[Anoop Nair]

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[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.
 

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter - 6
 
15th Jan 2024 – 11.30 AM
Due to political pressure from the Central Government, the Tripura state government has announced that the State Assembly elections will be held in May 2024. The announcement has generated a wave of enthusiasm among the people of Tripura, particularly in Agartala city, where citizens are eager to cast their votes and actively participate in the democratic process.

One of the most talked-about candidates this election season is Mr. Vivek Sharma, who is contesting as the MLA candidate from the [Party name needed]. He has gained significant support from the public, especially among the youth of Agartala.



At 48 years of age, Vivek Sharma is known for his humble beginnings. He left his studies at the age of 15 to pursue a life in politics, driven by a passion to serve the nation and uplift the poor. Coming from a financially struggling family, he faced numerous hardships early in life. However, his political journey brought some stability. He now owns a modest villa in Agartala, a couple of luxury cars, and acres of land on the outskirts of the city.

Despite these personal gains, Vivek Sharma has maintained a strong public image by using his influence and resources to help people across the state. His dedication to public service, especially in Agartala, has made him a popular figure. His unmarried status and lifelong commitment to public welfare have especially resonated with the younger population, who see him as a selfless leader. He is currently seen as a strong opponent of Mr. Gajendar Singh and has been vocal about his alleged involvement in criminal activities in the city."
Vivek Sharma is widely regarded as a disciplined and well-mannered individual in the city. His respectful behavior and strong sense of character have earned him admiration from people of all age groups, especially women. His gentlemanly demeanor and commitment to public service have made him a popular figure across Agartala.

Even Kavya Shetty, who has heard numerous positive remarks about Mr. Vivek Sharma, holds him in high regard though she has not yet had the opportunity to meet him in person.

Even though Vivek Sharma is over 48 years old, he maintains a physique and presence comparable to Bollywood actors. While some people in the city refer to Gajendar Singh as a "Black Tiger" due to his controversial background, others have begun to refer to Vivek Sharma as the "White Tiger” a symbol of strength with integrity and purity of purpose.
A few months before, Vivek Sharma's father and mother passed away due to illness, leaving him deeply saddened. Since their passing, he has been living alone in his villa, coping with the loss in solitude. Despite his political influence and growing power, many of his relatives attempted to reconnect with him, but he remained distant, choosing to continue leading a quiet and solitary life.
Recently, a local media outlet published a controversial report claiming that Vivek Sharma and Gajendar Singh, despite presenting themselves as political rivals, were close allies working together behind the scenes for mutual gain in business and power.

The story stirred public curiosity and concern.
However, just days later, the same media channel issued a public apology, stating that the report was based on unverified sources and contained false information. They retracted the story, calling it a “journalistic oversight.”
Still, not everyone was convinced.
Some people believed there was a hidden alliance between the two powerful men—one built on quiet trust and shared interests. But so far, no evidence had emerged to prove it.

Now, returning to the story with the upcoming state elections, several high-ranking officials who support Gajendar Singh advised him to temporarily halt his illegal activities, at least for a few months. Reluctantly, Gajendar Singh agreed, knowing he needed their full backing to continue running his operations smoothly.
In the meantime, public sentiment in the city began to shift. Many people started attributing Gajendar’s unusual silence to the presence of the newly appointed IPS officer, Kavya Shetty. Rumors spread quickly, with locals mocking the once-feared "Black Tiger," suggesting that he had been tamed by the arrival of this bold officer.

These whispers and criticisms soon reached Gajendar Singh, striking his anger. Those close to him, instead of calming the situation, added fuel to the fire, painting Kavya as a threat to his reputation and dominance.

Gajendar Singh is holding back his fury, waiting patiently for the right moment to strike. Though his silence may appear like a retreat to the public, those who truly know him understand it is the silence before the storm. Behind closed doors, he watches, listens, and waits not out of fear, but out of strategy. For Gajendar Singh, revenge is never rushed. He believes in timing and when the time comes, his response will be calculated, ruthless, and unforgettable.
 
20th Jan 2024
Kavya Shetty received an invitation from one of the most prestigious colleges in Agartala to inaugurate their annual Sports Day as the chief guest. Initially, she hesitated, unsure if attending a public event was appropriate amid the rising tensions in the city. However, the athlete within her shape, through years of discipline and competitive spirit, could not resist the call. Deep down, she believed in inspiring the next generation, and what better way than standing among young dreamers chasing their goals on the field? With a quiet smile, she accepted the invitation.
Later that same day, Kavya received another invitation from a fellow assistant officer hosting his son’s birthday party at a well-known hotel in the evening. Since Kavya had always made it a point to attend such gatherings with her colleagues from the start, she decided to attend both events, embracing the chance to balance her professional responsibilities with moments of camaraderie. Coincidentally, both events were scheduled for the same day, one in the morning and the other in the evening making it possible for her to participate fully in both.
A few days passed, and Kavya remained fully immersed in her duties. Together with her team, she monitored the city around the clock, coordinating efforts to maintain law and order in preparation for the upcoming elections. Her vigilance and leadership ensured that every area was under careful watch, leaving no room for disruption during this critical time.
Finally, the day has arrived- 27 Jan 2024,

It was around 7 AM when Kavya took special permission to attend the Sports Day event at the college. She knew she needed to be there by 9 AM to inaugurate the ceremony, so she planned everything meticulously beforehand and prepared to leave her villa on time. As she was about to step out, she noticed a new luxurious car parked right in front of her villa. Curious, Kavya asked Balraj to inquire with the driver. A few minutes later, Balraj returned and confirmed that the car had been arranged by the college management to escort her to the event.
Hearing this, Kavya was surprised and pleased. She quickly called Bappy to stop his arrival and decided to travel in the car arranged by the college management instead.

Since it was a Sports Day event, Kavya wanted to keep her look professional yet sporty. She opted for bright orange Nike track leggings paired with a black T-shirt. Her round ass bum is visible to onlookers and the thong panties she wore inside the leggings were also clearly visible outside, her two huge milky melons hanging inside the tight sports bra in the black t-shirt also treat for the onlookers.

As she sat inside the car, with still 30 minutes to reach the college, Kavya was quietly gazing out the window, admiring the beautiful scenery passing by. The hills in the distance, the trees swaying gently, and the warmth of the morning sun created a peaceful atmosphere. Suddenly, her phone rang. The screen displayed “Private Number” She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to answer. Curiosity got the better of her, and she picked it up. A harsh, unfamiliar voice spoke from the other end: “Hello, Kavya. How are you?”

Kavya replied, "I'm doing good... Who is this?"  On the other end, the stranger chuckled darkly. "Hello, Kavya. I don’t want to share my name with you. I’m just here to tell you a true story. But before that... check the video I just sent to your WhatsApp." Without waiting for her response, the caller hung up. A chill ran down Kavya’s spine. With a shaky hand, she opened WhatsApp. A new message was waiting. One video. No caption. She tapped play. Within seconds, her smile faded, her face turning pale and flushed with shock and anger. Her heart pounded in her chest.
There, in the video it was clear as day was her husband, Rakhul. He was walking through the entrance of one of the most famous hotels in the city, his hand gently resting on the shoulder of a young woman. They looked too closely. Too comfortable. And definitely more than just friends.

Kavya stared at the screen, frozen. Her grip tightened around the phone as her heart sank. A million questions raced through her mind Who is the girl? Why is Rakhul with her? And why did a stranger send me this? She replayed the video, hoping it was just a misunderstanding. But there was no mistake. The way Rakhul looked at the girl, the way they smiled at each other, was something she hadn't seen in her own marriage for a long time. Her phone buzzed again. Another message. "This is just the beginning, Kavya. Want to know the full truth?" Kavya’s hands trembled. Her mind was a storm of confusion, betrayal, and fear. She typed quickly: "Who are you? Why are you sending me this?"

Kavya stared at her phone, waiting. The silence was heavier than the message itself. Her mind spiraled into confusion. How could Rakhul cheat on me? Who is that girl?
Could it just be a business meeting? But then… why was he placing his hand on her shoulder like that? Was it really what it looked like? Or is someone trying to mess with my head trying to distract me from my work? She couldn’t decide what was more to unsettling the video, or the stranger who sent it.

Lost in thought, she didn’t realize they had reached the college until the car rolled to a stop. The college management stood waiting at the entrance to welcome her. Kavya quickly straightened herself, but her face still held a serious, distracted look. The usual warm smile she carried was missing.

"Welcome, Mrs. Kavya," said one of the staff members cheerfully.

She forced a smile and nodded politely. As she stepped inside the college premises, the cheerful chatter, student performances, and colorful banners tried to pull her attention away, but the image of the video kept flashing in her mind. Still, she composed herself. Focus, Kavya. Not now.
She began to interact with the college staff and representatives, putting on her professional face. Her words were calm and polite, but underneath, she was fighting a storm. Smiling on the outside. Burning with questions on the inside.

As Kavya walked through the college corridors, many of the senior male students couldn't help but notice her. Her confident stride, the way she carried herself, and the professional yet sharp outfit including the fitted leggings she wore caught their attention.
Even some of the male staff exchanged subtle glances. She was aware of it. She always had been. But she didn’t let it bother her.

Kavya wasn’t one to be shaken by stares or whispers. She had faced much more in life in boardrooms, on stages, in media circles and emerged stronger each time. Her focus was razor-sharp, her posture proud, and her attitude unshakable.
She wasn’t there to impress anyone. She was here for her work and that was the only thing that mattered to her.
The college headmaster approached her with a warm smile.
“Mrs. Kavya, it would be an honor if you could inaugurate the Sports Day by cutting the ribbon.” Kavya nodded gracefully. Despite the turmoil inside her, she held her composure with practiced ease. The red ribbon stretched across the entrance to the sports ground, fluttering slightly in the breeze. With a quick snip of the scissors, the ribbon was cut. Applause filled the air as students and staff clapped enthusiastically. Cameras flashed. The moment had officially begun. as she stepped aside, a group of senior students, lingering at a distance, whispered among themselves. Their eyes followed her as they exchanged comments about her appearance and immature figure words spoken under their breath.
The college grounds buzzed with excitement as the Sports Day events kicked off. Students from every grade ran, jumped, laughed, and cheered as the games unfolded relay races, tug-of-war, and other lively competitions brought the campus to life.
Kavya sat on a chair beside the college headmaster under a shaded canopy, both observing the energy of the day. With a slight smile, she clapped for the winners and encouraged the participants. Between the announcements and cheering, the headmaster leaned over slightly and said, "It’s good to have someone like you here, Mrs. Kavya. Your presence really lifts the spirit of the event." She nodded politely, offering a half-smile.

"Thank you. It’s always nice to see young people with energy at work. It reminds me that growth happens outside classrooms too."
They continued chatting light, personal, yet respectful about education, plans for college, and the challenges of balancing work and life. But behind her collected responses, Kavya’s mind occasionally wandered back to the mysterious call and the video.
A group of excited female students soon ran up to her, giggling and breathless.

“Ma’am! Ma’am! Please join us in the sack race!” one pleaded. “It’ll be fun! You’ll win for sure!” another added, eyes sparkling with admiration.
Kavya chuckled softly but raised her hand gently. “Not now. Maybe a little later,” she replied with a calm smile. “Let’s get through the events first. Then we’ll see.” the girls pouted in playful disappointment but ran off cheerfully to continue their games.
It was around 11:30 AM. The sun was high, but the students showed no signs of slowing down. The energy on the field was electric laughter, shouts of encouragement, and the sound of running feet filled the air. Kavya watched with quiet appreciation, sipping from a bottle of water as the cool breeze occasionally swept across the ground.

It was around 11:30 AM. The sun was high, but the students showed no signs of slowing down. The energy on the field was electric laughter, shouts of encouragement, and the sound of running feet filled the air. Kavya watched with quiet appreciation, sipping from a bottle of water as the cool breeze occasionally swept across the ground. Just then, the headmaster’s eyes caught something at the entrance.

A sleek BMW slowly rolled through the college gates, its polished black exterior glinting under the sun. He stood up quickly, brushing down his coat.
"Mrs. Kavya," he said, leaning slightly toward her, "our chairman has just arrived. I need to go to the office and attend to him for a few minutes. Could you please continue keeping an eye on the games in the meantime?" Kavya nodded with a calm smile.
"Of course, go ahead."

The headmaster walked off briskly toward the administrative block, leaving Kavya alone on the groundside chair. As she turned her gaze back at the students, something strange stirred inside her a slight unease she couldn’t explain. She watched the BMW slowly come to a stop near the main building.
Chairman, she thought. I don’t remember hearing much about him. Wonder what he's like.

She tried to shake the thoughts away and refocus on the games, clapping as the next group of runners took off across the field. But her eyes kept drifting back in the direction of the car.
As the races continued and the energy soared, a group of cheerful female students once again approached Kavya, their eyes filled with excitement. “Ma’am, this time you must join! Just one race please!” Kavya, who had politely refused earlier, looked at their eager faces and finally smiled. “Alright, one race. But don’t blame me if I win!”
The girls cheered and clapped. Kavya set her phone aside, walked toward the track, and took her position among the other runners. She crouched slightly, ready to sprint her fitted T-shirt and leggings highlighting her athletic build and confident presence.
Around the field, some senior male students and even a few staff members couldn’t help but watch not just because of how she looked, but because of the rare sight of such a dignified officer joining in with the students. There was admiration, curiosity, and subtle whispers but Kavya, as always, was unfazed, fully focused on the moment.

Meanwhile, near the college entrance, the BMW parked. The headmaster returned to the field, walking beside a tall, well-dressed man with a composed yet commanding presence. They both approached the shaded area where Kavya had been sitting earlier and took their seats quietly, just as the race was about to begin.

The headmaster leaned toward the man and said,
“Sir, that’s Mrs. Kavya our chief guest today. She’s been interacting with the students and keeping the energy alive all morning.” The man nodded slowly, eyes fixed on Kavya at the track. A subtle smile touched his face. “Yes, I know her very well,” he said.
“She’s not just a guest — she’s one of the most powerful and respected officers in the state. Came here to clean up the crime scene and lead some serious reforms. A brave woman.”
He paused, then added with a faint laugh, “And I’m quite sure… she knows me too.” The headmaster gave a puzzled look but remained silent.
 
Yes. He was none other than Gajendar Singh — the man the city whispered about behind closed doors. Known in the shadows as “The Black Tiger,” he was a powerful figure with deep political ties and darker secrets., Gajendar was lingering her beautiful back view and thought in his mind, hey kavya fucking bitch how damn shape you are, I am waiting for the day to have you in my bed,  As the whistle blew and Kavya took off on the track, her focus was on the finish line. She didn’t know Gajendar was watching.
Kavya sprang forward as the whistle blew, her feet pounding steadily against the track. The crowd around her erupted in cheers and applause, encouraging every runner with their loud claps and whistles. Her focus was sharp, her breath steady, she was running not just to win, but to show her strength and determination.

But amidst the cheers and the bright morning sun, one pair of eyes remained fixed on her with a darker intensity. Gajendar Singh’s gaze was unwavering, almost predatory. His sharp eyes followed her beautiful ass bum dancing left and right when she was running, He can’t control suddenly his dick started rolling inside her pant,
Inside, he sighed deeply, a twisted mix of desire and control. “Run all you want you fucking bitch Kavya. But I will take you to my bed and taste your body inch by inch.
Kavya crossed the finish line with powerful momentum, leaving her competitors a few steps behind. The ground erupted with applause, students whistled, clapped, and chanted her name in admiration. She had won not just the race, but the respect of every student in that field.

Breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her forehead, Kavya straightened up, flashing a small but proud smile. The physical effort had left its mark her T-shirt clung to her frame, damp with sweat,
As she walked back toward her seat, accepting congratulations from students and teachers, she finally noticed someone she hadn’t seen before.
There, seated beside the headmaster, was a broad-shouldered man in a sharp black suit, dark glasses resting low on his nose, and a strangely calm smile playing on his lips. Something about his presence instantly shifted the atmosphere.

Kavya’s smile faded slightly. Her steps slowed. Their eyes met for a moment, just a second time seemed to stretch. She recognized him. Gajendar Singh.

Not from today, not from any official introduction but from case files, confidential reports, surveillance images. He was a name wrapped in darkness. A man many feared. A man many powerful people protected.
And now, here he was. Smiling at her like an old friend. Sitting just meters away. The headmaster, unaware of the silent exchange, said cheerfully, “Kavya ma’am, our chairman has been very eager to meet you. He’s followed your work closely!”
Gajendar stood up slowly, offering his hand with a smirk.
“We finally meet… Officer Kavya.” Kavya didn’t flinch. She shook his hand, firmly and steadily but her eyes didn’t blink. “Yes, we meet at last,” she said coldly. “Though I have a feeling... this won’t be the last.”
 
Gajendar Singh laughed a deep, casual sound that didn’t quite match the weight in his words. Kavya crossed her arms, sweat still tracing the sides of her temple as her shirt clung lightly to her skin. But her posture was unwavering. Her eyes, sharp and steady.
“So,” she said coolly, “how many colleges are you really running in this city, Gajendar? Because according to official records, this college is owned by a registered trust. That’s the only reason I accepted this invitation.”

