. She had just decided to say sorry, her heart heavy with guilt, but before she could utter a word, Balraj spoke softly, “Madam ji, please give me 30 minutes’ time. I will make the best food for you.”
Without looking back, he quietly moved toward the kitchen, his steps slow but steady, still wiping away the traces of his tears. Kavya stood there in silence, her apology stuck in her throat, watching the old man disappear into the warmth of the kitchen.
Although Balraj addressed him respectfully and moved toward the kitchen, internally he was seething with rage. As he started to make the meal, his mind seethed quietly: "What does this fucking bitch think she is?" Just because she holds power… does that mean she has the right to hit an old man like me? I am not a servant who lacks dignity, I will compensate you for this, sure one day I will enjoy your lovely ample backside, and damage it, I will, I will,
It was around 11:00 PM when Balraj finished preparing dinner and invited Kavya from her room to join. Kavya, who had thoroughly enjoyed the dishes Balraj made, sat quietly for a while. After a moment of silence, she seemed to be contemplating something before finally deciding to speak up and react.
Kavya: I am truly sorry, Balraj. If only I could turn back time, I would never have caused you pain, not even in thought, not even in silence. Please forgive me…
Upon hearing this, Balraj felt ashamed and wondered to himself, how did this fucking bitch act so innocent? May I take this opportunity and connect with her, and finally Balraj ready to play some tricky conversation with her,
One day While Kavya was at the office, Balraj went to clean her room. As he tidied up, he noticed a small photo album lying on the bed. By Curious, he opened it and began flipping through the pages. He found family pictures of Kavya with her husband and son, along with several individual shots of her. Then, his gaze stopped on one particular photo — a younger Kavya, dressed in a karate uniform, proudly receiving her karate belt at college.
Balraj, keeping his tone playful, said, "Madam Ji, now I know karate and Ssireum the Korean fight style. Next time you try to beat me, I’ll pull you right outside the villa!"
Hearing
this, Kavya couldn’t hold back her laughter. With a playful grin, she replied, “Really? Well, let’s see. Be ready — I’ll slap you every day, just for no reason!”
Her sudden shift in attitude made Balraj feel more positive, encouraging him to stay on the same track.
Balraj said, “Madam Ji, I’m not joking,” then stepped away from the dining table and demonstrated a karate move. Kavya was stunned by the sudden transformation. Even at his age, his body was surprisingly flexible. Impressed, she exclaimed, “Wow, amazing!”
Kavya said, “Unbelievable, Balraj! You’re amazing, especially doing this at your age. I have so much respect for you now.”
Kavya had loved playing sports since childhood and was always eager to learn different kinds of martial arts. On the other end of the spectrum, Balraj, in his own way, had discovered a small weakness in her — one he might just be able to use to his advantage.
Balraj said, “Madam Ji, I’ve been the champion of Ssireum — the Korean wrestling sport — since 1985!”
What Balraj said to Kavya was true. Between 1980 and 1990, many people in India practiced this sport, and Balraj was, in fact, a state-level champion during that time. Kavya herself had watched the sport many times on TV — it was one of her favorites.
Kavya said: Wow great Balraj, you are a true hero,
Balraj wanted to change track and draw her into his net, so he decided to try something different — a new approach to catch her attention.
Meanwhile, Kavya finished her dinner, stepped away from the dining chair, and walked over to wash her hands.
Balraj said mockingly, “Madam Ji, in this generation, no one really needs talent. If you have money, you can get any job in India.”
Hearing this from Balraj, Kavya’s face flushed with anger. She turned to him and said, “So, you think I don’t have talent and that I’m just doing this job because of it?”
Balraj, trying to play his next move carefully and said, “Madam Ji, who would believe you’re a security officer officer without your uniform? You’re so beautiful and look like a cinema actress. I’m starting to think you might have paid for this IPS posting.”
Kavya anger is at the peak and said ‘Hey Balraj just shut your mouth, or I will break your teeth and keep in this table,
Balraj laughed, "Ha ha! You can't do anything, Madam. From our very first meeting, I could tell you’re physically weak and not eligible for this posting." Kavya shot back, “How dare you say that to me — a successful IPS officer like me?”
