Fantasy CRUSADE OF KAVYA IN AGARTALA

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter - 11


It was 6:30 in the evening, and Kavya was still riding the high of a successful day. Smiling, she stepped out of the car as Bappy dropped her off at the villa gate.
“Good night, madam,” Bappy said, tipping his head.
“Good night, Bappy,” she replied warmly before walking toward the entrance.
As she approached the front door, she noticed Balraj sitting quietly on the steps, his face unusually downcast.

Seeing her, he stood up and spoke hesitantly, “Madam ji… I have some problems in my family. If you don’t mind, please give me the 3 hours off. I’ve already cooked your dinner.”
Kavya’s voice cut through the villa, sharp and cold. “Mr. Balraj, you’re here for work—not for personal drama. This is your first and last warning. From now on, don’t expect me to approve of any more casual leaves. Understood?”

Balraj stiffened. Her words stung more than he expected, but he held his posture. “Yes, madam,” he said quietly, lowering his eyes to avoid showing what was brewing inside him.
As he turned away, his face tightened. One day, he thought bitterly, she’ll learn what it means to treat people like this. Life has a way of teaching those lessons. If not… maybe I will.

He said nothing, walking away with a silent promise burning in his chest.

Kavya watched him for a moment before unlocking the door. The house was quite quiet after the energy of the day, but she appreciated the peace. She stepped inside, the scent of freshly cooked food greeting her as she closed the door behind her.

Kavya changed out of her uniform and slipped into a pair of high-waisted blue yoga leggings and a matching long-sleeved crop top. The soft fabric hugged her frame comfortably, perfect for unwinding after a long day. She rolled out her yoga mat in the center of her room and began her stretches, letting her mind clear and her breath slow.

The room was quiet except for the calming music playing from her speaker. Time slipped by, and by 7:30 PM, she had finished her session, feeling relaxed and light.

After a few minutes, she sat down to enjoy the dinner Balraj had prepared. The warm flavors comforted her, and she felt grateful for the small piece of the evening. Later, she played with her cat, who lazily stretched and purred in the corner of her bed. It batted at her fingers playfully, unaware of the weight her day had carried.

Suddenly, a car horn broke the calm.
Kavya froze for a second, her hand still resting on the cat’s fur. The sound of a vehicle pulling up echoed from outside, followed by the repeated ringing of the doorbell downstairs.
She glanced at the clock, it was almost 8 PM. Her brow furrowed. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Without a word, she stood up and walked cautiously toward the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough to peek out. It was Vivek Sharma.

He stood at the doorstep, casually dressed in a T-shirt and pants, holding a small bouquet of fresh flowers. His expression was warm, almost too cheerful for the time and situation.
Kavya’s eyes widened in surprise. What is he doing here?” she thought, scolding him silently in her mind. Why now? Why at my house? She instinctively stepped back from the window, her heart beating faster not out of excitement, but discomfort. She didn’t like surprises. Especially not ones like this.

But she knew she couldn’t ignore the bell forever. With a sigh, she straightened her top, brushed her hair back with her fingers, and walked downstairs. A few seconds later, she opened the door with a composed expression, masking the irritation she felt inside.

“Hi, Mr. Vivek Sharma,” she said, her tone polite but unmistakably cool.

Vivek smiled, holding out the flowers. “Congratulations, Kavya. I saw the news. You handled it like a pro. Thought you deserved these.”

She took a second before responding, her eyes flicking from the flowers to his face. “Thank you,” she said, without reaching for them. “But you could’ve just texted, like you did earlier.”
Vivek’s smile faltered ever so slightly, but he tried to recover. “Yeah, I just thought it’d mean more in person. Hope I didn’t come at a bad time.”

Kavya gave a small, tight smile. “Actually… it’s not the best time. But I appreciate the gesture.”
Both stepped into the hall. Kavya walked ahead, her posture composed and calm, while Vivek followed behind, taking in the surroundings and her presence.

He hadn't expected to see her like this. Dressed in a sleek blue yoga outfit, fresh from her evening session, she looked very hot and sexy. Specially her thunder thighs and Ass bums tempted him, the panties and bra which she was wearing is visible outside the outfit,
Seeing this Vivek thought his mind ‘Saalii thu mera mood banaathia..

Vivek was momentarily caught off guard. Kavya sensed the weight of his silence and turned slightly, narrowing her eyes.

“Do you want to sit?” she asked, her voice measured.

“Yeah… sure,” he replied quickly, shaking off his thoughts. He sat on the edge of the couch, still holding the flowers awkwardly.
Kavya remained standing, arms folded. “You came here just to give me flowers and say congratulations?”