Gajendar leaned back in his chair, adjusting his cuffs with deliberate calm.
“Ah, Kavya,” he said with a sly grin, “still reading paper trails and thinking you know everything.” Then he added, voice dropping lower, “But I like this side of you. Focused. Intense. And just look at you you're sweating… because of me.”
His words were sharp, laced with provocation. Kavya didn’t flinch. She stared him down for a heartbeat, then calmly reached for her water bottle and took a slow sip, never breaking eye contact.
“No,” she said, voice like steel. “This sweat is from a race. Something you wouldn’t understand because you’ve never run for anything in your life. It’s all been handed, stolen… or bought.”

Gajendar’s smirk froze, just for a second. Behind them, the headmaster sensed the growing tension. He cleared his throat awkwardly, then mumbled, “Excuse me, I’ll just check on the students…” And quietly slipped away toward the field, pretending to inspect the next event.
Now it was just the two of them. Officer and outlaw. Fire and shadow.
“You’re bold,” Gajendar said finally. “But don’t forget, this city listens to me. Even the silence here... is mine.”

Kavya stepped forward, close enough that only he could hear her next words. “Enjoy your silence, Gajendar,” she whispered, “because I’ve come to break it.”
kavya sat down slowly beside Gajendar Singh, her posture straight, calm, and controlled the presence of someone who’s walked through fire and never flinched. The scent of her shampoo and the trace of her perfume lingered faintly in the air, clean and strong, like her.
Gajendar tilted his head slightly, catching the scent, and smirked. “You know, Kavya,” he said, voice low, “people always told me you were beautiful. But seeing you now… you're more than that. You're stunning hot and sexy,

His tone was laced with unspoken intent, a deliberate attempt to push her, provoke her, throw her off balance. Kavya turned her face toward him, the smile gone, her eyes calm but icy. There was a flicker of anger in her expression, but it lasted only a breath.
She replied slowly, her voice razor-sharp: “Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Singh. But between you and me, the pistol I carry is far more beautiful.”

 Again, Gajendar Singh laughed,

Gajendar said’ You know, Kavya… I’ve done a lot for these people. Built colleges, funded hospitals, gave jobs to families who were starving. And yes..." he looked at her now, eyes glinting, "along the way, I’ve broken a few rules. Done a few things... the law wouldn’t approve of. But that’s how real power works, doesn’t it? A little crime for a lot of good. These people adore me. Not a single complaint in this city." Because they know who’s feeding them. Who’s protecting them. They don’t care about laws. They care about survival."

She turned to face him directly and spoke. "What you call protection, Gajendar… I call control. And what do you call love?" "No complaints? Maybe not. But don’t make silence for loyalty. Silence often comes from one thing terror. And I’m here to end that."
Gajendar stared at her in a beat not laughing now, not smirking. Then he said slowly,
"You’re bold, Kavya. But boldness has a cost in this city."

Kavya’s reply was immediate. "So, does arrogance.”?
The announcer’s voice echoed in the background, calling students to line up for the next game.
Kavya stood up without waiting for his response. "Enjoy your games, Mr. Gajendar Singh," she said coolly. "Because mine just started."
Saying this Kavya turned and walked away from behind, Gajendar Singh remained seated, his gaze following her not just out of desire, but out of obsession, again his dick got sudden erection seeing her in tight leggings,

Gajendar Singh thought in his mind “You fucking asshole, Kiya maal a thu, Now I am a big fan of you and your beautiful ass, I will fuck you at any cost.
Kavya walked steadily across the college grounds, keeping her composure even as a storm brewed behind her eyes. Students smiled, waved, and thanked her as she passed, completely unaware that the guest of honor had just confronted one of the most dangerous men in the city.

Without delay, she pulled out her phone and called her driver. "Bring the car around. We’re leaving now." By the time she reached the college gate, the black SUV was already waiting. The driver opened the door without saying a word. She stepped in, the door closed, and just like that she was gone from the college grounds.

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter -7
 
The car cruised through the narrow city lanes, then sped toward the quiet outskirts where Kavya's private villa stood, inside the villa, Kavya slipped off her shoes, walked straight to the living room, and dropped her bag on the table. Her face was calm, but her eyes told a different story calculating, unsettled, and burning with questions.

She poured herself a glass of cold water and stared out the window at the garden. Then she picked up her phone. No new messages. No replies from Rakhul. No trace of who sent the video.
She opened the video again, her thumb hovering over the play button but didn’t press it. Instead, she walked to her study, locked the door, and opened her laptop. It was time to dig deeper. Who owns the trust behind the college? What’s the real link between the Gajendar and the college system? And most importantly… where was Rakhul really, that day?
Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, the image of Gajendar Singh still fresh in her mind smug, untouchable. But right now, she had to shift her focus to Rakhul.
She picked up her phone and dialed a secure line. “Rathi,” she said. “I need a complete trace of Rakhul’s phone activity from the last three months. Numbers, call durations, message logs. Prioritize any repeat contacts. Flag anything suspicious.”
Rathi didn’t ask questions. He never did. “Give me ten minutes,” he replied.
Kavya walked to the window, arms crossed, her mind spinning. The silence of the villa did little to quiet the noise in her head, suspicion, betrayal, and the sting of uncertainty.
Ten minutes later, her phone vibrated. The report had arrived. She scanned through dozens of names and numbers, most of them harmless. Until one line caught her eye.
One number. Repeated calls over the past several weeks. The name associated. Her name is Rekha Sharma.
Kavya’s brows furrowed. The name didn’t ring a bell, not professionally, not socially. She ran a quick background search through her intelligence database.
Occupation: Freelancer. Age: 34. No criminal record. Address: Downtown, near City Central Hotel. Then came the attached photo.
Kavya tapped on it. And froze. There she was. The same woman from the video.
The one Rakhul had been walking with. The one his hand rested on, so casually… so intimately.
Kavya’s face remained still, but her breath caught for a moment. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk. This wasn’t just suspicion anymore. It was real,
She stared at the image not out of jealousy, but out of calculation. Something didn’t feel right. This woman, Rekha, didn’t look like someone caught in an affair. She looked composed, deliberate.
Kavya narrowed her eyes. What if this wasn’t just about Rakhul? What if Rekha was planted? And Rakhul… used? Or involved?
The lines between personal and professional were starting to blur in the most dangerous way. She called Rathi again.
“I want full surveillance on Rekha Sharma. Discreet. Track her movements, her calls, and any physical meetings. Also, get me every time Rakhul met her in person, with location data. I want this airtight.
“Understood,” She replied.
Kavya sat on the edge of the bed in her villa, the warm afternoon light casting long shadows across the room. Her phone lay in her hand, screen dark, but her thoughts were loud and restless. Despite everything the video, the call records, the photo her heart refused to accept the worst. She loved Rakhul. Truly. Deeply. Even now.
Her eyes burned, not from anger… but from heartbreak. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly, as if embarrassed even in her solitude.
“No,” she whispered to herself. “I won’t assume. Not until I hear it from him.”
She took a deep breath, unlocked her phone, and pulled up Rakhul’s number. Her thumb hovered over the call button. One last time… she told herself. Just a casual call. No accusations. No emotion.
She tapped "Call." It rang. Once. Twice. Then connected.
“Hey, Kavya,” Rakhul’s voice came through light, casual, unsuspecting.
“I was just about to call you. How was the college event?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and replied gently, forcing her voice to sound calm.
“It went well… the kids were amazing. I just got home.
Kavya’s pulse spiked slightly. She waited a beat, then asked softly, “Where were you yesterday evening?”
Rakhul’s voice came through the phone, casual as ever. “I was in my office, having a business meeting with a US client. Why, Kavya? Any issues? Why are you asking about yesterday?”
For a second, Kavya said nothing. She could feel it now not suspicion, but certainty. His words didn’t match what she knew. Not the call records. Not the video. Not the location he claimed.
And yet… She couldn’t confront him.
So, she did what she’d learned to do in every operation before this — hide emotion, act normally, and dig deeper. But a single tear still slipped down her cheek. Her voice, when it came, was soft but measured.
“No, Rakhul… it’s nothing. Just a friend of mine was trying to get in touch with you yesterday for some business-related query. He couldn’t reach you, so he called me instead.”
A pause on the line. “Oh? Must’ve been during the client call. I had my phone on silent,” he replied quickly. Kavya didn’t respond immediately. She let the silence sit just enough to make him uncomfortable.
Then:
Kavya: “It’s fine. I told him you were probably busy. No big deal.”
Rakhul: “Yeah. Thanks for covering. I’ll call him back if you send me the number.”
Kavya: “Sure. I will.”
The conversation lingered for another minute idle talk, the kind lovers used to pretend things are still the same. She told him she was tired from the event. He said he’d call later.

Then he hung up. Kavya stared at the screen for a long time, her expression empty.
“He’s lying.” Not just about where he was but how easily he could lie to her face, without even a crack in his voice. The man she loved wasn’t just hiding something. He was protecting someone. Rekha? But why?
Kavya lay curled on the bed, her face buried into the pillow, her chest rising and falling with the quiet sobs she tried to suppress. The weight of betrayal or the possibility of it pressed down harder than any criminal she had ever faced. This wasn’t the case. This was her life. Her heart.
Time blurred. The pain had exhausted her more than any chase, and at some point, her tears gave way to sleep a heavy, dreamless kind. When she woke, the room was cast in amber light. She blinked at the clock.

Time is around 4.00 PM

A dull ache throbbed in her temples, but she forced herself up. Her mind reminded her of the day’s remaining duty the birthday party of her colleague’s son, held at a hotel nearby. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. Red eyes. A tired expression. But beneath it the same steel will. Kavya took a deep breath and headed to the washroom. Within half an hour, she had composed herself freshened up, applied light makeup,
Kavya stepped out of her villa dbangd in a deep blue saree, the fabric flowing like water around her. The sleeveless blouse matched perfectly, hugging her shoulders and revealing her white milky arms, her body shape is perfectly hotter on the day, Since the saree was little transparent and her beautiful hip and the milky naval hole is slightly visible outside the saree,

Kavya had picked up her phone and dialed Bappy, her trusted driver and occasional confidant. “Bappy, I need the car by 5. We have a colleague’s family function at the Grand Crown Hotel.”

His voice came through with a hint of hesitation. “Madam, I’m sorry… today I’m out of station with my family. But I’ve sent one of our other drivers to your villa. The car will be ready in time.”

Kavya paused for a moment, staring out of her villa window. Her head still ached slightly from the weight of everything —Rakhul’s lies, the voice in the video, and the image of Rekha Sharma.

Her mood had shifted from sorrow to something colder. “That’s fine, Bappy,” she said flatly. “Take care of your family.”

Just before 5, the car arrived at the villa, a clean, dark sedan with tinted windows. A young driver in uniform stepped out and greeted her politely. But Kavya didn’t respond.

She stood in the doorway, saree dbangd perfectly, one hand resting on her clutch. Her face expressionless, her thoughts louder than ever. She looked at the car, then back at the driver.

“You can go,” she said simply. The driver blinked, confused. “Madam?”

“I’ll drive myself today. Leave the keys.”
The driver hesitated for a moment, then handed over the keys respectfully. As he walked away, Kavya slid into the driver’s seat. The car started with a smooth purr, but inside her, emotions were anything but smooth.
She gripped the wheel tightly, staring out through the windshield. Her hands were steady too steady. The kind of steadiness that came just before something cracked.
“I need control today,” she muttered under her breath. The engine roared gently as she pulled out onto the road. This wasn’t just a drive to a birthday party. This was her way of holding herself together behind the wheel, behind the silence, behind the mask she wore so well.
Time is around 6:30 PM
The evening sun was dipping behind the skyline as Kavya pulled into the hotel’s private parking area. The soft glow of twilight reflected off the polished body of the car as she stepped out, blue saree trailing like a whisper behind her.

As she walked through the hotel’s entrance, heads inevitably turned. The watchmen, bellboys, and other staff members paused for a moment, they were stunned by her beauty, especially her hot midriff and the naval hole which is perfectly visible for the onlookers

She walked with quiet determination to the front desk. “I’m here for Mr. Anand’s son’s birthday party,” she said, her voice cool and efficient.
The receptionist nodded quickly, trying not to stare too long. “Yes, ma’am. It’s on the top floor Royal Banquet Hall.”
She thanked him with a short nod and walked toward the lift. The ride up was silent, save for the hum of the elevator. As she watched the floor numbers rise, her reflection stared back at her from the mirrored walls elegant, yet unreadable.
When the doors opened, her colleague Anand was already at the hallway entrance, smiling warmly. “Kavya! You made it. And… wow, you look incredible today. Thank you for coming.”
Kavya offered a faint but polite smile, the corners of her lips rising just enough. “Happy to be here. Hope I’m not too late.”
Anand replied “No, perfect timing. The cake cutting is in 10 minutes. Come, I’ll introduce you to my wife and some of the others.”
The party hall buzzed with cheerful chatter. Children ran around laughing, balloons floated gently near the ceiling, and colorful lights cast a festive glow on everyone present.
Kavya moved through the crowd with calm confidence. Several businessmen glanced her way, admiring her beauty and elegance. She noticed the lingering looks but chose to remain unfazed, her smile gentle yet distant.
Approaching the birthday boy, Kavya bent slightly to meet his eyes.
“Happy Birthday, little one,” she said warmly, handing over a beautifully wrapped gift and a bright toy. The boy’s face lit up with joy, and he reached out eagerly to accept.
Kavya’s eyes scanned the crowd casually but purposefully, always aware, always watching.
Kavya took in the surroundings with a sharp eye. The lavish decorations, the elegant tables set with fine cutlery, and the discreet bar serving premium alcohol it was clear Mr. Anand had spared no expense for this celebration.
Separate seating arrangements marked for different groups, business associates, family, and close friends are all meticulously planned. The atmosphere was festive but carried an undercurrent of calculated precision.
As she settled in, a few businessmen approached her table, attempting to strike up casual conversations.
“Ms. Kavya, quite the surprise to see you here. How have you been?” one asked, flashing a practiced smile. Another chipped in, “Your reputation precedes you we’ve heard about your work across the state.”
Kavya responded with brief, polite answers, her eyes scanning the room even as she spoke. She didn’t encourage them. After a moment, she leaned back slightly and gave a small smile.

“Thank you for your kind words, but I’m here for the celebration. I hope you enjoy the evening.”

Her tone was calm but firm a subtle signal that she wasn’t interested in idle chatter. The businessmen sensed it and gradually withdrew, leaving Kavya to her quiet vigilance.
About half an hour into the celebration, the energy in the room shifted.

A few guests turned toward the entrance, their expressions lighting up. Kavya followed their gaze a tall, well-dressed man in his early 50s had just arrived, flanked by two discreet security personnel. Yes, it’s Mr. Vivek Sharma.

It was the first time Kavya had seen him in person the man known publicly as a charismatic philanthropist and business magnate. His presence commanded attention, not by force, but by charm. People naturally gravitated toward him, shaking hands, offering drinks, and exchanging respectful greetings.
“That’s Sharma,” someone near Kavya whispered. “Always makes time for people. A real gentleman.”
He handed a neatly wrapped gift to the birthday boy, who grinned up at him. Sharma patted the boy’s head, sharing a few kind words with the parents, then made his way to an empty seat directly across from Kavya.
Their eyes met for the first time. Kavya held his gaze, composed and unreadable.

Vivek smiled warmly, offering a slight nod.
“Officer Kavya, isn’t it?” he said with a confident calm.
“It’s an honor to finally meet the woman everyone in the city seems to be talking about.”
Kavya offered a polite smile in return. “Likewise, Mr. Sharma. I’ve heard a lot.”

There was a pause not uncomfortable but charged with curiosity. Both were watching each other carefully. He leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth still upturned.
“I didn’t know you were close to Anand.”
“Colleagues,” Kavya replied simply. “I came to wish the boy.”
“Of course,” he said, glancing around casually. “It’s always good to see public servants with heart.” Kavya didn’t respond to the compliment.
While talking Vivek Sharma started looking at the beauty of Kavya Sharma, her sleeveless blouse and the white milky arms bring something in him, After the long time Vivek Sharma felt the lust in women which is one and only kavya,
Vivek Sharma thought in his mind, "How fucking beautiful you are my dear Kavya, your husband is very lucky in this world to have you, surely he will fuck you daily, after so long years my cock has been disturbed by you,
As the noise of the party faded into background chatter, the conversation between Kavya and Vivek Sharma began to flow calm, intelligent, and respectful. Vivek’s tone never crossed the line, but it carried a gentle confidence that disarmed most people. Kavya noticed how effortlessly he spoke, how carefully he chose his words, and how he made even silence feel intentional.
Despite herself, she found it… refreshing. At one point, he leaned slightly forward, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “Kavya, I think it would be good for us to stay in touch. You’re someone I’d like to speak with more often professionally, of course.”
Kavya paused, her fingers lightly tapping the edge of her glass. She didn't answer immediately.
He noticed her hesitation. “Don’t worry,” he added with a small smile. “I respect boundaries. But I also believe in keeping close contact with the people who matter people who shape this state.
It was said smoothly, without pressure. A compliment wrapped in professionalism.
Kavya studied him for a few seconds. Then, with careful expression, she reached into her clutch and shared her mobile number, “That’s my official contact,” she said quietly. “Anything important… use that.”
Vivek took it without breaking eye contact, offering a nod of appreciation.
“Understood.” He smiled again. “Thank you, Kavya.” She didn’t smile back, but there was something softer on her face now not trust, not yet but curiosity.
After Vivek Sharma politely excused himself and left the venue, a quiet buzz began to ripple through the party. Small groups leaned in, whispering with curious glances cast toward Kavya.
“Did you see how long they talked?” “Vivek Sharma, of all people, asking for her number?”
“She’s stunning… wouldn’t be surprised if something’s already started there.”
The words floated around like smoke, shapeless, baseless, but catching quickly in the air of a party where drinks were flowing and boredom was setting in.
Kavya, however, remained untouched by the whispers. She was seated with a couple of children, helping them unwrap a toy, her mind still working quietly through the pieces of the Rekha–Rakhul mystery.
She hadn’t even noticed that some of the people around her were no longer watching the birthday boy they were watching her.
To them, she was no longer just the respected officer. She was now the woman who had caught Vivek Sharma’s attention,

After a few minutes, Kavya received another message from the stranger, a picture of Rekha Sharma and Rakhul together in a hotel room. The moment she saw it, her heart sank. Shocked and overwhelmed, her composure shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes as the weight of the situation hit her. She knew that if nothing came out now, everyone would find out the truth something she couldn't afford.
Trying to regain control, she quickly grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the party table and took a long, desperate sip. Some of the men at the party watched her with amused eyes, whispering crude comments among themselves, clearly entertained by her sudden shift in behavior.
After some time, Kavya's head began to spin from the excess alcohol. Her movements grew unsteady, and her usually composed demeanor started to slip. Noticing the sudden change in her behavior, one of the businessmen at the party approached her with a polite smile.

