Misc. Erotica Respect and Revenge

[Deepak.kapoor]

Sartaj Singh's Convoy

Outside the house, Sartaj's black official SUV stood in all its imposing dominance. The flash of the blue beacon light and two security vehicles deployed nearby—a white Innova ahead and another behind—rendered the atmosphere even more intense. Sartaj, clad in his IPS uniform, looked like forged steel. Standing 6'2" tall, the glittering stars on his shoulders and his navy blue turban imparted an unmistakable, commanding aura to his presence.

Meera was dressed in a soft pink saree, its pallu pinned neatly over her shoulder. She had dropped Jyoti off with the neighboring aunt and stepped outside.

As they approached the vehicle, the official driver swiftly opened the rear door for Sartaj. Sher, who had been lying in wait for this exact moment, rushed around to the other side so he could open the door for Meera. He was desperately searching for any opportunity to feast his eyes on Meera's body up close.

Sher: (Bowing down, with a display of humility) "Please come, Madam Ji..."

As Meera stepped onto the raised footboard of the SUV to climb inside, a portion of her saree hitched to one side. Sher's eyes widened in shock; he received a 'bonus' he hadn't even anticipated. As she climbed, the swell of her breasts peeking from inside her blouse came into clear view—a sight potent enough to intoxicate any man. Electricity flashed through Sher's mind—these were the very breasts he had watched this morning through the bathroom peephole in all their naked glory.

His gaze didn't stop there; as Meera bent forward to settle into the seat, the rounded swell of her ass peeking from behind her saree fell directly into Sher's line of sight. Sher's throat went bone-dry, and a violent shiver coursed through his body.

Driver: (Starting the engine) "Sir, shall we move?"

Sartaj: "Yes, let's go."

The convoy pulled out. The lead security car took the front, Sartaj's SUV stayed in the middle, and the rear car provided cover. The road had light traffic, but the convoy moved rapidly. Sartaj was talking to Meera.

Meera looked at Sartaj, mesmerized by his commanding, masculine personality, and spoke softly.

Meera: (Smiling) "You look so handsome in uniform, Sartaj."

A playful smile crossed Sartaj's face. He replied in his deep, heavy voice:

Sartaj: "And you look no less than a celestial apsara in this pink saree."

As he spoke, Sartaj's hand slowly slid downward, coming to rest directly beneath the saree's dbang onto the velvety skin of Meera's bare waist. The intense warmth of that touch sent a jolt of electricity through Meera's body. Sartaj leaned closer, whispering near her ear with his warm breath, "I'm counting down the hours until tonight..."

The atmosphere inside the car suddenly grew charged with raw sensuality. Sher, sitting upfront beside the driver, kept his eyes glued to the rearview mirror. Breathing became difficult for him as he clearly watched every movement unfolding in the backseat.

Just then, Sartaj's hand slid further up under the saree, firmly taking hold of Meera's heavy breast in his grip. Startled by this sudden erotic assault, Meera gasped. She instantly pushed Sartaj's hand back, glancing nervously toward the driver and Sher.

Meera: (In a hushed, breathy voice) "Sartaj... please. Not here. Someone will see."

Sher watched the entire scene in the mirror, and inside his pants, his dick went rock-hard, throbbing with tension. He felt a frantic restlessness building between his thighs. Taking a heavy, ragged breath, a glint of pure lust shone in his eyes.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Damn... wish those hands squeezing those breasts weren't Saab's, but mine. It would feel so fucking good to knead them.'

The car sped down the road, but Sher's mind remained hopelessly trapped on that touch and those breasts he had just witnessed in the mirror.

Sartaj: (Placing his hand softly over Meera's belly) "How is the baby feeling today? Any discomfort?"

Meera: (Placing her hand over Sartaj's) "No... feeling good today. There's a subtle fluttering. Seems like the little one gets happy hearing your voice."

Sartaj: (Smiling) "Is that so? Then listen closely, little one... Papa loves your Mommy very much."

Sher: (Whispering to the driver so the backseat wouldn't hear) "Brother, how much further is Chandan Bhai's house?"

Driver: (Looking ahead) "Just 20 to 25 minutes. It's the Sir's convoy, so the traffic clears up."

The vehicle kept moving. The lead security car blared its siren, clearing the traffic to the side. Sartaj chatted with Meera—about Chandan's health, old memories, and names for the upcoming baby. Meera felt blissful, resting her head in Sartaj's lap.

Meera: (To Sartaj) "You will give Chandan the money, right? He'll never ask for it himself, but he really needs the help."

Sartaj: (Solemnly) "Yes, I've kept the money ready."

