Fantasy CRUSADE OF KAVYA IN AGARTALA

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter -7
 
The car cruised through the narrow city lanes, then sped toward the quiet outskirts where Kavya's private villa stood, inside the villa, Kavya slipped off her shoes, walked straight to the living room, and dropped her bag on the table. Her face was calm, but her eyes told a different story calculating, unsettled, and burning with questions.

She poured herself a glass of cold water and stared out the window at the garden. Then she picked up her phone. No new messages. No replies from Rakhul. No trace of who sent the video.
She opened the video again, her thumb hovering over the play button but didn’t press it. Instead, she walked to her study, locked the door, and opened her laptop. It was time to dig deeper. Who owns the trust behind the college? What’s the real link between the Gajendar and the college system? And most importantly… where was Rakhul really, that day?
Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, the image of Gajendar Singh still fresh in her mind smug, untouchable. But right now, she had to shift her focus to Rakhul.
She picked up her phone and dialed a secure line. “Rathi,” she said. “I need a complete trace of Rakhul’s phone activity from the last three months. Numbers, call durations, message logs. Prioritize any repeat contacts. Flag anything suspicious.”
Rathi didn’t ask questions. He never did. “Give me ten minutes,” he replied.
Kavya walked to the window, arms crossed, her mind spinning. The silence of the villa did little to quiet the noise in her head, suspicion, betrayal, and the sting of uncertainty.
Ten minutes later, her phone vibrated. The report had arrived. She scanned through dozens of names and numbers, most of them harmless. Until one line caught her eye.
One number. Repeated calls over the past several weeks. The name associated. Her name is Rekha Sharma.
Kavya’s brows furrowed. The name didn’t ring a bell, not professionally, not socially. She ran a quick background search through her intelligence database.
Occupation: Freelancer. Age: 34. No criminal record. Address: Downtown, near City Central Hotel. Then came the attached photo.
Kavya tapped on it. And froze. There she was. The same woman from the video.
The one Rakhul had been walking with. The one his hand rested on, so casually… so intimately.
Kavya’s face remained still, but her breath caught for a moment. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. It was real,
She stared at the image not out of jealousy, but out of calculation. Something didn’t feel right. This woman, Rekha, didn’t look like someone caught in an affair. She looked composed, deliberate.
Kavya narrowed her eyes. What if this wasn’t just about Rakhul? What if Rekha was planted? And Rakhul… used? Or involved?
The lines between personal and professional were starting to blur in the most dangerous way. She called Rathi again.
“I want full surveillance on Rekha Sharma. Discreet. Track her movements, her calls, and any physical meetings. Also, get me every time Rakhul met her in person, with location data. I want this airtight.
“Understood,” She replied.
Kavya sat on the edge of the bed in her villa, the warm afternoon light casting long shadows across the room. Her phone lay in her hand, screen dark, but her thoughts were loud and restless. Despite everything the video, the call records, the photo her heart refused to accept the worst. She loved Rakhul. Truly. Deeply. Even now.
Her eyes burned, not from anger… but from heartbreak. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly, as if embarrassed even in her solitude.
“No,” she whispered to herself. “I won’t assume. Not until I hear it from him.”
She took a deep breath, unlocked her phone, and pulled up Rakhul’s number. Her thumb hovered over the call button. One last time… she told herself. Just a casual call. No accusations. No emotion.
She tapped "Call." It rang. Once. Twice. Then connected.
“Hey, Kavya,” Rakhul’s voice came through light, casual, unsuspecting.
“I was just about to call you. How was the college event?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and replied gently, forcing her voice to sound calm.
“It went well… the kids were amazing. I just got home.
Kavya’s pulse spiked slightly. She waited a beat, then asked softly, “Where were you yesterday evening?”
Rakhul’s voice came through the phone, casual as ever. “I was in my office, having a business meeting with a US client. Why, Kavya? Any issues? Why are you asking about yesterday?”
For a second, Kavya said nothing. She could feel it now not suspicion, but certainty. His words didn’t match what she knew. Not the call records. Not the video. Not the location he claimed.
And yet… She couldn’t confront him.
So, she did what she’d learned to do in every operation before this — hide emotion, act normally, and dig deeper. But a single tear still slipped down her cheek. Her voice, when it came, was soft but measured.
“No, Rakhul… it’s nothing. Just a friend of mine was trying to get in touch with you yesterday for some business-related query. He couldn’t reach you, so he called me instead.”
A pause on the line. “Oh? Must’ve been during the client call. I had my phone on silent,” he replied quickly. Kavya didn’t respond immediately. She let the silence sit just enough to make him uncomfortable.
Then:
Kavya: “It’s fine. I told him you were probably busy. No big deal.”
Rakhul: “Yeah. Thanks for covering. I’ll call him back if you send me the number.”
Kavya: “Sure. I will.”
The conversation lingered for another minute idle talk, the kind lovers used to pretend things are still the same. She told him she was tired from the event. He said he’d call later.