Balraj chuckled and replied, "Successful? When? Where?" He laughed again,
Kavya’s stood near the dining table and her face turned red with anger. Seeing her frustration, Balraj prepared himself for the next round, ready to trick her once again.
Balraj smirked and said, "Okay, Madam Ji, let’s do a small test to see if you’re physically fit for this job. You’ll have to prove it to me. But I’m sure — I guarantee you won’t be able to. After all, you’re a weak security officer officer."
Kavya held out her hands and snapped, “Hey, you bloody old man, stop talking and tell me how I need to prove it. And if I do prove myself, I’ll stop your three-month salary!” Hearing this, Balraj was momentarily shocked, but his confidence quickly resurfaced. With a smirk, he agreed to the deal.
Kavya, her patience running thin, snapped again, “Tell me, you bloody old man — what’s the competition, and when can we conduct it?”
Balraj, with a calm smirk, replied, “Madam Ji, keep cool. Even if you have an anger disorder, you should try to control it.”
Kavya said ‘hey stop that’s none of your business, if you have courage fix the competition,
Balraj said, “Madam Ji, go get a good night’s sleep today. I’ll tell you about the competition when the time is right.”
But in truth, Balraj wasn’t in any rush. He badly wanted to keep the conversation — and the connection — going. So, he decided to play a different game, one that would slowly draw her closer, step by step. In the end, Kavya’s ego had taken over. Blinded by pride, she stopped considering the consequences of her commitment. Her usual sharpness as an IPS officer began to fade. In this quiet psychological game, Balraj had the upper hand — he had successfully thrown her off track and disrupted her officer’s mindset. For now, he was the clear winner.
Kavya shot Balraj with a final glare, her face burning with anger, then turned sharply and walked out of the dining room without another word. Her footsteps echoed through the hallway, leaving behind a heavy silence — and a satisfied smirk on Balraj’s face.
The next morning, at 8:00 AM,
Bappy arrived at the villa in his car to pick up Kavya and take her to the station. After a few minutes Kavya stepped out of the villa, dressed in a security officer uniform with an IPS badge gleaming on her breast. She walked out like a bold officer, exuding confidence and authority. Seeing her, Bappy immediately gave a salute and respectfully opened the car door for her.
Bappy drove the car into the station, and as soon as they arrived, everyone at the station was left stunned by Kavya's beauty. Dressed in her security officer uniform, she commanded attention, turning heads with her confident stride and striking appearance.
Day 1 passed with back-to-back meetings and the formal handover of case files. By evening, Kavya was thoroughly exhausted. At 5:00 PM, she finally left the station and headed back to the villa to rest.
That night, Kavya stayed up late, reading through all the case files one by one. Despite her thorough review, she couldn’t find a single loophole or any suspicious detail about the business Gajendar Singh was running in the state. Everything appeared clean—almost too clean.
The next morning, while having breakfast in the dining room, Kavya casually turned to Balraj and asked, “Balraj, what do you know about Gajendar Singh?”
Balraj paused for a moment, wiping his hands on his apron, then replied cautiously, “Madam Ji, people say many things… but he’s a powerful man. Rich, generous with donations, and always keeps things… quiet.” Gajendar Singh has all the Bangladeshi supporters in the state behind him. He’s, their man. He helps them with everything—children’s education, hospital bills, housing issues—you name it. People respect him like a leader. To the public eye, he’s doing a lot of good.
Kavya listened intently, then gave a firm nod, her expression unreadable. Without saying much, she stood up, adjusted her uniform, and walked out of the villa with purpose. Moments later, she was in the car, heading straight to the station—her mind already working through Balraj’s words.
Who is Gajendar Singh?
Gajendar Singh was 48 years old, dark-skinned with a striking white mustache that gave him a distinctive presence. Despite his age, he was a regular at the gym and maintained a remarkably fit physique—an image of black African guy. He is having nick name in the city; Many of them called him “BLACK TIGER”
He lived with his wife in the city, though their relationship was strained over one major issue: their sons.
Their two sons had completed their education and were now working in the USA. Gajendar had always dreamed of bringing them back to joining and eventually taking over his business. But his wife firmly disagreed. She believed their future was brighter abroad and quietly decided to send both sons to the U.S., against Gajendar 's wishes.
