26-08-2026, 10:45 AM
Sharma’s voice continued, thick with satisfaction and lust.
“You come and meet me tonight after 10 at my home. My family members are going to a far-away temple. Once everybody in my home has gone, I have some plans and tasks for you. Something undercover… I mean under the blanket.
I want you to wear something sexy.
If you do this for me, I will tell the information to Vikram a day later. Enough time for you to escape. If Vikram catches you after that, it is on you. You can ask that stupid Raghav to save you… give him your pussy for that old man to fuck you for saving you. You know how much anger Vikram would be having to hear you are the one behind the raid. His Excellency Prince Tau would have gone absolutely mad at you and ripped you apart, but for your luck he is no more — thanks to his stupid brother.
If you think you can escape today without meeting me tonight… you don’t know Vikram and his network. The moment the watch hits 10:01 and you are not at my home, my dear, Vikram and all his network will be after you, and Raghav will not be able to do anything in this short notice. Give me one day and you stand a chance. If you plan anything to danger me I have a self triggered message which will be sent you will have no idea.
The threat hung heavy in the air.
Sharma’s tone dropped lower, more intimate and commanding.
“You’re going to wear a red saree tonight. But I want no blouse, no bra, no panty, and no petticoat under it. Just six yards of silk dbangd over your bare skin — and I want the waist wrapped low. Below your navel, tucked right an inch above your pussy. And pull the pallu over your head like a ghoonghat, hiding your face completely like a newly wed on the first night in the bedroom. You understand, right?”
Meera swallowed hard, staring at the phone in disbelief.
“An inch above my pussy? How can I even wear it without a petticoat to hold the pleats? It’s just going to slip right off me!”
Sharma laughed, the sound dark and aroused.
“Who said anything about keeping it from slipping, Meera? You’re supposed to stand there completely bare, holding the pallu over your chest with your own hands, praying the silk doesn’t drop an inch lower and reveal your bare pussy. If it falls, let it fall. If anybody sees, let them see — what do you care? My neighbours are retired people let them have some fun too.
In fact, I want your husband to drive you here and drop you off himself.He should stop the car one house before my house and walk from there. If that saree slips down to the floor while you’re walking in, your dear husband can just pick the cloth up, put it in his car, and drive his ass home. Tell him not to bother coming back until tomorrow morning to pick up his wife… if anything is left of you after I fuck all your holes.
Meera sat frozen in the back seat of the car, still wearing her bodycon dress, the phone was held in her hand, every word sinking in like a knife.
“You come and meet me tonight after 10 at my home. My family members are going to a far-away temple. Once everybody in my home has gone, I have some plans and tasks for you. Something undercover… I mean under the blanket.
I want you to wear something sexy.
If you do this for me, I will tell the information to Vikram a day later. Enough time for you to escape. If Vikram catches you after that, it is on you. You can ask that stupid Raghav to save you… give him your pussy for that old man to fuck you for saving you. You know how much anger Vikram would be having to hear you are the one behind the raid. His Excellency Prince Tau would have gone absolutely mad at you and ripped you apart, but for your luck he is no more — thanks to his stupid brother.
If you think you can escape today without meeting me tonight… you don’t know Vikram and his network. The moment the watch hits 10:01 and you are not at my home, my dear, Vikram and all his network will be after you, and Raghav will not be able to do anything in this short notice. Give me one day and you stand a chance. If you plan anything to danger me I have a self triggered message which will be sent you will have no idea.
The threat hung heavy in the air.
Sharma’s tone dropped lower, more intimate and commanding.
“You’re going to wear a red saree tonight. But I want no blouse, no bra, no panty, and no petticoat under it. Just six yards of silk dbangd over your bare skin — and I want the waist wrapped low. Below your navel, tucked right an inch above your pussy. And pull the pallu over your head like a ghoonghat, hiding your face completely like a newly wed on the first night in the bedroom. You understand, right?”
Meera swallowed hard, staring at the phone in disbelief.
“An inch above my pussy? How can I even wear it without a petticoat to hold the pleats? It’s just going to slip right off me!”
Sharma laughed, the sound dark and aroused.
“Who said anything about keeping it from slipping, Meera? You’re supposed to stand there completely bare, holding the pallu over your chest with your own hands, praying the silk doesn’t drop an inch lower and reveal your bare pussy. If it falls, let it fall. If anybody sees, let them see — what do you care? My neighbours are retired people let them have some fun too.
In fact, I want your husband to drive you here and drop you off himself.He should stop the car one house before my house and walk from there. If that saree slips down to the floor while you’re walking in, your dear husband can just pick the cloth up, put it in his car, and drive his ass home. Tell him not to bother coming back until tomorrow morning to pick up his wife… if anything is left of you after I fuck all your holes.
Meera sat frozen in the back seat of the car, still wearing her bodycon dress, the phone was held in her hand, every word sinking in like a knife.
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