29-05-2026, 12:52 AM
Shankar studied her for a moment, impressed by her composure. They moved to the conference room to discuss the next steps for ANAAVARAN.Meera listened quietly, offering suggestions when needed. She was professional, focused, and calm — a far cry from the shy woman who had started here weeks ago. After discussion Shankar started
“We cannot keep him anymore,” Shankar said firmly. “His behaviour yesterday was unacceptable. He tried to sabotage us. I’m going to inform my brother Vikram.”
Meera listened to didn't answer anything properly, as Navya was also there in the meeting room.
After the meeting, Shankar returned to his cabin. Meera went back to her desk and Navya had gone out to attend a call.
She took out her phone and opened the messaging app she knew Ajay was monitoring through the spyware. She messaged Ajay, you there ? Desperate Ajay replied immediately yes I am here. Listen to me please.
Meera: Are you watching?
A few seconds later, Ajay replied.
Ajay: Yes.
He was about to type clarification , he saw what was happening on screen.
Meera looked directly at the camera she had noticed in the corner of the office ceiling the previous day. She gave a small, cold wave at it — directly to her husband. Hello, husband.
Then, without hesitation, she stood up, walked to a slightly secluded corner of the open office area where no one was currently looking, and lifted the hem of her cream frock.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white panty and slowly pulled it down her legs. She stepped out of it, holding the warm, slightly damp panty in her hand for a moment.
She stood up from her chair. The office was mostly empty in this section during lunch hour. She walked to a slightly secluded corner near the filing cabinets, where no one was currently working. Her heart was pounding, but her hands were steady.
She reached down and caught the hem of her frock. Slowly, sensually, she lifted it upward. The fabric slid up her smooth thighs, revealing the white panty underneath. She continued lifting until the frock was bunched around her waist.
With both hands, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white panty. She pulled it down slowly, inch by inch, bending slightly at the waist. The thin fabric slid over her hips, down her thighs, and pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of it gracefully, now completely bare from the waist down.
Her smooth, freshly shaved pussy was fully exposed — soft pink outer lips, slightly puffy from the emotional storm inside her. A tiny glint of wetness was visible at her slit. She stood there for a few long seconds, letting the camera capture everything.
Then she lifted the frock higher, bunching it just below her breasts, fully exposing her lower body to the camera. She turned slowly, showing her round, soft ass to the camera. The cheeks jiggled slightly with the movement. She bent forward a little, arching her back, giving Ajay a clear view of her pussy and ass from behind.
She held the pose for a few seconds, letting Ajay see everything.
Finally, she turned back to face the camera. She held the removed white panty in her hand, dangling it teasingly for a moment before placing it neatly on the edge of a nearby cabinet.
She looked straight into the camera again, her expression calm but icy.
Then she gave a small, cold wave.
Bye, Ajay
She lowered her frock back down, smoothed it over her hips, and walked toward Shankar’s cabin as if nothing had happened. Her bare pussy rubbed against the fabric of the frock with every step, sending small sparks of sensation through her body.
Ajay, sitting at home, stared at the screen with a mix of shock, guilt, and unwilling arousal. His wife — once so shy — was now deliberately exposing herself to him through the camera. He has no idea what is in her mind what is to follow.
Meera entered Shankar’s cabin after the morning meeting. Navya had been present earlier, but now they were alone. The door clicked shut behind her. Shankar was sitting at his desk, reviewing some documents . He looked up and smiled warmly.
"You came in today despite everything. I’m impressed.”
Meera sat down across from him, crossing her legs smoothly. Her emerald green kurti rode up slightly on her thighs. She looked calm, almost unnaturally composed.
“Shall we discuss the ANAAVARAN project, sir?” she asked directly, her voice steady. “We need to finalize the revised presentation deck and the investor follow-up schedule.”
Shankar raised an eyebrow, surprised. She was jumping straight into work, without any mention of yesterday’s chaos the strip search, the security officer station humiliation.They had a meeting just now and she wants to discuss more on it ?
He leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully.