While most people in the state believed Gajendar Singh was running a legitimate and generous business, the reality was far more sinister. Beneath his spotless public image, Gajendar was deeply involved in smuggling operations. Through a well-organized network, he was sending and receiving high-value goods—electronics, gold, and diamonds—to and from Bangladesh to Singapore using covert boat routes.
But that wasn’t all.
He was also facilitating the illegal entry of many Bangladeshis into the state, providing them shelter and fake documents to blend into local communities. All of this was done under the radar, with no trace in the files Kavya had reviewed—he had covered his tracks with meticulous care.
Most of the security officer officers in the region were under Gajendar Singh control. Over the years, he had secured their silence and loyalty by bribing them with crores of rupees. For them, upholding the law had long taken a backseat to personal gain. Even Head Constable Bappy Chowdhury, one of the most trusted faces at the station, was secretly receiving funds from Gajendar Singh.
Gajendar Singh presented himself as a decent, family-oriented man in front of his wife and children. But beneath that facade, he harbored a dark weakness—his obsession with women. Since his bachelor days, he had always been driven by an insatiable desire to control and possess any woman he found attractive. No matter what the cost, if Gajendar set eyes on someone, he would stop at nothing to bring her into his bed.,
To Kavya, this wasn’t just a case anymore, it was a war, and she was surrounded by enemies wearing the same uniform.
On the second day at the station, Kavya made her presence felt. She gathered all the officers and issued a firm order: “From today, I want all of you to patrol the city every day. Make sure the people know we are here, that we’re watching over them. Show them we’re behind them.
Days passed, and Kavya continued her rounds, steadily gaining a reputation for being a force to be reckoned with. However, one evening, Gajendar Singh’s patience seemed to run thin. He picked up his phone and dialed Bappy's number.
“Bappy, tell me about this Kavya Shetty... the new IPS officer,” Gajendar ’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. “What’s she up to? How serious is she about this investigation?”
Bappy, caught off guard, hesitated before responding. He knew Gajendar ’s influence, but he also knew that Kavya was not someone to be easily dismissed.
Bappy: “Gajendar Bhai, Kavya Shetty is the new IPS officer who joined our station two weeks ago. She’s been taking charge ever since, making everyone do their rounds daily and show a lot of authority. She’s not like the others, seems sharp and determined
Gajendar: Hey, Bappy, are you praising her in front of me? From today onwards, I need to know every move she makes. Understand?”
Bappy, sensing the danger in Gajendar 's words, quickly nodded, even though Gajendar couldn’t see him.
Bappy: “Of course, Gajendar Bhai. I’ll keep a close watch on her, make sure you’re the first to know anything.”
Gajendar: "Hey Bappy, I need all the details about her—family background, personal life, everything. First, you send me her photo. I’m very excited to see what she looks like."
Bappy: I’ll get it, Gajendar Bhai. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you have everything you need."
Gajendar ’s voice softened again, almost in a playful manner. “Good. I’m counting on you. Don’t disappoint me.” And cut the phone call,
Bappy looked at the video on his phone. It was the only one he had—taken discreetly when Kavya arrived at the airport. But the video only showed her back as she walked toward the car, her face never fully visible. He knew sending this to Gajendar would only bring trouble. Gajendar would be furious, and Bappy didn’t want to risk angering him again.
After a few moments of pacing, Bappy realized he had no choice but to act quickly and smartly. He couldn’t afford to send a partial video and raise Gajendar ’s suspicions. Instead, Bappy decided to craft a new plan. He would need to gather more detailed information about Kavya—without her noticing—perhaps even getting a clearer photo or video of her face when the time was right.
Even Bappy was very afraid when thinking about Kavya. If she finds out about his plan, she will definitely cause serious problems for his career.
Next Day- 31st December-2023
Everyone at the station had taken the day off and gone home to begin the New Year celebrations. Agartala city was bustling with activity—crowds thronged the shops and markets, and even the wine shops were overflowing with people.
It was around evening 4:30 PM, with the night shift officers scheduled to arrive at 6:00 PM. Apart from Kavya, Bappy and the other two officers, everyone at the station had already left. This time, Kavya had allowed everyone to take the day off and enjoy the New Year celebrations with their families.
Kavya sat in her cabin, lost in thoughts about her family, especially her husband Rahul and son Akhil. This was the first time they had missed the New Year celebrations together, which made her reflect on how different things felt without them.
