29-05-2026, 12:11 AM
(This post was last modified: 29-05-2026, 10:24 AM by shaalu_re. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Meera woke up with a gasp.
She sat up abruptly in bed, breathing heavily, her body covered in sweat.
It was a nightmare.
She quickly checked herself. She was still wearing yesterday’s dress — fully unbuttoned, hanging open. The windows were closed. The main door was properly locked. No one was in the room.
She let out a long, shaky breath of relief.
But the dream had felt so real. The shame. The exposure. The way Chotu and Shankar had seen her. The public humiliation on the street.
She touched her chest. Her nipples were hard. Her panty was damp.
The nightmare had left her strangely aroused and deeply disturbed.
She looked at the clock. It was still early morning.
Meera sat on the edge of the bed. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her body. Her mind was spinning, replaying everything Ajay had confessed to her last night.Meera’s hands trembled as she looked around the room. Ajay was not there. The bed was empty beside her.Her eyes fell on the laptop lying open on the table.Curiosity and a growing sense of dread pulled her toward it.She sat down and touched the trackpad. The screen lit up.
The first image was a photo from the party — her standing with Prem and Shalini. Her indigo blue tube dress had been pulled down to her waist. Her blue strapless bra was fully visible, her heavy breasts pushed up and spilling over the cups. Her face was frozen in shock, hands flying up to cover herself.
The next image was even worse — a screenshot from the hidden CCTV in the conference room. It showed her in the middle of the room, stripping. Her kurti was off, her white leggings halfway down her thighs, her blue bra and pink panty clearly visible. Her face was flushed with shame as she stood in front of the investors.
Meera’s stomach twisted. Tears filled her eyes.
He had seen everything. Yet he didn't do anything to stop it. Was he enjoying it ?
He had watched her strip in front of strangers. He had seen her standing almost naked while they examined her body. He had seen her humiliation at the security officer station.
And he had said nothing.
She scrolled further. There were few more files — audio recordings from her office conversations
Meera felt sick.
He knew.
He knew she was being pulled into dangerous situations, his wife was getting stripped. He knew she was being used as bait. He knew she had stripped for the deal. He knew she had been exposed at the party. He knew everything. Yet he acted selfish, didn't move a single finger to stop her save her.
And yet he had encouraged her to keep going to the office. He had listened to her stories with calm interest. He had even sounded happy when she told him about the party invitation. He anticipated what can happen there , he may have surveillance there also. He didn't care to us his own wife to lure for his gain. He didn't care about my modesty.
Meera’s hands shook as she closed the laptop.
She remembered what Ajay had said last night — how he was struggling to get a breakthrough, how her job had finally given him the opening he needed.
“He used me,” she whispered to herself, tears rolling down her cheeks. “He sent me into that dangerous place without any warning. He knew what could happen to me.”
Her mind flashed to Navya — how Ajmal had been treating her, the way Navya sometimes came out of his cabin looking dishevelled. It could have easily happened to her too.
Ajay only cared about his mission.
Her safety? Her dignity? Her feelings?
None of it seemed to matter as much as catching Vikram.
He had even seen her with Prem at the party — the moment her dress was pulled down — and when he called her later, he hadn’t warned her. He hadn’t told her to come home immediately. He had sounded normal.
Maybe he was enjoying it, a dark thought whispered in her mind. His fantasy of me walking naked, he has said about making my aunt naked in street.Maybe he was reporting everything to his boss. Maybe both of them were using me as a honeytrap.
Meera hugged her knees to her chest, feeling more alone than she had ever felt in her life.
She had done everything for Ajay — endured the humiliation, the exposure, the fear — thinking she was supporting him.
And all this time, he had been using her as a tool.
The tears came faster now. She buried her face in her arms, her body shaking with silent sobs.
The man she loved, the man she had been ready to do anything for, had betrayed her trust in the worst possible way.
Meera sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after reading the files on Ajay’s laptop. The weight of betrayal pressed down on her chest like a stone. She felt used, exposed, and utterly alone.
Without thinking, she stood up and stripped off her clothes.She unhooked her blue bra and let it drop. Her pink panty followed. She stood completely naked in the middle of the room, her full breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath, dark nipples already stiff from the cool morning air.
She walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Cold water cascaded over her body. She didn’t adjust the temperature. The icy stream hit her skin like needles, making her gasp. Her nipples hardened into tight, pointed bullets, aching from the cold. Water ran down her breasts, over her belly, and between her thighs, rinsing away the remnants of last night’s passion. She stood there for a long time, letting the cold water punish her body, hoping it would numb the pain in her heart.
