Fantasy CRUSADE OF KAVYA IN AGARTALA

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter- 8
 
8:30 AM – The Next Morning

Kavya slowly woke up, her head aching slightly, a dull reminder of last night’s drinks. She groaned softly, realizing she was already running late for work.

Still lying in bed, she reached for her phone and noticed a message from Vivek Sharma.

Vivek Sharma: Good morning, Kavya. Hope you'll stick to a bit less alcohol from now on.
Reading his message, Kavya paused. Her mind began piecing together fragments of the previous night. She clearly remembered seeing Vivek... and then stumbling into his chest in the parking area.
A wave of uncertainty washed over her. Was that all that happened? she wondered.
Just as Kavya finished reading the message, her phone started ringing. It was Vivek Sharma. The sudden call caught her off guard. Her heart skipped a beat. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen, then slowly slid her finger across to answer.

"Hello..." she said softly, her voice still husky from sleep and the lingering effects of last night.

On the other end, Vivek Sharma’s voice came through calmly, but with a teasing edge.
"Hello, beautiful IPS officer. How are you feeling? What really happened to you yesterday? If I hadn't been there to help..." he paused, his tone turning serious, "yesterday might’ve been your last day in service."
Kavya's expression shifted. Her body tense. She swallowed hard, adjusting herself on the bed as she responded.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Vivek Sharma. I... I drank a little too much last night" she said, her voice laced with guilt.

Vivek chuckled on the other end of the line. "It’s okay, Kavya. Life meant to be enjoyed occasionally," he said, his voice playful. "Besides, if you hadn’t been in that condition, I’d have missed the rare chance to carry a beautiful girl on my shoulder."

Hearing his words, Kavya’s smile faded. A wave of guilt and panic washed over her as she silently scolded herself. What have I done, Kavya? An unknown man touched me… carried me into my own bedroom. Oh my God what if someone saw that? What would I even say?
She closed her eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the thought.

Vivek's voice came through the phone again, light but curious.
"Hello, Kavya? Are you still there?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Kavya cleared her throat and responded, trying to steady her voice. "Yes… “I’m here."
She paused, then added sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Vivek Sharma. I truly appreciated your support and care last night. I won’t forget it."
Hearing this Vivek Sharma thought in his head "" You fucking bitch for this appreciation I have called you this morning, I want something more, yesterday by God shake you have missed from me, or I would have ripped your beautiful pussy,

Vivek chuckled softly on the other end. "Hey Kavya, only appreciation? That’s all I get?"
"Honestly… I was hoping this would earn me at least one dinner with you."

He sighed dramatically. "Now I’m heartbroken."
Hearing Vivek’s words, Kavya smiled and replied playfully,

“A dinner with the beloved people’s MLA is very important to me. Hopefully, we can find a free day and make it happen.”
But as soon as she said it, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.
Why, Kavya? Why did you agree to this? You came here to work, not to get distracted.
Still, deep down, she couldn’t deny the trust she felt in Vivek Sharma, his reputation and how the people of the city spoke about him weighed heavily on her thoughts.

Vivek smiled through the line and said, "Alright, Kavya. I’ll fix the time and let you know."
There was a pause, then he added teasingly, "Just be ready any night."

Hearing his words, Kavya was momentarily taken aback.
Any night? The unexpected confidence in his voice left her with no immediate response. But she had no valid reason to object and no desire to overthink it now.
So, keeping her voice steady, she simply said, "Okay."

Then she quietly ended the call.

Over the next 5 days, Kavya buried herself in work. The anonymous messages had stopped but the damage had already been done. They had left behind a silent storm in her heart.
Her trust in Rakhul, once unshakable, now felt cracked and fragile. She hadn’t confronted him yet, but something between them had quietly broken. And no matter how much she tried to focus on duty, the weight of that unspoken truth lingered.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon at the security officer station. Kavya was seated at her desk, scanning over a case file when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen Mr. Vivek Sharma.