Then he hung up. Kavya stared at the screen for a long time, her expression empty.
“He’s lying.” Not just about where he was but how easily he could lie to her face, without even a crack in his voice. The man she loved wasn’t just hiding something. He was protecting someone. Rekha? But why?
Kavya lay curled on the bed, her face buried into the pillow, her chest rising and falling with the quiet sobs she tried to suppress. The weight of betrayal or the possibility of it pressed down harder than any criminal she had ever faced. This wasn’t the case. This was her life. Her heart.
Time blurred. The pain had exhausted her more than any chase, and at some point, her tears gave way to sleep a heavy, dreamless kind. When she woke, the room was cast in amber light. She blinked at the clock.

Time is around 4.00 PM

A dull ache throbbed in her temples, but she forced herself up. Her mind reminded her of the day’s remaining duty the birthday party of her colleague’s son, held at a hotel nearby. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. Red eyes. A tired expression. But beneath it the same steel will. Kavya took a deep breath and headed to the washroom. Within half an hour, she had composed herself freshened up, applied light makeup,
Kavya stepped out of her villa dbangd in a deep blue saree, the fabric flowing like water around her. The sleeveless blouse matched perfectly, hugging her shoulders and revealing her white milky arms, her body shape is perfectly hotter on the day, Since the saree was little transparent and her beautiful hip and the milky naval hole is slightly visible outside the saree,

Kavya had picked up her phone and dialed Bappy, her trusted driver and occasional confidant. “Bappy, I need the car by 5. We have a colleague’s family function at the Grand Crown Hotel.”

His voice came through with a hint of hesitation. “Madam, I’m sorry… today I’m out of station with my family. But I’ve sent one of our other drivers to your villa. The car will be ready in time.”

Kavya paused for a moment, staring out of her villa window. Her head still ached slightly from the weight of everything —Rakhul’s lies, the voice in the video, and the image of Rekha Sharma.

Her mood had shifted from sorrow to something colder. “That’s fine, Bappy,” she said flatly. “Take care of your family.”

Just before 5, the car arrived at the villa, a clean, dark sedan with tinted windows. A young driver in uniform stepped out and greeted her politely. But Kavya didn’t respond.

She stood in the doorway, saree dbangd perfectly, one hand resting on her clutch. Her face expressionless, her thoughts louder than ever. She looked at the car, then back at the driver.

“You can go,” she said simply. The driver blinked, confused. “Madam?”

“I’ll drive myself today. Leave the keys.”
The driver hesitated for a moment, then handed over the keys respectfully. As he walked away, Kavya slid into the driver’s seat. The car started with a smooth purr, but inside her, emotions were anything but smooth.
She gripped the wheel tightly, staring out through the windshield. Her hands were steady too steady. The kind of steadiness that came just before something cracked.
“I need control today,” she muttered under her breath. The engine roared gently as she pulled out onto the road. This wasn’t just a drive to a birthday party. This was her way of holding herself together behind the wheel, behind the silence, behind the mask she wore so well.
Time is around 6:30 PM
The evening sun was dipping behind the skyline as Kavya pulled into the hotel’s private parking area. The soft glow of twilight reflected off the polished body of the car as she stepped out, blue saree trailing like a whisper behind her.

