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CBI DSP rahul
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18-02-2026, 05:28 PM
"As soon as the nurse announced, 'You have a baby boy... he's healthy,' everyone present there cheered and clapped.
A few days later, the priest who was performing the naming ceremony (or traditional rituals) asked, 'What is the boy's name?'
The child's father said, 'In this boy's horoscope, Rahu is very strong... so Rahul.'
That's how the elders named me Rahul."
A few days later, the priest who was performing the naming ceremony (or traditional rituals) asked, 'What is the boy's name?'
The child's father said, 'In this boy's horoscope, Rahu is very strong... so Rahul.'
That's how the elders named me Rahul."
18-02-2026, 05:33 PM
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"My life was going well in the beginning. My mom and dad were government college teachers.
They taught me letters and words from a very young age.
Grandfather, grandmother, maternal uncle (mama), and aunt — everyone was there.
They also enrolled me in college.
For some reason I didn't understand, fights started between mom and dad.
I couldn't make sense of it. Sometimes grandfather or mama would come, pacify them, and leave.
But within two days, it would start again. Not knowing what to do, I'd play with kids my age around the neighborhood.
One day when I came back from college, mom was shouting, 'You admitted that you fell in love with someone else, right?'
'Yes, shouldn't love come after marriage too?' Dad shouted back.
The next day, mama came. Dad went to college. It was just me and mom at home.
'Annya (brother), I can't stay with this man anymore,' she said.
'Shall I take a divorce then?' Saying this, he stood up strangely and went toward mom.
'You know my pain, right? I know he's completely abandoned me,' she said, holding mama's shoulders and placing her head on his chest in sorrow.
'Divorce is not the solution,' mama said, pressing and stroking mom's waist with his right hand.
She lifted her head and looked at mama strangely.
Mom was about to say something but stopped. Mama forcefully kissed her on the lips and pushed her into the bedroom.
He closed the door. From inside, mom was saying, 'No ra, this is wrong.'
After a little while, mom's moans like 'Ahh... s... aah' started coming. I went to the window outside to look.
Both of them had no clothes on their bodies. Mama was kissing and biting mom all over, stroking her pussy, and asked, 'How long has it been?'
'Five months,' she said shyly.
'The money spent on your wedding was all wasted,' saying that, mama held her shoulders and made her kneel.
Mom's face was right in front of mama's cock — it was big.
'How did you know it would turn out like this?' mom said uncomfortably.
Mama rubbed his cock on mom's lips. She opened her mouth, and he pushed it in.
Mom held mama's waist.
'Lick it with your tongue,' he said.
Mom was licking mama's cock, moving her head back and forth, sucking it.
'Ah, it feels so good,' mama said.
She kissed and licked the cock, then took mama's balls into her mouth.
Again, he put his cock back in mom's mouth and thrust his waist about twenty times. Mom moaned 'Ooh... ooh.'
Then he threw mom onto the bed, spread her thighs while standing.
He placed his cock between mom's thighs and pushed in. 'Ammaah,' she cried out.
Then mama started thrusting his waist fast. 'Annya... slow... slow,' mom shouted.
He stopped for a moment, then started again. Like that, he thrust for ten minutes and then stopped. All that time, even while moaning, mom was holding mama's waist.
After that, exhausted, he lay down next to mom.
I went back to the hall.
Half an hour later, mom started moaning and shouting again.
In the evening, as mama was leaving, he said, 'I'm not coming anymore. Do whatever you want,' and left.
Mom cried... After that, mama never bothered with mom again. The fights between dad and mom didn't stop. Dad would come home once a week.
One night I woke up and saw mom wasn't there. Moans were coming from the next room.
When I went to look, the door was open. Someone was thrusting on top of mom. Both had no clothes.
After six months, mom and dad got divorced.
'Whose responsibility is Rahul?' the judge asked.
Neither spoke... 'Okay, put Rahul in a hostel. Both of you share his expenses equally,' the judge said.
The priest garu (from the naming ceremony earlier) was also there as guardian.
'It's not good for him to stay here — for his future,' mom said.
'It's difficult for me too. I'll have more children again,' dad said.
'Then let's put him in Delhi,' the priest garu suggested.
He himself took me by train to Delhi.
I cried so much at the station. 'I won't go, I'll stay with you,' I said. Mom and dad felt bad, but for the sake of their lives, they sent me away.
"My life was going well in the beginning. My mom and dad were government college teachers.
They taught me letters and words from a very young age.
Grandfather, grandmother, maternal uncle (mama), and aunt — everyone was there.
They also enrolled me in college.
For some reason I didn't understand, fights started between mom and dad.
I couldn't make sense of it. Sometimes grandfather or mama would come, pacify them, and leave.
But within two days, it would start again. Not knowing what to do, I'd play with kids my age around the neighborhood.
One day when I came back from college, mom was shouting, 'You admitted that you fell in love with someone else, right?'
'Yes, shouldn't love come after marriage too?' Dad shouted back.
The next day, mama came. Dad went to college. It was just me and mom at home.
'Annya (brother), I can't stay with this man anymore,' she said.
'Shall I take a divorce then?' Saying this, he stood up strangely and went toward mom.
'You know my pain, right? I know he's completely abandoned me,' she said, holding mama's shoulders and placing her head on his chest in sorrow.
'Divorce is not the solution,' mama said, pressing and stroking mom's waist with his right hand.
She lifted her head and looked at mama strangely.
Mom was about to say something but stopped. Mama forcefully kissed her on the lips and pushed her into the bedroom.
He closed the door. From inside, mom was saying, 'No ra, this is wrong.'
After a little while, mom's moans like 'Ahh... s... aah' started coming. I went to the window outside to look.
Both of them had no clothes on their bodies. Mama was kissing and biting mom all over, stroking her pussy, and asked, 'How long has it been?'
'Five months,' she said shyly.
'The money spent on your wedding was all wasted,' saying that, mama held her shoulders and made her kneel.
Mom's face was right in front of mama's cock — it was big.
'How did you know it would turn out like this?' mom said uncomfortably.
Mama rubbed his cock on mom's lips. She opened her mouth, and he pushed it in.
Mom held mama's waist.
'Lick it with your tongue,' he said.
Mom was licking mama's cock, moving her head back and forth, sucking it.
'Ah, it feels so good,' mama said.
She kissed and licked the cock, then took mama's balls into her mouth.
Again, he put his cock back in mom's mouth and thrust his waist about twenty times. Mom moaned 'Ooh... ooh.'
Then he threw mom onto the bed, spread her thighs while standing.
He placed his cock between mom's thighs and pushed in. 'Ammaah,' she cried out.
Then mama started thrusting his waist fast. 'Annya... slow... slow,' mom shouted.
He stopped for a moment, then started again. Like that, he thrust for ten minutes and then stopped. All that time, even while moaning, mom was holding mama's waist.
