[shaalu_re]

Meera stood there completely topless in the living room, her heavy, mango-sized boobs fully exposed, dark nipples stiff in the cool air. She had expected Ajay to pull her close, to kiss her, to devour her body after seeing her like this. Instead, he looked at her almost distractedly and said,
“Get me something to eat, please.”
Meera blinked, confused.
“Now?” she asked, her voice soft.
“Yes, yes,” Ajay replied, his eyes already drifting back toward the laptop.
She felt a strange mix of disappointment and disbelief. She was standing half-naked in front of her husband, offering herself, and he was asking for food.
“I haven’t prepared anything today,” she said quietly. “I just reached home.”
Ajay waved his hand impatiently.
“Okay, then go out and get something from the nearby restaurant. Quick. Right now. Don’t wait.”
Meera stared at him, still topless, her boobs rising and falling with her breathing.
“Like this?” she asked, pointing at her nudity, her voice laced with disbelief.
Ajay barely looked up.
“Yes, yes — go,” he said hurriedly.
Meera’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She called his name softly.
“Ajay…”
He finally looked at her properly — at her bare boobs, at her almost-naked body — and gave a short, distracted laugh.
“Haha, you silly girl, not like this,” he said. “Do one thing — go to the kitchen and get me something really quickly. Anything you can prepare in five minutes.”
Meera stood there for a second, feeling a strange emptiness. This was not what she had expected after standing topless for him. But she nodded silently and walked toward the kitchen wearing only her tiny black lace panty.
Her heavy boobs swayed freely with every step. Her pussy was already wet from the earlier teasing and the anticipation, the lace fabric clinging slightly to her folds. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and oddly aroused by the casual way her husband was treating her nudity.
From the kitchen, she glanced back and saw Ajay quickly connecting another pendrive to the laptop. His fingers moved fast over the keyboard. She thought he must be copying the photo of Riya’s topless picture.
Meanwhile, Ajay had inserted his own pendrive. He quickly attached the spyware tool to the presentation file on Shankar’s pendrive. The program began silently copying and installing itself into the file. His heart was racing — not from seeing his wife naked, but from the realization that he now have direct access to Shankar’s confidential data.
Meera came back from the kitchen a few minutes later, still wearing only the black lace panty, carrying a plate with some quick sandwiches she had thrown together.
“Done?” she asked.
Ajay looked up, distracted.
“What?”
“I saw you copying Riya’s topless pic,” she said, a little teasingly, trying to bring his attention back to her body.
Ajay just smiled, but his eyes were gleaming with something else entirely. His cock was rock hard in his pants — not just from her nudity, but from the success of planting the spyware.
Without warning, he stood up, grabbed Meera by the waist, and pulled her close. In one rough motion, he ripped the delicate black lace panty down her legs, tearing the thin fabric. The panty fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
Meera gasped.
Ajay pushed her onto the sofa, his hands immediately mauling her boobs. He grabbed both heavy globes roughly, squeezing them hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He lifted them, bounced them, and pinched her dark nipples between his fingers, twisting them lightly.
“You have such perfect tits,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “So big… so soft… so fucking suckable.”

Ajay’s other hand joined in, mauling both boobs now — kneading them, lifting them, bouncing them, pinching the sensitive nipples until they turned darker.
“You like when I play with your big boobs like this?” he asked, his voice rough with lust.
“Yes…” Meera whispered, her pussy getting wetter. “Harder… squeeze them like you own them.”

Ajay obliged, gripping her boobs firmly and sucking one nipple deep into his mouth. He bit it lightly, then soothed it with his tongue, alternating between sucking and biting while his hands continued groping the soft globes.

Meera’s head fell back in pleasure.
Then she noticed where his eyes kept drifting — back to the laptop screen where Riya’s topless photo was still visible. They were having sex after a long time, may be Riya's pic had triggered horniness in him she thought.
She felt a strange mix of jealousy and arousal.

“Is it Riya’s pic that made you this hard?” she asked breathlessly, her voice husky. “Are you imagining fucking her while playing with my tits?”
Ajay looked up at her, eyes dark.
“Her tits are nice,” he admitted, still squeezing Meera’s boobs. “But yours are better. Fuller. Softer. I love how they bounce when I fuck you.”

Meera’s pussy was dripping wet. She reached down and freed his hard cock from his pants. It sprang out, thick and throbbing. She stroked it slowly at first, then faster, feeling it pulse in her hand.
Ajay pushed her down onto the sofa and moved between her legs. He spread her thighs wide and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue licked her wet folds hungrily, sucking on her clit, pushing inside her hole. Meera cried out, her hands gripping his hair.
He ate her pussy like a starving man — long, deep licks, sucking her clit, flicking it rapidly with his tongue. Meera’s hips bucked against his face. She was soaking wet, her juices coating his mouth and chin.
After a few minutes, he pulled back, his face glistening.
“Suck me,” he commanded.
Meera got on her knees instantly. She took his thick cock into her mouth, sucking the head first, then sliding her lips down the shaft. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her tongue swirling around the veins. Ajay groaned, holding her head and fucking her mouth with slow, deep thrusts.


They moved to the floor. He lay down and pulled her on top in 69 position. Meera sucked his cock greedily while he devoured her pussy again, his tongue fucking her hole. She moaned around his shaft, her saliva dripping down his balls.

Meera asked “Shall I pose for bra ads…  like her?” she whispered, her voice turning naughty. “If they ask me to model again shall I do?”

He replied while sucking her nipple. You may need to remove the bra for a photoshoot like that girl do you want to do that. His finger was again inside her pussy. She replied "May be"

“Fuck… you’d really do that?” he groaned, pinching her nipples harder. “Stand topless in front of strangers? Let them stare at these perfect tits?”
Meera moaned, grinding herself against his thigh.
“If you want me to… I can. I can pose topless for the brand. Let everyone see how my boobs look without a bra. Would that make you harder?”

Ajay’s breathing became ragged. He was visibly more turned on now.
“You’re becoming such a dirty girl,” he growled, pushing her onto the sofa. “I want to see you topless always.”



Finally, Ajay couldn’t hold back anymore. He flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and thrust into her deeply. He fucked her with raw passion — hard, fast, almost desperate strokes. Meera wrapped her legs around him, her nails digging into his back as she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock.

“Yes… fuck my pussy,” she moaned. “Imagine I’m posing for a bra ad, then getting topless for the campaign while you fuck me.”

“You’d really show your tits to everyone?” he asked between his thrusts, his voice muffled with passion.

“Yes… if you tell me to,” Meera panted. “I’ll remove my bra in front of the whole team. Let them see my hard nipples. Let Shankar see how my boobs look naked. That fucking asshole in company be aware that I dont have saggy boobs ”

“Tell me again,” he demanded,

“I’ll remove my bra in front of the whole team. I will walk around the neighborhood fully naked for you, if that is my fee for getting your hard dick inside my sweet pussy”

“I’ll pose topless for the brand,” Meera whispered, her voice dripping with lust. “I’ll let everyone see my big naked boobs… just for you.”

“Fuck… you’re such a slut for me,” he growled, pounding her with deep, powerful strokes. Her boobs bounced violently with every thrust. He grabbed them roughly, squeezing and slapping them lightly as he fucked her harder.
Meera wrapped her legs around him, moaning loudly.

“Harder… fuck me harder while thinking of me topless in street for you,” she begged.
Ajay obliged, slamming into her with raw passion. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. He sucked and bit her nipples, leaving marks on her soft boobs.

These dirty words from Meera was forming a kink inside his mind, he was getting more turned on with her dirty comments. 

Meera came first, her pussy clenching around his cock as she cried out in ecstasy.

Ajay groaned loudly and pulled out at the last moment. He stroked himself furiously and exploded across her boobs and belly — thick, hot ropes of cum painting her skin, covering her nipples and dripping down her cleavage.
They both lay there panting, sweaty, and spent.


Meera looked at her husband, her body covered in his cum, her pussy still throbbing.
But in Ajay’s eyes, even in this moment of passion, there was a distant look — the look of a man whose mind was already back on the pendrive and the mission.
The sex had been intense.
But for Ajay, the real thrill that night had been something else entirely.

[shaalu_re]

Meera woke up slowly, her body heavy and sticky. The first thing she noticed was the cool morning air on her skin. She was completely naked.
She blinked a few times and realized they had fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room. Ajay was lying beside her, also fully naked, his face peaceful for the first time in many days. His chest rose and fell in deep, relaxed breaths. His flaccid cock rested against his thigh, still slightly glistening from last night’s activities.
Meera looked down at her own body. Her boobs, belly, and thighs were covered in dried patches of Ajay’s cum. Some had even dried on her dark nipples. The memory of how passionately he had fucked her last night — and the dirty things she had said — rushed back to her.
She gently stroked his soft dick with her fingertips, feeling its warmth. It twitched slightly but remained soft. She smiled tenderly at her sleeping husband.
The clock on the wall showed 7:30 AM. Usually, Ajay would have left early for his shop, but today he was still here, sleeping soundly.
Meera got up quietly, her bare feet padding across the floor. She fetched a light blanket from the bedroom and gently covered Ajay’s naked body, tucking it around him with care. She stood there for a moment, watching him sleep.
Her mind replayed the wild sex from last night.
She had told him she would pose topless for the brand. She had begged him to fuck her while imagining her standing naked in public. She had said things like “I’ll let everyone see my big naked boobs… just for you.” The words had poured out of her in the heat of the moment.
Now, in the quiet morning light, she felt a strange confusion.
Was that my fantasy… or was I just saying what I thought Ajay wanted to hear?
She couldn’t decide. The line between her own hidden desires and her love for Ajay had become blurry.
She picked up her phone from the table. There were two unread messages.
First from Shankar:
Shankar: Good morning, Meera. Hope you had a good sleep. Today is D-day for the ANAAVARAN presentation. Be on time and confident. We’ll do this together.
Second from Chotu, sent late last night:
Chotu: Didi… why didn’t you both lock the door properly? You and bhaiya were lying completely naked on the living room sofa. What if someone had walked in? You were lucky it was just me. I saw everything felt shy and walked out immediately. I didn’t know bhaiya was still there.
Meera’s face burned with fresh embarrassment. Chotu had seen her naked again — this time lying completely exposed on the sofa, covered in cum, next to her sleeping husband. She hadn’t even bolted the door properly, only locked it.
She typed a quick reply, her fingers trembling slightly:
Meera: We’ll talk in the evening. Please don’t mention this to anyone. Will meet in person.
She put the phone down and took a deep breath.
Sitting on the edge of the sofa, she looked at Ajay’s peaceful sleeping face again.
Enough.
She made a firm decision in her mind.
“I don’t want this double game anymore,” she thought. “I love my husband. He is in trouble because of my family. It is my responsibility to support him and save him. I have a good job now. I don’t want any distraction. I will end this teasing game with Chotu. I’ll make it normal again — like before. No more naughty talks, no more dares.”
She felt a strange mix of relief and sadness at the thought. Chotu had become a source of excitement and attention in this lonely city, but she knew it was dangerous.
She stood up, still naked, and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. As the water cascaded over her body, washing away the dried cum from her boobs and belly, she repeated her resolution silently.

[shaalu_re]

Meanwhile, late last night, while Meera and Ajay were lost in their passionate encounter, Ajmal was executing his own plan in the shadows.
Ajmal sat in his luxurious sea-facing apartment, completely naked on his king-sized bed. The large glass windows were wide open, and the cool sea breeze blew in, making the white curtains flutter gently. The sound of waves crashing below mixed with the soft, wet sounds coming from between his legs.
A beautiful young woman was kneeling naked between his thighs, her head bobbing slowly as she gave him a deep, sensual blowjob. Her lips were stretched around his thick cock, saliva dripping down the shaft as she took him deep into her throat.
Ajmal had his phone in one hand, casually scrolling through messages while the other rested on the girl’s head, guiding her rhythm.
He had anonymously forwarded the internal report to key investors — the same report Meera had prepared and shared with Rekha earlier. It contained honest feedback about product issues, sizing problems, quality complaints, and customer returns for the ANAAVARAN line. He had carefully removed the details of the product line after Meera had made suggestions to improve . The review responses after those changes were erased.
The investors were furious.
His phone rang. It was his trusted aide.
“Sir, the information has reached them. They are extremely pissed off. They feel the products are not ready and that we have been hiding the issues. They are threatening to cancel the remaining business deals with Vikram if this turns out to be true. They want a meeting immediately.”
Ajmal smirked, his eyes half-closed in pleasure as the girl sucked him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head.
“Good,” he said calmly. “Let them be angry. Let them question everything. This will destroy Shankar’s little pet project.”
He groaned softly as the girl took him all the way to the back of her throat.
“Suck me deeply,” he commanded, pushing her head down. “Deeper… just like that, Meera…”
The girl didn’t react. She just moaned around his cock and obeyed, sucking harder and faster.
Ajmal leaned back against the pillows, the sea wind cooling his sweating body, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
“Shankar thinks he can sideline me with you Meera, the slut,” he muttered to himself. “Let’s see how his precious presentation goes tomorrow when the investors tear him apart.”
He closed his eyes, enjoying the wet heat of the girl’s mouth while imagining the chaos he had just unleashed.
The girl that was sucking him naked was Riya.

Back in Meera’s flat, she had no idea that the storm Ajmal had created was heading straight toward her and Shankar’s presentation the next day.

[shaalu_re]

The morning of the big investor presentation dawned bright and clear. Meera woke up before her alarm, her heart already racing with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Today was D-day for the ANAAVARAN brand, and she would be standing right beside Shankar as his personal assistant. She is sure they will einover the investors but she has no idea what Ajmal had done.