As she walked through the hotel’s entrance, heads inevitably turned. The watchmen, bellboys, and other staff members paused for a moment, they were stunned by her beauty, especially her hot midriff and the naval hole which is perfectly visible for the onlookers

She walked with quiet determination to the front desk. “I’m here for Mr. Anand’s son’s birthday party,” she said, her voice cool and efficient.
The receptionist nodded quickly, trying not to stare too long. “Yes, ma’am. It’s on the top floor Royal Banquet Hall.”
She thanked him with a short nod and walked toward the lift. The ride up was silent, save for the hum of the elevator. As she watched the floor numbers rise, her reflection stared back at her from the mirrored walls elegant, yet unreadable.
When the doors opened, her colleague Anand was already at the hallway entrance, smiling warmly. “Kavya! You made it. And… wow, you look incredible today. Thank you for coming.”
Kavya offered a faint but polite smile, the corners of her lips rising just enough. “Happy to be here. Hope I’m not too late.”
Anand replied “No, perfect timing. The cake cutting is in 10 minutes. Come, I’ll introduce you to my wife and some of the others.”
The party hall buzzed with cheerful chatter. Children ran around laughing, balloons floated gently near the ceiling, and colorful lights cast a festive glow on everyone present.
Kavya moved through the crowd with calm confidence. Several businessmen glanced her way, admiring her beauty and elegance. She noticed the lingering looks but chose to remain unfazed, her smile gentle yet distant.
Approaching the birthday boy, Kavya bent slightly to meet his eyes.
“Happy Birthday, little one,” she said warmly, handing over a beautifully wrapped gift and a bright toy. The boy’s face lit up with joy, and he reached out eagerly to accept.
Kavya’s eyes scanned the crowd casually but purposefully, always aware, always watching.
Kavya took in the surroundings with a sharp eye. The lavish decorations, the elegant tables set with fine cutlery, and the discreet bar serving premium alcohol it was clear Mr. Anand had spared no expense for this celebration.
Separate seating arrangements marked for different groups, business associates, family, and close friends are all meticulously planned. The atmosphere was festive but carried an undercurrent of calculated precision.
As she settled in, a few businessmen approached her table, attempting to strike up casual conversations.
“Ms. Kavya, quite the surprise to see you here. How have you been?” one asked, flashing a practiced smile. Another chipped in, “Your reputation precedes you we’ve heard about your work across the state.”
Kavya responded with brief, polite answers, her eyes scanning the room even as she spoke. She didn’t encourage them. After a moment, she leaned back slightly and gave a small smile.

“Thank you for your kind words, but I’m here for the celebration. I hope you enjoy the evening.”

Her tone was calm but firm a subtle signal that she wasn’t interested in idle chatter. The businessmen sensed it and gradually withdrew, leaving Kavya to her quiet vigilance.
About half an hour into the celebration, the energy in the room shifted.

A few guests turned toward the entrance, their expressions lighting up. Kavya followed their gaze a tall, well-dressed man in his early 50s had just arrived, flanked by two discreet security personnel. Yes, it’s Mr. Vivek Sharma.

It was the first time Kavya had seen him in person the man known publicly as a charismatic philanthropist and business magnate. His presence commanded attention, not by force, but by charm. People naturally gravitated toward him, shaking hands, offering drinks, and exchanging respectful greetings.
“That’s Sharma,” someone near Kavya whispered. “Always makes time for people. A real gentleman.”
He handed a neatly wrapped gift to the birthday boy, who grinned up at him. Sharma patted the boy’s head, sharing a few kind words with the parents, then made his way to an empty seat directly across from Kavya.
Their eyes met for the first time. Kavya held his gaze, composed and unreadable.

Vivek smiled warmly, offering a slight nod.
“Officer Kavya, isn’t it?” he said with a confident calm.
“It’s an honor to finally meet the woman everyone in the city seems to be talking about.”
Kavya offered a polite smile in return. “Likewise, Mr. Sharma. I’ve heard a lot.”

