Fantasy CRUSADE OF KAVYA IN AGARTALA

[Anoop Nair]

Dear Admin,
As per your request and feedback from some readers, I have updated the story by changing the characters' names accordingly. I kindly request you to grant me access to upload the revised stories.
To all readers:
Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and fantasy. I hold the utmost respect for everyone serving our nation. I kindly ask that personal opinions and sentiments not be projected onto this creative platform.
Thank you for your understanding and support.

[ShadowRising321]

Please upload the story, lots of users are waiting

[Projectmp]

Dear Anoop ji - thank you for coming back and giving your time and effort in restarting this story. Some of the readers even created thread about your missing story.

Admin/Other Readers - if somebody can tell what was wrong in the original story that it had to be removed?mm

[behka]

Admin/Other Readers - if somebody can tell what was wrong in the original story that it had to be removed?mm

Some people reported because of the Interfaith angle

[ShadowRising321]

There are so many stories with interfaith angle, why people have a problem with this story

[Anoop Nair]

Update is coming on Tomorrow,  ❤️?

[ShadowRising321]

Dont let negativity ruin your creative mind brother, keep the original names. There are many interfaith stories here

[waw6677881]

Bro what about the story of Riya and sapna???

[Sumadhan]

Awsm bro. Kindly continue the story

[Suresh@123]

Thanku very much bro. Pls continue story. We will not critisize u. U don't think about - ve comments. And pls post story from tomorrow so that lot of members are waiting for this story. Good luck

[Umavictor32]

Update is coming on Tomorrow,  ❤️?

Badly waiting... One suggestion.. If can make a character same like sapna  in this story....

[Projectmp]

Eagerly waiting for next comeback

[Projectmp]

There are so many stories with interfaith angle, why people have a problem with this story

I believe it is the guilt they feel after releasing off so they kind of report them .. lol

[qazmlp]

I believe I have seen an update already on this story.
Isn't Kavya an outstanding married IPS Officer, but gets transferred from Bangalore to Agartala to fight and bring to justice a tough mafia/smuggling kingpin.
Was that Update deleted by the Admin here?

[Suresh@123]

Yes it is only update which one deleted and 1 more character house keeper with aged man. From now to kavya hot update should continue by author

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter 1
 
Agartala is the capital city of Tripura. It’s a small, but beautiful state located in the northeastern region of India. It is believed and further supported by many references that the name Agartala was derived from the words ‘Agar' and 'Tala', a mention to the density of Agarwood trees in the region. Situated on the banks of Howrah River, Agartala is just a few kilometers away from the geographical border of Bangladesh. 

Agartala is one of the most beautiful cities in India. Most people living there know Bengali, as it is located near the Bangladesh border, although there are many good things in the district, many problems persist,
One of the major problems is that many people from Bangladesh are living illegally in Agartala with fake residential documents. The Indian government has issued several warnings for them to leave the city, but the efforts to remove them have often failed,

Many crimes and murders have been reported in Agartala city and across the state of Tripura. The state government has faced significant political pressure from the central government to control these incidents, but there has been little to no improvement,

On 15th December 2023, the central government ordered the state government to transfer all security officers from the state. The state government complied with the order,

Now we can go into our story.

It was a cold evening in Agartala. The streets, usually alive with chatter and honking rickshaws, felt oddly quiet. Since the sudden transfer of security officers earlier that month, a strange tension had settled over the city like a storm waiting to break. Whispers about illegal activities, unmarked vans, and disappearances spread through the neighborhoods like wildfire,
Karnataka – Kodagu (District)
Kavya Shetty was born in the state of Karnataka. She completed her collegeing in Kodagu in 2009 and pursued her bachelor’s degree in Mumbai from 2009 to 2013. Known for her brilliance, she was a top performer throughout her college and college years.
Her father is a retired army officer, and her mother is a retired collegeteacher. Kavya has one elder brother and one younger sister. The family is financially stable, and her parents worked hard to support and manage their children's education.
Kavya had been strong-willed and determined since childhood. However, she developed a deep resentment toward men a feeling rooted in her difficult relationship with her father. Though he had served in the army with honor, at home he often drank heavily and picked up fights with her mother for no reason. Time and again, Kavya pleaded with him to stop, but her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Her pain was ignored, and over time, her trust in men slowly eroded.
After moving to Mumbai for her college studies, Kavya stayed in a hostel. There, she made a few close friends and gradually opened to a new phase of life. College brought her a sense of freedom she had never experienced before, and despite her guarded nature, she began to enjoy the vibrant energy and independence that came with campus life,
Even though Kavya harbored deep resentment toward her father, she never completely avoided him. Despite everything, she loved both her parents deeply. Her conflicting emotions were hard to navigate, especially knowing that her mother and father had once been in love and had chosen each other through a love marriage. Watching that relationship unravel due to misunderstandings and her father's behavior left Kavya disillusioned, not just with her father, but with the very idea of love and men
Kavya was considered one of the most attractive women in her college. She had fair, glowing complexion skin and carried herself with confidence. Known for her smart and modest style, she is often seen in neatly pressed shirts and pants in college, she stood out not just for her looks but also for her disciplined demeanor. However, her appearance did attract attention, and she was often the subject of whispers and comments among some male students especially her well-shaped buttocks in her tight jean’s pants, which she silently ignored,

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Once, a senior student gathered the courage to propose to Kavya and handed her a love letter. However, she neither encouraged him nor dismissed the matter lightly. Instead, she chose to report the incident to the college management, emphasizing that unsolicited advances had no place in an academic environment. As a result, the student was suspended for 15 days.
The incident sent a clear message. After that, many of the male students grew hesitant around her. Whispers faded, and casual conversations from admirers turned into distant glances. Kavya, however, remained unchanged — walking the corridors with the same quiet confidence, focused on her goals, unaffected by the shift in how others perceived her.

Despite her composed demeanor, Kavya was fully aware of the way many male staff and students looked at her not with respect, but with desire. She could sense the glances, the silent whispers, and the unspoken thoughts that followed her through the hallways. Yet, she never allowed any of it to distract her or make her question her worth.
She carried herself with quiet dignity, drawing clear boundaries without ever having to raise her voice. Her focus remained solely on her education. While others were busy forming opinions about her, Kavya was busy shaping her future.
In the end, her discipline paid off. She passed her final examinations with distinction, a testament not only to her intelligence but to her resilience. She left college not just with a degree, but with the silent respect of many — some who once underestimated her, and others who finally saw her for who she truly was

After completing her studies, Kavya returned to her hometown with a quiet sense of accomplishment. Armed with distinction and discipline, she set her sights on Bangalore, hoping the city would open doors to opportunities that matched her aspirations. She applied to several private companies and attended numerous interviews, but each experience left her disheartened. The roles felt transactional; the work environments were uninspiring, none of them resonated with her vision of meaningful success.

Amid this growing disillusionment, Kavya leaned on the one person who had always been her anchor: her elder brother Rahul. He had been her constant support since childhood, the one who encouraged her dreams, listened without judgment, and offered advice rooted in calm wisdom.

Whenever confusion clouded her thoughts, it was his voice she sought. Over cups of tea on their quiet terrace or long phone calls from the city, she’d share her doubts, and he’d patiently help her untangle them. “Don’t settle just because everyone else is,” he once said. “Wait for the path that feels right to you,
One evening, as the sun dipped behind the hills of their hometown, Kavya sat beside her brother Rahul, staring quietly at the horizon. She had just returned from another unsatisfying interview in the city. Frustration clung to her like a second skin.
Rahul, noticing her silence, finally spoke.
“Hey Kavya,” he said, his tone calm but firm, “you know, with the way you carry yourself — your discipline, your courage, the way you handle people without ever losing your ground you shouldn’t be sitting in just any office. You’d make a perfect IPS officer.”
Kavya turned to him; eyebrows rose in surprise. For a moment, she didn’t speak.
“IPS?” she repeated, the idea sinking in slowly.
Rahul nodded. “You’ve always stood up for what’s right. You don’t let people walk over you. And you’ve never been afraid of speaking the truth. That’s what the system needs someone like you.”