She hesitated for a moment before answering. “Hello?”

“Kavya,” Vivek’s voice was steady, almost commanding. “Come over for dinner tonight. I need to talk to you.” Kavya leaned back in her chair, surprised. “Tonight? Vivek, I’m still working. Can we plan for another day?”
But he didn’t give in.

“No. It must be today. I won’t take no for an answer.”

She sighed, rubbing her temple. “Look, I’m not comfortable coming to your house, especially at night. Why don’t we meet at a restaurant instead? Somewhere quiet.”

There was a short pause before he responded, his tone lower and more serious.

“Kavya, if someone sees us together at a restaurant, do you know what will happen? You and me sitting across from each other? It’ll be the talk about the town. The media will twist it into whatever they want. I can already see the headlines.”

Kavya froze, his words sinking in. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. She’d seen how quickly public perception could turn into how even a passing photo could become ammunition for gossip.

She nodded slowly, even though he couldn’t see her. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll come.
A pause. “Good,” Vivek replied, his voice softer now. “I’ll be waiting.”

As the call ended, Kavya stared at her phone for a long moment. Something about this dinner felt heavier than usual and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for what was coming.
Kavya wrapped up her duties a little earlier than usual that day. She was quieter than normal, her focus split between her tasks and the conversation that still lingered in her mind, the one with Vivek Sharma. After signing off, she walked out of the station and called out to Bappy, the constable who usually drove her around.

“Bappy, hand me the car keys. I’ll drive myself today,” she said without meeting his eyes.
Bappy blinked, surprised. “Madam… you’ll drive? Alone?”

She nodded. “Yes. I’ve got somewhere to go.”
He hesitated for a moment, confusion flickering across his face. Kavya never drove herself unless it was something personal. Still, he didn’t press her. Years under her command had taught him that when Kavya decided, it was final.

“Yes, madam,” he said, handing over the keys. “Take care on the road.”

She gave him a curt nod and got into the car, starting it with a deep breath. As the vehicle pulled away from the station compound, Bappy stood watching, arms folded, thoughts racing.
“Why did she leave early today? And driving herself? Something’s going on,” he muttered to himself.

But instead of digging deeper, he just shrugged and walked back toward the station building.
“Anyway, if madam’s not around… the whole department breathes easier,” he joked quietly to another constable nearby, who chuckled in agreement.

Kavya reached her villa by 5:40 PM. The sun was still hovering low, casting golden light through the living room curtains as she locked the door behind her. The silence of the villa was a stark contrast to the noise and tension of the station.

Without wasting time, she walked straight to her bedroom, peeling off her security officer uniform piece by piece as she made her way to the bathroom. The cool water of the shower offered a moment of relief not just from the day’s heat, but from the weight in her chest she hadn’t been able to shake since the phone call with Vivek.

Minutes later, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, she stood in front of her open wardrobe. Her eyes scanned the rows of neatly arranged clothes inside the large wooden Bero.

What do you even wear to a dinner that’s not really a dinner…?

After a few moments of thought, her fingers settled on a black saree elegant, timeless, and bold. She pulled it out gently, along with a sleeveless silver blouse that shimmered subtly in the light. It wasn’t too flashy, but it was sharp striking, like her.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a long moment. The towel was still wrapped around her, water droplets trailing down her collarbone.
By the time the clock struck 6:30 PM, Kavya was ready.
She stood at the top of the staircase in her black saree, dbangd flawlessly around her. The sleeveless silver blouse shimmered subtly with each step she took, catching the evening light that filtered through the tall windows. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and a sleek pair of black sunglasses rested lightly on her face. In her hand, she carried a matching black clutch minimalist, sharp, and classy.