She decided to take a long, relaxing shower to prepare herself mentally and physically.
Stepping under the warm water, Meera let it cascade over her body. She took her time, lathering her skin with fragrant body wash. She shaved carefully — under her arms, her legs, and then her pubic area, making sure everything was smooth and clean. The razor glided over her skin, leaving her pussy completely bare and sensitive. She ran her fingers over the freshly shaved mound, feeling how soft and exposed it felt. A small shiver ran through her as she remembered last night’s passionate sex with Ajay.
After rinsing off, she dried herself thoroughly and applied a light moisturizer all over her body, massaging it into her boobs, waist, hips, and thighs until her wheatish skin glowed with a healthy sheen ,  all while standing fully nude just her silver waistline and mangalsutra on her body. She stood naked in front of the mirror for a moment, admiring her reflection — her full, round boobs with dark nipples, narrow waist, wide hips, and smooth thighs. She felt confident today. She checked if any lovebites are visible. She
She chose her best ironed outfit: a beautiful emerald green kurti set with subtle embroidery and matching leggings. The kurti was perfectly fitted — not too tight, but it accentuated her curves beautifully, especially her boobs and waist. Underneath, she wore a new blue ANAAVARAN bra that provided excellent support and lift, making her cleavage look elegant yet alluring. She paired it with a soft pink panty that felt smooth against her freshly shaved skin.
She brushed her hair until it shone, applied minimal makeup — just kajal, a touch of blush, and a soft pink lipstick — and dbangd a light matching dupatta gracefully over her shoulder.
When she stepped out of the bedroom, she looked absolutely stunning. The green kurti complemented her fair complexion perfectly, and the outfit gave her a professional yet feminine appearance.
Ajay had just woken up. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa, still naked, with a blanket wrapped loosely around his waist to cover his modesty. He looked tired but peaceful.
Meera smiled at the sight and teased him playfully.
“Look at you… you made me stay naked the whole night, and now in the morning my boss is feeling shy and covering himself?”
Ajay chuckled tiredly.
Meera walked closer, leaned down, and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Enjoy the copied files from yesterday,” she whispered near his ear. “Tonight, I have something more to show you. Be ready for a wild night.”
Ajay’s eyes sparkled with interest, but he was still half-asleep.
Meera ordered breakfast from a nearby restaurant for him — his favourite aloo paratha and curd — and made sure it would be delivered soon.
Before leaving, she stood in front of him, looking radiant in her green kurti.
“Pray for me,” she said softly, holding his hand. “Today is a really big day for me… and for the company.”
Ajay squeezed her hand and nodded.
“You’ll do great. I know it.”

[shaalu_re]

To her surprise, Shankar’s personal driver was waiting for her near her neighborhood. He had politely opened the car door and driven her directly to the office, making her feel both special and nervous. Meera reached the office building at 9:45 AM, her heart beating faster than usual. Today was the big investor presentation for the ANAAVARAN brand, and the pressure was immense. 
She stepped out of the car looking elegant in her emerald green kurti set. The outfit fitted her perfectly, accentuating her curves while maintaining a professional look. As she entered the conference room on the 8th floor, the atmosphere felt heavy. Five investors from the Malaysian Group were already seated — four middle-aged men in sharp suits and one elegant lady in her early 50s, dressed in a executive dress.
Shankar was at the head of the table, looking confident but tense. He gave Meera a small nod as she took her seat beside him.
The presentation began smoothly. Shankar presented the vision for ANAAVARAN with slides, market analysis, and projected numbers. Meera sat quietly, taking notes and occasionally handing him supporting documents.
Halfway through, Shankar discreetly slipped a small folded note under the table to Meera.
She opened it carefully and read:
“Something is off. They are not interested like how I talked on call. They are very passive. Something is wrong. Looks the deal is off. We may need a miracle.”
Meera’s stomach tightened. She looked at the investors — their faces were cold and unimpressed.
When Shankar finished his part and opened the floor for questions, the atmosphere turned hostile.
The lead investor, one of the older men, leaned forward.
“We have received internal documentation showing serious product issues — sizing problems, quality complaints, high return rates. These were not addressed properly. Can you explain why we should invest in a brand with such fundamental flaws?” 
He replied it with generic answer saying part of process no major flaws were there.

But the investors were prepared. They pointed out specific complaints and data points that were known only to a very small circle — Meera, Shankar, and Rekha. Someone had clearly leaked the original internal report.

Shankar’s face tightened. He knew Ajmal is behind this. He asked how did you get the documents those were internal.

Shankar glanced at Meera, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes for a split second. Was it possible she had shared the report with someone?
Meera’s mind raced. She knew exactly what had happened — Ajmal must have leaked it. But she couldn’t say that openly.

As the investors grew more aggressive, Meera took a deep breath and stood up.
“May I?” she asked Shankar softly.
He nodded, surprised.
Meera stepped forward with quiet confidence.
“These issues were indeed present during the initial beta release,” she said clearly. “But we made significant changes after that feedback. Here are the dated changelog documents and revised quality reports.”. But the latest changelogs were not to be found on their shared folders. Panicking for a second she gained her calmness.
She turned to Shankar and asked politely but firmly, “Sir, could you please get the printed copies from my desk? They have all the dates and before-after comparisons.”
Shankar, for the first time, looked like her assistant rather than her boss. He nodded and quickly went to fetch the documents.
Meera continued answering every question with poise and detailed explanations. She showed how the problems had been identified, fixed, and tested. Her calm, knowledgeable responses slowly turned the tide. The investors, especially the lady, began nodding in agreement.
By the end of her intervention, the room’s energy started to  shift. Some in Malaysian Group started to look convinced that they had been misinformed.

The conference room was thick with tension. The five investors from the Malaysian Group sat with serious expressions. She continued confidently, addressing the room:
“We have our model, Riya, who has given very high praise for the product. Not just her — everyone who has used the ANAAVARAN range during testing has given positive feedback. The issues mentioned were from the early beta phase and have been completely resolved.”
Two of the male investors nodded, clearly trusting her calm and detailed explanation. However, the other two men still looked doubtful, arms crossed, waiting for more proof.
Then the elegant lady in her early 50s spoke up. Her voice was calm but sharp.
“We received anonymous information about serious quality issues. From Mr. Shankar’s reaction just now, it seems those concerns are not entirely baseless.”
The room went silent. Shankar’s face tightened.
The lady continued, turning her gaze directly to Meera.
“But girl, what’s your name? Meera, right? You gave a very good, composed response. I feel like trusting you. I am willing to believe that the anonymous information may not be correct.”
Meera felt a surge of relief mixed with responsibility. She took a small step forward and spoke with sincerity:
“Madam, I can assure you those allegations are false. In fact, I myself use these products daily. I am wearing an ANAAVARAN bra and panty right now. So I can personally vouch for the quality, comfort, and fit.”
There was a murmur in the room. The investors looked surprised but intrigued.
Meera continued, her voice gaining strength:
“I will do one better. I can get Riya, our lead model, to do a live demo right here. You will see for yourselves how the material stretches, how it provides coverage, and how comfortable it feels. That should clear all doubts.”
The Malaysian team exchanged glances. The lady nodded.
“Yes, we are okay with that suggestion. Let’s see the demo.”
Shankar immediately took out his phone and tried calling Riya. The call went straight to voicemail — her phone was switched off. He tried again. Still nothing.
Shankar’s face darkened. He understood immediately. Riya had been explicitly asked to be available today, yet she was unreachable. This was clearly Ajmal’s doing — he must have influenced her to stay away and sabotage the presentation.
Shankar leaned toward Meera and whispered, “Riya is not picking up. She’s playing to Ajmal’s tunes.”
Meera’s heart sank.
The lady investor noticed the delay and her tone changed noticeably.
“Is there a problem?”
Meera replied honestly but politely, “The model is not available right now, madam.”
The lady’s expression hardened.
“We are not getting the right vibe from the beginning. First, there was conflicting internal information. Then you gave us a convincing story and offered a live demo to clear everything… and now you say the model is not available. It does not feel right at all.”
The other investors nodded in agreement. The atmosphere in the room grew colder.
Meera felt the pressure mounting. Her hands were slightly trembling, but she kept her composure. Shankar looked tense, clearly realizing how badly Ajmal had undermined them.

[shaalu_re]

The conference room had grown deathly quiet.
The lead Malaysian investor turned to the elegant lady in the cream saree and said respectfully, “Whatever your decision is, we will agree to it.”
Shankar’s shoulders slumped slightly. He understood the game was slipping away. The investors were not convinced. The presentation that he had poured weeks into was on the verge of collapsing.
Meera stood beside him, her face visibly sad. Her eyes were moist, and her lower lip trembled just a little. She kept trying to call Riya again and again, but the phone remained switched off. The humiliation and pressure were clearly showing on her innocent face.
The lady investor noticed Meera’s distress. A hint of pity softened her stern expression.
She spoke gently, “If I give you another five minutes, will there be any difference?”
Shankar let out a deep sigh. He had been in enough boardrooms to know when a deal was dead. He began to gather his papers.
But Meera took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling noticeably under the emerald green kurti. Her voice came out surprisingly steady, though her hands were shaking.
“Madam… yes, I can.”
Shankar’s head snapped up. He looked at her with sudden hope.
All five investors turned their full attention to Meera.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry, and continued:
“I am not a professional model… but I can do a demo. Give me five minutes. I will get the samples from the store downstairs.”
The lady raised an eyebrow.
“That may take time. You previously said you are a proud user. If that is true, why can’t you show the one you are wearing right now?”
The room went completely silent.
Shankar stood frozen, not saying a word.
Meera’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. Her face burned with intense shyness. She could feel every pair of eyes on her — especially the four men and the sharp-eyed lady. Her palms were sweating. The thought of what she was about to do made her legs feel weak.
But she had come too far to let everything fall apart now.
She nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Okay… I will show you.”
Shankar looked at her in shock, then quietly said, “I will wait outside.”
He walked out of the conference room and closed the door behind him, giving Meera the privacy she needed.



Meera stood silent in the middle of the conference room, her heart hammering so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it.
The five Malaysian investors watched her with keen, expectant eyes. The air-conditioning was cool, but the tension made her skin prickle with sweat. Shankar had stepped out, leaving her completely alone with the delegation.
She took a deep gulp of water from the glass on the table, her hand trembling slightly. The cold liquid did nothing to calm the fire burning in her chest and between her legs.
With a final deep breath, she moved to the corner of the room, near the large glass window. The Malaysian lady nodded encouragingly.
Meera’s fingers went to the top button of her emerald green kurti. She undid it slowly, deliberately. One button… two… three… The neckline parted gradually, revealing the soft upper curves of her boobs cradled in the blue lace ANAAVARAN bra. Sweat droplets glistened on her fair skin, making her cleavage shine under the bright conference lights.
She continued unbuttoning until the kurti hung completely open. With shaky hands, she slipped it off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her arms and fell onto the chair behind her with a soft rustle.
Now she stood in just her blue lace bra and white slightly transparent pant.
Her boobs looked fuller and heavier in the bra, the push-up design creating a deep, tempting valley. Her dark nipples were faintly visible through the semi-sheer lace, already slightly hardened from nervousness and the cool air.
Meera’s breathing was shallow. She could feel every pair of eyes on her semi-naked upper body — the four men and the elegant lady watching intently.
She bent forward slightly to untie the waist string of her white pants. The movement made her boobs hang forward heavily in the bra, swaying gently. She slowly pulled the pants down her smooth thighs, inch by inch, revealing her long legs and the pink panty underneath.
The pants pooled at her feet. She stepped out of them gracefully, now standing before the investors in nothing but her blue lace bra and pink panty and a silver waist chain.
The pink panty was delicate and slightly snug, hugging her smooth, freshly shaved pussy. A very faint cameltoe was visible — something she hadn’t noticed in her nervousness.
Meera turned slowly to face them fully, her arms hanging by her sides. Her boobs rose and fell rapidly with each anxious breath. Sweat droplets trickled down her cleavage and over her belly.
The investors watched in silence, captivated by the brave, beautiful, and visibly shy young woman undressing before them.
Meanwhile, in his cabin, Shankar had opened his laptop and accessed the hidden CCTV feed of the conference room. He sat back in his chair, eyes glued to the screen. Meera’s slow, sensual strip was playing out in high definition. He felt himself growing hard as he watched her remove her kurti and pants, revealing her stunning body in just lingerie.
At the same time, back at home, Ajay received a notification on his laptop:
“User is logged in — live feed active.”
He clicked open the spyware window and saw exactly what Shankar was seeing — the live CCTV of the conference room where his wife was standing almost naked.
Ajay’s eyes widened. His cock instantly hardened in his pants as he watched Meera turn slowly, her boobs jiggling softly, her pink panty clinging to her pussy.
Both men — Shankar in his cabin and Ajay at home — were now glued to their screens with raging erections, watching the same erotic scene unfold.
Back in the conference room, the Malaysian lady spoke softly:
“Walk for us, dear. Show us how the bra supports you when you move.”
Meera nodded shyly. She began walking slowly across the room. With every step, her boobs jiggled and bounced in the blue lace bra. Her ass swayed gently inside the pink panty. The investors’ eyes followed her every movement.
The lady stood up and walked closer to Meera. She brought her face very close to Meera’s chest, examining the bra carefully.
“You are right, Meera. The bra looks excellent. No spillage, good coverage.” She gently patted underneath Meera’s left boob, feeling the support. “See how well it absorbs the shock.”
Meera stood perfectly still, her face burning with shame and embarrassment. She was standing in the middle of a conference room, in front of four men and one woman, wearing only lingerie.
The lady continued, “What I wanted to show you all is the quality of the hook. Top-class material. It won’t come undone accidentally.”
To demonstrate, the lady slid her fingers under the back of Meera’s bra and unhooked it with a smooth motion.
Click.
Meera let out a soft gasp as the tight bra suddenly loosened. Her heavy boobs jumped forward, freed from the cups. She instinctively brought her arms up to cover her chest, holding her boobs in place, but the sudden movement made them jiggle even more.
The investors leaned forward, eyes wide.
The lady smiled and pointed at the unhooked bra.
“See? Even when I deliberately unhook it, the material is strong. Now look at the panty…”
She gently pulled the waistband of Meera’s pink panty outward, showing the elasticity.
One of the male investors pointed out, “But she is having a slight cameltoe. Is not that a design flaw”
Meera wanted the ground to swallow her. She was dying of shame, standing almost naked, but she couldn’t cover her panty area because both hands were busy holding her bare boobs.
The lady smiled kindly.
“She is not a professional model and was not prepared for a show. It is normal.” She gently used her finger to adjust the front of Meera’s panty, fixing the cameltoe. Her finger brushed lightly over Meera’s mound, making her shiver.
The lady then stepped back to her seat.
“You are very brave and committed, Meera. And very beautiful too. Do you want to work for me?”
Meera hesitated, still covering her boobs.
The lady smiled warmly.
“You are loyal as well. I am ready to sign the deal.”
Meera’s face lit up with relief and joy. She raised both hands in excitement, momentarily forgetting she was topless. Her heavy boobs bounced freely as she cheered.
The lady laughed softly and called Shankar back into the room. Meera was about to get her clothes the lady asked for form 51 an important form. Meera said it is there in desk and she started to look for it and Shankar walked in into the room..
“Congratulations to Meera and Shankar. The deal is signed.”
She handed over the signed documents and said, “I trust you. Just mail the remaining document later.”
The Malaysian team stood up, saying they had a flight to catch, and walked out.
Shankar looked at Meera with deep gratitude and admiration.