“Hey, Mrs. Kavya, I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink. Would you like me to take you home?” he offered, trying to sound concerned.
But Kavya, still reeling from the shock and anger inside her, snapped back sharply, “Do your own business, Mr.”
Her voice was loud enough for others nearby to hear. The businessman stood frozen, caught off guard by her blunt dismissal. The room briefly went silent, then laughter broke out among the other guests. Someone from the crowd chuckled and said, “Don’t try to play with fire, man just take your seat.”
The businessman, embarrassed, gave a nervous smile and backed away, while Kavya remained standing there outwardly bold, but internally breaking.
Kavya slowly stumbled out of the party hall, her heels clicking unevenly against the marble floor as she made her way to the parking area. The alcohol had taken full effect, her steps were unsteady, her vision blurred, and her mind clouded with pain and confusion. She could barely keep her balance as she leaned against a nearby car for support.
Just a few feet away, Mr. Vivek Sharma stood under a dim light, casually talking on the phone and smoking a cigarette. His conversation was interrupted as he caught sight of Kavya the way she was walking, almost swaying with every step, her eyes unfocused and distant.
Concern flickered across his face. He dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his shoe without a second thought. Ending the call abruptly, he quickly walked over to her.
“Kavya… are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and gentle, trying not to startle her.
She looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips trembling, trying to find the right words but none came. She just stood there, broken and silent.

Seeing Vivek Sharma standing in front of her, a strange sense of familiarity and comfort washed over Kavya. Her knees weakened, and before she could stop herself, she slowly leaned forward and collapsed against his chest. The warmth of his presence was the only thing grounding her in that moment of chaos.
Her voice came out in a broken whisper, barely audible. “Please… take me to my villa,” she said, her breath warm against his shirt, her fingers lightly clutching his jacket for support.

Her beautiful two melons almost crashed on his chest, Vivek Sharma got an instant feeling in him, his cock is ready to shift gears slowly, but he controlled the situation, because everyone see or captured this scene, it will damage both reputation
Vivek instinctively wrapped one arm around her to keep her steady, the other gently resting on her back. He could feel how fragile she was at that moment.
Without asking any further questions, he nodded to himself, unlocking his car with a click.

“Alright, Kavya. Let’s get you home,” he said softly, guiding her carefully toward the front side, making sure she didn’t stumble.
Vivek gently pushed the seat back, letting Kavya rest more comfortably. She didn’t say a word, her eyes were already closed, her breathing slow and heavy. The effects of the alcohol, the emotional blow she had taken, and the exhaustion had pulled her into a deep, uneasy sleep.

As the car rolled through the quiet streets, Vivek glanced at her from time to time. There she was Kavya her hair falling over her shoulder, her beautiful two boobs thrumming in her blouse, he doesn’t want to waste this chance he slowly pulled her saree and fix his gaze on her beautiful navy, Seeing this Vivek Sharma's dick got uncontrollable, By driving he slowly unzipped his trousers and put his dick out and give him freedom,
He let out a sharp breath, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and thought in his mind. Damn, Kavya… your beauty is killing me, “Of all nights… I’ve got that late-night meetings with the minister today. A meeting I’ve been planning for weeks… and now I’m going to miss this chance fucking you.
Again, he shouted in his mind ´ Oh GOD! Why do you always pull me in like this?

Fortunately, Vivek Sharma remembered Kavya’s address, she had casually mentioned it earlier during the birthday party. It stuck in his mind, and now, it proved to be a blessing. Without needing to ask anyone or fumble through her phone, he smoothly drove through the quiet streets toward her villa.
After a while, they finally pulled up in front of her villa a sleek, modern home tucked away in one of the city’s upscale neighborhoods. The lights outside the gate flickered on as the car approached, motion-activated sensors detecting their arrival.

Vivek parked, turned off the engine, and looked over at Kavya. She was still asleep., He leaned in slightly and called her name gently, “Kavya… we’re here She stirred faintly, her brow twitching, but her eyes didn’t open. He touched her shoulder softly.

“Kavya… wake up. You’re home.”
But instead of waking, she let out a soft, tired moan and turned her face toward the window, murmuring incoherently, clearly not ready to move.
Vivek Sharma put his tail back in his trousers, zipped the trousers and opened the car door. She saw that there was no one in the villa, then he opened the car door, took Kavya over his shoulder and went into the villa,

Vivek carefully stepped out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door. Kavya was still half asleep, her body limp and unresponsive. With a quiet sigh, he bent down and gently lifted her into his arms, shifting her over his shoulder in a way that kept her balanced but comfortable.

The villa was silent. The security lights flicked on as he entered through the gate, and the front door thankfully unlocked gave way with a soft creak. Inside, everything was still, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of an old wall clock.
Vivek looked around. The space was elegant, spacious, but unfamiliar. Trusting his instinct, he assumed her bedroom would be upstairs. Without wasting time, he began to climb the stairs, his shoes making a muffled thud on each wooden step.
What he didn’t know was that someone else was in the villa.

Downstairs, Balraj the old house help who had fallen asleep in the kitchen chair stirred. A faint sound had reached his ears, and his instincts sharpened with age and loyalty. He slowly opened his eyes, ears catching the creaking steps above.

Peeking cautiously through the half-open kitchen door, he saw the figure of a man carrying Kavya up the stairs. For a moment, he froze confused, then became concerned, then alert. His eyes narrowed.
“Mr. Vivek Sharma?” he muttered under his breath, recognizing the man.
Balraj quietly stepped out of the kitchen, watching every move, unsure if he should intervene or stay silent. Balraj watched from the shadows, his instincts sharp but tempered with patience. He recognized Vivek Sharma and could tell from the way he carried Kavya that there was no immediate danger. Still, something in him didn’t allow him to walk away entirely. Quietly, he followed behind, staying a few steps behind on the staircase, his footsteps muffled against the old wood.
Vivek reached the top floor and gently pushed open the door he assumed was Kavya’s room. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the air, a soft, floral note that somehow made the space feel more intimate. The room was dim, lit only by the moonlight slipping through the balcony curtains.
Without switching on the lights, Vivek carefully stepped inside and approached the bed. With a deep exhale, he shifted her from his shoulder and gently laid her onto the mattress. But the alcohol and exhaustion had left her completely unaware she collapsed onto the bed like a lifeless doll, one arm flung across the pillow, hair spilling wildly across the sheets.

For a few seconds, Vivek just stood there, his eyes fixed on her. There was something about her even in this vulnerable state, something hauntingly beautiful.
Vivek slowly put his hand on her hip and said, "Hey Kavya, are you okay?" But she was not in her senses, she moaned as if she was in deep sleep, when Vivek understood that he slowly pulled her saree-pallu,
Seeing this Balraj got instant boner in his dick, He thought in his mid ‘Arey Baapre,,,, eey kiya kar rahaaa haa,,,, Then Vivek slowly climbed on the bed and put his lips in her navel hole and started licking and kissing for few minutes, Seeing this Balraj lost his control and pulled her dhoti down and held her cock and started doing masturbation,
Suddenly, Vivek Sharma’s phone rang, breaking the tension. He answered it, only to be met with an angry voice at the other end, demanding he attend a meeting immediately. The caller didn’t wait for a reply and hung up abruptly.

Frustration flashed across Vivek’s face. He climbed down from the bed, ran a hand through his hair, and turned to Kavya with a sigh. "I missed you today," he said softly. "But I promise I'll come for you another day."

Understanding the urgency of the situation, Balraj quietly grabbed his dhoti from the floor and crouched behind the table, hidden in the shadows of the unlit hall. The darkness worked in his favor, Vivek Sharma, distracted and in a hurry, didn’t notice him as he rushed downstairs and left the villa to attend the meeting. The front door closed behind Vivek.
Moments later, once the silence had settled, Balraj emerged from his hiding spot. With cautious steps, he moved toward Kavya’s room.

Kavya was lying in bed and still her pallu is placed side of the bed, She was sleeping in blowse and skirt showing her huge boobs and milky navel, Seeing this Balraj was shocked and excited, He badly want to touch and fuck her but he knows very well if kavya come back to her senses it should be disastrous for him so he again pulled her dhoti down and started jerking her cock, after 15 minutes of jerking he unloaded huge sperms in the floor and slowly lay down on the floor,
Suddenly Something stirred in Kavya’s mind. A soft sound escaped her lips a faint moan, as if she were caught between sleep and awareness. Balraj froze. The sound sent a jolt through him; his breath caught in his throat. Panic rose. He remained still on the floor beside the bed, afraid to move.
Kavya's eyelids fluttered open. She looked around, dazed and exhausted. Her body refused to respond fatigue weighed her down. As her gaze dropped, she noticed her saree pallu had slipped off, leaving her partially exposed. Instinctively, she reached for it and pulled it over herself, adjusting it for modesty. Then, without a word, she turned slightly and drifted back into sleep.
After a few tense minutes, Balraj, still too nervous to stand, slowly crawled across the floor with his movements low and silent, like a frog inching its way to safety. He finally slipped out of Kavya’s room and let out a deep sigh of relief once he reached the hallway, his heart still racing.

[Anoop Nair]

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[Anoop Nair]

Nice update anoop...
One suggestion as i always ask...
Pls create a character like sapna...
Because everyone wish to see sanskari woman transform to Randi...

On the way, keep your expectations low brother ,

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter- 8
 
8:30 AM – The Next Morning

Kavya slowly woke up, her head aching slightly, a dull reminder of last night’s drinks. She groaned softly, realizing she was already running late for work.

Still lying in bed, she reached for her phone and noticed a message from Vivek Sharma.

Vivek Sharma: Good morning, Kavya. Hope you'll stick to a bit less alcohol from now on.
Reading his message, Kavya paused. Her mind began piecing together fragments of the previous night. She clearly remembered seeing Vivek... and then stumbling into his chest in the parking area.
A wave of uncertainty washed over her. Was that all that happened? she wondered.
Just as Kavya finished reading the message, her phone started ringing. It was Vivek Sharma. The sudden call caught her off guard. Her heart skipped a beat. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen, then slowly slid her finger across to answer.

"Hello..." she said softly, her voice still husky from sleep and the lingering effects of last night.

On the other end, Vivek Sharma’s voice came through calmly, but with a teasing edge.
"Hello, beautiful IPS officer. How are you feeling? What really happened to you yesterday? If I hadn't been there to help..." he paused, his tone turning serious, "yesterday might’ve been your last day in service."
Kavya's expression shifted. Her body tense. She swallowed hard, adjusting herself on the bed as she responded.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Vivek Sharma. I... I drank a little too much last night" she said, her voice laced with guilt.

Vivek chuckled on the other end of the line. "It’s okay, Kavya. Life meant to be enjoyed occasionally," he said, his voice playful. "Besides, if you hadn’t been in that condition, I’d have missed the rare chance to carry a beautiful girl on my shoulder."

Hearing his words, Kavya’s smile faded. A wave of guilt and panic washed over her as she silently scolded herself. What have I done, Kavya? An unknown man touched me… carried me into my own bedroom. Oh my God what if someone saw that? What would I even say?
She closed her eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the thought.

Vivek's voice came through the phone again, light but curious.
"Hello, Kavya? Are you still there?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Kavya cleared her throat and responded, trying to steady her voice. "Yes… “I’m here."
She paused, then added sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Vivek Sharma. I truly appreciated your support and care last night. I won’t forget it."
Hearing this Vivek Sharma thought in his head "" You fucking bitch for this appreciation I have called you this morning, I want something more, yesterday by God shake you have missed from me, or I would have ripped your beautiful pussy,

Vivek chuckled softly on the other end. "Hey Kavya, only appreciation? That’s all I get?"
"Honestly… I was hoping this would earn me at least one dinner with you."

He sighed dramatically. "Now I’m heartbroken."
Hearing Vivek’s words, Kavya smiled and replied playfully,

“A dinner with the beloved people’s MLA is very important to me. Hopefully, we can find a free day and make it happen.”
But as soon as she said it, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.
Why, Kavya? Why did you agree to this? You came here to work, not to get distracted.
Still, deep down, she couldn’t deny the trust she felt in Vivek Sharma, his reputation and how the people of the city spoke about him weighed heavily on her thoughts.

Vivek smiled through the line and said, "Alright, Kavya. I’ll fix the time and let you know."
There was a pause, then he added teasingly, "Just be ready any night."

Hearing his words, Kavya was momentarily taken aback.
Any night? The unexpected confidence in his voice left her with no immediate response. But she had no valid reason to object and no desire to overthink it now.
So, keeping her voice steady, she simply said, "Okay."

Then she quietly ended the call.

Over the next 5 days, Kavya buried herself in work. The anonymous messages had stopped but the damage had already been done. They had left behind a silent storm in her heart.
Her trust in Rakhul, once unshakable, now felt cracked and fragile. She hadn’t confronted him yet, but something between them had quietly broken. And no matter how much she tried to focus on duty, the weight of that unspoken truth lingered.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon at the security officer station. Kavya was seated at her desk, scanning over a case file when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen Mr. Vivek Sharma.

She hesitated for a moment before answering. “Hello?”

“Kavya,” Vivek’s voice was steady, almost commanding. “Come over for dinner tonight. I need to talk to you.” Kavya leaned back in her chair, surprised. “Tonight? Vivek, I’m still working. Can we plan for another day?”
But he didn’t give in.

“No. It must be today. I won’t take no for an answer.”

She sighed, rubbing her temple. “Look, I’m not comfortable coming to your house, especially at night. Why don’t we meet at a restaurant instead? Somewhere quiet.”

There was a short pause before he responded, his tone lower and more serious.

“Kavya, if someone sees us together at a restaurant, do you know what will happen? You and me sitting across from each other? It’ll be the talk about the town. The media will twist it into whatever they want. I can already see the headlines.”

Kavya froze, his words sinking in. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. She’d seen how quickly public perception could turn into how even a passing photo could become ammunition for gossip.

She nodded slowly, even though he couldn’t see her. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll come.
A pause. “Good,” Vivek replied, his voice softer now. “I’ll be waiting.”

As the call ended, Kavya stared at her phone for a long moment. Something about this dinner felt heavier than usual and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for what was coming.
Kavya wrapped up her duties a little earlier than usual that day. She was quieter than normal, her focus split between her tasks and the conversation that still lingered in her mind, the one with Vivek Sharma. After signing off, she walked out of the station and called out to Bappy, the constable who usually drove her around.

“Bappy, hand me the car keys. I’ll drive myself today,” she said without meeting his eyes.
Bappy blinked, surprised. “Madam… you’ll drive? Alone?”

She nodded. “Yes. I’ve got somewhere to go.”
He hesitated for a moment, confusion flickering across his face. Kavya never drove herself unless it was something personal. Still, he didn’t press her. Years under her command had taught him that when Kavya decided, it was final.

“Yes, madam,” he said, handing over the keys. “Take care on the road.”

She gave him a curt nod and got into the car, starting it with a deep breath. As the vehicle pulled away from the station compound, Bappy stood watching, arms folded, thoughts racing.
“Why did she leave early today? And driving herself? Something’s going on,” he muttered to himself.

But instead of digging deeper, he just shrugged and walked back toward the station building.
“Anyway, if madam’s not around… the whole department breathes easier,” he joked quietly to another constable nearby, who chuckled in agreement.

Kavya reached her villa by 5:40 PM. The sun was still hovering low, casting golden light through the living room curtains as she locked the door behind her. The silence of the villa was a stark contrast to the noise and tension of the station.

Without wasting time, she walked straight to her bedroom, peeling off her security officer uniform piece by piece as she made her way to the bathroom. The cool water of the shower offered a moment of relief not just from the day’s heat, but from the weight in her chest she hadn’t been able to shake since the phone call with Vivek.

Minutes later, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, she stood in front of her open wardrobe. Her eyes scanned the rows of neatly arranged clothes inside the large wooden Bero.

What do you even wear to a dinner that’s not really a dinner…?

After a few moments of thought, her fingers settled on a black saree elegant, timeless, and bold. She pulled it out gently, along with a sleeveless silver blouse that shimmered subtly in the light. It wasn’t too flashy, but it was sharp striking, like her.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a long moment. The towel was still wrapped around her, water droplets trailing down her collarbone.
By the time the clock struck 6:30 PM, Kavya was ready.
She stood at the top of the staircase in her black saree, dbangd flawlessly around her. The sleeveless silver blouse shimmered subtly with each step she took, catching the evening light that filtered through the tall windows. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and a sleek pair of black sunglasses rested lightly on her face. In her hand, she carried a matching black clutch minimalist, sharp, and classy.