“Meera… are you okay? After what happened yesterday?”
Meera tilted her head slightly, as if genuinely confused.
“What about yesterday, sir?” she asked innocently. “What happened yesterday?”
Shankar paused, then spoke gently.
“Whatever happened yesterday was wrong. You were almost naked in the security officer station. They made you strip down to your bra and panties in front of everyone.”
Meera’s lips curved into a small, detached smile.
“Oh… you mean I was roaming around the security officer station in my bra and panties?” She let out a soft, almost playful laugh. “You bought me those, right? So you deserved to see the dress on me. I think those guys in the station got lucky too. I think not everybody were saddened by that incident”
Shankar was taken aback by her casual tone. There was no shame, no tears — just a cool, almost teasing acceptance.
Meera continued, leaning forward slightly, her breasts pressing against the front of her frock.
“I don’t feel bad about it, sir. I think I have a great body. What do you think?” She gave a small, seductive tilt of her head. “You have a great body too. You were also standing there in just your underwear. I was a little scared about that lady officer, though. I thought she might strip my bra off as well. The hooks on that bra were so weak… not like our ANAAVARAN ones.”
"Like she said I was just a one hook away from being topless infront everyone" . She was saying thinking Ajay can hear what they are talking she want him to hear and feel the pain. "
Shankar swallowed visibly. He could see the change in her — the confidence, the subtle flirtation mixed with detachment. Yesterday’s events seemed to have unlocked something in her.
“Meera… you don’t have to act strong if you’re hurting,” he said carefully.
She smiled again, this time with a hint of playfulness.
“I’m not acting, sir. I’m just… accepting it. What’s done is done. Now, shall we focus on the project? Or do you want to talk more about how I looked in my bra and panties yesterday?”
She uncrossed her legs slowly, letting her thighs part just enough for a moment. Though Shankar couldn’t see under the desk, she knew the camera Ajay had access to might catch the movement. She was pantyless. Bare. Wet.
“Good that you were wearing a bra underneath,” he said, trying to regain control of the conversation.
Meera smiled sweetly.
“You may not have noticed well, but I had a panty on too. The tiny thong?”
Shankar swallowed visibly.
“You’re being very bold today,” he said, his voice slightly strained. He was thinking is she still under the influence of drug from Prem.
“I’m just being honest, sir. You saw me almost naked yesterday multiple times. You got very lucky yesterday, so does few others as well”
She smiled sweetly, but her eyes were dark with intent — aimed not just at Shankar, but at the man listening through the spyware.
“Shall we discuss the ANAAVARAN project, sir?” she asked again, her voice steady and professional, yet carrying a soft, velvety undertone. “We need to finalize the revised presentation deck, the hoardings, and the packaging covers. We had planned to use Riya initially, but knowing her closeness with Ajmal, I assume you don’t want to proceed with her images.”
“You’re right,” Shankar replied, his voice measured. “Riya is too close to Ajmal. She also may have been involved . We need to replace her, a cheat like her shouldnot be there.”
“I understand, sir. Trust is important.” She uncrossed and recrossed her legs slowly, the movement deliberate. She looked at the camera when she said that. The frock shifted higher on her thighs for a brief moment.
“You’ve become quite invested in the project,” he noted, his tone appreciative. “I like that.”
Meera leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressing against the front of her kurti, the outline of her hard nipples more noticeable now.
“I want to be useful, sir,” she said softly, her eyes meeting his.
Shankar paused for a second and said. You know rite it was me who suggested the thong to avoid the panty line. I think I shouldnot have made that suggestion to her.
Meera stood up gracefully. She turned slowly in front of him, giving him a full view of her body from every angle.
“Do you see a panty line now, sir?” she asked innocently, looking over her shoulder at him.
Shankar’s eyes darkened. His voice was slightly hoarse.
“So… you are still wearing the thong?”
Meera turned back to face him, her smile turning just a little mischievous.
“No.”
She let the single word hang in the air for a moment, then continued smoothly.
“I have a better solution.”
