05-07-2026, 10:47 PM
Meera lay on the couch, still completely naked. She felt Shankar’s gaze burning into her skin. Her full breasts were exposed, nipples slightly hardened from the cool office air. Her legs were parted just enough that her smooth pussy was visible. She slowly adjusted her messy hair, tucking a strand behind her ear, and looked at him with tired, half-lidded eyes.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, her voice carrying a faint, flirtatious tone despite everything.
Shankar leaned back against his desk, a small smile playing on his lips.
“You’re not covering yourself anymore, my shy girl. That’s new.”
Meera gave a weak, bitter smile.
“The way I woke up… I think even my husband hasn’t seen me like this.”
There was a heavy silence. Shankar’s eyes roamed over her bare body once more, but before he could reply, his phone rang. He answered it quickly.
“Sunny is back with the car,” he told her after hanging up. “Let’s get you home.”
Meera stood up slowly. She picked up the short sundress he had brought and slipped it over her head. The thin fabric clung to her still-damp skin. It was short — barely covering her upper thighs — and her nipples were clearly visible through the material. She didn’t bother with anything underneath.
They went down together. The night air felt cold against her bare legs as she climbed into the Scorpio. The drive home was silent. Shankar occasionally glanced at her, but neither spoke much.
It was nearly 4 AM when the car stopped outside her building. Meera got down, the short sundress riding up dangerously as she slid out from the seat. She walked to her flat using the spare key hidden under the mat.
The house was quiet. She didn’t feel like going straight to the bedroom. She stood in the living room for a long time, thinking about Ajay. I need to apologize to him properly when he wakes up. I’ve been so wrong…
Her eyes fell on Gaurav’s (Navya’s) room. The door was slightly open. That always used to be clsoed she went and peeped inside the room was empty. She saw a kurta lying on the floor the ones which Gaurav used to wear. She felt a pang in her heart are they gay having sex. She doesnot have the courage to go and see that now. What if Ajay has become a truly gay I will lose him forever. May be I will stay with him as a second wife or whatever he wanted to call me. She was thinking wildly.
On the table near the Ajay's laptop was a file left open. She picked it up with trembling hands. It was a detailed report. The last page was addressed to Raghav.
“From what I have gathered from my new source, these people are far more dangerous than we initially thought. Meera is in deep trouble. This is not a mere financial syndicate. Their reach is much darker and wider. I wouldnot have sent her there if I had slightest of hint on how deep they were into.”
Meera’s knees buckled. She sat down heavily on the chair.
Tears filled her eyes as the full weight of the night crashed down on her. Navya was dead. Murdered. And she had been working for the same people who killed her. She looked down at her hands.
I have Navya’s blood on my hands…
Meera sat there in the short sundress, her body still bare underneath, feeling more naked and dirty than when she had walked through the office completely nude. The realization that she had been dancing with devils left her devastated.
Meera sat on the edge of the sofa, staring at her hands. They felt dirty. Stained. She could almost see Navya’s blood on them — invisible yet impossible to ignore.
With trembling fingers, she pulled the thin sundress over her head and threw it onto the floor. She didn’t want anything that belonged to them. Not Shankar’s gift, not their clothes, not their touch on her skin. She was left completely naked again, her full breasts hanging heavily, nipples still sensitive from the cold night air. Her smooth pussy was exposed, but she no longer cared about modesty.
She walked to the kitchen sink and turned on the tap. The water ran cold as she scrubbed her hands frantically — again and again — trying to wash away the guilt. Tears mixed with the water as it splashed over the counter. Her naked body shook with silent sobs. The sound of running water and her broken crying filled the quiet flat.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, her voice carrying a faint, flirtatious tone despite everything.
Shankar leaned back against his desk, a small smile playing on his lips.
“You’re not covering yourself anymore, my shy girl. That’s new.”
Meera gave a weak, bitter smile.
“The way I woke up… I think even my husband hasn’t seen me like this.”
There was a heavy silence. Shankar’s eyes roamed over her bare body once more, but before he could reply, his phone rang. He answered it quickly.
“Sunny is back with the car,” he told her after hanging up. “Let’s get you home.”
Meera stood up slowly. She picked up the short sundress he had brought and slipped it over her head. The thin fabric clung to her still-damp skin. It was short — barely covering her upper thighs — and her nipples were clearly visible through the material. She didn’t bother with anything underneath.
They went down together. The night air felt cold against her bare legs as she climbed into the Scorpio. The drive home was silent. Shankar occasionally glanced at her, but neither spoke much.
It was nearly 4 AM when the car stopped outside her building. Meera got down, the short sundress riding up dangerously as she slid out from the seat. She walked to her flat using the spare key hidden under the mat.
The house was quiet. She didn’t feel like going straight to the bedroom. She stood in the living room for a long time, thinking about Ajay. I need to apologize to him properly when he wakes up. I’ve been so wrong…
Her eyes fell on Gaurav’s (Navya’s) room. The door was slightly open. That always used to be clsoed she went and peeped inside the room was empty. She saw a kurta lying on the floor the ones which Gaurav used to wear. She felt a pang in her heart are they gay having sex. She doesnot have the courage to go and see that now. What if Ajay has become a truly gay I will lose him forever. May be I will stay with him as a second wife or whatever he wanted to call me. She was thinking wildly.
On the table near the Ajay's laptop was a file left open. She picked it up with trembling hands. It was a detailed report. The last page was addressed to Raghav.
“From what I have gathered from my new source, these people are far more dangerous than we initially thought. Meera is in deep trouble. This is not a mere financial syndicate. Their reach is much darker and wider. I wouldnot have sent her there if I had slightest of hint on how deep they were into.”
Meera’s knees buckled. She sat down heavily on the chair.
Tears filled her eyes as the full weight of the night crashed down on her. Navya was dead. Murdered. And she had been working for the same people who killed her. She looked down at her hands.
I have Navya’s blood on my hands…
Meera sat there in the short sundress, her body still bare underneath, feeling more naked and dirty than when she had walked through the office completely nude. The realization that she had been dancing with devils left her devastated.
Meera sat on the edge of the sofa, staring at her hands. They felt dirty. Stained. She could almost see Navya’s blood on them — invisible yet impossible to ignore.
With trembling fingers, she pulled the thin sundress over her head and threw it onto the floor. She didn’t want anything that belonged to them. Not Shankar’s gift, not their clothes, not their touch on her skin. She was left completely naked again, her full breasts hanging heavily, nipples still sensitive from the cold night air. Her smooth pussy was exposed, but she no longer cared about modesty.
She walked to the kitchen sink and turned on the tap. The water ran cold as she scrubbed her hands frantically — again and again — trying to wash away the guilt. Tears mixed with the water as it splashed over the counter. Her naked body shook with silent sobs. The sound of running water and her broken crying filled the quiet flat.
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