There was a pause not uncomfortable but charged with curiosity. Both were watching each other carefully. He leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth still upturned.
“I didn’t know you were close to Anand.”
“Colleagues,” Kavya replied simply. “I came to wish the boy.”
“Of course,” he said, glancing around casually. “It’s always good to see public servants with heart.” Kavya didn’t respond to the compliment.
While talking Vivek Sharma started looking at the beauty of Kavya Sharma, her sleeveless blouse and the white milky arms bring something in him, After the long time Vivek Sharma felt the lust in women which is one and only kavya,
Vivek Sharma thought in his mind, "How fucking beautiful you are my dear Kavya, your husband is very lucky in this world to have you, surely he will fuck you daily, after so long years my cock has been disturbed by you,
As the noise of the party faded into background chatter, the conversation between Kavya and Vivek Sharma began to flow calm, intelligent, and respectful. Vivek’s tone never crossed the line, but it carried a gentle confidence that disarmed most people. Kavya noticed how effortlessly he spoke, how carefully he chose his words, and how he made even silence feel intentional.
Despite herself, she found it… refreshing. At one point, he leaned slightly forward, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “Kavya, I think it would be good for us to stay in touch. You’re someone I’d like to speak with more often professionally, of course.”
Kavya paused, her fingers lightly tapping the edge of her glass. She didn't answer immediately.
He noticed her hesitation. “Don’t worry,” he added with a small smile. “I respect boundaries. But I also believe in keeping close contact with the people who matter people who shape this state.
It was said smoothly, without pressure. A compliment wrapped in professionalism.
Kavya studied him for a few seconds. Then, with careful expression, she reached into her clutch and shared her mobile number, “That’s my official contact,” she said quietly. “Anything important… use that.”
Vivek took it without breaking eye contact, offering a nod of appreciation.
“Understood.” He smiled again. “Thank you, Kavya.” She didn’t smile back, but there was something softer on her face now not trust, not yet but curiosity.
After Vivek Sharma politely excused himself and left the venue, a quiet buzz began to ripple through the party. Small groups leaned in, whispering with curious glances cast toward Kavya.
“Did you see how long they talked?” “Vivek Sharma, of all people, asking for her number?”
“She’s stunning… wouldn’t be surprised if something’s already started there.”
The words floated around like smoke, shapeless, baseless, but catching quickly in the air of a party where drinks were flowing and boredom was setting in.
Kavya, however, remained untouched by the whispers. She was seated with a couple of children, helping them unwrap a toy, her mind still working quietly through the pieces of the Rekha–Rakhul mystery.
She hadn’t even noticed that some of the people around her were no longer watching the birthday boy they were watching her.
To them, she was no longer just the respected officer. She was now the woman who had caught Vivek Sharma’s attention,

After a few minutes, Kavya received another message from the stranger, a picture of Rekha Sharma and Rakhul together in a hotel room. The moment she saw it, her heart sank. Shocked and overwhelmed, her composure shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes as the weight of the situation hit her. She knew that if nothing came out now, everyone would find out the truth something she couldn't afford.
Trying to regain control, she quickly grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the party table and took a long, desperate sip. Some of the men at the party watched her with amused eyes, whispering crude comments among themselves, clearly entertained by her sudden shift in behavior.
After some time, Kavya's head began to spin from the excess alcohol. Her movements grew unsteady, and her usually composed demeanor started to slip. Noticing the sudden change in her behavior, one of the businessmen at the party approached her with a polite smile.

“Hey, Mrs. Kavya, I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink. Would you like me to take you home?” he offered, trying to sound concerned.
But Kavya, still reeling from the shock and anger inside her, snapped back sharply, “Do your own business, Mr.”
Her voice was loud enough for others nearby to hear. The businessman stood frozen, caught off guard by her blunt dismissal. The room briefly went silent, then laughter broke out among the other guests. Someone from the crowd chuckled and said, “Don’t try to play with fire, man just take your seat.”
The businessman, embarrassed, gave a nervous smile and backed away, while Kavya remained standing there outwardly bold, but internally breaking.
Kavya slowly stumbled out of the party hall, her heels clicking unevenly against the marble floor as she made her way to the parking area. The alcohol had taken full effect, her steps were unsteady, her vision blurred, and her mind clouded with pain and confusion. She could barely keep her balance as she leaned against a nearby car for support.
Just a few feet away, Mr. Vivek Sharma stood under a dim light, casually talking on the phone and smoking a cigarette. His conversation was interrupted as he caught sight of Kavya the way she was walking, almost swaying with every step, her eyes unfocused and distant.
Concern flickered across his face. He dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his shoe without a second thought. Ending the call abruptly, he quickly walked over to her.
“Kavya… are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and gentle, trying not to startle her.
She looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips trembling, trying to find the right words but none came. She just stood there, broken and silent.

