26-08-2026, 02:16 PM
Meera pulled her hand away from Shankar’s cock and quickly turned inside the circle of his arms so that she was now facing him, almost hugging him.
Her bodycon dress was still lifted at the front, exposing the pink panty and the emerald pendant.
She looked up into Shankar’s eyes.
Placing both hands on his chest, she gave him a teasing, playful push that sent him one arm’s length away. The hem of the dress fell back to its original position covering everything.
“You wanted to see the pendant? What else do you want to see? You only want the pendant?”
With those words she pushed him harder toward the sofa.
Shankar lost his balance and fell back onto the cushions.
The moment he landed, Meera spun around and ran out of the game room, heading straight toward the pool area and then into the adjoining room.
Shankar laughed and followed her at a teasing pace, calling her name.
Meera quickly slipped behind a wall before he could spot her.
She made a soft, sexy sound — half laugh, half invitation — that made Shankar begin searching for her more seriously.
He found one of her shoes lying on the floor.
Meera stayed hidden, slowly moving backward while watching him search.
She was so focused on Shankar that she did not notice the person standing directly behind her.
Her bare back suddenly hit a solid body.
Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, locking her in place.
Startled and scared, Meera twisted her head and looked back.
It was Vikram.
A fresh wave of fear hit her.
Why did he grab me? Am I caught?
Vikram’s voice rang out, loud and strong.
“Shankar… I found her!”
Shankar came running toward the sound.
He stopped short when he saw Meera tightly held in his brother’s arms. She was struggling lightly, but Vikram’s grip was firm.
Shankar walked closer, still smiling.
“Brother… you were supposed to attend that conference, right?”
Vikram’s jaw tightened. His teeth ground together in pure anger. Meera could feel the tension in his body as his arms squeezed her harder.
“That bitch declined to join.”
His voice was cold and furious.
“I will not leave her too. I will make her come to this farmhouse… and I will parade her naked, without a single string of cloth.”
The words hit Meera like a physical blow.
She remembered Ajay saying almost the exact same thing once — the day her entire life had changed forever.
Now it felt like that life was about to end here, in this farmhouse, in Vikram’s grip.
Shankar quickly stepped in to calm him.
“Don’t worry, brother. We will take our revenge. We never let anyone leave after they try to hurt us.”
Vikram’s arms remained locked around Meera’s waist and under her breasts, holding her tightly against his body while Shankar stood in front of them, still half-smiling.
Vikram looked at his younger brother and asked,
“You wanted to see her pendant, right?”
Shankar answered like a child who had been denied his candy.
“Yes, brother. I couldn’t see it. She didn’t show me.”
Vikram’s lips curved into a cold smile.
“I will help you.”
He shifted his grip. One strong arm alone was enough to keep Meera locked tightly against his chest. With his free hand he reached down, found the hem of her bodycon dress, and slowly pulled it upward.
The fabric rose past her thighs, past her hips, until the emerald pendant and everything beneath it came into full view.
Vikram asked calmly,
“Are you happy, my brother?”
Shankar’s eyes widened.
“Brother… I am happy. She is not wearing a panty now. Her clean-shaven pussy… I can see it.”
Vikram frowned slightly.
“What? She had a panty a few seconds back.”
His free hand moved lower. The middle finger traced across the soft, bare skin and then brushed directly over Meera’s pussy lips.
Meera twisted hard, trying to break free.
Vikram did not loosen his hold.
Every time she struggled, the dress only climbed higher, exposing more of her body.
Shankar pulled out his phone.
Without asking, he took a clear photograph of Meera from the navel downward. The dress was completely raised. Her clean-shaven pussy was fully visible. Tiny beads of sweat on her skin sparkled under the lights like small diamonds. The emerald pendant hung just above her pussy, looking almost like a crown resting over it.
He turned the phone and showed the picture first to Vikram, then to Meera.
“If we start a jewellery business for Anaavaran, brother… this pic will be on our hoarding. Her naked pussy… right, Meera?”
Shankar asked the question with a wicked smile, still holding the phone up so she could see her own exposed body on the screen.