Shankar’s breath caught. He could feel himself growing hard under the desk.
Meera sat back down, crossing her legs again, the frock riding higher on her bare thighs.
“That’s good,” she said, her voice returning to professional. “Can that idea be used in our ANAAVARAN line?”
Shankar cleared his throat.
“No… it will break our company if we go that far. You don't want people using this solution.”. She said this while taking a glance at the camera, and gave a smile. Ajay was getting desperate in his flat.
“Yes,” he said finally. “We definitely need to change the branding direction." Shankar looked at her for a moment, impressed by how quickly she had adapted and taken initiative. He picked up his phone and made the call, scheduling an urgent meeting with the creative agency. They left off for the agency.
Meera reached home later than usual, around 8:45 PM. She looked tired but composed. Ajay was waiting for her in the living room.
She set her bag down and gave him a small, weary smile. Ajay wanted to speak with her.
“I’m very tired today,” she said softly. “Shankar sir has granted me a week’s holiday after all the hectic work we did for the ANAAVARAN presentation. I think I need it.”
Ajay nodded, studying her face carefully. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the lingering emotional weight from everything that had happened.
“Okay,” he replied gently. “Take the time you need. Rest. We can talk later”
They didn’t talk much about what had happened the previous day. Ajay gave her space, sensing she needed time to process everything — the betrayal, the exposures, the humiliation. He didn’t push. He simply made dinner for both of them and let her eat in relative silence.
The next two days passed in a strange, quiet rhythm.
Meera stayed mostly at home, resting, doing light household chores, and occasionally messaging Navya about office updates. She avoided any conversations with Ajay. He respected her silence, giving her the time she needed. He made him look busy with some house work and didn't use his laptop are monitored anything infront of Meera.
But the tension between them was palpable. The unspoken truths hung in the air like a heavy cloud. Meera would catch Ajay looking at her sometimes with guilt in his eyes. She would look away, still hurting, still processing.
On the third day of her holiday, Meera stood on the balcony in the evening, wearing one of Ajay’s loose T-shirts and a skirt. The breeze played with her hair as she stared at the city lights. Ajay left for office as he cannot close the shop for ever as that is his new identity.
“We cannot keep him anymore,” Shankar said firmly. “His behaviour yesterday was unacceptable. He tried to sabotage us. I’m going to inform my brother Vikram.”
Meera listened to didn't answer anything properly, as Navya was also there in the meeting room.
After the meeting, Shankar returned to his cabin. Meera went back to her desk and Navya had gone out to attend a call.
She took out her phone and opened the messaging app she knew Ajay was monitoring through the spyware. She messaged Ajay, you there ? Desperate Ajay replied immediately yes I am here. Listen to me please.
Meera: Are you watching?
A few seconds later, Ajay replied.
Ajay: Yes.
He was about to type clarification , he saw what was happening on screen.
Meera looked directly at the camera she had noticed in the corner of the office ceiling the previous day. She gave a small, cold wave at it — directly to her husband. Hello, husband.
Then, without hesitation, she stood up, walked to a slightly secluded corner of the open office area where no one was currently looking, and lifted the hem of her cream frock.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white panty and slowly pulled it down her legs. She stepped out of it, holding the warm, slightly damp panty in her hand for a moment.
She stood up from her chair. The office was mostly empty in this section during lunch hour. She walked to a slightly secluded corner near the filing cabinets, where no one was currently working. Her heart was pounding, but her hands were steady.
She reached down and caught the hem of her frock. Slowly, sensually, she lifted it upward. The fabric slid up her smooth thighs, revealing the white panty underneath. She continued lifting until the frock was bunched around her waist.
With both hands, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white panty. She pulled it down slowly, inch by inch, bending slightly at the waist. The thin fabric slid over her hips, down her thighs, and pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of it gracefully, now completely bare from the waist down.
Her smooth, freshly shaved pussy was fully exposed — soft pink outer lips, slightly puffy from the emotional storm inside her. A tiny glint of wetness was visible at her slit. She stood there for a few long seconds, letting the camera capture everything.