[shaalu_re]

Meera stood in the middle of the now-empty conference room, her mind still spinning.
She had done it.
She had actually stripped down to her bra and panty in front of five complete strangers — four men and one woman — and given a live demo of the ANAAVARAN lingerie. The deal was signed. The investors had left happy.
A wave of pure relief and joy surged through her. Without thinking, she raised both hands high in the air in celebration.
“Yes!” she exclaimed, her voice bright with happiness.
Her heavy boobs, still only covered by the blue lace bra, bounced and jiggled freely with the sudden movement. The deep cleavage shifted, and her dark nipples pressed visibly against the sheer lace.
Shankar, who had just walked back into the room, stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened for a moment before a broad, genuine smile spread across his face.
He couldn’t stop praising her.
“Meera… you were incredible,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “The way you stepped up, the way you handled those tough questions, the confidence you showed… I don’t have words. You saved the entire presentation today. Without you, we would have lost this deal.”
Meera was still riding the high of success. The mental pressure of the last hour had been so intense that she had completely forgotten she was standing in front of her boss wearing only her blue lace bra and pink panty. Her boobs were on full display, her smooth belly and curvy hips completely exposed, and the thin pink panty hugged her most intimate area.
Shankar kept talking, visibly happy and relieved.
“This deal is huge. It opens up so many opportunities — not just for us, but for the entire group. Vikram will be thrilled.”
Meera finally looked down at herself. The realization hit her like a wave.
“Oh shit…” she whispered, her cheeks flushing deep red. “I forgot to wear my clothes…”
She quickly brought her arms up to cover her boobs, but it was too late — Shankar had already seen everything.
Shankar gave a small, awkward laugh.
“I… I hadn’t noticed either,” he admitted. But his eyes betrayed him. A very obvious hard-on was straining against the front of his trousers. He shifted slightly, trying to hide it, but the bulge was unmistakable.
Meanwhile, back at home, Ajay was glued to his laptop screen.
Through the spyware he had planted via the pendrive, he had full access to Shankar’s machine — including the hidden CCTV feed from the conference room.
He had watched the entire striptease in high definition.
He saw every slow, sensual movement as Meera removed her kurti and pants. He saw her heavy boobs spill out when the lady unhooked her bra. He saw the faint cameltoe in her pink panty and the way her ass jiggled when she turned.
Ajay’s cock was rock hard in his pants. He couldn’t look away.
At the same time, a new file had downloaded from Shankar’s system — a folder containing passwords to various internal systems of Blue Blooming and ZALIDUS Corp.
Ajay’s eyes were wide with excitement. This was the breakthrough he had been waiting for.
Back in the conference room, Shankar cleared his throat.
“I’ll step out so you can change,” he said.
But then he paused.
“If I go out now, the others might come in to celebrate. It could be awkward.”
He stayed inside the room, turning slightly to give her some privacy, but still talking.
“You were amazing today, Meera. The way you stepped up when everything was falling apart… it was impressive. And it was lucky you were wearing the ANAAVARAN bra and panty today. It made the demo so authentic.”
Shankar’s eyes kept drifting back to her body. He couldn’t stop staring at how the pink panty sat on her hips and how her boobs looked in the blue bra.
Meera quickly picked up her white pant and started putting it back on. Her hands were still shaking from adrenaline.
Just then, the large TV screen mounted on the wall lit up with an incoming video call.
It was Vikram.
The screen showed Vikram sitting in his luxurious farmhouse, looking relaxed and powerful.
“Brother!” Vikram’s voice boomed through the speakers. “The Malaysian team just called. They were very happy with the deal. You outdid yourself today.”
Shankar smiled proudly.
Meanwhile, Meera was standing in the corner, hurriedly tying her pant. She had managed to cover her bra with her hands. Her hands were crossed over her chest out of lingering shyness.
Vikram’s eyes shifted and noticed her.
“I heard you did well too, Meera,” he said, his tone appreciative. “I want both of you to come to my home tonight. We’re having a small celebration party. You both are my VIP stars for the day.”
Meera froze, still half-dressed.
Shankar’s face lit up with pure joy.
“He invited us!” he said excitedly to Meera. “We are the VIPs. We need to go.”
Meera was surprised by how genuinely happy Shankar looked. She quickly finished buttoning her kurti and smoothed it down, trying to regain some composure.
But inside, her mind was racing.
She had just stripped in front of investors.
And now she was being invited to Vikram’s infamous farmhouse party — the same place her husband was desperately trying to infiltrate.

[shaalu_re]

The conference room had emptied. Only Shankar and Meera remained.
Shankar was still visibly thrilled. The deal with the Malaysian group was massive — it would open doors for the entire ANAAVARAN brand and bring significant revenue and connections to Vikram’s network. It was network that Vikram cared about.
He turned to Meera, his eyes shining with excitement.
“Meera, we did it! Thanks to you. Now… will you come to the party tonight at Vikram’s farmhouse? We need to celebrate. But you cannot go in just a kurti and leggings. You need to look very modern, very elegant. We should buy you a proper party dress.”
Meera hesitated.
She was still riding the high of saving the presentation, but reality was crashing back in. If she went to the party, she would reach home very late. What would she tell Ajay? How would she explain it?
Her mind raced. She needed to talk to her husband first.
“I… I need to call my husband and inform him,” she said softly.
Shankar nodded understandingly. “Of course. Take your time.”
Meera stepped away to a quiet corner of the room and dialed Ajay.
Ajay picked up on the second ring. He sounded surprisingly cheerful.
“Meera! Congratulations on signing the deal! I’m really proud of you.”
Meera could hear genuine happiness in his voice. She had no idea that Ajay had already jerked off twice while watching the CCTV feed of her striptease and was now deep into the files he had downloaded from Shankar’s machine.
She smiled, feeling a little warmth.
“Thank you… but there’s something else. Vikram has invited us — me and Shankar sir — to a party at his farmhouse tonight. It’s a celebration for the deal. I might come home very late.”
There was a brief pause on the other end.
Ajay’s mind exploded with shock and excitement. His wife was now in touching distance of Vikram himself — the man he had been trying to trap for months.
“Vikram called you to the farmhouse?” he asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the intensity in his voice.
Meera was surprised. “How do you know about the farmhouse?”
Ajay recovered quickly. “I… I must have heard the name somewhere. Anyway, no problem. Go and enjoy. You deserve it after today’s success. Do you want me to pick you up later?”
“No, no need,” Meera replied. “Shankar sir said he will drop me back.”
Ajay’s voice remained steady. “Alright. Have fun. Be safe.”
Meera ended the call, stunned. She couldn’t believe how quickly and easily Ajay had agreed. Usually he was protective. Today he sounded almost… eager.
Shankar walked up to her with a bright smile.
“So? Everything okay at home?”
Meera nodded slowly. “Yes… he said it’s fine.”
“Perfect!” Shankar clapped his hands. “Then let’s go shopping. You need a proper party dress. You can’t go to Vikram’s farmhouse looking like this.”
He called his driver and took Meera straight to a high-end luxury mall. They entered an exclusive designer store that sold only ultra-modern, expensive evening wear.
Meera felt completely out of place. The dresses on display were bold — short, backless, deep-necked, body-hugging. Nothing like the modest kurtis she usually wore.
She nervously picked a few modest options — long gowns with sleeves and high necklines.
Shankar shook his head with a gentle laugh.
“No, Meera. Not these. Today you need to look like a star. Try something bolder.”
He personally selected a stunning indigo blue tube dress. It was extremely elegant yet daring — strapless, form-fitting, with a sweetheart neckline that would showcase cleavage, and a thigh-high slit on one side.
Meera’s eyes widened when she saw it.
“Sir… this is too much. I have never worn anything like this.”
Shankar smiled reassuringly.
“Trust me. You will look breathtaking in it. Go try it on.”
Meera took the dress into the changing room with trembling hands. She removed her green kurti and leggings, standing in just her blue bra and pink panty. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling nervous.
She removed her bra as well (since the tube dress was strapless) and slipped the indigo blue dress over her head.
The fabric hugged her body like a second skin. The sweetheart neckline plunged deeply, pushing her full boobs together and creating dramatic cleavage. The dress ended mid-thigh, with a seductive slit that revealed her smooth leg with every movement. It accentuated her narrow waist and wide hips perfectly.
When she stepped out of the changing room, Shankar’s eyes lit up.
“Meera… you look stunning. Absolutely perfect.”
Meera blushed deeply, feeling both shy and strangely empowered.
Shankar paid for the dress without hesitation and handed her the bag.
“Tonight, you will shine at Vikram’s party. Get ready. I’ll pick you up from your home at 8:30 PM.”
Meera nodded, her mind swirling with a thousand thoughts — the daring dress, the party at Vikram’s infamous farmhouse, Ajay’s unusually quick approval, and the dangerous game she was now part of.
She had no idea that her husband is watching her every move with very different intentions.


Meera stood in front of the mirror in the luxurious changing room, staring at her reflection in the indigo blue tube dress. The fabric was incredibly soft and expensive, hugging her body like it was made for her.
She turned slightly and hesitated.
“Sir… there is a problem,” she said, stepping out of the changing room and looking at Shankar with an embarrassed expression. “I cannot wear my regular bra with this dress. It has straps, and the dress is strapless. We also don’t have any strapless bra in our collection right now.”
Shankar looked at her for a moment, then gave a casual shrug and a small smile.
“Screw it, Meera. If we stop making bras, will you walk around braless every day? Today you can wear any bra you want. Don’t worry about it.”
Meera felt her cheeks heat up. She lowered her voice, feeling awkward.
“Sir… this dress is very expensive. I cannot afford it with even three months of my salary. I don’t know if I should—”
Shankar raised his hand, cutting her off gently but firmly.
“Don’t worry about the cost. This is on me. Consider it a gift for saving the presentation today. You earned it.”
He turned to the salesgirl who was standing nearby, watching them with interest.
“Help her with everything she needs. And one more thing — her panty lines are visible under this dress. Convince her to wear a thong instead. It will look much cleaner.”
The salesgirl smiled knowingly and nodded.
“Sure sir. You both look really hot together, by the way.”
Shankar didn’t bother correcting her. He simply smiled and sat down on the plush sofa outside the changing area, waiting.
The salesgirl walked into the changing room with Meera.
“Ma’am, the dress looks stunning on you,” she said warmly. “But yes, the panty lines are showing a bit. For a tube dress like this, a thong is the best choice. It will give you a smooth silhouette.”
Meera felt extremely shy. She had never worn a thong in her life. But today felt different. The success of the presentation, the adrenaline, and the way Shankar was treating her like someone special made her feel bold for once.
“Okay…” she said hesitantly. “I’ll try it.”
The salesgirl helped her remove the dress carefully. Meera stood in just her blue bra and pink panty. The girl brought a strapless black bra that matched the dress perfectly and helped Meera put it on. It lifted her boobs beautifully, creating deep, elegant cleavage while staying invisible under the tube neckline.
Then the salesgirl handed her a tiny black lace thong.
“This will solve the panty line issue completely,” she said with a smile.
Meera took a deep breath and changed into the thong. The thin string disappeared between her round ass cheeks, leaving her buttocks almost fully exposed. The front was a small triangle of lace that barely covered her smooth, shaved pussy.
When she put the indigo blue tube dress back on, the transformation was striking.
The dress clung to her body like a second skin. The strapless design showcased her shoulders and collarbone beautifully. The sweetheart neckline plunged just enough to display a generous amount of cleavage, making her boobs look fuller and more alluring. The fabric hugged her narrow waist and flared slightly over her wide hips. The thigh-high slit on the left side revealed her smooth, fair leg with every movement, giving the dress a seductive yet elegant touch.
Meera turned slowly in front of the mirror. The dress made her look like a completely different woman — confident, sensual, and modern. The indigo blue color complemented her wheatish skin tone perfectly, making her glow.
She stepped out of the changing room.
Shankar’s eyes lit up the moment he saw her. He stood up, clearly impressed.
“Meera… you look breathtaking,” he said, his voice sincere. “This dress was made for you.”
He gave her a thumbs-up and a warm smile.
Meera blushed deeply, feeling both shy and flattered. She had never worn anything this bold or expensive in her life.
Shankar paid for the dress without hesitation and handed her the bag with her old clothes and innerwears.