Bappy wanted to leave the station since he had already planned an alcohol party with his friends for the night. His friends had begun calling him, urging him to come to the spot. However, because of his responsibility to Kavya, he couldn’t leave. Bappy had been appointed by higher officials to always be with Kavya, providing her with support whenever needed.
Bappy didn’t respond to his friends’ calls, even though they kept calling him repeatedly, urging him to join the party. After a while, frustrated by his silence, they started sending him angry and scolding messages on WhatsApp.
Time passed, and everyone on the night shift reached the station. Still, Kavya was sitting inside her cabin. Bappy, frustrated, scolded her in his mind, "Saali kutheee, what are you doing inside the cabin? It's already time to leave work. Don't make me come in there and drag you out,
He paced the hallway, his patience wearing thin. Kavya was always like this—lost in her own world, taking her sweet time.
After 7:00 PM, Kavya grabbed her laptop, stormed out of the station, and walked briskly toward Bappy. She stopped in front of him, her face taut with frustration.
“Hey, Bappy, we can leave now,” she snapped, her voice sharp and filled with anger.
Bappy raised an eyebrow, surprised by her attitude. “We can leave now. After making everyone wait for hours?” he replied, his voice low but laced with irritation.
Kavya didn’t flinch. “I’ve been busy, alright? Not that it’s any of your business,” she shot back, her tone icy.
Bappy clenched his fists for a moment, trying to calm himself. “Whatever,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Madam Ji Let’s just go.”
Kavya and Bappy both got into the car, the silence between them thick and uncomfortable. As Bappy started the engine, the hum of the car was the only sound filling the air. He kept his eyes on the road, but his curiosity got the better of him.
"Madam Ji," he said, glancing at her for a moment. "Why do you always have anger written all over your face?"
Kavya, who had been staring out of the window, didn’t respond immediately. Her grip tightened on her laptop as if her thoughts were racing. She let the question hang in the air for a few seconds before finally speaking.
“It’s not anger,” she muttered, her voice quieter now. “It’s just... I don't know. Maybe it's easier to hide behind that than deal with everything else.”
Bappy raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Easier to hide behind anger?” he asked, glancing at her once more, his tone gentle but probing.
Kavya shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I guess." She sighed, looking out the window again, lost in thought. "Sometimes it just feels like the world expects you to keep it all together. So, you act tough. It’s a defense mechanism, I guess."
Bappy stayed quiet for a moment, taking in her words. "You know, you don’t have to do that all the time, right?" he said softly, his eyes back on the road. "It’s okay to show you’re not always in control. People can handle it."
Kavya glanced at him briefly but didn’t say anything, her expression was unreadable. For a moment, the car was silent again, but somehow, the air between them felt a little less tense.
Kavya sat in silence, her mind racing as Bappy’s question echoed in her thoughts. Bappy’s question is correct, she thought, her gaze fixed on the passing streetlights. Why am I always showing my anger with these people? The realization lingered in her mind, but it didn’t feel like an easy answer.
Still, even with that moment of clarity, she couldn't bring herself to let her guard down. She wasn’t ready to attach herself to any other men. Her feminism ran deep, almost stubborn in its nature. She valued her independence, her autonomy, and wasn’t willing to compromise that for anyone
Kavya: Hey Mr. Stop talking and just drive the car,
Bappy blinked, momentarily taken aback by her sudden shift in attitude. He glanced at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. But he didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a small sigh and focused back on the road, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
As they drove in silence, Bappy couldn't shake the frustration building inside him. He turned his gaze toward the road, but in his mind, he was fuming. You adamant fucking bitch, Black Tiger Gajendar Singh’s eye is already searching for you, one day Gajendar Singh will take you into his bed and control your adamant character,
After a few minutes, they arrived at the villa. Kavya got out of the car and walked inside. Bappy stole another glance at her back view, noticing her tight hockey pants as she headed toward the villa. Then, he slowly reversed the car and drove away from the villa.
It was around 8:30 PM, and the villa was unusually quiet. Kavya, feeling the pangs of hunger, looked around but couldn’t find Balraj anywhere. She pulled out her phone and quickly dialed Bappy. As soon as he answered, she asked urgently, “Have you seen Balraj? I can’t find him anywhere in the villa.”
