Fantasy CRUSADE OF KAVYA IN AGARTALA

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter - 6
 
15th Jan 2024 – 11.30 AM
Due to political pressure from the Central Government, the Tripura state government has announced that the State Assembly elections will be held in May 2024. The announcement has generated a wave of enthusiasm among the people of Tripura, particularly in Agartala city, where citizens are eager to cast their votes and actively participate in the democratic process.

One of the most talked-about candidates this election season is Mr. Vivek Sharma, who is contesting as the MLA candidate from the [Party name needed]. He has gained significant support from the public, especially among the youth of Agartala.



At 48 years of age, Vivek Sharma is known for his humble beginnings. He left his studies at the age of 15 to pursue a life in politics, driven by a passion to serve the nation and uplift the poor. Coming from a financially struggling family, he faced numerous hardships early in life. However, his political journey brought some stability. He now owns a modest villa in Agartala, a couple of luxury cars, and acres of land on the outskirts of the city.

Despite these personal gains, Vivek Sharma has maintained a strong public image by using his influence and resources to help people across the state. His dedication to public service, especially in Agartala, has made him a popular figure. His unmarried status and lifelong commitment to public welfare have especially resonated with the younger population, who see him as a selfless leader. He is currently seen as a strong opponent of Mr. Gajendar Singh and has been vocal about his alleged involvement in criminal activities in the city."
Vivek Sharma is widely regarded as a disciplined and well-mannered individual in the city. His respectful behavior and strong sense of character have earned him admiration from people of all age groups, especially women. His gentlemanly demeanor and commitment to public service have made him a popular figure across Agartala.

Even Kavya Shetty, who has heard numerous positive remarks about Mr. Vivek Sharma, holds him in high regard though she has not yet had the opportunity to meet him in person.

Even though Vivek Sharma is over 48 years old, he maintains a physique and presence comparable to Bollywood actors. While some people in the city refer to Gajendar Singh as a "Black Tiger" due to his controversial background, others have begun to refer to Vivek Sharma as the "White Tiger” a symbol of strength with integrity and purity of purpose.
A few months before, Vivek Sharma's father and mother passed away due to illness, leaving him deeply saddened. Since their passing, he has been living alone in his villa, coping with the loss in solitude. Despite his political influence and growing power, many of his relatives attempted to reconnect with him, but he remained distant, choosing to continue leading a quiet and solitary life.
Recently, a local media outlet published a controversial report claiming that Vivek Sharma and Gajendar Singh, despite presenting themselves as political rivals, were close allies working together behind the scenes for mutual gain in business and power.

The story stirred public curiosity and concern.
However, just days later, the same media channel issued a public apology, stating that the report was based on unverified sources and contained false information. They retracted the story, calling it a “journalistic oversight.”
Still, not everyone was convinced.
Some people believed there was a hidden alliance between the two powerful men—one built on quiet trust and shared interests. But so far, no evidence had emerged to prove it.

Now, returning to the story with the upcoming state elections, several high-ranking officials who support Gajendar Singh advised him to temporarily halt his illegal activities, at least for a few months. Reluctantly, Gajendar Singh agreed, knowing he needed their full backing to continue running his operations smoothly.
In the meantime, public sentiment in the city began to shift. Many people started attributing Gajendar’s unusual silence to the presence of the newly appointed IPS officer, Kavya Shetty. Rumors spread quickly, with locals mocking the once-feared "Black Tiger," suggesting that he had been tamed by the arrival of this bold officer.

These whispers and criticisms soon reached Gajendar Singh, striking his anger. Those close to him, instead of calming the situation, added fuel to the fire, painting Kavya as a threat to his reputation and dominance.

Gajendar Singh is holding back his fury, waiting patiently for the right moment to strike. Though his silence may appear like a retreat to the public, those who truly know him understand it is the silence before the storm. Behind closed doors, he watches, listens, and waits not out of fear, but out of strategy. For Gajendar Singh, revenge is never rushed. He believes in timing and when the time comes, his response will be calculated, ruthless, and unforgettable.
 
