11-04-2026, 01:01 PM
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Chapter 6 : The contact unearthed
The new year eve was just a week away, and a lazy holiday mood had wrapped itself around the entire satellite town like a soft winter fog.
On a Saturday morning, Rakesh got dressed and said " Baby , i need to go for a quick site visit today!"
" What ? Today is Saturday Rak!" Monica was still sleepy lying lazily under the blanket
" I know honey , you know these Japanese consultants , by the way some news for you "
"
" What?"
Rakesh spoke while packing his office laptop bag " So Vishal called ..said the Noida pollution will be unbearable for him and Saloni.. so now we will be going off to Manali for the get together "
" Thats fucking awesome.. Its snowing in Manali now.. Vishal is such a sweetheart ..and Deepak ?" Monica said excitedly..
" Yea for Deepak its easier to travel from Chandigarh.. he is doing all the bookings.. we will start from here early Morning next Friday.. "
Rakesh paused and was wearing his shoes..
" And Mon , Vishal and Deepak already gave me a crazy ass list of all the stuff they wanted to smoke up in the mountains.. " Rakesh laughed .
Monica smiled " Yea. Expected ..So shall i speak to Bagha today ?"
" Yes .. If we dont get things for them , both Vishal and Deepak will bury us alive!" Rakesh laughed ...
" Rak, they are coming all the way from Los Angeles, let them taste some really good stuff before they go back to their boring NRI life ..Eh ?"
Rakesh kissed Monica and went to work.
Monica had few work VCs to complete in the day , At the stroke of Evening , she stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom - She had chosen a soft, cream-coloured cashmere V-neck sweater — The deep V dipped naturally between her full breasts, offering an unapologetic sexy view of her smooth, fair cleavage whenever she leaned forward or moved. It wasn’t flashy; it was just… her.
Paired with it were simple blue denims that clung to her taut, round ass and long legs, and simple indoor slippers. Her long dark hair was left loose and wavy, a few strands falling playfully over one shoulder. A touch of nude lipstick, kajal that made her eyes pop, and a light spritz of her favourite perfume — sweet vanilla with a hint of musk. She looked like she is stepping out for a relaxing weekend walk!
Monica took a slow breath, feeling that familiar flutter low in her belly — part nerves, part wicked excitement.
The late evening haze had turned the compound golden. Bagha was at his usual spot near the main gate, sitting on a plastic chair outside his tiny security cabin, sipping chai from a steel glass. He was in his late forties, stocky, with a thick moustache and the kind of watchful eyes that missed nothing. When he saw Monica walking towards him, his posture straightened immediately.
“Namaste, memsaab,” he said, standing up quickly, voice respectful but already carrying that slight rasp of appreciation. His gaze flicked down for half a second — exactly where she knew it would — before snapping back to her face.
Monica gave a warm smile, “Arre Bagha saab, namaste. Kaise ho aap? Chai pi rahe ho? Winter mein toh garam chai hi ek sahara hai na?”
Bagha chuckled, a little nervous but clearly pleased she had remembered his name.
“Haan memsaab, bilkul. Kya bhayanak Sardi aaye hai bhagwan!! ”
She laughed lightly, shifting her weight so the soft sweater moved just enough to let the afternoon light catch the swell of her breasts.
“ Ha woh to hai.. Sardi is baar to kafi jyada hai . Aapko kuch garam kapde wagera chahie to batana please.. "
Bagha smiled , happy Monica wanted to gift him something....
" Ji .. Memsaab!"
" Acha .. Bagha Saab If you are okay .. I wanted to talk about something " Monica hesitated a bit and then said " Maybe I wanted to do something useful for the area.”
Bagha’s eyes widened a fraction. He pulled the door of his small security cabin. “Arre memsaab, aap aandar aiyee na. Please Boliye, kya baat hai?”
Monica felt a nauseated smell inside - may be due to cheap local alcohol or unwashed dirty clothes. Nevertheless she went inside and sat down gracefully, crossing her legs, the denims stretching tight over her thighs. She leaned forward slightly as she spoke, the V-neck doing its natural, effortless work.