The convoy entered Chandan's neighborhood. The street was narrow, but the lead security car had already cleared the path. People stood outside their houses, staring—an IPS officer's convoy had arrived. The official SUV slowly came to a stop. The lead car had already parked, and the rear car pulled up right behind. Two security guards stepped out, sweeping their eyes across the surroundings.

The moment the SUV stopped in front of Chandan's house, the driver and Sher sprang out. The driver moved swiftly around to open the door for Sartaj, while Sher practically sprinted to Meera's side. His entire focus was fixed on catching a glimpse of Meera's body as she stepped out.

As Meera extended her leg out the door, her saree hitched upward, granting Sher a fleeting view of her fair, smooth legs. But right then, something unexpected happened.

Stepping down, the heel of Meera's sandal caught in the frame of the SUV's footboard. Meera lost her balance and was about to pitch face-forward onto the ground.

Sher: (Panicked yet lightning-fast) "Careful, Madam Ji!"

Sher lunged forward, spreading his arms to catch Meera, but in the chaos, one of his hands slammed directly onto her bare, soft waist. The sudden jolt of the fall had also caused the pallu of her saree to slip off her shoulders, allowing Sher's fingers to feel the deep, velvety warmth of her skin. To stabilize her completely and prevent her from falling, Sher extended his other hand and pressed it firmly against the smooth skin of her bare stomach. Now both of his large, rough hands were wrapping tightly around that exceptionally delicate part of her body. Their bodies were pressed so close that the rise and fall of their breath was distinctly felt.

That contact sent a surge of wicked agitation through Sher's palms. The silky feel of Meera's skin provoked his darkest instincts. A violent shiver ran through his fingers, tempting him to slowly drag his hands upward and grab hold of those heavy swells that were now exposed due to the slipped pallu.

Sartaj, who had stepped out from the other side, saw this happen and rushed toward Meera at lightning speed, panic written all over his face. In the blink of an eye, he pulled Meera out of Sher's grip, shielding her inside his powerful embrace.

Sartaj: (Overwhelmed with worry) "Meera! Are you alright? Did you get hurt? My heart almost stopped!"

Meera took a deep breath. To her, Sher's touch was nothing more than an 'accident'—like grabbing onto a pillar or wall while falling. She felt no thrill from that contact, nor did her body react to it. Her entire awareness and feelings were wrapped safely inside the warmth of Sartaj's arms. She quickly adjusted her fallen pallu, dbanging it back over her chest.

Meera: (Panting) "Yes... I'm fine. I think the heel of my sandal got stuck in the door frame. Thank God Sher reacted in time, or I would have fallen flat on my face."

Sartaj let out a breath of relief and looked at Sher, who was still standing in the same stance, as though the warmth of Meera's skin was still clinging to his hands.

Sartaj: "Well done, Sher! You averted a major disaster today. Thank you so much."

Meera: (Smiling) "Thank you, Sher."

Sher: (Feigning humility) "Oh no, Sir, it was just my duty. Come, let's take the bags inside."

Sher merely bowed his head and picked up the luggage, but inside, he was transported to another realm. The fingers that had just squeezed Meera's smooth, bare waist were still tingling with an intense shockwave of electricity. He kept 'rewinding' those few seconds in his head again and again. The same visual played on loop—Meera's pallu slipping, her fair stomach exposed, and his own rough palms gripping her bare flesh tightly.

Sher clenched his fists hard, as if attempting to lock that touch inside his palms forever. He remembered how scorching hot Meera's body felt and how velvety her skin was. A dark ache flared up within him—if only Sartaj had been two seconds late. If only he could have slid his fingers just a little higher. The desperation to touch those exposed, voluptuous contours had now mutated into an insatiable thirst.

A sinister gleam lit up his face—he had achieved it today: direct, physical contact with Meera.

Sartaj: (Nodding) "Yes, Sher, let's go."

The three of them walked toward Chandan's small house. The door was open. Chandan was lying on the bed inside, looking frail yet smiling. His wife stood near the doorway.

Chandan: (Trying to sit up, surprised) "Sartaj Sir? Meera Bhabhi? And Sher too? Wow... such a big convoy for me?"

Sartaj: (Stepping inside, placing a hand on Chandan's shoulder) "Hey Chandan, don't try to get up. We just came to check on you. What did the doctor say? Are you taking your medicines?"

Chandan: (With a weak smile) "Sir... you came, that's more than enough. Yes, medicines are ongoing. Feeling a bit better. But you... with all this security?"

Sartaj: (Laughing) "Force of habit, brother. Pressure of the job. But today I'm just visiting a friend's house."

Meera: (Sitting beside Chandan, affectionately) "Chandan Ji, please get well soon. There are so many responsibilities at home. Sher is managing everything well, but we need you back."

