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

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Tony leaned forward across the heavy mahogany desk, his voice dropping into that low, controlled tone that always made people around him straighten up.
“Listen carefully, Pandey. This is not a request. You take this as seriously as your life. Whatever plan you have cooked up, execute it without a single mistake. I want Nisha brought here. And not just her. Vidya comes with her. Both of them. No excuses.”
Tony’s younger brother, standing a few feet behind him with arms folded, gave a sharp nod.
“Exactly. Don’t come back empty-handed. We want both women under this roof within the week.”
Minister Pandey didn’t flinch. He sat there with that cold, almost bored expression he always wore when real power was being discussed. His fingers tapped once on the arm of the chair, then stilled.
“Both of you,” he said quietly, looking from Tony to his brother, “take rest. Prepare your bodies. You are going to fuck your enemies soon enough. They will be brought. When they arrive, do whatever you want with them. No restrictions from my side.”
A thin, unpleasant smile touched his lips.
“But my price is one hundred crores. That is non-negotiable. You get the women, I get the money. The moment they are standing in this house, the amount is transferred.”
Tony’s smirk was slow and dangerous. He leaned back in his chair, eyes half-lidded.
“Sanctioned. Money is not a problem. You will get every rupee the second both of them are here. Not one minute later.”
Pandey’s eyes lit with quiet satisfaction. One hundred crores. Clean. Untouchable. He rose from the chair, adjusting the cuff of his expensive shirt.
“Good. Then we understand each other. I have a meeting this evening. I will begin the process tonight.”
He gave them both a brief nod, turned, and walked out of the room without another word. The heavy door closed with a soft click.
Silence settled.
Tony remained seated for a long moment, staring at the closed door. Then a low, humourless laugh escaped him. He stood, walked to the large window, and looked out over the city lights without really seeing them.
“That bitch…” he muttered under his breath. “She planned every single step. Entered the dancers like she belonged there. Waited for her exact turn. Smiled. Performed. And then she did what she did right under my nose.”
His reflection in the glass smiled back at him—cold, sharp, already calculating.
“Okay, Nisha. Your move worked. You won this round.”
He turned away from the window, eyes dark with something far more dangerous than anger.
“But this is only the beginning. Within one week you will be standing in front of me again. And this time there will be no stage, no audience, no escape. You will become my slave in every way that matters. You will learn exactly how Tony settles accounts.”
A soft, almost affectionate laugh left him.
“Ha… ha… ha…”
He walked back to the desk, poured himself a slow drink, and raised the glass toward the empty room as if toasting an invisible opponent...


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Nisha sat at the dining table with a carefully neutral face, but her mind was racing.
Ever since that night she had been turning every possibility over and over. Who had entered the room while she was blindfolded and bound? Who had touched her, tasted her, taken her while she could see nothing and her arms were tied above her head? The memory still burned under her skin. She had almost narrowed it down… and the name that kept rising was the one sitting across from her now.
Rajesh had come home for lunch. Priya had set out a full spread—hot rotis, fragrant dal, two vegetable dishes, and a bowl of fresh curd. The moment Nisha walked in from the office, still in her formal saree, Rajesh called her to the table.
They had just started eating when Raghu appeared in the doorway.
Rajesh looked up with his usual easy smile. “Arre Raghu, come, sit. Food is ready. Eat with us.”
Raghu raised a hand politely. “You both start first. I’ll join later.”
Nisha’s eyes flicked up once—sharp, assessing—and then dropped back to her plate. She did not invite him. She did not even look at him again. But Raghu only smiled that same calm, unhurried smile and pulled out the chair directly opposite her. He sat down without waiting for further permission.
The table fell into a brief, charged silence.
Rajesh tore a roti and pushed the vegetable bowl toward his wife. “Eat properly, Nisha. Today the taste is really good. Priya has outdone herself.”
Raghu took a small helping, chewed slowly, and then spoke in that low, even voice that never needed to raise itself.
“Not today,” he said. “Day before yesterday… the taste was awesome.”
Nisha’s hand froze halfway to her mouth. Her eyes lifted and locked on him. Wide. Startled. Heat rushed into her cheeks so fast she felt the skin burn.
Rajesh laughed, completely oblivious. “Day before yesterday? I also ate that day, na? But I don’t think it was better than today’s. Today’s is richer.” He turned to his wife. “Nisha, you tell. Which one was better—today or day before yesterday?”
Nisha’s throat worked. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. No words came out.
Raghu’s gaze never left her face. His smile stayed soft, almost gentle, but his eyes were dark with private knowledge.
“I liked day before yesterday,” he said quietly, as if discussing nothing more serious than a meal. “So nice… and yummy.”
The words landed like a warm hand between her thighs.
Nisha’s fingers tightened around the edge of her plate. She could feel the exact memory rising—how she had been left blindfolded and tied on their bed after Rajesh’s sudden emergency call, how the door had opened again minutes later, how a mouth that was not her husband’s had moved over her body with slow, deliberate hunger. How that same mouth had tasted her until she shook. And now the man who had done it was sitting three feet away, calmly calling her “yummy” in front of her husband.
Rajesh kept eating, still smiling. “See, even Raghu prefers that day’s food. Maybe we should ask Priya to make the same dishes again.”
Raghu’s eyes stayed on Nisha. He lifted a spoon of dal, tasted it, and gave the smallest shake of his head.
“No need,” he murmured. “Some tastes… once is enough to remember for a long time.”
Nisha’s face was burning. She could not look away from him, yet she could not hold his gaze either. Every time she tried to drop her eyes, the memory of that night returned—her wrists pulled tight above her head, the cool air on her bare skin, the moment a tongue that was not Rajesh’s had dragged slowly between her legs while she could only gasp and twist helplessly.
Raghu leaned back slightly in his chair, still watching her with that same quiet smile.
“You should eat more, Nisha,” Rajesh told  said, voice mild. “You’re looking a little… restless today.”and you should be doing duty in office and investigates many cases. Si you should eat prompt..

Rajesh laughed again, missing every undercurrent. “She’s just tired from office. Eat, both of you. Food is getting cold.”
But across the table, Raghu’s eyes said something else entirely. Nisha guessing that he is teasing. But she should not revealed by her own. So she controlling her anger..