After that, exhausted, he lay down next to mom.
I went back to the hall.
Half an hour later, mom started moaning and shouting again.
In the evening, as mama was leaving, he said, 'I'm not coming anymore. Do whatever you want,' and left.
Mom cried... After that, mama never bothered with mom again. The fights between dad and mom didn't stop. Dad would come home once a week.
One night I woke up and saw mom wasn't there. Moans were coming from the next room.
When I went to look, the door was open. Someone was thrusting on top of mom. Both had no clothes.
After six months, mom and dad got divorced.
'Whose responsibility is Rahul?' the judge asked.
Neither spoke... 'Okay, put Rahul in a hostel. Both of you share his expenses equally,' the judge said.
The priest garu (from the naming ceremony earlier) was also there as guardian.
'It's not good for him to stay here — for his future,' mom said.
'It's difficult for me too. I'll have more children again,' dad said.
'Then let's put him in Delhi,' the priest garu suggested.
He himself took me by train to Delhi.
I cried so much at the station. 'I won't go, I'll stay with you,' I said. Mom and dad felt bad, but for the sake of their lives, they sent me away.
18-02-2026, 05:37 PM
"I kept crying in the train. The priest garu consoled me. The thought of having to live without my mom and dad filled me with fear.
The train reached Delhi via Madhya Pradesh without caring about me.
I couldn't understand what kind of place this city was.
Since they had come here before, they took me straight and enrolled me in the college hostel.
After they left, I became truly alone. Whenever I got fever from the cold or heat, the warden would look after me.
There were all kinds of people in the hostel.
It took me a long time just to understand Hindi.
I hadn't excelled in studies before this.
I'd wash my own clothes, clean my plate after eating, and cry while doing it.
Mom and dad never wrote letters.
Only the priest garu wrote. He wrote that both had remarried separately.
Time passed gradually. I passed 10th class with low marks.
My friends kept changing like this. New ones came. Some started smoking cigarettes and beedis.
** While in class, when changes started happening in my body, the warden gave a big lecture and educated us about it.
Because I'd been there for so many years, he had affection for me. His daughter called me 'Bhaiyya' (brother).
** After that, I had to move to a separate room.
Money came every month as per the court order.
With my marks, I joined History (for further studies).
Alone and not knowing what to do, I'd roam all over Delhi, spend time fun with friends.
The cold here is intense, and so is the heat.
I'd do small odd jobs just to pass time.
After joining BA, one lecturer got me placed as an assistant with a newspaper editor.
The editor was quite elderly. His daughter called me 'Annya' (brother).
I'd handle office work and read books in his library.
Because he was a socialist, he'd discuss economy and politics with me.
While in final year of degree, a big problem came up.
'Guru please, I paid the full fees to the academy,' my friend said.
'Will they give it back?'
'No, I'm going to Saudi with my dad anyway. You join,' he forced me.
With no choice, right after exams, I went to civil services coaching with the money he had paid.
That coaching became the turning point—or end—of my studies.
After writing prelims, while trying for a full-time job with the editor, a letter came saying I'd cleared the exam.
Shocked, I wrote the mains, then the interview.
I said whatever I knew.
Results came. My rank was 756.
Because of that, I got a Deputy post in Central Investigation (likely CBI or similar) in Group B.
Media talked about those who got IAS/IPS.
Where was I in comparison?
Anyway, what came, came. The training center is right here.
The editor was delighted. When I told priest garu, he blessed me.
I also told the hostel warden. His daughter said, 'I have to give you sweets, Annya,' took me to the kitchen, put her arms around my shoulders, and said, 'This is the first time I'm wearing a saree today.'
'Really looks good,' I said.
She kissed me on both cheeks.
'A gift from your little sister to big brother,' she said.
'I can tell,' I replied.
She pressed her breasts against my chest.
While I looked shyly, I squeezed her buttocks. She gave a firm kiss on my lips. 'You've become big now,' she said, holding my lips with hers and sucking while giving her tongue.
I took her tongue into my mouth, entwined it with mine, and kissed deeply.
She too licked and kissed my lips.
'Dad is here, otherwise...' she winked.
Later, when I went to the editor's house, he wasn't there.
'I have to give you sweets, Annya,' his daughter said.
I was already in the mood. 'What is it, chat?' I asked (playfully).
The girl was in a nightie. 'Boyfriend,' she said smiling.
'Since when?' I asked.
'Just two days,' she replied.
Before she finished speaking, I squeezed her left breast.
She looked shocked since I'd never done that before.
'You said sweets,' I laughed and squeezed again.
She thought for a moment, 'If dad finds out...'
I said 'Okay,' removed my hand, and started to leave. 'Annya, wait,' she said. I stopped at the door.
She came and was about to say 'That's not what I meant' when I grabbed her waist with both hands, pulled her close, and pressed my erect cock against her.
'S... you're acting strange today,' she said.
With one hand, she closed the door and said, 'Dad won't come tonight.' I put my hands on her back, hugged her tightly, and kissed her neck.
She must be around eighteen at most.
I slid my hands up and pulled down the zip of her nightie.
As I slid the nightie off her shoulders, she closed her eyes in shyness.
Once the nightie slipped off, her fair, sexy body glistened in front of me.
"I kept crying in the train. The priest garu consoled me. The thought of having to live without my mom and dad filled me with fear.
The train reached Delhi via Madhya Pradesh without caring about me.
I couldn't understand what kind of place this city was.
Since they had come here before, they took me straight and enrolled me in the college hostel.
After they left, I became truly alone. Whenever I got fever from the cold or heat, the warden would look after me.
There were all kinds of people in the hostel.
It took me a long time just to understand Hindi.
I hadn't excelled in studies before this.
I'd wash my own clothes, clean my plate after eating, and cry while doing it.
Mom and dad never wrote letters.
Only the priest garu wrote. He wrote that both had remarried separately.
Time passed gradually. I passed 10th class with low marks.
My friends kept changing like this. New ones came. Some started smoking cigarettes and beedis.
** While in class, when changes started happening in my body, the warden gave a big lecture and educated us about it.
Because I'd been there for so many years, he had affection for me. His daughter called me 'Bhaiyya' (brother).
** After that, I had to move to a separate room.
Money came every month as per the court order.
With my marks, I joined History (for further studies).
Alone and not knowing what to do, I'd roam all over Delhi, spend time fun with friends.
The cold here is intense, and so is the heat.
I'd do small odd jobs just to pass time.
After joining BA, one lecturer got me placed as an assistant with a newspaper editor.
The editor was quite elderly. His daughter called me 'Annya' (brother).
I'd handle office work and read books in his library.
Because he was a socialist, he'd discuss economy and politics with me.
While in final year of degree, a big problem came up.
'Guru please, I paid the full fees to the academy,' my friend said.
'Will they give it back?'
'No, I'm going to Saudi with my dad anyway. You join,' he forced me.