“Actually, Bagha Saab ” she began, voice smooth and friendly, “Rakesh and I have been living here for a few months now and we really this place. But I keep seeing the basti area behind our building ! Every morning when I step out on the balcony I see so many young boys just hanging around, doing nothing. And with new year coming, my company was trying to do some CSR activity. You know, help the youth who get into bad habits — drugs, alcohol, all that.” Monica stopped trying to ascertain whether the carefully crafted lie landed well!
Bagha nodded slowly, taking another sip of chai, but his eyes kept drifting. “Haan memsaab, basti mein problem toh bahut hai. Ladke log time-pass karte hain, kuch galat cheezon mein pad jaate hain.”
Monica tilted her head, looking genuinely concerned, but her tone stayed light and sassy. “Exactly. I don’t want to do big lectures or anything preachy. Just something practical. Maybe arrange a small awareness camp or help connect them to some de-addiction centre after new year. But I don’t know the area at all. Who controls things? I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes or look like some outsider interfering.”
She leaned forward a little more pretending to adjust on the small stool , giving Bagha a clear, lingering view of her deep cleavage. The cashmere sweater stretched softly, the shadow between her breasts warm and inviting. Bagha’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He looked away quickly, but the flush on his neck was unmistakable.
“Memsaab, aap bahut achhi soch rakhti ho,” he said, voice a little thicker now.
“Jitna mujhe pata hai... Basti mein ek-do log hi sab kuch handle karte hain. Local Daaru , Drugs ki supply, local network — sab unke haath mein hota hai. Agar aap sach mein help karna chahti ho, toh seedha un logon se baat karni padegi. Warna kuch nahi hoga.”
Monica smiled, bold and confident, but kept her voice casual, like they were just two neighbours chatting.
“Toh aap hi batao na, Bagha ji. Kaun hai woh log? Main toh bilkul nahi jaanti. I just want to understand how can i help ?"
Bagha hesitated for a second, glancing around the empty compound. The tension was subtle but electric — Monica could feel it in the way he shifted in his chair, the way his eyes kept returning to the soft curve of her breasts every time she moved. She didn’t adjust her sweater this time. She held her posture silently letting Bagha enjoy that daring huge cleavage show , probably the sexiest show he would have got in lifetime..
Bagha could still manage his face composure .. Finally, he lowered his voice.
“Dekhiye memsaab… sabse bada network Sadlur ka hai. Woh banda basti ke andar hi rehta hai, peeche wali gali mein. Supply ka full setup hai uska — good quality, regular customers. Agar aapko real picture dekhna hai ya help karna hai, toh usse baat kar lo. Main aapko uska number de sakta hoon, ya bol doon kaise pahunch sakte ho. Lekin dhyan rakhna… woh log seedha nahi milte. Pehle kisi ko bhejna padta hai.”
Monica’s heart gave a quick, thrilled thump, but her face stayed perfectly composed — sassy, confident, in total control. “Sadlur?” she repeated
“Okay! And how do I reach him without looking like I’m… you know, some one poking around?”
Bagha gave her a small, almost conspiratorial smile. “Main ek ladke ko bol deta hoon — mera dost ka beta. Kal subah 10 baje gate pe milwa doonga. Woh aapko leke jaayega. Bas aap usko bolo ki maine bheja hai. Simple.”
Monica gave Bagha her brightest, most genuine-looking smile. “Bagha ji, you are a lifesaver. Really. I knew talking to you was the smartest thing. Thank you so much.” She stood up slowly, letting the sweater fall back into place, but the image was already burned into his mind.
Bagha nodded, almost reverently. “Bilkuul memsaab. Koi aur help chahie to please batana aap!”
Monica turned to leave,
“Aur Bagha Saab , mere husband ki kuch sweater aur jackets hai .. really good quality...If you are ok .aap pehen sakte ho.”
He smiled " Bahut shukriya Madam... Sirf 1-2 hi kaafi hai ji "
She walked back towards the building, hips swaying just a little more than usual, feeling the heat of his stare on her ass the entire way. The moment she stepped inside the elevator,
She typed quickly to Rakesh:
Done. Got the name — Sadlur. Full network. Bagha’s setting up a meet tomorrow morning. Wait till I tell you every single thing… especially the part where he couldn’t stop staring at my tits while pretending to be helpful ?
