Misc. Erotica Respect and Revenge

[Deepak.kapoor]

A Shock for Sher

The evening had set in, and the sound of Sartaj's official vehicle coming to a halt outside the bungalow echoed through the courtyard. As the heavy thud of boots and the rustle of his uniform resonated on the stairs, a vivid shiver ran through Meera's body.

Meera had spent the entire afternoon clad in that sheer blue saree, reflecting on what Sartaj meant in her life. From the silent, unspoken affection of their college days to his role as her ultimate savior, every memory surged within her heart, turning her love for Sartaj into an uncontrollable tide.

The moment Sartaj opened the main entrance, Meera moved toward him at lightning speed, wrapping her arms around him in a passionate embrace. Sartaj pulled her into the tight circle of his arms. His broad, firm hands slid down her thin waist, coming to rest over the bare, velvety skin of her stomach beneath the saree. He pulled her flush against his body.

Meera was completely oblivious to her surroundings; she did not care whether anyone was watching. She began showering kisses all over Sartaj's face—his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead. In that intense embrace, her heavy, warm breasts pressed firmly against the solid frame of his uniform-clad chest.

Standing near the kitchen door, Sher was taking in the entire scene. He held a glass of water in his hand, but his gaze remained glued to Meera's absolute surrender and Sartaj's commanding grip. His face flushed red with jealousy and rage, though he remained silent.

His eyes locked onto Sartaj's strong hands, which were squeezing the soft, smooth skin of Meera's bare waist with his fingers.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Holy shit... this sight is tearing me apart. Look at how Saab's hands are pressing into that soft skin... Wish those were my hands instead, plunging my fingers into the deep swirl of her navel and absorbing the warmth of her frame into my palms. She isn't just a woman, she's a living flame.'


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Damn my fate... if it were my dark body pressed against her instead of that stiff uniform, I would be feeling the softness of those breasts today. Damn it, this right should have been mine.'

Meera: (Tears in her eyes and a desperate longing on her face, clinging to Sartaj's chest) "Sartaj!"

Sartaj: (In a voice filled with surprise and affection) "Hey... Meera? What happened, my love? So much anxiety and so much affection... is everything alright?"


Meera: (Inhaling his scent deeply and holding him even tighter) "Nothing... I just realized today how deeply I love you. I felt as if I forgot to tell you what you truly mean to me."


Sartaj: (Smiling softly, stroking her hair) "You're crazy. You don't need to tell me, I feel myself in your every heartbeat. What brought this on all of a sudden today?"

Meera: (Resting her head against his broad chest) "I don't know... perhaps some layers of yesterday unraveled today. I remembered how you pulled me out of that hell. Sartaj, if you hadn't held my hand back then, where would I be today?"

Sartaj: (Solemnly, cupping her face in his hands and looking into her eyes) "Meera, I told you before and I'll say it again—it was my duty. For a friend, for a human being. And today, you are my wife. Don't bring tears to these beautiful eyes by dwelling on that past."

Meera: (Sobbing softly) "No Sartaj, that wasn't just duty. That was your silent love which I failed to understand for years. Forgive me for taking so long to realize it."

Sartaj: (Kissing her gently, voice low and intimate) "Don't speak of forgiveness, Meera. The home, the family, and the love you have given me have healed every single wound of mine. Now... just wipe these tears."

Sartaj gently drew Meera back from his arms, pressing a tender kiss against her forehead as he spoke in his deep, resonant voice.

Sartaj: "Meera, today was a very taxing day, but hearing these words from you has wiped away all my exhaustion. Come, let's go out for dinner tonight. Go get Jyoti ready while I freshen up."

Meera smiled, squeezing Sartaj's hand before heading toward Jyoti's room.

Sartaj walked toward the bathroom attached to his bedroom, humming a tune. He unbuckled his uniform belt, took off his shirt, and stood before the mirror.

As he turned to switch on the hot water shower, his gaze caught the corner of the wall where a wooden cabinet rested. Right beside that cabinet, between the tiles, a tiny hole looked distinctly unusual to him.