With no choice, right after exams, I went to civil services coaching with the money he had paid.
That coaching became the turning point—or end—of my studies.
After writing prelims, while trying for a full-time job with the editor, a letter came saying I'd cleared the exam.
Shocked, I wrote the mains, then the interview.
I said whatever I knew.
Results came. My rank was 756.
Because of that, I got a Deputy post in Central Investigation (likely CBI or similar) in Group B.
Media talked about those who got IAS/IPS.
Where was I in comparison?
Anyway, what came, came. The training center is right here.
The editor was delighted. When I told priest garu, he blessed me.
I also told the hostel warden. His daughter said, 'I have to give you sweets, Annya,' took me to the kitchen, put her arms around my shoulders, and said, 'This is the first time I'm wearing a saree today.'
'Really looks good,' I said.
She kissed me on both cheeks.
'A gift from your little sister to big brother,' she said.
'I can tell,' I replied.
She pressed her breasts against my chest.
While I looked shyly, I squeezed her buttocks. She gave a firm kiss on my lips. 'You've become big now,' she said, holding my lips with hers and sucking while giving her tongue.
I took her tongue into my mouth, entwined it with mine, and kissed deeply.
She too licked and kissed my lips.
'Dad is here, otherwise...' she winked.
Later, when I went to the editor's house, he wasn't there.
'I have to give you sweets, Annya,' his daughter said.
I was already in the mood. 'What is it, chat?' I asked (playfully).
The girl was in a nightie. 'Boyfriend,' she said smiling.
'Since when?' I asked.
'Just two days,' she replied.
Before she finished speaking, I squeezed her left breast.
She looked shocked since I'd never done that before.
'You said sweets,' I laughed and squeezed again.
She thought for a moment, 'If dad finds out...'
I said 'Okay,' removed my hand, and started to leave. 'Annya, wait,' she said. I stopped at the door.
She came and was about to say 'That's not what I meant' when I grabbed her waist with both hands, pulled her close, and pressed my erect cock against her.
'S... you're acting strange today,' she said.
With one hand, she closed the door and said, 'Dad won't come tonight.' I put my hands on her back, hugged her tightly, and kissed her neck.
She must be around eighteen at most.
I slid my hands up and pulled down the zip of her nightie.
As I slid the nightie off her shoulders, she closed her eyes in shyness.
Once the nightie slipped off, her fair, sexy body glistened in front of me.
19-02-2026, 07:35 PM
I undressed my pants and shirt and said, "Open your eyes." She shyly shook her head sideways.
While I was holding and squeezing her breasts, she laughed, opened her eyes, sat up, and looked at my erect cock.
"Oh my god, it's so big," she said in fear.
"Hold it," I said.
She grabbed it with her right hand, squeezing and stroking it, and said again, "It's huge."
I placed my right hand between her thighs and started fingering her pussy. "Sss ahh," she moaned.
Since it was my first time too, I had some tension inside me.
Even just by rubbing her pussy with my fingers, she was writhing and moaning "Ahh." I understood what a tender pussy feels like.
"Harini, you are sexy," I said, slapping her ass.
"Sss, don't hit," she said, laughing. I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her; she wrapped her thighs around my waist and sat on me.
I carried Harini like that into the bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and got on top of her.
While her breasts were getting crushed under my chest, she said huskily, "Will you put it in?"
Looking into her eyes, I rubbed my cock against her pussy and suddenly pushed it all the way inside in one thrust. Even though her hymen blocked it, my cock tore through and went deep into her pussy.
"Aaah, Annayya!" Harini screamed as soon as my cock entered her pussy.
Tears came from her eyes. "You monster," she said painfully. I fucked her hard. "Sss," she said.
I fucked again, "Abbah," she said. I kept fucking without stopping...
Harini was moaning and pulling my waist closer, enjoying it...
While I was squeezing her breasts, biting her cheeks, and fucking her pussy, my lust was building. "Enough, slow... slow," Harini said after about five minutes.
I pinned her body down without letting her move and kept thrusting into her pussy. She started crying softly, "Please, enough, Annayya..." I bit her lips and fucked her pussy hard for another five minutes before I came inside her.
She lay there exhausted. I got up and came to the room... For the first time, I truly understood what sex feels like.
###
The next day, I went to the training center and reported.
They gave me a room right there.
The Director introduced the newcomers: "Good guys, out of the twenty selected, only fifteen have come. The rest didn't show up. Some of you might leave during the training too. Whatever it is, CBI is an agency our country needs. Only IB and CBI know what's really happening in the country... So don't underestimate the job," he said.
Just as he said, before the training even finished, five more wrote another exam and left for higher posts.
We ten continued the training.
It was a bit tough for me. The physical training was pure hell.
Because I didn't have much education, I had to work extra hard to learn law and investigation methods.
Still, with good food, good trainers, and good batchmates, it passed enjoyably.
As soon as the stipend started coming, I wrote a letter to my mom and dad saying "I no longer need money, "
and sent a copy to the court.
After completed indoor training at the academy, they sent us for practical training on existing cases.
I learned how they gather information, how raids are conducted.
I came to know there are different types of cases—crime, economic—plus things Income Tax and Enforcement can't handle, cases security officer can't do are given to us.
There are offices in all states... I traveled across the entire country... Firing, raiding, swimming, typing, computers—everything, not just one thing, you have to learn it all.
In the final results, I came third place. Friends said it was a party. Among the ten of us, I didn't care about who got more or less, but we all partied together.
Everyone went to some state or another... They told me to stay at the Delhi Head Office.
I undressed my pants and shirt and said, "Open your eyes." She shyly shook her head sideways.
While I was holding and squeezing her breasts, she laughed, opened her eyes, sat up, and looked at my erect cock.
"Oh my god, it's so big," she said in fear.
"Hold it," I said.
She grabbed it with her right hand, squeezing and stroking it, and said again, "It's huge."
I placed my right hand between her thighs and started fingering her pussy. "Sss ahh," she moaned.
Since it was my first time too, I had some tension inside me.
Even just by rubbing her pussy with my fingers, she was writhing and moaning "Ahh." I understood what a tender pussy feels like.
"Harini, you are sexy," I said, slapping her ass.
"Sss, don't hit," she said, laughing. I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her; she wrapped her thighs around my waist and sat on me.
I carried Harini like that into the bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and got on top of her.
While her breasts were getting crushed under my chest, she said huskily, "Will you put it in?"
Looking into her eyes, I rubbed my cock against her pussy and suddenly pushed it all the way inside in one thrust. Even though her hymen blocked it, my cock tore through and went deep into her pussy.
"Aaah, Annayya!" Harini screamed as soon as my cock entered her pussy.
Tears came from her eyes. "You monster," she said painfully. I fucked her hard. "Sss," she said.
I fucked again, "Abbah," she said. I kept fucking without stopping...
