26-08-2026, 10:44 AM
Next day, all three of them got up early. Meera was fully focused on the mission. She took a very long bath, carefully removing all body hair until her skin was smooth and glowing. She came out of the bathroom completely naked, water droplets still glistening on her body
Navya helped her with makeup today. Both the ladies were naked, moving around the room with ease. Navya applied makeup on Meera’s face, highlighting her beautiful eyes and lips. Their naked bodies occasionally brushed against each other as they worked, creating a sensual, intimate atmosphere in the room.
Ajay too got ready. He went to his command centre, where he would report first before joining the raid. Raghav and Shyam’s boss would handle the control centre. Both Ajay and Meera went through the plan again. Shyam would reach by 12:30 PM. On the way, he would pick up the jamming device hand over the device to Meera. Shyam will guide her on how to use it. Other than these people, nobody else had any information about what the operation was, when, or where — nothing. It was all super secret. The agents on ground were asked only to be ready and follow Ajay or Shyam’s commands. Everyone needs to be radio silence to avoid any leak.
Meera dressed in a sensual bodycon dress which came till her knees. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and round ass. It was modest enough for the occasion but still incredibly sexy on her body.
Shankar messaged her, telling that Shyam is on the way.
As planned, Shyam picked up Meera. He came with the Vellfire. Meera looked sensual and sexy in the bodycon dress she wore — her body structure was clearly visible, the fabric hugging every curve of her breasts, waist, and hips.
She entered the car. Shyam started the car without delay. He handed her a small package and told her, “It is the jamming device.”
Meera opened the package. It was a small modem-like device. Shyam, while driving, gave her detailed guidance on how to turn the device on. Meera followed the instructions carefully. She turned the switch on — it got turned on with a green indicator showing it is working.
Meera was relieved to see it was working. One step over, she thought.
That’s when her phone started to ring. It was from Shankar. Meera looked at Shyam, confused.
“If the jammer is on, how come I am getting the phone call?”
Shyam was also shocked. The device was not working as expected. Meera asked, “Do you have a backup device?”
He said no. The phone was still ringing. There was no backup device. She let Shankar’s call go unanswered. She tried to call Ajay — his phone was off. Same about Navya. Shyam tried his mission number — that also not working. All on radio silence.
Meera’s phone rang again with Shankar's name.
There was no alternate for them.
The mobile jammer had stopped working.
Nobody had planned a Plan B for the jammer. The masterminds of the operation had prepared backups for almost every other step — multiple exit routes, alternate safe houses, secondary communication channels, even contingency teams — but nothing for the jammer itself. It was the one piece of equipment they had assumed would simply work.
She was scared.
What to do now?
Shyam’s voice came from the front seat, tight and controlled.
“We cannot call this off now. The mission was designed in such a way that nobody can call and interfere. Now we are facing the problem because of that.”
She stared at the ringing phone in her hand, her mind blank with fear. She was scared and completely dumbfounded about what to do next. The phone fully rang and it stopped.
Shyam turned slightly and spoke firmly.
“Answer the call. Else it will trigger suspicion.”
Meera nodded once.
She answered on the first ring — even before she could properly read the name that flashed on the screen.
The line connected.
A familiar, oily, flirting voice came through.
“Meera, my beauty… are you there?”
It was Sharma.
“Many many happy returns of the day, my dear.”
Meera replied, “Thanks… how do you know?”
He answered smoothly, “I know everything. That is my job.”
“Yes. Tell me what you want now.”
Meera’s voice came out sharp and annoyed. She was already under the stress that the mission might fail because of the jamming device, and this old man was testing her patience.
Sharma chuckled.
“Don’t get angry, dear. I will give you time to get hot. Tell me… what are you wearing now?”
Meera ignored the question completely.
“Sharma, tell me what you want now.”
He continued in the same teasing tone.
“You should not get angry on your birthday. Are you in your birthday suit? Is that why you are ashamed to tell me what you are wearing? Do you want me to make a video call and you show me?”
Meera showed her frustration.
“Come to the point.”
Sharma’s voice stayed playful but sharp.
“You will tell me all the details, of what you are wearing. Ya… before that, you asked me to get some information on Raghav’s team, right? When you came to my home. You offered a better reward than what you have shown.”
He paused for effect.
“His name is Ajay. He is in suspension. That is why his details were not showing on the transferred list. He has a very sexy wife. His wife’s name is Meera.”
A cold silence filled the car.
“Haha… what a coincidence. Your name is also Meera. Your husband’s name is also Ajay. And you are very sexy too.”
Meera froze.
Her entire body went still.
Her heart was hammering so hard she could hear it in her ears.
Her identity was compromised.
Sharma’s voice continued, now dripping with satisfaction.
“You wanted more details on Ajay, right? More than the first name? For my reward? I think you will have more details on Ajay… including his dick size… isn’t it, my dear sexy Meera?”