A quiet smile spread across her face. His words struck something deep not just because they made sense, but because, for the first time in weeks, they felt right. She’d always ignored the attention, challenged unfairness, and carried herself with integrity. Maybe it wasn’t just personality, maybe it was purpose.
“I never thought of it that way,” she said, her voice thoughtful. “But... you’re right.”
From that moment, something shifted inside her. The doubt was replaced by a clear goal. Kavya had found her calling not just a job, but a mission.

Once she made up her mind, Kavya immersed herself fully in UPSC preparation. For an entire 2 year, her world shrank to books, newspapers, mock tests, and early morning routines. It wasn’t easy, the syllabus was vast, the pressure relentless but she was no stranger to discipline. What others saw as overwhelming, she treated as a daily challenge to overcome.
There were days of exhaustion, of doubts creeping in, but Rahul’s unwavering support and her own sense of mission kept her steady. She wasn't chasing status she was chasing purpose.
When the results were finally declared, Kavya had not only passed, but she had also done so with an impressive score, securing a spot among the top ranks. With her performance, she had the luxury of choosing from various coveted Grade 1 services: IAS, IFS, IRS, and more. But for Kavya, the choice was clear. She chose the Indian security officer Service.
 

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Her parents stood at the gate, eyes misty with pride, as Kavya packed her final bag. Her younger sister clung to her for a long hug, and Rahul, ever steady, gave her a firm nod and said, “Now go do what you were born to do.”

Kavya smiled, hiding the emotions that welled up in her chest. She had always been strong, but today, she allowed herself to feel the weight of what she was leaving behind and the promise of what lay ahead.
She had been posted to Bangalore as an IPS officer, a city she once wandered through as a job-seeking graduate, now returning as someone entrusted with law and order. The same streets that once overwhelmed her would now echo her authority, Bangalore was a bustling, complex city vibrant yet chaotic. Her first day at the commissioner’s office was surreal. She stood tall in her crisp uniform, the IPS badge glinting on her shoulder. Subordinates saluted her. Officers greeted her with respectful deference. But Kavya remained grounded. She knew that the real test wasn’t in the titles or formalities, it was in the decisions she would make, the people she would protect, and the change she would strive to bring.
Her journey from whispered judgments in college corridors to command in a metropolitan security officer department was not just a personal victory — it was a message.
And as she stepped into her office that morning, one thought echoed in her mind:
“I’m not here to be feared. I’m here to be respected — and to make a difference.”
Kavya worked diligently in the city for a year, and her dedication earned her numerous awards from the department.
As the years went by, in 2015, she took charge of the Crime Branch Department. She carried out her duties with excellence and played a key role in significantly reducing crime rates, making the city a safer place.
By the end of 2016, her father's health had started to decline, and her family urged her to consider marriage. Respecting their wishes and mindful of her father's condition, she agreed and married Mr. Rajesh Shukla, a software engineer working in Bangalore.
Rajesh Shukla hailed from a middle-class family, with his roots in the Kodagu district. Due to his career, he had settled in Bangalore with his family. Rajesh was 5 years older than Kavya Shetty, after their marriage, Kaya and Rajesh started their new life together with love and care. Rajesh, known for his innocence, showed unwavering affection and attention to Kavya, making their bond even stronger.
Kavya and Rajesh sex life is normal from the initial stage, Kavya loved to do a variety in sex, but innocent Rajesh Shukla is only capable for the normal sex, But Kavya liked the way Rajesh did it for every time in bed,
Rajesh knew that, even though Kavya is an IPS officer, many men in the colony looked at her with bad intentions when she was outside the house, even those who had business dealings with Rajesh found excuses to visit his house, just to catch a glimpse of the beautiful Kavya. But Rajesh chose to ignore the situation, keeping it hidden from Kavya
After a year, the couple was blessed with a baby boy named Akhil Shetty in 2018.

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter- 2
 
Year- 14th December 2023 (Sunday)

Time flew by quickly, and Akhil is now studying to the 1st standard. Kavya has established herself as one of the top IPS officers in the city, while Rajesh left his job to pursue entrepreneurship and successfully started his own software company in Bangalore.

Morning - 7.30 AM

It was a holiday for the whole family. Everyone sat in the living room watching TV, and Kavya was reading the newspaper.”
Kavya looked at the newspaper and read it to Rajesh, saying, “After the sudden dismissal of Riya’s husband Sreejith, Minister Harsha has given her the party head posting.”

Kavya: Hey Rajesh, did you hear the news? Riya is such a brave lady even after her husband’s death, she’s still willing to work for the people
Rajesh: “Rajesh was watching TV and said, “Yes, Kavya, she is such a brave lady. But I’ve seen many posts on social media suggesting that Minister Harsha is having an illegal affair with Riya.”
Hearing this, Kavya became angry and said, “If women succeed in this country, every man accuses them of being characterless. This is common in India. So please, Rajesh, don’t think like that.
Rajesh: Hey, Kavya sorry, I didn’t mean it. I was just sharing what’s going on social media with you.
Kavya was very adamant with Rajesh and all the relatives, but everyone in the family treated her like a boss because of her job. Apart from Rajesh, Kavya didn’t engage in conversation with any of the male in her family. Every man in the family was afraid to talk to her due to her stern attitude,

Kavya: Hmm, it’s okay. Come on, everyone let’s have breakfast,
They all had breakfast, and a few hours later they went exploring outside the city. By around 9:00 PM, Akhil was very tired and had fallen asleep in the car, so they decided to head home—and reached home thirty minutes later
“Kavya helped Akhil out of the car and laid him on his bed in his room. Then she went back to her own room. Rajesh removed his shirt and pants and put on just his shorts and sat on the bed.
Kavya was wearing a tight red kameez that clearly revealed her figure. Seeing this, Rajesh suddenly had an erection inside his shorts,
“Kavya slowly began unhooking her kameez to change into her nightdress. She unhooked the kameez top and pulled it down and now stood in front of the mirror wearing only a white bra and matching kameez pants.
Rajesh was stunned by how her milky boobs hanging in the white bra and thought to himself, “How big and well-shaped they are after having a baby— Surely, many security officer officers must have felt lust for my wife, imagining her in ways that left them restless at every night,
Rajesh can’t control and slowly went behind and hugged from her back pressing her breast over the bra,
Kavya moaned and said ‘hmmmm Aahhhh, hey naughty, don’t grab my boobs without my permission, I am an IPS officer,
Hearing this he increased the pressure in his thumbs and pressed her milky boobs very hardly and Said ‘You know I only have permission to taste this IPS officer,
Rajesh gently lifted her into his arms, carrying her to bed and removed her pants and threw them on the floor, Kavya was now wearing only a white bra and white panties and laying in the bed,
Rajesh moved closer with her in the bed and. He cupped her face softly, his lips meeting hers in a slow, tender kiss. They started kissing the lips for some times, after Kavya lost her control and removed her pantie and his shorts and hold her dick in her hand and insert inside her delicious pussy within a few seconds,
Rajesh was stunned by her sudden action, frozen in place as he tried to make sense of what had just happened,
Rajesh started moving his hip front and back, Kavya hold his hair with her hand and moaned ‘’’ Ahhhhh naughty,fuck me,
Rajesh increased the speed and thought in his mind “ How she is enjoying the sex ?, and screaming  like fuck me”””  is she is sharing sexual relationship with someone, After a second , Rajesh scolded himself and said ‘ hey Rajesh you asshole, how you thinking your wife like a whore, She is a very good IPS officer and genuine to her husband,
After 10 minutes of hard fuck, Rajesh unloaded the huge amount of the sperm into her hunt and laid in her top of the body, Kavy badly need the next round, But Rajesh was slept laying her top of the body,

Kavya kissed his forehead and smiled. “I love you, my naughty hubby,” she whispered, gently guiding him off her. She then stood up and began changing clothes.