Harini was moaning and pulling my waist closer, enjoying it...
While I was squeezing her breasts, biting her cheeks, and fucking her pussy, my lust was building. "Enough, slow... slow," Harini said after about five minutes.
I pinned her body down without letting her move and kept thrusting into her pussy. She started crying softly, "Please, enough, Annayya..." I bit her lips and fucked her pussy hard for another five minutes before I came inside her.
She lay there exhausted. I got up and came to the room... For the first time, I truly understood what sex feels like.
###
The next day, I went to the training center and reported.
They gave me a room right there.
The Director introduced the newcomers: "Good guys, out of the twenty selected, only fifteen have come. The rest didn't show up. Some of you might leave during the training too. Whatever it is, CBI is an agency our country needs. Only IB and CBI know what's really happening in the country... So don't underestimate the job," he said.
Just as he said, before the training even finished, five more wrote another exam and left for higher posts.
We ten continued the training.
It was a bit tough for me. The physical training was pure hell.
Because I didn't have much education, I had to work extra hard to learn law and investigation methods.
Still, with good food, good trainers, and good batchmates, it passed enjoyably.
As soon as the stipend started coming, I wrote a letter to my mom and dad saying "I no longer need money, "
and sent a copy to the court.
After completed indoor training at the academy, they sent us for practical training on existing cases.
I learned how they gather information, how raids are conducted.
I came to know there are different types of cases—crime, economic—plus things Income Tax and Enforcement can't handle, cases security officer can't do are given to us.
There are offices in all states... I traveled across the entire country... Firing, raiding, swimming, typing, computers—everything, not just one thing, you have to learn it all.
In the final results, I came third place. Friends said it was a party. Among the ten of us, I didn't care about who got more or less, but we all partied together.
Everyone went to some state or another... They told me to stay at the Delhi Head Office.
19-02-2026, 07:45 PM
Case 1
I toured the entire office. Case files were piled up everywhere.
I met and introduced myself to the senior officers.
Some were Group A officers, while others had joined Central Investigation like me.
There was budget and authority.
Parandhamam garu, who had come from Andhra Pradesh and was working here—a Group A officer with a higher rank than me.
On the second day, he called me in. I went.
"Sit down, Rahul. There’s a small task you need to handle," he said, blending a request with an order.
"Tell me, sir."
"An officer was murdered in Srinagar. The security officer claim terrorists killed him.
But his family has doubts. They approached the higher court, and the case was assigned to us," he explained.
"OK."
"I’ve gone through the case file—there’s nothing substantial in it. Verify it for me, and I’ll close the file," he said.
I understood: being older, he didn’t want to travel there himself, so he was passing it to me.
"Alright," I replied, took a copy of the file, and boarded a flight to Srinagar.
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Three hours later, I landed, hired a car, and headed into the city. I checked into a hotel near Dal Lake.
Kashmiri girls are strikingly beautiful. As I wandered the streets, looking at some filled my heart with joy; others stirred my desire.
On the second day, I visited the security officer station where the deceased officer had worked.
The place was chaotic. No one seemed to be doing any real work.
"My name is Rahul, Deputy Officer, Central Investigation," I announced.
"Tell me," replied the new officer in charge.
"I need details about the murdered officer," I said.
"He was from a nearby village—poor guy, he’s gone," the officer replied, giving me basic information about him.
I noticed some tension among the security personnel there.
I noted down his address, hired a jeep, and drove to the village.
Crops in Kashmir look good, but poverty is widespread.
When I reached his house, his mother, father, and wife were there.
"I’ve come for some details," I explained.
They invited me to sit and offered tea. When I looked at his wife, my body reacted again. I silently scolded myself.
"We had only one son. He joined the security officer. Just a week after his marriage, he was gone," his mother said, breaking into tears. It reminded me of my own mother.
"Why do you suspect something else?" I asked.
"He wouldn’t take even a single rupee as a bribe. He was deeply dutiful. The security officer say terrorists killed him—but why would he go anywhere near terrorists? And where exactly did this so-called encounter happen?" his father asked. He was a farmer. It reminded me of my own father.
"Alright, I’ll verify everything," I said and left. On the main road, I stopped at a shop, bought a cigarette, and lit it.
Just then, the officer’s wife appeared, walking toward the road. She saw me and smiled.
"I need to go into town. The bus stops here," she said.
"I’m heading that way too. Get in the jeep," I offered. She hesitated but eventually climbed in.
While driving, I asked, "What do you do?"
"My name is Razia. I’m a college teacher," she replied with a smile.
"Your smile is beautiful," I said. She gave me a quick, sharp glance, then laughed softly.
"My in-laws are grieving terribly," she said.
"So far, whatever they’ve told the security officer hasn’t been accepted," I replied.
She fell silent. Every time the jeep hit a bump, her breasts swayed, and something stirred inside me.
I pointed out the hotel. "This is where I’m staying," I said, and gave her my phone number. She got out and walked to the nearby college.
Back in my room, I read through the forensic reports and security officer statements.
By lunchtime, I had finished reading everything.
There was no apparent suspicion anywhere; the case seemed ready to be closed. While I was drafting the report, about five minutes in, I suddenly heard a faint "wrong wrong" sound coming from somewhere inside—maybe intuition or a gut feeling.
I didn’t understand it at first. It happened again. My sixth sense wasn’t buying the official story. Something felt off—there was a twist here.
Just then, Parandhamam garu called, asking if the report was finished.
Around 4 p.m., someone knocked on my door. I opened it—Razia.
I toured the entire office. Case files were piled up everywhere.
I met and introduced myself to the senior officers.
Some were Group A officers, while others had joined Central Investigation like me.
There was budget and authority.
Parandhamam garu, who had come from Andhra Pradesh and was working here—a Group A officer with a higher rank than me.
On the second day, he called me in. I went.
"Sit down, Rahul. There’s a small task you need to handle," he said, blending a request with an order.
"Tell me, sir."
"An officer was murdered in Srinagar. The security officer claim terrorists killed him.
But his family has doubts. They approached the higher court, and the case was assigned to us," he explained.
"OK."
"I’ve gone through the case file—there’s nothing substantial in it. Verify it for me, and I’ll close the file," he said.
I understood: being older, he didn’t want to travel there himself, so he was passing it to me.
"Alright," I replied, took a copy of the file, and boarded a flight to Srinagar.
Three hours later, I landed, hired a car, and headed into the city. I checked into a hotel near Dal Lake.
Kashmiri girls are strikingly beautiful. As I wandered the streets, looking at some filled my heart with joy; others stirred my desire.
On the second day, I visited the security officer station where the deceased officer had worked.
The place was chaotic. No one seemed to be doing any real work.
"My name is Rahul, Deputy Officer, Central Investigation," I announced.
"Tell me," replied the new officer in charge.
"I need details about the murdered officer," I said.