As she descended the stairs, the quiet sound of her heels echoed gently through the villa.
Downstairs, Balraj was busy dusting the living room shelves when he looked up and froze mid-motion.
For a second, he was speechless. He had seen Kavya in many moods, many roles as a fierce officer, a commanding voice in uniform. But this version of her poised, elegant, radiant was something entirely different.
Without thinking, the words escaped him.
“Madam… you are looking very beautiful in this dress.”
Kavya paused for a moment, surprised by the rare compliment. Then, she turned her head slightly and gave him a soft, genuine smile, one of those rare smiles that lit up her eyes more than her lips.
“Thank you, Balraj,” she said, her voice calm and kind.
She walked past him and stepped outside, her saree swaying gently with each step. The black car was already waiting in the driveway. She slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting her sunglasses with quiet confidence.
As the engine roared to life, Balraj stood by the doorway, still watching.
“Wherever she’s going,” he thought to himself, “someone’s going to remember tonight.”
kavya drove through the winding roads that led outside the city limits, her eyes occasionally shifting from the road to the skyline as the sun dipped lower. The city noise slowly faded into quiet surroundings, replaced by the rustling of trees and the occasional chirp of evening birds.
After nearly 45 minutes of driving, she turned onto a paved private road flanked by tall hedges. At the end of the drive, a grand villa came into view. The place was serene, almost cinematic surrounded by rows of tall trees, a manicured garden, and a still blue swimming pool glinting in the last rays of light.
Kavya slowed the car near the gate, eyes sweeping over the property. “Impressive,” she murmured to herself, taking in the calm elegance of the place.

Just then, a security guard walked briskly toward her vehicle and knocked gently on the driver-side window. She lowered it halfway, her black sunglasses still in place.
“Madam ji,” the watchman said politely, “please park the car here. Sir is waiting for you inside.”
Kavya gave a nod. “Alright.”

She pulled the car into the designated parking space and stepped out, adjusting her saree slightly and slipping her clutch under her arm. The air was cooler here, and the soft rustle of trees gave the place an almost surreal calm.
For a moment, she stood still, gazing at the villa ahead. Its tall glass doors reflected the garden’s greenery, and warm lights glowed from inside casting the kind of inviting ambiance that made you wonder whether it was hiding deeper beneath the surface.
With a steady breath, Kavya began walking toward the entrance, heels tapping softly against the stone pathway.

Kavya stepped out of the car, her heels softly clicking against the stone-paved path as she made her way toward the villa's entrance. The warm lights spilling from the glass-paneled doorway created a soft glow around her, making the folds of her black saree shimmer subtly.
As she approached the front steps, the large door swung open and there stood Vivek Sharma, walking out to greet her.
“Kavya,” he said with a rare, relaxed smile, extending his hand. “Welcome.”
She accepted the handshake, her fingers firm but graceful. “Nice place,” she replied with a faint smile, her eyes briefly scanning the villa interior behind him.

Vivek couldn’t hide his reaction the moment he laid eyes on her, his usually sharp demeanor softened. The way the black saree flowed around her, the elegant contrast of the sleeveless silver blouse against her skin, she looked like nothing short of stunning.
“You look…” he started, then paused for a beat, “…incredible.”

Kavya raised an eyebrow, her smile faintly teasing. “And you look like you just stepped out of your gym,” she said, eyes flicking to his appearance grey workout shorts, a fitted black tank top clinging to his post-workout frame, and a towel casually slung over his shoulder.
Vivek chuckled. “Guilty. Just wrapped up a quick session before you arrived. Didn’t expect you to be this punctual.”

Kavya gave a small shrug. “Duty trains us to be on time.”