Next morning, December 15th, 2023.

Rajesh woke up early and went to his office. Later, Kavya took Akhil in her security officer car, dropped him off at college, and then continued to the station,
Kavya arrived at the station in her crisp, form-fitting security officer uniform. Some of the lower-ranking officers couldn’t help but watch her every day, anticipating the moment she stepped out of the car. Kavya was well aware of their stares, but she chose not to react, keeping her composure as if nothing bothered her, many times, Kavya couldn’t help but notice that most men’s eyes were on her, particularly her figure. It was the same way it had been during her college days, where she often felt the weight of their gaze, Sometimes, her friends would tease her, saying, 'Hey Kavya, the male students from college are commenting on your figure in the WhatsApp group.' Though Kavya felt irritated hearing this, she couldn’t find any proof to complain about those disrespectful students.

The station was bustling with activity, everyone buried in their duties. At exactly 11:00 PM, Kavya received a transfer order—first by fax, then confirmed by email. As she read the message, a wave of shock washed over her. The letter clearly stated that she was to report immediately for duty in Tripura, Agartala.
Kavya immediately called her senior officer Mr. Ajay Varma (Ajay Varma is a family friend for kavya and his husband Rajesh) to seek an explanation. On the other end of the line, he spoke with a soft tone: “Kavya, this wasn’t our decision. The transfer was ordered by the Central and State governments. The situation in Tripura is spiraling out of control, and they need capable officers, someone with your experience. That’s why your name was recommended.”
Kavya said ‘“But how can I leave with my family at this stage? “My son is studying here, and my husband is running his company. How can I just leave all of that behind?”
Ajay Varma's voice was firm but reassuring and said "Kavya, you only need to adjust for three months. You don't have to relocate your family right away. After that, I will find an alternative and bring you back to Bangalore. Please trust me. Also, you have the ability to handle the situation in Agartala. This could turn out to be one of the best experiences of your career,
Kavya said ‘Let me discuss with family and connect with you and cut the call
Finally, Kavya called Rajesh to discuss the situation. Her voice trembled slightly as she explained the transfer. Rajesh listened patiently, and after a brief pause, he spoke with unwavering support. "Kavya, I know this is a tough decision, but I believe in you. You’ve always been dedicated to your work, and this could be a great opportunity. Whatever you choose, I’ll support you every step of the way."
Hearing Rajesh’s words, Kavya felt a sense of calm washing over her. His unwavering support gave her the strength she needed. With a deep breath, she signed the transfer papers, her mind now clearer. She carefully folded the document and sent it back to the higher officials, accepting her new assignment.
A few minutes later, Kavya's phone buzzed with a new email from the higher officials. She opened it, her eyes scanning the contents. Attached were her flight ticket and details about her accommodation in Agartala. The reality of the situation began to settle in as she realized everything was moving so quickly now.
That night, Kavya packed her clothes into a bag, preparing for the early flight the next morning. Akhil, however, was visibly upset, his small face filled with confusion and sadness at the thought of his mother leaving. "Mom, why do you have to go alone?" he asked, his voice trembling. Rajesh knelt beside him, offering a reassuring smile. "Akhil, your mom is incredibly strong. This is an important job, and she’ll be back before you know it. You have to be brave, just like her." His words, filled with warmth and optimism, slowly calmed Akhil's worries.

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter- 3


Next day 16th December 2023
Kavya reached the Tripura Maharaja Bir Bikram Airport at 10.00 AM, she called his assistant Mr. Bappy Chowdhury (Head Constable) and confirmed her arrival,
Kavya was wearing a black tight-fitting T-shirt, loose blue jeans, and a cap on her head as she walked out of the Terminal 1 arrival gate. Even though she felt slightly uncomfortable in the tight T-shirt, fully aware that it accentuated her upper body and drew the attention of onlookers,

Kavya was running very late that morning and had no time to carefully choose her clothes, which is why she threw on the outfit without giving it much thought—her only focus was making it to the airport on time,
finally, Kavya saw a security officer officer standing outside the gate, holding a board with her name on it. She waved to bappy and walked toward him, pulling her trolley along,

Bappy Chowdhury, 48, has been serving at the Agartala security officer Station for the past 15 years. His native is Agartala city, he has leveraged his local political connections to remain posted at the same station throughout his career. Over time, he has become one of the most senior officers there, while others come and go like passing clouds. Whispered rumors have long surrounded him—many officers suspect that he leaks sensitive information from the station to various criminal gangs. Yet, without solid evidence, no one has dared to formally accuse him.
 
As Kavya walked toward him, Bappy thought to himself, Arey ‘’’ Baapre Kiya maal ha, Haise ithna sundar IPS officer apna city ko sarkaar bej rahaha,,, ?  Kavya walked up to Bappy and asked, 'Hey, are you Bappy?' But Bappy’s attention seemed distracted, his gaze lingering on her tight T-shirt and her beautiful two melons. Noticing his lack of response, Kavya repeated, 'Hey, are you Mr. Bappy?
Suddenly Bappy came to sense and said: Haan madam Ji, my name is Bappy Chowdhury constable in Agartala P-1 Station,
Saying this, Bappy continued to gaze at her, his attention clearly misplaced seeing her beautiful two boobs folding insider her black T-Shirt. Even her bra impression is clearly visible outside the t-shirt and perfect treat for Bappy, Kavya noticed this and thought to herself, 'How can these men look at me like that?' However, she chose not to react directly, deciding to remain calm and composed,
Kavya raised her voice slightly, a hint of anger in her tone, and asked for his ID card to verify his identity. Without hesitation, Bappy took his ID card from his wallet and handed it to Kavya, Kavya confirmed the name on the ID card, handed it back to him, and said, 'Hey, Mr. Bappy, take my luggage,' as she handed him the trolley bag,
Bappy took the bags from the trolley, pointed toward the parking area, and said, 'Madam JI, the white car is for us. Please, follow me,
Seeing the car, Kavya walked ahead with confidence, her attitude evident in every step. Bappy followed closely behind, carrying the bags. This time Bappy got a prefect treat of her back view, her two beautiful bums are moving left and right inside the jeans pants while she was walking,
Bappy dick is started rolling inside his pant, Bappy controlled himself, took out his phone from his pocket, and secretly recorded a video of Kavya from behind—without her knowing,
Kavya opened the front door and sat inside the car. Bappy opened the car's trunk, placed her bags inside, and started the engine, Bappy drove the car to the government-allocated villa for Kavya, situated about 25 kilometers from the airport and 15 kilometers from the security officer station,

While driving, Bappy turned to Kavya and asked, "Madam, it will take about 45 minutes to reach the villa. If you'd like something to eat, we can stop at a hotel nearby." Hearing this, Kavya's tone softened as she replied, "It's okay, Bappy. No need to stop. I'd prefer to eat once we reach the villa,

After a few minutes, Kavya asked the bappy; Hey Mr., what’s going on in your city, why do these crimes happen, who is behind this?
Bappy thought to himself, "You fucking bitch you didn’t respect my age, and now you expect me to share all the details,