Sartaj was a seasoned IPS officer whose eyes were trained to spot the subtle clues. He stepped closer and examined the hole attentively.

Sartaj [To Himself]: 'What is this? This hole wasn't here before... or was it? Is this the work of termites, or did someone deliberately drill here?'

He extended his hand and touched the aperture. The hole had been carved neatly, right at eye level. Sartaj pressed one eye against the opening, trying to look through to the other side, but encountered only darkness.

In reality, on the other side inside the storeroom, Sher had fitted a small wooden plug over the hole's mouth so no one could look through from the bathroom side.

Sartaj measured the depth of the hole with his finger; it extended deep into the structure. A subtle crease formed on his forehead. 

He could not immediately tell whether the hole was created recently or was an old flaw left behind during repairs. He stood there contemplating for a moment, a sliver of suspicion entering his officer's mind, though he lacked concrete proof.

Sartaj kept staring at the hole. As an experienced security officer officer, he knew that catching a culprit often required playing oblivious. He narrowed his eyes, lost in thought.

Sartaj [To Himself]: 'If I raise an alarm right now, the predator will flee. I need to find out whether this hole is part of some old repair work or if someone is actively breaching our privacy right this second.'

Just then, a clever tactic struck his mind. He picked up a tube of toothpaste resting nearby, squeezed a small amount onto his finger, and meticulously sealed the hole from the bathroom side. The white paste blended seamlessly into the tiles, making it impossible to tell at first glance that an opening ever existed.

It was a silent trap.

Sartaj thought with a cool smile, 'Now the game begins. If this paste gets dislodged or the hole is cleared out over the next few days, it will mean someone on the other side is trying to clear it. That person is present inside this very house, watching us. But if the paste remains untouched, it means it's just an old hole.'


Stepping out of the bathroom, he began getting dressed. His face was completely calm, as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.


Sartaj did not let a trace of his suspicion show on his face. He knew that if he mentioned anything to Meera, she would panic, shattering her sense of security. Like a master strategist, he buried the secret deep in his chest.

Sartaj: (Laughing) "Let's go, Meera! Jyoti, my child, you look like a little doll. Today, both of Papa's queens are looking the most beautiful."

Meera was delighted seeing Sartaj's relaxed demeanor, completely unaware that behind the shoulder she was leaning on, her husband's mind had already begun spinning a web to trap a predator.

They all boarded their vehicle and arrived at a luxurious, famous restaurant in the city. As Sartaj's black SUV pulled into the restaurant's portico, the venue buzzed with activity.

It was the most premium restaurant in town. As they stepped inside, the owner, Mr. Khanna—an old acquaintance and admirer of Sartaj's work—personally rushed forward to welcome them.

Mr. Khanna: (With folded hands, deeply respectful) "Ah! Sartaj Sir, our restaurant is honored today. Welcome, welcome! Meera Ji, greetings."

Mr. Khanna personally led them to the finest reserved corner table, offering a scenic view of the city lights.

Mr. Khanna: (Gesturing to the waiter) "Sartaj Sir and his family are our guests tonight. Tell the chef that the absolute best menu items should be served at this table."

Sartaj chatted merrily, feeding Jyoti and sharing laughs with Meera. From the outside, he appeared to be a content, stress-free husband, but a window in his mind remained locked onto that hole in the bathroom wall.

While Sartaj, Meera, and Jyoti were enjoying their dinner at the restaurant, a different demon had awakened inside Sher back at the bungalow. He knew he had at least an hour or two. An obsession took hold of him—he wanted to steal Meera's silky garments as 'trophies,' the very ones he had watched slip off her body.

He tiptoed into their master bedroom. The lingering scent of Meera's perfume hung in the air, fueling Sher's dark desires further. He eagerly opened a drawer in Meera's wardrobe. Among the neatly stacked clothes, he pulled out two sets of silk bras and panties—one in black and one in deep crimson. He stuffed them into his pocket, but his craving remained unsatisfied.

