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

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Nisha is deep thinking. Nisha closed her bedroom door and leaned against it. Her eyes were shut. She felt full of shame.
The lunch table scene kept playing in her head.
Raghu’s calm voice saying, “Day before yesterday… so nice and yummy.”
Rajesh laughing without knowing anything.
She had sat there silent, her face burning, while the man who touched her in the dark smiled at her.
She pressed her hands on her eyes.
“I am such a fool,” she whispered.
How could she let another man touch her naked body? She was blindfolded. Her hands were tied above her head. Her husband had left her like that for some emergency work. Then Raghu came in. He touched her. He used his mouth on her. He pushed inside her while she could only twist and make soft sounds. The memory made her thighs press together. Shame burned hotter than the memory.
Then a new fear hit her hard....
""Recording.""
Her eyes opened wide.
She was completely helpless that night. Blindfold tight. Hands tied. What if Raghu filmed everything on his phone? What if he recorded every sound, every movement of her body?The person who fucked me, if he record in mobile?? Because I am in helpless condition so.. It's easy to shoot i mobile or camcorder..
The thought made her stomach drop. Cold sweat came on her back.
She needed to know if he left any proof. Fingerprints. Anything....








The thought made her stomach drop. Cold sweat came on her back.
She needed to know if he left any proof. Fingerprints. Anything.
She quickly called the forensic man.
“Ravi? This is Nisha. Come to my house right now.”
“Good evening, madam. What happened?”
“Just come fast. Don’t ask on the phone.”
She cut the call.
Then she started searching her room carefully.
She pulled the bedsheets off. She checked under the mattress. She looked at every part of the bed. She opened the side drawers and emptied them. She checked the wardrobe, the shelves, even the top part she never used.
Nothing.
She opened cupboard one. Empty.
Cupboard two. Empty.
Cupboard three – behind some towels – her hand touched something smooth.
She pulled it out.
A vibrator.... She found.

She recall how that person made vibration in cunt with this vibrator? Is he used this??
It had dried white marks on it.
Nisha stared at it.
“Thank god,” she said softly.
Not a phone. Not a memory card. Just this.
She felt some relief. She put it on the bed and kept searching. Soon she found a small gel bottle also. She put both things in a clear plastic bag. Her hands were shaking, but she felt stronger now.
“Now I can find the real thief,” she thought.
In one hour the doorbell rang...


Ravi came with a small bag. He looked polite and serious.
She took him to the bedroom and closed the door. She gave him the plastic bag.
“Take this. I need fingerprints and any other marks.”
Ravi wore thin gloves. He took out the vibrator carefully. He looked at it under the light. The dried white fluid was clear on the surface.
Nisha’s face turned red. She remembered how that same vibrator had been used on her while she was blind and tied. Now another person was seeing those marks. She felt deep shame.
Ravi spoke in a calm voice. “Madam… this is a vibrator. It was used.”
“I know,” she said.
“These marks are body fluid. Very clear.”
Her cheeks burned more. She forced the words out....






Ravi spoke in a calm voice. “Madam… this is a vibrator. It was used.” for ******. But she immediately replied
“I know,” she said.
“These marks are body fluid. Very clear.”
Her cheeks burned more. She forced the words out.
“It belongs to someone else. I need the fingerprints checked with one person’s details. I will give you the ID. Just tell me if it matches or not.”
Ravi nodded and packed it carefully. “Okay, madam. I will do it fast.”
“Please make it as quick as possible,” she said...







“Please make it as quick as possible,” she said.
Ravi left with the bag.
The moment the door closed, Nisha locked herself in the bedroom again and searched even more carefully.
She moved the lamps. She checked behind the mirror. She ran her hands on the walls. Nothing.
Then her eyes saw a small shiny thing between the flower decoration near the window.
She went closer. She pushed the flowers aside.
A tiny black camera was hidden there. The lens was pointed at the bed.
Nisha’s breath stopped. She panicked by watch the hidden cam..
Her mind went blank.... She was froze upto 2 minutes.
Who put this camera here?
Who entered her room and placed it?
Someone had watched her. Someone planned to record her. The vibrator, the gel, the teasing at the lunch table – all of it was part of a plan.
Her head started spinning. She held the table so she would not fall. The room suddenly felt unsafe. Every corner looked dangerous now.
She quickly called Ravi again, but he did not pick up. He had already left.
She took the tiny camera in her hand. The memory card was empty. Nothing was saved inside.
Still shaking, she called a camera expert.
“Come to my house now. I found a small camera. I need to know everything about it – who made it, if it sent any video, everything.”
While she waited, Nisha sat on the bed. The small camera rested on her open hand.
Her mind was full of confusion and fear.
Shame still burned inside her – the memory of Raghu’s mouth and how her body had answered even when she could not see.
Anger that someone entered her private room.
Fear that a video of that night could destroy her life.
And under all of it, one clear thought: Someone planned this carefully.
She looked at the empty camera lens.
“Who are you?” she whispered. “And what do you want from me?”
Outside, the evening light was becoming dark.
Inside the locked bedroom, Nisha sat very still with the secret camera in her hand, waiting for the expert.
Every small sound in the house made her heart jump.... Thinking and thinking...

The game had changed.
And she no longer knew who was hunting whom.