When she finally stepped out, she wrapped a thin white towel around her body. It barely reached the top of her thighs, leaving her legs almost completely bare. Her breasts strained against the towel, the outline of her hard nipples clearly visible through the damp fabric.
Ajay was still not back in the room. The room was empty. A wave of fear washed over her. Where was he? Had he left after their conversation last night? Is he feeling sorry for what he did ?
She heard a faint sound from terrace — something falling from the terraace something heavy.
Her heart clenched with worry. She grabbed a large shawl from the cupboard and wrapped it tightly around her body over the towel. The shawl reached just below her knees, covering her completely, but she was still naked underneath. The thin material felt fragile against her skin.
She stepped out of the bedroom, her bare feet silent on the floor. The flat was quiet. Too quiet.
She walked towards the terrace, still wrapped only in the shawl. The early morning sunlight hit her as she stepped outside. The shawl fluttered slightly in the breeze, threatening to open. She clutched it tighter against her chest.
Ajay was standing near the edge of the terrace, talking on the phone. His back was to her.
“…yes sir, yesterday was successful,” he said in a low voice. “We got a lot of information. The access to onenote gave us passwords, schedules, and some internal files. Everything was fine sir , all went with the plan. Only the security officer check at then end was a small trouble.”
Meera froze behind him, hidden by the terrace door. Her eyes filled with fresh tears.
He was still working. Still using her. Even after everything he had confessed last night, his first thought this morning was updating Raghav. He is updating everything went according to plan. So the plan was to make me get humiliated she thought.
He finished the call and turned around. His eyes widened when he saw her standing there, wrapped only in the shawl, the morning sun glowing on her skin.
“Hey Meera… you woke up,” he said, trying to sound normal. “And ready already?”
Meera looked at him coldly. Without a word, she let the shawl drop to the floor and stepped outside to terrace.
She stood completely naked in front of him on the open terrace. The morning sunlight bathed her body — her full, round breasts with dark, stiff nipples, her smooth shaved pussy, her wide hips and thick thighs. A light breeze made her nipples harden even more.
Ajay’s eyes widened in shock.
“What are you doing?!” he hissed, rushing forward. He quickly picked up the shawl and wrapped it around her body again, pulling it tight to cover her.
Meera looked down. His cock was rock hard inside his pants, clearly visible.
She reached out and grabbed his erection firmly through the fabric.
“You were enjoying it,” she said coldly, her voice trembling with hurt. “Even now… seeing me naked on the open… you’re hard. You enjoy this, don’t you? Using me. Watching me get exposed. Reporting everything to office while I risk my dignity for you.”
Ajay’s face paled. He tried to speak, but no words came out.
Meera’s grip tightened on his cock for a moment before she let go.
“I thought you loved me,” she whispered, tears falling freely now. “But you only love your job.”. I followed you when you were in crisis.
She turned and walked back down the stairs, the shawl wrapped tightly around her naked body, leaving Ajay standing alone on the balcony, stunned and guilty. He didn't get any time to clarify anything from his side.
The morning sun continued to rise, but for Meera and Ajay, everything felt darker than ever.
“Meera, wait!” Ajay called after her, his voice desperate. “Please, I can explain!”
She didn’t stop. She descended the stairs quickly, the shawl fluttering slightly with her hurried steps, threatening to open. Ajay ran after her, still pulling on his shirt.
“Meera, listen to me! It’s not what you think!”
She reached their flat door and pushed it open. Chotu was standing there, holding the morning milk packet, waiting as usual.
“Didi… are you alright?” Chotu asked, concern written all over his face. He noticed her red eyes and the way she was clutching the shawl.
Meera looked at him, her voice cold but steady.
“How did you come inside the security officer station yesterday with a complaint?”
Chotu shifted uncomfortably. “Ajay sir called me… he asked me to check on you. I made up a story about my phone being stolen so I could go inside.”
Meera’s eyes hardened.
“Oh.Ajay Sir ? so you are also working with him ? what is he now a spy master ? When he called did you tell him I was naked?”
Chotu shook his head quickly. “No didi… I told him you were in a bra and thong. I didn’t say you were fully naked.”
Meera let out a bitter, broken laugh.
“Oh… that’s sad. You poor thing didnt get chance to see right”
Before Chotu could respond, Meera reached up, untied the shawl, and let it fall to the floor in one smooth motion.
She stood completely naked in front of him.