Kavya; Hey Mr. I am asking you,
Bappy didn’t want to share anything with her, but he knew he had to answer her question somehow.
Bappy: "Madam ji, this is an issue between the government and the people," "Most Bangladeshis have been living in this city for 50 to 60 years. Now, some people in India want them to stop their businesses and be sent back to their country. But that's not even possible anymore—everyone here now has Indian citizenship."
Kavya: Who is Gajendar Singh ?" "I went through all the case files yesterday, and his name keeps showing up in every crime report. But strangely, there’s not a single official complaint filed against him at any station. And on top of that, I’ve heard so many people in the city treat him like a god."
Hearing Gajendar Singh name, Bappy thought to himself, "Saali don’t interrupt or get in front of her. If you do, you'll become prey in his bed,
Bappy: Madam ji, Gajendar singh is a strong supporter of the Bangladeshi community," "He’s native is Agartala- India, and his grandfather used to run a business with Bangladesh people before the 1960s. Even now, Gajendar singh and his family continue to follow his grandfather’s ideals and business legacy,
For the past few years, our government has been pressuring innocent locals to drive the Bangladeshis out of the city, using the support of local political parties, "The Bangladeshi community has a separate colony in the city, covering around 1,000 acres near the coastal area. Now, the government wants to reclaim that land and plans to build a shipping harbor there, so now, people from the two sides are fighting and killing each other, while Gajendar singh is the one protecting the Bangladeshi community from them, many innocent People are losing their lives because of the violence between both gangs.
Kavya: I need more details about Gajendar singh and the kind of business he's doing with those people,
Bappy: Madam Ji, from what I understand, Gajendar singh is blindly supporting the Bangladeshi people because of his grandfather’s sentiment “Gajendar singh is one of the richest people in Tripura sate. He has a lot of money and property, and he doesn’t need to do any business with these innocent people."
Kavya: Don’t judge anyone blindly, “Whoever is committing crimes must answer for their actions and face the consequences.
Bappy didn’t respond to her statement. After five minutes, they arrived at the villa. Kavya gazed out of the car window and saw the villa ahead. It was located in a secluded area, with a beautiful garden in front. Kavya liked the place very much,
Bappy parked the car and said, "Madam Ji, we’ve arranged for a South Indian cook for you. Please take the villa key. I’ll inform the cook to come here." After saying this, Bappy left the villa.
It was around 2:00 PM, and Kavya was very tired. She took a shower and rested in the villa for a few hours. At 6:30 PM, the doorbell rang. Kavya, wearing an orange t-shirt and blue tight jeans, heard the sound and went to open the door. Kavya was shocked to see an ugly, old man standing in front of the door.
Kavya: Who are you?
Old man: Madam JI, my name is BALRAJ, "Bappy sir appointed me as your cook."
Balraj was an old man, around 60 years of age, with a head full of white hair and a worn, unattractive appearance. The shirt and Doti he wore were stained and unkempt, and a faint odor of sweat lingered around him, adding to his overall disheveled look.

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Hearing this, Kavya’s anger flared. She shouted at the old man, "How dare he appoint you without my permission?" Without wasting another moment, she grabbed her phone and called Bappy,

Bappy attended the call and said ‘Madam JI,
Kavya shouted from the other end of the phone, "How dare you appoint an old man to serve me food? Immediately ask him to leave!
Bappy explained calmly, "The lady cook I appointed from South India had to leave today—her husband passed away, so she returned to her native place. Please adjust for a few days. Balraj is one of the best cooks in the city. He knows how to make all kinds of dishes, and he even owns a hotel here. He initially refused, but I convinced him to take this up just for you.
Hearing this, Kavya felt a twinge of guilt toward Bappy and the old man. But her pride held her back—she wasn’t ready to apologize to someone she considered beneath her.

Kavya said curtly.: Okay, Mr. Bappy. I’ll adjust for a few days, “But please find an alternative cook as soon as possible."

Bappy: "Okay, sure, Madam Ji,". "And one more request, Balraj’s house is 60 kilometers away from your villa, so he can’t travel back and forth every day. There’s a small storeroom with a single bed on the ground floor of the villa. If you allow, he can stay there."

Kavya was clearly irritated by Bappy’s request, but when she glanced at the old man, a hint of guilt softened her expression. After a brief pause, she reluctantly agreed to let him stay in the villa.

Night 8.00 PM

Balraj prepared dinner and quietly set the table in the dining room. He waited patiently for over an hour, but Kavya never came down. Since the old man's arrival, she had shifted to the first floor of the villa, keeping her distance. The villa had two floors, and she made it clear that she preferred to stay upstairs.
After a few minutes, the old man decided to go upstairs to call Kavya. He slowly climbed the stairs and made his way toward the room where she was staying. As he approached, he noticed the door was slightly open. He could hear Kavya’s voice, engaged in a phone conversation with someone.
Balraj carefully stepped inside the room, keeping his presence as subtle as possible. There, he saw Kavya lying on the bed, her body turned to one side, speaking on a video call with her baby. By some stroke of luck, Kavya was lying on her side with her back facing him, completely unaware of Balraj’s presence.
Balraj saw her shape of her huge wide ass through the jean’s pants, Since Balraj didn’t have any attraction to Kavya before, this incident could be something that either opens his eyes to her in a new light. He wanted to call her, to break the silence and invite her to dinner. But for now, he waited. His feet remained rooted to the ground, and his breath came quietly, just as the room did. He watched her movements, wondering what it would be like if they shared a bed together, if she would accept his invitation.

A few minutes passed in silence, the only sound in the room the soft hum of Kavya’s voice on the phone. Balraj stood still, watching her from behind, He heard her words slowly fade and then pause. He listened carefully—she was about to end the call. he slowly backed his step outside the room,
Balraj (from outside the room): "Madam Ji, your dinner is ready. Please have it, or else it will be wasted!"
Hearing his voice, Kavya stepped out of the room and handed him a 2000 RS note. She said, “You are quite elderly, and I truly appreciate how hard you work at your age. But, please, do buy some new clothes and take a bath daily. The smell is becoming unbearable in the house.

Balraj: Ok madam ji,

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter- 4


The next morning, at 8:00 AM,
Bappy arrived at the villa in his car to pick up Kavya and take her to the station. After a few minutes Kavya stepped out of the villa, dressed in a security officer uniform with an IPS badge gleaming on her breast. She walked out like a bold officer, exuding confidence and authority. Seeing her, Bappy immediately gave a salute and respectfully opened the car door for her.
Bappy drove the car into the station, and as soon as they arrived, everyone at the station was left stunned by Kavya's beauty. Dressed in her security officer uniform, she commanded attention, turning heads with her confident stride and striking appearance.

Day 1 passed with back-to-back meetings and the formal handover of case files. By evening, Kavya was thoroughly exhausted. At 5:00 PM, she finally left the station and headed back to the villa to rest.
That night, Kavya stayed up late, reading through all the case files one by one. Despite her thorough review, she couldn’t find a single loophole or any suspicious detail about the business Gajendar Singh was running in the state. Everything appeared clean—almost too clean.

The next morning, while having breakfast in the dining room, Kavya casually turned to Balraj and asked, “Balraj, what do you know about Gajendar Singh?”
Balraj paused for a moment, wiping his hands on his apron, then replied cautiously, “Madam Ji, people say many things… but he’s a powerful man. Rich, generous with donations, and always keeps things… quiet.” Gajendar Singh has all the Bangladeshi supporters in the state behind him. He’s, their man. He helps them with everything—children’s education, hospital bills, housing issues—you name it. People respect him like a leader. To the public eye, he’s doing a lot of good.

Kavya listened intently, then gave a firm nod, her expression unreadable. Without saying much, she stood up, adjusted her uniform, and walked out of the villa with purpose. Moments later, she was in the car, heading straight to the station—her mind already working through Balraj’s words.

Who is Gajendar Singh?