The phone stayed on speaker.
Shyam’s face had gone pale.
Meera sat like a statue.
A cold wave of fear washed over her.
She felt partially responsible. Maybe the way she had shown him her pussy and offered it as a reward had triggered Sharma to dig deeper and find the details so quickly.
She looked at Shyam with wide, scared eyes.
He silently mouthed the words:
Did he tell Shankar or Vikram? Is that why Shankar keeps calling?
Meera had the same terrifying thought.
Shyam gestured for her to continue talking.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds. Meera’s voice came out shaky.
“Hello…?”
Sharma chuckled, the sound low and oily.
“Sexy Meera… tell me. You have all the information about Ajay, right?
Oh ho… should I call you Sexy Meera? You don’t like being called sexy, right? What about SLUT Meera?
SLUT… nice role they gave for you. You are apt for it.
You gave a slut show at my house last time… showing me your pussy like in Basic Instinct.
Now, my slut… tell me what are you wearing now.”
Meera’s throat was dry. She tried to keep her voice steady.
“Sir… what do you want?”
Sharma’s reply was sharp and playful at the same time.
“You are calling me sir? That is not how you addressed me earlier, you slut. I asked you a question.”
Meera’s voice came out low and defeated.
“Sir… I am wearing…”
Sharma laughed loudly on the other end and cut her off before she could finish.
“I don’t care what you are wearing, you slut. Shankar wasn’t kidding when he said you’re the face of Anaavaran. Rather than the face, he should have used the naked boobs and pussy for Anaavaran. Your bare body is on every hoarding and every box in the store. My wife bought one of the anaavaran sets yesterday, and seeing your breasts and pussy printed right on the cover covered in bra and panties had me aching. That bra and panty set was made for a body like yours, not hers. But as far as I’m concerned, you look best completely stripped down anyway. After all, it’s your bare pussy that’s been paraded all around the city on those massive billboards, isn’t it? No wonder the sales are increasing and also the traffic blocks.
Maybe we should do one more photoshoot… an upskirt pic with nothing underneath and topless. We will create an entire traffic block. The whole city will stand still, right Meera?”
Meera stayed silent.
Sharma’s tone hardened.
“When I ask a question, I want an answer. What do you think?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied quickly.
“What ‘yes sir’?”
There was a short silence.
Meera swallowed and answered, “City will come to a standstill.”
“Haha… great.
Now, my dear slut Meera… I am going to pass the information to Vikram. But I will do you a favour.”
Navya helped her with makeup today. Both the ladies were naked, moving around the room with ease. Navya applied makeup on Meera’s face, highlighting her beautiful eyes and lips. Their naked bodies occasionally brushed against each other as they worked, creating a sensual, intimate atmosphere in the room.
Ajay too got ready. He went to his command centre, where he would report first before joining the raid. Raghav and Shyam’s boss would handle the control centre. Both Ajay and Meera went through the plan again. Shyam would reach by 12:30 PM. On the way, he would pick up the jamming device hand over the device to Meera. Shyam will guide her on how to use it. Other than these people, nobody else had any information about what the operation was, when, or where — nothing. It was all super secret. The agents on ground were asked only to be ready and follow Ajay or Shyam’s commands. Everyone needs to be radio silence to avoid any leak.
Meera dressed in a sensual bodycon dress which came till her knees. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and round ass. It was modest enough for the occasion but still incredibly sexy on her body.
Shankar messaged her, telling that Shyam is on the way.
As planned, Shyam picked up Meera. He came with the Vellfire. Meera looked sensual and sexy in the bodycon dress she wore — her body structure was clearly visible, the fabric hugging every curve of her breasts, waist, and hips.
She entered the car. Shyam started the car without delay. He handed her a small package and told her, “It is the jamming device.”
Meera opened the package. It was a small modem-like device. Shyam, while driving, gave her detailed guidance on how to turn the device on. Meera followed the instructions carefully. She turned the switch on — it got turned on with a green indicator showing it is working.
Meera was relieved to see it was working. One step over, she thought.
That’s when her phone started to ring. It was from Shankar. Meera looked at Shyam, confused.
“If the jammer is on, how come I am getting the phone call?”
Shyam was also shocked. The device was not working as expected. Meera asked, “Do you have a backup device?”
He said no. The phone was still ringing. There was no backup device. She let Shankar’s call go unanswered. She tried to call Ajay — his phone was off. Same about Navya. Shyam tried his mission number — that also not working. All on radio silence.
Meera’s phone rang again with Shankar's name.
There was no alternate for them.
The mobile jammer had stopped working.
Nobody had planned a Plan B for the jammer. The masterminds of the operation had prepared backups for almost every other step — multiple exit routes, alternate safe houses, secondary communication channels, even contingency teams — but nothing for the jammer itself. It was the one piece of equipment they had assumed would simply work.
