05-06-2026, 11:37 PM
The calling bell rang urgently.
She hurried to the door and opened it, it is Chotu I know what he wants. Instead, Shankar’s driver stood there, looking nervous and impatient.
“Madam, sir asked you to come immediately. He is waiting in the car downstairs. It seems very urgent.”
Meera frowned.
“Why didn’t he call me?”
She picked up her phone from the table and saw 13 missed calls from Shankar. Her phone had been on silent mode while she slept.
She quickly tried calling him back, but his line was busy.
The driver shifted anxiously.
“Madam, please come fast. Sir is in a very bad mood. Don’t put my job in danger.”
Meera nodded, locked the door quickly, and followed him downstairs. A few neighbors glanced curiously at the luxury car parked in their modest area.
Shankar was sitting in the back seat, his face tense and angry. The moment she got in and closed the door, he turned to her sharply.
“Why haven’t you picked up my calls?” he demanded, his voice raised.
Meera shrank back slightly.
“I’m sorry, sir. My phone was on silent. I was sleeping and didn’t hear it.”
Shankar exhaled sharply, clearly frustrated. People on the street were starting to notice the raised voices coming from the expensive car.
“Get in properly,” he said, motioning for her to sit beside him.
Meera slid into the seat. The driver started the car immediately and drove off.
Shankar continued scolding her, though his tone softened slightly.
“I called you for an emergency and you weren’t picking up. This is important.”
Meera kept her head lowered.
“I’m really sorry, sir. What happened?”
Shankar took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
“My brother wants to meet us. Right now. He has some urgent matter to discuss about the business. He sounded serious.”
Meera nodded quietly, her mind racing. Vikram — the big boss.
The car sped through the streets toward the farmhouse.
Shankar looked at her for a long moment, his anger fading into something more thoughtful.
“You’ve been through a lot these past few days,” he said, his voice lower. “But you’ve handled everything remarkably well. I appreciate your support, Meera.”
Meera sat quietly in the back seat of Shankar’s luxury car, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The vehicle had already merged onto the highway, moving faster than she expected. She had assumed they were simply leaving her neighborhood to avoid prying eyes from neighbors, but the car was now heading out of the city limits, the familiar buildings giving way to open stretches of road.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath her modest t-shirt and skirt — no bra, no panty. The soft fabric of the t-shirt brushed against her bare nipples with every small movement of the car, keeping them stiff and sensitive. The skirt rode up her thighs slightly, and the cool leather seat pressed directly against her smooth, bare pussy. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and increasingly anxious about where they were going.
She hurried to the door and opened it, it is Chotu I know what he wants. Instead, Shankar’s driver stood there, looking nervous and impatient.
“Madam, sir asked you to come immediately. He is waiting in the car downstairs. It seems very urgent.”
Meera frowned.
“Why didn’t he call me?”
She picked up her phone from the table and saw 13 missed calls from Shankar. Her phone had been on silent mode while she slept.
She quickly tried calling him back, but his line was busy.
The driver shifted anxiously.
“Madam, please come fast. Sir is in a very bad mood. Don’t put my job in danger.”
Meera nodded, locked the door quickly, and followed him downstairs. A few neighbors glanced curiously at the luxury car parked in their modest area.
Shankar was sitting in the back seat, his face tense and angry. The moment she got in and closed the door, he turned to her sharply.
“Why haven’t you picked up my calls?” he demanded, his voice raised.
Meera shrank back slightly.
“I’m sorry, sir. My phone was on silent. I was sleeping and didn’t hear it.”
Shankar exhaled sharply, clearly frustrated. People on the street were starting to notice the raised voices coming from the expensive car.
“Get in properly,” he said, motioning for her to sit beside him.
Meera slid into the seat. The driver started the car immediately and drove off.
Shankar continued scolding her, though his tone softened slightly.
“I called you for an emergency and you weren’t picking up. This is important.”
Meera kept her head lowered.
“I’m really sorry, sir. What happened?”
Shankar took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
“My brother wants to meet us. Right now. He has some urgent matter to discuss about the business. He sounded serious.”
Meera nodded quietly, her mind racing. Vikram — the big boss.
The car sped through the streets toward the farmhouse.
Shankar looked at her for a long moment, his anger fading into something more thoughtful.
“You’ve been through a lot these past few days,” he said, his voice lower. “But you’ve handled everything remarkably well. I appreciate your support, Meera.”
Meera sat quietly in the back seat of Shankar’s luxury car, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The vehicle had already merged onto the highway, moving faster than she expected. She had assumed they were simply leaving her neighborhood to avoid prying eyes from neighbors, but the car was now heading out of the city limits, the familiar buildings giving way to open stretches of road.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath her modest t-shirt and skirt — no bra, no panty. The soft fabric of the t-shirt brushed against her bare nipples with every small movement of the car, keeping them stiff and sensitive. The skirt rode up her thighs slightly, and the cool leather seat pressed directly against her smooth, bare pussy. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and increasingly anxious about where they were going.
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