Chandan: (Looking at Meera, his eyes brimming with tears) "Meera Bhabhi... your blessings are with me. And Sher... you took my place. Thank you, brother."

Sartaj: "By the way, Chandan, this brother of yours, Sher, is remarkably quick on his feet. If it weren't for him today, a major calamity would have happened. Meera lost her balance while stepping out of the car; thank goodness Sher was there to catch her just in time."

Meera: (Smiling, adding to the conversation) "Yes, Chandan Ji, Sartaj is right. My sandal's heel got caught, and I was about to fall. Thank you, Sher, you saved me from a terrible injury today."

Chandan looked at Sher with immense pride and gratitude.

Chandan: "Meera Bhabhi... it's all your blessings. And Sher... you've really made me proud today. By acting like a real brother, you took my place. Thank you, brother."

Sher bowed his head with the utmost humility, acting like a faithful servant. But inside him, a filthy tide of lust was surging. Chandan's words sounded empty to him.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Place? What place are you talking about, Chandan... the place I want to make is inside Meera's tight pussy, taking Sartaj's place! I don't give a damn about your brotherhood, I just want to taste that silky body I felt in my arms a few moments ago.'

Sher's fingers were still alive with the lingering sensation of Meera's bare, soft stomach, and his mind was desperate to relive that touch.

Sher: (Bowing his head, humbly) "Chandan Bhai... don't you worry about a thing. I am handling everything. You just focus on recovering."

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Arre Chandan... you just stay bedridden for a few more days. Over there, I am handling Meera and her breathtaking body completely... and believe me, handling it exceedingly well.'

Sartaj: (Handing an envelope to Chandan) "Here, Chandan... this is for your medicines and household expenses."

Chandan's eyes filled with tears as he looked at the envelope with trembling hands. He couldn't find the words to express his gratitude.

Chandan: (Voice choked with emotion) "Sir... this... how can I... accept such a big favor..."

Sartaj immediately placed his hand on Chandan's shoulder, smiling warmly.

Sartaj: "Enough, Chandan, don't say another word. I have always considered you a part of my family, just like a family member. And you don't say 'no' to family. Keep it."

Meera: (Talking to Chandan's wife) "Bhabhi Ji, please don't worry. We are all here with you."

Just then, Meera noticed that the heel of her sandal was still wobbly. She leaned sideways to inspect it. Sher instantly crouched down on the floor right near Meera's feet.

Sher: "Madam Ji, looks like getting stuck in the door frame bent the heel. If you permit, let me check it?"

He boldly took Meera's delicate foot into his hands. His fingers stroked Meera's velvety ankles while his eyes locked onto her fair calves peeking from beneath her saree. On the pretense of fixing the sandal, he lightly rubbed his palm against the sole of Meera's foot, sending a shudder through her body.

Sher: (In a low voice) "There you go, Madam Ji... now you can walk without any worry."

They conversed for a little while longer—sharing old memories and laughter. Sher stood quietly, but his eyes remained glued to Meera—her saree's pallu had slipped slightly, and Meera adjusted it back into place.

Sartaj: (Glancing at his watch) "Alright, Chandan, we need to head out now. I'm going to the office. Meera and Sher will return home. You take rest and get well soon."

Chandan: (With folded hands) "Sir... thank you. Meera Bhabhi... thank you as well. Sher... take care of everything."

Sher: (Smiling) "Yes, brother... don't worry."

The moment they stepped out of Chandan's house, Sartaj's security detail snapped back into action. The black SUV and the guards in the rear Innova stood alert. Sartaj held Meera's hand tightly, with Sher trailing right behind them.

Sartaj: (Looking into Meera's eyes) "You return home with Sher now. I have some urgent files to review, so I'll head straight home from the office."

Meera: (Smiling, stepping closer to Sartaj, pressing a sweet kiss against his cheek) "Alright. Take care of yourself and come home quickly... I'll be waiting."

Sartaj: (Kissing her forehead) "Yes, my love."

Reaching the car, Sartaj personally stepped forward to open the rear door for Meera. Sher, who was standing nearby waiting to catch that specific 'angle' as she climbed back in, was thwarted this time. Sartaj's broad, 6'2" frame stood like a solid wall between Sher and Meera.

Sher tried peeking from a side angle, but Sartaj's broad, uniformed shoulders completely blocked his view. He got no view of a slipping saree nor any peek at Meera's skin. Sartaj gracefully seated Meera inside and shut the door firmly himself.

Sher cursed inwardly, 'Damn it... Saab ruined the whole show.'

Sartaj didn't get into his primary SUV; he gestured to the driver and got into the lead security Innova so he could head directly to the office. Now, only Meera, Sher, and the driver remained in the large official SUV.