Seeing Vivek Sharma standing in front of her, a strange sense of familiarity and comfort washed over Kavya. Her knees weakened, and before she could stop herself, she slowly leaned forward and collapsed against his chest. The warmth of his presence was the only thing grounding her in that moment of chaos.
Her voice came out in a broken whisper, barely audible. “Please… take me to my villa,” she said, her breath warm against his shirt, her fingers lightly clutching his jacket for support.

Her beautiful two melons almost crashed on his chest, Vivek Sharma got an instant feeling in him, his cock is ready to shift gears slowly, but he controlled the situation, because everyone see or captured this scene, it will damage both reputation
Vivek instinctively wrapped one arm around her to keep her steady, the other gently resting on her back. He could feel how fragile she was at that moment.
Without asking any further questions, he nodded to himself, unlocking his car with a click.

“Alright, Kavya. Let’s get you home,” he said softly, guiding her carefully toward the front side, making sure she didn’t stumble.
Vivek gently pushed the seat back, letting Kavya rest more comfortably. She didn’t say a word, her eyes were already closed, her breathing slow and heavy. The effects of the alcohol, the emotional blow she had taken, and the exhaustion had pulled her into a deep, uneasy sleep.

As the car rolled through the quiet streets, Vivek glanced at her from time to time. There she was Kavya her hair falling over her shoulder, her beautiful two boobs thrumming in her blouse, he doesn’t want to waste this chance he slowly pulled her saree and fix his gaze on her beautiful navy, Seeing this Vivek Sharma's dick got uncontrollable, By driving he slowly unzipped his trousers and put his dick out and give him freedom,
He let out a sharp breath, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and thought in his mind. Damn, Kavya… your beauty is killing me, “Of all nights… I’ve got that late-night meetings with the minister today. A meeting I’ve been planning for weeks… and now I’m going to miss this chance fucking you.
Again, he shouted in his mind ´ Oh GOD! Why do you always pull me in like this?

Fortunately, Vivek Sharma remembered Kavya’s address, she had casually mentioned it earlier during the birthday party. It stuck in his mind, and now, it proved to be a blessing. Without needing to ask anyone or fumble through her phone, he smoothly drove through the quiet streets toward her villa.
After a while, they finally pulled up in front of her villa a sleek, modern home tucked away in one of the city’s upscale neighborhoods. The lights outside the gate flickered on as the car approached, motion-activated sensors detecting their arrival.

Vivek parked, turned off the engine, and looked over at Kavya. She was still asleep., He leaned in slightly and called her name gently, “Kavya… we’re here She stirred faintly, her brow twitching, but her eyes didn’t open. He touched her shoulder softly.

“Kavya… wake up. You’re home.”
But instead of waking, she let out a soft, tired moan and turned her face toward the window, murmuring incoherently, clearly not ready to move.
Vivek Sharma put his tail back in his trousers, zipped the trousers and opened the car door. She saw that there was no one in the villa, then he opened the car door, took Kavya over his shoulder and went into the villa,

Vivek carefully stepped out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door. Kavya was still half asleep, her body limp and unresponsive. With a quiet sigh, he bent down and gently lifted her into his arms, shifting her over his shoulder in a way that kept her balanced but comfortable.

The villa was silent. The security lights flicked on as he entered through the gate, and the front door thankfully unlocked gave way with a soft creak. Inside, everything was still, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of an old wall clock.
Vivek looked around. The space was elegant, spacious, but unfamiliar. Trusting his instinct, he assumed her bedroom would be upstairs. Without wasting time, he began to climb the stairs, his shoes making a muffled thud on each wooden step.
What he didn’t know was that someone else was in the villa.