As they exchanged these pleasantries, Vivek’s gaze drifted just for a second to the way her blouse framed her shoulders, the glint of the thin silver strap catching the light. He quickly caught himself and looked away before she could notice, but something in her expression suggested she might have.
“Shall we go in?” he asked, stepping aside and gesturing toward the warmly lit hallway.
Kavya nodded and walked past him into the villa poised, composed, and fully aware of the silent undercurrent between them.
As Kavya stepped into the villa, she was immediately struck by the ambiance. The warm lighting guided her toward the open rooftop terrace and as she reached it, her pace slowed.
The space had been transformed.
A long, elegant table was set under the open sky, adorned with soft-lit lanterns hanging overhead. Small vintage-style hurricanes with flickering candles sat at each end. Above them, the night sky stretched wide and clear stars scattered like diamonds, glimmering with quiet beauty. The soft wind carried a faint hint of jasmine from the garden below.
Kavya stood still for a moment, taking it all in. Her eyes lifted to the night sky, and for once, her usually guarded expression melted into awe. She looked up completely and was still mesmerized by the serene view. The soft lights played on her silver blouse, and the gentle sway of her saree added grace to her stillness.

Behind her, Vivek Sharma watched in silence.
He didn’t say a word, just observed. The way the light touched her collarbone, the curve of her arms exposed by the sleeveless blouse, the silhouette of strength and beauty standing before him. There was admiration in his eyes, but also restraint. Something about this moment felt delicate untouched.

Kavya, sensing his gaze, didn’t turn immediately. She simply said, without breaking her gaze from the sky:
“You really planned all this?”
Vivek took a slow step forward. “I did. I thought… you deserved something more than another closed room and forced conversation.”
She finally turned, her expression unreadable but softened.
“Not bad,” she said. “Didn’t expect this.”
He smiled. “Didn’t expect you to show up in that saree either. You’ve raised the bar.” A moment passed. Not quite flirtation but a subtle, charged quietness between them. Then, with a polite nod, she gestured toward the table. “Shall we?”
Vivek stepped forward and pulled out a chair for her. “Yes,” he said. “Let’s eat before the stars get jealous.”
 
 
 
Kavya took her seat at the beautifully set table, her posture elegant, her eyes quietly scanning the arrangement not missing the details, but not openly reacting to them either. She was calm, collected. Inwardly, she reminded herself why she came: to maintain balance, close a loose end, and leave with clarity.

Vivek Sharma sat across from her, pouring himself a modest glass of whisky. He didn’t push anything toward her yet, but his playful tone returned.
“Mrs. Kavya,” he said with a smirk, holding up his glass slightly, “this drink isn’t mandatory. Think of it as a… diplomatic offering. A small one.”
He laughed lightly at his own joke.
Kavya leaned back in her chair just slightly, lips curling into a polite smile. “You know, I used to be a good drinker back in my college days,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “Could handle more than half the boys in my batch.”
Vivek raised an eyebrow, surprised and intrigued.
“But” she continued, her tone shifting with quiet firmness, “once I entered civil service, I left a lot of things behind. Drinking was one of them. Not because I couldn’t but because I chose not to.”
Kavya reached for the tall glass of juice placed beside her plate, a vibrant orange color, cold and lightly frosted with condensation. She sipped through the straw slowly, her posture still composed, eyes drifting occasionally toward the stars above.
Across the table, Vivek lifted his glass of amber liquor and leaned back slightly in his chair, watching her or rather, watching the way she moved. There was something almost effortless in how she held herself: the gentle curve of her fingers around the glass, the way her lips met the straw, calm and unaffected.
She was lost in thought, unaware of his gaze.
Vivek wasn’t smiling now. He was quiet, studying her with a gaze that wasn’t just admiration, it was curiosity, and maybe something more complicated. He had seen powerful women before, but Kavya wasn’t playing power. She was power, wrapped in grace.

Kavya finally set her glass down and looked toward him. “You’re awfully quiet,” she said, breaking the moment.
Vivek back to his sense and the conversation had shifted to professional matters. Over the next twenty minutes, Kavya and Vivek discussed security protocols for the upcoming election deployment schedules, conflict-prone zones, and media sensitivity. It was the kind of sharp, focused dialogue Kavya was most comfortable in. Detached. Objective.
But the comfort didn’t last long.
Just as she began tasting one of the delicately plated appetizers, Vivek’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and stood up with a brief apology.