Gajendar Singh was 48 years old, dark-skinned with a striking white mustache that gave him a distinctive presence. Despite his age, he was a regular at the gym and maintained a remarkably fit physique—an image of black African guy. He is having nick name in the city; Many of them called him “BLACK TIGER”
 
He lived with his wife in the city, though their relationship was strained over one major issue: their sons.
Their two sons had completed their education and were now working in the USA. Gajendar had always dreamed of bringing them back to joining and eventually taking over his business. But his wife firmly disagreed. She believed their future was brighter abroad and quietly decided to send both sons to the U.S., against Gajendar 's wishes.
While most people in the state believed Gajendar Singh was running a legitimate and generous business, the reality was far more sinister. Beneath his spotless public image, Gajendar was deeply involved in smuggling operations. Through a well-organized network, he was sending and receiving high-value goods—electronics, gold, and diamonds—to and from Bangladesh to Singapore using covert boat routes.
But that wasn’t all.
He was also facilitating the illegal entry of many Bangladeshis into the state, providing them shelter and fake documents to blend into local communities. All of this was done under the radar, with no trace in the files Kavya had reviewed—he had covered his tracks with meticulous care.
Most of the security officer officers in the region were under Gajendar Singh control. Over the years, he had secured their silence and loyalty by bribing them with crores of rupees. For them, upholding the law had long taken a backseat to personal gain. Even Head Constable Bappy Chowdhury, one of the most trusted faces at the station, was secretly receiving funds from Gajendar Singh.

Gajendar Singh presented himself as a decent, family-oriented man in front of his wife and children. But beneath that facade, he harbored a dark weakness—his obsession with women. Since his bachelor days, he had always been driven by an insatiable desire to control and possess any woman he found attractive. No matter what the cost, if Gajendar set eyes on someone, he would stop at nothing to bring her into his bed.,

To Kavya, this wasn’t just a case anymore, it was a war, and she was surrounded by enemies wearing the same uniform.
On the second day at the station, Kavya made her presence felt. She gathered all the officers and issued a firm order: “From today, I want all of you to patrol the city every day. Make sure the people know we are here, that we’re watching over them. Show them we’re behind them.

Days passed, and Kavya continued her rounds, steadily gaining a reputation for being a force to be reckoned with. However, one evening, Gajendar Singh’s patience seemed to run thin. He picked up his phone and dialed Bappy's number.
“Bappy, tell me about this Kavya Shetty... the new IPS officer,” Gajendar ’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. “What’s she up to? How serious is she about this investigation?”

Bappy, caught off guard, hesitated before responding. He knew Gajendar ’s influence, but he also knew that Kavya was not someone to be easily dismissed.
Bappy: “Gajendar Bhai, Kavya Shetty is the new IPS officer who joined our station two weeks ago. She’s been taking charge ever since, making everyone do their rounds daily and show a lot of authority. She’s not like the others, seems sharp and determined
Gajendar: Hey, Bappy, are you praising her in front of me? From today onwards, I need to know every move she makes. Understand?”
Bappy, sensing the danger in Gajendar 's words, quickly nodded, even though Gajendar couldn’t see him.
Bappy: “Of course, Gajendar Bhai. I’ll keep a close watch on her, make sure you’re the first to know anything.”
Gajendar: "Hey Bappy, I need all the details about her—family background, personal life, everything. First, you send me her photo. I’m very excited to see what she looks like."
Bappy: I’ll get it, Gajendar Bhai. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you have everything you need."
Gajendar ’s voice softened again, almost in a playful manner. “Good. I’m counting on you. Don’t disappoint me.” And cut the phone call,
Bappy looked at the video on his phone. It was the only one he had—taken discreetly when Kavya arrived at the airport. But the video only showed her back as she walked toward the car, her face never fully visible. He knew sending this to Gajendar would only bring trouble. Gajendar would be furious, and Bappy didn’t want to risk angering him again.
After a few moments of pacing, Bappy realized he had no choice but to act quickly and smartly. He couldn’t afford to send a partial video and raise Gajendar ’s suspicions. Instead, Bappy decided to craft a new plan. He would need to gather more detailed information about Kavya—without her noticing—perhaps even getting a clearer photo or video of her face when the time was right.
Even Bappy was very afraid when thinking about Kavya. If she finds out about his plan, she will definitely cause serious problems for his career.
Next Day- 31st December-2023
Everyone at the station had taken the day off and gone home to begin the New Year celebrations. Agartala city was bustling with activity—crowds thronged the shops and markets, and even the wine shops were overflowing with people.

It was around evening 4:30 PM, with the night shift officers scheduled to arrive at 6:00 PM. Apart from Kavya, Bappy and the other two officers, everyone at the station had already left. This time, Kavya had allowed everyone to take the day off and enjoy the New Year celebrations with their families.
Kavya sat in her cabin, lost in thoughts about her family, especially her husband Rahul and son Akhil. This was the first time they had missed the New Year celebrations together, which made her reflect on how different things felt without them.

Bappy wanted to leave the station since he had already planned an alcohol party with his friends for the night. His friends had begun calling him, urging him to come to the spot. However, because of his responsibility to Kavya, he couldn’t leave. Bappy had been appointed by higher officials to always be with Kavya, providing her with support whenever needed.
Bappy didn’t respond to his friends’ calls, even though they kept calling him repeatedly, urging him to join the party. After a while, frustrated by his silence, they started sending him angry and scolding messages on WhatsApp.

Time passed, and everyone on the night shift reached the station. Still, Kavya was sitting inside her cabin. Bappy, frustrated, scolded her in his mind, "Saali kutheee, what are you doing inside the cabin? It's already time to leave work. Don't make me come in there and drag you out,

He paced the hallway, his patience wearing thin. Kavya was always like this—lost in her own world, taking her sweet time.
After 7:00 PM, Kavya grabbed her laptop, stormed out of the station, and walked briskly toward Bappy. She stopped in front of him, her face taut with frustration.
“Hey, Bappy, we can leave now,” she snapped, her voice sharp and filled with anger.

Bappy raised an eyebrow, surprised by her attitude. “We can leave now. After making everyone wait for hours?” he replied, his voice low but laced with irritation.

Kavya didn’t flinch. “I’ve been busy, alright? Not that it’s any of your business,” she shot back, her tone icy.
Bappy clenched his fists for a moment, trying to calm himself. “Whatever,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Madam Ji Let’s just go.”

Kavya and Bappy both got into the car, the silence between them thick and uncomfortable. As Bappy started the engine, the hum of the car was the only sound filling the air. He kept his eyes on the road, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Madam Ji," he said, glancing at her for a moment. "Why do you always have anger written all over your face?"

Kavya, who had been staring out of the window, didn’t respond immediately. Her grip tightened on her laptop as if her thoughts were racing. She let the question hang in the air for a few seconds before finally speaking.

“It’s not anger,” she muttered, her voice quieter now. “It’s just... I don't know. Maybe it's easier to hide behind that than deal with everything else.”
Bappy raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Easier to hide behind anger?” he asked, glancing at her once more, his tone gentle but probing.

Kavya shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I guess." She sighed, looking out the window again, lost in thought. "Sometimes it just feels like the world expects you to keep it all together. So, you act tough. It’s a defense mechanism, I guess."