Her full, round breasts were bare, dark nipples stiff in the morning air. Her smooth, shaved pussy was fully exposed, the soft pink lips slightly glistening. Her thick thighs and round ass were on complete display.
Chotu’s eyes widened in shock. The milk packet nearly slipped from his hands.
Meera took the packet from him calmly, her voice emotionless.
“Go and tell your bhaiya… didi is full naked now.”
She turned and walked back into the flat, still completely naked, the milk packet in her hand.
Ajay reached the door just in time to see Chotu standing there, holding Meera’s shawl, staring inside with wide eyes like seen a ghost.
“What have you done?!” Ajay yelled at Chotu, his face twisted in anger and panic.
Chotu stammered, “I didn’t do anything, sir… I swear…”
Meera appeared at the main door again, still fully naked. She stood there without shame, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moved.
“No,” she said coldly to Ajay. “I gave the shawl to him.”
Ajay’s face went pale. He quickly pushed Chotu out and slammed the door shut, locking it before he can see inside the home and Meera naked. Ajay thought Chotu hasnot seen her naked.
The flat fell into heavy silence.
Meera stood naked in the middle of the living room, staring at her husband with empty eyes.
Ajay looked at her — at her exposed breasts, her bare pussy, her tear-streaked face — and for the first time, he saw the full cost of his mission.
“Meera…” he whispered, his voice breaking.
Meera stood completely naked in the middle of the living room, the morning light pouring through the windows and illuminating every inch of her body. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with each deep, angry breath. Her dark brown nipples were stiff, pointing outward like accusations. Her smooth, shaved pussy was fully exposed, the soft outer lips slightly puffy from last night’s activities and the emotional storm raging inside her. Her thick thighs were pressed together, but it did nothing to hide her vulnerability.
Ajay stood a few feet away, still fully clothed, his mouth open, searching for words.
“Meera… please, just listen to me. I can explain everything—”
She raised her hand sharply, cutting him off. Her voice was cold, steady, and filled with raw pain.
“I am standing full nude here in front of you,” she said, her tone flat but trembling with emotion. “And you are still shamelessly clothed. And yesterday night I spent naked in the station like this, infront of cell mates, officers. You still havenot asked how do I feel. How am I standing after all these. You are still standing there with an erection knowing your wife got humiliated yesterday may be thats what you desire secretly rite.”
Meera looked at his hardening cock with a bitter, broken smile.
“Even now… you get hard seeing me like this,” she whispered.
Ajay tried to speak again, his voice desperate.
“Meera, you don’t know how big the nexus Vikram is running. That’s why my department — the Financial Regulatory Authority (FRA) — decided to launch this secret operation. I had to—”
Meera cut him off again, her voice rising with hurt and anger.
“So you decided to send your wife to seduce them, right? You wanted the information to catch those criminals, right? That’s what you want? Fine. I will help you do that. I am your lovely wife. I can do that for you. You didn't care your wife may be paraded naked”
She turned away from him without waiting for a reply. Her round, soft ass swayed as she walked to the bedroom. Ajay stood frozen, his hard cock pointing uselessly in the air, guilt and shame written all over his face.
Meera quickly picked up a simple cream-colored frock she had bought some time ago. It was modest, knee-length, with short sleeves. She wore her bra and panties, and wore the frock over it.She walked back out, fully dressed now, but her eyes were cold and distant.
Ajay tried to stop her.
“Meera, please… don’t go like this. We need to talk, let me explain. I love you.”
“I have to go to the office. There’s work to do.”
She reached the office a little after 9:30 AM. The usual buzz was there, but the atmosphere felt lighter today. Navya greeted her with a warm hug.
“You came today? After everything that happened yesterday? ”
Meera gave a quizzical look to Navya, she replied you know the party. I heard you went to the farmhouse how was it? You enjoyed it ?
Meera replied with a just hmm..
Shankar was on leave that day, recovering from the stress of the previous events. When he heard from the receptionist that Meera had come to work, he was genuinely surprised. He had assumed she would take the day off after the humiliation she had endured. He messaged her that he would come to the office in the afternoon.
Meera had very little to do in the morning. She handled some routine files, replied to a few emails, and helped Navya with minor tasks. Her mind, however, was elsewhere — replaying last night’s conversation with Ajay, the betrayal, and her decision to keep moving forward.
Shankar arrived around 2:30 PM. He looked tired but composed. He called Meera into his cabin immediately.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently, closing the door behind her. “After yesterday… I was worried you might not come today.”