On the other end, Bappy was in the middle of an alcohol-fueled party with his friends. Amid the background noise and laughter, he responded a bit lazily, “Madam ji, give me five minutes. I’ll check his shop and call you back.”
A few minutes later, Bappy called Kavya back. His voice was slightly more serious this time.
“Madam ji “Balraj went out of the city to purchase groceries for his shop. He’ll be back at the villa after 10 PM. Today’s the last day of the year, so there were some delays. Also… he’s not using his mobile phone, that’s why he couldn’t update us.”
Kavya let out a small sigh, rubbing her temple. “Alright,” she replied quietly. “Thanks for letting me know.”
Bappy: Madam JI, I sense that you might be feeling hungry, and I noticed there aren’t any nearby shops in your villa area. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know—I’ll be happy to bring it to your villa.
Kavya thought for a moment and said, “No, Bappy. I can manage here." And cut the call,
Kavya was furious, her hunger intensifying her anger as the time ticked past 10:15 PM. Suddenly, the doorbell rang in the villa. She instantly knew—it had to be Balraj.
As she opened the door, Balraj stood there, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of fear. Without hesitation, Kavya slapped him across the cheek. Balraj stood still, helpless, as silent tears began to stream down his face. but his tears did nothing to ease her anger. Her voice rose again as she scolded him harshly, “How dare you go out without even asking for permission? You didn’t even bother to cook food for me before leaving!” Her frustration poured out, fueled by hunger and the growing sense of being disrespected, while Balraj stood silently, overwhelmed and ashamed.
Balraj wanted to leave the job immediately, he couldn’t take the humiliation any longer. But the commitment he had made to the money held him back. A few months ago, he had taken a loan of 5 lakhs from the bank using his shop as collateral. He had managed to repay around 4 lakhs so far. For the remaining amount, the bank had given him a grace period of three months. To cover the rest, Balraj had agreed to take up this job, despite the challenges and personal toll it was taking on him.
Balraj: Madam JI, Sorry Mujhe maap kardo (Please forgive me) I will not make this mistake again,
Kavya scolded herself silently in her mind, filled with guilt and regret: "Why, Kavya? Why did you beat this old man? He’s over 60… he's just like my father. How could you do this to him? One day, you’ll pay for this… you’ll end up in hell for sure."
She didn’t react outwardly. Instead, she stood still for a few seconds, frozen in the weight of her own remorse, as Balraj’s quiet sobs echoed in the heavy silence of the villa. She had just decided to say sorry, her heart heavy with guilt, but before she could utter a word, Balraj spoke softly, “Madam ji, please give me 30 minutes’ time. I will make the best food for you.”
Without looking back, he quietly moved toward the kitchen, his steps slow but steady, still wiping away the traces of his tears. Kavya stood there in silence, her apology stuck in her throat, watching the old man disappear into the warmth of the kitchen.
Although Balraj addressed him respectfully and moved toward the kitchen, internally he was seething with rage. As he started to make the meal, his mind seethed quietly: "What does this fucking bitch think she is?" Just because she holds power… does that mean she has the right to hit an old man like me? I am not a servant who lacks dignity, I will compensate you for this, sure one day I will enjoy your lovely ample backside, and damage it, I will, I will,
It was around 11:00 PM when Balraj finished preparing dinner and invited Kavya from her room to join. Kavya, who had thoroughly enjoyed the dishes Balraj made, sat quietly for a while. After a moment of silence, she seemed to be contemplating something before finally deciding to speak up and react.
Kavya: I am truly sorry, Balraj. If only I could turn back time, I would never have caused you pain, not even in thought, not even in silence. Please forgive me…
Upon hearing this, Balraj felt ashamed and wondered to himself, how did this fucking bitch act so innocent? May I take this opportunity and connect with her, and finally Balraj ready to play some tricky conversation with her,
One day While Kavya was at the office, Balraj went to clean her room. As he tidied up, he noticed a small photo album lying on the bed. By Curious, he opened it and began flipping through the pages. He found family pictures of Kavya with her husband and son, along with several individual shots of her. Then, his gaze stopped on one particular photo — a younger Kavya, dressed in a karate uniform, proudly receiving her karate belt at college.