"He was from a nearby village—poor guy, he’s gone," the officer replied, giving me basic information about him.
I noticed some tension among the security personnel there.
I noted down his address, hired a jeep, and drove to the village.
Crops in Kashmir look good, but poverty is widespread.
When I reached his house, his mother, father, and wife were there.
"I’ve come for some details," I explained.
They invited me to sit and offered tea. When I looked at his wife, my body reacted again. I silently scolded myself.
"We had only one son. He joined the security officer. Just a week after his marriage, he was gone," his mother said, breaking into tears. It reminded me of my own mother.
"Why do you suspect something else?" I asked.
"He wouldn’t take even a single rupee as a bribe. He was deeply dutiful. The security officer say terrorists killed him—but why would he go anywhere near terrorists? And where exactly did this so-called encounter happen?" his father asked. He was a farmer. It reminded me of my own father.
"Alright, I’ll verify everything," I said and left. On the main road, I stopped at a shop, bought a cigarette, and lit it.
Just then, the officer’s wife appeared, walking toward the road. She saw me and smiled.
"I need to go into town. The bus stops here," she said.
"I’m heading that way too. Get in the jeep," I offered. She hesitated but eventually climbed in.
While driving, I asked, "What do you do?"
"My name is Razia. I’m a college teacher," she replied with a smile.
"Your smile is beautiful," I said. She gave me a quick, sharp glance, then laughed softly.
"My in-laws are grieving terribly," she said.
"So far, whatever they’ve told the security officer hasn’t been accepted," I replied.
She fell silent. Every time the jeep hit a bump, her breasts swayed, and something stirred inside me.
I pointed out the hotel. "This is where I’m staying," I said, and gave her my phone number. She got out and walked to the nearby college.
Back in my room, I read through the forensic reports and security officer statements.
By lunchtime, I had finished reading everything.
There was no apparent suspicion anywhere; the case seemed ready to be closed. While I was drafting the report, about five minutes in, I suddenly heard a faint "wrong wrong" sound coming from somewhere inside—maybe intuition or a gut feeling.
I didn’t understand it at first. It happened again. My sixth sense wasn’t buying the official story. Something felt off—there was a twist here.
Just then, Parandhamam garu called, asking if the report was finished.
Around 4 p.m., someone knocked on my door. I opened it—Razia.
19-02-2026, 07:51 PM
"Hi, Razia," I said.
She stood there shyly. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into the room.
"I was on my way back from college and thought I'd come see you," she said.
"Then why are you just standing outside?" I teased, giving her ass a playful slap.
She laughed and replied, "Coming to a hotel room like this isn’t something I’m used to."
I handed Razia a cup of hot milk.
"There are no real clues in your husband’s case," I told her.
"Who knows? We’re from the same village. Since both of us had jobs, our families arranged the marriage," Razia said.
"Do you suspect anyone?"
"He was gone within a week of our marriage. Honestly, I barely even knew him. My mother said she’d arrange another marriage for me. But because my in-laws had doubts, they went to court," she explained.
"Why do they have doubts?" I asked.
"Unemployment is very high here. People who have jobs are constantly under pressure," she replied.
When she bent over to place the empty cup on the table after drinking the milk, her breast gleamed through the neckline of her kurta.
I felt the urge to kiss her, but I held back, wondering if it would be wrong.
"The security officer take a lot of bribes—it’s the same across the whole country," I said thoughtfully.
"I should go," Razia said.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her lips.
At first, she looked surprised. I kissed her lower lip and touched it with my tongue. When Razia slightly parted her lips, I slipped my tongue inside. She entwined her tongue with mine, kissing me passionately, and pressed her breasts firmly against my chest.
While kissing her deeply, I unhooked her pajama top.
I pulled her pajama and panties down in one motion.
Razia trembled as she looked at me. I caressed her ass and thighs and whispered, "If you say no, I’ll stop."
I placed my hand between her thighs, pressed her pussy, then slipped my hand under her kurta and grabbed her right breast.
Shyly, Razia planted soft kisses on my cheeks.
I slid a finger into her pussy, moved it around, and asked, "How does it feel?" Then I added a second finger.
"Sss ahhh," she moaned, quickly pulling off her kurta and tossing it aside. Her sexy body was glowing.
I sat on the sofa. Razia offered her breast to my mouth.
While fingering her pussy, I took her nipple into my mouth, sucked it, and squeezed the other breast with my hand. When I gently bit the nipple, she cried out, "Abbah!"
She offered the other breast as well. I sucked it, licked the nipple, and nibbled it lightly.
As my fingers moved inside her pussy, she reached orgasm, screaming, "Abbah! Ahhh!"
I lifted Razia and threw her onto the bed. I stripped off my clothes, straddled her chest, and said, "Open your mouth," while rubbing my cock against her lips.
"No," Razia said.
I rubbed my cock across her cheeks and coaxed, "Open your mouth—it’ll feel good."
She gave me a naughty look, then started planting little kisses on my cock and licking it.
As precum began to leak, she licked it with her tongue and held the tip between her lips.
I pushed my cock into her mouth and said, "Good."
She winked at me. I began thrusting strokes into her mouth.
Fucking the mouth of such a beautiful girl, I silently thanked Parandhamam garu.
After about ten strokes, I increased the speed. Razia moaned and looked up at me pleadingly, but I pushed deeper into her throat.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, lay on top of her, and thrust it hard into her pussy between her thighs.
"Ayy ma!" Razia screamed, gripping me tightly. Her pussy wasn’t adjusting to my size.
I bit her cheeks while forcefully pushing my cock into her tight pussy—thrusting in and pulling out repeatedly. She screamed in pain because it didn’t fit easily, moaning loudly.
I lost all control. Gathering all my strength in my hips, I started fucking her pussy hard. One minute, two, five, ten minutes... I could hear her moans and feel her juices flowing as she cried out. In between, Razia kept saying, "Slow... joroo si nahi" (not so hard). I sealed her mouth with a deep kiss and kept pounding until I finally released my cum deep inside her pussy.
Exhausted, I collapsed beside Razia.
Half an hour later, Razia got dressed and handed me a cup of milk. Winking, she said, "Marry me."
After that, we both went out and took a boat ride on Dal Lake. I lost count of how many kisses I gave Razia. Finally, I dropped her near her home in the jeep.
I squeezed her breast, gave her a deep lip kiss, and said, "I’ll come again tomorrow."
My darling Razia walked toward her house.
"Hi, Razia," I said.
She stood there shyly. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into the room.
"I was on my way back from college and thought I'd come see you," she said.
"Then why are you just standing outside?" I teased, giving her ass a playful slap.
She laughed and replied, "Coming to a hotel room like this isn’t something I’m used to."
I handed Razia a cup of hot milk.
"There are no real clues in your husband’s case," I told her.
