19-02-2026, 07:57 PM
As I was heading back, I saw several constables from the station loading some girls into a jeep and driving off somewhere.
I followed them. They entered a building.
I got out of the jeep and waited. It was nighttime, and the cold was intense.
When one of the constables came out and went to a nearby shop to buy cigarettes, I approached him.
He recognized me.
"Whose house is this? Why are you hanging around here?" I asked.
"It's the SP's house, sir. If girls are needed, I bring them," he said.
"Light one for me," I said.
"You're an officer," he replied hesitantly.
"Doesn't matter," I said. He lit a cigarette for himself.
"Didn't you collect the money and hand it over?" I asked.
"We gave it yesterday, sir."
"And today's girls?" I pressed.
"Yes, sir. Our SI is handling it," he said.
"Really? Whenever someone says something, how does it always turn out this way?" I muttered, thinking aloud.
"The deceased SI never did things like this, sir. He wasn't the type to bow down to the SP," he added.
"An SI can't stand up to an SP," I said.
"He did stand up to him, sir. He refused to collect the money the SP demanded and wouldn't send the girls either," he explained.
"Where were you people when he was supposedly killed by terrorists?" I asked.
"He was shot while returning home after night duty. He had just gotten married recently," he replied.
"How did you get that information?"
"Someone told the SP, and he himself called the station to inform us. He personally handled the investigation," he said. Just then, someone called him from inside, so he left.
I returned to my room and went to sleep.
The next morning, I got up, got ready, and was reviewing the papers again when "Hi," Razia said, walking in. I had left the door open.
"No college today?"
"There is, but today I came to sex college," she said, sitting in my lap.
Razia had brought food with her.
"What are these papers?" she asked.
"I have suspicions about the SP," I said, squeezing her breasts and giving her a deep lip kiss.
"It's getting hard," she noticed.
"That's how it is," I replied, and called Parandhamam.
I explained the details and said, "We need to interrogate the SP."
"These details aren't enough. And he's too influential," he replied.
I hung up, stood up, and said, "Stay here—I have work."
"No, I'm coming with you," Razia insisted.
I took Razia with me to the BSF camp, picked up what I needed, and headed toward the SP's bungalow. I parked the jeep behind the building and got out. Fortunately, there was no security at the back.
I entered the house quietly. The cook was in the kitchen.
I already knew his wife and children weren't staying there, so I silently went to the bedroom. He was still asleep, even though it was past ten.
I closed the door and told Razia, "Wake him up."
Razia shook him, saying, "Sir, sir."
He woke up, saw Razia, and said, "You whore, looking so sexy—did you come last night?"
From the side, I pulled him and slapped him hard. As he lunged at me saying, "Who the hell are you?" I struck him on the neck.
Once he collapsed, I tied him to the chair. "Scream and I'll shoot," I warned, showing him the gun.
When there was a knock at the door, I told Razia, "You handle it."
She opened the door and stepped out.
"Who are you? Did you come last night?" the cook asked, winking at her.
"Yes, the SP fucked my pussy so hard he's exhausted. We need three teas," Razia said, leading him into the room. Midway, he asked, "How much to fuck you?"
"How much will you give?" Razia laughed.
Before he could answer, she returned to the bedroom. The SP was slowly coming around, swaying.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I gave him a drug," I said. We both sat and drank tea.
It took about half an hour for the drug to wear off. "Who the hell are you people?" the SP asked groggily.
"How did the SI die?" I asked.
"Who? That guy? I had him killed," the SP said.
Razia was shocked. I was recording everything on camera.
"Why?"
"Why? For money, of course. He wouldn't do what I told him. On top of that, he started opposing me," he said.
"Tell me properly."
"I have links with terrorist groups. I help them," he admitted.
"What kind of help?"
"If they need money or weapons transported somewhere, I provide my vehicles. The SI found out. He stopped helping them and even started checking my cars. That's why I had him killed," he explained.
"The case isn't closed like that."
"It won't be—I managed it," he said.
I turned off the camera, threw him onto the bed, left the room, and came out from the back to the jeep.
Razia went to the kitchen and told the cook, "Sir will wake up in an hour," handing him the cups.
"What about what I asked?" he said.
Razia held his shoulders, kissed his lips. He squeezed her ass.
"Tomorrow I'm free. Be ready," she said.
"Okay, okay," he replied, kissing her lips again and squeezing her breasts.
Razia came back slowly and got into the jeep. "What took so long?" I asked while driving.
"The cook fell for my beauty," she said, winking. I laughed too. We reached the BSF office, uploaded the recording to the network, and sent it to Delhi.
Parandhamam garu informed the law wing and got an arrest warrant issued.
Two hours later, following directions given to the local security officer, the DSP got ready to follow me.
We didn't tell the higher-ups the full details yet.
We raided the SP's house. Razia was still with me.
He was just coming out of the drug haze. "There's an arrest warrant," I said, showing it, and took him into custody.
I directly took the SP to a room in the BSF camp and locked him there.
"We'll deal with the rest tomorrow," I told the people there, then returned to my room. By then, it was 3 p.m.
We ate the food Razia had brought. While watching TV on the bed, Razia locked the door, stripped off her clothes, and lay down beside me.