20th Jan 2024
Kavya Shetty received an invitation from one of the most prestigious colleges in Agartala to inaugurate their annual Sports Day as the chief guest. Initially, she hesitated, unsure if attending a public event was appropriate amid the rising tensions in the city. However, the athlete within her shape, through years of discipline and competitive spirit, could not resist the call. Deep down, she believed in inspiring the next generation, and what better way than standing among young dreamers chasing their goals on the field? With a quiet smile, she accepted the invitation.
Later that same day, Kavya received another invitation from a fellow assistant officer hosting his son’s birthday party at a well-known hotel in the evening. Since Kavya had always made it a point to attend such gatherings with her colleagues from the start, she decided to attend both events, embracing the chance to balance her professional responsibilities with moments of camaraderie. Coincidentally, both events were scheduled for the same day, one in the morning and the other in the evening making it possible for her to participate fully in both.
A few days passed, and Kavya remained fully immersed in her duties. Together with her team, she monitored the city around the clock, coordinating efforts to maintain law and order in preparation for the upcoming elections. Her vigilance and leadership ensured that every area was under careful watch, leaving no room for disruption during this critical time.
Finally, the day has arrived- 27 Jan 2024,

It was around 7 AM when Kavya took special permission to attend the Sports Day event at the college. She knew she needed to be there by 9 AM to inaugurate the ceremony, so she planned everything meticulously beforehand and prepared to leave her villa on time. As she was about to step out, she noticed a new luxurious car parked right in front of her villa. Curious, Kavya asked Balraj to inquire with the driver. A few minutes later, Balraj returned and confirmed that the car had been arranged by the college management to escort her to the event.
Hearing this, Kavya was surprised and pleased. She quickly called Bappy to stop his arrival and decided to travel in the car arranged by the college management instead.

Since it was a Sports Day event, Kavya wanted to keep her look professional yet sporty. She opted for bright orange Nike track leggings paired with a black T-shirt. Her round ass bum is visible to onlookers and the thong panties she wore inside the leggings were also clearly visible outside, her two huge milky melons hanging inside the tight sports bra in the black t-shirt also treat for the onlookers.

As she sat inside the car, with still 30 minutes to reach the college, Kavya was quietly gazing out the window, admiring the beautiful scenery passing by. The hills in the distance, the trees swaying gently, and the warmth of the morning sun created a peaceful atmosphere. Suddenly, her phone rang. The screen displayed “Private Number” She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to answer. Curiosity got the better of her, and she picked it up. A harsh, unfamiliar voice spoke from the other end: “Hello, Kavya. How are you?”

Kavya replied, "I'm doing good... Who is this?"  On the other end, the stranger chuckled darkly. "Hello, Kavya. I don’t want to share my name with you. I’m just here to tell you a true story. But before that... check the video I just sent to your WhatsApp." Without waiting for her response, the caller hung up. A chill ran down Kavya’s spine. With a shaky hand, she opened WhatsApp. A new message was waiting. One video. No caption. She tapped play. Within seconds, her smile faded, her face turning pale and flushed with shock and anger. Her heart pounded in her chest.
There, in the video it was clear as day was her husband, Rakhul. He was walking through the entrance of one of the most famous hotels in the city, his hand gently resting on the shoulder of a young woman. They looked too closely. Too comfortable. And definitely more than just friends.

Kavya stared at the screen, frozen. Her grip tightened around the phone as her heart sank. A million questions raced through her mind Who is the girl? Why is Rakhul with her? And why did a stranger send me this? She replayed the video, hoping it was just a misunderstanding. But there was no mistake. The way Rakhul looked at the girl, the way they smiled at each other, was something she hadn't seen in her own marriage for a long time. Her phone buzzed again. Another message. "This is just the beginning, Kavya. Want to know the full truth?" Kavya’s hands trembled. Her mind was a storm of confusion, betrayal, and fear. She typed quickly: "Who are you? Why are you sending me this?"

Kavya stared at her phone, waiting. The silence was heavier than the message itself. Her mind spiraled into confusion. How could Rakhul cheat on me? Who is that girl?
Could it just be a business meeting? But then… why was he placing his hand on her shoulder like that? Was it really what it looked like? Or is someone trying to mess with my head trying to distract me from my work? She couldn’t decide what was more to unsettling the video, or the stranger who sent it.

Lost in thought, she didn’t realize they had reached the college until the car rolled to a stop. The college management stood waiting at the entrance to welcome her. Kavya quickly straightened herself, but her face still held a serious, distracted look. The usual warm smile she carried was missing.

"Welcome, Mrs. Kavya," said one of the staff members cheerfully.