As she descended the stairs, the quiet sound of her heels echoed gently through the villa.
Downstairs, Balraj was busy dusting the living room shelves when he looked up and froze mid-motion.
For a second, he was speechless. He had seen Kavya in many moods, many roles as a fierce officer, a commanding voice in uniform. But this version of her poised, elegant, radiant was something entirely different.
Without thinking, the words escaped him.
“Madam… you are looking very beautiful in this dress.”
Kavya paused for a moment, surprised by the rare compliment. Then, she turned her head slightly and gave him a soft, genuine smile, one of those rare smiles that lit up her eyes more than her lips.
“Thank you, Balraj,” she said, her voice calm and kind.
She walked past him and stepped outside, her saree swaying gently with each step. The black car was already waiting in the driveway. She slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting her sunglasses with quiet confidence.
As the engine roared to life, Balraj stood by the doorway, still watching.
“Wherever she’s going,” he thought to himself, “someone’s going to remember tonight.”
kavya drove through the winding roads that led outside the city limits, her eyes occasionally shifting from the road to the skyline as the sun dipped lower. The city noise slowly faded into quiet surroundings, replaced by the rustling of trees and the occasional chirp of evening birds.
After nearly 45 minutes of driving, she turned onto a paved private road flanked by tall hedges. At the end of the drive, a grand villa came into view. The place was serene, almost cinematic surrounded by rows of tall trees, a manicured garden, and a still blue swimming pool glinting in the last rays of light.
Kavya slowed the car near the gate, eyes sweeping over the property. “Impressive,” she murmured to herself, taking in the calm elegance of the place.

Just then, a security guard walked briskly toward her vehicle and knocked gently on the driver-side window. She lowered it halfway, her black sunglasses still in place.
“Madam ji,” the watchman said politely, “please park the car here. Sir is waiting for you inside.”
Kavya gave a nod. “Alright.”

She pulled the car into the designated parking space and stepped out, adjusting her saree slightly and slipping her clutch under her arm. The air was cooler here, and the soft rustle of trees gave the place an almost surreal calm.
For a moment, she stood still, gazing at the villa ahead. Its tall glass doors reflected the garden’s greenery, and warm lights glowed from inside casting the kind of inviting ambiance that made you wonder whether it was hiding deeper beneath the surface.
With a steady breath, Kavya began walking toward the entrance, heels tapping softly against the stone pathway.

Kavya stepped out of the car, her heels softly clicking against the stone-paved path as she made her way toward the villa's entrance. The warm lights spilling from the glass-paneled doorway created a soft glow around her, making the folds of her black saree shimmer subtly.
As she approached the front steps, the large door swung open and there stood Vivek Sharma, walking out to greet her.
“Kavya,” he said with a rare, relaxed smile, extending his hand. “Welcome.”
She accepted the handshake, her fingers firm but graceful. “Nice place,” she replied with a faint smile, her eyes briefly scanning the villa interior behind him.

Vivek couldn’t hide his reaction the moment he laid eyes on her, his usually sharp demeanor softened. The way the black saree flowed around her, the elegant contrast of the sleeveless silver blouse against her skin, she looked like nothing short of stunning.
“You look…” he started, then paused for a beat, “…incredible.”

Kavya raised an eyebrow, her smile faintly teasing. “And you look like you just stepped out of your gym,” she said, eyes flicking to his appearance grey workout shorts, a fitted black tank top clinging to his post-workout frame, and a towel casually slung over his shoulder.
Vivek chuckled. “Guilty. Just wrapped up a quick session before you arrived. Didn’t expect you to be this punctual.”

Kavya gave a small shrug. “Duty trains us to be on time.”

As they exchanged these pleasantries, Vivek’s gaze drifted just for a second to the way her blouse framed her shoulders, the glint of the thin silver strap catching the light. He quickly caught himself and looked away before she could notice, but something in her expression suggested she might have.
“Shall we go in?” he asked, stepping aside and gesturing toward the warmly lit hallway.
Kavya nodded and walked past him into the villa poised, composed, and fully aware of the silent undercurrent between them.
As Kavya stepped into the villa, she was immediately struck by the ambiance. The warm lighting guided her toward the open rooftop terrace and as she reached it, her pace slowed.
The space had been transformed.
A long, elegant table was set under the open sky, adorned with soft-lit lanterns hanging overhead. Small vintage-style hurricanes with flickering candles sat at each end. Above them, the night sky stretched wide and clear stars scattered like diamonds, glimmering with quiet beauty. The soft wind carried a faint hint of jasmine from the garden below.
Kavya stood still for a moment, taking it all in. Her eyes lifted to the night sky, and for once, her usually guarded expression melted into awe. She looked up completely and was still mesmerized by the serene view. The soft lights played on her silver blouse, and the gentle sway of her saree added grace to her stillness.

Behind her, Vivek Sharma watched in silence.
He didn’t say a word, just observed. The way the light touched her collarbone, the curve of her arms exposed by the sleeveless blouse, the silhouette of strength and beauty standing before him. There was admiration in his eyes, but also restraint. Something about this moment felt delicate untouched.

Kavya, sensing his gaze, didn’t turn immediately. She simply said, without breaking her gaze from the sky:
“You really planned all this?”
Vivek took a slow step forward. “I did. I thought… you deserved something more than another closed room and forced conversation.”
She finally turned, her expression unreadable but softened.
“Not bad,” she said. “Didn’t expect this.”
He smiled. “Didn’t expect you to show up in that saree either. You’ve raised the bar.” A moment passed. Not quite flirtation but a subtle, charged quietness between them. Then, with a polite nod, she gestured toward the table. “Shall we?”
Vivek stepped forward and pulled out a chair for her. “Yes,” he said. “Let’s eat before the stars get jealous.”
 
 
 
Kavya took her seat at the beautifully set table, her posture elegant, her eyes quietly scanning the arrangement not missing the details, but not openly reacting to them either. She was calm, collected. Inwardly, she reminded herself why she came: to maintain balance, close a loose end, and leave with clarity.

Vivek Sharma sat across from her, pouring himself a modest glass of whisky. He didn’t push anything toward her yet, but his playful tone returned.
“Mrs. Kavya,” he said with a smirk, holding up his glass slightly, “this drink isn’t mandatory. Think of it as a… diplomatic offering. A small one.”
He laughed lightly at his own joke.
Kavya leaned back in her chair just slightly, lips curling into a polite smile. “You know, I used to be a good drinker back in my college days,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “Could handle more than half the boys in my batch.”
Vivek raised an eyebrow, surprised and intrigued.
“But” she continued, her tone shifting with quiet firmness, “once I entered civil service, I left a lot of things behind. Drinking was one of them. Not because I couldn’t but because I chose not to.”
Kavya reached for the tall glass of juice placed beside her plate, a vibrant orange color, cold and lightly frosted with condensation. She sipped through the straw slowly, her posture still composed, eyes drifting occasionally toward the stars above.
Across the table, Vivek lifted his glass of amber liquor and leaned back slightly in his chair, watching her or rather, watching the way she moved. There was something almost effortless in how she held herself: the gentle curve of her fingers around the glass, the way her lips met the straw, calm and unaffected.
She was lost in thought, unaware of his gaze.
Vivek wasn’t smiling now. He was quiet, studying her with a gaze that wasn’t just admiration, it was curiosity, and maybe something more complicated. He had seen powerful women before, but Kavya wasn’t playing power. She was power, wrapped in grace.

Kavya finally set her glass down and looked toward him. “You’re awfully quiet,” she said, breaking the moment.
Vivek back to his sense and the conversation had shifted to professional matters. Over the next twenty minutes, Kavya and Vivek discussed security protocols for the upcoming election deployment schedules, conflict-prone zones, and media sensitivity. It was the kind of sharp, focused dialogue Kavya was most comfortable in. Detached. Objective.
But the comfort didn’t last long.
Just as she began tasting one of the delicately plated appetizers, Vivek’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and stood up with a brief apology.

“Give me five minutes urgent call from the ministry,” he said, already walking toward the far end of the terrace, phone to his ear.
Kavya nodded absently and reached for a glass of water, her attention returning to the food in front of her.

Then her own phone buzzed.

At first, she ignored it. But when the second buzz followed, a sense of unease gripped her. She picked it up.
A new message. From the same unknown number. Her thumb hovered, then tapped. The video loaded quickly.

It was short, shaky, and unmistakable Rakhul hugging Rekha at a beachside resort. The footage wasn’t blurred or ambiguous. The intimacy, the body language, the secrecy it was clear. And cruel.

Kavya froze. She stared at the screen long after the video ended. Her hand slowly lowered, but the phone remained clenched. A sharp sting pressed behind her eyes, and without meaning to, a tear slipped down her cheek.

She quickly wiped it. Then another came.
By the time Vivek returned, Kavya was still seated, her posture rigid, but her face betrayed her distant, shaken, eyes red.

He slowed as he reached her, sensing something was wrong.
“Kavya?” he asked, tone softer than before. “What happened?”
This time, Kavya couldn’t hold back. The wave crashed over her, all at once.
Tears welled up and began falling, her voice breaking as she said, “My husband… he’s cheating on me. He’s having an affair with someone else. “She unlocked her phone with trembling fingers and showed Vivek the video. The footage played briefly the unmistakable closeness between Rakhul and Rekha on a beachside resort. Intimate. Coldly undeniable.
Vivek took the phone from her gently, watched it, and then handed it back. He didn’t speak right away his silence wasn’t awkward, it was deliberate. Thoughtful.

Seeing her shoulders tense as she tried to wipe her tears away quickly, he stepped closer and placed a hand on her arm and gave a soft pressed, Kavya didn’t react by his touch,
“Kavya…” he said quietly, “I’m so sorry.” She closed her eyes, but the tears still came.
“I gave him everything, Vivek. My time, my support, my trust. I let myself believe that loyalty meant something to him.”

Vivek exhaled through his nose, his voice calm but clear. “Some men... some people they only show who they truly are when they think you won’t notice. But you did. And as much as it hurts now… it’s better than living in a lie.”
Vivek saw this as a chance and gently said, “Hey Kavya, everything that’s happened… maybe it’s for the best. Now, nothing is holding you back. You can do anything you want in life. If you’re unsure…, can I show you something?”

Kavya remained seated, silently crying, her eyes downcast. Without forcing her, Vivek reached out and softly held her hand. He helped her to her feet, then placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She didn’t resist his touch, felt safe, kind.

Without saying much, he slowly guided her up to the second floor. Kavya didn’t speak or protest. Something in his quiet care made her feel comforted, and she followed him willingly.
They reached the second floor and entered a beautiful room surrounded by glass walls. The outside view was stunning lush trees, distant hills, and the soft glow of evening light poured in through the panes. It felt like a world apart, calm and untouched.

Vivek still had his hand gently resting on Kavya’s shoulder. He guided her toward the glass wall and softly said, “Look at that tree out there.”

Kavya lifted her eyes and gazed at a tall, old tree standing alone, swaying gently in the wind. There was something peaceful about it.
Vivek stood just behind her, his presence quiet but close. He didn’t speak further, only stayed there, allowing the silence to hold the moment.
Vivek broke the silence with a soft voice. “Hey Kavya… in my childhood, I used to sleep in that tree. I had nothing back then just dreams and empty hands.”

He paused for a moment, then continued with a gentle smile, “But life… it changes. Today, I’m standing here, in this city, in this moment… with a beautiful woman beside me.”
As he spoke, he slowly wrapped his arms around her from behind. His touch was warm, not rushed. He brushed her hair gently over one shoulder, revealing the other. Then, with quiet care, he placed a tender kiss on her shoulder.
Kavya didn’t pull away. She stood still, her eyes still on the tree, her heart quietly absorbing the moment. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel broken just held.

After a few quiet seconds, Kavya slowly turned around. Her eyes met Vivek’s, searching his face, his expression. They stood like that just looking locked in a silence that spoke more than words could.
Vivek leaned in gently and whispered, “Kavya, tonight… there are no rules. Nothing holding you back.”

Then, softly, he kissed her lips.
At first, it was gentle uncertain but real. Kavya didn’t move at first. But then, as if something inside her finally let go, she wrapped her arms around him. Her response was quiet but full of meaning. She kissed him back, letting herself be in the moment, not running from it.
After holding each other for a while, Vivek slowly met Kavya’s eyes, his gaze soft but intense. With gentle care, he slipped her pallu down, letting it fall gracefully to the floor.
He then bent down slowly, placing both hands lightly on her midriff, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his palms. His eyes traced the curve of her beautiful navel as he whispered, “Hey Kavya, you’re so beautiful.”

Then, with tender reverence, he began kissing her navel, his lips brushing softly against her skin, exploring with gentle affection.
Kavya closed her eyes, her hands slipping into her hair as she leaned her head against the cool glass wall. Vivek’s lips continued their tender exploration of her navel, his gentle and reverent touch.

After a few moments, he slowly unhooked her skirt and carefully slid it down her hips. He paused, mesmerized by the sight before him Kavya in black thong panties, delicate and alluring. Without hesitation, he began kissing along the fabric, tracing gentle, lingering kisses over her.

Kavya started moaning, Vivek was busy kissing her thong panties for some minutes after some minutes he turned her backwards and saw a beautiful Ass bums, it was very hard and big in size, finally he felt some he achieved in his life, Vivek was very happy to see her beautiful bums, His cock started rolling in her shorts, Without wasting time he started kissing and licking her ass bums,

Kavya’s soft moan filled the room with a whisper of desire and hesitation. Without breaking eye contact, he rose slowly, his movements deliberate and confident.
In one smooth motion, he lifted her effortlessly with both hands and gently laid her down on the bed. The world seemed to pause around them; every breath charged with anticipation.
Kavya lay on the bed, dressed only in a sleeveless blouse and delicate thong panties. Vivek Sharma slowly removed his T-shirt and shorts, revealing the toned muscles of his back as he climbed onto the bed beside her. Kavya’s breath caught for a moment, stunned by the raw intensity before her. His dick is 8 inches long, almost twice the length of her husband Rakhul's, and it was pointed at her like a gun,
Suddenly, Vivek moved closer, his body pressing gently against hers. He leaned down and began to kiss her cheeks softly, then traced delicate kisses along her lips. Kavya closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, allowing herself to savor every touch and sensation.

After a few minutes of kissing, Vivek was losing his control, he tried to tear her blouse and see her beautiful mangoes, But kavya stopped him and she slowly unhooked her blouse, Vivek hit her hand and he unhooked very fast, Kavya again closed his eyes and feeling the pleasure, , Then he pulled the blouse and threw it on the floor,

Kavya lay on the bed, wearing only a black bra and matching thong panties. Vivek Sharma looked at her thoughtfully, a quiet admiration in his eyes. “I must be the luckiest man to share this moment with Mrs. Kavya Shetty, IPS
Then, without wasting time, he climbed back onto her body and started squeezing her boobs very hard, Kavya moaned again Aahhhhhhhhhhh''' This time in pain. But Vivek decided not to stop, he again increased the pressure in his palm and squeezed both her mangoes very hard for a few minutes,
After a few minutes of squeezing her mangoes, he unfastened her bra and threw it on the floor. This time Vivek got the beautiful view of her two milky boobs, the nipple is slightly rosy in color, some drops of milk came outside the nipples,

Then Vivek slowly put his mouth to her rosy nipples and started squeezing her breasts and sucking the milk, Kavya again moaned Aahhhh in pain, at the same time Vivek thought in his head, you damn bitch you are screaming in pain? You should have hit many criminals in jail, how they got pain, now you too are feeling the pain and again increased the pressure in his palm,

Kavya was very tired and screamed in pain, then Vivek said, "This time it's a pleasure for you," and he slowly moved his mouth into her thong panties, pulled out the panties and threw them on the floor.

Finally, Vivek Sharma saw her beautiful, delicious pussy of Mrs. Kavya Shetty IPS which is in V shape, and he understood that the hair was trimmed few days ago and it was very neat and clean, inner layer is light brown with pink in color,

Without wasting time, he inserted her tongue into her V-shaped pussy and started drilling, This time Kavya liked the way he did it, She kept moaning slowly Aahhhhhhh, Aaahhhhh, Vivek drilled her pussy with his tongue for almost 30 minutes and brought her to her first orgasm, Kavya ejected the white juice from her pussy, Vivek licked the juice and feels the taste,
Kavya was almost tired and closed her eyes, seeing this Vivek said, "Hey kavya don’t lose your energy, Now is the hunting time and he held his dick in his hand and slowly inserted into her delicious pussy, Even kavya with a child still her pussy was tight, Vivek Sharma said, "Hey kavya I think your husband is not worth having you and pushed his full size dick into her pussy,

Kavya screamed in pain again, Aaahhhhh, Vivek Sharma put his lips on her lips and started moving his hips back and forth, He started slowly and after a few seconds he increased the speed,

Kavya was in high pleasure, Vivek increased the speed and started fucking her like a whore, After 30 minutes of hard fucking, Vivek shouted Ahhhhhh, You fucking slut kavya and discharged the huge amount of sperms in her pussy, Hearing these words of Vivek, Kavya face turns red, But understanding the situation Vivek said sorry kavya, from emotions it had happened and started kissing her lips again,
Kavya suddenly pulled away, her breath uneven. Without saying a word, she slid off the bed and began gathering her clothes. Her silence was louder than any outburst. As she fastened her bra and panties and adjusted her hair, she finally spoke her voice calm, but firm.
"Vivek... I should have stopped this earlier. Something about this doesn't feel right anymore. I need to go."
Vivek, now fully aware of the shift in her tone, stood up from the bed and took a few steps toward her.