[shaalu_re]

The luxury car glided smoothly through the city streets as dusk settled over the horizon. Meera sat in the back seat beside Shankar, her hands resting nervously on her lap. The indigo blue tube dress felt tighter and shorter than it had in the store. Every small movement of the car made her hyper-aware of how much skin she was showing.
The dress was strapless, with a sweetheart neckline that plunged daringly between her boobs. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating the full swell of her boobs and the curve of her waist. The hem ended high on her thighs, and the slit on the left side opened teasingly with even the slightest shift of her legs. She kept tugging at the hem subconsciously, trying to pull it down, but the dress refused to cooperate.
She was not comfortable at all.
Shankar had insisted on this dress. “It’s a big party, Meera,” he had said at the mall. “There will be celebrities, businessmen, politicians. You’ll be out of place if you wear something simple like a kurti. Trust me, this will look perfect on you.”
She had agreed because she felt she had no choice. She couldn’t afford the dress herself, and refusing Shankar after he had just praised her for saving the presentation felt wrong. So she had let him buy it.
Now, sitting in the car, she regretted it.
The dress kept threatening to slip. Every time the car went over a small bump, she felt the neckline shift downward, as if it might expose the upper curves of her boobs — or worse. She kept adjusting it with small, anxious movements, pulling it up, pressing her arms lightly against her sides to hold it in place. Her cleavage felt too deep, too exposed. The cool air from the AC brushed against her skin, making her nipples tighten against the strapless bra.
She crossed her legs tightly, but the slit opened further, revealing more of her smooth thigh. She quickly adjusted the fabric again.
Shankar noticed her discomfort. He turned toward her, his voice gentle but amused.
“Meera, what happened? Why are you so worried? You’ve been fidgeting since we left.”
Meera hesitated, her cheeks warming. She looked down at her lap, fingers playing with the edge of the dress.
“I… I’m not very comfortable in this dress, sir,” she admitted softly. “It’s too short for me. And the top… it feels like it might slip any moment. I’m scared I’ll expose myself accidentally. I keep thinking everyone at the party will be staring.”
Shankar looked at her for a moment, then gave a low, warm chuckle.
“They will stare,” he said honestly. “But they will not be lucky enough to see anything more than they should.” He paused, his eyes drifting briefly to her cleavage before returning to her face. “You look stunning, Meera. The dress is perfect on you. Stop worrying so much. No one is going to see anything you don’t want them to see.”
Meera felt a shy flutter in her stomach. She gave his arm a light, playful slap with the back of her hand.
“Sir… you are teasing me,” she said, her voice soft and embarrassed, but there was a tiny smile on her lips.
Shankar laughed gently. “Maybe a little. But I mean it. You have nothing to worry about tonight. Just enjoy yourself. This is your night too.”
The car continued its smooth journey toward the outskirts. Meera tried to relax, but every bump in the road made her tense up again, her hands instinctively moving to adjust the neckline or tug at the hem. She kept glancing down at her chest, worried that the dress might betray her. The lace thong underneath felt foreign and intimate against her smooth skin, a constant reminder of how little she was wearing.
Shankar occasionally glanced at her, his gaze appreciative but respectful. He didn’t push further, letting her sit in her quiet discomfort.
After nearly forty minutes, the car slowed down and turned onto a private road lined with tall trees and security checkpoints. The grand gates of Vikram’s 40-acre farmhouse came into view, illuminated with soft golden lights.
Meera’s nervousness spiked again.
As the car stopped at the entrance, she quickly adjusted her dress one final time — pulling up the neckline, smoothing the fabric over her hips, and making sure the slit wasn’t revealing too much. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before stepping out.
Shankar gave her a reassuring nod.
“Ready?”
Meera nodded, though her heart was still racing.
The door opened. She stepped out carefully, one leg first, the slit in the dress opening to reveal a long stretch of her smooth thigh. She stood up straight, adjusting the dress once more, feeling the cool night air on her exposed shoulders and cleavage.
The party had already begun.
Music, laughter, and the murmur of powerful voices filled the air. Beautifully dressed guests moved around the illuminated lawns and pool area. Celebrities, businessmen, and influential figures were everywhere.
Meera felt dozens of eyes turn toward her as she stood beside Shankar.
She was no longer the simple village girl in a kurti.
Tonight, she was stepping into a completely different world — wearing a dress that made her feel both beautiful and dangerously exposed.
And the night was only just beginning.

[shaalu_re]

Soft golden lights illuminated the sprawling lawns, the large swimming pool, and the luxurious mansion in the distance. Music pulsed gently in the background, mixed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of powerful conversations.
Shankar had been right — almost every woman at the party was dressed in ultra-modern, bold fashion. Short cocktail dresses, backless gowns, deep plunging necklines, and even a few women in tiny designer shorts and crop tops moved around the pool area and open lawns. Some were in elegant bikinis by the pool, their bodies glistening under the lights. The atmosphere was glamorous, sensual, and slightly hedonistic.
Meera felt a fresh wave of self-consciousness as she stepped out of the car. Her indigo blue tube dress suddenly felt both too much and not enough. The strapless neckline showed a generous amount of cleavage, the thigh-high slit revealed her smooth leg with every step, and the fabric hugged her curves tightly. She kept one hand lightly on the hem, worried it might ride up.
Shankar stayed close to her side, his presence reassuring. Many women noticed him immediately and tried to approach — smiling, waving, or calling his name flirtatiously. A few even gave Meera quick, assessing glances, clearly wondering who the beautiful woman beside him was.
But Shankar remained focused on Meera. He gently placed a hand on her lower back as they walked, guiding her through the crowd.
“Don’t worry,” he said softly near her ear. “Stay with me. You don’t know anyone here yet, but you look stunning. Just relax and enjoy.”
Meera felt grateful for his presence. Without Shankar beside her, she would have felt completely lost and out of place among these glamorous, confident people. She stayed close to him, her body language showing both nervousness and quiet reliance.
Shankar led her toward one of the open bars near the pool. He ordered two drinks — a mild cocktail for her and something stronger for himself.
“Here,” he said, handing her the glass with a smile. “Have this. It will help you loosen up a little.”
Meera hesitated for a second, then accepted it. She took a small sip. The drink was sweet and slightly strong, warming her from inside.
As they stood there, Meera’s eyes wandered. She noticed several girls walking around carrying trays of drinks, wearing extremely tiny shorts and cropped tops that barely covered anything. Their bodies were toned and confident. Some women by the pool were in micro bikinis, laughing and splashing water.
Even among all these scantily clad women, Meera was turning heads. Her elegant yet seductive tube dress, combined with her natural, innocent beauty and slightly nervous demeanor, made her stand out. Men and women alike kept glancing at her — some with admiration, some with curiosity, some with clear desire.
Meera’s gaze landed on a girl walking past them from the pool area. She was wearing a tiny pink bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her ass cheeks were fully visible, jiggling slightly with each step.
Shankar noticed where Meera was looking and leaned closer with a teasing smile.
“Are you bi, Meera?” he asked playfully.
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. “Chee! No, no!” she said quickly, her face turning red. “I was just… remembering something.”
Shankar chuckled softly.
“Remembering your panty from this morning?” he said in a low voice. “Don’t worry, it’s safe in the car trunk. No one will steal it.”
The casual mention of her panty — the same pink panty she had worn during the investor demo when she had stripped down to her bra and panty in front of everyone — made Meera’s cheeks burn hotter. She remembered standing almost naked in the conference room, the investors’ eyes on her body, the lady unhooking her bra…
She felt a strange mix of embarrassment and a tiny spark of something else she didn’t want to name.
Shankar noticed her discomfort and changed the topic smoothly, but the air between them had become slightly charged.
They continued walking through the party. Shankar introduced her to a few important guests, keeping her close. Meera sipped her drink slowly, trying to calm her nerves, but her mind kept drifting — to the daring dress, to the eyes on her body, to the memory of standing nearly naked earlier that day.





As they talked, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught Meera’s attention. People around them began straightening up, conversations quieted slightly, and heads turned toward the main pathway.
Vikram had arrived.
He walked with an undeniable aura — tall, commanding, and radiating power. He wore a crisp white suit that fit him perfectly, the jacket open to reveal a black shirt underneath. His presence commanded attention without effort. A small group of powerful-looking businessmen flanked him, laughing at something he said, but their eyes showed clear respect.
Meera was spellbound. She had heard stories about Vikram, but seeing him in person was different. He carried himself like a king in his own kingdom.
Vikram spotted Shankar and walked straight toward them, a broad, charismatic smile on his face. He opened his arms and pulled Shankar into a warm hug.
“Shankar! My brother! You made me proud today,” Vikram said loudly enough for those nearby to hear. “The Malaysian deal is huge. You are my star tonight!”
Shankar smiled, clearly pleased by the rare public praise from his elder brother.
“Thank you, bhai. But the real credit goes to Meera as well,” Shankar replied, turning slightly toward her. “She supported me brilliantly in the presentation. The victory belongs to her too.”
Vikram’s sharp eyes shifted to Meera. He looked her up and down appreciatively, taking in the elegant yet daring indigo blue tube dress, her glowing skin, and her slightly nervous but beautiful face.
“You must be Meera,” he said, his voice smooth and deep. “Congratulations. You both are my stars tonight.”
He extended his hand. Meera shook it politely, feeling the strength in his grip.
Vikram noticed their empty hands and frowned playfully.
“Why don’t you both have glasses in your hands? This is a celebration!”
He turned to one of the waiters nearby and gestured, then looked back at Shankar.
“Shankar, get some drinks for us.”
Shankar nodded and walked toward the bar to fetch fresh drinks, leaving Meera alone with Vikram for a moment.
Vikram studied her with calm intensity.
“I liked the way you supported my brother in the meeting today,” he said quietly. “Keep it up. Never double-cross him. He is my little brother. Loyalty is everything in our world.”
Meera swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. She nodded quickly.
“No sir, I will be loyal,” she replied earnestly. “I promise.”
Vikram gave her a small, satisfied smile.
“Enjoy the party,” he said, patting her shoulder lightly before walking away to greet other guests.
Meera let out a shaky breath. She felt both intimidated and strangely flattered. Vikram’s aura was overwhelming.
Shankar returned shortly with two glasses — a colorful cocktail for Meera and a whiskey for himself.
“Here,” he said, handing her the drink. “Relax. You’ve earned this night.”
Meera took the glass with slightly trembling fingers. She was still processing everything — the bold dress, the powerful people around her, Vikram’s words, and the fact that she was now standing at the center of this dangerous, glamorous world.
She took a small sip, hoping the drink would calm her nerves.

[shaalu_re]

The party was now in full swing. The music had grown louder and more rhythmic, the lights softer and more seductive. Meera had finished her second cocktail. The alcohol was hitting her gently but steadily — a warm, pleasant buzz spreading through her body, loosening her limbs and softening her inhibitions.
She stood beside Shankar near the edge of the open dance floor, her body swaying unconsciously to the beat. Her hips moved in small, natural circles, and her hands rose slightly, fingers tracing the air as the song pulsed around them. The indigo blue tube dress clung to her curves, the thigh-high slit opening teasingly with every sway of her hips.
Shankar watched her with a quiet smile.
“Seems like you’re getting confident with the dress now,” he said, his voice low and amused.
Meera turned to him, her eyes slightly glassy from the drinks. A soft, tipsy laugh escaped her lips.
“Yeah… I feel like dancing,” she admitted, still moving her hips gently to the rhythm. “The dress doesn’t feel so scary anymore.”
Shankar chuckled, stepping a little closer.
“You were so worried earlier that your dress might slip,” he reminded her, his gaze drifting briefly to her deep cleavage before returning to her face.
Meera’s cheeks flushed, but the alcohol made her bolder. She leaned in slightly, her voice playful and slurred just a touch.
“Here, all these girls are wearing much less than me,” she said, gesturing vaguely toward the dance floor where women in tiny dresses and bikinis moved freely. “Your eyes keep following them. Your interest is clearly there.”
Shankar raised an eyebrow, amused.
Meera continued, her words coming out more freely than she would normally allow.
“People are all watching the dance on the stage… but only you are watching me. You’ve already seen more than this today anyway, right?”
The moment the words left her mouth, Meera realized what she had said. Her eyes widened in embarrassment.
“Oops…” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. “Don’t tell anyone.”
Shankar’s smile deepened. He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a intimate murmur only she could hear.
“I won’t tell a soul,” he assured her. “But yes… I did see more than this today. And I have to say, Meera, you looked breathtaking then too.”
Meera’s face burned hotter. She looked down at her dress, then back up at him, the alcohol making her words tumble out before she could stop them.
“I can’t believe I did that… standing there in just my bra and panty in front of all those people. I still can’t believe I agreed to it.”
Shankar’s eyes darkened with a mix of admiration and something more primal.
“You were brave,” he said softly. “And honest. That’s rare. Most people would have crumbled. You stepped up and saved the entire deal.”
Meera swayed a little closer to the music, her hips moving more freely now. The slit in her dress opened wider, revealing more of her smooth thigh. She felt the eyes of several guests on her, but Shankar’s presence made her feel strangely safe.
She looked up at him again, her voice soft and tipsy.
“Do you think I looked… okay? When I was standing there like that?”
Shankar’s gaze dropped slowly down her body — from her deep cleavage, over the curve of her waist, to the slit showing her leg — before meeting her eyes again.
“You looked more than okay, Meera,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “You looked beautiful. Confident. Desirable.”
Meera’s breath caught. She felt a warm flutter low in her belly. The combination of alcohol, the revealing dress, the praise, and the memory of standing nearly naked earlier in the day was making her head spin in the most dangerous way.
She took another small sip of her drink, her body still moving gently to the music.
“Careful, sir,” she said with a shy, tipsy smile. “If you keep talking like that, I might start believing you.”