She was scared.
What to do now?
Shyam’s voice came from the front seat, tight and controlled.
“We cannot call this off now. The mission was designed in such a way that nobody can call and interfere. Now we are facing the problem because of that.”
She stared at the ringing phone in her hand, her mind blank with fear. She was scared and completely dumbfounded about what to do next. The phone fully rang and it stopped.
Shyam turned slightly and spoke firmly.
“Answer the call. Else it will trigger suspicion.”
Meera nodded once.
She answered on the first ring — even before she could properly read the name that flashed on the screen.
The line connected.
A familiar, oily, flirting voice came through.
“Meera, my beauty… are you there?”
It was Sharma.
“Many many happy returns of the day, my dear.”
Meera replied, “Thanks… how do you know?”
He answered smoothly, “I know everything. That is my job.”
“Yes. Tell me what you want now.”
Meera’s voice came out sharp and annoyed. She was already under the stress that the mission might fail because of the jamming device, and this old man was testing her patience.
Sharma chuckled.
“Don’t get angry, dear. I will give you time to get hot. Tell me… what are you wearing now?”
Meera ignored the question completely.
“Sharma, tell me what you want now.”
He continued in the same teasing tone.
“You should not get angry on your birthday. Are you in your birthday suit? Is that why you are ashamed to tell me what you are wearing? Do you want me to make a video call and you show me?”
Meera showed her frustration.
“Come to the point.”
Sharma’s voice stayed playful but sharp.
“You will tell me all the details, of what you are wearing. Ya… before that, you asked me to get some information on Raghav’s team, right? When you came to my home. You offered a better reward than what you have shown.”
He paused for effect.
“His name is Ajay. He is in suspension. That is why his details were not showing on the transferred list. He has a very sexy wife. His wife’s name is Meera.”
A cold silence filled the car.
“Haha… what a coincidence. Your name is also Meera. Your husband’s name is also Ajay. And you are very sexy too.”
Meera froze.
Her entire body went still.
Her heart was hammering so hard she could hear it in her ears.
Her identity was compromised.
Sharma’s voice continued, now dripping with satisfaction.
“You wanted more details on Ajay, right? More than the first name? For my reward? I think you will have more details on Ajay… including his dick size… isn’t it, my dear sexy Meera?”
The phone stayed on speaker.
Shyam’s face had gone pale.
Meera sat like a statue.
A cold wave of fear washed over her.
She felt partially responsible. Maybe the way she had shown him her pussy and offered it as a reward had triggered Sharma to dig deeper and find the details so quickly.
She looked at Shyam with wide, scared eyes.
He silently mouthed the words:
Did he tell Shankar or Vikram? Is that why Shankar keeps calling?
Meera had the same terrifying thought.
Shyam gestured for her to continue talking.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds. Meera’s voice came out shaky.
“Hello…?”
Sharma chuckled, the sound low and oily.
“Sexy Meera… tell me. You have all the information about Ajay, right?
Oh ho… should I call you Sexy Meera? You don’t like being called sexy, right? What about SLUT Meera?
SLUT… nice role they gave for you. You are apt for it.
You gave a slut show at my house last time… showing me your pussy like in Basic Instinct.
Now, my slut… tell me what are you wearing now.”
Meera’s throat was dry. She tried to keep her voice steady.
“Sir… what do you want?”
Sharma’s reply was sharp and playful at the same time.
“You are calling me sir? That is not how you addressed me earlier, you slut. I asked you a question.”
Meera’s voice came out low and defeated.
“Sir… I am wearing…”
Sharma laughed loudly on the other end and cut her off before she could finish.
“I don’t care what you are wearing, you slut. Shankar wasn’t kidding when he said you’re the face of Anaavaran. Rather than the face, he should have used the naked boobs and pussy for Anaavaran. Your bare body is on every hoarding and every box in the store. My wife bought one of the anaavaran sets yesterday, and seeing your breasts and pussy printed right on the cover covered in bra and panties had me aching. That bra and panty set was made for a body like yours, not hers. But as far as I’m concerned, you look best completely stripped down anyway. After all, it’s your bare pussy that’s been paraded all around the city on those massive billboards, isn’t it? No wonder the sales are increasing and also the traffic blocks.
Maybe we should do one more photoshoot… an upskirt pic with nothing underneath and topless. We will create an entire traffic block. The whole city will stand still, right Meera?”
Meera stayed silent.
Sharma’s tone hardened.
“When I ask a question, I want an answer. What do you think?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied quickly.
“What ‘yes sir’?”
There was a short silence.
Meera swallowed and answered, “City will come to a standstill.”
“Haha… great.
Now, my dear slut Meera… I am going to pass the information to Vikram. But I will do you a favour.”
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