Then she lifted the frock higher, bunching it just below her breasts, fully exposing her lower body to the camera. She turned slowly, showing her round, soft ass to the camera. The cheeks jiggled slightly with the movement. She bent forward a little, arching her back, giving Ajay a clear view of her pussy and ass from behind.
She held the pose for a few seconds, letting Ajay see everything.
Finally, she turned back to face the camera. She held the removed white panty in her hand, dangling it teasingly for a moment before placing it neatly on the edge of a nearby cabinet.
She looked straight into the camera again, her expression calm but icy.
Then she gave a small, cold wave.
Bye, Ajay
She lowered her frock back down, smoothed it over her hips, and walked toward Shankar’s cabin as if nothing had happened. Her bare pussy rubbed against the fabric of the frock with every step, sending small sparks of sensation through her body.
Ajay, sitting at home, stared at the screen with a mix of shock, guilt, and unwilling arousal. His wife — once so shy — was now deliberately exposing herself to him through the camera. He has no idea what is in her mind what is to follow.
Meera entered Shankar’s cabin after the morning meeting. Navya had been present earlier, but now they were alone. The door clicked shut behind her. Shankar was sitting at his desk, reviewing some documents . He looked up and smiled warmly.
"You came in today despite everything. I’m impressed.”
Meera sat down across from him, crossing her legs smoothly. Her emerald green kurti rode up slightly on her thighs. She looked calm, almost unnaturally composed.
“Shall we discuss the ANAAVARAN project, sir?” she asked directly, her voice steady. “We need to finalize the revised presentation deck and the investor follow-up schedule.”
Shankar raised an eyebrow, surprised. She was jumping straight into work, without any mention of yesterday’s chaos the strip search, the security officer station humiliation.They had a meeting just now and she wants to discuss more on it ?
He leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully.
“Meera… are you okay? After what happened yesterday?”
Meera tilted her head slightly, as if genuinely confused.
“What about yesterday, sir?” she asked innocently. “What happened yesterday?”
Shankar paused, then spoke gently.
“Whatever happened yesterday was wrong. You were almost naked in the security officer station. They made you strip down to your bra and panties in front of everyone.”
Meera’s lips curved into a small, detached smile.
“Oh… you mean I was roaming around the security officer station in my bra and panties?” She let out a soft, almost playful laugh. “You bought me those, right? So you deserved to see the dress on me. I think those guys in the station got lucky too. I think not everybody were saddened by that incident”
Shankar was taken aback by her casual tone. There was no shame, no tears — just a cool, almost teasing acceptance.
Meera continued, leaning forward slightly, her breasts pressing against the front of her frock.
“I don’t feel bad about it, sir. I think I have a great body. What do you think?” She gave a small, seductive tilt of her head. “You have a great body too. You were also standing there in just your underwear. I was a little scared about that lady officer, though. I thought she might strip my bra off as well. The hooks on that bra were so weak… not like our ANAAVARAN ones.”
"Like she said I was just a one hook away from being topless infront everyone" . She was saying thinking Ajay can hear what they are talking she want him to hear and feel the pain. "
Shankar swallowed visibly. He could see the change in her — the confidence, the subtle flirtation mixed with detachment. Yesterday’s events seemed to have unlocked something in her.
“Meera… you don’t have to act strong if you’re hurting,” he said carefully.
She smiled again, this time with a hint of playfulness.
“I’m not acting, sir. I’m just… accepting it. What’s done is done. Now, shall we focus on the project? Or do you want to talk more about how I looked in my bra and panties yesterday?”
She uncrossed her legs slowly, letting her thighs part just enough for a moment. Though Shankar couldn’t see under the desk, she knew the camera Ajay had access to might catch the movement. She was pantyless. Bare. Wet.
“Good that you were wearing a bra underneath,” he said, trying to regain control of the conversation.
Meera smiled sweetly.
“You may not have noticed well, but I had a panty on too. The tiny thong?”
Shankar swallowed visibly.