Shankar’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and excused himself politely.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he told Meera. “There’s someone I need to speak with. Stay here and enjoy yourself. Don’t wander too far.”
Meera nodded, but as soon as Shankar walked away, she felt exposed. The party was in full swing — loud music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the scent of expensive perfume and alcohol in the air. She decided to walk around a little, hoping the movement would help her relax.
She moved through the crowd slowly, her indigo blue tube dress hugging every curve. The thigh-high slit opened with each step, revealing flashes of her smooth leg. She kept one hand lightly on the hem, worried the dress might ride up too much.
Everywhere she looked, she saw faces she recognized only from TV and magazines — actors, singers, businessmen, and politicians. The realization that she was actually here, among them, made her head spin.
Then she saw him.
Prem.
The Bollywood actor she had a massive crush on during her college days. Tall, handsome, with that signature charming smile and intense eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. She had spent countless nights fantasizing about him — silly, romantic, and sometimes very explicit dreams.
And now he was right in front of her.
Prem was standing near the pool area with a young, stunning model. The rumour Meera had read in gossip columns was apparently true — he had left his wife and was now openly with this new girl. The model was wearing a maroon tube dress similar to Meera’s, but shorter and more daring.
Meera’s steps slowed. She watched as Prem hugged the model from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist. The girl was holding a drink in her hand, laughing. Prem leaned in and took a sip directly from her glass while his hands roamed boldly over her body.
Meera’s breath caught.
One of Prem’s hands slid up and openly fondled the model’s boob over the thin fabric of her dress. He squeezed it casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, while continuing to talk to someone nearby. The model didn’t seem to mind — she leaned back into him with a playful smile. Meera realised the girl is wearing a dress similar to her color is different otherwise almost same.
Meera felt a strange rush of emotions. Jealousy. Curiosity. A forbidden thrill.
She remembered her old college fantasies about Prem. In her favourite fantasy, they got stuck together in a dense forest during a heavy monsoon rain. She would be wearing a thin white saree that became completely transparent when wet, clinging to her body like a second skin. Her dark nipples and the outline of her pink panty would be clearly visible. Prem would watch her as she bathed under a small waterfall, water streaming down her curves. Later, in a small forest hut, he would slowly peel the wet saree off her body, his hands roaming over her wet skin. He would suck on her boobs hungrily, his mouth hot against her cold nipples, before making her completely naked and taking her passionately on the floor, the rain pouring outside.. She always had orgasm thinking about that fantasy.
Ajay used to tease her mercilessly about that fantasy whenever he found out.
Now, seeing Prem in real life — openly fondling another woman’s boobs in public — made those old fantasies feel both childish and intensely real.
Meera took a few hesitant steps closer, drawn by a mix of nostalgia and curiosity. She wanted to say hello, to tell him she was a big fan, but her legs felt heavy.
Prem noticed her approaching. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, appreciating the indigo blue tube dress and the way it clung to her figure. A slow, charming smile spread across his face.
Before Meera could speak, Shankar returned and gently placed a hand on her lower back.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
Meera nodded, but her eyes were still fixed on Prem and the model.

Shankar was in the middle of saying something when a familiar, deep voice called out from a few feet away.
“Shankar beta! You are here!”
Meera turned and felt her breath catch.
It was Prem.

Prem walked over with a warm smile, accompanied by a stunning young woman clinging to his arm — Shalini, the model whose name Meera had read repeatedly in gossip columns.
“Shankar beta, come here!” Prem said, pulling Shankar into a friendly hug. “It’s been too long.”
Shankar smiled and hugged him back. “Prem sir, good to see you.”
Prem’s eyes then shifted to Meera. He looked her up and down appreciatively, taking in the tight tube dress, her deep cleavage, and the way the fabric hugged her curves.
“And who is this beautiful lady?” Prem asked, his signature charming smile directed at her.
Shankar placed a light hand on Meera’s lower back.
“This is Meera,” he said smoothly. “She is a friend and coworker.”
Prem raised an eyebrow, still smiling.
“Girlfriend?” he asked teasingly.
Shankar laughed lightly. “No, no. Just a coworker.”
Prem shook his head with mock disappointment.
“Such a beautiful heroine and you say she is just a coworker? In the old days, we used to have heroines like this — natural beauty, graceful, innocent face with a killer figure. You would have made a perfect heroine, Meera.”
Meera’s cheeks flushed bright red. She felt a rush of old memories — the posters of Prem on her bedroom walls during college, the late-night fantasies she used to have about him.
“I… I am a big fan of yours, sir,” she said shyly, her voice soft. “I had a lot of your posters on my bedroom walls back in college.”
The moment the words left her mouth, she felt even more embarrassed. Her cheeks burned hotter.
Prem’s smile widened, clearly pleased.
“Is that so? Then I’m honoured,” he said, his eyes lingering on her for a second longer than necessary. “Let me get drinks for both the beautiful ladies.”
He turned to the bar and returned shortly with two colourful cocktails. Unseen by Meera and Shankar, he had discreetly dropped a small tablet into each glass — a mild substance that would gradually reduce inhibitions and heighten sensations.
“Here you go,” Prem said, handing one glass to Meera and the other to Shalini.
Meera accepted the drink politely and took a small sip. It tasted sweet and slightly fruity. She didn’t notice anything unusual.
They continued talking casually. Prem was charming and attentive, asking Meera about her work and how she ended up working with Shankar. Shalini stood beside him, smiling but mostly quiet, occasionally sipping her own drink.
Meera felt a strange warmth spreading through her body as she drank. The alcohol mixed with the tablet was beginning to take effect — making her feel lighter, bolder, and a little less self-conscious about her revealing dress.

The conversation flowed easily between the four of them, but Meera’s attention kept drifting to Prem’s hands.
They never left Shalini’s body.
While talking and laughing, Prem’s right hand remained possessively on Shalini’s chest, openly mauling her boob over the thin maroon tube dress. His fingers squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Shalini didn’t seem bothered — she leaned back into him with a playful smile, occasionally sipping her drink.
Meera’s eyes kept flicking to that hand. She felt a strange mix of shock, embarrassment, and an unwelcome spark of heat low in her belly.
Prem noticed her gaze and grinned.
“Shalini has some pain here,” he said casually, giving her boob another firm squeeze. “She asked me to massage it for her. Doctor’s orders.”
Shankar burst out laughing at the obvious lie. Prem joined in, clearly enjoying the moment.
Meera’s face turned bright red. She looked away, feeling intensely shy.
Shalini slapped Prem’s hand lightly, laughing. “Liar! Stop making up stories.”
Prem didn’t remove his hand. Instead, he leaned in and kissed the side of Shalini’s neck from behind, his fingers still working her boob.
“I have magic in my hands,” he continued, his voice smooth and confident. “In the old days, every heroine wished for a co-star like me. Right, Meera?”
Meera gave a shy, hesitant nod, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t bring herself to speak.
Shalini rolled her eyes playfully. “He’s lying. There’s no magic.”
Prem’s smile turned wicked. In one swift, practiced motion, he hooked his fingers into the neckline of Shalini’s maroon tube dress and pulled it down below her boobs in a single snap.
Shalini’s bare boobs spilled out into the open air.
They were firm, perky, with small pink nipples that were already slightly hard. They bounced once from the sudden movement and settled beautifully on her chest, fully exposed in front of Meera and Shankar.
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. She froze, unable to look away.
Prem continued as if nothing unusual had happened, his hands now openly cupping and fondling Shalini’s naked boobs, thumbs brushing over her nipples.
Prem didn’t miss a beat. His hands immediately returned to her naked boobs, cupping them from below, lifting and squeezing them openly. His thumbs circled her pink nipples, flicking them gently, making them even harder.
“See?” he said with a smirk, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “She came prepared for a proper massage.”. “Tell me, Meera… are you wearing a bra right now?”
Meera’s throat went dry. She hesitated.
Prem turned to Shankar with a playful grin.
“What do you think, Shankar? Is she wearing a bra?”
“…Yes. I am wearing one.” Meera replied.
Shankar chuckled, his eyes flicking briefly to Meera’s chest.
“I believe she is,” he replied smoothly.
Prem’s hands continued to massage Shalini’s bare boobs, squeezing them gently, lifting them, letting them bounce back.
“She’s not wearing one because she wants my magic,” he said, his tone teasing but possessive. “Right, baby?”
Shalini laughed softly but didn’t pull her dress back up. She seemed completely comfortable being topless in front of them.
Meera stood there, stunned. She had just watched Prem casually expose his girlfriend’s boobs in the middle of a crowded party, right in front of her and Shankar. The casualness of it, the complete lack of shame, left her speechless.
Her own boobs felt heavier inside her bra. The memory of standing nearly naked in the conference room earlier that day flashed in her mind. Now she was watching another woman’s boobs being openly fondled just a few feet away.

Prem’s charming smile never left his face as he looked at Meera with playful interest.
“So, Meera… do you have any wish tonight?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. “Anything you want from your favourite actor?”
Meera’s heart fluttered. The alcohol and the strange, charged atmosphere of the party made her bolder than usual.
“I… I would like to take a photo with you,” she said shyly, her cheeks turning pink. “If that’s okay.”
Prem’s grin widened.
“Of course! Come here.”
He gestured for her to join him. Shalini was still standing close on his left, her maroon tube dress still pulled down below her boobs, her firm, perky tits completely exposed. Prem casually kept one arm around Shalini’s waist while extending the other toward Meera.
“Shankar, be a good friend and take the picture for us,” Prem said.
Shankar took the phone from his pocket with a small smile and stepped back, aiming the camera at them.
Prem positioned himself in the middle. He put his left arm around Shalini’s waist and his right arm around Meera’s waist, pulling both women close against his body.
Shalini was on his left, still topless, her boobs pressed lightly against his side. Her pink nipples were stiff from the cool night air and Prem’s earlier fondling. Shalini said a second and she pulled up her dress which was tight to pull up because of her boobs.
Meera was on his right, still wearing her indigo blue tube dress, but she could feel the heat of Prem’s hand resting possessively on her hip and caressing her.
“Smile, ladies,” Prem said, squeezing both of them closer.
Shalini smiled confidently, completely comfortable being half-naked. Meera tried to smile too, but her body was tense. She was acutely aware of Prem’s strong arm around her, the way her boobs were pushed up by the tight dress, and how close she was standing to a man she had fantasized about for years.
Shankar clicked the first picture.
Then he paused, looking at the screen.
“Shalini… your nipple is slipping out again,” he said casually, pointing at her left boob.
One of Shalini’s pink nipples had popped out completely from the bunched-up dress. She giggled shyly and used her fingers to tuck it back under the fabric, though the dress was still pulled down below her boobs.
Meera watched the casual correction and felt a strange confusion. Shalini had just been standing topless in front of them for several minutes — why was she suddenly shy about a nipple slip now?
Before Shankar could take another photo, Prem winked at him mischievously.
In one swift, practiced motion, Prem yanked both women’s dresses downward.
Shalini’s dress was already below her nipples, so it slid down easily to her waist, leaving her completely topless again.
Meera’s tube dress, however, was still properly on. Prem’s strong pull dragged it down in one sudden motion — past her boobs, over her waist, and all the way to her hips.
Meera shrieked in shock.
Her strapless blue bra was now fully exposed, along with a generous amount of her cleavage and the upper curves of her boobs. The dress bunched around her waist, leaving her upper body almost bare except for the bra.
Shankar’s phone stopped clicking the pics — after capturing multiple photos in quick succession.
One showed Shalini fully topless, smiling confidently.
Another showed Meera with her dress pulled down to her waist, standing in her blue bra, her boobs pushed up and spilling slightly over the cups, her eyes wide with surprise.
Meera gasped and immediately brought both hands up to cover her chest, trying to pull the dress back up. But in her flustered state, she only managed to bunch the fabric around her midriff, leaving her bra and a lot of cleavage still visible.
Prem laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the moment.
Shalini giggled beside him, making no effort to cover her own bare boobs.
Meera’s face was burning with embarrassment. Her heart was racing. She could feel the cool night air on her exposed skin and the weight of everyone’s eyes on her.
Yet… because of the mild substance Prem had slipped into her drink earlier, the intense shame she expected to feel was strangely muted. Instead, there was a warm, hazy thrill running through her body.
She playfully slapped Prem’s arm.
“You are so naughty!” she said, half-scolding, half-laughing, still trying to pull her dress back up with one hand while covering her chest with the other.
Prem grinned, unrepentant.
“What? I thought you wanted a memorable photo with your favourite actor.”
Meera finally managed to tug the dress back up over her bra, though the neckline now sat a little lower than before, showing more cleavage. Her boobs were still heaving from the sudden rush of adrenaline and arousal.