"Who knows? We’re from the same village. Since both of us had jobs, our families arranged the marriage," Razia said.
"Do you suspect anyone?"
"He was gone within a week of our marriage. Honestly, I barely even knew him. My mother said she’d arrange another marriage for me. But because my in-laws had doubts, they went to court," she explained.
"Why do they have doubts?" I asked.
"Unemployment is very high here. People who have jobs are constantly under pressure," she replied.
When she bent over to place the empty cup on the table after drinking the milk, her breast gleamed through the neckline of her kurta.
I felt the urge to kiss her, but I held back, wondering if it would be wrong.
"The security officer take a lot of bribes—it’s the same across the whole country," I said thoughtfully.
"I should go," Razia said.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her lips.
At first, she looked surprised. I kissed her lower lip and touched it with my tongue. When Razia slightly parted her lips, I slipped my tongue inside. She entwined her tongue with mine, kissing me passionately, and pressed her breasts firmly against my chest.
While kissing her deeply, I unhooked her pajama top.
I pulled her pajama and panties down in one motion.
Razia trembled as she looked at me. I caressed her ass and thighs and whispered, "If you say no, I’ll stop."
I placed my hand between her thighs, pressed her pussy, then slipped my hand under her kurta and grabbed her right breast.
Shyly, Razia planted soft kisses on my cheeks.
I slid a finger into her pussy, moved it around, and asked, "How does it feel?" Then I added a second finger.
"Sss ahhh," she moaned, quickly pulling off her kurta and tossing it aside. Her sexy body was glowing.
I sat on the sofa. Razia offered her breast to my mouth.
While fingering her pussy, I took her nipple into my mouth, sucked it, and squeezed the other breast with my hand. When I gently bit the nipple, she cried out, "Abbah!"
She offered the other breast as well. I sucked it, licked the nipple, and nibbled it lightly.
As my fingers moved inside her pussy, she reached orgasm, screaming, "Abbah! Ahhh!"
I lifted Razia and threw her onto the bed. I stripped off my clothes, straddled her chest, and said, "Open your mouth," while rubbing my cock against her lips.
"No," Razia said.
I rubbed my cock across her cheeks and coaxed, "Open your mouth—it’ll feel good."
She gave me a naughty look, then started planting little kisses on my cock and licking it.
As precum began to leak, she licked it with her tongue and held the tip between her lips.
I pushed my cock into her mouth and said, "Good."
She winked at me. I began thrusting strokes into her mouth.
Fucking the mouth of such a beautiful girl, I silently thanked Parandhamam garu.
After about ten strokes, I increased the speed. Razia moaned and looked up at me pleadingly, but I pushed deeper into her throat.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, lay on top of her, and thrust it hard into her pussy between her thighs.
"Ayy ma!" Razia screamed, gripping me tightly. Her pussy wasn’t adjusting to my size.
I bit her cheeks while forcefully pushing my cock into her tight pussy—thrusting in and pulling out repeatedly. She screamed in pain because it didn’t fit easily, moaning loudly.
I lost all control. Gathering all my strength in my hips, I started fucking her pussy hard. One minute, two, five, ten minutes... I could hear her moans and feel her juices flowing as she cried out. In between, Razia kept saying, "Slow... joroo si nahi" (not so hard). I sealed her mouth with a deep kiss and kept pounding until I finally released my cum deep inside her pussy.
Exhausted, I collapsed beside Razia.
Half an hour later, Razia got dressed and handed me a cup of milk. Winking, she said, "Marry me."
After that, we both went out and took a boat ride on Dal Lake. I lost count of how many kisses I gave Razia. Finally, I dropped her near her home in the jeep.
I squeezed her breast, gave her a deep lip kiss, and said, "I’ll come again tomorrow."
My darling Razia walked toward her house.
19-02-2026, 07:57 PM
As I was heading back, I saw several constables from the station loading some girls into a jeep and driving off somewhere.
I followed them. They entered a building.
I got out of the jeep and waited. It was nighttime, and the cold was intense.
When one of the constables came out and went to a nearby shop to buy cigarettes, I approached him.
He recognized me.
"Whose house is this? Why are you hanging around here?" I asked.
"It's the SP's house, sir. If girls are needed, I bring them," he said.
"Light one for me," I said.
"You're an officer," he replied hesitantly.
"Doesn't matter," I said. He lit a cigarette for himself.
"Didn't you collect the money and hand it over?" I asked.
"We gave it yesterday, sir."
"And today's girls?" I pressed.
"Yes, sir. Our SI is handling it," he said.
"Really? Whenever someone says something, how does it always turn out this way?" I muttered, thinking aloud.
"The deceased SI never did things like this, sir. He wasn't the type to bow down to the SP," he added.
"An SI can't stand up to an SP," I said.
"He did stand up to him, sir. He refused to collect the money the SP demanded and wouldn't send the girls either," he explained.
"Where were you people when he was supposedly killed by terrorists?" I asked.
"He was shot while returning home after night duty. He had just gotten married recently," he replied.
"How did you get that information?"
"Someone told the SP, and he himself called the station to inform us. He personally handled the investigation," he said. Just then, someone called him from inside, so he left.
I returned to my room and went to sleep.
The next morning, I got up, got ready, and was reviewing the papers again when "Hi," Razia said, walking in. I had left the door open.
"No college today?"
"There is, but today I came to sex college," she said, sitting in my lap.
Razia had brought food with her.
"What are these papers?" she asked.
"I have suspicions about the SP," I said, squeezing her breasts and giving her a deep lip kiss.
"It's getting hard," she noticed.
"That's how it is," I replied, and called Parandhamam.
I explained the details and said, "We need to interrogate the SP."
"These details aren't enough. And he's too influential," he replied.
I hung up, stood up, and said, "Stay here—I have work."
"No, I'm coming with you," Razia insisted.
I took Razia with me to the BSF camp, picked up what I needed, and headed toward the SP's bungalow. I parked the jeep behind the building and got out. Fortunately, there was no security at the back.
I entered the house quietly. The cook was in the kitchen.
I already knew his wife and children weren't staying there, so I silently went to the bedroom. He was still asleep, even though it was past ten.
I closed the door and told Razia, "Wake him up."
Razia shook him, saying, "Sir, sir."
He woke up, saw Razia, and said, "You whore, looking so sexy—did you come last night?"
From the side, I pulled him and slapped him hard. As he lunged at me saying, "Who the hell are you?" I struck him on the neck.
Once he collapsed, I tied him to the chair. "Scream and I'll shoot," I warned, showing him the gun.
When there was a knock at the door, I told Razia, "You handle it."
She opened the door and stepped out.
"Who are you? Did you come last night?" the cook asked, winking at her.
"Yes, the SP fucked my pussy so hard he's exhausted. We need three teas," Razia said, leading him into the room. Midway, he asked, "How much to fuck you?"
"How much will you give?" Razia laughed.