Vivek smiled nervously. “That… and maybe see you smile in person. The way you handled that operation today people are talking about it everywhere.”

Her expression softened slightly but remained guarded. “I appreciate that. But next time, maybe ask before showing up at someone’s door uninvited.”
He nodded, sensing the boundary. “Fair enough.”
Kavya crossed her arms and looked at him seriously. “Mr. Vivek, if someone sees you here at my villa at this hour, what do you think they’ll assume? This isn't the right time or the right way to drop by.”
Vivek raised his hands in a half-apologetic gesture. “Hey, Kavya… I’m sorry about that. But you’re my closest friend now. I thought I could stop by… maybe even get a hot cup of coffee,” he added with a playful grin.
Kavya’s irritation flared but she didn’t let it show on her face. With a practiced calm, she turned and said, “Fine.”

Without waiting for a response, she walked toward the kitchen.

Vivek leaned back slightly on the couch, watching her move with quiet admiration. Her yoga outfit, form-fitting and elegant, highlighted her grace with every step. He caught himself staring again at the curve of her ass and thighs, the sway of her walk and quickly looked away, trying not to get carried away by the moment.
In the kitchen, Kavya set the kettle on the stove and took a deep breath. She didn’t like being caught off guard, especially not in her personal space. But for now, she decided to play it civil.
“Sugar?” she called out, her voice steady.
“Two spoons,” Vivek replied cheerfully,
Vivek couldn’t hold back his feelings any longer. Every moment he spent near Kavya only deepened the pull he felt toward her. Without thinking, he got up and quietly stepped into the kitchen.

Leaning casually against the wall, he watched her from behind the way her panties shape is visible outside the pant, when she was rinsed and clean the glass, he got to see her ass bum was jerked slightly, Vivek dick got a huge erection inside his pant,

Kavya sensed his gaze but didn’t turn around immediately. She took a steady breath, reminding herself to stay composed.
“Vivek,” she said softly without looking at him, “you really should sit down. Don’t want you to tire yourself out.”

He smiled gently but didn’t move. “I’m fine here. Just… watching you is enough.”
Saying this he slowly moved behind her very closely and placed his hand on her ass bum and squeezed, Kavya was shocked by his reaction, suddenly she turned and put the coffee glass down in the floor,
Kavya pleased, Hey Vivek, we can’t do this anymore, I am married and have one small child , at that day it was my mistake , please leave me ,

Vivek was not ready to listen to her words, he hugged her tightly and started kissing her lips and squeezing her two beautiful mangos, Kavya tried to stop him for few times, but her attempts were unsuccessful,
Vivek pushed her near the washbasin and forced her to bend over and put her hand there, now she was in the doggy position, the hen pulled his pant and inners down,

Kavya was helpless, before she could react, he tore the leggings off her back and pulled her panties to the side, Kavya pleaded again, "Hey Vivek, please don’t do this to me,

Vivek said his is the pleasure I need from my beautiful Kavya. He spat saliva into his hand and rubbed it on her asshole, then slowly inserted his cock into her hole and started fucking her,

Kavya screamed in pain '' Aaaahhh, but Vivek was not ready to stop, he increased the speed and fucked her ass for almost 1 hour and shot the first round of cum in her hole and leaned on her shoulders and hugged her from behind,
Kavya was in pain, Vivek slowly moved his lips in her ear and asked, Kavya can we go to your bedroom, His cock was still in her asshole,
Kavya didn’t reply, then they both heard the horning bell sound, Kavya understood that it was Balraj, suddenly Kavya pulled Vivek Sharma and ran upstairs, Vivek stood in the kitchen and watched her running upstairs with torn pant and panties,

Vivek Sharma thought, "Saali, that’s enough for today, I will screw your ass again,

Vivek Sharma adjusted his shirt and quietly opened the entrance door.
To his immediate discomfort Balraj was standing just outside, his hand raised, about to ring the bell again. The two men froze for a second, eyes locked.

Balraj’s expression shifted from confusion to quiet shock. His gaze flicked past Vivek Sharma and toward the villa's interior, then back to Vivek’s face.