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Back at their small flat, Ajay sat alone in the dimly lit living room, his laptop glowing on the table in front of him.
He had been monitoring Shankar’s machine through the spyware for the past hour. New files were syncing to the cloud storage in real time from mobile. Ajay clicked on the latest folder that had just appeared.
The first photo loaded.
It was a picture of Meera and Shankar standing at the grand entrance of Vikram’s farmhouse. Meera looked stunning in the indigo blue tube dress. The strapless neckline plunged daringly, showcasing a generous amount of her soft, fair cleavage. The dress hugged her body tightly, accentuating the full swell of her boobs, her narrow waist, and the curve of her hips. The thigh-high slit revealed a long stretch of her smooth leg. She looked elegant, sensual, and completely out of character from the shy wife Ajay had known.
Ajay’s cock twitched hard in his pants.
He had always secretly wanted Meera to wear more modern, revealing clothes, but she had always been too shy. Now here she was — dressed like this, standing beside Shankar at Vikram’s infamous party.
The next photo showed them holding drinks, smiling at the camera. Meera’s cleavage was even more pronounced as she leaned slightly forward. The blue lace edge of her strapless bra was just visible at the top of the neckline.
Ajay’s breathing grew heavier. His hand unconsciously moved to his crotch, palming his growing erection through his pants. He forgot about investigation.
Then came a photo taken from behind as Meera walked ahead. The dress clung to her round ass, the fabric stretching over her curves. Ajay could clearly see the faint outline of her ass cheeks through the thin material.
His cock was now fully hard.
The next image made his heart skip.
It was Prem — the Bollywood actor Meera used to have a massive crush on. Ajay knew all about those old fantasies she had confessed to him during their early marriage. Prem was standing with a beautiful young model, hugging her from behind. The model was wearing a short maroon tube dress, similar to Meera’s.
Then the photos became even more explicit.
The next image showed the model topless. Prem had pulled her dress down below her boobs. Her firm, perky tits with pink nipples were fully exposed as she smiled at the camera. Prem’s hand was cupping one of her boobs possessively.
Ajay’s mouth went dry.
The following photo hit him like a punch.
It was the exact moment Prem had yanked Meera’s dress down.
Meera was captured mid-shriek, her eyes wide with shock. Her indigo blue tube dress had been pulled down to her waist, revealing her blue strapless lace bra. Her boobs were pushed up high, the deep cleavage dramatically accentuated. The bra barely contained her heavy mounds, the lace edges digging into her soft flesh.
The next photo showed her standing there, still in shock, hands flying up to cover her chest, but not fast enough. The blue bra was clearly visible, her boobs spilling slightly over the cups.
Ajay’s cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He freed it quickly, wrapping his hand around the thick shaft and stroking slowly as he stared at the images of his wife being exposed in public.
He zoomed in on the photo where Meera’s dress had slipped. The way her boobs looked in that blue bra — full, round, slightly spilling — made him incredibly hard. He remembered how she had looked last night when she stripped for him, how she had offered to pose topless.
Now other men were seeing her like this.
Ajay stroked himself faster, his breath coming in short gasps.
He clicked through the photos again and again — Meera’s shocked face, her boobs in the bra, the way the dress had bunched around her waist, the smooth skin of her belly and hips.
His mind filled with dirty thoughts.
He clicked the refreshe button to see if there is any further pic. He secretly wished if he finds next level of pics. He imagined whether Prem had pulled the dress down further.
His hand moved faster on his cock.
Meanwhile, at the party, Meera had no idea that her husband was at home, furiously masturbating to the photos of her exposure.

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Meera adjusted her indigo blue tube dress with both hands, pulling it back up over her boobs and smoothing it down over her hips. The fabric clung stubbornly to her curves, the deep neckline still showing a generous amount of cleavage. She felt flushed and strangely exhilarated after the encounter with Prem and Shalini.
Shankar noticed her unsteady movements and gently guided her away from the crowded area.
“Let’s walk near the pool,” he suggested softly. “It’s quieter there.”
They strolled along the edge of the large, illuminated swimming pool. The water shimmered under the coloured lights. Several women were swimming or lounging in tiny bikinis, their wet bodies glistening. Laughter and splashes mixed with the distant music.
Meera’s eyes kept drifting to the women in the pool. Their confidence, their near-nakedness, the way they moved so freely — it made her feel both envious and strangely aroused.
Shankar glanced at her and asked casually, “Do you want to enter the pool?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive. “It might help you relax.”
Meera looked at the water, then back at him. A playful, tipsy smile curved her lips.
“I can’t… I have no swimming clothes,” she replied, but her tone was flirtatious rather than reluctant.
Shankar’s gaze lingered on her body.
“You can remove the dress and give it to me,” he said smoothly. “You can get in wearing your innerwear. No one here will mind.”
Meera’s cheeks flushed, but instead of refusing immediately, she tilted her head and looked at him from under her lashes, her voice turning soft and teasing.
“You have no idea what I’m wearing underneath, sir,” she said, her words slow and seductive. “It’s like a string… a tiny black lace thong. You cannot imagine how little it covers. If I go into the pool like that… everything will be visible when it gets wet.”
Shankar’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened with desire as he imagined Meera stepping into the water, the thin thong becoming transparent, clinging to her smooth, shaved pussy. He felt like his dick will explode because of boner.
Meera noticed his reaction and felt a rush of power. The alcohol and the atmosphere were making her bolder than she had ever been.
She continued, her voice dropping even lower, almost a whisper:
“I don’t know whether I should enter the pool or not…”
As she spoke, her fingers moved to the hem of her tube dress. She started to pull it up — slowly, teasingly. The fabric rose higher and higher up her smooth thighs. It reached her upper thighs, stopping just below her pussy. The slit opened wide, revealing the edge of the tiny black lace thong.
Shankar thought Meera was not herself tonight. Her eyes were glazed, her movements slower and more provocative than usual. Prem must have slipped something into her drink earlier — he was infamous for doing exactly that at these parties to loosen up women.
Shankar didn’t want to take advantage of her while she was under the influence. He respected her too much for that. But at the same time, he was painfully tempted. The sight of her slowly lifting her dress, teasing him with the tiny thong and the promise of what lay beneath, was driving him crazy.

Shankar’s eyes were glued to her legs, his cock straining hard against his trousers. He was breathing heavier now, completely captivated by her slow, seductive movements.
Meera’s heart was pounding. She knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of teasing him — of seeing the effect she had on a powerful man like Shankar — was intoxicating.
Just as the hem was about to rise further, exposing the front of her thong, her phone rang.
The sound snapped her back to reality like a cold splash of water.

She quickly let the hem of the dress fall back down and fumbled for her phone. It was Ajay.
Seeing her husband’s name on the screen brought her crashing back to her senses. The haze in her mind cleared slightly.
She answered the call, her voice still a little breathy.
“Hello… Ajay?”
Ajay’s voice came through, concerned but steady.
“Meera? Are you alright?  Just checking on you. How's party going ?”
Meera took a deep breath, trying to sound normal.
“Yes… everything is alright. The party is still going on  but I’ll come home soon.”

She ended the call and stood there for a moment, the dress now properly back in place. The realization of what she had almost done — pulling her dress up in front of Shankar, almost exposing her thong in public — hit her hard.
She felt a wave of embarrassment, but also a lingering thrill.
Shankar watched her quietly, his erection still obvious, but he didn’t push her.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently.
Meera nodded, adjusting her dress one final time.

“Sir… I think I should go home now. It’s getting very late.”
Shankar looked at her for a moment, reading the exhaustion and slight discomfort in her eyes. He nodded without argument.
“Of course. I’ll call my driver.”
He made a quick call. Within five minutes, a sleek black Toyota Vellfire glided up to the entrance. The luxury MPV was spacious and private, with tinted windows and reclining captain seats in the middle row.
Shankar opened the door for Meera. She climbed in carefully, the high slit of her indigo blue tube dress parting widely and flashing a long stretch of her smooth thigh. She settled into the recliner seat in the middle row, leaning back with a tired sigh. The dress rode up dangerously high on her thighs, and the strapless neckline had slipped slightly lower during the night, revealing the upper half of her blue lace bra and a generous amount of her soft, full cleavage.
The driver started the car. Cool air from the AC vents washed over her heated skin, but it wasn’t enough. Meera felt a deep, burning heat inside her body — between her legs, across her chest, under her skin. The effects of the drink Prem had given her were still strong. She wanted nothing more than to strip off the tight dress completely and feel cool air on her naked body.
She shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable. The movement caused the tube dress to slip further. The neckline dropped lower, exposing more than half of her strapless bra. The blue lace cups pushed her heavy breasts together, creating a deep, tempting valley. Her dark nipples were faintly visible through the semi-sheer material, hardened by the AC and her own arousal.
Shankar sat in the seat beside her, his eyes drawn repeatedly to her chest. He watched as her breasts rose and fell with every deep  breath she took. The cleavage looked even more pronounced in the dim interior lighting. He could see the smooth inner curves of her breasts, the way they strained against the lace, the subtle sheen of sweat still glistening on her skin from the warm party atmosphere.
The driver, a middle-aged man, kept glancing at the rearview mirror. His eyes lingered on Meera’s exposed cleavage and the way her breasts jiggled gently with every small speed breaker in the road. He tried to remain professional, but the sight of the beautiful woman in the revealing dress was impossible to ignore.
The car passed over a small speed hump at the farmhouse exit. The sudden jerk made Meera’s body bounce. Her heavy breasts jolted upward, nearly spilling out of the lowered neckline. The blue bra cups shifted, revealing even more of her soft, creamy flesh. Shankar’s eyes were locked on the movement, his cock hardening further in his trousers.
Meera didn’t seem to notice how exposed she was. She lay back in the recliner seat, eyes half-closed, one hand resting lazily on her thigh. The dress had ridden up so high that the bottom edge of her black lace thong will be visible if it moves an inch.
Shankar swallowed hard. He wanted to reach over and touch her, but he held himself back.
Meanwhile, outside the main gate, Chotu sat on his motorbike, hidden in the shadows. He had been waiting there since evening. He was going to her office in evening to see her as per her instruction in morning, she had said she wanted to meet Chotu. Meera wanted to end the hot games going on with Chotu after she had guilt feeling. Chotu was passing the mall and saw Meera and Shankar going in car and he followed them and he reached the outhouse. The security didnt even let him pass so he waited far outside on road all these hours for her. He had messaged Meera but he didnt get any response. He had waited patiently outside the gates for hours.
Now, as the black Vellfire emerged, Chotu started his bike and began following at a safe distance, his eyes fixed on the car carrying his didi.
Back inside the car, Meera shifted again. The movement caused her left breast to nearly spill completely out of the bra cup. She absentmindedly adjusted it with one hand, but the dress slipped lower again. Shankar’s gaze was burning into her. The driver kept stealing glances in the mirror, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.

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The Toyota Vellfire had been gliding smoothly along the dark highway for nearly 25 minutes. The street lights had faded behind them, replaced by the quiet stretch of road leading back toward the city. Inside the car, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension.
Meera was still reclined in the middle-row captain seat, her body relaxed from the alcohol and the substance Prem had slipped into her drink. Shankar sat beside her, trying to keep his eyes forward, but his gaze kept returning to her body. The driver occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror.
Suddenly, flashing red and blue lights appeared ahead. A security officer checkpoint.
The driver slowed down. Two security officer vehicles were parked across the road. A young, sharp-looking officer in uniform stepped forward and raised his hand, signalling them to stop.

The officer didn’t care how big the vehicle are. He walked to the driver’s side window.
“Routine check. We need to search the vehicle,” he said firmly.
The officer’s name tag read Karthik. He was young, in his late 20s, tall and well-built. His eyes scanned the interior of the car and immediately locked onto Meera in the back seat.
She was still asleep, her head tilted slightly, lips parted. The revealing dress had left her looking incredibly sensual — breasts nearly spilling out of the lowered neckline, thighs exposed, the dress bunched high. Karthik’s eyes widened, and he felt an instant surge of arousal. His cock stirred in his uniform pants.
The driver tried to argue, “You have no idea whose car this is—”
Karthik cut him off coldly. “I don’t care. Step out. We have information about possible illegal substances in vehicles on this route tonight. We need to do a detailed search.”
Two male constables joined him. They began searching the car — opening the boot, checking under seats, looking through compartments.
Karthik’s attention remained fixed on Meera. He leaned into the car slightly, his eyes roaming over her exposed cleavage and the way her breasts moved with her breathing.
He turned to Shankar.
“Your wife?” he asked, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of something darker.
Shankar replied calmly, “No. She is my secretary.”
The constables exchanged glances and started making dirty comments in low voices.
“Look at those boobs, yaar… so big and soft.”
“Must be fun working with a secretary like that.”
Karthik didn’t stop them. Instead, he looked at Shankar again.
“I don’t care who you are. We have reason to believe there may be illegal substances. Since there is a lady in the vehicle and we don’t have a female officer here right now, we will need to take you all to the station for a proper search.”
Shankar’s jaw tightened, but he knew arguing would make things worse.
Karthik confiscated the phones from both Shankar and the driver.
“You come to the security officer station by walk,” he told the driver. Then he got into the driver’s seat of the Vellfire himself.
“Sit in the front seat with me,” he ordered Shankar.
As the car started moving toward the security officer station, Karthik kept glancing at Meera through the rearview mirror. Her dress had slipped even more during the stop. One of her breasts was almost completely out of the bra cup, the dark edge of her areola visible. Her legs were slightly parted, the slit of the dress revealing the edge of her black lace thong.
Karthik’s cock was rock hard in his uniform.
He picked up his radio and called the station.
“Mala madam? This is Karthik. We are bringing in a vehicle with a female passenger. Need you present for search when we arrive.”
Lady Constable Mala sighed irritably as she received the call. She had been half way to her home off duty after a long shift.
“Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll be there.”
While Karthik drove, his eyes frequently returning to the rearview mirror, drinking in the sight of the beautiful, half-exposed woman in the back seat.

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I honestly thought there wasn't much interest in this story or genre given the low comments. I will keep writing

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The security officer jeep sped down the dark road, red and blue lights flashing silently. In the jeep, one of the constables made a call as per earlier instructions.

