Fantasy CRUSADE OF KAVYA IN AGARTALA

[Anoop Nair]

Update – 14


The next day, Balraj woke up early in the morning at 5.30 am and went upstairs and knocked on the door of Kavya's room. Kavya was in a deep sleep wearing only a sleeveless white shirt and tight ¼ pink shorts, as it was only slightly warm in the room, she was not wearing her Bra and panties

Kavya heard the soft knock at the door, her eyes fluttering open. It was still early barely dawn. The room was dim, shadows stretching long across the floor. She pulled her hair into a loose knot and walked to the door, still half-drowsy. Slowly, she opened it.

Balraj stood there, dressed in a plain shirt and a neatly tied dhoti, a small cloth-wrapped bundle in his hand. His face was calm, composed almost too composed.

Balraj saw Kavya in her pose and was shocked, she was standing in a sleeveless t-shirt and pink shorts, her nipple imprint is visible outside the t-shirt, Balraj didn’t avert his gaze from her nipple, His cock started vibrating in his dhoti, Balraj in his thoughts "" Arey Bahvaan kiya maal hai? Iska tuchi mey poora fresh dood e rega, Kamko be thoda dehdo na, (Hey God, what a beautiful, sexy woman she is. Sure, her breasts are full of fresh milk. Give me some milk from her, too.)

 Then Kavya asked, Hey Balraj why did you come at this time?

Madam ji, sorry to disturb you so early,” he said quietly. “It’s 5:30. If we want to reach Trishna Forest before the heat rises, we should start soon.”
Kavya nodded wordlessly, the weight of yesterday’s stress still lingering in her body. “Give me twenty minutes,” she said, her voice groggy but firm.
Balraj gave a short, respectful nod. “I’ll be downstairs preparing the tea.” As he turned to leave, Kavya shut the door and leaned her back against it.
Inside the room, Kavya went near the mirror and saw her nipple impression visible outside the T-shirt. Kavya understood that Balraj must have gotten a view of her nipples and scolded herself in her mind, "Hey stupid Kavya, you are very careless nowadays."

At 5:50 AM, Kavya stepped downstairs, her hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail. She was dressed in a black sleeveless athletic top and matching sports leggings, looking sharp, focused, and ready. Her expression was unreadable calm on the outside, calculating within.

Balraj looked up from the kitchen counter, where he had just poured two cups of steaming tea. His eyes lingered for a moment too long. “You’re ready, Madam ji,” he said, handing her the cup with a slight smile. “Black suits you.”

Kavya took the tea without a word, her gaze cool. She sat down at the table, sipping quietly.
Balraj watched her from the corner of his eye, thoughts running quietly beneath his calm surface. Hey Randi, saali, Today I will teach how to respect the old peoples,

Kavya set the cup down. “Let’s go,” she said plainly. “We don’t want to lose daylight.” Balraj nodded, grabbing the small cloth bag he’d packed the night before. “Car is ready. It’s a bit of a drive.”

Kavya gripped the steering wheel as the car made its way through winding rural roads, the early morning sun slicing through the mist. Balraj sat quietly in the back seat, occasionally giving directions.
After nearly an hour and a half, the narrow road gave way to rough terrain. Tall trees loomed ahead. The landscape became dense, quiet, untouched.
“Madam ji, we’ve reached the edge of the sanctuary,” Balraj said. “No roads from here. We’ll need to walk.”
Kavya brought the car to a halt and stepped out. The air was thick with forest dew and bird calls. She looked around, momentarily distracted by the beauty layers of green, sunlight dripping through leaves like liquid gold.
Balraj slung his cloth bag over his shoulder and gestured forward. “It’s not far. Just a small walk.”
Kavya gave him a look. “Define small.” He smiled, half-laughing. “About 40, 45 minutes. Old village paths.”
She gave a sigh but nodded. She had no other option now.

They walked in silence. The forest grew denser, the trees taller, the silence deeper. Kavya kept her eyes moving marking turns, noticing faint trails, logging landmarks in her memory. Her security officer instincts never turned off.

She wasn’t nervous but she wasn’t careless either.
Finally, after 45 minutes, they reached a secluded clearing. A few moss-covered stones lay where homes might once have stood. At the center stood a small, ancient temple, half-swallowed by time and vines. The air here felt different still, heavy.
Balraj stopped and wiped his forehead. “This is the place, madam ji. Our family shrine. Not many have seen it in years.”

Kavya looked around, hands on her hips. “Quiet place for a challenge,” she said, eyeing him. “Or something else?”

Balraj chuckled. “Let’s pray first. Then we begin.”
Kavya stepped toward the temple slowly, her footsteps crunching softly over dried leaves. The structure stood quiet and timeless, dbangd in green vines, its entrance dark and mysterious.
Just as she was about to climb the first step, Balraj suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Madam ji! Stop! You can’t go in like this!”
Startled, Kavya yanked her hand back sharply, her voice rising with anger. “How dare you touch me, Balraj? Have you lost your mind?”