A toxic thought crossed his mind: the clothes Meera took off before her bath this evening would carry the genuine scent and warmth of her skin. Driven by this urge, he moved from the bedroom toward the attached bathroom.

The atmosphere inside the bathroom was still slightly damp. His eyes landed on the corner where Meera had discarded her worn pink bra and panties. Sher pounced on them, his eyes gleaming. 

Bringing the garments close to his face, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. That intoxicating scent of Meera's flesh rushed through his veins like an electric surge. He was on the verge of losing himself in that sensation when...

His eyes fell upon the hole in the wall that he had laboriously created.

Suddenly, the blood in Sher's body ran cold. He froze in his tracks.

Where that fine opening was supposed to be, a white substance now coated the tile.

The hole was completely sealed shut. Sher's breath caught in his throat, his hands trembling violently as his heart hammered against his ribs.

Sher [Internal Terror]: 'What... what is this? Who closed this hole? Did Memsaab notice it? Or... or was it the Sartaj ?'

Cold drops of sweat beaded on his forehead. He could not comprehend whether someone had done this inadvertently or if a trap had been laid to catch him.

A wave of terror surged through Sher's body. He knew Sartaj Singh was a seasoned hunter. Sartaj had neither questioned anyone about the hole nor raised an alarm—he had simply sealed it in absolute silence. It was a security officer officer's method of boxing in a criminal.

Sher [Internal Terror]: 'The Inspector turned out to be extremely sharp! He quietly shut this path and must now be waiting to see which mouse comes to clear it open again. If I touch this, my death is guaranteed.'

For a few moments, a wave of intense anger surged within him. He felt an agonizing frustration knowing that his daily 'color show' was now cancelled. He could not bear losing the habit of watching Meera naked through that opening. But then, his mind took a new turn. A wild, predatory glint returned to his eyes.

Sher [Internal Dialogue]: 'Alright, Inspector... you may have sealed the hole, but you cannot seal the path of this Sher's lust. The time for watching from afar is over. Now is the time to use that herbal potion. No more curtains—only direct possession.'

With utmost caution and dexterity, Sher placed Meera's discarded bra and panties back exactly where he had found them. He did not disturb a single thread, ensuring no one could suspect anyone had entered the room.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he took one last look at the sealed hole and swore a dark oath.

Sher's Resolve: "Enough watching from afar... these eyes are tired of just looking. Now these hands will squeeze those heavy breasts. These lips will taste that bare, velvety stomach... and absorb the warmth of those pink lips down below into my soul. Sartaj Singh, seal the hole or seal the door... this Sher will now reach that bed directly."

His intent was no longer merely to observe, but to completely claim Meera's silky frame.

Upon returning home, Sartaj maintained his composed demeanor. Finding an opportune moment, he stepped into the bathroom and immediately checked the white spot on the wall.

The toothpaste mark remained completely intact—white, dry, and undisturbed. Sartaj took a breath of relief, though his suspicion was not entirely dispelled. 

He carefully inspected the room and bathroom, examining Meera's arranged belongings, but everything sat in its proper place. Sher's cunning had worked; he had replaced the clothes so meticulously that even an experienced officer could not detect they had been handled.

Sartaj [To Himself]: 'Everything seems normal. Perhaps this hole really was old and no one has tampered with it yet. But wearing this security officer uniform, I've learned one lesson—never spring the trap until the predator steps right into the snare.'

He decided not to rush into action. He resolved to keep a close eye on this opening over the coming days. If it was an active threat, the intruder would eventually try to clear the paste.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the house, Sher sat in the dark, clutching his black potion vial in his palm with a sinister smile. He knew the Inspector's eyes were now locked on the wall, which was why he had shifted his target away from the wall and straight onto the bed.

The night deepened. Sartaj and Meera lay close together on the bed, Meera resting her head against Sartaj's chest as she drifted off to sleep.