She hit send, leaned back against the elevator wall, and let out a soft laugh...
The new year eve was just a week away, and a lazy holiday mood had wrapped itself around the entire satellite town like a soft winter fog.
On a Saturday morning, Rakesh got dressed and said " Baby , i need to go for a quick site visit today!"
" What ? Today is Saturday Rak!" Monica was still sleepy lying lazily under the blanket
" I know honey , you know these Japanese consultants , by the way some news for you "
"
" What?"
Rakesh spoke while packing his office laptop bag " So Vishal called ..said the Noida pollution will be unbearable for him and Saloni.. so now we will be going off to Manali for the get together "
" Thats fucking awesome.. Its snowing in Manali now.. Vishal is such a sweetheart ..and Deepak ?" Monica said excitedly..
" Yea for Deepak its easier to travel from Chandigarh.. he is doing all the bookings.. we will start from here early Morning next Friday.. "
Rakesh paused and was wearing his shoes..
" And Mon , Vishal and Deepak already gave me a crazy ass list of all the stuff they wanted to smoke up in the mountains.. " Rakesh laughed .
Monica smiled " Yea. Expected ..So shall i speak to Bagha today ?"
" Yes .. If we dont get things for them , both Vishal and Deepak will bury us alive!" Rakesh laughed ...
" Rak, they are coming all the way from Los Angeles, let them taste some really good stuff before they go back to their boring NRI life ..Eh ?"
Rakesh kissed Monica and went to work.
Monica had few work VCs to complete in the day , At the stroke of Evening , she stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom - She had chosen a soft, cream-coloured cashmere V-neck sweater — The deep V dipped naturally between her full breasts, offering an unapologetic sexy view of her smooth, fair cleavage whenever she leaned forward or moved. It wasn’t flashy; it was just… her.
Paired with it were simple blue denims that clung to her taut, round ass and long legs, and simple indoor slippers. Her long dark hair was left loose and wavy, a few strands falling playfully over one shoulder. A touch of nude lipstick, kajal that made her eyes pop, and a light spritz of her favourite perfume — sweet vanilla with a hint of musk. She looked like she is stepping out for a relaxing weekend walk!
Monica took a slow breath, feeling that familiar flutter low in her belly — part nerves, part wicked excitement.
The late evening haze had turned the compound golden. Bagha was at his usual spot near the main gate, sitting on a plastic chair outside his tiny security cabin, sipping chai from a steel glass. He was in his late forties, stocky, with a thick moustache and the kind of watchful eyes that missed nothing. When he saw Monica walking towards him, his posture straightened immediately.
“Namaste, memsaab,” he said, standing up quickly, voice respectful but already carrying that slight rasp of appreciation. His gaze flicked down for half a second — exactly where she knew it would — before snapping back to her face.
Monica gave a warm smile, “Arre Bagha saab, namaste. Kaise ho aap? Chai pi rahe ho? Winter mein toh garam chai hi ek sahara hai na?”
Bagha chuckled, a little nervous but clearly pleased she had remembered his name.
“Haan memsaab, bilkul. Kya bhayanak Sardi aaye hai bhagwan!! ”
She laughed lightly, shifting her weight so the soft sweater moved just enough to let the afternoon light catch the swell of her breasts.
“ Ha woh to hai.. Sardi is baar to kafi jyada hai . Aapko kuch garam kapde wagera chahie to batana please.. "
Bagha smiled , happy Monica wanted to gift him something....
" Ji .. Memsaab!"
" Acha .. Bagha Saab If you are okay .. I wanted to talk about something " Monica hesitated a bit and then said " Maybe I wanted to do something useful for the area.”
Bagha’s eyes widened a fraction. He pulled the door of his small security cabin. “Arre memsaab, aap aandar aiyee na. Please Boliye, kya baat hai?”
Monica felt a nauseated smell inside - may be due to cheap local alcohol or unwashed dirty clothes. Nevertheless she went inside and sat down gracefully, crossing her legs, the denims stretching tight over her thighs. She leaned forward slightly as she spoke, the V-neck doing its natural, effortless work.