“Sir, Ajmal sir?” the constable said into the phone. “As you instructed, we passed the information about illegal substances. The officer has taken the boss and that hot lady into custody. They are being brought to the station now.”
On the other end of the line, Ajmal was sitting in his apartment. His face twisted in rage the moment he heard the words.
“What the fuck?!” Ajmal exploded. “I told you idiots to arrest only the girl! Not Shankar! You have no idea what you’ve done, you fools! If Vikram comes to know his brother has been arrested, he will have all of us killed! You will get me killed too!”
The constable stammered, “But sir, the officer on duty—”
“Shut up!” Ajmal roared. “Handle your shit! Put everything on your officer. Say it was his decision. Do whatever you have to, but make sure Shankar is released quickly and quietly. I only wanted to teach that bitch Meera a lesson, not start a war with Vikram!”
He slammed the phone down, breathing heavily. His hands were shaking. He had only wanted to humiliate Meera and derail Shankar’s project. He never expected the security officer to actually arrest Shankar.

Meanwhile, on the road, Shankar’s driver had been forced to get down from the Vellfire at a quiet stretch.The driver stood on the side of the road, frustrated and worried. In the distance, he saw a motorbike approaching. He waved desperately.
The bike slowed down. It was Chotu.
Chotu stopped, recognizing the man.
“Sir? What happened?” Chotu asked, concerned.
The driver quickly explained, “Please, I need to follow that security officer car. My boss and madam have been taken to the station. Can you give me a lift?”
Chotu’s heart jumped. Madam? Meera didi?
Without hesitation, he agreed. “Sit behind me. We’ll follow them.”
The driver climbed on, and Chotu accelerated, tailing the security officer vehicles from a safe distance.

At the security officer station, Shankar’s driver borrowed Chotu’s phone and immediately called Vikram’s office.
Within minutes, the news reached Vikram.
Vikram’s face turned thunderous. His brother — arrested? He slammed his fist on the table.
“Find out who is responsible,” he ordered coldly. “And get my brother out. Now.”

Back at their flat, Ajay’s phone rang. It was an unknown number.
He picked up.
“Hello? Ajay sir?” Chotu’s voice came through, urgent and scared. “This is Chotu. Meera didi has been arrested. She is at the security officer station right now. Shankar sir too. I followed them here.”
Ajay’s blood ran cold.
“Meera… arrested?” His voice cracked. “What happened? Tell me everything!"
Chotu has no idea why or what happened. Poor guy he was expecting to meet Meera and spend time with her.

At the security officer station, the Vellfire pulled up. Karthik got out and opened the back door.
He yanked open the back door and grabbed Shankar by the collar, pulling him out roughly.
“Move,” Karthik barked.
Shankar stumbled forward, trying to maintain his dignity. “You have no idea who I am. This is a big mistake. Let me make a call—”
Karthik shoved him toward the station entrance. “Shut up. You filthy rich criminals think you can do whatever you want. Tonight you’ll understand what real heat feels like.”
Inside the station, the fluorescent lights buzzed harshly. Karthik pushed Shankar against the wall near the duty desk.
“Strip,” Karthik ordered.
Shankar’s eyes widened. “What?”
“You heard me. Strip to your underwear. Now.”
Shankar tried to argue, his voice laced with arrogance. “My brother will hear about this. You’ll lose your job. I can make you rich if you just—”
Karthik’s face twisted in anger. He drew his service revolver and pressed the cold barrel directly against Shankar’s forehead.
“Strip. Or I’ll put a hole in your rich skull right now.”
Shankar’s arrogance cracked. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He slowly removed his expensive shirt, then his trousers, folding them neatly out of habit. He stood there in just his black designer underwear, his body trembling with humiliation and fear.
Karthik smirked. “Good. Now stand there like the dog you are.”
Meanwhile, Lady Constable Mala had just arrived, still in her uniform, looking irritated at being called back so late. She walked into the main hall and saw Meera still half-asleep in the back of the Vellfire.
Mala’s eyes narrowed with disdain.
She marched over, yanked open the door, and slapped Meera hard across the face.
“Wake up, you bitch!”
Meera jolted awake, gasping in shock. Her cheek stung. She had no idea where she was or what was happening. Her mind was still foggy from the drinks and the substance.
Mala grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of the car. The sudden pull made Meera stumble forward. The already precarious tube dress slipped dangerously. The neckline dropped completely, exposing her full blue lace bra and a large portion of her soft, heavy breasts. The hem rode up high on her thighs, almost revealing the tiny thong underneath.
Meera was still not fully conscious. She staggered behind Mala, her breasts bouncing with every forced step, the dress barely hanging on her body.
Mala pulled her roughly into the station hall.
“Stand here,” Mala snapped, pushing Meera against the wall near Shankar.
Shankar stood in his underwear, looking humiliated. Meera, still dazed, looked at him with confusion, her dress dishevelled, bra fully visible, one breast almost spilling out.
Karthik watched both of them with dark satisfaction.
The night had taken a brutal turn.
Meera’s mind was slowly clearing, horror dawning on her face as she realized where she was and how exposed she was.


Mala shoved Meera against a table and snatched her handbag. She opened it aggressively and started rummaging through it.
After a few seconds, Mala pulled out a small, clear plastic packet containing white powder.
“Look at this!” Mala shouted, holding it up. “What is this, you whore? Drugs?”
Shankar, standing a few feet away in only his underwear, went pale. He immediately understood what had happened.
Ajmal.
This was clearly a setup. Ajmal must have planted the substance to sabotage them. Shankar’s face hardened with anger, but he stayed silent, knowing any protest would make things worse.
Mala turned her fury on Meera.
“You cheap slut! Dressing like a whore and carrying drugs? You think you can seduce big people and get away with anything?”
Meera tried to speak, her voice weak and confused. “No… I don’t know… that’s not mine…”
Karthik instructed to do a search on Meera, Mala shames her by saying she wont mind stripping infront of you sir. On Karthik's instruction Mala takes her inside to the security officer station. Mala was still angry to come back from half way and this bitch is the reason for that.

“Shut up!” Mala slapped the table hard, the loud sound echoing through the station.
“Strip,” Mala ordered coldly. “Full strip search. Now.”
Meera’s eyes filled with tears. She looked around desperately. The criminals in the cells were now fully awake, staring at her with hungry eyes. Karthik stood a little distance away, watching with clear interest but staying back.
Mala shouted again, “I said strip! Or I’ll tear this cheap dress off you myself!”
With trembling hands, Meera reached for the zipper on the side of her tube dress. She pulled it down slowly. The tight fabric loosened. She hesitated, then began sliding the dress down her body.
The dress slipped off her shoulders first, revealing the blue lace strapless bra that was barely holding her full breasts. The bra pushed them up dramatically, creating deep, soft cleavage. Sweat glistened on her skin under the bright lights.
The dress continued downward, sliding over her waist and hips. It pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in just the blue lace bra and the tiny pink lace thong.

Mala’s eyes widened. She had never seen such expensive, revealing underwear on a woman before.
“Shameless slut!” Mala spat. “What is this thing you’re wearing? No straps, no support—just a piece of cloth clinging to you for dear life. You’re a shameless slut, aren't you?. And this panty? Bilkul besharam. Arey, what is this? You forgot the rest of your underwear at home, or did you run out of cloth? That’s not underwear, that’s just a dental floss for your backside! She wants respect, but she wears a thread that is thinner than my hair.”
Meera’s face burned with humiliation. She tried to cover her chest with her arms, but Mala slapped her hands away.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself! Let everyone see what a cheap whore you are.”
Mala turned toward the other room where Karthik and Shankar were.
“Karthik sir!” she called out loudly. “You should come see this! This slut is wearing underwear that is near to non-existent! I don’t know what it even covers! Her big tits are spilling out of this tiny bra, and her panty is just a string disappearing between her fat ass!”
Karthik looked over, his eyes immediately locking onto Meera’s near-naked body at the far corner. His cock hardened instantly in his uniform pants at the sight — her full breasts straining against the blue lace bra, her smooth belly, and the tiny pink thong that barely covered her shaved pussy, the thin string lost between her round ass cheeks.
Shankar stood silently in the corner, still in his underwear, watching with a mix of anger and unwilling arousal. His own cock was semi-hard despite the humiliation.
Mala wasn’t done. She saw Karthik is not getting full view.

“Walk, you whore!” she ordered Meera. “Walk to the main area so everyone can see the tiny thong you’re wearing. Show them how you dress like a cheap prostitute!”
Meera’s legs felt like jelly. Tears filled her eyes, but she obeyed. She walked slowly across the hall, crossing directly in front of the cells. The three criminals inside pressed against the bars, their eyes devouring her body. All of them were in their underwear, and their cocks were visibly hard, tenting the fabric as they stared at her almost naked form.
Meera’s heavy breasts bounced with every step. The blue bra struggled to contain them. The pink thong rode up between her ass cheeks, leaving her round, soft buttocks almost completely exposed. The thin front panel clung to her pussy, the faint outline of her lips visible.
The criminals whistled and made crude comments:
“Wah… what a body!”
“Look at those big tits… I want to suck them!”
“Turn around, baby! Show us that fat ass!”
Mala walked behind her, smirking.
“See how shameless she is? Walking like this in front of everyone so shamelessly. Her bra is barely holding those whore tits.  Sir, look at her! I swear, I wear more clothes when I'm taking a bath in my own locked bathroom than she wears. If she’s this shameless in public, imagine what she’s like at home.”
Shankar and Karthik watched from the side. Both men were visibly hard — Shankar’s cock straining against his underwear, Karthik’s erection obvious in his uniform pants. The criminals were also looking with hungry eyes.
Mala finally stopped her.
“Enough. Stand here.”
Meera stood trembling in the middle of the station, nearly naked, surrounded by hungry male eyes, her dignity shattered. She tried to cover her chest with her arms.
Look at this 'bra.' It’s hanging on by a prayer. One more jiggle and it’s over. Honestly, if we remove this little bit of elastic, there’s no difference.Why are you crossing your arms now, madam? You weren't this shy when you chose to wear a bra that has no support and a panty"
The night had become a nightmare of public humiliation.

[shaalu_re]

Chotu was still waiting outside the security officer station on his motorbike, 100m away, heart pounding with worry for Meera didi. His phone suddenly rang. It was Ajay.
“Chotu, listen carefully,” Ajay said urgently, his voice tight. “I need you to go inside and find out what’s happening. Get any news you can about Meera and Shankar. Be careful. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Chotu nodded to himself. “Okay sir. I’ll try.”
He thought quickly and came up with a plan. He walked into the station with a worried expression, holding his pocket as if something was missing.
“Sir, my phone got stolen!” he complained loudly to the constable at the desk. “I need to file a report, please.”
The constable waved him inside impatiently. “Go and wait there. Don’t make noise.”
Chotu walked further into the main hall. His steps slowed, then stopped completely.
His eyes widened in pure shock.
Meera — his beloved didi — was standing in the middle of the hall, almost completely naked.
She was wearing only her blue strapless lace bra and a tiny pink lace thong. The bra was pushed up slightly from all the manhandling, making her full, heavy breasts spill over the cups, the dark edges of her areolas faintly visible. The thong was pulled tight between her round, soft ass cheeks, the thin string disappearing completely, leaving almost her entire ass exposed. The front panel of the thong was small and sheer, clinging to her smooth, shaved pussy, the faint outline of her lips visible.
Meera was looking down in extreme shame, her arms trying to cover her chest, but Mala kept slapping her hands away harshly.
Chotu’s mouth fell open. He had seen her almost naked before, but this was different — public, under harsh lights, with strangers watching. His cock instantly hardened painfully in his pants.
Meera heard a familiar voice and slowly lifted her head.
Her eyes met Chotu’s.
For a second, the world stopped.
Meera’s face turned deathly pale, then bright red with absolute mortification. Tears filled her eyes instantly. She tried to cover herself better, crossing her arms tightly over her breasts, but it only pushed them up more, making the cleavage deeper and more obscene.
Chotu stood frozen, unable to move or look away. His eyes drank in every inch of his didi’s nearly naked body — the way her heavy breasts strained against the blue lace, the soft curve of her belly, the tiny thong that barely covered her pussy, and the way her round ass was almost fully exposed from behind.
The petty criminals in the nearby cells were now fully awake, pressing against the bars, making vulgar gestures.
One of them grabbed his crotch. “Wah… look at that whore’s body!”
Another licked his lips. “Big juicy tits… I want to suck them dry!”
“Turn around, baby! Show us that fat ass in that string, Send her to our cell!”
Mala noticed Chotu standing there and smirked cruelly. She saw the perfect opportunity to humiliate Meera even further.
“You shameless slut!” Mala shouted loudly. “Look, there’s a boy watching you he is tenesed he lost his phone and he cannot see any more porn . At least make him happy. Do a turn for him! Show him that tiny thong and your fat ass!”
Meera’s eyes filled with fresh tears. She shook her head slightly, whispering, “Please… no…”
Mala slapped the table hard, the loud sound echoing.
“Turn around! Now! Or I’ll make you walk naked around the whole station!”
With trembling legs and tears streaming down her face, Meera slowly turned.
Chotu’s eyes were glued to her. As she turned, he got a full, unobstructed view of her round, soft ass, barely covered by the thin string of the pink thong. The string had disappeared completely between her cheeks, leaving her entire ass exposed — smooth, fair, and perfectly shaped. The thong was pulled so tight that it accentuated every curve.
Chotu’s cock throbbed painfully. He had never seen anything so erotic and humiliating in his life.
Meera completed the slow turn, facing forward again. Her face was wet with tears, but she couldn’t hide her body. Her heavy breasts jiggled slightly with the movement, the blue bra struggling to contain them.
Mala laughed loudly.
“Look at her! Standing here like a cheap prostitute, showing her body to a young boy. Even this boy is hard looking at her fat ass and big tits!”
Chotu quickly tried to hide his obvious erection, but it was too late. Everyone had noticed.
Meera looked at Chotu with tear-filled, pleading eyes.