Meera nodded calmly. “I’m fine, sir. We have work to do.”
She sat up abruptly in bed, breathing heavily, her body covered in sweat.
It was a nightmare.
She quickly checked herself. She was still wearing yesterday’s dress — fully unbuttoned, hanging open. The windows were closed. The main door was properly locked. No one was in the room.
She let out a long, shaky breath of relief.
But the dream had felt so real. The shame. The exposure. The way Chotu and Shankar had seen her. The public humiliation on the street.
She touched her chest. Her nipples were hard. Her panty was damp.
The nightmare had left her strangely aroused and deeply disturbed.
She looked at the clock. It was still early morning.
Meera sat on the edge of the bed. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her body. Her mind was spinning, replaying everything Ajay had confessed to her last night.Meera’s hands trembled as she looked around the room. Ajay was not there. The bed was empty beside her.Her eyes fell on the laptop lying open on the table.Curiosity and a growing sense of dread pulled her toward it.She sat down and touched the trackpad. The screen lit up.
The first image was a photo from the party — her standing with Prem and Shalini. Her indigo blue tube dress had been pulled down to her waist. Her blue strapless bra was fully visible, her heavy breasts pushed up and spilling over the cups. Her face was frozen in shock, hands flying up to cover herself.
The next image was even worse — a screenshot from the hidden CCTV in the conference room. It showed her in the middle of the room, stripping. Her kurti was off, her white leggings halfway down her thighs, her blue bra and pink panty clearly visible. Her face was flushed with shame as she stood in front of the investors.
Meera’s stomach twisted. Tears filled her eyes.
He had seen everything. Yet he didn't do anything to stop it. Was he enjoying it ?
He had watched her strip in front of strangers. He had seen her standing almost naked while they examined her body. He had seen her humiliation at the security officer station.
And he had said nothing.
She scrolled further. There were few more files — audio recordings from her office conversations
Meera felt sick.
He knew.
He knew she was being pulled into dangerous situations, his wife was getting stripped. He knew she was being used as bait. He knew she had stripped for the deal. He knew she had been exposed at the party. He knew everything. Yet he acted selfish, didn't move a single finger to stop her save her.
And yet he had encouraged her to keep going to the office. He had listened to her stories with calm interest. He had even sounded happy when she told him about the party invitation. He anticipated what can happen there , he may have surveillance there also. He didn't care to us his own wife to lure for his gain. He didn't care about my modesty.
Meera’s hands shook as she closed the laptop.
She remembered what Ajay had said last night — how he was struggling to get a breakthrough, how her job had finally given him the opening he needed.
“He used me,” she whispered to herself, tears rolling down her cheeks. “He sent me into that dangerous place without any warning. He knew what could happen to me.”
Her mind flashed to Navya — how Ajmal had been treating her, the way Navya sometimes came out of his cabin looking dishevelled. It could have easily happened to her too.
Ajay only cared about his mission.
Her safety? Her dignity? Her feelings?
None of it seemed to matter as much as catching Vikram.
He had even seen her with Prem at the party — the moment her dress was pulled down — and when he called her later, he hadn’t warned her. He hadn’t told her to come home immediately. He had sounded normal.
Maybe he was enjoying it, a dark thought whispered in her mind. His fantasy of me walking naked, he has said about making my aunt naked in street.Maybe he was reporting everything to his boss. Maybe both of them were using me as a honeytrap.
Meera hugged her knees to her chest, feeling more alone than she had ever felt in her life.
She had done everything for Ajay — endured the humiliation, the exposure, the fear — thinking she was supporting him.
And all this time, he had been using her as a tool.
The tears came faster now. She buried her face in her arms, her body shaking with silent sobs.
The man she loved, the man she had been ready to do anything for, had betrayed her trust in the worst possible way.
Meera sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after reading the files on Ajay’s laptop. The weight of betrayal pressed down on her chest like a stone. She felt used, exposed, and utterly alone.
Without thinking, she stood up and stripped off her clothes.She unhooked her blue bra and let it drop. Her pink panty followed. She stood completely naked in the middle of the room, her full breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath, dark nipples already stiff from the cool morning air.
She walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Cold water cascaded over her body. She didn’t adjust the temperature. The icy stream hit her skin like needles, making her gasp. Her nipples hardened into tight, pointed bullets, aching from the cold. Water ran down her breasts, over her belly, and between her thighs, rinsing away the remnants of last night’s passion. She stood there for a long time, letting the cold water punish her body, hoping it would numb the pain in her heart.