“Actually, Bagha Saab ” she began, voice smooth and friendly, “Rakesh and I have been living here for a few months now and we really this place. But I keep seeing the basti area behind our building ! Every morning when I step out on the balcony I see so many young boys just hanging around, doing nothing. And with new year coming, my company was trying to do some CSR activity. You know, help the youth who get into bad habits — drugs, alcohol, all that.” Monica stopped trying to ascertain whether the carefully crafted lie landed well!
Bagha nodded slowly, taking another sip of chai, but his eyes kept drifting. “Haan memsaab, basti mein problem toh bahut hai. Ladke log time-pass karte hain, kuch galat cheezon mein pad jaate hain.”
Monica tilted her head, looking genuinely concerned, but her tone stayed light and sassy. “Exactly. I don’t want to do big lectures or anything preachy. Just something practical. Maybe arrange a small awareness camp or help connect them to some de-addiction centre after new year. But I don’t know the area at all. Who controls things? I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes or look like some outsider interfering.”
She leaned forward a little more pretending to adjust on the small stool , giving Bagha a clear, lingering view of her deep cleavage. The cashmere sweater stretched softly, the shadow between her breasts warm and inviting. Bagha’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He looked away quickly, but the flush on his neck was unmistakable.
“Memsaab, aap bahut achhi soch rakhti ho,” he said, voice a little thicker now.
“Jitna mujhe pata hai... Basti mein ek-do log hi sab kuch handle karte hain. Local Daaru , Drugs ki supply, local network — sab unke haath mein hota hai. Agar aap sach mein help karna chahti ho, toh seedha un logon se baat karni padegi. Warna kuch nahi hoga.”
Monica smiled, bold and confident, but kept her voice casual, like they were just two neighbours chatting.
“Toh aap hi batao na, Bagha ji. Kaun hai woh log? Main toh bilkul nahi jaanti. I just want to understand how can i help ?"
Bagha hesitated for a second, glancing around the empty compound. The tension was subtle but electric — Monica could feel it in the way he shifted in his chair, the way his eyes kept returning to the soft curve of her breasts every time she moved. She didn’t adjust her sweater this time. She held her posture silently letting Bagha enjoy that daring huge cleavage show , probably the sexiest show he would have got in lifetime..
Bagha could still manage his face composure .. Finally, he lowered his voice.
“Dekhiye memsaab… sabse bada network Sadlur ka hai. Woh banda basti ke andar hi rehta hai, peeche wali gali mein. Supply ka full setup hai uska — good quality, regular customers. Agar aapko real picture dekhna hai ya help karna hai, toh usse baat kar lo. Main aapko uska number de sakta hoon, ya bol doon kaise pahunch sakte ho. Lekin dhyan rakhna… woh log seedha nahi milte. Pehle kisi ko bhejna padta hai.”
Monica’s heart gave a quick, thrilled thump, but her face stayed perfectly composed — sassy, confident, in total control. “Sadlur?” she repeated
“Okay! And how do I reach him without looking like I’m… you know, some one poking around?”
Bagha gave her a small, almost conspiratorial smile. “Main ek ladke ko bol deta hoon — mera dost ka beta. Kal subah 10 baje gate pe milwa doonga. Woh aapko leke jaayega. Bas aap usko bolo ki maine bheja hai. Simple.”
Monica gave Bagha her brightest, most genuine-looking smile. “Bagha ji, you are a lifesaver. Really. I knew talking to you was the smartest thing. Thank you so much.” She stood up slowly, letting the sweater fall back into place, but the image was already burned into his mind.
Bagha nodded, almost reverently. “Bilkuul memsaab. Koi aur help chahie to please batana aap!”
Monica turned to leave,
“Aur Bagha Saab , mere husband ki kuch sweater aur jackets hai .. really good quality...If you are ok .aap pehen sakte ho.”
He smiled " Bahut shukriya Madam... Sirf 1-2 hi kaafi hai ji "
She walked back towards the building, hips swaying just a little more than usual, feeling the heat of his stare on her ass the entire way. The moment she stepped inside the elevator,
She typed quickly to Rakesh:
Done. Got the name — Sadlur. Full network. Bagha’s setting up a meet tomorrow morning. Wait till I tell you every single thing… especially the part where he couldn’t stop staring at my tits while pretending to be helpful ?
She hit send, leaned back against the elevator wall, and let out a soft laugh...
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