Bappy stayed quiet for a moment, taking in her words. "You know, you don’t have to do that all the time, right?" he said softly, his eyes back on the road. "It’s okay to show you’re not always in control. People can handle it."
Kavya glanced at him briefly but didn’t say anything, her expression was unreadable. For a moment, the car was silent again, but somehow, the air between them felt a little less tense.
Kavya sat in silence, her mind racing as Bappy’s question echoed in her thoughts. Bappy’s question is correct, she thought, her gaze fixed on the passing streetlights. Why am I always showing my anger with these people? The realization lingered in her mind, but it didn’t feel like an easy answer.
Still, even with that moment of clarity, she couldn't bring herself to let her guard down. She wasn’t ready to attach herself to any other men. Her feminism ran deep, almost stubborn in its nature. She valued her independence, her autonomy, and wasn’t willing to compromise that for anyone

Kavya: Hey Mr. Stop talking and just drive the car,
Bappy blinked, momentarily taken aback by her sudden shift in attitude. He glanced at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. But he didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a small sigh and focused back on the road, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

As they drove in silence, Bappy couldn't shake the frustration building inside him. He turned his gaze toward the road, but in his mind, he was fuming. You adamant fucking bitch, Black Tiger Gajendar Singh’s eye is already searching for you, one day Gajendar Singh will take you into his bed and control your adamant character,

After a few minutes, they arrived at the villa. Kavya got out of the car and walked inside. Bappy stole another glance at her back view, noticing her tight hockey pants as she headed toward the villa. Then, he slowly reversed the car and drove away from the villa.
It was around 8:30 PM, and the villa was unusually quiet. Kavya, feeling the pangs of hunger, looked around but couldn’t find Balraj anywhere. She pulled out her phone and quickly dialed Bappy. As soon as he answered, she asked urgently, “Have you seen Balraj? I can’t find him anywhere in the villa.”
On the other end, Bappy was in the middle of an alcohol-fueled party with his friends. Amid the background noise and laughter, he responded a bit lazily, “Madam ji, give me five minutes. I’ll check his shop and call you back.”

A few minutes later, Bappy called Kavya back. His voice was slightly more serious this time.
“Madam ji “Balraj went out of the city to purchase groceries for his shop. He’ll be back at the villa after 10 PM. Today’s the last day of the year, so there were some delays. Also… he’s not using his mobile phone, that’s why he couldn’t update us.”

Kavya let out a small sigh, rubbing her temple. “Alright,” she replied quietly. “Thanks for letting me know.”

Bappy: Madam JI, I sense that you might be feeling hungry, and I noticed there aren’t any nearby shops in your villa area. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know—I’ll be happy to bring it to your villa.

Kavya thought for a moment and said, “No, Bappy. I can manage here."  And cut the call,

Kavya was furious, her hunger intensifying her anger as the time ticked past 10:15 PM. Suddenly, the doorbell rang in the villa. She instantly knew—it had to be Balraj.

As she opened the door, Balraj stood there, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of fear. Without hesitation, Kavya slapped him across the cheek. Balraj stood still, helpless, as silent tears began to stream down his face. but his tears did nothing to ease her anger. Her voice rose again as she scolded him harshly, “How dare you go out without even asking for permission? You didn’t even bother to cook food for me before leaving!” Her frustration poured out, fueled by hunger and the growing sense of being disrespected, while Balraj stood silently, overwhelmed and ashamed.
Balraj wanted to leave the job immediately, he couldn’t take the humiliation any longer. But the commitment he had made to the money held him back. A few months ago, he had taken a loan of 5 lakhs from the bank using his shop as collateral. He had managed to repay around 4 lakhs so far. For the remaining amount, the bank had given him a grace period of three months. To cover the rest, Balraj had agreed to take up this job, despite the challenges and personal toll it was taking on him.

Balraj: Madam JI, Sorry Mujhe maap kardo (Please forgive me) I will not make this mistake again,
Kavya scolded herself silently in her mind, filled with guilt and regret: "Why, Kavya? Why did you beat this old man? He’s over 60… he's just like my father. How could you do this to him? One day, you’ll pay for this… you’ll end up in hell for sure."

She didn’t react outwardly. Instead, she stood still for a few seconds, frozen in the weight of her own remorse, as Balraj’s quiet sobs echoed in the heavy silence of the villa. She had just decided to say sorry, her heart heavy with guilt, but before she could utter a word, Balraj spoke softly, “Madam ji, please give me 30 minutes’ time. I will make the best food for you.”
Without looking back, he quietly moved toward the kitchen, his steps slow but steady, still wiping away the traces of his tears. Kavya stood there in silence, her apology stuck in her throat, watching the old man disappear into the warmth of the kitchen.
Although Balraj addressed him respectfully and moved toward the kitchen, internally he was seething with rage. As he started to make the meal, his mind seethed quietly: "What does this fucking bitch think she is?" Just because she holds power… does that mean she has the right to hit an old man like me? I am not a servant who lacks dignity, I will compensate you for this, sure one day I will enjoy your lovely ample backside, and damage it, I will, I will,

It was around 11:00 PM when Balraj finished preparing dinner and invited Kavya from her room to join. Kavya, who had thoroughly enjoyed the dishes Balraj made, sat quietly for a while. After a moment of silence, she seemed to be contemplating something before finally deciding to speak up and react.
Kavya: I am truly sorry, Balraj. If only I could turn back time, I would never have caused you pain, not even in thought, not even in silence. Please forgive me…

Upon hearing this, Balraj felt ashamed and wondered to himself, how did this fucking bitch act so innocent? May I take this opportunity and connect with her, and finally Balraj ready to play some tricky conversation with her,
One day While Kavya was at the office, Balraj went to clean her room. As he tidied up, he noticed a small photo album lying on the bed. By Curious, he opened it and began flipping through the pages. He found family pictures of Kavya with her husband and son, along with several individual shots of her. Then, his gaze stopped on one particular photo — a younger Kavya, dressed in a karate uniform, proudly receiving her karate belt at college.

Balraj, keeping his tone playful, said, "Madam Ji, now I know karate and Ssireum the Korean fight style. Next time you try to beat me, I’ll pull you right outside the villa!"
Hearing
 this, Kavya couldn’t hold back her laughter. With a playful grin, she replied, “Really? Well, let’s see. Be ready — I’ll slap you every day, just for no reason!”
Her sudden shift in attitude made Balraj feel more positive, encouraging him to stay on the same track.
Balraj said, “Madam Ji, I’m not joking,” then stepped away from the dining table and demonstrated a karate move. Kavya was stunned by the sudden transformation. Even at his age, his body was surprisingly flexible. Impressed, she exclaimed, “Wow, amazing!”

Kavya said, “Unbelievable, Balraj! You’re amazing, especially doing this at your age. I have so much respect for you now.”

Kavya had loved playing sports since childhood and was always eager to learn different kinds of martial arts. On the other end of the spectrum, Balraj, in his own way, had discovered a small weakness in her — one he might just be able to use to his advantage.
Balraj said, “Madam Ji, I’ve been the champion of Ssireum — the Korean wrestling sport — since 1985!”
What Balraj said to Kavya was true. Between 1980 and 1990, many people in India practiced this sport, and Balraj was, in fact, a state-level champion during that time. Kavya herself had watched the sport many times on TV — it was one of her favorites.
Kavya said: Wow great Balraj, you are a true hero,
Balraj wanted to change track and draw her into his net, so he decided to try something different — a new approach to catch her attention.

Meanwhile, Kavya finished her dinner, stepped away from the dining chair, and walked over to wash her hands.
Balraj said mockingly, “Madam Ji, in this generation, no one really needs talent. If you have money, you can get any job in India.”
Hearing this from Balraj, Kavya’s face flushed with anger. She turned to him and said, “So, you think I don’t have talent and that I’m just doing this job because of it?”

Balraj, trying to play his next move carefully and said, “Madam Ji, who would believe you’re a security officer officer without your uniform? You’re so beautiful and look like a cinema actress. I’m starting to think you might have paid for this IPS posting.”
Kavya anger is at the peak and said ‘Hey Balraj just shut your mouth, or I will break your teeth and keep in this table,

Balraj laughed, "Ha ha! You can't do anything, Madam. From our very first meeting, I could tell you’re physically weak and not eligible for this posting." Kavya shot back, “How dare you say that to me — a successful IPS officer like me?”