Before he could answer, she returned to the bedroom. The SP was slowly coming around, swaying.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I gave him a drug," I said. We both sat and drank tea.
It took about half an hour for the drug to wear off. "Who the hell are you people?" the SP asked groggily.
"How did the SI die?" I asked.
"Who? That guy? I had him killed," the SP said.
Razia was shocked. I was recording everything on camera.
"Why?"
"Why? For money, of course. He wouldn't do what I told him. On top of that, he started opposing me," he said.
"Tell me properly."
"I have links with terrorist groups. I help them," he admitted.
"What kind of help?"
"If they need money or weapons transported somewhere, I provide my vehicles. The SI found out. He stopped helping them and even started checking my cars. That's why I had him killed," he explained.
"The case isn't closed like that."
"It won't be—I managed it," he said.
I turned off the camera, threw him onto the bed, left the room, and came out from the back to the jeep.
Razia went to the kitchen and told the cook, "Sir will wake up in an hour," handing him the cups.
"What about what I asked?" he said.
Razia held his shoulders, kissed his lips. He squeezed her ass.
"Tomorrow I'm free. Be ready," she said.
"Okay, okay," he replied, kissing her lips again and squeezing her breasts.
Razia came back slowly and got into the jeep. "What took so long?" I asked while driving.
"The cook fell for my beauty," she said, winking. I laughed too. We reached the BSF office, uploaded the recording to the network, and sent it to Delhi.
Parandhamam garu informed the law wing and got an arrest warrant issued.
Two hours later, following directions given to the local security officer, the DSP got ready to follow me.
We didn't tell the higher-ups the full details yet.
We raided the SP's house. Razia was still with me.
He was just coming out of the drug haze. "There's an arrest warrant," I said, showing it, and took him into custody.
I directly took the SP to a room in the BSF camp and locked him there.
"We'll deal with the rest tomorrow," I told the people there, then returned to my room. By then, it was 3 p.m.
We ate the food Razia had brought. While watching TV on the bed, Razia locked the door, stripped off her clothes, and lay down beside me.
As I was heading back, I saw several constables from the station loading some girls into a jeep and driving off somewhere.
I followed them. They entered a building.
I got out of the jeep and waited. It was nighttime, and the cold was intense.
When one of the constables came out and went to a nearby shop to buy cigarettes, I approached him.
He recognized me.
"Whose house is this? Why are you hanging around here?" I asked.
"It's the SP's house, sir. If girls are needed, I bring them," he said.
"Light one for me," I said.
"You're an officer," he replied hesitantly.
"Doesn't matter," I said. He lit a cigarette for himself.
"Didn't you collect the money and hand it over?" I asked.
"We gave it yesterday, sir."
"And today's girls?" I pressed.
"Yes, sir. Our SI is handling it," he said.
"Really? Whenever someone says something, how does it always turn out this way?" I muttered, thinking aloud.
"The deceased SI never did things like this, sir. He wasn't the type to bow down to the SP," he added.
"An SI can't stand up to an SP," I said.
"He did stand up to him, sir. He refused to collect the money the SP demanded and wouldn't send the girls either," he explained.
"Where were you people when he was supposedly killed by terrorists?" I asked.
"He was shot while returning home after night duty. He had just gotten married recently," he replied.
"How did you get that information?"
"Someone told the SP, and he himself called the station to inform us. He personally handled the investigation," he said. Just then, someone called him from inside, so he left.
I returned to my room and went to sleep.
The next morning, I got up, got ready, and was reviewing the papers again when "Hi," Razia said, walking in. I had left the door open.
"No college today?"
"There is, but today I came to sex college," she said, sitting in my lap.
Razia had brought food with her.
"What are these papers?" she asked.
"I have suspicions about the SP," I said, squeezing her breasts and giving her a deep lip kiss.
"It's getting hard," she noticed.
"That's how it is," I replied, and called Parandhamam.
I explained the details and said, "We need to interrogate the SP."
"These details aren't enough. And he's too influential," he replied.
I hung up, stood up, and said, "Stay here—I have work."
"No, I'm coming with you," Razia insisted.
I took Razia with me to the BSF camp, picked up what I needed, and headed toward the SP's bungalow. I parked the jeep behind the building and got out. Fortunately, there was no security at the back.
I entered the house quietly. The cook was in the kitchen.
I already knew his wife and children weren't staying there, so I silently went to the bedroom. He was still asleep, even though it was past ten.
I closed the door and told Razia, "Wake him up."
Razia shook him, saying, "Sir, sir."
He woke up, saw Razia, and said, "You whore, looking so sexy—did you come last night?"
From the side, I pulled him and slapped him hard. As he lunged at me saying, "Who the hell are you?" I struck him on the neck.
Once he collapsed, I tied him to the chair. "Scream and I'll shoot," I warned, showing him the gun.
When there was a knock at the door, I told Razia, "You handle it."
She opened the door and stepped out.
"Who are you? Did you come last night?" the cook asked, winking at her.
"Yes, the SP fucked my pussy so hard he's exhausted. We need three teas," Razia said, leading him into the room. Midway, he asked, "How much to fuck you?"
"How much will you give?" Razia laughed.
Before he could answer, she returned to the bedroom. The SP was slowly coming around, swaying.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I gave him a drug," I said. We both sat and drank tea.
It took about half an hour for the drug to wear off. "Who the hell are you people?" the SP asked groggily.
"How did the SI die?" I asked.
"Who? That guy? I had him killed," the SP said.
Razia was shocked. I was recording everything on camera.
"Why?"
"Why? For money, of course. He wouldn't do what I told him. On top of that, he started opposing me," he said.
"Tell me properly."
"I have links with terrorist groups. I help them," he admitted.
"What kind of help?"
"If they need money or weapons transported somewhere, I provide my vehicles. The SI found out. He stopped helping them and even started checking my cars. That's why I had him killed," he explained.
"The case isn't closed like that."
"It won't be—I managed it," he said.
I turned off the camera, threw him onto the bed, left the room, and came out from the back to the jeep.
Razia went to the kitchen and told the cook, "Sir will wake up in an hour," handing him the cups.
"What about what I asked?" he said.
Razia held his shoulders, kissed his lips. He squeezed her ass.
"Tomorrow I'm free. Be ready," she said.
"Okay, okay," he replied, kissing her lips again and squeezing her breasts.
Razia came back slowly and got into the jeep. "What took so long?" I asked while driving.
"The cook fell for my beauty," she said, winking. I laughed too. We reached the BSF office, uploaded the recording to the network, and sent it to Delhi.
Parandhamam garu informed the law wing and got an arrest warrant issued.
Two hours later, following directions given to the local security officer, the DSP got ready to follow me.
We didn't tell the higher-ups the full details yet.
We raided the SP's house. Razia was still with me.
He was just coming out of the drug haze. "There's an arrest warrant," I said, showing it, and took him into custody.