“Give me five minutes urgent call from the ministry,” he said, already walking toward the far end of the terrace, phone to his ear.
Kavya nodded absently and reached for a glass of water, her attention returning to the food in front of her.

Then her own phone buzzed.

At first, she ignored it. But when the second buzz followed, a sense of unease gripped her. She picked it up.
A new message. From the same unknown number. Her thumb hovered, then tapped. The video loaded quickly.

It was short, shaky, and unmistakable Rakhul hugging Rekha at a beachside resort. The footage wasn’t blurred or ambiguous. The intimacy, the body language, the secrecy it was clear. And cruel.

Kavya froze. She stared at the screen long after the video ended. Her hand slowly lowered, but the phone remained clenched. A sharp sting pressed behind her eyes, and without meaning to, a tear slipped down her cheek.

She quickly wiped it. Then another came.
By the time Vivek returned, Kavya was still seated, her posture rigid, but her face betrayed her distant, shaken, eyes red.

He slowed as he reached her, sensing something was wrong.
“Kavya?” he asked, tone softer than before. “What happened?”
This time, Kavya couldn’t hold back. The wave crashed over her, all at once.
Tears welled up and began falling, her voice breaking as she said, “My husband… he’s cheating on me. He’s having an affair with someone else. “She unlocked her phone with trembling fingers and showed Vivek the video. The footage played briefly the unmistakable closeness between Rakhul and Rekha on a beachside resort. Intimate. Coldly undeniable.
Vivek took the phone from her gently, watched it, and then handed it back. He didn’t speak right away his silence wasn’t awkward, it was deliberate. Thoughtful.

Seeing her shoulders tense as she tried to wipe her tears away quickly, he stepped closer and placed a hand on her arm and gave a soft pressed, Kavya didn’t react by his touch,
“Kavya…” he said quietly, “I’m so sorry.” She closed her eyes, but the tears still came.
“I gave him everything, Vivek. My time, my support, my trust. I let myself believe that loyalty meant something to him.”

Vivek exhaled through his nose, his voice calm but clear. “Some men... some people they only show who they truly are when they think you won’t notice. But you did. And as much as it hurts now… it’s better than living in a lie.”
Vivek saw this as a chance and gently said, “Hey Kavya, everything that’s happened… maybe it’s for the best. Now, nothing is holding you back. You can do anything you want in life. If you’re unsure…, can I show you something?”

Kavya remained seated, silently crying, her eyes downcast. Without forcing her, Vivek reached out and softly held her hand. He helped her to her feet, then placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She didn’t resist his touch, felt safe, kind.

Without saying much, he slowly guided her up to the second floor. Kavya didn’t speak or protest. Something in his quiet care made her feel comforted, and she followed him willingly.
They reached the second floor and entered a beautiful room surrounded by glass walls. The outside view was stunning lush trees, distant hills, and the soft glow of evening light poured in through the panes. It felt like a world apart, calm and untouched.

Vivek still had his hand gently resting on Kavya’s shoulder. He guided her toward the glass wall and softly said, “Look at that tree out there.”

Kavya lifted her eyes and gazed at a tall, old tree standing alone, swaying gently in the wind. There was something peaceful about it.
Vivek stood just behind her, his presence quiet but close. He didn’t speak further, only stayed there, allowing the silence to hold the moment.
Vivek broke the silence with a soft voice. “Hey Kavya… in my childhood, I used to sleep in that tree. I had nothing back then just dreams and empty hands.”

He paused for a moment, then continued with a gentle smile, “But life… it changes. Today, I’m standing here, in this city, in this moment… with a beautiful woman beside me.”
As he spoke, he slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind. His touch was warm, not rushed. He brushed her hair gently over one shoulder, revealing the other. Then, with quiet care, he placed a tender kiss on her shoulder.
Kavya didn’t pull away. She stood still, her eyes still on the tree, her heart quietly absorbing the moment. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel broken just held.