When she finally stepped out, she wrapped a thin white towel around her body. It barely reached the top of her thighs, leaving her legs almost completely bare. Her breasts strained against the towel, the outline of her hard nipples clearly visible through the damp fabric.
Ajay was still not back in the room. The room was empty. A wave of fear washed over her. Where was he? Had he left after their conversation last night? Is he feeling sorry for what he did ?
She heard a faint sound from terrace — something falling from the terraace something heavy.
Her heart clenched with worry. She grabbed a large shawl from the cupboard and wrapped it tightly around her body over the towel. The shawl reached just below her knees, covering her completely, but she was still naked underneath. The thin material felt fragile against her skin.
She stepped out of the bedroom, her bare feet silent on the floor. The flat was quiet. Too quiet.
She walked towards the terrace, still wrapped only in the shawl. The early morning sunlight hit her as she stepped outside. The shawl fluttered slightly in the breeze, threatening to open. She clutched it tighter against her chest.
Ajay was standing near the edge of the terrace, talking on the phone. His back was to her.
“…yes sir, yesterday was successful,” he said in a low voice. “We got a lot of information. The access to onenote gave us passwords, schedules, and some internal files. Everything was fine sir , all went with the plan. Only the security officer check at then end was a small trouble.”
Meera froze behind him, hidden by the terrace door. Her eyes filled with fresh tears.
He was still working. Still using her. Even after everything he had confessed last night, his first thought this morning was updating Raghav. He is updating everything went according to plan. So the plan was to make me get humiliated she thought.
He finished the call and turned around. His eyes widened when he saw her standing there, wrapped only in the shawl, the morning sun glowing on her skin.
“Hey Meera… you woke up,” he said, trying to sound normal. “And ready already?”
Meera looked at him coldly. Without a word, she let the shawl drop to the floor and stepped outside to terrace.
She stood completely naked in front of him on the open terrace. The morning sunlight bathed her body — her full, round breasts with dark, stiff nipples, her smooth shaved pussy, her wide hips and thick thighs. A light breeze made her nipples harden even more.
Ajay’s eyes widened in shock.
“What are you doing?!” he hissed, rushing forward. He quickly picked up the shawl and wrapped it around her body again, pulling it tight to cover her.
Meera looked down. His cock was rock hard inside his pants, clearly visible.
She reached out and grabbed his erection firmly through the fabric.
“You were enjoying it,” she said coldly, her voice trembling with hurt. “Even now… seeing me naked on the open… you’re hard. You enjoy this, don’t you? Using me. Watching me get exposed. Reporting everything to office while I risk my dignity for you.”
Ajay’s face paled. He tried to speak, but no words came out.
Meera’s grip tightened on his cock for a moment before she let go.
“I thought you loved me,” she whispered, tears falling freely now. “But you only love your job.”. I followed you when you were in crisis.
She turned and walked back down the stairs, the shawl wrapped tightly around her naked body, leaving Ajay standing alone on the balcony, stunned and guilty. He didn't get any time to clarify anything from his side.
The morning sun continued to rise, but for Meera and Ajay, everything felt darker than ever.
“Meera, wait!” Ajay called after her, his voice desperate. “Please, I can explain!”
She didn’t stop. She descended the stairs quickly, the shawl fluttering slightly with her hurried steps, threatening to open. Ajay ran after her, still pulling on his shirt.
“Meera, listen to me! It’s not what you think!”
She reached their flat door and pushed it open. Chotu was standing there, holding the morning milk packet, waiting as usual.
“Didi… are you alright?” Chotu asked, concern written all over his face. He noticed her red eyes and the way she was clutching the shawl.
Meera looked at him, her voice cold but steady.
“How did you come inside the security officer station yesterday with a complaint?”
Chotu shifted uncomfortably. “Ajay sir called me… he asked me to check on you. I made up a story about my phone being stolen so I could go inside.”
Meera’s eyes hardened.
“Oh.Ajay Sir ? so you are also working with him ? what is he now a spy master ? When he called did you tell him I was naked?”
Chotu shook his head quickly. “No didi… I told him you were in a bra and thong. I didn’t say you were fully naked.”
Meera let out a bitter, broken laugh.
“Oh… that’s sad. You poor thing didnt get chance to see right”
Before Chotu could respond, Meera reached up, untied the shawl, and let it fall to the floor in one smooth motion.
She stood completely naked in front of him.