Balraj chuckled and replied, "Successful? When? Where?" He laughed again,

Kavya’s stood near the dining table and her face turned red with anger. Seeing her frustration, Balraj prepared himself for the next round, ready to trick her once again.
Balraj smirked and said, "Okay, Madam Ji, let’s do a small test to see if you’re physically fit for this job. You’ll have to prove it to me. But I’m sure — I guarantee you won’t be able to. After all, you’re a weak security officer officer."

Kavya held out her hands and snapped, “Hey, you bloody old man, stop talking and tell me how I need to prove it. And if I do prove myself, I’ll stop your three-month salary!” Hearing this, Balraj was momentarily shocked, but his confidence quickly resurfaced. With a smirk, he agreed to the deal.

Kavya, her patience running thin, snapped again, “Tell me, you bloody old man — what’s the competition, and when can we conduct it?”

Balraj, with a calm smirk, replied, “Madam Ji, keep cool. Even if you have an anger disorder, you should try to control it.”

Kavya said ‘hey stop that’s none of your business, if you have courage fix the competition,
Balraj said, “Madam Ji, go get a good night’s sleep today. I’ll tell you about the competition when the time is right.”

But in truth, Balraj wasn’t in any rush. He badly wanted to keep the conversation — and the connection — going. So, he decided to play a different game, one that would slowly draw her closer, step by step. In the end, Kavya’s ego had taken over. Blinded by pride, she stopped considering the consequences of her commitment. Her usual sharpness as an IPS officer began to fade. In this quiet psychological game, Balraj had the upper hand — he had successfully thrown her off track and disrupted her officer’s mindset. For now, he was the clear winner.
Kavya shot Balraj with a final glare, her face burning with anger, then turned sharply and walked out of the dining room without another word. Her footsteps echoed through the hallway, leaving behind a heavy silence — and a satisfied smirk on Balraj’s face.

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter- 5
 
Next Day Morning – 1st of January 2024

It was around 8:00 AM. Kavya had just woken up, taken a shower, and stepped out onto the balcony, dressed casually in track pants and a sleeveless T-shirt. The soft morning light touched her skin, making her arms glow with a gentle sheen in the sleeveless t shirt. She stood there quietly, looking in the beauty of the garden below. The fresh morning air brushed against her, and with a day off from duty, everything felt calm and renewed a rare and welcome moment of peace.
Kavya looked around the area and noticed there were hardly any nearby houses — just one or two, scattered at a distance from her villa. She frowned slightly, thinking to herself, “The villa is beautiful, no doubt… but who chooses to live this far outside the city? And alone, with that one dirty old man?” Still, she reminded herself, “This is my duty. I just need to make some good improvements for this city… and then leave this place for good.”
After some time, Kavya went downstairs for breakfast, still dressed in the same sleeveless T-shirt. A part of her knew that Balraj wouldn’t miss the chance to steal a glance at her exposed arms, but her mind wasn’t focused on such details that morning. The previous day’s tension still lingered, and she wasn’t in the mood to overanalyze what might cross his mind.
As it was a bright and beautiful New Year’s morning. Wanting to make it special, Balraj prepared a flavorful chicken curry with crisp, hot Rottis. The rich aroma drifted through the villa, and as Kavya caught the scent, her appetite instantly awakened.
Without wasting time, she took a plate, served herself generously, and began eating, clearly enjoying every bite. Balraj stood nearby, quietly watching her — not in a hurry, not saying a word, simply observing the rare moment of calm and comfort she allowed herself.
Her casual sleeveless T-shirt revealed a side of her sweet armpit, Kavya, unaware of his gaze, remained focused on her meal, savoring the quiet start to the year.

Balraj dick, captivated by her bare armpit and creamy arms, felt a strong urge, thinking to himself, "You fucking whore, I will have you one day—it won’t be long."
After a few minutes, Kavya suddenly sensed something off — Balraj's lingering gaze. Her eyes narrowed slightly, catching the way he was watching her. But before she could say anything, Balraj quickly shifted gears and said with a cheerful tone, “Madam Ji, take more curry! I did everything just for you. “The sudden, harmless-sounding response threw her off.
Kavya finished her breakfast and washed her hands. As she headed back to her room, she glanced at Balraj and said with a smirk, “Hey Balraj, thanks for the chicken curry — it was good. But don’t think for a second that feeding me will make me back out of the competition. I want the full details by the end of this week. I’ll prove myself… and tear that smug look off your face.”
She flashed a confident smile, half playful, half challenging, before turning away and walking upstairs.
Balraj chuckled and called out after her, “Sure, Madam Ji. Be ready for the competition… and more importantly, be ready for the failure.”
Kavya didn’t respond. She simply kept walking, her footsteps steady and composed, disappearing into her room without looking back. But Balraj could sense it — the silence wasn’t surrender. It was focus.
He smiled to himself, knowing the real challenge was just beginning.

Hours passed, Kavya was reading case files lying in bed while Balraj plotted downstairs, devising a scheme to trap her, yearning to touch her milky shining body at any cost.

The day passes swiftly; the clock shows roughly 7:30 PM. Balraj feels that Kaya will be coming downstairs for dinner soon, so he chooses to implement a new idea to bring some enjoyment with her body.

Around 7:45 PM, Balraj finished preparing dinner and called Kavya from her room. Knowing her usual seat at the dining table, he quietly poured vegetable oil on the floor near it, then stepped into the kitchen, pretending to be busy while carefully watching her approach

Kavya, dressed in the same sleeveless t-shirt and track pants, walked downstairs and headed toward the dining area. As usual, she approached her preferred seat, lifted the chair slightly to pull it in, and began to sit. But the moment her foot touched the floor; she slipped on the oil Balraj had poured earlier. In an instant, she lost balance and fell hard near the table, the sudden thud breaking the quietness of the night.

Kavya screamed in pain as she hit the floor, her voice echoing through the quiet house. Hearing her cry out, Balraj rushed out from the kitchen, pretending to be shocked and concerned. Seeing her on the floor, he hurried to her side and, without hesitation, placed his hand on her hip under the guise of helping her up.
Kavya was shocked—this was the first time anyone besides her husband, Rajesh, had touched her so intimately. The sudden contact of Balraj's hand on her hip unsettled her deeply. Instinctively, she wanted to pull his hand away, to create distance, but at that vulnerable moment, still in pain and struggling to stand—she found herself helpless. Despite her discomfort, she had no choice but to rely on his support to get back on her feet,

Conversely, Balraj was savoring and relishing the sensation of being the most stunning Mrs. Kavya IPS officer. Her soft, springy skin contact ignited a fire inside Balraj’s trousers, and without hesitation, he lost his composure, tightly gripping her hips and hoisting her up; Kavya, however, was oblivious to him due to the pain in her hip,

Kavya managed to stand up, wincing as the pain lingered in her body. She stood there for a few seconds, trying to steady herself, while Balraj’s hands still rested on her hips under the pretense of support. Suddenly, she snapped back at her senses, discomfort flashing across her face. She quickly reached down, pulled Balraj’s hands away from her, and took a small step back.