“You’re being very bold today,” he said, his voice slightly strained. He was thinking is she still under the influence of drug from Prem.
“I’m just being honest, sir. You saw me almost naked yesterday multiple times. You got very lucky yesterday, so does few others as well”
She smiled sweetly, but her eyes were dark with intent — aimed not just at Shankar, but at the man listening through the spyware.
“Shall we discuss the ANAAVARAN project, sir?” she asked again, her voice steady and professional, yet carrying a soft, velvety undertone. “We need to finalize the revised presentation deck, the hoardings, and the packaging covers. We had planned to use Riya initially, but knowing her closeness with Ajmal, I assume you don’t want to proceed with her images.”
“You’re right,” Shankar replied, his voice measured. “Riya is too close to Ajmal. She also may have been involved . We need to replace her, a cheat like her shouldnot be there.”
“I understand, sir. Trust is important.” She uncrossed and recrossed her legs slowly, the movement deliberate. She looked at the camera when she said that. The frock shifted higher on her thighs for a brief moment.
“You’ve become quite invested in the project,” he noted, his tone appreciative. “I like that.”
Meera leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressing against the front of her kurti, the outline of her hard nipples more noticeable now.
“I want to be useful, sir,” she said softly, her eyes meeting his.
Shankar paused for a second and said. You know rite it was me who suggested the thong to avoid the panty line. I think I shouldnot have made that suggestion to her.
Meera stood up gracefully. She turned slowly in front of him, giving him a full view of her body from every angle.
“Do you see a panty line now, sir?” she asked innocently, looking over her shoulder at him.
Shankar’s eyes darkened. His voice was slightly hoarse.
“So… you are still wearing the thong?”
Meera turned back to face him, her smile turning just a little mischievous.
“No.”
She let the single word hang in the air for a moment, then continued smoothly.
“I have a better solution.”
Shankar’s breath caught. He could feel himself growing hard under the desk.
Meera sat back down, crossing her legs again, the frock riding higher on her bare thighs.
“That’s good,” she said, her voice returning to professional. “Can that idea be used in our ANAAVARAN line?”
Shankar cleared his throat.
“No… it will break our company if we go that far. You don't want people using this solution.”. She said this while taking a glance at the camera, and gave a smile. Ajay was getting desperate in his flat.
“Yes,” he said finally. “We definitely need to change the branding direction." Shankar looked at her for a moment, impressed by how quickly she had adapted and taken initiative. He picked up his phone and made the call, scheduling an urgent meeting with the creative agency. They left off for the agency.
Meera reached home later than usual, around 8:45 PM. She looked tired but composed. Ajay was waiting for her in the living room.
She set her bag down and gave him a small, weary smile. Ajay wanted to speak with her.
“I’m very tired today,” she said softly. “Shankar sir has granted me a week’s holiday after all the hectic work we did for the ANAAVARAN presentation. I think I need it.”
Ajay nodded, studying her face carefully. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the lingering emotional weight from everything that had happened.
“Okay,” he replied gently. “Take the time you need. Rest. We can talk later”
They didn’t talk much about what had happened the previous day. Ajay gave her space, sensing she needed time to process everything — the betrayal, the exposures, the humiliation. He didn’t push. He simply made dinner for both of them and let her eat in relative silence.
The next two days passed in a strange, quiet rhythm.
Meera stayed mostly at home, resting, doing light household chores, and occasionally messaging Navya about office updates. She avoided any conversations with Ajay. He respected her silence, giving her the time she needed. He made him look busy with some house work and didn't use his laptop are monitored anything infront of Meera.
But the tension between them was palpable. The unspoken truths hung in the air like a heavy cloud. Meera would catch Ajay looking at her sometimes with guilt in his eyes. She would look away, still hurting, still processing.
On the third day of her holiday, Meera stood on the balcony in the evening, wearing one of Ajay’s loose T-shirts and a skirt. The breeze played with her hair as she stared at the city lights. Ajay left for office as he cannot close the shop for ever as that is his new identity.
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