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

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Nisha walked out of her office with fire in her eyes.
The video was gone. Deleted completely from Raghu’s phone. The fingerprint match had confirmed everything. Now there was nothing left to fear — only rage. Pure, burning rage. She could not sit still. She could not wait. She wanted to face Raghu, beat the truth out of him, make him pay for every second he had used her body while she was blindfolded and helpless.
She started the car and drove straight home.
At the same time, Raghu sat in the living room and dialled a number.
“Tell me what she is doing,” he said quietly.
The voice on the other end answered at once. “Nisha madam is full of fire right now. She just left the office. I don’t know where she is going, but she looked ready to kill someone.”
Raghu laughed softly.
“She can’t do anything. Let her come.”
He ended the call and unlocked his own phone with a casual swipe.
The screen opened… empty.
No photos.
No videos.
No folders.
Nothing.
The entire memory was wiped clean.
Raghu’s smile disappeared. He stared at the blank screen for several long seconds. Confusion turned into cold understanding.
She trapped me. She somehow got inside my phone and erased everything.
He stood up at once and went straight to Nisha’s bedroom. He moved the flower decoration aside, searching for the hidden camera.
It was gone.
His eyes narrowed.
She knows everything.
A slow, dangerous smile returned to his face.
“Now it is time,” he whispered.
He walked to the other side of the house where Priya was sitting. He sat beside her, took her hand, and spoke in a soft, worried voice.
“Priya… Nisha has gone mad. She is blaming me for something I never did. She thinks I hurt her somehow. She is coming home right now to attack me. Maybe even kill me. I am scared.”
Priya’s face filled with anger and protectiveness.
“How dare she? That woman has always been arrogant. Don’t worry. I will not let her touch you.”
Raghu took out a small syringe from his pocket and placed it carefully in her palm.
“If she tries to attack me or take out a weapon… use this from behind. Just one quick injection in her neck. She will fall. Then we can control the situation.”
Priya closed her fingers around the syringe. Her eyes burned.
“That bitch. How dare she try to beat my husband? I will make sure she regrets it.”
Fifteen minutes later the front door slammed open.
“Raghu!” Nisha’s voice rang through the house, sharp with fury. “Raghu! Come here right now!”
Raghu walked into the living room with a calm face....






The moment she saw him, Nisha did not ask a single question. She stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. Then she hit him again on the chest, then on the shoulder, her hands moving fast with pure rage.
“You bastard! You recorded me! You kept that video! You put a camera in my room!”
Raghu raised his arms, trying to block the blows.
“Nisha, listen—wait—”
She did not listen. She kept hitting him, her breath coming hard, her eyes wild. Then her hand went to her waist. She pulled out a small black pistol, clicked the safety off, and pointed it straight at his chest.
“How dare you corner me?” she shouted, voice shaking with anger. “How dare you touch me while I was blindfolded? How dare you keep that video? I will end this right now!”
Raghu’s eyes flicked once toward the side of the room.
Priya had already moved.
She stepped silently from behind Nisha, raised the syringe, and pushed the needle hard into the side of Nisha’s neck.
Nisha’s body jerked.






































Her eyes widened in shock. The pistol trembled in her hand for one second, then her fingers loosened. The weapon dropped to the floor with a dull sound. Her legs gave way. She tried to turn, tried to speak, but only a broken sound left her throat.
Darkness rushed in fast.
She collapsed forward.
Raghu caught her before she hit the ground. He looked down at her unconscious face, then up at Priya.
A cold smile returned to his lips.
“Good,” he said quietly. “Now everything is under our control.”