Kavya: “It’s okay… thank you for helping me up,”
Before Kavya could ask any questions, Balraj quickly spoke up,

“Sorry, madam ji. I was supposed to clean the oil before you came, but unfortunately, you arrived before I could finish, and this happened.
His tone was apologetic, trying to cover up his earlier actions with a sense of genuine regret. Kavya couldn’t find a strong reason to scold him now—his explanation, she paused for a moment, then simply said, “Okay,” her voice neutral, and let the matter drop.
Balraj felt a wave of relief wash over him as he heard Kavya say "Okay" and dropped the matter,
Kavya looked down at herself, her track pants and t-shirt soaked with oil. The sight made her feel awkward and uncomfortable. Without saying much, she decided to head back to her room to change. Still feeling the pain from the fall, she placed one hand on her hip for support as she slowly climbed the stairs.
From below, Balraj watched her go, a hint of a smile hidden behind his neutral expression. Though he kept his face composed, inside he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction,

After she went, Balraj silently spit the word to himself, you fucking bitch don’t ever play with the men again, this is the first hit for you, and lot more to come,
Balraj desires extra masala with a kavya today, so without delay, he grabbed ointment from his bag and rushed to the upstairs kavya room, Regrettably, Kavya failed to lock the door inside the room; she nonchalantly stood in front of the mirror and began changing her dress,

Kavya yanked and took off her t-shirt and pants, tossing them onto the floor and she observed still oil stuck in her bums and thighs, so she took a towel and started rubbing and cleaning her body by standing,
Kavya was standing only with her red color bra and red color with white flowers printed panties and cleaning the oil in her body, 

Balraj purposely without asking the permission and opened the door and came inside at the same time kavya just pulled down her panties up to her thighs and started cleaning her ass bums with the towel,
Balraj was stunned for a few seconds, yes, he saw a most beautiful IPS officer kavya’s milky wide ass, and also, he got a glance of her side view of her two beautiful milky boobs hanging inside the red color bra,
"The sound of the door opening sent a jolt through Kavya. When she saw Balraj, she stood frozen, helpless, clutching the panties up to her thighs."
"Within seconds, Kavya pulled her dress up to her hips again, wrapped a towel around herself to cover up, and shouted:"
"Kavya: You scoundrel! How dare you open my door without asking for permission?"
Balraj: Madam ji, I saw you fall earlier, and I could tell you might have hurt your hips. That’s why I brought this ointment from my bag. I’m sorry if I startled you.” Sorry!
"Hearing this, Kavya's anger softened a little, realizing his words were genuine. Finally, she told him to leave the ointment on the table and get out." Balraj kept the ointment on the table, pretended not to look at her again, and walked out of the room,
"After he left, Kavya's eyes filled with tears, as everything that had happened to her in Agartala felt strange and overwhelming. “This is the first time apart from her husband another stranger got a glance of her beautiful nude body, "On the other hand, Balraj was overjoyed, feeling as if he had won a bumper lottery just by seeing Kavya beautiful nude body specially her wide ass."
"As time passed, Kavya remained very upset. She skipped dinner and lay on the bed wearing a skirt and T-shirt. But after 10:30 PM, she began to feel very hungry. Unable to ignore it, she decided to get some food and went downstairs."
"Kavya sensed that Balraj was not there and felt a little more comfortable. Seeing that the food was still on the dining table, she went ahead and finished her dinner."
When she tried to turn on the tap in the dining room to wash her hands, she realized no water was coming out. She stood there for a few seconds, then decided to go into the kitchen and use another tap to wash her hands."
Balraj was staying in the storeroom, which was attached to the kitchen. Inside the storeroom, there was a small bed where Balraj slept. The storeroom had no door, so anyone passing through to the kitchen could easily see the bed and everything inside the room.
Kavya was walking toward the kitchen when she suddenly heard soft moaning sounds coming from the storeroom. Curious and a little startled, she slowly stepped closer and quietly peered inside unaware that Balraj had no idea she was watching. The night lamp in the room was much brighter than in the other rooms, making it easy for anyone to get a clear glimpse inside.
 
Yes, its Balraj laying in the bed with half nude and rubbing his dick with his hand and moaning like “Ahhhhh Madam ji, seeing this, Kavya was shocked. A sudden wave of anger rose in her, and for a moment, she felt like storming in, dragging Balraj out, and throwing him out of the villa. She took one bold step into the room—but then paused. Something made her stop. Her mind hesitated, conflicted. Instead of going further, she stood still at the entrance, eyes fixed on Balraj, silently watching what he was doing.
Kavya saw Balraj holding and rubbing his dick in his hand. It was quite large—thick in width and about ten inches long. Compared to Rajesh Shukla’s, Balraj’s dick was almost twice the size and deep black in color. The sight left her momentarily speechless.
Kavya thought to herself, “Why am I just standing here watching this old man instead of throwing him out?” She wanted to chase him away, but her mind wouldn’t let her. This was the first time she had seen another man holding a dick like that, and strangely, a flicker of excitement stirred inside her as she gazed at Balraj’s monstrous dick which is standing like a hard steel rod,
Unwanted feelings began to stir inside Kavya’s mind. She kept watching Balraj, unwilling to return to her room or stop him. Now, she just wanted to see what he would do next. Balraj started jerking the dick with his thumbs, and as he did, the pennies seemed to grow even bigger in his hand. Seeing this, Kavya was stunned once again.
Finally, Kavya came to an unspoken agreement in her mind. Compared to this old man, her husband’s dick was small and unimpressive. But still, Kavya didn’t want to put her husband down whether his pencil was big or small, it was enough for her,
Balraj reached the final stage of shaking the dick in his hand, he moaned like Fucking whore Kavya madam, I will screw your ass holes Aaahhhhhh and released a sudden splash of large quantity of sperms that hit the wall. Hearing these words from Balraj, Kavya felt a sudden vibration inside her panties. She observed that some juicy drops had fallen from her pussy,
Kavya scolded herself in her mind:
"Hey Kavya, what are you doing? How did your mind even allow you to watch that old man doing such a thing? How could juicy drops from my pussy fall at a moment like that? Have I lost my dignity here? I should’ve locked the door while changing the dress. Now… now even I’ve become part of the reason that triggered him."
After a few seconds, Kavya went back to her room, while Balraj wiped up the seeds with the bed sheet and slept on the bed. That night, Kavya tried to forget the incident, but the image of Balraj’s large black dick still lingered in her mind, disturbing her thoughts.
The next morning, as usual, Kavya had her duty, so she put on her security officer uniform and came downstairs for breakfast. Balraj had already set all the dishes on the dining table and was standing nearby, appearing calm and composed—like a genuinely respectable man.
Watching Balraj, Kavya felt a flicker of shyness stir within her. Her eyes shifted nervously as unfamiliar feelings rose inside her. But suddenly, she snapped back to herself. A sharp thought cut through the haze: “How could this cheap old man do something like that, using my name—and now he stands there pretending to be some decent person?”
Kavya finished her dinner quickly, as she stepped outside the villa, Balraj called out, “Madam ji, I’ve finalized the competition for you. Just let me know your preferred timing and dates. “Hearing this, Kavya paused for a moment, then replied softly, “Okay.”

A few days passed, and everyone became absorbed in their work. Agartala remained calm, with crime rates steadily declining across the city. Under Kavya’s leadership, the departments had grown more disciplined, and strict checks were being enforced at the border areas.

Meanwhile one day Bappy secretly took some photos of Kavya in her security officer uniform—without her knowledge—and sent them to Gajendar Singh. After seeing her photos, Gajendar Singh called Bappy that very night. Bappy answered the call.

Gajendar Singh: Hey Bappy Saale, Kiy maaal ha thera IPS officer, Sure you all will daily fap your dick for her, 
Hearing this, Bappy laughed. It seemed even what Gajendar Singh said was true—every officer at the station had lustful eyes on Kavya and her beautiful body,

Bappy: Gajendar sir, you’re the black tiger of the state. Your eyes are already fixed on her—no doubt you’ll get to taste this bitch one day. The rest of us only get to catch a glimpse of seeing her in uniform, but you’re different, Gajendar sir.”

Gajendar laughed, “Ha ha!” and said, “Don’t worry, my boy. After I get to taste the bitch first, it’ll all be yours.” Then they exchanged some secretive words about their business before ending the call.