As I was heading back, I saw several constables from the station loading some girls into a jeep and driving off somewhere.
I followed them. They entered a building.
I got out of the jeep and waited. It was nighttime, and the cold was intense.
When one of the constables came out and went to a nearby shop to buy cigarettes, I approached him.
He recognized me.
"Whose house is this? Why are you hanging around here?" I asked.
"It's the SP's house, sir. If girls are needed, I bring them," he said.
"Light one for me," I said.
"You're an officer," he replied hesitantly.
"Doesn't matter," I said. He lit a cigarette for himself.
"Didn't you collect the money and hand it over?" I asked.
"We gave it yesterday, sir."
"And today's girls?" I pressed.
"Yes, sir. Our SI is handling it," he said.
"Really? Whenever someone says something, how does it always turn out this way?" I muttered, thinking aloud.
"The deceased SI never did things like this, sir. He wasn't the type to bow down to the SP," he added.
"An SI can't stand up to an SP," I said.
"He did stand up to him, sir. He refused to collect the money the SP demanded and wouldn't send the girls either," he explained.
"Where were you people when he was supposedly killed by terrorists?" I asked.
"He was shot while returning home after night duty. He had just gotten married recently," he replied.
"How did you get that information?"
"Someone told the SP, and he himself called the station to inform us. He personally handled the investigation," he said. Just then, someone called him from inside, so he left.
I returned to my room and went to sleep.
The next morning, I got up, got ready, and was reviewing the papers again when "Hi," Razia said, walking in. I had left the door open.
"No college today?"
"There is, but today I came to sex college," she said, sitting in my lap.
Razia had brought food with her.
"What are these papers?" she asked.
"I have suspicions about the SP," I said, squeezing her breasts and giving her a deep lip kiss.
"It's getting hard," she noticed.
"That's how it is," I replied, and called Parandhamam.
I explained the details and said, "We need to interrogate the SP."
"These details aren't enough. And he's too influential," he replied.
I hung up, stood up, and said, "Stay here—I have work."
"No, I'm coming with you," Razia insisted.
I took Razia with me to the BSF camp, picked up what I needed, and headed toward the SP's bungalow. I parked the jeep behind the building and got out. Fortunately, there was no security at the back.
I entered the house quietly. The cook was in the kitchen.
I already knew his wife and children weren't staying there, so I silently went to the bedroom. He was still asleep, even though it was past ten.
I closed the door and told Razia, "Wake him up."
Razia shook him, saying, "Sir, sir."
He woke up, saw Razia, and said, "You whore, looking so sexy—did you come last night?"
From the side, I pulled him and slapped him hard. As he lunged at me saying, "Who the hell are you?" I struck him on the neck.
Once he collapsed, I tied him to the chair. "Scream and I'll shoot," I warned, showing him the gun.
When there was a knock at the door, I told Razia, "You handle it."
She opened the door and stepped out.
"Who are you? Did you come last night?" the cook asked, winking at her.
"Yes, the SP fucked my pussy so hard he's exhausted. We need three teas," Razia said, leading him into the room. Midway, he asked, "How much to fuck you?"
"How much will you give?" Razia laughed.
Before he could answer, she returned to the bedroom. The SP was slowly coming around, swaying.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I gave him a drug," I said. We both sat and drank tea.
It took about half an hour for the drug to wear off. "Who the hell are you people?" the SP asked groggily.
"How did the SI die?" I asked.
"Who? That guy? I had him killed," the SP said.
Razia was shocked. I was recording everything on camera.
"Why?"
"Why? For money, of course. He wouldn't do what I told him. On top of that, he started opposing me," he said.
"Tell me properly."
"I have links with terrorist groups. I help them," he admitted.
"What kind of help?"
"If they need money or weapons transported somewhere, I provide my vehicles. The SI found out. He stopped helping them and even started checking my cars. That's why I had him killed," he explained.
"The case isn't closed like that."
"It won't be—I managed it," he said.
I turned off the camera, threw him onto the bed, left the room, and came out from the back to the jeep.
Razia went to the kitchen and told the cook, "Sir will wake up in an hour," handing him the cups.
"What about what I asked?" he said.
Razia held his shoulders, kissed his lips. He squeezed her ass.
"Tomorrow I'm free. Be ready," she said.
"Okay, okay," he replied, kissing her lips again and squeezing her breasts.
Razia came back slowly and got into the jeep. "What took so long?" I asked while driving.
"The cook fell for my beauty," she said, winking. I laughed too. We reached the BSF office, uploaded the recording to the network, and sent it to Delhi.
Parandhamam garu informed the law wing and got an arrest warrant issued.
Two hours later, following directions given to the local security officer, the DSP got ready to follow me.
We didn't tell the higher-ups the full details yet.
We raided the SP's house. Razia was still with me.
He was just coming out of the drug haze. "There's an arrest warrant," I said, showing it, and took him into custody.
I directly took the SP to a room in the BSF camp and locked him there.
"We'll deal with the rest tomorrow," I told the people there, then returned to my room. By then, it was 3 p.m.
We ate the food Razia had brought. While watching TV on the bed, Razia locked the door, stripped off her clothes, and lay down beside me.
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