Vivek Sharma cleared his throat, trying to keep it casual. “Hey Kuthee saala… you’re back early.”
Balraj didn’t respond right away. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. After a pause, he simply said, “Yes saab ji, madam gave me permission, but things got settled faster at home, so I thought I’d return.”
Vivek gave a short nod and stepped aside. “I was just leaving.”
Balraj moved aside to let him pass, but the silence between them was heavy. As the door closed behind Vivek, Balraj stood there for a moment,
Kavya had changed out of her yoga leggings and into something more comfortable a long cotton kurta and lounge pants. She stepped out from the hallway upstairs, walking down casually when she spotted Balraj entering the villa.
“Oh, Balraj,” she said with a light tone, “you came back early.”
Balraj gave a small nod, his face unreadable. “Yes, madam. My commitment was completed earlier than expected.”
Kavya smiled politely, but there was something different in her voice, something slightly off. And Balraj, though quiet by nature, had a sharp sense for unspoken things. He caught the tension in her posture, the way she avoided eye contact for a moment too long.
“Okay, good,” she added, then turned to walk toward the living area, trying to appear normal.
Balraj, saying nothing, slowly made his way to the kitchen. As he stepped inside, he noticed the faint clink of glass under his shoe.
He looked down. A broken glass lay scattered across the floor. Alongside it, a small piece of delicate fabric, light-colored barely tucked beneath the kitchen counter.
His eyes narrowed slightly. He didn’t say a word. He simply stood there for a moment, piecing together more than just the objects in front of him. The silence, the tension, the unexpected guest, the rush to act casual all added up. Something happened here.
The next morning, Kavya woke up feeling unsettled. Her mind was heavy with thoughts she couldn’t shake. I’ve let Vivek Sharma get too close, she thought bitterly. Day by day, he’s taking advantage of my kindness... but I must stop this before it goes too far.
Despite the turmoil inside her, she knew she couldn’t afford distractions not now. She poured herself a cup of tea and sat by the window, staring out but not really seeing anything. Her focus was divided, her mind wrestling between the personal and the professional.
Still, her resolve remained firm. Today, she told herself, she would be all in. She would push forward with the investigation, putting every ounce of energy into the Gajendar Singh case. It was time to bring him down and ensure justice was served—no matter what else was happening in her life.

Though half-minded, Kavya’s determination burned brighter than ever.
Kavya arrived at work, determined to push through the day despite the storm swirling in her mind. She threw herself into her tasks, coordinating with her team and following every lead to tighten the case against Gajender Singh.

Meanwhile, Gajender Singh’s team had uncovered a crucial piece of information the leak had come from Inspector Chandan. Fury ignited within Gajender like wildfire.
“I will make you pay for this, you bloody traitor!” he snarled, slamming his fist on the table. His eyes burned with rage as he plotted his next move to crush anyone standing in his way.

The Next Day

Gajender Singh sat at the head of the table in his private farmhouse, surrounded by his most trusted men. The air was thick with tension. They had just confirmed what he suspected Inspector Chandan was the one who had leaked the container operation to Kavya Shetty.
Several members of the gang were fired up, voices rising with anger and bravado.
“Let’s finish him,” one of them hissed. “He’s a liability now.”
“Not now,” Gajender said coldly. “It’s election season. Every movie is watched. If we make one wrong step, it’ll cost more than just his life it’ll bring heat on all of us.”
The room quieted for a beat. Then someone chuckled from the side. “Fine, let him live for now… but if something did happen to him, I wouldn’t mind taking his beautiful wife. That one’s a prize on her own.”
Laughter rippled through the room. Gajender narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Another man grinned. “Come on, Tiger, don’t act innocent. His wife works in your college. You seriously don’t know her?”
Gajender tilted his head, trying to recall. “Who is she?”
One of the men leaned forward and smirked. “Her name’s Shalini. That elegant Mallu lady… always wearing those tight sarees like a proper headmistress. You’ve noticed her.”
Gajender’s expression didn’t change, but his silence deepened. He was piecing things together now. Shalini. So that’s Chandan’s wife.
He leaned back into his chair slowly, fingers drumming on the table. “Interesting,” he said at last.

The laughter died down. Everyone in the room understood that when Gajender Singh said interesting, it usually meant someone was going to suffer soon.

Gajender leaned forward, a slow grin spreading across his face. “So…” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “we play the real game from now on.”

The room fell silent. He stood up, adjusted his watch, and looked around at the men. “Chandan made his move. Now it’s our turn. But no mistakes. No noise. I want him watched every step, every call, every face he meets.”
One of the gang members nodded. “And his wife?”
Gajender’s grin faded into something colder. “She’s not the target. Yet. But if Chandan crosses another line… everything he loves becomes part of the game.”
He paused, then added, “For now, plant the bait. Let’s see how far he’s willing to go.”
He gave out a few more quiet instructions for their next assignments, something coded, precisely, and then walked toward the exit. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the silent room as the rest of the men looked at each other, their laughter now gone, replaced by the thrill of strategy and revenge.

Outside, Gajender stepped into his car, his expression unreadable. The war had started. But he would fight it like he always did quietly, from the shadows, until the enemy didn’t even know where the final blow came from.