After a few quiet seconds, Kavya slowly turned around. Her eyes met Vivek’s, searching his face, his expression. They stood like that just looking locked in a silence that spoke more than words could.
Vivek leaned in gently and whispered, “Kavya, tonight… there are no rules. Nothing holding you back.”

Then, softly, he kissed her lips.
At first, it was gentle uncertain but real. Kavya didn’t move at first. But then, as if something inside her finally let go, she wrapped her arms around him. Her response was quiet but full of meaning. She kissed him back, letting herself be in the moment, not running from it.
After holding each other for a while, Vivek slowly met Kavya’s eyes, his gaze soft but intense. With gentle care, he slipped her pallu down, letting it fall gracefully to the floor.
He then bent down slowly, placing both hands lightly on her midriff, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his palms. His eyes traced the curve of her beautiful navel as he whispered, “Hey Kavya, you’re so beautiful.”

Then, with tender reverence, he began kissing her navel, his lips brushing softly against her skin, exploring with gentle affection.
Kavya closed her eyes, her hands slipping into her hair as she leaned her head against the cool glass wall. Vivek’s lips continued their tender exploration of her navel, his gentle and reverent touch.

After a few moments, he slowly unhooked her skirt and carefully slid it down her hips. He paused, mesmerized by the sight before him Kavya in black thong panties, delicate and alluring. Without hesitation, he began kissing along the fabric, tracing gentle, lingering kisses over her.

Kavya started moaning, Vivek was busy kissing her thong panties for some minutes after some minutes he turned her backwards and saw a beautiful Ass bums, it was very hard and big in size, finally he felt some he achieved in his life, Vivek was very happy to see her beautiful bums, His cock started rolling in her shorts, Without wasting time he started kissing and licking her ass bums,

Kavya’s soft moan filled the room with a whisper of desire and hesitation. Without breaking eye contact, he rose slowly, his movements deliberate and confident.
In one smooth motion, he lifted her effortlessly with both hands and gently laid her down on the bed. The world seemed to pause around them; every breath charged with anticipation.
Kavya lay on the bed, dressed only in a sleeveless blouse and delicate thong panties. Vivek Sharma slowly removed his T-shirt and shorts, revealing the toned muscles of his back as he climbed onto the bed beside her. Kavya’s breath caught for a moment, stunned by the raw intensity before her. His dick is 8 inches long, almost twice the length of her husband Rakhul's, and it was pointed at her like a gun,
Suddenly, Vivek moved closer, his body pressing gently against hers. He leaned down and began to kiss her cheeks softly, then traced delicate kisses along her lips. Kavya closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, allowing herself to savor every touch and sensation.

After a few minutes of kissing, Vivek was losing his control, he tried to tear her blouse and see her beautiful mangoes, But kavya stopped him and she slowly unhooked her blouse, Vivek hit her hand and he unhooked very fast, Kavya again closed his eyes and feeling the pleasure, , Then he pulled the blouse and threw it on the floor,

Kavya lay on the bed, wearing only a black bra and matching thong panties. Vivek Sharma looked at her thoughtfully, a quiet admiration in his eyes. “I must be the luckiest man to share this moment with Mrs. Kavya Shetty, IPS
Then, without wasting time, he climbed back onto her body and started squeezing her boobs very hard, Kavya moaned again Aahhhhhhhhhhh''' This time in pain. But Vivek decided not to stop, he again increased the pressure in his palm and squeezed both her mangoes very hard for a few minutes,
After a few minutes of squeezing her mangoes, he unfastened her bra and threw it on the floor. This time Vivek got the beautiful view of her two milky boobs, the nipple is slightly rosy in color, some drops of milk came outside the nipples,

Then Vivek slowly put his mouth to her rosy nipples and started squeezing her breasts and sucking the milk, Kavya again moaned Aahhhh in pain, at the same time Vivek thought in his head, you damn bitch you are screaming in pain? You should have hit many criminals in jail, how they got pain, now you too are feeling the pain and again increased the pressure in his palm,

Kavya was very tired and screamed in pain, then Vivek said, "This time it's a pleasure for you," and he slowly moved his mouth into her thong panties, pulled out the panties and threw them on the floor.