"Kavya..." he said softly, uncertain whether to explain, apologize, or ask her to stay.
But she didn’t wait for a response. She looked at him not with anger, but with clarity.
"You’ve always been respectful to the public, and I hope you'll respect this too."
As Kavya moved toward to take the blouse and skirt, Vivek called out behind her, his voice rough and unguarded.
"Kavya, wait... I said I'm sorry."
She paused, she was in her black bra and panties, but didn’t turn around.
"I'm not like your husband," he continued, his words cutting through the silence.
"I’ve never had someone real in my life. No one stood by me because of who I am—not the power, not the name. Just... me."
Kavya turned slightly, watching him from the corner of her eye.

Vivek took a breath and confessed quietly,
"The truth is, most of the women I’ve known... were paid. Call girls. That’s the world I got used to. So, when I said what I said, it wasn’t about you. It came from a broken place. I’ve never known what it’s like to be close to someone who actually matters."

Kavya’s expression softened, but she stayed quiet. The weight of his honesty lingered between them.

Without wasting time and not giving a chance to think, Vivek embraced her again and started hugging and kissing her lips. This time Kavya fell into his trap again, then he slowly carried her over his hands and placed her back on the bed,

Vivek again unhooked her bra and pulled her panties down and made her nude in the bed, He again kissed on her lips and inserted his monstrous dick into her pussy and started fucking her,  

Kavya started moaning again ‘Aaaaahhhh, Vivek was very angry, he increased the speed this time little harder with fury and he continued this round of almost 45 minutes and again the huge amount of sperm ejected in her pussy, Like the way he fucked her for 3 – 4 rounds in her pussy, this time kavya lost all her energy she slowly pulled out her dick from her pussy and pulled him side and rest her pussy side in bed and showed her buttocks and tried to sleep,

The clock on the wall ticked past 12:30 AM. The room was quiet, wrapped in a stillness that only the middle of the night could bring.
Vivek lay beside Kavya, watching her sleep, her breath steady, her body finally at ease. He felt a strange mixture of calm and restlessness, as though part of him was still carrying a storm.
Slowly, carefully, he slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake her. He moved to the nearby table, opened a small drawer, and pulled out a silver pillbox.

Without hesitation, he took one pill, placed it in his mouth, and swallowed it dry.

His eyes lingered on Kavya for a moment and said inside his mind “you fucking slut, this time I am going to hunt your beautiful wide Ass,
Vivek stood quietly at the edge of the room, the soft light from the hallway casting a glow across the floor. He picked up a small bottle of calming coconut oil something and poured a few drops into his hands, rubbing them slowly in to her ass hole

Just then, Kavya stirred in her sleep. Her voice, low and drowsy, murmured,
“Vivek… don’t do anything foolish.”
Vivek looked over at her, a faint smile touching his face and said, “I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re safe here. With me.”

With these words he slowly inserted the tip of his dick into her ass hole, then he slowly rubbed his dick outside her asshole for a few minutes, Kavya was very tense and bit into the pillow, seeing this Vivek kissed her cheeks and pushed his cock inside her ass holes, Kavya was in pain Aaahhhh screamed but she was helpless, Vivek started moving his hips hips back and forth slowly,

After few seconds Vivek increase the speed and fucked her ass very hard, Because of the pill power, he was able to keep the round of almost 1 hour, Kavya was collapsed in bed.
Vivek fucked her arsehole and pussy almost all night without giving her a break,

Time is around 2.00 AM

Vivek stepped out onto the small balcony, lighting a cigarette with a quiet flick of his lighter. The night air was cool, brushing against his skin as he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissolve into the darkness.
From where he stood, he could still see Kavya was naked and asleep on the bed, her bright skin softened in the glow of the dim light. Seeing her again his dick erected very hard,
Vivek quietly stabbed out the cigarette and returned to the room, moving slowly so as not to disturb the calm. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, watching her breathing steadily, though clearly still tired.
He lay down beside her, keeping a respectable distance. After a pause, he gently asked,
“Hey, Kavya… are you okay?”
Kavya stirred slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No... please..." she mumbled, then turned away and drifted back into sleep.
Vivek decided not to disturb her anymore, got out of bed, took his mobile phone and, unbeknownst to her, took a naked picture of her as she lay naked in bed.
After taking photos of her, Vivek climbed back into bed, hugged her and gave her a gentle kiss and slept with her at night,
The soft morning light crept through the edges of the curtains. It was 5:30 AM when Kavya slowly stirred awake. Her head still felt heavy, but her mind was clearer than the night before.
She blinked a few times and realized Vivek was still beside her, his arm gently resting across her waist in his sleep.

Careful not to wake him, she slowly shifted his arm aside and sat up. Her Bra, blouse, Pantis and saree lay on the floor, not torn. She felt a quiet relief at that small detail.
She got dressed quickly, tying her hair up and adjusting her saree.
Behind her, she heard Vivek’s voice, still heavy with sleep:
“Hey… baby… good morning.”
Kavya turned to look at him, her face calm, unreadable.
“Good morning, Mr. Sharma,” she replied.
There was a pause. For a second, the air between them held a mixture of warmth, confusion, and something unspoken.
Vivek stretched and sat up, running a hand through his hair.
“Leaving already?”
Kavya nodded.
“Duty calls. Unlike you, I must serve the law not just charm it.”
She gave a faint, teasing smile. Vivek chuckled, sensing she was pulling back into her professional self.
“Will I see you again?” he asked.

Kavya smiled faintly and said bi to Vivek and left his house. After 45 minutes of driving, she reached her villa. Inside, Balraj was in the kitchen, cooking.

[Anoop Nair]

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Next Update : Tomorrow Evening ,

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter- 9
 
Hearing the car sound, he looked out the window and saw Kavya stepping out. She quietly walked into the villa.

Balraj watched her for a moment, concern flickering in his eyes. Where had she been all night? he wondered. And why did her face look so dull, so tired?

Kavya went into her room and quietly locked the door behind her. Without even bothering to change out of her saree, she walked straight into the bathroom.

The cold tiles sent a shiver up her spine, but she didn’t care. She turned on the shower, letting the water crash down over her.
And then, the tears came.

Pressed against the wall, her body trembling, she cried silently at first, then uncontrollably. The sound of the water masked her sobs, but nothing could hide the ache in her chest.
Her mascara ran in dark streaks, mixing with the water as it fell to the floor, her saree clinging heavily to her like the weight she was carrying inside.
She didn’t know how long she stood there minutes, maybe hours. Time didn’t matter.
Only the pain did.

9:00 AM – security officer Station
Kavya’s car rolled into the parking lot of the city station. She stepped out, straightened her uniform, and took a long breath. Her mind wasn’t where it should be.

Her thoughts pulled in two directions:
The confusion and guilt from last night with Vivek Sharma, a moment she didn’t fully understand or plan and now regretted.
The betrayal she feared from Rakhul, the man she had loved deeply, now tangled with another woman Rekha Sharma, whose connection to the unfolding case was more than personal.
By the time she reached her desk, it was already 9:45 AM. Files lay untouched. Reports from junior officers were waiting. But she barely heard them.

At 12:15 PM, her phone buzzed.
Message from Vivek Sharma:
"Hey Kavya… last night was unforgettable. You’re something else."
Her heart sank. She stared at the screen, unmoving. Her hands slowly curled into fists.
She didn’t reply.
Five minutes later, her phone rang.
Vivek Sharma.
She sighed deeply, clenched her jaw, and made a quick decision.
She couldn’t show weakness. She couldn’t lose control.
She answered, calm but cold. “Yes, Mr. Sharma?”
“Come on, Kavya. You’re acting like a stranger now?” His voice was casual, playful, but with an edge the kind of tone that tested boundaries.
She kept her tone professionally. “I’m in office hours, Mr. Sharma. If there’s something official, you can send it through the proper channel.”
He chuckled. “So formal today. Wasn’t so formal last night…”
Kavya didn’t flinch. “Let’s not mix personal and professional. You’re a respected politician. I’m an officer. Let’s keep it that way.”
Silence. Then, he laughed again but this time it was thinner, sharper. “You’re clever, Kavya. I like that. But remember… we both shared something real. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
She didn’t respond. She cut the call. But she knew this wasn’t over.
Vivek Sharma wasn’t the type to step back easily. And now, she had two storms to face: one in her home, and one in the city’s shadows,

A few days passed.

Kavya stood at the large window in her office, watching traffic move below. Her eyes were sharp again, not clouded by guilt or grief anymore. She had decided.
"Enough of emotional chaos. Rakhul. Vivek. The whispers. The distractions. It’s time to return to what I’m here for."

Her mind refocused like a weapon. The elections were just two months away, and pressure was building fast. The Home Secretary had already hinted during an encrypted call: “We need a strategic impact in the city. Something big. Something clean. If Gajendar Singh slips, the party wins.”
Kavya knew what that meant: They needed her to crack open a case big enough to shake public opinion, and Gajendar Singh was the obvious mark.

She opened the special surveillance folder on her encrypted tablet a file titled “OPERATION GS”. Dozens of shadow cases, old missing people, bribery allegations, and illegal land deals. All incomplete. All buried.
But no convictions. “He’s not clean,” she whispered. “He’s just careful.”
She called Inspector Chandan, her most trusted officer.

“Get me every document, every whisper about Gajendar Singh from the last 5 years especially the ones that were never followed up. I want witnesses, dismissed officers, and retracted complaints. Everything.”
Chandan nodded. “And his current allies?”
Kavya replied coldly, “Start with the people who affected by Gajendar Singh,

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter -10


Who is the inspector, Chandan?

Chandan was born in the rural hills of Tripura, in a humble farming family. Growing up with limited means, he worked hard through college and later cracked the state security officer entrance exams. It was a proud day when he got his posting his first salary and helped move his family from their village to a modest rental home in Agartala.

At 31, Chandan had already earned the respect of his peers. Calm under pressure, honest to the core, and driven by duty he quickly rose through the ranks. But life had a surprise for him outside the uniform.

His love story with Shalini (Age- 30), a sharp-witted, confident woman from Kerala, began on Instagram. What started as a casual exchange over photography and nature reels turned into daily chats, video calls, and eventually love.
When their wedding was announced, a few eyebrows were raised. Shalini was not only from a different state, but also had a striking presence graceful, intelligent, and outspoken. Some whispered about her beauty. Other men and his friends questioned how this son of bitch got this beautiful Mallu girl. But those who knew them well saw the truth: they were deeply in sync, both valuing simplicity, loyalty, and mutual respect.

 Shalini came from a modest, middle-class family in Kerala. Her father had spent most of his life working in the Gulf, ensuring his family never lacked the essentials. Thanks to his sacrifices, Shalini completed her education without struggling and had the comfort of waiting to decide her next step.

During that time, she became deeply involved in Instagram especially in posting short reels. It wasn’t fame she was chasing, but expression. She enjoyed the creativity and connection. Among the many followers and casual admirers, one person stood out Chandan.
His messages weren’t just compliments; they carried warmth, wit, and honesty. A few chats turned into regular conversations, and soon, a long-distance bond took root. They found in each other something rare: simplicity and sincerity.

But love wasn’t enough for everyone.
When Shalini told her family about Chandan, resistance came swiftly. Her parents warned her: "He comes from a poor background. He lives in a rented house. He can’t give you the life you’re used to."

But Shalini’s mind was made up. Love, she believed, was worth the risk.
They got married quietly, without grandeur. For a few months, everything seemed fine. But slowly, reality crept in. Money was tight. Bills piled up. Shalini had dreams small ones, but real and they seemed far away now. Her father offered to help, but she refused.
"I made this choice. I’ll live it without leaning back."
Still, there were nights she sat quietly, staring at the ceiling, wondering… Had I made a mistake?
As the pressure of finances grew heavier on Chandan and Shalini, she decided it was time to step up and contribute. Though she had once dreamed of a different kind of life, Shalini was not one to sit idle and complain.
She applied for a position as an accountant and soon secured a job at a reputed private college on the outskirts of Agartala.

Yes, the very same college that Kavya had visited recently for the Sports Day function. The same college with deep political ties and suspicious trust ownership. At the time, neither Kavya nor Shalini knew of each other,
Shalini was proud of earning the accountant position at the college. In her mind, it was proof that, despite their financial troubles, she could stand on her own. She believed her education and sincerity had landed her the job.
But she was wrong. Behind the scenes, every hiring decision in that college passed through the hands of Mr. Gajendar Singh, the man who unofficially controlled the trust that ran the institution. When Shalini’s application came across his desk, he barely glanced at her qualifications. It wasn’t her degree that caught his attention, it was her photo.


Gajendar recognized her instantly. Though he had never followed her Instagram account, he had seen her reels before the charm, the innocence, the camera presence. To him, she wasn’t just another applicant; she was a silent obsession reborn into reality.

He approved her appointment without hesitation. To everyone else, it looked like a routine hire. To Gajendar, it was a calculated move.

Shalini, unaware of the real reason behind her hiring, carried on with her duties focused, diligent, and still hopeful that her hard work would turn things around.

But she was already on a chessboard. And someone had just made their opening move.
Shalini, who followed traditional Kerala customs, preferred wearing sarees to college. Her elegant appearance often stood out, especially as she carried herself with grace and dignity. Gajendar Singh, who visited the college once or twice a month to oversee the accounts, would often meet with her in his private cabin, where she would assist him by clearly explaining financial matters.

On several occasions, Gajendar found himself quietly admiring Shalini’s traditional attire. Her neatly dbangd saree and well-fitted blouse and she used to fix the skirt below her naval subtly caught his attention. However, aware of his professional responsibilities and the environment he was in, Gajendar remained composed. He was careful not to let his thoughts or admiration overstep boundaries, choosing instead to maintain his reputation and wait for a more appropriate moment.
Gajendar Singh didn’t believe in weakness. But ever since Shalini joined the college, he’d found a part of himself losing control. She wasn’t just attractive it was the way she held herself. Graceful. Unshaken. Traditional in appearance but modern in thought. It was maddening to him, how someone so quiet could take up so much space in his mind.

In his sleep, she walked through his thoughts like a shadow. He dreamed of her often dbangd in her usual saree, speaking calmly, eyes meeting him without fear. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even a desire. It was obsession rooted in something darker:

We can go back to the story; Chandan was deeply sincere in his work and held a strong sense of loyalty toward Kavya Shetty. Determined to uncover the truth, he began investigating the situation of the affected people in Agartala. Days passed as he worked tirelessly, chasing leads and speaking with informants.

Finally, his persistence paid off he received a tip-off that a container filled with electronic goods was being transferred to Bangladesh. The container had no proper documentation and was scheduled to be moved onto a ship the following day.

Chandan immediately reported the information to Kavya. She listened carefully, her expression sharp with focus.

“This is sensitive,” she told him in a low voice. “No one can know about this until we act. We must catch that container, no matter what.”
The next day, Kavya used her authority to obtain special access to the port. She discreetly assembled a trusted team officer; she had full confidence in and led the operation herself.

By afternoon, her team intercepted the container just as it was being loaded for shipment. A thorough inspection revealed the truth: there were no valid documents, and the electronic items were being smuggled out of the country illegally.

Kavya stood silently for a moment, staring at the container. The operation had been a success, but she knew this was just the beginning.

A few hours later, a crowd of TV reporters arrived at the port, cameras flashing and microphones ready. They surrounded Kavya, eager for a statement.

“Madam, who is behind this illegal shipment?” one reporter asked, thrusting a mic toward her.
Kavya remained composed, her eyes sharp and unwavering.

“We cannot reveal that right now,” she said firmly. “But I assure you—we will catch the culprit and bring him before the public. No one is above the law.” Her words made headlines within minutes.

Meanwhile, miles away, Gajendar Singh was watching the live news on his phone. His face darkened with fury. Slamming the phone onto the table, he turned to his team. “How did this happen?” he barked. “Who lets this slip? Who gave Kavya this information?”
No one dared to speak.

“I want answers!” he shouted. “Find out who leaked this to her today! I don’t care what it takes. Whoever it is… they’ll pay for this.”
The room went silent as his team scrambled into action, knowing that when Gajendar lost his temper, the consequences were inevitable. Gajendar’s team was in a frenzy, urgently trying to trace the source of the leak. Phones rang constantly, files were pulled out, and questions were thrown around like fire, no one wanted to be the one caught unprepared.
Meanwhile, on the other hand, Kavya was having one of her most fulfilling days. Her phone buzzed with calls and messages from different departments called to congratulate her on the successful operation. Her efforts were finally being recognized.
Amid the flood of messages, one came from Vivek Sharma. “Well done, Kavya! ?”
She smiled and replied politely: “Thank you.”
Moments later, another message popped up from him: “Waiting for the treat ?”
She saw it but didn’t respond.
Whether it was her mood, her priorities, or something she couldn’t quite names, she simply let the message sit there, unanswered.

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter - 11


It was 6:30 in the evening, and Kavya was still riding the high of a successful day. Smiling, she stepped out of the car as Bappy dropped her off at the villa gate.
“Good night, madam,” Bappy said, tipping his head.
“Good night, Bappy,” she replied warmly before walking toward the entrance.
As she approached the front door, she noticed Balraj sitting quietly on the steps, his face unusually downcast.