Balraj immediately backed away, hands raised in apology, his face a mask of humility.

“Forgive me, madam ji, truly. I meant no disrespect. But this place… this temple is sacred to our lineage. If someone enters without proper attire especially a woman, it is believed to bring misfortune. Not just to me, but even to your family. It’s a powerful place.”
Kavya stared at him, breathing hard.

“What do you mean by 'proper attire'? I'm not here to play village rituals.”

But his words lingered.
She was no fool, an IPS officer trained to question everything.
Yet, deep inside, Kavya held a part of herself rooted in old beliefs. She didn’t speak of it often, but she had always been sensitive to temples, energies, and omens.
Balraj stood still, his hands folded, voice low and serious.

“Madam ji… to enter this temple, one must follow the old customs. A bath in the pond and then wearing the traditional attire we offer to our deity. Only then does the place accept your prayers. Otherwise, it’s believed… misfortune follows.”

Kavya blinked, stunned by the sudden demand. “What? A bath? In that pond? And wear what dress?” He nodded solemnly and handed her a neatly folded set of traditional clothes—a simple cotton saree, faded but clean.

“I know it’s unusual, madam ji. But this is how it’s been for generations. I wouldn't ask this unless it mattered.” He paused. “Please believe me. Once, someone didn’t follow this… and it brought tragedy to my family. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you. Or your son.”

That last line hit Kavya hard. She stiffened.
He’d never mentioned her son before. But now… he used that name like a lever. And it worked.
Despite her modern mind, Kavya had always carried an inner fear of breaking unseen rules the kind tied to old temples, curses, forgotten gods.
She looked at the quiet pond nearby. Mist hovered above the still water. The jungle was completely silent.

Her heart raced. She didn’t trust Balraj not fully, but she also didn’t want to take a step that might feel like an insult to something sacred.

A long moment passed. “Fine. But give me privacy. Stay away.”

Balraj bowed his head quickly, hiding the small flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Of course, madam ji. Take your time. I’ll be waiting by the temple steps.”

As Kavya walked toward the edge of the pond, clothes in hand, she didn’t know that the real trap wasn’t the water, or the dress. It was trust.

Kavya approached the pond cautiously, scanning the area to ensure no one was nearby. The early morning mist hovered just above the water’s surface, adding an eerie calm to the scene.

Balraj remained inside the temple, eyes closed in silent prayer, carefully maintaining the appearance of respect and faith. He knew better than to rush anything now.

Kavya slowly undressed her T-shirt and leggings. She was in her white bra and black panties, then she slowly jumped into the pond and started bathing.

Kavya took a deep breath inside the pond, feeling a mixture of frustration and resolve. She quietly began the ritual bath, the cool water shocking against her skin, clearing some of the tension clouding her mind.

After about 15 minutes, Kavya stepped out of the pond, the cool morning air causing goosebumps on her skin. She carefully slipped into the saree Balraj had provided—a simple yet elegant piece that dbangd beautifully over her frame. The sleeveless white blouse complemented the traditional attire, and she looked every bit at the part of someone paying respect to an ancient shrine.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she walked toward the temple. Inside, Balraj was deeply immersed in his prayers, eyes closed, hands folded.
When Kavya entered, the soft rustle of her saree stirred him from his reverie. He slowly opened his eyes and saw her standing there gracefully, poised, a striking contrast to the dense forest around them.
For a moment, he simply stared, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

After a silent fifteen minutes, they left the temple together, stepping into the clearing where the remains of old houses stood, now just moss-covered stones and broken walls.

Balraj glanced at Kavya and said softly, almost admiringly,

“Madam ji, you look very beautiful in this saree.”
Kavya met his gaze steadily, her mind sharp. She knew this was just the beginning of the game.
Kavya met Balraj’s admiring gaze with a small, knowing smile.

“You brought me here for the competition, Balraj,” she said, her voice steady and calm. “But… thank you. My mind feels a little more relaxed now.” She took a slow breath, eyes sharp. “So, what about our competition? When do we begin?”

Balraj’s smile widened, impressed by her composure.
“Patience, madam ji. The game has only just begun.” He gestured toward the ruins nearby. “Let’s settle there. I’ll explain the rules.”

Kavya followed him cautiously, every sense alert. Deep inside, she knew this contest was about more than just pride, it was a battle of will, and only one would come out ahead.

They stepped into the clearing among the old ruins, where a small, uneven patch of ground stretched out like a forgotten arena.

Balraj reached into his bag and pulled out a blue flag. Grabbing a sturdy stick from a nearby tree, he planted the flag firmly in the center of the clearing.
Kavya furrowed her brow, puzzled by the simplicity of the setup.

Balraj turned to her with a serious look.
“Madam ji, it’s time for the game. Here, no one can interfere. This is our circle yard. The rules are simple you need to reach the flag and take it. That makes you the winner.”

Kavya couldn’t help but laugh, the sound sharp in the stillness of the forest.