Finally, Vivek Sharma saw her beautiful, delicious pussy of Mrs. Kavya Shetty IPS which is in V shape, and he understood that the hair was trimmed few days ago and it was very neat and clean, inner layer is light brown with pink in color,

Without wasting time, he inserted her tongue into her V-shaped pussy and started drilling, This time Kavya liked the way he did it, She kept moaning slowly Aahhhhhhh, Aaahhhhh, Vivek drilled her pussy with his tongue for almost 30 minutes and brought her to her first orgasm, Kavya ejected the white juice from her pussy, Vivek licked the juice and feels the taste,
Kavya was almost tired and closed her eyes, seeing this Vivek said, "Hey kavya don’t lose your energy, Now is the hunting time and he held his dick in his hand and slowly inserted into her delicious pussy, Even kavya with a child still her pussy was tight, Vivek Sharma said, "Hey kavya I think your husband is not worth having you and pushed his full size dick into her pussy,

Kavya screamed in pain again, Aaahhhhh, Vivek Sharma put his lips on her lips and started moving his hips back and forth, He started slowly and after a few seconds he increased the speed,

Kavya was in high pleasure, Vivek increased the speed and started fucking her like a whore, After 30 minutes of hard fucking, Vivek shouted Ahhhhhh, You fucking slut kavya and discharged the huge amount of sperms in her pussy, Hearing these words of Vivek, Kavya face turns red, But understanding the situation Vivek said sorry kavya, from emotions it had happened and started kissing her lips again,
Kavya suddenly pulled away, her breath uneven. Without saying a word, she slid off the bed and began gathering her clothes. Her silence was louder than any outburst. As she fastened her bra and panties and adjusted her hair, she finally spoke her voice calm, but firm.
"Vivek... I should have stopped this earlier. Something about this doesn't feel right anymore. I need to go."
Vivek, now fully aware of the shift in her tone, stood up from the bed and took a few steps toward her.

"Kavya..." he said softly, uncertain whether to explain, apologize, or ask her to stay.
But she didn’t wait for a response. She looked at him not with anger, but with clarity.
"You’ve always been respectful to the public, and I hope you'll respect this too."
As Kavya moved toward to take the blouse and skirt, Vivek called out behind her, his voice rough and unguarded.
"Kavya, wait... I said I'm sorry."
She paused, she was in her black bra and panties, but didn’t turn around.
"I'm not like your husband," he continued, his words cutting through the silence.
"I’ve never had someone real in my life. No one stood by me because of who I am—not the power, not the name. Just... me."
Kavya turned slightly, watching him from the corner of her eye.

Vivek took a breath and confessed quietly,
"The truth is, most of the women I’ve known... were paid. Call girls. That’s the world I got used to. So, when I said what I said, it wasn’t about you. It came from a broken place. I’ve never known what it’s like to be close to someone who actually matters."

Kavya’s expression softened, but she stayed quiet. The weight of his honesty lingered between them.

Without wasting time and not giving a chance to think, Vivek embraced her again and started hugging and kissing her lips. This time Kavya fell into his trap again, then he slowly carried her over his hands and placed her back on the bed,

Vivek again unhooked her bra and pulled her panties down and made her nude in the bed, He again kissed on her lips and inserted his monstrous dick into her pussy and started fucking her,  

Kavya started moaning again ‘Aaaaahhhh, Vivek was very angry, he increased the speed this time little harder with fury and he continued this round of almost 45 minutes and again the huge amount of sperm ejected in her pussy, Like the way he fucked her for 3 – 4 rounds in her pussy, this time kavya lost all her energy she slowly pulled out her dick from her pussy and pulled him side and rest her pussy side in bed and showed her buttocks and tried to sleep,

The clock on the wall ticked past 12:30 AM. The room was quiet, wrapped in a stillness that only the middle of the night could bring.
Vivek lay beside Kavya, watching her sleep, her breath steady, her body finally at ease. He felt a strange mixture of calm and restlessness, as though part of him was still carrying a storm.
Slowly, carefully, he slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake her. He moved to the nearby table, opened a small drawer, and pulled out a silver pillbox.