Seeing her, he stood up and spoke hesitantly, “Madam ji… I have some problems in my family. If you don’t mind, please give me the 3 hours off. I’ve already cooked your dinner.”
Kavya’s voice cut through the villa, sharp and cold. “Mr. Balraj, you’re here for work—not for personal drama. This is your first and last warning. From now on, don’t expect me to approve of any more casual leaves. Understood?”

Balraj stiffened. Her words stung more than he expected, but he held his posture. “Yes, madam,” he said quietly, lowering his eyes to avoid showing what was brewing inside him.
As he turned away, his face tightened. One day, he thought bitterly, she’ll learn what it means to treat people like this. Life has a way of teaching those lessons. If not… maybe I will.

He said nothing, walking away with a silent promise burning in his chest.

Kavya watched him for a moment before unlocking the door. The house was quite quiet after the energy of the day, but she appreciated the peace. She stepped inside, the scent of freshly cooked food greeting her as she closed the door behind her.

Kavya changed out of her uniform and slipped into a pair of high-waisted blue yoga leggings and a matching long-sleeved crop top. The soft fabric hugged her frame comfortably, perfect for unwinding after a long day. She rolled out her yoga mat in the center of her room and began her stretches, letting her mind clear and her breath slow.

The room was quiet except for the calming music playing from her speaker. Time slipped by, and by 7:30 PM, she had finished her session, feeling relaxed and light.

After a few minutes, she sat down to enjoy the dinner Balraj had prepared. The warm flavors comforted her, and she felt grateful for the small piece of the evening. Later, she played with her cat, who lazily stretched and purred in the corner of her bed. It batted at her fingers playfully, unaware of the weight her day had carried.

Suddenly, a car horn broke the calm.
Kavya froze for a second, her hand still resting on the cat’s fur. The sound of a vehicle pulling up echoed from outside, followed by the repeated ringing of the doorbell downstairs.
She glanced at the clock, it was almost 8 PM. Her brow furrowed. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Without a word, she stood up and walked cautiously toward the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough to peek out. It was Vivek Sharma.

He stood at the doorstep, casually dressed in a T-shirt and pants, holding a small bouquet of fresh flowers. His expression was warm, almost too cheerful for the time and situation.
Kavya’s eyes widened in surprise. What is he doing here?” she thought, scolding him silently in her mind. Why now? Why at my house? She instinctively stepped back from the window, her heart beating faster not out of excitement, but discomfort. She didn’t like surprises. Especially not ones like this.

But she knew she couldn’t ignore the bell forever. With a sigh, she straightened her top, brushed her hair back with her fingers, and walked downstairs. A few seconds later, she opened the door with a composed expression, masking the irritation she felt inside.

“Hi, Mr. Vivek Sharma,” she said, her tone polite but unmistakably cool.

Vivek smiled, holding out the flowers. “Congratulations, Kavya. I saw the news. You handled it like a pro. Thought you deserved these.”

She took a second before responding, her eyes flicking from the flowers to his face. “Thank you,” she said, without reaching for them. “But you could’ve just texted, like you did earlier.”
Vivek’s smile faltered ever so slightly, but he tried to recover. “Yeah, I just thought it’d mean more in person. Hope I didn’t come at a bad time.”

Kavya gave a small, tight smile. “Actually… it’s not the best time. But I appreciate the gesture.”
Both stepped into the hall. Kavya walked ahead, her posture composed and calm, while Vivek followed behind, taking in the surroundings and her presence.

He hadn't expected to see her like this. Dressed in a sleek blue yoga outfit, fresh from her evening session, she looked very hot and sexy. Specially her thunder thighs and Ass bums tempted him, the panties and bra which she was wearing is visible outside the outfit,
Seeing this Vivek thought his mind ‘Saalii thu mera mood banaathia..

Vivek was momentarily caught off guard. Kavya sensed the weight of his silence and turned slightly, narrowing her eyes.

“Do you want to sit?” she asked, her voice measured.

“Yeah… sure,” he replied quickly, shaking off his thoughts. He sat on the edge of the couch, still holding the flowers awkwardly.
Kavya remained standing, arms folded. “You came here just to give me flowers and say congratulations?”

Vivek smiled nervously. “That… and maybe see you smile in person. The way you handled that operation today people are talking about it everywhere.”

Her expression softened slightly but remained guarded. “I appreciate that. But next time, maybe ask before showing up at someone’s door uninvited.”
He nodded, sensing the boundary. “Fair enough.”
Kavya crossed her arms and looked at him seriously. “Mr. Vivek, if someone sees you here at my villa at this hour, what do you think they’ll assume? This isn't the right time or the right way to drop by.”
Vivek raised his hands in a half-apologetic gesture. “Hey, Kavya… I’m sorry about that. But you’re my closest friend now. I thought I could stop by… maybe even get a hot cup of coffee,” he added with a playful grin.
Kavya’s irritation flared but she didn’t let it show on her face. With a practiced calm, she turned and said, “Fine.”

Without waiting for a response, she walked toward the kitchen.

Vivek leaned back slightly on the couch, watching her move with quiet admiration. Her yoga outfit, form-fitting and elegant, highlighted her grace with every step. He caught himself staring again at the curve of her ass and thighs, the sway of her walk and quickly looked away, trying not to get carried away by the moment.
In the kitchen, Kavya set the kettle on the stove and took a deep breath. She didn’t like being caught off guard, especially not in her personal space. But for now, she decided to play it civil.
“Sugar?” she called out, her voice steady.
“Two spoons,” Vivek replied cheerfully,
Vivek couldn’t hold back his feelings any longer. Every moment he spent near Kavya only deepened the pull he felt toward her. Without thinking, he got up and quietly stepped into the kitchen.

Leaning casually against the wall, he watched her from behind the way her panties shape is visible outside the pant, when she was rinsed and clean the glass, he got to see her ass bum was jerked slightly, Vivek dick got a huge erection inside his pant,

Kavya sensed his gaze but didn’t turn around immediately. She took a steady breath, reminding herself to stay composed.
“Vivek,” she said softly without looking at him, “you really should sit down. Don’t want you to tire yourself out.”

He smiled gently but didn’t move. “I’m fine here. Just… watching you is enough.”
Saying this he slowly moved behind her very closely and placed his hand on her ass bum and squeezed, Kavya was shocked by his reaction, suddenly she turned and put the coffee glass down in the floor,
Kavya pleased, Hey Vivek, we can’t do this anymore, I am married and have one small child , at that day it was my mistake , please leave me ,

Vivek was not ready to listen to her words, he hugged her tightly and started kissing her lips and squeezing her two beautiful mangos, Kavya tried to stop him for few times, but her attempts were unsuccessful,
Vivek pushed her near the washbasin and forced her to bend over and put her hand there, now she was in the doggy position, the hen pulled his pant and inners down,

Kavya was helpless, before she could react, he tore the leggings off her back and pulled her panties to the side, Kavya pleaded again, "Hey Vivek, please don’t do this to me,

Vivek said his is the pleasure I need from my beautiful Kavya. He spat saliva into his hand and rubbed it on her asshole, then slowly inserted his cock into her hole and started fucking her,

Kavya screamed in pain '' Aaaahhh, but Vivek was not ready to stop, he increased the speed and fucked her ass for almost 1 hour and shot the first round of cum in her hole and leaned on her shoulders and hugged her from behind,
Kavya was in pain, Vivek slowly moved his lips in her ear and asked, Kavya can we go to your bedroom, His cock was still in her asshole,
Kavya didn’t reply, then they both heard the horning bell sound, Kavya understood that it was Balraj, suddenly Kavya pulled Vivek Sharma and ran upstairs, Vivek stood in the kitchen and watched her running upstairs with torn pant and panties,

Vivek Sharma thought, "Saali, that’s enough for today, I will screw your ass again,

Vivek Sharma adjusted his shirt and quietly opened the entrance door.
To his immediate discomfort Balraj was standing just outside, his hand raised, about to ring the bell again. The two men froze for a second, eyes locked.

Balraj’s expression shifted from confusion to quiet shock. His gaze flicked past Vivek Sharma and toward the villa's interior, then back to Vivek’s face.

Vivek Sharma cleared his throat, trying to keep it casual. “Hey Kuthee saala… you’re back early.”
Balraj didn’t respond right away. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. After a pause, he simply said, “Yes saab ji, madam gave me permission, but things got settled faster at home, so I thought I’d return.”
Vivek gave a short nod and stepped aside. “I was just leaving.”
Balraj moved aside to let him pass, but the silence between them was heavy. As the door closed behind Vivek, Balraj stood there for a moment,
Kavya had changed out of her yoga leggings and into something more comfortable a long cotton kurta and lounge pants. She stepped out from the hallway upstairs, walking down casually when she spotted Balraj entering the villa.
“Oh, Balraj,” she said with a light tone, “you came back early.”
Balraj gave a small nod, his face unreadable. “Yes, madam. My commitment was completed earlier than expected.”
Kavya smiled politely, but there was something different in her voice, something slightly off. And Balraj, though quiet by nature, had a sharp sense for unspoken things. He caught the tension in her posture, the way she avoided eye contact for a moment too long.
“Okay, good,” she added, then turned to walk toward the living area, trying to appear normal.
Balraj, saying nothing, slowly made his way to the kitchen. As he stepped inside, he noticed the faint clink of glass under his shoe.
He looked down. A broken glass lay scattered across the floor. Alongside it, a small piece of delicate fabric, light-colored barely tucked beneath the kitchen counter.
His eyes narrowed slightly. He didn’t say a word. He simply stood there for a moment, piecing together more than just the objects in front of him. The silence, the tension, the unexpected guest, the rush to act casual all added up. Something happened here.
The next morning, Kavya woke up feeling unsettled. Her mind was heavy with thoughts she couldn’t shake. I’ve let Vivek Sharma get too close, she thought bitterly. Day by day, he’s taking advantage of my kindness... but I must stop this before it goes too far.
Despite the turmoil inside her, she knew she couldn’t afford distractions not now. She poured herself a cup of tea and sat by the window, staring out but not really seeing anything. Her focus was divided, her mind wrestling between the personal and the professional.
Still, her resolve remained firm. Today, she told herself, she would be all in. She would push forward with the investigation, putting every ounce of energy into the Gajendar Singh case. It was time to bring him down and ensure justice was served—no matter what else was happening in her life.

Though half-minded, Kavya’s determination burned brighter than ever.
Kavya arrived at work, determined to push through the day despite the storm swirling in her mind. She threw herself into her tasks, coordinating with her team and following every lead to tighten the case against Gajender Singh.

Meanwhile, Gajender Singh’s team had uncovered a crucial piece of information the leak had come from Inspector Chandan. Fury ignited within Gajender like wildfire.
“I will make you pay for this, you bloody traitor!” he snarled, slamming his fist on the table. His eyes burned with rage as he plotted his next move to crush anyone standing in his way.

The Next Day

Gajender Singh sat at the head of the table in his private farmhouse, surrounded by his most trusted men. The air was thick with tension. They had just confirmed what he suspected Inspector Chandan was the one who had leaked the container operation to Kavya Shetty.
Several members of the gang were fired up, voices rising with anger and bravado.
“Let’s finish him,” one of them hissed. “He’s a liability now.”
“Not now,” Gajender said coldly. “It’s election season. Every movie is watched. If we make one wrong step, it’ll cost more than just his life it’ll bring heat on all of us.”
The room quieted for a beat. Then someone chuckled from the side. “Fine, let him live for now… but if something did happen to him, I wouldn’t mind taking his beautiful wife. That one’s a prize on her own.”
Laughter rippled through the room. Gajender narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Another man grinned. “Come on, Tiger, don’t act innocent. His wife works in your college. You seriously don’t know her?”
Gajender tilted his head, trying to recall. “Who is she?”
One of the men leaned forward and smirked. “Her name’s Shalini. That elegant Mallu lady… always wearing those tight sarees like a proper headmistress. You’ve noticed her.”
Gajender’s expression didn’t change, but his silence deepened. He was piecing things together now. Shalini. So that’s Chandan’s wife.
He leaned back into his chair slowly, fingers drumming on the table. “Interesting,” he said at last.

The laughter died down. Everyone in the room understood that when Gajender Singh said interesting, it usually meant someone was going to suffer soon.

Gajender leaned forward, a slow grin spreading across his face. “So…” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “we play the real game from now on.”

The room fell silent. He stood up, adjusted his watch, and looked around at the men. “Chandan made his move. Now it’s our turn. But no mistakes. No noise. I want him watched every step, every call, every face he meets.”
One of the gang members nodded. “And his wife?”
Gajender’s grin faded into something colder. “She’s not the target. Yet. But if Chandan crosses another line… everything he loves becomes part of the game.”
He paused, then added, “For now, plant the bait. Let’s see how far he’s willing to go.”
He gave out a few more quiet instructions for their next assignments, something coded, precisely, and then walked toward the exit. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the silent room as the rest of the men looked at each other, their laughter now gone, replaced by the thrill of strategy and revenge.

Outside, Gajender stepped into his car, his expression unreadable. The war had started. But he would fight it like he always did quietly, from the shadows, until the enemy didn’t even know where the final blow came from.

[Anoop Nair]

Chapter – 12


A few days passed.

Kavya, now more composed and focused, had shifted her full attention back to the mission. The container bust had been a major blow to Gajender Singh’s operations, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted the entire network dismantled, and Gajender behind bars.
In her office, she met with Inspector Chandan, outlining a new plan. “We’re going to follow the money trail,” she said firmly. “This time, we’ll freeze their accounts before they even realize what hit them.”
Chandan nodded. “Understood, madam. I’ll start right away.

But at the other end of the city, Gajender Singh was already watching. His team had flagged Chandan’s increased activity. And though the gang members suspected something was brewing, none of them could decide what Gajender himself was plotting.
Because now… he had begun his real game.
This wasn’t just about eliminating a threat. Gajender wanted to break Chandan completely and take what mattered most to him.

He paced slowly through the garden of his private estate, his mind cold and calculating. To destroy a man, he thought, you don’t just touch his body. You poison his peace. You take the one thing he thinks is safe…

He smiled faintly. Shalini.

The name echoed in his thoughts like a promise. But Gajender was too clever to move openly. No threats. No rash decisions. Everything had to look like coincidence. Like fate. Even his own men wouldn't know until it was too late. And by then, it will be over.
It was an ordinary afternoon when the sudden news struck like lightning.

Inspector Chandan, while sitting in his cabin, collapsed to the ground. Paralyzed. Unable to move. His colleagues rushed to his side, panicked and shouted for help. Within minutes, he rushed to the nearest hospital.

The news spread quickly and so did the gossip. By the time Kavya heard, whispers had already begun swirling around the workplace.

“She pushed him too hard…” “All that pressure from the Kavya Madam…” “That’s why he collapsed…”

Though she said nothing, each word landed like a stone in her heart. Guilt flooded her as she remembered their last conversation, his quiet determination, his promise to handle the assignment alone. She wasted no time. Within minutes, she reached the hospital, rushing toward the ICU.
There, just outside the doors, stood Shalini. Her eyes were red with tears, her arms tightly crossed as if holding herself together. The two women met eyes both strong, both wounded.

Before Kavya could speak, the ICU doors opened, and the doctor stepped out. He removed his mask and looked at them grimly. “We’re doing everything we can. Right now, we can’t say anything definitive. His condition is critical. We’ll need at least 24 hours… and several tests.”

Shalini’s breath hitched, and her knees slightly buckled. Kavya stepped forward and gently held her arm.

“We’ll wait,” she said quietly, though her own voice trembled. “He’s strong. He’ll pull through.” But in her heart, fear and guilt churned like a storm and behind them both, in the shadows,

Kavya sat beside Shalini in the quiet waiting area outside the ICU. Hours had passed, but neither of them moved. Shalini’s eyes were fixed on the floor, tears dried on her cheeks, while Kavya’s mind ran in a loop questions, regrets, and the growing dread that this wasn’t just coincidence.

Then, a young doctor stepped out holding a file. “Family members, please come with me,” he said.
Both women immediately stood. Shalini adjusted her saree nervously, and Kavya, still in her crisp security officer uniform, followed quickly behind. They entered the doctor’s cabin and sat down across from him.
The doctor removed his mask, glanced at the report, and took a deep breath.

“He’s stable now,” he began, “but his condition is serious. The paralysis… it’s not due to injury or stroke. His nervous system is not responding as expected. The veins are intact, but something has affected his motor response.”

Shalini’s face went pale. “What does that mean, doctor? Will he walk again?”

The doctor shook his head slowly. “Right now, we can’t say. He’s conscious, but he can’t move. We’ve already forwarded the reports to a higher medical board for deeper investigation. It could be toxins… or something neurological. We need time.”
Kavya leaned forward. “Toxins? Are you saying this might not be natural?”

The doctor gave a careful nod. “We’re not ruling anything out. But yes… the symptoms don’t align with natural causes.”

Shalini’s eyes welled up again. “Please… do whatever it takes.” “We will,” the doctor assured. “But the next 48 hours will be critical.”

Kavya exchanged a glance with Shalini. The guilt in her chest was now joined by suspicion. Something wasn’t right. And if this wasn’t natural… then someone had done this. Someone who wanted Inspector Chandan out of the way.

