[shaalu_re]

A strip of tape sealed her mouth before she could speak.
Meera’s eyes widened in genuine surprise and confusion.
Why me?
She stood naked between the two brothers as the team formed up.

All three of them — Vikram, Shankar, and Meera — were completely bare, bound, and silenced.
The team marched them out of the terrace, down the stairs, and through the quiet, controlled farmhouse toward the waiting vehicles.

The operation was over.
Meera walked in the middle, still stunned, the emerald pendant swinging between her bare thighs, while the two most dangerous men she had ever known were led away beside her in the same exposed state.


The tactical team pushed all three of them — Vikram, Shankar, and Meera — into the back of a large black van.
Lina was already inside, still completely naked, wrists bound, sitting against the side wall.
Shyam shoved Meera in last so that she landed between the two brothers.

The doors slammed shut and locked.
He spoke through the small grille, voice cold and clear.
“We have been trying to catch you people for a very long time.”
Inside the van the air was thick and hot.

Two tactical team members sat on the side benches, fully geared, rifles across their laps.

Both of them had visible hard-ons straining against their trousers as they stared at the two naked women.
Meera’s eyes filled with tears.

She tried to scream for help, for explanation, for anything — but the thick tape across her mouth turned every sound into a muffled, useless noise.

Tears ran down her cheeks and dropped onto her bare breasts.
Vikram and Shankar were furious.

Their eyes burned with rage as they stared at Shyam through the grille, finally understanding that the “driver” had been an undercover officer the entire time.

They struggled hard against the restraints, but the zip-ties and extra ropes held them completely motionless.
The van began to move.
Thirty minutes later the vehicle stopped.
By then the intense physical exhaustion from the long night had pulled all four of them into a heavy, half-conscious sleep.
The back doors suddenly opened.
Shyam stood there with a large bucket.

Without warning he flung the entire contents over them.
Ice-cold water crashed across naked skin.

All four of them jerked awake, gasping and shivering.
Shyam pointed at the two women.
“Get these two ladies out.”

Two tactical officers stepped forward, grabbed Meera and Lina by their bound arms, and hauled them to their feet.

They were forced to step down from the van onto the rough ground outside, still completely naked, water dripping from their bodies, hair sticking to their faces and breasts.
Meera’s eyes locked onto Shyam.

The confusion had burned away.

What remained was pure, furious anger.
She stared at him with open hatred while the officers held her upright, the night air cold on her wet skin, the emerald pendant still hanging above her bare pussy.

Behind her, still inside the van, Vikram and Shankar watched in silence, bound and helpless.