She forced a smile and nodded politely. As she stepped inside the college premises, the cheerful chatter, student performances, and colorful banners tried to pull her attention away, but the image of the video kept flashing in her mind. Still, she composed herself. Focus, Kavya. Not now.
She began to interact with the college staff and representatives, putting on her professional face. Her words were calm and polite, but underneath, she was fighting a storm. Smiling on the outside. Burning with questions on the inside.

As Kavya walked through the college corridors, many of the senior male students couldn't help but notice her. Her confident stride, the way she carried herself, and the professional yet sharp outfit including the fitted leggings she wore caught their attention.
Even some of the male staff exchanged subtle glances. She was aware of it. She always had been. But she didn’t let it bother her.

Kavya wasn’t one to be shaken by stares or whispers. She had faced much more in life in boardrooms, on stages, in media circles and emerged stronger each time. Her focus was razor-sharp, her posture proud, and her attitude unshakable.
She wasn’t there to impress anyone. She was here for her work and that was the only thing that mattered to her.
The college headmaster approached her with a warm smile.
“Mrs. Kavya, it would be an honor if you could inaugurate the Sports Day by cutting the ribbon.” Kavya nodded gracefully. Despite the turmoil inside her, she held her composure with practiced ease. The red ribbon stretched across the entrance to the sports ground, fluttering slightly in the breeze. With a quick snip of the scissors, the ribbon was cut. Applause filled the air as students and staff clapped enthusiastically. Cameras flashed. The moment had officially begun. as she stepped aside, a group of senior students, lingering at a distance, whispered among themselves. Their eyes followed her as they exchanged comments about her appearance and immature figure words spoken under their breath.
The college grounds buzzed with excitement as the Sports Day events kicked off. Students from every grade ran, jumped, laughed, and cheered as the games unfolded relay races, tug-of-war, and other lively competitions brought the campus to life.
Kavya sat on a chair beside the college headmaster under a shaded canopy, both observing the energy of the day. With a slight smile, she clapped for the winners and encouraged the participants. Between the announcements and cheering, the headmaster leaned over slightly and said, "It’s good to have someone like you here, Mrs. Kavya. Your presence really lifts the spirit of the event." She nodded politely, offering a half-smile.

"Thank you. It’s always nice to see young people with energy at work. It reminds me that growth happens outside classrooms too."
They continued chatting light, personal, yet respectful about education, plans for college, and the challenges of balancing work and life. But behind her collected responses, Kavya’s mind occasionally wandered back to the mysterious call and the video.
A group of excited female students soon ran up to her, giggling and breathless.

“Ma’am! Ma’am! Please join us in the sack race!” one pleaded. “It’ll be fun! You’ll win for sure!” another added, eyes sparkling with admiration.
Kavya chuckled softly but raised her hand gently. “Not now. Maybe a little later,” she replied with a calm smile. “Let’s get through the events first. Then we’ll see.” the girls pouted in playful disappointment but ran off cheerfully to continue their games.
It was around 11:30 AM. The sun was high, but the students showed no signs of slowing down. The energy on the field was electric laughter, shouts of encouragement, and the sound of running feet filled the air. Kavya watched with quiet appreciation, sipping from a bottle of water as the cool breeze occasionally swept across the ground.

It was around 11:30 AM. The sun was high, but the students showed no signs of slowing down. The energy on the field was electric laughter, shouts of encouragement, and the sound of running feet filled the air. Kavya watched with quiet appreciation, sipping from a bottle of water as the cool breeze occasionally swept across the ground. Just then, the headmaster’s eyes caught something at the entrance.

A sleek BMW slowly rolled through the college gates, its polished black exterior glinting under the sun. He stood up quickly, brushing down his coat.
"Mrs. Kavya," he said, leaning slightly toward her, "our chairman has just arrived. I need to go to the office and attend to him for a few minutes. Could you please continue keeping an eye on the games in the meantime?" Kavya nodded with a calm smile.
"Of course, go ahead."

The headmaster walked off briskly toward the administrative block, leaving Kavya alone on the groundside chair. As she turned her gaze back at the students, something strange stirred inside her a slight unease she couldn’t explain. She watched the BMW slowly come to a stop near the main building.
Chairman, she thought. I don’t remember hearing much about him. Wonder what he's like.