[shaalu_re]

Karthik was standing near the duty desk, still visibly aroused from watching Meera’s near-naked body. His eyes kept drifting toward her — her heavy breasts barely contained in the blue lace strapless bra, her smooth belly, and the tiny pink thong that left almost her entire ass exposed. The petty criminals in the cells were still pressed against the bars, making vulgar gestures and comments.
Mala said "Look at our Sir!Don’t be shy, Sir—this one is a shameless. If you want me to pull this bit of lace down to show you the 'full project,' she won't mind at all. She’s already halfway there! Arey, Sir is blushing! Don’t worry, Sir, girls like this don't have 'shame' in their dictionary. She’s wearing a bra with no straps and a thread for a panty—she’s basically begging for a closer inspection from you. Shall I remove the obstacles for you?"

"Look at our Sir’s face! He’s sweating more than the criminal we caught this morning. Don't worry, Sir, this shameless slut will cooperate. If I just unhook her bra accidentally, she won't cry—she’ll probably just pose for you! Arey, Sir, stop looking at your files on desk! The real 'files' are right here."

Mala stands next to Meera, her hand is patting the spine area of Meera close to her bra strap.
"Arey, Sir, why are you looking away? I was just telling her that this strapless bit is very loose. One 'slip of my finger' and she’ll be providing you with a full front-view presentation. She won't mind, Sir. Just a small accident. If I 'accidentally' unhook this, she can’t even complain."

Meera is super scared now as Mala's hand is very close to her hook. She is scared whether she will strip off that as well. Mala likes to tease her handsome bachelor officer she continued.

"Sir, my hand is slipping! If this lace pops open 'by mistake,' please don't blame me.Even I dont mind to see. Tell me, Sir, do you want me to be 'careless' with my fingers"

"Sir, if you’re too shy to enjoy the view, maybe I should turn her around for the boys in the lock-up? They’ve been looking at my grumpy face all morning—I think they deserve a bit of 'item girl' entertainment to brighten their day!"

Karthik says Mala to stop it.
Suddenly, Karthik’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and his face went pale. It was a very high-ranking officer — someone far above his pay grade.
He answered immediately, his voice turning respectful and nervous.
“Yes sir… This is Sub-Inspector Karthik speaking…”
The voice on the other end was sharp and authoritative.
“Karthik, what the hell is going on? I just received a call regarding Shankar. Why is he in your station?”
Karthik started stammering. “Sir… I… I got a tip-off about illegal substances… We had to check the vehicle…”
The senior officer cut him off coldly.
“Release him immediately. And the woman with him too. Do you have any idea who you’ve arrested? This is going to create unnecessary trouble. Handle it quietly and fast. You are new to this area you have no idea what have you done”
Karthik’s face was covered in sweat. “Yes sir… I will release them right now, sir. Sorry sir…”
He ended the call, his hands shaking. He turned to one of the constables.
“Release Shankar sir immediately. Treat him with respect.”
Meanwhile, Chotu had quietly slipped outside the station. He quickly dialed Ajay’s number.
“Ajay sir… Meera didi is inside the security officer station,” Chotu said urgently. “They brought her here along with Shankar sir.”
Ajay’s voice was tense. “Is she hurt?”
“No sir… but sir… she is near naked.”
There was a heavy pause.
“Naked?” Ajay asked, his voice low.
“Yes sir… She is standing in just a bra and a very small thong. The panty… it looks like a thread in the back, you know. Almost her entire ass is visible. Everyone is staring at her.”

“I know what a thong is,” he said, his voice strained. “Stay there. I’ll handle it.”
Ajay immediately dialed Raghav.
“Sir… my informant has been arrested at the local security officer station along with Shankar. We need to get her released immediately. It’s urgent.”
Raghav didn’t ask for more details. He understood the gravity.
“I’ll make the call right now,” Raghav replied. “Stay calm.”
Back inside the station, Karthik had become suddenly respectful toward Shankar. He offered him a chair and even returned his phone.
“Please sir, make your calls. It was a misunderstanding.”
Shankar took the phone and stepped outside to call Vikram.
At the same moment, Raghav’s call reached the station. Karthik answered it and turned even paler. The instruction was clear — release the woman immediately.
Karthik turned to Mala.
“Release the girl quickly. Higher orders.”
Mala looked annoyed but obeyed. She walked over to Meera, who was still standing near the cells in just her blue bra and pink thong, trying to cover herself with her arms.
“You have powerful people in the Financial Regulatory Authority too, it seems,” Mala said sarcastically. “Donot ever interfere in Ajamal sir's business.”
Meera’s mind was still foggy, but she caught the words.
Financial Regulatory Authority?
She wondered silently — why would someone from Ajay’s old department intervene for her?
Mala shoved her clothes toward her. Also she understood her humiliation is caused by Ajmal.
“Get dressed and get out.”
Meera quickly bunched her dress into a ball and held them against her chest, still wearing only her bra and thong. She didn’t have the presence of mind to wear them immediately. She just wanted to get out of there.
Shankar returned after speaking with Vikram. He looked at Meera with concern and anger.
“Let’s go,” he said gently, putting his arm around her shoulder to shield her as much as possible.
They walked out of the station together. The constable at the door saluted both of them. realising how big the people were, he had a hardon as well

Outside, Chotu was waiting anxiously on his bike. He saw Meera — still in just her bra and thong, holding her clothes against her chest — and his heart ached for her. But he also couldn’t stop the rush of arousal at the sight.

The Toyota Vellfire moved smoothly through the dark roads, the city lights flickering past the tinted windows. Meera sat in the middle-row recliner seat, still wearing only her blue lace strapless bra and the tiny pink lace thong. She hadn’t bothered to put her dress back on. The fabric lay crumpled beside her like a discarded reminder of the nightmare she had just endured. Shankar was on phone whole time.
She stared out the window, her mind replaying the day in painful, vivid flashes.
It had started so well.
She had aced the investor presentation. She had stepped up when everything was falling apart, answered every difficult question, and turned the tide. The deal was signed. Shankar had been overjoyed. For a brief moment, she had felt proud — like she truly belonged in this big, modern world.
But that pride had come at a terrible cost.
She had stripped down to her bra and panty in front of five strangers. She had stood there, trembling, while they examined her body, while the lady unhooked her bra, while her heavy breasts spilled out for everyone to see. She had walked nearly naked across the room, her ass exposed in the panty, her cameltoe visible, her dignity shattered under their hungry gazes.
Then came the party.
Meeting Prem — her long-time crush — only to watch him casually pull down his girlfriend’s dress and fondle her bare breasts right in front of her. And then Prem had yanked her own dress down, exposing her bra to everyone. The photos. The laughter. The way he had looked at her.
And finally, the security officer station.
Dragged out of the car, slapped awake, stripped in front of criminals, made to walk almost naked while they whistled and made vulgar comments. Chotu had seen her like that too. So many eyes. So much shame.
Meera looked down at herself. She was still sitting in just her lingerie. The blue bra pushed her full breasts up, the lace cups barely containing them. The pink thong was pulled tight between her soft ass cheeks, the front panel clinging to her smooth, shaved pussy. She felt exposed even inside the private car.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
What have I become?
She had started the day as a simple, shy woman trying to support her husband. Now she had stripped in front of countless people from criminal to celebrities — all in one day.
Shankar sat beside her, quiet for a long time. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and serious.
“Meera… this was Ajmal’s doing. I’m sure of it. He planted the substance. He leaked the report. He wanted to destroy me… and he used you to do it.”
Meera didn’t reply. She just stared at her lap.
Shankar continued, his tone hardening.
“He will pay for this. I promise you. No one humiliates my people and gets away with it.”
Meera remained silent. She was not sure if she cared about revenge right now. All she wanted was to go home, take a long bath, and forget this day ever happened.
But deep down, she knew forgetting would not be easy.
The car continued its journey through the night. Meera sat half-naked, lost in her thoughts, while Shankar planned his next move against Ajmal.

[shaalu_re]

Shankar sat beside her, silent for most of the ride. His eyes occasionally drifted to her nearly naked body, but he kept his gaze respectful.
After several minutes, he spoke gently.
“Meera… you are still sitting in just your bra and panties.”
Meera turned her head slowly toward him. Her eyes were tired, her voice soft and resigned.
“What is there left for me to hide now, sir?” she whispered. “You have already seen me like this. The investors saw me. The security officer saw me. Those cellmates saw me. Everyone has seen almost everything today. What is left?”
Shankar didn’t reply. He simply looked at her with a mix of admiration and quiet desire.
Meera reached for the emerald green kurti that had been kept in the car. She slipped it on without the leggings, buttoning it slowly. The kurti covered her bra and thong, but it was short, ending high on her thighs. She felt slightly more decent, but the memories of the day clung to her like a shadow.
The rest of the ride was quiet. Meera stared out the window, her mind heavy with guilt and self-blame.
This is all my fault.
The thoughts kept circling.
The innocent messages with Chotu that had slowly turned naughty. How he had seen her almost naked during the water crisis. How she had started enjoying his teasing, his compliments, his gentle dares. How she had worn revealing clothes and sent photos.
Then the office — stripping down to her bra and panty in front of the investors. Standing there trembling while they examined her body. The lady unhooking her bra. Walking nearly naked across the room.
Then the party — Prem pulling her dress down, exposing her bra in front of everyone. The way he had looked at her.
Then the security officer station — being stripped and made to walk almost naked in front of criminals and Chotu.
All of it had started because she wanted to support Ajay. Because she felt guilty about her mausi. Because she had tried to be helpful.
If Ajay leaves me, I deserve it, she thought, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. I started this whole mess. This is all because of me.
The car finally stopped outside their apartment building. It was around 3 AM. The street was completely deserted — no one around, no lights in most windows.
Meera stepped out of the car, still wearing only the green kurti over her lingerie. The cool night air made her shiver. She adjusted the kurti, pulling it down as much as possible, but it still ended high on her thighs.
Shankar rolled down the window.
“Take care, Meera. Rest well. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
She nodded silently and walked toward the building entrance. Her steps were slow and heavy, weighed down by guilt and exhaustion. She climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, her mind made up.
Tonight, she would confess everything to Ajay.
The messages with Chotu.
How Chotu had seen her naked.
The water problem day.
The office striptease.
The party.
The security officer station.
Everything.
If Ajay wanted to leave her after hearing it all, she would accept it.
She deserved it.
She reached their door, took a deep breath, and unlocked it.
The flat was dark and quiet.
Ajay was probably sleeping.

[shaalu_re]

Meera quietly unlocked the door and stepped into the dark flat. It was past 3 AM. The silence felt heavy after the chaos of the night. She expected Ajay to be asleep, but the moment she closed the door, the living room light turned on.
Ajay was sitting on the sofa, waiting for her.
He stood up immediately and walked toward her. Without a word, he pulled her into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Meera buried her face in his chest, her body still trembling from everything that had happened.
She thought he would ask about her missing leggings or why she looked so dishevelled. But Ajay didn’t say anything about her clothes. He just held her.
“Are you alright?” he whispered, his voice gentle.
Meera’s eyes filled with tears. The kindness in his voice broke something inside her.
“I have… a lot of things to tell you,” she said, her voice cracking. “Ajay, I… I have done so many things today. I don’t know how to say it.”
Ajay stroked her hair softly.
“Calm down, dear. It’s okay. Whatever it is, we can talk about it.”
Meera pulled back slightly, tears streaming down her face.
“You don’t know anything, Ajay. I have walked naked in a security officer station. I stripped down to my bra and panties in front of investors to save a deal. I let people see me like that. I have been so shameless. This is all my fault. If you want to leave me, I deserve it.”
She expected shock, anger, disgust — anything.
But Ajay’s face remained calm. He gently wiped her tears with his thumb.
“You are tired and not in your senses right now,” he said softly. “You should sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”
Meera shook her head, crying harder.
“No… I need to tell you everything tonight. I can’t keep it inside anymore. I have deceived you. This is all my doing. I started this whole mess.”
Ajay pulled her close again, holding her tightly against his chest. He let her cry for a few moments before speaking.
“Meera… it’s not you, dear. It’s me.”
She looked up at him, confused through her tears.
Ajay took a deep breath. His voice was low but steady.
“I have been hiding something from you for a long time. I didn’t come to this city just because of the suspension. My old boss Raghav gave me a secret mission. I am working undercover to catch Vikram . Shankar is his younger brother. The tourism shop was just a front. I have been trying to get inside their network for months, but I was failing. Until you got the job at Blue Blooming.”
Meera stared at him, stunned.
“I didn’t want to put you in danger. But I listened to everything you told me about the office. I planted a small tracker in your bag to listen to conversations. I installed spyware through the pendrive you brought home. I have been watching Shankar’s laptop. I saw… some things today.”
Meera’s eyes widened in horror as the pieces fell into place.
“You… you saw the presentation?” she whispered.
Ajay nodded slowly.
“I saw everything through the hidden camera. I saw what you did for the deal. I saw what they made you do.”
Ajay held her tighter, kissing the top of her head.
“I know, Meera. I know. This is my fault. I dragged you into this without telling you the truth. You were trying to be a good wife, and I used that. I’m the one who should be sorry.”
They stood there for a long time, holding each other in silence. Meera’s tears slowly stopped. She felt a strange sense of relief — the weight of all her secrets was finally lifted.
Ajay pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes.
“From now on, no more secrets,” he said firmly. “We are in this together. Whatever happens, we face it together.”
Meera nodded, her voice barely a whisper.
“Together.”