Vikram’s fingers brushed over Meera’s bare pussy again.
“What did you do with your panty, dear?”
Her bodycon dress was still lifted at the front, exposing the pink panty and the emerald pendant.
She looked up into Shankar’s eyes.
Placing both hands on his chest, she gave him a teasing, playful push that sent him one arm’s length away. The hem of the dress fell back to its original position covering everything.
“You wanted to see the pendant? What else do you want to see? You only want the pendant?”
With those words she pushed him harder toward the sofa.
Shankar lost his balance and fell back onto the cushions.
The moment he landed, Meera spun around and ran out of the game room, heading straight toward the pool area and then into the adjoining room.
Shankar laughed and followed her at a teasing pace, calling her name.
Meera quickly slipped behind a wall before he could spot her.
She made a soft, sexy sound — half laugh, half invitation — that made Shankar begin searching for her more seriously.
He found one of her shoes lying on the floor.
Meera stayed hidden, slowly moving backward while watching him search.
She was so focused on Shankar that she did not notice the person standing directly behind her.
Her bare back suddenly hit a solid body.
Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, locking her in place.
Startled and scared, Meera twisted her head and looked back.
It was Vikram.
A fresh wave of fear hit her.
Why did he grab me? Am I caught?
Vikram’s voice rang out, loud and strong.
“Shankar… I found her!”
Shankar came running toward the sound.
He stopped short when he saw Meera tightly held in his brother’s arms. She was struggling lightly, but Vikram’s grip was firm.
Shankar walked closer, still smiling.
“Brother… you were supposed to attend that conference, right?”
Vikram’s jaw tightened. His teeth ground together in pure anger. Meera could feel the tension in his body as his arms squeezed her harder.
“That bitch declined to join.”
His voice was cold and furious.
“I will not leave her too. I will make her come to this farmhouse… and I will parade her naked, without a single string of cloth.”
The words hit Meera like a physical blow.
She remembered Ajay saying almost the exact same thing once — the day her entire life had changed forever.
Now it felt like that life was about to end here, in this farmhouse, in Vikram’s grip.
Shankar quickly stepped in to calm him.
“Don’t worry, brother. We will take our revenge. We never let anyone leave after they try to hurt us.”
Vikram’s arms remained locked around Meera’s waist and under her breasts, holding her tightly against his body while Shankar stood in front of them, still half-smiling.
Vikram looked at his younger brother and asked,
“You wanted to see her pendant, right?”
Shankar answered like a child who had been denied his candy.
“Yes, brother. I couldn’t see it. She didn’t show me.”
Vikram’s lips curved into a cold smile.
“I will help you.”
He shifted his grip. One strong arm alone was enough to keep Meera locked tightly against his chest. With his free hand he reached down, found the hem of her bodycon dress, and slowly pulled it upward.
The fabric rose past her thighs, past her hips, until the emerald pendant and everything beneath it came into full view.
Vikram asked calmly,
“Are you happy, my brother?”
Shankar’s eyes widened.
“Brother… I am happy. She is not wearing a panty now. Her clean-shaven pussy… I can see it.”
Vikram frowned slightly.
“What? She had a panty a few seconds back.”
His free hand moved lower. The middle finger traced across the soft, bare skin and then brushed directly over Meera’s pussy lips.
Meera twisted hard, trying to break free.
Vikram did not loosen his hold.
Every time she struggled, the dress only climbed higher, exposing more of her body.
Shankar pulled out his phone.
Without asking, he took a clear photograph of Meera from the navel downward. The dress was completely raised. Her clean-shaven pussy was fully visible. Tiny beads of sweat on her skin sparkled under the lights like small diamonds. The emerald pendant hung just above her pussy, looking almost like a crown resting over it.
He turned the phone and showed the picture first to Vikram, then to Meera.
“If we start a jewellery business for Anaavaran, brother… this pic will be on our hoarding. Her naked pussy… right, Meera?”
Shankar asked the question with a wicked smile, still holding the phone up so she could see her own exposed body on the screen.
Vikram’s fingers brushed over Meera’s bare pussy again.
“What did you do with your panty, dear?”
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