She tried to shake the thoughts away and refocus on the games, clapping as the next group of runners took off across the field. But her eyes kept drifting back in the direction of the car.
As the races continued and the energy soared, a group of cheerful female students once again approached Kavya, their eyes filled with excitement. “Ma’am, this time you must join! Just one race please!” Kavya, who had politely refused earlier, looked at their eager faces and finally smiled. “Alright, one race. But don’t blame me if I win!”
The girls cheered and clapped. Kavya set her phone aside, walked toward the track, and took her position among the other runners. She crouched slightly, ready to sprint her fitted T-shirt and leggings highlighting her athletic build and confident presence.
Around the field, some senior male students and even a few staff members couldn’t help but watch not just because of how she looked, but because of the rare sight of such a dignified officer joining in with the students. There was admiration, curiosity, and subtle whispers but Kavya, as always, was unfazed, fully focused on the moment.

Meanwhile, near the college entrance, the BMW parked. The headmaster returned to the field, walking beside a tall, well-dressed man with a composed yet commanding presence. They both approached the shaded area where Kavya had been sitting earlier and took their seats quietly, just as the race was about to begin.

The headmaster leaned toward the man and said,
“Sir, that’s Mrs. Kavya our chief guest today. She’s been interacting with the students and keeping the energy alive all morning.” The man nodded slowly, eyes fixed on Kavya at the track. A subtle smile touched his face. “Yes, I know her very well,” he said.
“She’s not just a guest — she’s one of the most powerful and respected officers in the state. Came here to clean up the crime scene and lead some serious reforms. A brave woman.”
He paused, then added with a faint laugh, “And I’m quite sure… she knows me too.” The headmaster gave a puzzled look but remained silent.
 
Yes. He was none other than Gajendar Singh — the man the city whispered about behind closed doors. Known in the shadows as “The Black Tiger,” he was a powerful figure with deep political ties and darker secrets., Gajendar was lingering her beautiful back view and thought in his mind, hey kavya fucking bitch how damn shape you are, I am waiting for the day to have you in my bed,  As the whistle blew and Kavya took off on the track, her focus was on the finish line. She didn’t know Gajendar was watching.
Kavya sprang forward as the whistle blew, her feet pounding steadily against the track. The crowd around her erupted in cheers and applause, encouraging every runner with their loud claps and whistles. Her focus was sharp, her breath steady, she was running not just to win, but to show her strength and determination.

But amidst the cheers and the bright morning sun, one pair of eyes remained fixed on her with a darker intensity. Gajendar Singh’s gaze was unwavering, almost predatory. His sharp eyes followed her beautiful ass bum dancing left and right when she was running, He can’t control suddenly his dick started rolling inside her pant,
Inside, he sighed deeply, a twisted mix of desire and control. “Run all you want you fucking bitch Kavya. But I will take you to my bed and taste your body inch by inch.
Kavya crossed the finish line with powerful momentum, leaving her competitors a few steps behind. The ground erupted with applause, students whistled, clapped, and chanted her name in admiration. She had won not just the race, but the respect of every student in that field.

Breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her forehead, Kavya straightened up, flashing a small but proud smile. The physical effort had left its mark her T-shirt clung to her frame, damp with sweat,
As she walked back toward her seat, accepting congratulations from students and teachers, she finally noticed someone she hadn’t seen before.
There, seated beside the headmaster, was a broad-shouldered man in a sharp black suit, dark glasses resting low on his nose, and a strangely calm smile playing on his lips. Something about his presence instantly shifted the atmosphere.

Kavya’s smile faded slightly. Her steps slowed. Their eyes met for a moment, just a second time seemed to stretch. She recognized him. Gajendar Singh.

Not from today, not from any official introduction but from case files, confidential reports, surveillance images. He was a name wrapped in darkness. A man many feared. A man many powerful people protected.
And now, here he was. Smiling at her like an old friend. Sitting just meters away. The headmaster, unaware of the silent exchange, said cheerfully, “Kavya ma’am, our chairman has been very eager to meet you. He’s followed your work closely!”
Gajendar stood up slowly, offering his hand with a smirk.
“We finally meet… Officer Kavya.” Kavya didn’t flinch. She shook his hand, firmly and steadily but her eyes didn’t blink. “Yes, we meet at last,” she said coldly. “Though I have a feeling... this won’t be the last.”
 
