26-08-2026, 02:41 PM
Later evening Meera reached Sharma’s house at around 8:00 p.m.The door opened almost immediately.
Sharma stood there in casual home clothes, clearly surprised.“I asked you to come at ten, not so early,” he said.
Then his eyes moved over her.
“Anyway… good that you came early. My family has already left.”
His gaze stopped at her shoulder.
The thin strap of her blue Anaavaran bra was clearly visible under the neckline of her dress.
His expression darkened at once.
“But this is not the cloth I asked you to wear.”
His voice turned sharp.
“You SLUT. You know what happens when you go against me. I told you to come in a saree with nothing else underneath.No bra. No panty. Nothing.You disobeyed me.
You are going to learn now.”
Meera lowered her eyes and answered in a soft, obedient tone.
“Oh… sorry, Master. I forgot about the dress you asked for.
But I brought my husband along with me.
He wants to say something.”
Sharma’s eyebrows rose in confusion.
Ajay stepped out from the side of the doorway, followed closely by Shyam.
Ajay’s voice was calm and official.
“You are under arrest.”
Sharma’s face went blank for a second, then twisted with sudden realisation and fury.
He looked from Ajay to Shyam to Meera, understanding far too late that the trap had already closed.
As the two officers moved forward to restrain him, Meera turned to Shyam and asked quietly,
“Will he tell Vikram about my identity in jail?”
Shyam shook his head.
“Don’t worry.
He is a top official with knowledge of many sensitive secrets and access to things we can’t risk in open court.
He will not be going to a normal jail.”
He paused, then added in a lower voice,
“The vehicle that takes him will meet with an accident.
It will involve a car driven by the gangster driver Sunny.
That chacha who had dealings with Sunny will also receive some jail time out of this.”
Meera watched as Sharma was pulled away from his own doorway, still protesting, still not fully believing that the woman he had tried to control had brought the entire operation to his doorstep.
Sharma stood there in casual home clothes, clearly surprised.“I asked you to come at ten, not so early,” he said.
Then his eyes moved over her.
“Anyway… good that you came early. My family has already left.”
His gaze stopped at her shoulder.
The thin strap of her blue Anaavaran bra was clearly visible under the neckline of her dress.
His expression darkened at once.
“But this is not the cloth I asked you to wear.”
His voice turned sharp.
“You SLUT. You know what happens when you go against me. I told you to come in a saree with nothing else underneath.No bra. No panty. Nothing.You disobeyed me.
You are going to learn now.”
Meera lowered her eyes and answered in a soft, obedient tone.
“Oh… sorry, Master. I forgot about the dress you asked for.
But I brought my husband along with me.
He wants to say something.”
Sharma’s eyebrows rose in confusion.
Ajay stepped out from the side of the doorway, followed closely by Shyam.
Ajay’s voice was calm and official.
“You are under arrest.”
Sharma’s face went blank for a second, then twisted with sudden realisation and fury.
He looked from Ajay to Shyam to Meera, understanding far too late that the trap had already closed.
As the two officers moved forward to restrain him, Meera turned to Shyam and asked quietly,
“Will he tell Vikram about my identity in jail?”
Shyam shook his head.
“Don’t worry.
He is a top official with knowledge of many sensitive secrets and access to things we can’t risk in open court.
He will not be going to a normal jail.”
He paused, then added in a lower voice,
“The vehicle that takes him will meet with an accident.
It will involve a car driven by the gangster driver Sunny.
That chacha who had dealings with Sunny will also receive some jail time out of this.”
Meera watched as Sharma was pulled away from his own doorway, still protesting, still not fully believing that the woman he had tried to control had brought the entire operation to his doorstep.
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