Her full, round breasts were bare, dark nipples stiff in the morning air. Her smooth, shaved pussy was fully exposed, the soft pink lips slightly glistening. Her thick thighs and round ass were on complete display.
Chotu’s eyes widened in shock. The milk packet nearly slipped from his hands.
Meera took the packet from him calmly, her voice emotionless.
“Go and tell your bhaiya… didi is full naked now.”
She turned and walked back into the flat, still completely naked, the milk packet in her hand.
Ajay reached the door just in time to see Chotu standing there, holding Meera’s shawl, staring inside with wide eyes like seen a ghost.
“What have you done?!” Ajay yelled at Chotu, his face twisted in anger and panic.
Chotu stammered, “I didn’t do anything, sir… I swear…”
Meera appeared at the main door again, still fully naked. She stood there without shame, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moved.
“No,” she said coldly to Ajay. “I gave the shawl to him.”
Ajay’s face went pale. He quickly pushed Chotu out and slammed the door shut, locking it before he can see inside the home and Meera naked. Ajay thought Chotu hasnot seen her naked.
The flat fell into heavy silence.
Meera stood naked in the middle of the living room, staring at her husband with empty eyes.
Ajay looked at her — at her exposed breasts, her bare pussy, her tear-streaked face — and for the first time, he saw the full cost of his mission.
“Meera…” he whispered, his voice breaking.
Meera stood completely naked in the middle of the living room, the morning light pouring through the windows and illuminating every inch of her body. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with each deep, angry breath. Her dark brown nipples were stiff, pointing outward like accusations. Her smooth, shaved pussy was fully exposed, the soft outer lips slightly puffy from last night’s activities and the emotional storm raging inside her. Her thick thighs were pressed together, but it did nothing to hide her vulnerability.
Ajay stood a few feet away, still fully clothed, his mouth open, searching for words.
“Meera… please, just listen to me. I can explain everything—”
She raised her hand sharply, cutting him off. Her voice was cold, steady, and filled with raw pain.
“I am standing full nude here in front of you,” she said, her tone flat but trembling with emotion. “And you are still shamelessly clothed. And yesterday night I spent naked in the station like this, infront of cell mates, officers. You still havenot asked how do I feel. How am I standing after all these. You are still standing there with an erection knowing your wife got humiliated yesterday may be thats what you desire secretly rite.”
Meera looked at his hardening cock with a bitter, broken smile.
“Even now… you get hard seeing me like this,” she whispered.
Ajay tried to speak again, his voice desperate.
“Meera, you don’t know how big the nexus Vikram is running. That’s why my department — the Financial Regulatory Authority (FRA) — decided to launch this secret operation. I had to—”
Meera cut him off again, her voice rising with hurt and anger.
“So you decided to send your wife to seduce them, right? You wanted the information to catch those criminals, right? That’s what you want? Fine. I will help you do that. I am your lovely wife. I can do that for you. You didn't care your wife may be paraded naked”
She turned away from him without waiting for a reply. Her round, soft ass swayed as she walked to the bedroom. Ajay stood frozen, his hard cock pointing uselessly in the air, guilt and shame written all over his face.
Meera quickly picked up a simple cream-colored frock she had bought some time ago. It was modest, knee-length, with short sleeves. She wore her bra and panties, and wore the frock over it.She walked back out, fully dressed now, but her eyes were cold and distant.
Ajay tried to stop her.
“Meera, please… don’t go like this. We need to talk, let me explain. I love you.”
“I have to go to the office. There’s work to do.”
She reached the office a little after 9:30 AM. The usual buzz was there, but the atmosphere felt lighter today. Navya greeted her with a warm hug.
“You came today? After everything that happened yesterday? ”
Meera gave a quizzical look to Navya, she replied you know the party. I heard you went to the farmhouse how was it? You enjoyed it ?
Meera replied with a just hmm..
Shankar was on leave that day, recovering from the stress of the previous events. When he heard from the receptionist that Meera had come to work, he was genuinely surprised. He had assumed she would take the day off after the humiliation she had endured. He messaged her that he would come to the office in the afternoon.
Meera had very little to do in the morning. She handled some routine files, replied to a few emails, and helped Navya with minor tasks. Her mind, however, was elsewhere — replaying last night’s conversation with Ajay, the betrayal, and her decision to keep moving forward.
Shankar arrived around 2:30 PM. He looked tired but composed. He called Meera into his cabin immediately.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently, closing the door behind her. “After yesterday… I was worried you might not come today.”
Meera nodded calmly. “I’m fine, sir. We have work to do.”
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