26-08-2026, 02:14 PM
She stepped out of the car and walked a few steps toward the bungalow entrance.
Then she stopped and turned back.
Shyam was still standing outside the car near the driver’s door.
Meera walked back to him.
“Shyam… I think the pendant is loose. Can you check whether it is fastened securely?”
Before he could answer, she raised the hem of her bodycon dress above her waist chain.
The light pink panty came into full view. The soft fabric clung to her, and the faint outline of her pussy folds was clearly visible through the thin material.
Shyam had seen her completely naked before, but this felt different. It was broad daylight. She was lifting her dress for him deliberately. And somewhere at the back of both their minds was the thought that this might be their last day together.
He stretched out his hand.
His fingers first touched the soft skin of her stomach, just above the waist chain. Then he slowly moved his hand downward.
Meera stood still, eyes closed, her dress held high near her navel.
Shyam’s fingers reached the emerald pendant. As he adjusted it, the side of his hand brushed against the soft, combed cotton of her panty. He gave the pendant a small, careful pull to check if it was secure.
In a soft, calm voice he said, “Your pendant is more secure than your panty.”
Meera opened her eyes and looked straight into his.
“Goodbye… and come back for me with my husband.”
She lowered her dress and walked back toward the bungalow entrance.
Shyam stood watching her.
As she walked, she adjusted the hem of the dress. The fabric slowly slid down like a curtain ending a show, gradually covering her soft, panty-clad ass until nothing more was visible.
When Meera stepped inside the bungalow, Lina came running toward her.
Lina was wearing a loose bathrobe-style dress. She hugged Meera lightly and wished her.
“Happy birthday, Madam. Bosses are waiting for you.”
Meera followed her all the way up to the upper floor.
They were in the game room.
The large screens that normally played video games and racing titles were now showing something completely different — live GPS spots and multiple CCTV camera feeds.
Meera’s blood ran cold.
How do they have access to secured CCTV systems?
Neither Ajay nor Raghav had ever mentioned this possibility.
They had planned for radio silence, but right now Vikram and Shankar were watching live footage of the port area — the exact location where the ship and the container were scheduled to arrive.
Meera entered the room.
Shankar walked up to her, gave her a warm hug, and wished her.
“Happy birthday, Meera.”
“Did you like the gift?”
“Yes,” she answered quickly.
Then she pointed at the screens.
“This… what is this?”
Shankar explained without any hesitation.
“This is a new implementation we did after the last raid fiasco. We got this access through our Sharma. He used his access and is sharing it to us through multiple international servers and IP masking. There is a delay of about five minutes, but it is still good.”
Meera’s heart sank.
They would know about the raid.
For a moment the only thought in her mind was to run back to Shyam and somehow warn him so Ajay would be safe.
But there was no way for Shyam to reach Ajay either.
The jammer was dead, Ajay’s phone was switched off, and the operation was already in motion.
Meera stood frozen in the game room, staring at the live port feeds, her mind racing.
What should I do?
Lina entered carrying a large whiskey bottle, three glasses, and an ice bucket.
Three glasses. That meant Vikram would join them soon.
Shankar noticed her stillness.
“Why are you standing like a statue? Where is your gift? You haven’t shown me, dear.”
Meera forced a soft, slightly seductive smile.
“I wore it as you insisted. You only asked me to wear it at a place that is not visible.”
Shankar’s eyes darkened with amusement.
“For special people we should show.”
Meera replied carefully, “Yeah… let me assess the situation.”
She glanced at the wall clock.
2:10.
The ship would reach by 2:20. Disembarkation of goods would begin around 2:50. The raid was scheduled to start at 3:05. That was the final plan. She ran the timings through her mind once more.
Then she looked back at Shankar and continued in a light, teasing tone.
“You insisted I wear the gift… otherwise I would have asked you to help me wear it, you know.”
As she spoke, her fingers played with the hem of her bodycon dress, slowly lifting and dropping it a few inches.
Lina, who had just returned with another bottle, asked curiously, “What gift, Madam?”
Shankar moved behind Meera without warning.
In one smooth motion he lifted the front of her dress, exposing her light pink panty and the emerald pendant that hung just above it. Showcasing to Lina.
His body pressed close from behind. Meera could clearly feel the hard length of his cock rubbing against the soft fabric covering her ass.
Lina’s eyes dropped to the pendant.
“Beautiful, Madam.”
Shankar complained playfully, “See, Lina… you also saw her pendant on her waist, right?”
“Yes,” Lina answered.
“But Meera is not showing me. She is showing it to you, but not to the person who gifted it.”
He pretended to search for the pendant.
His hand moved under the lifted dress and began sliding across the front of her soft panty, fingers brushing slowly over the fabric, deliberately missing the pendant and instead tracing the outline of her pussy lips and the soft mound above.
He had no real interest in finding the stone.
His fingers kept moving, pressing lightly, rubbing in slow circles over the thin cotton, feeling the warmth of her body through the material.
Meera stood still, dress held high by Shankar’s other hand, the hard length of him pressing against her from behind, while Lina watched the entire display with a small, knowing smile.
Lina leaned in slightly and said in a soft, helpful tone,
“Sir… you move your hand a little to the left… a little down…”
She guided his fingers as if helping him locate the pendant.