Inside the doctor’s cabin, the air was heavy with worry. Kavya placed a gentle hand on Shalini’s shoulder. Her voice was steady, but soft. “Shalini, don’t lose hope. Chandan is strong, he’ll come back from this. I promise.”

Shalini looked at her through tear-filled eyes, then slowly nodded. “I’ll wait… I’ll wait no matter how long it takes.”

Kavya managed a faint smile and said, “Go take some rest. I’ll stay back and speak to the doctor.” With hesitation, Shalini stepped out, wiping her eyes.
Once they were alone, Kavya turned back to the doctor. Her tone changed—now firm, controlled. “Doctor… earlier, you mentioned the possibility of toxins. Are you saying someone poisoned him?”
The doctor shook his head carefully. “No, I didn’t say that definitively. We don’t have conclusive evidence yet.”

“Then what are you suggesting?” she asked.
“It could be neurological perhaps a rare condition, or something that affected the spinal cord,” he explained. “But yes, we are considering toxins as a possibility too. Even something as simple as an insect or snake bite that went unnoticed.”

Kavya’s eyes narrowed. “You’re saying this could’ve been an accident… or intentional.”

“We’re not ruling anything out,” the doctor replied calmly. “The specialist reports should clarify more in 48 to 72 hours. Until then, please prepare the family for uncertainty.”
Kavya nodded, her mind already spinning. Chandan was working on a sensitive case. And now, suddenly, he’s paralyzed…
She stepped out of the room, her face unreadable. But deep inside, her instincts had shifted from guilt to suspicion.
After speaking with the doctor, Kavya stepped out of the cabin. She saw Shalini sitting alone on the bench, her eyes filled with worry.
Kavya sat beside her and gently said, “Shalini, the doctors are doing everything they can. This may take time, but Chandan is strong. You must stay strong too for him.” Shalini nodded silently, wiping away her tears. Kavya gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder and stood up.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” she said. “Call me if you need anything.”
As she walked away from the hospital, Kavya’s mind was heavy. The weight of responsibility, guilt, and now suspicion pressed on her shoulders. That night, she sat by the window of her villa, the lights dim, her thoughts circling endlessly around Chandan’s condition.
At 10 PM, her phone rang. Vivek Sharma.
Her jaw clenched. Anger surged through her as she stared at the screen. After a long second, she picked up.
“Hello?” Her voice was sharp, cold.
There was a pause, then Vivek’s voice came through too casually for her mood. “Kavya, I saw the news about Inspector Chandan. Just wanted to check on you. You, okay?”
Kavya didn’t respond immediately. Her tone remained firm. “Do you think this is the right time to call?”
Vivek hesitated, caught off guard. “I was just concerned. You seemed disturbed last time. I thought maybe”
She cut him off. “Vivek, listen carefully. I don’t have time to talk with you now. One of my best officers is in the ICU, possibly attacked. I need clarity, not confusion.”
There was silence on the line.
“I understand,” he finally said, voice quieter. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”
“You did,” she replied flatly, then ended the call.
She placed the phone on the table and leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. Her instincts were screaming louder than ever. This wasn’t over. Tomorrow, she will dig deeper. Quietly. Relentlessly. Whoever tried to break Chandan was going to regret it.

At the other end, after cutting the call Vivek Sharma shouted at him, scolding her in bad words “” Randi Saaali ,,,, You are showing your anger to me, I will pay this for you “”
 

[Anoop Nair]

Update : Today @ 11:59 PM

[Anoop Nair]

Update – 13
 
The next morning, Kavya woke up early, her mind still clouded with worry. She skipped breakfast, took a quick shower, and dressed in her crisp security officer uniform. She didn’t want to waste a moment. Without a second thought, she drove straight to the hospital.

By the time she reached, the corridors were already starting to fill. She walked with purpose toward the ICU, where Inspector Chandan had been kept under observation since his collapse.

She found the doctor near the nurse’s station and approached him immediately.
“Doctor,” she said, “Any update on his condition?” The doctor looked up from his clipboard and nodded. “Yes, madam. His vitals have stabilized. He’s out of immediate danger… but he’s still in a coma. There’s no neurological activity strong enough to wake him up yet.”
Kavya’s face tense. “Will he recover?”
The doctor gave a cautious shrug. “We can discharge him by next week if the family wants to continue treatment at home or in another care facility. But I won’t give any false hope. Right now, we can’t say whether or if he’ll regain consciousness. It could take weeks… or months.”
Kavya stood silently for a moment, absorbing the weight of the uncertainty.
She turned and saw Chandan’s parents sitting quietly on a bench nearby, looking tired and worried. She approached to greet them gently, offering quiet strength with a simple nod. They gave her a respectful, grateful smile.

That’s when she overheard a nurse quietly mentioning that Shalini had gone to meet some of her friends to try and arrange money for Chandan’s treatment.
Kavya froze. A wave of guilt hit her. The very officer who stood by her through thick and thin, the one who risked everything to help her expose corruption, now lay in a hospital bed, while his wife scrambled to gather funds.
She turned without saying a word and walked straight to the billing counter.
“I’d like to make a payment toward Inspector Chandan’s medical expenses,” she said.
“Are you a relative?” the billing clerk asked.
“No. I’m responsible,” she replied firmly.
She paid a significant portion of the pending amount, without revealing it to the family.

As she walked back through the hospital corridor, her eyes were sharp and focused. This wasn’t just duty anymore. It was personal.
And whoever brought Chandan to this point would answer it.
As Kavya stepped out of the hospital, the morning sun felt harsh against her face. Her mind was weighed down by emotion, but she forced herself to stay composed. She had just reached for her car when her phone rang again.

Private Number – HQ She exhaled and answered. “Hello, Kavya Shetty speaking.”
Her superior’s voice came through, stern and direct. “Kavya, what the hell is going on over there?” Kavya straightened her posture instinctively. “Sir?”
“We’re getting heavy pressure from political circles about the harbor case. Media is stirring up noise, opposition parties are fishing in chaos, and people are pointing fingers upward. We need results.”
“I understand, sir. We’ve identified connections, but we’re working to confirm who’s behind”
“We don’t want vague lines and assumptions, Kavya!” he cut in sharply. “We need solid evidence. If Gajender Singh is the one behind this, we need proof strong enough to hold in court.”

Kavya clenched her jaw, silently absorbing the blow.
“You’ve gotten days,” he continued. “If you don’t bring something concrete by then… we’ll have to shut this operation down. And you know what that means.”
Kavya closed her eyes. “Yes, sir.”
The line went dead.

She lowered her phone slowly and stood still by the car, the city noise fading in her ears. The walls were closing in from politics, from betrayal, from the weight of responsibility. She looked back at the hospital, where Chandan lay unconscious, and at the sky, where vultures circled silently. This was no longer a routine case. It was a war.

Ten days?
To uncover the truth. To bring down Gajender Singh. And to protect everyone who still believed in her.
Kavya started the engine. Her expression was calm, but her eyes burned with resolve. “Game on.”
Kavya’s head throbbed with a dull ache as she gripped the steering wheel. The weight of the last 24 hours Chandan’s condition, the hospital, the pressure from her superiors had settled heavily on her shoulders.
She made a quick decision. “No more today,” she whispered to herself. “I need to breathe.”
Turning away from the city’s chaos, she drove straight back to her villa, her mind clouded with fatigue and quiet frustration.

As she parked and stepped out of the car, Balraj looked up from the small garden he was tending to. One glance at her face was enough. Her eyes were tired, her movements slower, and she didn’t even acknowledge his presence—something she always did, even on her worst days.

Balraj watched silently, sensing something had gone terribly wrong.
Kavya walked straight through the front door and climbed the stairs to her room without a word. Once inside, she shut the door gently behind her and let out a long, strained breath.
She unbuttoned her uniform shirt and slipped it off, dropping it carelessly over the armrest of a chair. Dressed in her undershirt, she collapsed onto the sofa, letting her head fall back.
Silence filled the room thick and still.

She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her temples. The tension in her body refused to fade. Everything felt like it was falling apart.
But for now, she didn’t want to think about the case. Not about Gajender. Not about her husband. Not about politics. She just needed one moment… to feel human.

Downstairs, Balraj hesitated near the stairs, listening to the faint movements above. Something was wrong. Very wrong. And he had a feeling this was just the beginning.
Time: 10:00 AM
Kavya was still seated in her upstairs room, nursing her headache and lost in thought, when her phone rang again.
Caller: Vivek Sharma
Her jaw clenched the moment she saw the name. She stared at the screen for a second before answering sharply.
“Hello?”
Vivek’s voice came through, casual and carefree. “Hey Kavya… thought I’d check in. You free tonight? We could meet, relax a bit, maybe even have a little fun”
He chuckled softly; his tone laced with overfamiliarity. That was it.

Kavya’s eyes flared with anger. Her voice, though low, carried a storm. “Look here, Mr. Vivek Sharma,” she said with chilling calm, “I’m not your wife. I’m not your friend. And you have no right to speak to me that way.”
There was silence on the other end, but she didn’t stop. “I am an IPS officer, and you will treat me with the respect that comes with it. Don’t ever call me again with your nonsense. I know very well you’re the one pressuring my higher officials behind the scenes on this harbor case. Whatever happened between us that night was a mistaken accident, and I took full responsibility for letting my guard down. But don’t think for a second that you can use it against me.”
Her voice dropped even lower deadly calm. “You try that, and I promise, Vivek… you’ll regret it.”
She ended the call.

For a moment, there was silence in the room. Kavya stared at the phone in her hand, her fingers trembling not with fear, but with rage.

Behind her door, unseen by her, Balraj had been quietly passing by when he heard everything.
He froze. His expression twisted slightly—not with sympathy, but with smug curiosity.
“So, this is what’s going on?” he thought, a small, amused smile creeping across his face. “That night… you and Vivek Sharma? IPS officer or not, madam… even you have your weaknesses.” He walked away silently, his thoughts already spinning.

Time: 10:10 AM
Balraj walked silently down the stairs, a strange expression lingering on his face. He headed straight to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out a few vegetables. His hands moved mechanically, washing, peeling, cutting but his mind was elsewhere.
His thoughts swirled with what he had just overheard upstairs.
“So, Vivek Sharma… and Madam IPS…” He smirked to himself, slicing through a tomato with precision.
“Ballu, this is your chance,” he muttered quietly, just under his breath, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and calculation. “This is the moment you’ve been waiting for.”
The chopping grew more rhythmic.
She walks like a lioness, talks like a queen… but even queens fall when someone knows their secrets. This time, I won't just be her shadow in the house. This time, she'll know who Balraj really is.
He didn’t know exactly how he would use what he’d heard yet, but a seed had been planted. And Balraj, with his quiet presence and loyal servant mask, had learned the most dangerous skill of all,

About an hour later, Kavya came downstairs, having changed into a fitted T-shirt and dark leggings. Her hair was loosely tied, and she looked more relaxed but still carried the weight of the morning in her eyes.
She walked to the dining area and sat down, flipping through her phone briefly.

“Hey Balraj, I’m hungry. Please bring the food,” she called out.

From the kitchen, Balraj’s voice responded promptly, “Coming, madam.”

Moments later, he appeared with a tray of warm food steamed rice, dal, and a bowl of fresh vegetable soup. He set it all down carefully in front of her.
Kavya, visibly tired, didn’t speak. She simply started eating, slowly and quietly. Balraj didn’t leave right away. He stood a few feet from her, pretending to tidy the counter, but his eyes occasionally flicked toward her.

He watched the way she drank the soup, her lips gently pressing to the spoon completely unaware of the gaze behind her.

But his expression didn’t show desire, it was calculating and full of lust on her

“You look calm now, madam,” he thought. “But I know the storm that’s coming. And I’m going to be right in the middle of it.”

He quickly looked away as Kavya placed the spoon down and glanced up at him briefly. She didn’t say anything, just gave a quick, polite nod, still lost in her own world.

Balraj smiled slightly, bowed his head, and stepped back into the kitchen. In his mind, he had just taken one more step in a game only he knew was being played.

Balraj returned to the dining room after a few minutes, wiping his hands with a towel. He lingered near the table, watching Kavya as she slowly finished her meal.
There was a pause before he spoke. “Madam ji,” he said cautiously, “you look very upset today. Is everything alright?”

Kavya didn’t respond. Balraj took a step forward, speaking more boldly now.
“Handling criminals in Agartala… it’s not an easy job. You need more than just intelligence. You need power, madam. Both mental and physical.”
Kavya’s eyes snapped up, her glare cutting through him like a blade.

“Watch your words, Balraj,” she warned coldly.
But he continued, now walking a thin line between concern and provocation.
“Madam ji… people like you come into this post with top ranks and merit marks, no doubt. But the field is different. It’s ruthless. You need stability. Strength.”
That was enough.
Kavya stood up, her chair scbanging sharply against the floor.
Her voice was filled with fire:
“You third-rate, disgusting man how dare you speak to me like that? Mind your place!”
Balraj raised his hands immediately, backing away. “No, no, Madam ji, please… I didn’t mean disrespect. I only want to protect you.”
She said nothing, her chest rising and falling with fury.
Balraj took a deep breath, then dropped the real reason for his return.
“Yesterday, when I went to the market… Mr. Gajender Singh called me to his office. He gave me a brand-new smartphone and some money.”
Kavya’s expression turned cold. Sharp. “He asked me to keep an eye on you. To report everything. He said if I refused, he’d make my life hell.”
Kavya stared at him, stone-faced. Balraj slowly pulled out the phone and placed it on the table. “I took it… but I didn’t use it. Not once. You can check. Madam, I’m on your side.”
There was a long pause. Kavya finally spoke, her voice low and deadly calm.
“If you ever speak out of line again, Balraj, I’ll make sure you’re the one inside a jail cell.”
He nodded quickly, almost shaking. “And from now on,” she added, picking up the phone, “if Gajender Singh tries to contact you again, you play along. But only under my instruction. Understood?”
“Yes, madam,” he said. Kavya turned and walked away, her eyes focused now not on the anger, but on opportunity.
Balraj thought to himself, “Saali... I stood against Gajender Singh and supported you, and still, you treat me like a dog. You’ll pay for your stubbornness.”
Balraj said, “Madam ji, you know how it is here everything runs on money. If someone else had been in my place, they would’ve taken money from Gajender Singh and passed all the information to him. But I’m not that kind of man. You’re like my granddaughter.”

Hearing this, Kavya felt a twinge of guilt.
(Balraj had begun playing his game carefully acting like the loyal and honest one. But Kavya hadn’t forgotten what she saw that night in the room… him doing something suspicious using her name.)
Kavya thought to herself, “Was he right? If he cared more about money than me, he could have easily accepted Gajender Singh’s offer… but he didn’t.”
Finally, Kavya exhaled slowly, pushing back the storm rising inside her. She turned toward Balraj, her voice surprisingly calm. “Hey, Balraj…” she said, eyes steady, “I’m sorry if I was harsh earlier. I’ve been dealing with it a lot. Work pressure, political heat, and… personal stuff. It’s all been piling up.”
Balraj stood quietly, watching her expression soft, humble.

She gave a small, tiring smile. “Still,” she added, tilting her head slightly, “don’t tell me you see me like your granddaughter…”

She leaned in just a little, eyes narrowing with a glint of knowing mischief. “…I can smell your breath.”
The smile on her face didn’t fade but neither did the quiet warning behind her words.
Balraj’s smile twitched. For a moment, his mask almost slipped. “Oh… sorry, madam ji, I didn’t mean…” he stammered.

But Kavya was already walking past him, the tone of her voice shifting once again cool, controlled, and distant.

“Next time, brush before playing grandfather,” she said without looking back.
Balraj stood frozen for a moment, Kavya’s words echoing in his mind. “I can smell your breath.”
She hadn’t shouted. She hadn’t accused him of anything outright. But the way she looked at him calmly, sharp, amused, unsettled him deeply. As she disappeared into the hallway, Balraj’s thoughts began to race.
“Wait… what did she mean by that? Was she just joking?” he wondered.
“Or… did she actually see me that night?”
A cold sweat formed on his neck. He clenched his jaw, silently cursing himself.
“That light was off… was it? Or maybe… maybe she noticed something? Maybe she heard my voice?”
His face darkened. “No. No one saw. She’s bluffing. She must be. Right?”
But the unease in his chest grew heavier. Kavya’s composure wasn’t just strength, it was strategy. She didn’t reveal everything she knew. She tested him.
Kavya said, “Hey Balraj, what are you thinking? I was just joking.” She didn’t want to ask the question on her mind, so she quickly changed the subject.
Hearing this, Balraj felt a little relieved. Then, with a sly smile, he said, “Madam ji, are you playing a tricky security officer game with me?”
He paused, then added teasingly, “And you know, your commitment to me is still pending. You agreed to the competition, remember?”
Kavya said “Hmm
Balraj stood a few feet away, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Madam ji, look at me sixty years old, and still ready for a challenge. But you... you’re still thinking about it?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “This says something, doesn’t it? Maybe you're not as tough as you pretend to be. Maybe… just a little weak?”
He said it playfully, but the aim was sharp. A carefully thrown dart at her pride.
Kavya turned sharply, her eyes blazing. “Balraj, enough.”
She stepped closer, her voice firm and unwavering. “Fix the time. Fix the place. I’m ready for your so-called competition.”
Her pride wouldn’t let her back down now. Balraj’s eyes lit up, though he kept his face composed.
Inside, he was almost grinning. “Yes,” he thought. “Just where I want her. The trap is set… and she walked right into it herself.”
Balraj, still playing the role of the humble old man, suddenly softened his tone.

