Adultery NISHA:: A Hot Spy -Female Investigator Officer - Secret mission

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Tony’s Fury and the Basement:::::




Word reached Tony in pieces.
First a report that men were down in the lower corridor. Then another that the barred room was empty. He was already deep in drink, the same heavy state that had left Christopher loose and careless. The second message cut through the haze. He shoved the glass aside and went.
He moved through the compound with a drunk man’s urgency — too fast, too loud, slamming doors. When he reached the basement room the scene hit him all at once. Vidya was gone. Two of his men lay where they had fallen. In the corner his brother sat slumped against the wall, upper chest and shoulder dark with blood, eyes closed, breathing but out cold.
Tony’s face changed.
“Who is there behind this?!”
The shout tore through the lower level, raw and furious. He kicked a chair aside, checked Christopher’s pulse with rough hands, then turned in a full circle as if the empty room itself might answer him.
“Who?!”
In the hospitality suite Nisha heard the distant chaos only as a change in the building’s rhythm — more footsteps, raised voices, doors. She made the decision at once.
“You stay here,” she told Vidya. “I will come back in thirty minutes. Do not open the door for anyone except me.”
Vidya caught her wrist.
“No. Don’t go. We should leave together. You’ve already done enough.”
Nisha shook her head once.
“I want to see who Tony is. Face to face. Stay. Rest. That is an order from the one who pulled you out of that room.”
She did not wait for another argument. She slipped into the corridor and closed the door behind her.
The maze worked against the compound as much as for it once alarm had broken the usual patterns. Men moved in pairs toward the basement and the hospitality wing without clear direction. Nisha used the confusion. Anyone who crossed her path and tried to stop her went down hard and fast — a strike, a takedown, no wasted motion. She did not linger to finish anyone permanently. She only cleared the line and kept moving toward the lower level.
She reached the barred section and the open door of the room where Vidya had been held.
Tony stood alone in the middle of the space. Christopher still slumped in the corner. The other two men had not risen. Tony’s eyes were bloodshot and unfocused, but the rage in them was clear. He saw her and for a second simply stared — a woman in stage clothes, marked with a navel piercing, standing in his basement as if she belonged there.
Then he understood enough.
He dragged a pistol up from his belt, clumsy with drink, and fired.
The first shot went wide and buried itself in the wall behind her. Nisha was already moving. The second cracked past her shoulder. The third punched into the doorframe as she closed the distance. The fourth went high. The slide locked back on an empty chamber.
Tony stared at the useless gun for a fraction of a second too long.
Nisha covered the last steps and hit him three times — hard, precise, and final. The first strike took the air out of him. The second broke his balance. The third put him down on the floor beside the same wall where his brother still lay unconscious. Tony tried to rise once. His arms failed him. He collapsed fully and did not get up.
The basement room went quiet again.
Nisha stood over him long enough to confirm he was breathing and out, then turned without a word and started back toward the hospitality suite. Thirty minutes had not yet passed. Vidya was still waiting behind a closed door. The compound was waking up around the damage she had left in her path. The way out to the water was still open if they moved now.
She did not look back at the two brothers on the floor. The island had seen her face. The next minutes would decide whether that mattered more than the escape....



But Vidya hardly managed to came there and she saw there where Tony had fell she felt happy.. But Nisha not compromised... As she went near Tony and removed all his cloths.

And she turn to Vidya and tell vidua take revenge ob him. Kick his balls...

Vidya got so much dare and she beat exactly Tony balls and cock.... Hmmmmm haaaaaaaa he shouted...







Tony was still on the floor of the basement room, curled around the pain from Nisha’s earlier strike, trying to force air back into his lungs. Blood from the shoulder wound had soaked into his shirt. His vision swam. He heard footsteps and looked up.
Nisha stood over him. Beside her, Vidya — freed, unsteady, but upright — looked down at the man who had held her in this place.
Neither of them spoke at first.
Then Vidya stepped in and drove her foot hard between his legs, straight into the same place Nisha had already hit. Tony’s body jerked. A broken sound left him. Before he could roll away, Nisha followed with her own kick — precise, heavy, full of the anger she had carried since the video, since the island, since the moment she had seen what this den had done.
They did not stop at one each.
Vidya kicked again. Nisha kicked again. Tony tried to shield himself with his hands and failed. Every impact drove the air out of him and folded him tighter against the floor. The revenge was short, brutal, and exact — aimed only at the one place that would keep him down without needing another blade or bullet.
On the last blow his eyes found Nisha’s face.
She stood above him with pure, cold fury — the same officer who had made Ashok walk through a city market, the same woman the island had believed was dead. There was no pity in her expression. Only the final accounting of everything he and his brother had built here.
Tony’s strength went out of him. His hands slipped. His body collapsed fully onto the concrete, vision darkening at the edges, the pain in his groin and the blood loss from his shoulder pulling him under. He did not get up again...










“Can you walk?”
“Yes.” His voice was rough. “Just get us out.”
“Stay behind me. Do exactly what I say.”
They moved through the maze together. The compound’s design worked against its own people once the usual patterns had broken. Corridors that were meant to trap intruders now scattered the remaining men in the wrong directions. Nisha used every blind corner and every stretch of soft lighting she had memorised on the way in.
They reached the hospitality suite without another full fight. Nisha opened the door. Vidya was on her feet at once. Spurthi and Taboo were awake, startled by the sudden return and by the second freed captive.
Nisha’s orders were short and absolute.
“We’re leaving. All five of us. Now. Take nothing that slows you down. Stay behind me. If I stop, you stop. If I move, you move. No one separates.”
Vidya did not argue. Pratap steadied himself on the doorframe and nodded. The two dancers, shaken but not foolish, fell in at the rear. Nisha took the lead. Vidya stayed close at her shoulder. Pratap followed. Taboo and Spurthi closed the group.
The first resistance came at a junction halfway toward the outer wing. Two guards stepped into the corridor and reached for radios as much as for weapons. Nisha closed the distance before either call went out. The first man went down from a strike to the throat and a follow-up that put him on the floor. The second managed a wide swing; she took it on her forearm, stepped inside, and dropped him with a knee and an elbow. She did not finish them permanently. She only cleared the path and kept the group moving.
A second pair appeared near the storage access. These two were more careful and tried to block the width of the hall. Nisha pushed Vidya and the others into a shallow recess, then went in alone. The fight was longer by a few seconds and louder, but the result was the same. Both men ended on the ground. She waved the group forward before either could recover enough to shout a clear alarm.
Behind them, in the basement, Tony finally forced air back into his lungs and dragged himself onto his hands and knees. He still did not know how many were gone or which route they had taken. He only knew the woman had walked through his compound, emptied the held rooms, and left him crippled on the floor. By the time he could stand and start shouting broken orders, the five figures were already at the outer edge of the property......