“Is that your idea of a game, old man?” she teased, stepping closer. “If I push you down, you won’t be getting up again.”

Balraj chuckled and said mockingly, “Madam ji, you have three attempts. If you fail each time... I’ll start removing one piece of your dress

Kavya's expression hardened. Fury burned in her eyes as she stepped closer. “You disgusting, third-rate old man,” she snapped. “How dare you speak to an IPS officer like that? You think you can threaten me with this filth?”

Balraj laughed, unshaken. “This is the problem with you, Madam ji. You’re afraid—not because of me, but because you’re a woman. If you really had confidence, you’d focus on winning... not on protecting your body.”
Balraj looked at her with a sly grin.

“Madam ji, if you're not okay with the rules, we can always end the game here. But that would mean I win by default.”

Kavya narrowed her eyes, her pride stirring. She hated being cornered. Even more, she hated the idea of losing, especially to someone like him.

“You’re playing mind games now, Balraj,” she said coldly. “Trying to provoke me into something foolish. You think I’ll back out just because of your nonsense?”

Balraj shrugged innocently. “Not nonsense, madam ji. Just an old-college challenge. If you're as strong as you claim, show it. Don’t talk—win.”

There was a long silence.
Kavya's mind raced. She didn’t trust him. But walking away now would give him exactly what he wanted control. No, she would play but on her own terms.
She stepped forward, her voice calm but laced with steel.

“Fine. I accept your challenge. But hear me clearly try anything beyond this game, and I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life.

Balraj smiled again, but this time, there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

Balraj drew a rough circle in the dusty ground with a stick. He pointed to the edge.

“Madam ji, stand here. You’ll begin from outside the ring.”

Kavya nodded silently, still wary of his every move.
Then, without warning, Balraj slipped off his shirt and tossed it aside, followed by unwrapping his dhoti but underneath, he wore fitted shorts, like someone oddly prepared for a strange ritual or competition.
Kavya stiffened, her expression turning cold.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, standing up.

Balraj raised his hands with a smirk. “Don’t be shocked, madam ji. I don’t fight in formal clothes. This is how we used to do it in my village. Nothing is wrong with it. You said you were ready for the challenge so let’s begin.”

Kavya crossed her arms, staring him down. She hated every moment of this, but she also knew she couldn’t be the one to back away now.

Kavya stood at the edge of the marked circle, still wearing her saree. She had considered changing into the outfit she wore before entering the forest, something more comfortable, something practical, but Balraj had refused.

“No, Madam ji,” he had said firmly, with a crooked smile. “You’ll play the game in this saree. That’s how you came, that’s how you’ll compete.”

Kavya narrowed her eyes at him. She knew he was trying to make things harder for her, using every opportunity to unnerve her. Still, she stepped forward, adjusting her pallu tightly around her shoulder, refusing to show any sign of hesitation.

Her mind rarely said, this wasn’t just about a game. This was about power, control, and pride. And she wasn’t about to let Balraj win on any of those.

Balraj clapped his hands. “Game starts now!”
Kavya took a deep breath and stepped into the circle. Her eyes were sharply locked onto the flag placed at the center, and occasionally darting toward Balraj’s legs, reading his movements like a trained officer.
In a sudden burst, she sprinted forward, aiming straight for the flag. But Balraj was quicker than she expected. In a flash, he rushed toward her from the opposite side. Before she could react, he grabbed her and hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
“Balraj!” she shouted, pounding her fists against his back.

But he didn’t stop. With a mocking laugh, he ran outside the circle and threw her down onto the grass just beyond the boundary.

Kavya landed hard, her saree slightly disheveled, her pride bruised far more than her body. She sat up, glaring at him, her fists clenched, her breathing sharp with fury.

Suddenly, without warning, Balraj reached out and yanked the pallu of Kavya’s saree, pulling it off her shoulder and throwing it onto the ground.
Kavya froze for a split second, shocked, humiliated, and furious. Now left only in her sleeveless blouse and skirt, she instinctively covered herself with both hands, her eyes burning with anger and defiance.
Balraj’s gaze lingered disrespectfully in her milky naval, Kavya was helpless and felt ashamed on her,

Gathering her courage, Kavya stepped forward, determined to pull Balraj down and grab the flag. But before she could, Balraj suddenly grabbed her from behind, holding her tightly as he laughed mockingly.
Just then, a sudden noise echoed from deep inside the forest, freezing both in place.
Without a word, Balraj released his grip. Seizing the moment, Kavya quickly reclaimed her pallu and wrapped it back around herself, regaining her composure.
They both turned toward the source of the sound, alert and tense.

Kavya spotted a forest ranger approaching, clutching a walkie-talkie. His eyes quickly took sight of her and Balraj before he hurried over.

After a brief introduction, the ranger’s expression grew serious. “Madam, I saw one car at entrance of the forest area ,you’re an IPS officer, right?”

Kavya nodded.

He lowered his voice. “This area isn’t safe anymore. There have been several recent sightings of elephants and tigers nearby. You need to be careful.”