Then she stopped and turned back.
Shyam was still standing outside the car near the driver’s door.
Meera walked back to him.
“Shyam… I think the pendant is loose. Can you check whether it is fastened securely?”
Before he could answer, she raised the hem of her bodycon dress above her waist chain.
The light pink panty came into full view. The soft fabric clung to her, and the faint outline of her pussy folds was clearly visible through the thin material.
Shyam had seen her completely naked before, but this felt different. It was broad daylight. She was lifting her dress for him deliberately. And somewhere at the back of both their minds was the thought that this might be their last day together.
He stretched out his hand.
His fingers first touched the soft skin of her stomach, just above the waist chain. Then he slowly moved his hand downward.
Meera stood still, eyes closed, her dress held high near her navel.
Shyam’s fingers reached the emerald pendant. As he adjusted it, the side of his hand brushed against the soft, combed cotton of her panty. He gave the pendant a small, careful pull to check if it was secure.
In a soft, calm voice he said, “Your pendant is more secure than your panty.”
Meera opened her eyes and looked straight into his.
“Goodbye… and come back for me with my husband.”
She lowered her dress and walked back toward the bungalow entrance.
Shyam stood watching her.
As she walked, she adjusted the hem of the dress. The fabric slowly slid down like a curtain ending a show, gradually covering her soft, panty-clad ass until nothing more was visible.
When Meera stepped inside the bungalow, Lina came running toward her.
Lina was wearing a loose bathrobe-style dress. She hugged Meera lightly and wished her.
“Happy birthday, Madam. Bosses are waiting for you.”
Meera followed her all the way up to the upper floor.
They were in the game room.
The large screens that normally played video games and racing titles were now showing something completely different — live GPS spots and multiple CCTV camera feeds.
Meera’s blood ran cold.
How do they have access to secured CCTV systems?
Neither Ajay nor Raghav had ever mentioned this possibility.
They had planned for radio silence, but right now Vikram and Shankar were watching live footage of the port area — the exact location where the ship and the container were scheduled to arrive.
Meera entered the room.
Shankar walked up to her, gave her a warm hug, and wished her.
“Happy birthday, Meera.”
“Did you like the gift?”
“Yes,” she answered quickly.
Then she pointed at the screens.
“This… what is this?”
Shankar explained without any hesitation.
“This is a new implementation we did after the last raid fiasco. We got this access through our Sharma. He used his access and is sharing it to us through multiple international servers and IP masking. There is a delay of about five minutes, but it is still good.”
Meera’s heart sank.
They would know about the raid.
For a moment the only thought in her mind was to run back to Shyam and somehow warn him so Ajay would be safe.
But there was no way for Shyam to reach Ajay either.
The jammer was dead, Ajay’s phone was switched off, and the operation was already in motion.
Meera stood frozen in the game room, staring at the live port feeds, her mind racing.
What should I do?
Lina entered carrying a large whiskey bottle, three glasses, and an ice bucket.
Three glasses. That meant Vikram would join them soon.
Shankar noticed her stillness.
“Why are you standing like a statue? Where is your gift? You haven’t shown me, dear.”
Meera forced a soft, slightly seductive smile.
“I wore it as you insisted. You only asked me to wear it at a place that is not visible.”
Shankar’s eyes darkened with amusement.
“For special people we should show.”
Meera replied carefully, “Yeah… let me assess the situation.”
She glanced at the wall clock.
2:10.
The ship would reach by 2:20. Disembarkation of goods would begin around 2:50. The raid was scheduled to start at 3:05. That was the final plan. She ran the timings through her mind once more.
Then she looked back at Shankar and continued in a light, teasing tone.
“You insisted I wear the gift… otherwise I would have asked you to help me wear it, you know.”
As she spoke, her fingers played with the hem of her bodycon dress, slowly lifting and dropping it a few inches.
Lina, who had just returned with another bottle, asked curiously, “What gift, Madam?”
Shankar moved behind Meera without warning.
In one smooth motion he lifted the front of her dress, exposing her light pink panty and the emerald pendant that hung just above it. Showcasing to Lina.
His body pressed close from behind. Meera could clearly feel the hard length of his cock rubbing against the soft fabric covering her ass.
Lina’s eyes dropped to the pendant.
“Beautiful, Madam.”
Shankar complained playfully, “See, Lina… you also saw her pendant on her waist, right?”
“Yes,” Lina answered.
“But Meera is not showing me. She is showing it to you, but not to the person who gifted it.”
He pretended to search for the pendant.
His hand moved under the lifted dress and began sliding across the front of her soft panty, fingers brushing slowly over the fabric, deliberately missing the pendant and instead tracing the outline of her pussy lips and the soft mound above.
He had no real interest in finding the stone.
His fingers kept moving, pressing lightly, rubbing in slow circles over the thin cotton, feeling the warmth of her body through the material.
Meera stood still, dress held high by Shankar’s other hand, the hard length of him pressing against her from behind, while Lina watched the entire display with a small, knowing smile.
Lina leaned in slightly and said in a soft, helpful tone,
“Sir… you move your hand a little to the left… a little down…”
She guided his fingers as if helping him locate the pendant.
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