Without hesitation, he took one pill, placed it in his mouth, and swallowed it dry.

His eyes lingered on Kavya for a moment and said inside his mind “you fucking slut, this time I am going to hunt your beautiful wide Ass,
Vivek stood quietly at the edge of the room, the soft light from the hallway casting a glow across the floor. He picked up a small bottle of calming coconut oil something and poured a few drops into his hands, rubbing them slowly in to her ass hole

Just then, Kavya stirred in her sleep. Her voice, low and drowsy, murmured,
“Vivek… don’t do anything foolish.”
Vivek looked over at her, a faint smile touching his face and said, “I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re safe here. With me.”

With these words he slowly inserted the tip of his dick into her ass hole, then he slowly rubbed his dick outside her asshole for a few minutes, Kavya was very tense and bit into the pillow, seeing this Vivek kissed her cheeks and pushed his cock inside her ass holes, Kavya was in pain Aaahhhh screamed but she was helpless, Vivek started moving his hips hips back and forth slowly,

After few seconds Vivek increase the speed and fucked her ass very hard, Because of the pill power, he was able to keep the round of almost 1 hour, Kavya was collapsed in bed.
Vivek fucked her arsehole and pussy almost all night without giving her a break,

Time is around 2.00 AM

Vivek stepped out onto the small balcony, lighting a cigarette with a quiet flick of his lighter. The night air was cool, brushing against his skin as he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissolve into the darkness.
From where he stood, he could still see Kavya was naked and asleep on the bed, her bright skin softened in the glow of the dim light. Seeing her again his dick erected very hard,
Vivek quietly stabbed out the cigarette and returned to the room, moving slowly so as not to disturb the calm. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, watching her breathing steadily, though clearly still tired.
He lay down beside her, keeping a respectable distance. After a pause, he gently asked,
“Hey, Kavya… are you okay?”
Kavya stirred slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No... please..." she mumbled, then turned away and drifted back into sleep.
Vivek decided not to disturb her anymore, got out of bed, took his mobile phone and, unbeknownst to her, took a naked picture of her as she lay naked in bed.
After taking photos of her, Vivek climbed back into bed, hugged her and gave her a gentle kiss and slept with her at night,
The soft morning light crept through the edges of the curtains. It was 5:30 AM when Kavya slowly stirred awake. Her head still felt heavy, but her mind was clearer than the night before.
She blinked a few times and realized Vivek was still beside her, his arm gently resting across her waist in his sleep.

Careful not to wake him, she slowly shifted his arm aside and sat up. Her Bra, blouse, Pantis and saree lay on the floor, not torn. She felt a quiet relief at that small detail.
She got dressed quickly, tying her hair up and adjusting her saree.
Behind her, she heard Vivek’s voice, still heavy with sleep:
“Hey… baby… good morning.”
Kavya turned to look at him, her face calm, unreadable.
“Good morning, Mr. Sharma,” she replied.
There was a pause. For a second, the air between them held a mixture of warmth, confusion, and something unspoken.
Vivek stretched and sat up, running a hand through his hair.
“Leaving already?”
Kavya nodded.
“Duty calls. Unlike you, I must serve the law not just charm it.”
She gave a faint, teasing smile. Vivek chuckled, sensing she was pulling back into her professional self.
“Will I see you again?” he asked.

Kavya smiled faintly and said bi to Vivek and left his house. After 45 minutes of driving, she reached her villa. Inside, Balraj was in the kitchen, cooking.