I directly took the SP to a room in the BSF camp and locked him there.
"We'll deal with the rest tomorrow," I told the people there, then returned to my room. By then, it was 3 p.m.
We ate the food Razia had brought. While watching TV on the bed, Razia locked the door, stripped off her clothes, and lay down beside me.
21-02-2026, 05:37 PM
"What are you doing lying here completely naked?" I asked.
"I want sex," she replied, pressing her breasts against my chest.
"It's wrong to be like this with another man," I said, closing my eyes and lying back down.
Razia began planting kisses on my face and slowly moved downward.
She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest. My penis hardened completely.
Continuing downward, she kissed my navel, then pulled down my pant zipper with her teeth.
She removed all my clothes as well.
I kept my eyes closed.
As Razia kissed my thighs, my cock stood fully erect.
With one hand, she gripped my cock and stroked it while kissing my balls. She took each one into her mouth and licked them.
She licked the length of my cock with her tongue, planting kisses along it. Then she parted her lips and took my cock into her mouth. It was hard for me to stay still—her tongue swirled around my shaft. I stroked her head and said, "I'll cum in your mouth—enough."
"Already?" she teased, climbing on top of me and guiding my cock into her pussy.
"Sss, it's not fitting properly," she said. I kept my eyes closed.
Razia placed her hands on my chest and began moving her hips. Slowly, moans escaped her lips. I opened my eyes.
Razia was riding me hard, moaning "Ahh ahh," her breasts bouncing up and down. I grabbed them.
She paused occasionally, then resumed—twisting her waist, enjoying the pleasure of my cock inside her pussy until her juices flowed and she cried out in orgasm.
As she tired, I flipped her over, got on top, and started thrusting my cock deep into her pussy, pounding her while kneading her breasts. I bit her cheeks and kissed her passionately.
My cum finally shot deep inside her pussy.
Before evening, I fucked Razia's pussy twice with my cock.
After she left, I lay down exhausted.
The next day, I questioned the SP: "Confess to the murder."
A lawyer was present with me.
"I won't confess," he shouted.
I played the audio of what he had said while drugged.
"Now tell me," I said.
He finally broke. "It's true—every station has to obey what I say. That guy wouldn't listen. I threatened to file cases against him and extorted money, but he refused. My income dropped.
He started checking my jeeps and cars, which stopped me from collecting money from the terrorists. I had no choice. When he was on his way home from the station—there was a ten-kilometer empty stretch of road—I stopped him and shot him.
I altered the case myself, but his mother and father never believed the terrorist story," the SP confessed.
The state government dismissed him. The law department transferred the case to the Punjab High Court.
The Jammu and Kashmir government announced compensation—unlike before, they would give one crore rupees: half to his mother and father, half to his wife, Razia. I handed the file to the lawyer.
The next day, at the airport, Razia arrived with the SI's mother and father.
"Why did you come all this way?" I asked when I saw them.
"Because of you, we finally learned the truth, son," they said, blessing me.
It was time for the flight to depart. Tears filled Razia's eyes. I pulled her aside and said, "Listen to your father and get married as he advised."
"Will you forget me?" she asked.
I slipped my hand under her kurta and squeezed her left breast.
"When you come to Delhi, meet me. When I come to Srinagar, I'll meet you," I said, squeezing her right breast with my other hand. Both my hands were now inside her kurta.
I kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue.
While squeezing her breasts and kissing her, as I started to leave, Razia said one thing—
"I love you, Rahul."
Three hours later, I was back in New Delhi.
"Fantastic," the officers congratulated me.
"You showed what CBI really means," Parandhamam garu said.
"What are you doing lying here completely naked?" I asked.
"I want sex," she replied, pressing her breasts against my chest.
"It's wrong to be like this with another man," I said, closing my eyes and lying back down.
Razia began planting kisses on my face and slowly moved downward.
She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest. My penis hardened completely.
Continuing downward, she kissed my navel, then pulled down my pant zipper with her teeth.
She removed all my clothes as well.
I kept my eyes closed.
As Razia kissed my thighs, my cock stood fully erect.
With one hand, she gripped my cock and stroked it while kissing my balls. She took each one into her mouth and licked them.
She licked the length of my cock with her tongue, planting kisses along it. Then she parted her lips and took my cock into her mouth. It was hard for me to stay still—her tongue swirled around my shaft. I stroked her head and said, "I'll cum in your mouth—enough."
"Already?" she teased, climbing on top of me and guiding my cock into her pussy.
"Sss, it's not fitting properly," she said. I kept my eyes closed.
Razia placed her hands on my chest and began moving her hips. Slowly, moans escaped her lips. I opened my eyes.
Razia was riding me hard, moaning "Ahh ahh," her breasts bouncing up and down. I grabbed them.
She paused occasionally, then resumed—twisting her waist, enjoying the pleasure of my cock inside her pussy until her juices flowed and she cried out in orgasm.
As she tired, I flipped her over, got on top, and started thrusting my cock deep into her pussy, pounding her while kneading her breasts. I bit her cheeks and kissed her passionately.
My cum finally shot deep inside her pussy.
Before evening, I fucked Razia's pussy twice with my cock.
After she left, I lay down exhausted.
The next day, I questioned the SP: "Confess to the murder."
A lawyer was present with me.
"I won't confess," he shouted.
I played the audio of what he had said while drugged.
"Now tell me," I said.
He finally broke. "It's true—every station has to obey what I say. That guy wouldn't listen. I threatened to file cases against him and extorted money, but he refused. My income dropped.
He started checking my jeeps and cars, which stopped me from collecting money from the terrorists. I had no choice. When he was on his way home from the station—there was a ten-kilometer empty stretch of road—I stopped him and shot him.
I altered the case myself, but his mother and father never believed the terrorist story," the SP confessed.
The state government dismissed him. The law department transferred the case to the Punjab High Court.
The Jammu and Kashmir government announced compensation—unlike before, they would give one crore rupees: half to his mother and father, half to his wife, Razia. I handed the file to the lawyer.
The next day, at the airport, Razia arrived with the SI's mother and father.
"Why did you come all this way?" I asked when I saw them.
"Because of you, we finally learned the truth, son," they said, blessing me.
It was time for the flight to depart. Tears filled Razia's eyes. I pulled her aside and said, "Listen to your father and get married as he advised."
"Will you forget me?" she asked.
I slipped my hand under her kurta and squeezed her left breast.
"When you come to Delhi, meet me. When I come to Srinagar, I'll meet you," I said, squeezing her right breast with my other hand. Both my hands were now inside her kurta.
I kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue.
While squeezing her breasts and kissing her, as I started to leave, Razia said one thing—
"I love you, Rahul."
Three hours later, I was back in New Delhi.
"Fantastic," the officers congratulated me.
"You showed what CBI really means," Parandhamam garu said.
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