30-01-2026, 09:18 PM
Chapter 15: Swathi’s Midnight Drive & The Hill Station Secret
Vikram arrived at the politician’s house the next day. The sprawling bungalow sat in a quiet, guarded lane — high walls, cameras, men in plain clothes watching every gate. He parked the car, adjusted his shirt, and waited.
A woman came down the steps — Swathi, the daughter-in-law. Sari tight across her curves, deep red silk clinging to her waist and breasts, pallu dbangd just enough to tease the swell beneath. Eyes sharp, commanding, lips painted dark. She slid into the backseat without a word at first, perfume filling the car — jasmine mixed with something heavier, more intimate.
“Drive,” she said. “Friend’s wedding. 40 kilometers.”
Vikram nodded, started the engine. He noticed everything — the way the sari shifted when she crossed her legs, the curve of her thigh visible through the slit, the gold chain resting between her breasts as she leaned forward to give directions. Internal: Another woman in control. Another threat waiting.
The drive was silent at first. Then she spoke again, voice low and casual.
“You’re the one Sekaran uncle sent. Loyal, he said.”
Vikram kept eyes on the road. “Yes, madam.”
She laughed softly. “Don’t call me madam. Just Swathi.”
The wedding venue was loud — lights, music, crowds. Vikram waited outside. Hours passed. Midnight came. Swathi emerged, saree slightly disheveled, eyes bright.
“Drive,” she said.
Vikram said okay madam..
Swathi: “Hill station. Now.”
Vikram: What your father in law said you will come back home on the 2nd evening. And I have to stay here with you till then.. Now you want me to drive to Hill station? Should i confirm with him
Swathi: Just do what I say
..
Vikram glanced at her in the rearview. “Why should I obey you? Your father-in-law pays me.”
Swathi leaned forward, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
“Because I have a reason… I’ll casually say you molested me in the car.”
She laughed — short, cold. “I’ll say you touched me. Let’s see who he will believe.”
Vikram’s gut twisted — another woman’s threat echoing Malar and Malavika. But this time, something was different. He didn’t fear her. He wanted to catch her. Make enough evidence. Come out stubborn instead of being the nerd he once was.
He obeyed. Wheels hummed through the dark, headlights cutting the night.
The hill station loomed — winding roads, mist, silence broken only by crickets and the engine. A rugged man waited at the gate — broad, powerful, gangster vibe. He greeted Swathi with a tight hug, lips brushing her neck. They disappeared into a shadowed house.
Vikram waited outside, uneasy. Dawn broke. His phone buzzed — politician frantic, searching for her. Calls kept coming, increasing in panic.
He lost patience. Decided to enter. He knows an affair happening definitely. He used his pen cam recorder to record it.. As he entered the house he decided to sneak in without noise. To catch them in an act of a way to protect himself.
He crept inside — empty rooms, stairs creaking under his weight. Breath held.
On a sprawling bed, Swathi rode her lover — naked, breasts bouncing with every thrust, his groans low and primal. She didn’t try to hide her body or remove herself from her position. Her lover stayed under her, hands on her hips, still moving.
Her eyes catched the Vikram who crept in..
She screamed when she saw Vikram: “Why are you here?”
Vikram muttered, “Calls.”
Eyes locked on her curves for a second — the way her lover gripped her hips, the rhythm of their bodies. A tent swelled in his pants but not as with malar or malavika.. — third time a voyeur, but first time it didn’t thrill in the same way. He had enough. It didn’t thrill anymore.
Swathi looked at his uninterested eyes and wondered what he was? Is he even a man… ?She smiled suddenly as if she realised something .
She finally left her lover and moved her ass to come near Vikram…
Vikram arrived at the politician’s house the next day. The sprawling bungalow sat in a quiet, guarded lane — high walls, cameras, men in plain clothes watching every gate. He parked the car, adjusted his shirt, and waited.
A woman came down the steps — Swathi, the daughter-in-law. Sari tight across her curves, deep red silk clinging to her waist and breasts, pallu dbangd just enough to tease the swell beneath. Eyes sharp, commanding, lips painted dark. She slid into the backseat without a word at first, perfume filling the car — jasmine mixed with something heavier, more intimate.
“Drive,” she said. “Friend’s wedding. 40 kilometers.”
Vikram nodded, started the engine. He noticed everything — the way the sari shifted when she crossed her legs, the curve of her thigh visible through the slit, the gold chain resting between her breasts as she leaned forward to give directions. Internal: Another woman in control. Another threat waiting.
The drive was silent at first. Then she spoke again, voice low and casual.
“You’re the one Sekaran uncle sent. Loyal, he said.”
Vikram kept eyes on the road. “Yes, madam.”
She laughed softly. “Don’t call me madam. Just Swathi.”
The wedding venue was loud — lights, music, crowds. Vikram waited outside. Hours passed. Midnight came. Swathi emerged, saree slightly disheveled, eyes bright.
“Drive,” she said.
Vikram said okay madam..
Swathi: “Hill station. Now.”
Vikram: What your father in law said you will come back home on the 2nd evening. And I have to stay here with you till then.. Now you want me to drive to Hill station? Should i confirm with him
Swathi: Just do what I say
..
Vikram glanced at her in the rearview. “Why should I obey you? Your father-in-law pays me.”
Swathi leaned forward, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
“Because I have a reason… I’ll casually say you molested me in the car.”
She laughed — short, cold. “I’ll say you touched me. Let’s see who he will believe.”
Vikram’s gut twisted — another woman’s threat echoing Malar and Malavika. But this time, something was different. He didn’t fear her. He wanted to catch her. Make enough evidence. Come out stubborn instead of being the nerd he once was.
He obeyed. Wheels hummed through the dark, headlights cutting the night.
The hill station loomed — winding roads, mist, silence broken only by crickets and the engine. A rugged man waited at the gate — broad, powerful, gangster vibe. He greeted Swathi with a tight hug, lips brushing her neck. They disappeared into a shadowed house.
Vikram waited outside, uneasy. Dawn broke. His phone buzzed — politician frantic, searching for her. Calls kept coming, increasing in panic.
He lost patience. Decided to enter. He knows an affair happening definitely. He used his pen cam recorder to record it.. As he entered the house he decided to sneak in without noise. To catch them in an act of a way to protect himself.
He crept inside — empty rooms, stairs creaking under his weight. Breath held.
On a sprawling bed, Swathi rode her lover — naked, breasts bouncing with every thrust, his groans low and primal. She didn’t try to hide her body or remove herself from her position. Her lover stayed under her, hands on her hips, still moving.
Her eyes catched the Vikram who crept in..
She screamed when she saw Vikram: “Why are you here?”
Vikram muttered, “Calls.”
Eyes locked on her curves for a second — the way her lover gripped her hips, the rhythm of their bodies. A tent swelled in his pants but not as with malar or malavika.. — third time a voyeur, but first time it didn’t thrill in the same way. He had enough. It didn’t thrill anymore.
Swathi looked at his uninterested eyes and wondered what he was? Is he even a man… ?She smiled suddenly as if she realised something .
She finally left her lover and moved her ass to come near Vikram…
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