Downstairs, Balraj the old house help who had fallen asleep in the kitchen chair stirred. A faint sound had reached his ears, and his instincts sharpened with age and loyalty. He slowly opened his eyes, ears catching the creaking steps above.

Peeking cautiously through the half-open kitchen door, he saw the figure of a man carrying Kavya up the stairs. For a moment, he froze confused, then became concerned, then alert. His eyes narrowed.
“Mr. Vivek Sharma?” he muttered under his breath, recognizing the man.
Balraj quietly stepped out of the kitchen, watching every move, unsure if he should intervene or stay silent. Balraj watched from the shadows, his instincts sharp but tempered with patience. He recognized Vivek Sharma and could tell from the way he carried Kavya that there was no immediate danger. Still, something in him didn’t allow him to walk away entirely. Quietly, he followed behind, staying a few steps behind on the staircase, his footsteps muffled against the old wood.
Vivek reached the top floor and gently pushed open the door he assumed was Kavya’s room. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the air, a soft, floral note that somehow made the space feel more intimate. The room was dim, lit only by the moonlight slipping through the balcony curtains.
Without switching on the lights, Vivek carefully stepped inside and approached the bed. With a deep exhale, he shifted her from his shoulder and gently laid her onto the mattress. But the alcohol and exhaustion had left her completely unaware she collapsed onto the bed like a lifeless doll, one arm flung across the pillow, hair spilling wildly across the sheets.

For a few seconds, Vivek just stood there, his eyes fixed on her. There was something about her even in this vulnerable state, something hauntingly beautiful.
Vivek slowly put his hand on her hip and said, "Hey Kavya, are you okay?" But she was not in her senses, she moaned as if she was in deep sleep, when Vivek understood that he slowly pulled her saree-pallu,
Seeing this Balraj got instant boner in his dick, He thought in his mid ‘Arey Baapre,,,, eey kiya kar rahaaa haa,,,, Then Vivek slowly climbed on the bed and put his lips in her navel hole and started licking and kissing for few minutes, Seeing this Balraj lost his control and pulled her dhoti down and held her cock and started doing masturbation,
Suddenly, Vivek Sharma’s phone rang, breaking the tension. He answered it, only to be met with an angry voice at the other end, demanding he attend a meeting immediately. The caller didn’t wait for a reply and hung up abruptly.

Frustration flashed across Vivek’s face. He climbed down from the bed, ran a hand through his hair, and turned to Kavya with a sigh. "I missed you today," he said softly. "But I promise I'll come for you another day."

Understanding the urgency of the situation, Balraj quietly grabbed his dhoti from the floor and crouched behind the table, hidden in the shadows of the unlit hall. The darkness worked in his favor, Vivek Sharma, distracted and in a hurry, didn’t notice him as he rushed downstairs and left the villa to attend the meeting. The front door closed behind Vivek.
Moments later, once the silence had settled, Balraj emerged from his hiding spot. With cautious steps, he moved toward Kavya’s room.

Kavya was lying in bed and still her pallu is placed side of the bed, She was sleeping in blowse and skirt showing her huge boobs and milky navel, Seeing this Balraj was shocked and excited, He badly want to touch and fuck her but he knows very well if kavya come back to her senses it should be disastrous for him so he again pulled her dhoti down and started jerking her cock, after 15 minutes of jerking he unloaded huge sperms in the floor and slowly lay down on the floor,
Suddenly Something stirred in Kavya’s mind. A soft sound escaped her lips a faint moan, as if she were caught between sleep and awareness. Balraj froze. The sound sent a jolt through him; his breath caught in his throat. Panic rose. He remained still on the floor beside the bed, afraid to move.
Kavya's eyelids fluttered open. She looked around, dazed and exhausted. Her body refused to respond fatigue weighed her down. As her gaze dropped, she noticed her saree pallu had slipped off, leaving her partially exposed. Instinctively, she reached for it and pulled it over herself, adjusting it for modesty. Then, without a word, she turned slightly and drifted back into sleep.
After a few tense minutes, Balraj, still too nervous to stand, slowly crawled across the floor with his movements low and silent, like a frog inching its way to safety. He finally slipped out of Kavya’s room and let out a deep sigh of relief once he reached the hallway, his heart still racing.