Gajendar Singh laughed a deep, casual sound that didn’t quite match the weight in his words. Kavya crossed her arms, sweat still tracing the sides of her temple as her shirt clung lightly to her skin. But her posture was unwavering. Her eyes, sharp and steady.
“So,” she said coolly, “how many colleges are you really running in this city, Gajendar? Because according to official records, this college is owned by a registered trust. That’s the only reason I accepted this invitation.”

Gajendar leaned back in his chair, adjusting his cuffs with deliberate calm.
“Ah, Kavya,” he said with a sly grin, “still reading paper trails and thinking you know everything.” Then he added, voice dropping lower, “But I like this side of you. Focused. Intense. And just look at you you're sweating… because of me.”
His words were sharp, laced with provocation. Kavya didn’t flinch. She stared him down for a heartbeat, then calmly reached for her water bottle and took a slow sip, never breaking eye contact.
“No,” she said, voice like steel. “This sweat is from a race. Something you wouldn’t understand because you’ve never run for anything in your life. It’s all been handed, stolen… or bought.”

Gajendar’s smirk froze, just for a second. Behind them, the headmaster sensed the growing tension. He cleared his throat awkwardly, then mumbled, “Excuse me, I’ll just check on the students…” And quietly slipped away toward the field, pretending to inspect the next event.
Now it was just the two of them. Officer and outlaw. Fire and shadow.
“You’re bold,” Gajendar said finally. “But don’t forget, this city listens to me. Even the silence here... is mine.”

Kavya stepped forward, close enough that only he could hear her next words. “Enjoy your silence, Gajendar,” she whispered, “because I’ve come to break it.”
kavya sat down slowly beside Gajendar Singh, her posture straight, calm, and controlled the presence of someone who’s walked through fire and never flinched. The scent of her shampoo and the trace of her perfume lingered faintly in the air, clean and strong, like her.
Gajendar tilted his head slightly, catching the scent, and smirked. “You know, Kavya,” he said, voice low, “people always told me you were beautiful. But seeing you now… you're more than that. You're stunning hot and sexy,

His tone was laced with unspoken intent, a deliberate attempt to push her, provoke her, throw her off balance. Kavya turned her face toward him, the smile gone, her eyes calm but icy. There was a flicker of anger in her expression, but it lasted only a breath.
She replied slowly, her voice razor-sharp: “Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Singh. But between you and me, the pistol I carry is far more beautiful.”

 Again, Gajendar Singh laughed,

Gajendar said’ You know, Kavya… I’ve done a lot for these people. Built colleges, funded hospitals, gave jobs to families who were starving. And yes..." he looked at her now, eyes glinting, "along the way, I’ve broken a few rules. Done a few things... the law wouldn’t approve of. But that’s how real power works, doesn’t it? A little crime for a lot of good. These people adore me. Not a single complaint in this city." Because they know who’s feeding them. Who’s protecting them. They don’t care about laws. They care about survival."

She turned to face him directly and spoke. "What you call protection, Gajendar… I call control. And what do you call love?" "No complaints? Maybe not. But don’t make silence for loyalty. Silence often comes from one thing terror. And I’m here to end that."
Gajendar stared at her in a beat not laughing now, not smirking. Then he said slowly,
"You’re bold, Kavya. But boldness has a cost in this city."

Kavya’s reply was immediate. "So, does arrogance.”?
The announcer’s voice echoed in the background, calling students to line up for the next game.
Kavya stood up without waiting for his response. "Enjoy your games, Mr. Gajendar Singh," she said coolly. "Because mine just started."
Saying this Kavya turned and walked away from behind, Gajendar Singh remained seated, his gaze following her not just out of desire, but out of obsession, again his dick got sudden erection seeing her in tight leggings,

Gajendar Singh thought in his mind “You fucking asshole, Kiya maal a thu, Now I am a big fan of you and your beautiful ass, I will fuck you at any cost.
Kavya walked steadily across the college grounds, keeping her composure even as a storm brewed behind her eyes. Students smiled, waved, and thanked her as she passed, completely unaware that the guest of honor had just confronted one of the most dangerous men in the city.

Without delay, she pulled out her phone and called her driver. "Bring the car around. We’re leaving now." By the time she reached the college gate, the black SUV was already waiting. The driver opened the door without saying a word. She stepped in, the door closed, and just like that she was gone from the college grounds.