“Madam ji, before we start this little competition, I’d like to take you to a place just once.”
Kavya raised an eyebrow. “Place?”
Balraj nodded, his expression unusually nostalgic.
“Trishna Wildlife Sanctuary. Deep inside the forest, there’s my old village. My family lived there long before the government moved us all out. Now it’s abandoned just a few broken houses, and one small temple. Our family god still rests there.”
He paused, looking at her face carefully.

“It’s quiet… untouched. If you go there, I swear, your mind will feel at peace. And maybe, in that silence, we can decide how we’ll play this ‘game’ of ours. Away from the city, away from stress. Just once, Madam ji.”
Kavya looked at him, measuring his words.
Her instincts whispered something. The location was remote. Unknown. Convenient for a setup.
But at the same time… what was he up to?
She said nothing for a long second. Then finally calmly she replied,
“You want me to come to the middle of a forest, with you… to pray before a cooking competition?”
Balraj smiled earnestly. “It’s a tradition, madam ji. One prayer before any challenge. Just a little trip. We can be back before nightfall.”
Kavya didn’t give an answer right away. But in her mind, wheels were turning. “Fine, Balraj,” she thought. “I’ll come. But I’ll be watching your every move.”
 
Balraj had executed his plan with precision.
Trishna Wildlife Sanctuary dense, remote, and long forgotten lay nearly 90 kilometers outside Agartala. Once home to scattered tribal families, the area had been cleared and absorbed into protected forest land. No one lives there now. No one watched.
It was the perfect place. Perfect for what he had in mind.
He had chosen the location carefully: an old shrine near the remains of his ancestral home, overgrown with vines and silence. It gave him an excuse and more importantly, isolation.
But despite his growing sense of control, a sliver of fear crept into Balraj’s mind.
This wasn’t an ordinary woman. This was Kavya Shetty, the sharpest, most respected IPS officer in the state. She wasn’t someone easily tricked. She had survived more dangerous traps than he could imagine.
“If she senses anything wrong… if she even suspects… she’ll destroy me,” he thought.
His lips tightened as he glanced at his packed bag. He wasn’t just playing with fire. He was dancing in the center of wildfire. But still, something in him pushed forward the thrill of control, the dangerous height of thinking he was finally one step ahead of someone like her.

Kavya rose from her chair and gave Balraj a brief nod. “Alright then, we’ll go on tommorow.”
With that, she turned and headed upstairs without saying another word.

Balraj watched her disappear, a quiet smile curling at the corners of his lips. His plan was to move. Upstairs, Kavya stepped into her room and closed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the bed, untying her hair as her mind processed the decision she’d just made.

“Maybe this little trip isn’t such a bad idea,” she thought. “I do need a break. A change of scene. A moment to breathe.”

She stared at her reflection in the mirror for a long moment. “And Balraj… he’s just a 60-year-old cook. Whatever he’s trying to prove with this ‘competition’, I’ll win it with my eyes closed.”

There was confidence in her voice but also something more dangerous: underestimation.
She didn’t know the game she’d agreed to play had stakes she hadn’t seen coming.

[Anoop Nair]

Update – 14


The next day, Balraj woke up early in the morning at 5.30 am and went upstairs and knocked on the door of Kavya's room. Kavya was in a deep sleep wearing only a sleeveless white shirt and tight ¼ pink shorts, as it was only slightly warm in the room, she was not wearing her Bra and panties

Kavya heard the soft knock at the door, her eyes fluttering open. It was still early barely dawn. The room was dim, shadows stretching long across the floor. She pulled her hair into a loose knot and walked to the door, still half-drowsy. Slowly, she opened it.

Balraj stood there, dressed in a plain shirt and a neatly tied dhoti, a small cloth-wrapped bundle in his hand. His face was calm, composed almost too composed.

Balraj saw Kavya in her pose and was shocked, she was standing in a sleeveless t-shirt and pink shorts, her nipple imprint is visible outside the t-shirt, Balraj didn’t avert his gaze from her nipple, His cock started vibrating in his dhoti, Balraj in his thoughts "" Arey Bahvaan kiya maal hai? Iska tuchi mey poora fresh dood e rega, Kamko be thoda dehdo na, (Hey God, what a beautiful, sexy woman she is. Sure, her breasts are full of fresh milk. Give me some milk from her, too.)

 Then Kavya asked, Hey Balraj why did you come at this time?

Madam ji, sorry to disturb you so early,” he said quietly. “It’s 5:30. If we want to reach Trishna Forest before the heat rises, we should start soon.”
Kavya nodded wordlessly, the weight of yesterday’s stress still lingering in her body. “Give me twenty minutes,” she said, her voice groggy but firm.
Balraj gave a short, respectful nod. “I’ll be downstairs preparing the tea.” As he turned to leave, Kavya shut the door and leaned her back against it.
Inside the room, Kavya went near the mirror and saw her nipple impression visible outside the T-shirt. Kavya understood that Balraj must have gotten a view of her nipples and scolded herself in her mind, "Hey stupid Kavya, you are very careless nowadays."

At 5:50 AM, Kavya stepped downstairs, her hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail. She was dressed in a black sleeveless athletic top and matching sports leggings, looking sharp, focused, and ready. Her expression was unreadable calm on the outside, calculating within.

Balraj looked up from the kitchen counter, where he had just poured two cups of steaming tea. His eyes lingered for a moment too long. “You’re ready, Madam ji,” he said, handing her the cup with a slight smile. “Black suits you.”

Kavya took the tea without a word, her gaze cool. She sat down at the table, sipping quietly.
Balraj watched her from the corner of his eye, thoughts running quietly beneath his calm surface. Hey Randi, saali, Today I will teach how to respect the old peoples,

Kavya set the cup down. “Let’s go,” she said plainly. “We don’t want to lose daylight.” Balraj nodded, grabbing the small cloth bag he’d packed the night before. “Car is ready. It’s a bit of a drive.”

Kavya gripped the steering wheel as the car made its way through winding rural roads, the early morning sun slicing through the mist. Balraj sat quietly in the back seat, occasionally giving directions.
After nearly an hour and a half, the narrow road gave way to rough terrain. Tall trees loomed ahead. The landscape became dense, quiet, untouched.
“Madam ji, we’ve reached the edge of the sanctuary,” Balraj said. “No roads from here. We’ll need to walk.”
Kavya brought the car to a halt and stepped out. The air was thick with forest dew and bird calls. She looked around, momentarily distracted by the beauty layers of green, sunlight dripping through leaves like liquid gold.
Balraj slung his cloth bag over his shoulder and gestured forward. “It’s not far. Just a small walk.”
Kavya gave him a look. “Define small.” He smiled, half-laughing. “About 40, 45 minutes. Old village paths.”
She gave a sigh but nodded. She had no other option now.

They walked in silence. The forest grew denser, the trees taller, the silence deeper. Kavya kept her eyes moving marking turns, noticing faint trails, logging landmarks in her memory. Her security officer instincts never turned off.

She wasn’t nervous but she wasn’t careless either.
Finally, after 45 minutes, they reached a secluded clearing. A few moss-covered stones lay where homes might once have stood. At the center stood a small, ancient temple, half-swallowed by time and vines. The air here felt different still, heavy.
Balraj stopped and wiped his forehead. “This is the place, madam ji. Our family shrine. Not many have seen it in years.”

Kavya looked around, hands on her hips. “Quiet place for a challenge,” she said, eyeing him. “Or something else?”

Balraj chuckled. “Let’s pray first. Then we begin.”
Kavya stepped toward the temple slowly, her footsteps crunching softly over dried leaves. The structure stood quiet and timeless, dbangd in green vines, its entrance dark and mysterious.
Just as she was about to climb the first step, Balraj suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Madam ji! Stop! You can’t go in like this!”
Startled, Kavya yanked her hand back sharply, her voice rising with anger. “How dare you touch me, Balraj? Have you lost your mind?”

Balraj immediately backed away, hands raised in apology, his face a mask of humility.

“Forgive me, madam ji, truly. I meant no disrespect. But this place… this temple is sacred to our lineage. If someone enters without proper attire especially a woman, it is believed to bring misfortune. Not just to me, but even to your family. It’s a powerful place.”
Kavya stared at him, breathing hard.

“What do you mean by 'proper attire'? I'm not here to play village rituals.”

But his words lingered.
She was no fool, an IPS officer trained to question everything.
Yet, deep inside, Kavya held a part of herself rooted in old beliefs. She didn’t speak of it often, but she had always been sensitive to temples, energies, and omens.
Balraj stood still, his hands folded, voice low and serious.

“Madam ji… to enter this temple, one must follow the old customs. A bath in the pond and then wearing the traditional attire we offer to our deity. Only then does the place accept your prayers. Otherwise, it’s believed… misfortune follows.”

Kavya blinked, stunned by the sudden demand. “What? A bath? In that pond? And wear what dress?” He nodded solemnly and handed her a neatly folded set of traditional clothes—a simple cotton saree, faded but clean.

“I know it’s unusual, madam ji. But this is how it’s been for generations. I wouldn't ask this unless it mattered.” He paused. “Please believe me. Once, someone didn’t follow this… and it brought tragedy to my family. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you. Or your son.”

That last line hit Kavya hard. She stiffened.
He’d never mentioned her son before. But now… he used that name like a lever. And it worked.
Despite her modern mind, Kavya had always carried an inner fear of breaking unseen rules the kind tied to old temples, curses, forgotten gods.
She looked at the quiet pond nearby. Mist hovered above the still water. The jungle was completely silent.

Her heart raced. She didn’t trust Balraj not fully, but she also didn’t want to take a step that might feel like an insult to something sacred.

A long moment passed. “Fine. But give me privacy. Stay away.”

Balraj bowed his head quickly, hiding the small flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Of course, madam ji. Take your time. I’ll be waiting by the temple steps.”

As Kavya walked toward the edge of the pond, clothes in hand, she didn’t know that the real trap wasn’t the water, or the dress. It was trust.

Kavya approached the pond cautiously, scanning the area to ensure no one was nearby. The early morning mist hovered just above the water’s surface, adding an eerie calm to the scene.

Balraj remained inside the temple, eyes closed in silent prayer, carefully maintaining the appearance of respect and faith. He knew better than to rush anything now.

Kavya slowly undressed her T-shirt and leggings. She was in her white bra and black panties, then she slowly jumped into the pond and started bathing.

Kavya took a deep breath inside the pond, feeling a mixture of frustration and resolve. She quietly began the ritual bath, the cool water shocking against her skin, clearing some of the tension clouding her mind.

After about 15 minutes, Kavya stepped out of the pond, the cool morning air causing goosebumps on her skin. She carefully slipped into the saree Balraj had provided—a simple yet elegant piece that dbangd beautifully over her frame. The sleeveless white blouse complemented the traditional attire, and she looked every bit at the part of someone paying respect to an ancient shrine.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she walked toward the temple. Inside, Balraj was deeply immersed in his prayers, eyes closed, hands folded.
When Kavya entered, the soft rustle of her saree stirred him from his reverie. He slowly opened his eyes and saw her standing there gracefully, poised, a striking contrast to the dense forest around them.
For a moment, he simply stared, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

After a silent fifteen minutes, they left the temple together, stepping into the clearing where the remains of old houses stood, now just moss-covered stones and broken walls.

Balraj glanced at Kavya and said softly, almost admiringly,

“Madam ji, you look very beautiful in this saree.”
Kavya met his gaze steadily, her mind sharp. She knew this was just the beginning of the game.
Kavya met Balraj’s admiring gaze with a small, knowing smile.

“You brought me here for the competition, Balraj,” she said, her voice steady and calm. “But… thank you. My mind feels a little more relaxed now.” She took a slow breath, eyes sharp. “So, what about our competition? When do we begin?”

Balraj’s smile widened, impressed by her composure.
“Patience, madam ji. The game has only just begun.” He gestured toward the ruins nearby. “Let’s settle there. I’ll explain the rules.”

Kavya followed him cautiously, every sense alert. Deep inside, she knew this contest was about more than just pride, it was a battle of will, and only one would come out ahead.

They stepped into the clearing among the old ruins, where a small, uneven patch of ground stretched out like a forgotten arena.

Balraj reached into his bag and pulled out a blue flag. Grabbing a sturdy stick from a nearby tree, he planted the flag firmly in the center of the clearing.
Kavya furrowed her brow, puzzled by the simplicity of the setup.

Balraj turned to her with a serious look.
“Madam ji, it’s time for the game. Here, no one can interfere. This is our circle yard. The rules are simple you need to reach the flag and take it. That makes you the winner.”

Kavya couldn’t help but laugh, the sound sharp in the stillness of the forest.

“Is that your idea of a game, old man?” she teased, stepping closer. “If I push you down, you won’t be getting up again.”

Balraj chuckled and said mockingly, “Madam ji, you have three attempts. If you fail each time... I’ll start removing one piece of your dress

Kavya's expression hardened. Fury burned in her eyes as she stepped closer. “You disgusting, third-rate old man,” she snapped. “How dare you speak to an IPS officer like that? You think you can threaten me with this filth?”

Balraj laughed, unshaken. “This is the problem with you, Madam ji. You’re afraid—not because of me, but because you’re a woman. If you really had confidence, you’d focus on winning... not on protecting your body.”
Balraj looked at her with a sly grin.

“Madam ji, if you're not okay with the rules, we can always end the game here. But that would mean I win by default.”

Kavya narrowed her eyes, her pride stirring. She hated being cornered. Even more, she hated the idea of losing, especially to someone like him.

“You’re playing mind games now, Balraj,” she said coldly. “Trying to provoke me into something foolish. You think I’ll back out just because of your nonsense?”

Balraj shrugged innocently. “Not nonsense, madam ji. Just an old-college challenge. If you're as strong as you claim, show it. Don’t talk—win.”

There was a long silence.
Kavya's mind raced. She didn’t trust him. But walking away now would give him exactly what he wanted control. No, she would play but on her own terms.
She stepped forward, her voice calm but laced with steel.

“Fine. I accept your challenge. But hear me clearly try anything beyond this game, and I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life.

Balraj smiled again, but this time, there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

Balraj drew a rough circle in the dusty ground with a stick. He pointed to the edge.

“Madam ji, stand here. You’ll begin from outside the ring.”

Kavya nodded silently, still wary of his every move.
Then, without warning, Balraj slipped off his shirt and tossed it aside, followed by unwrapping his dhoti but underneath, he wore fitted shorts, like someone oddly prepared for a strange ritual or competition.
Kavya stiffened, her expression turning cold.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, standing up.

Balraj raised his hands with a smirk. “Don’t be shocked, madam ji. I don’t fight in formal clothes. This is how we used to do it in my village. Nothing is wrong with it. You said you were ready for the challenge so let’s begin.”

Kavya crossed her arms, staring him down. She hated every moment of this, but she also knew she couldn’t be the one to back away now.

Kavya stood at the edge of the marked circle, still wearing her saree. She had considered changing into the outfit she wore before entering the forest, something more comfortable, something practical, but Balraj had refused.

“No, Madam ji,” he had said firmly, with a crooked smile. “You’ll play the game in this saree. That’s how you came, that’s how you’ll compete.”

Kavya narrowed her eyes at him. She knew he was trying to make things harder for her, using every opportunity to unnerve her. Still, she stepped forward, adjusting her pallu tightly around her shoulder, refusing to show any sign of hesitation.

Her mind rarely said, this wasn’t just about a game. This was about power, control, and pride. And she wasn’t about to let Balraj win on any of those.

Balraj clapped his hands. “Game starts now!”
Kavya took a deep breath and stepped into the circle. Her eyes were sharply locked onto the flag placed at the center, and occasionally darting toward Balraj’s legs, reading his movements like a trained officer.
In a sudden burst, she sprinted forward, aiming straight for the flag. But Balraj was quicker than she expected. In a flash, he rushed toward her from the opposite side. Before she could react, he grabbed her and hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
“Balraj!” she shouted, pounding her fists against his back.

But he didn’t stop. With a mocking laugh, he ran outside the circle and threw her down onto the grass just beyond the boundary.

Kavya landed hard, her saree slightly disheveled, her pride bruised far more than her body. She sat up, glaring at him, her fists clenched, her breathing sharp with fury.

Suddenly, without warning, Balraj reached out and yanked the pallu of Kavya’s saree, pulling it off her shoulder and throwing it onto the ground.
Kavya froze for a split second, shocked, humiliated, and furious. Now left only in her sleeveless blouse and skirt, she instinctively covered herself with both hands, her eyes burning with anger and defiance.
Balraj’s gaze lingered disrespectfully in her milky naval, Kavya was helpless and felt ashamed on her,

Gathering her courage, Kavya stepped forward, determined to pull Balraj down and grab the flag. But before she could, Balraj suddenly grabbed her from behind, holding her tightly as he laughed mockingly.
Just then, a sudden noise echoed from deep inside the forest, freezing both in place.
Without a word, Balraj released his grip. Seizing the moment, Kavya quickly reclaimed her pallu and wrapped it back around herself, regaining her composure.
They both turned toward the source of the sound, alert and tense.

Kavya spotted a forest ranger approaching, clutching a walkie-talkie. His eyes quickly took sight of her and Balraj before he hurried over.

After a brief introduction, the ranger’s expression grew serious. “Madam, I saw one car at entrance of the forest area ,you’re an IPS officer, right?”

Kavya nodded.

He lowered his voice. “This area isn’t safe anymore. There have been several recent sightings of elephants and tigers nearby. You need to be careful.”