Meera sat alone in the back seat, while Sher took the front passenger seat next to the driver.

Sher: (Softly to the driver) "Brother, shall we head home?"

Driver: "Yes..."

The car sped down the road. The rear security vehicle was still following them, though the lead escort had split off. Meera sat quietly in the back seat looking out the window, while Sher's entire focus was locked onto the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, he could clearly see the soft pink pallu of Meera's saree and the intoxicating curve of her waist. Sher's hand was still tingling from the sensation of touching Meera's bare stomach earlier. He recalled how silky and velvety her skin felt, wishing that moment had never ended.

His dark lust was boiling over once again, but then he remembered Sartaj's booming voice and menacing face—"I am a Sikh!" Terrified, Sher lowered his eyes for a split second, though his toxic mind refused to quiet down.

Meera: (Casually) "Sher, seeing Chandan Ji today felt like he has recovered quite a bit. Hopefully, he'll return to work soon."

Sher looked back into Meera's eyes through the mirror. There was sweetness in his voice, but pure poison in his mind.

Sher: "Yes, Madam Ji... very soon. Chandan Bhai's return will bring back the life of the house."

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Damn it, that's bad news for me. I have to make my move aggressively before he comes back. Before he returns and gets in my way, I need to taste Memsaab's body... indulge in the pleasure of this silky flesh.'

As the car accelerated, Sher's boldness grew. He turned around slowly to look at Meera. His eyes slid down from Meera's face, locking onto those heavy breasts bound tightly in her blouse—the ones he had seen completely bare just this morning.

Sher: "Meera Madam... if you don't mind, may I ask you something?"

Meera turned her eyes from the window toward Sher, "What is it, Sher? Ask."

Sher: (Scanning Meera's body with his eyes) "Madam Ji... do you know if the upcoming baby is a boy or a girl?"

Meera: "No, Sher, it doesn't matter to us either way. The baby just needs to be healthy."

Meera smiled, placing her hand softly over her belly—the exact same spot Sher had squeezed with his firm fingers earlier. She was unconsciously stroking her bare waist, as if trying to feel the pulse and movement of the life growing inside her womb. She had no inkling that this maternal gesture was like pouring fuel onto Sher's raging fire.

Sher's eyes locked onto that exposed midriff like a hungry wolf. With the pallu shifted aside, Meera's fair, smooth stomach was laid bare before him. As Meera's fingers slowly caressed her velvety skin, Sher felt as though those fingers belonged to him instead of her. To him, this was nothing short of a 'bonus'—staring unimpeded at the very view whose touch was still burning inside his palms.

Sher: (Taking a deep, heavy breath) "Honestly, Madam... looking at you, no one could tell you're three months pregnant. You still look just as young and gorgeous."

Meera blushed, "Oh, come on, Sher... you say anything."

Meera suddenly realized that during the conversation, her pallu had slipped significantly, leaving her waist exposed. Feeling slightly self-conscious, she quickly reached out and adjusted the saree's pallu with a shy rustle. She pulled the pallu across, covering her body completely and restoring her modesty.

Upon arriving home, Sher quickly stepped out and opened the door for Meera. This time, he didn't want to miss any chance. As Meera began to step down, Sher put on an act of extreme gallantry and extended his hand toward her.

Sher: "Madam Ji, please hold my hand. You almost fell earlier, we can't take any more risks. Your safety and the safety of the little master (the baby) come first for us."

Meera accepted his gesture, holding Sher's hand as she stepped out of the vehicle. As her foot hit the running board, her saree hitched up quite high, giving Sher a complete view of her fair, shapely legs. Sher's breathing grew heavy.

Stepping down, Meera leaned forward slightly, causing her saree's pallu to hang loose to one side. Right before Sher's eyes was a side view of Meera's heavy breasts, bound tightly in her blouse and showing off their full roundness. And right below them was her bare stomach and deep navel, which Sher had felt just a short while ago. In the bright sunlight, Meera's skin glowed even more radiantly.

Sher felt an overwhelming urge not to let go of her hand, but he had to maintain his self-control.

Meera: "Thank you, Sher. You really take great care of us."

Sher: (In a subdued voice, keeping his eyes lowered) "Yes, Memsaab..."

Meera smiled and walked inside to the clicking sound of her sandals. Sher stood there watching her from behind—the sway of her waist and the movement of her ass rising beneath the saree. Sartaj's uniform, his revolver, and his booming voice flashed through Sher's mind for a brief second, but the sight of Meera's body completely overpowered that fear.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Sartaj Saab... you keep protecting Meera all you want. But she is already trapped in my eyes. Now I just need an opportunity... one single, uninterrupted moment.'