Balraj, keeping his tone playful, said, "Madam Ji, now I know karate and Ssireum the Korean fight style. Next time you try to beat me, I’ll pull you right outside the villa!"
Hearing
this, Kavya couldn’t hold back her laughter. With a playful grin, she replied, “Really? Well, let’s see. Be ready — I’ll slap you every day, just for no reason!”
Her sudden shift in attitude made Balraj feel more positive, encouraging him to stay on the same track.
Balraj said, “Madam Ji, I’m not joking,” then stepped away from the dining table and demonstrated a karate move. Kavya was stunned by the sudden transformation. Even at his age, his body was surprisingly flexible. Impressed, she exclaimed, “Wow, amazing!”
Kavya said, “Unbelievable, Balraj! You’re amazing, especially doing this at your age. I have so much respect for you now.”
Kavya had loved playing sports since childhood and was always eager to learn different kinds of martial arts. On the other end of the spectrum, Balraj, in his own way, had discovered a small weakness in her — one he might just be able to use to his advantage.
Balraj said, “Madam Ji, I’ve been the champion of Ssireum — the Korean wrestling sport — since 1985!”
What Balraj said to Kavya was true. Between 1980 and 1990, many people in India practiced this sport, and Balraj was, in fact, a state-level champion during that time. Kavya herself had watched the sport many times on TV — it was one of her favorites.
Kavya said: Wow great Balraj, you are a true hero,
Balraj wanted to change track and draw her into his net, so he decided to try something different — a new approach to catch her attention.
Meanwhile, Kavya finished her dinner, stepped away from the dining chair, and walked over to wash her hands.
Balraj said mockingly, “Madam Ji, in this generation, no one really needs talent. If you have money, you can get any job in India.”
Hearing this from Balraj, Kavya’s face flushed with anger. She turned to him and said, “So, you think I don’t have talent and that I’m just doing this job because of it?”
Balraj, trying to play his next move carefully and said, “Madam Ji, who would believe you’re a security officer officer without your uniform? You’re so beautiful and look like a cinema actress. I’m starting to think you might have paid for this IPS posting.”
Kavya anger is at the peak and said ‘Hey Balraj just shut your mouth, or I will break your teeth and keep in this table,
Balraj laughed, "Ha ha! You can't do anything, Madam. From our very first meeting, I could tell you’re physically weak and not eligible for this posting." Kavya shot back, “How dare you say that to me — a successful IPS officer like me?”
Balraj chuckled and replied, "Successful? When? Where?" He laughed again,
Kavya’s stood near the dining table and her face turned red with anger. Seeing her frustration, Balraj prepared himself for the next round, ready to trick her once again.
Balraj smirked and said, "Okay, Madam Ji, let’s do a small test to see if you’re physically fit for this job. You’ll have to prove it to me. But I’m sure — I guarantee you won’t be able to. After all, you’re a weak security officer officer."
Kavya held out her hands and snapped, “Hey, you bloody old man, stop talking and tell me how I need to prove it. And if I do prove myself, I’ll stop your three-month salary!” Hearing this, Balraj was momentarily shocked, but his confidence quickly resurfaced. With a smirk, he agreed to the deal.
Kavya, her patience running thin, snapped again, “Tell me, you bloody old man — what’s the competition, and when can we conduct it?”
Balraj, with a calm smirk, replied, “Madam Ji, keep cool. Even if you have an anger disorder, you should try to control it.”
Kavya said ‘hey stop that’s none of your business, if you have courage fix the competition,
Balraj said, “Madam Ji, go get a good night’s sleep today. I’ll tell you about the competition when the time is right.”
But in truth, Balraj wasn’t in any rush. He badly wanted to keep the conversation — and the connection — going. So, he decided to play a different game, one that would slowly draw her closer, step by step. In the end, Kavya’s ego had taken over. Blinded by pride, she stopped considering the consequences of her commitment. Her usual sharpness as an IPS officer began to fade. In this quiet psychological game, Balraj had the upper hand — he had successfully thrown her off track and disrupted her officer’s mindset. For now, he was the clear winner.
Kavya shot Balraj with a final glare, her face burning with anger, then turned sharply and walked out of the dining room without another word. Her footsteps echoed through the hallway, leaving behind a heavy silence — and a satisfied smirk on Balraj’s face.
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