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Lol who will leave his wife tied blindfolded and run for office...its like waiting to be licked and fcked for Raghu. Be logical why hurry, Raghu will get his turn anyways.

Thankyou.. But that file is his life. It's a 20 crore valuable file missed. So he ran without thinking to office...

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Raghu get lucky chance ....he revenge with her .....defnetly ....he did hard fuck ....

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I agree

But Rajesh has a call that his 20 crore project file theft or missed... So he didn't think about that present condition and ran away.. Initial story know how much he suffered for his company.. So he did.. Without thought his mind blank at that time... And leaves her wife in same condition

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Sexy sexy update bro amazing best of luck for the next update

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Eagerly waiting for awesome updates 

I masturbate daily whenever ur pots came 

Keep rocking authorji

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Next update bro please please

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Why dont you do this way. Since Rajesh lgot hard her being touched by others. It would be best to turn this into cuckold too. Where he sends her to fuck with minister to get more benefit also saying I have this fantasy.

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Then why did he put on shirt and pant... He could have ran naked to the office at once he got the call 

He had time to put on his inner, shirt, underwear and pant... Why cant he take just 2 extra minute to untie nisha...

It was not at all logical my friend... Either u can accept and move on stating ignore logic glitch.. Else take time and correct it...

I dnt think self defending will be a rite solution here...

OK  Thankyou my dear Friend for remark it and remember my mistakes. 

Thankyou so much.. 


..I think the second option is correct. it's better to  ignore  Logics. 

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Continues..... recall previous one.


Rajesh had just stepped closer, ready to kneel between her spread legs, when his phone vibrated silently on the side table. He glanced at the screen. Office. Emergency.
He answered, keeping his voice low. “Yeah, talk.”
The project lead’s tense voice came through. “Sir, the final file is missing from the shared drive. Client is waiting. You have the only hard copy. I’m already on the way to your house. Just come outside and hand it over. Five minutes, max.”
Rajesh’s jaw tightened. He cursed under his breath, still holding the phone. “Alright. I’m coming out. File is ready.”
He kept talking for another half-minute—confirming the exact copy, the password note, the delivery point—while Nisha stood bound and blindfolded a few feet away, breathing fast, completely unaware of the sudden change.
When the call ended, Rajesh moved quickly. He grabbed the night track pants and a shirt from the chair and began dressing. As he pulled the shirt over his head he spoke to her for the first time since the phone rang.
“Nisha… I have to step outside for a bit. The guy is coming to the house for the project file. I’ll just stand at the gate, hand it over, and come straight back.”
Her head turned toward his voice. Soft, confused breaths left her open mouth.
“Rajesh… first take these off,” she whispered. “Please. It’s been too long already. Uncuff me.”
He stepped closer, still buttoning his shirt, and leaned near her ear. His voice was low, casual, almost teasing.
“Hold on, yaar. Just five minutes. That’s all. Enough time for me to come back. Stay exactly like this.”
Nisha’s breath hitched. “Rajesh… don’t leave me like this. Please remove the cuffs. I can’t—”
“Shh.” He cut her off softly, already moving toward the door. “Five minutes. Promise. I’ll be right outside.”
Her voice rose, sharp with sudden panic and frustrated arousal mixed together. “Take them off! Right now! Don’t go leaving me like this! Rajesh—!”
He didn’t answer. He simply finished dressing, picked up the folder from the side table, and walked to the door. He paused only long enough to pull it shut behind him. The soft click of the latch echoed in the quiet room. He didn’t lock it. The door could still be opened from the outside without a key.
“Just five minutes,” he said through the wood, almost like a promise. Then his footsteps faded down the corridor toward the front gate.
Nisha stayed exactly as he had left her—naked, arms stretched wide to the two poles, blindfolded, breasts rising and falling fast, pussy wet and exposed under the soft bedroom light. Soft, confused, restless breaths left her open mouth. She could not see. She could not lower her arms. She could only stand there in her erotic nightmare, counting the seconds, waiting for the five minutes that suddenly felt endless.
Raghu watched every second on the live feed. The moment he saw Rajesh step out of the front door and walk toward the gate with the folder in hand, a wild thrill shot through him.
Wow… what a damn lucky chance… only five minutes…
He slipped out of his own room without a sound, barefoot, cock still hard and leaking against his stomach. The corridor was dark. Nisha’s bedroom door stood shut but unlocked. Raghu pushed it open slowly, just enough, and stepped inside.
The real sight hit him harder than any camera feed.
Nisha stood naked between the two poles, wrists locked high and wide, black cloth covering her eyes, full 36 breasts bare and heavy, black nipples still wet, soft belly and navel exposed, her shaved pussy glistening under the light. Her body trembled slightly. Soft, helpless, impatient breaths left her mouth. She had no idea anyone had entered.
Raghu froze in the doorway, heart slamming, staring at the living erotic nightmare of his strict Madam—tied, blind, left alone for “just five minutes,” and completely at the mercy of whoever chose to step closer....

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Raghu waited.
Five full minutes.
He stood in the dark corridor, heart hammering against his ribs, cock still hard and leaking against his stomach. Every second felt stretched. He kept glancing toward the front of the house, listening for the sound of Rajesh’s footsteps returning. Nothing. No car door. No voice. No key in the lock downstairs.
The silence only made his blood hotter.
He was shivering—half from nerves, half from pure, filthy excitement. This was his higher officer. The strict, sharp-tongued Madam who could make grown men straighten their backs with a single look. And right now she was standing naked, blindfolded, and cuffed between two poles in the next room… left alone for “just five minutes.”
After the fifth minute passed with still no sign of Rajesh, something inside Raghu snapped.
He dared.
He pushed the bedroom door open.
A soft creak echoed through the quiet room.
Nisha’s head turned sharply toward the sound. Still blindfolded, still stretched wide between the poles, her breathing quickened. A soft, hopeful smile touched her lips.
He’s back already…
Her heart jumped. Five minutes and he was already here. She could almost feel the wild night restarting. The teasing, the touching, the way he would finally take her while she was still helpless and open. Soft, eager breaths left her mouth.
“Rajesh…” she whispered, voice low and hungry. “That was fast… come here.”
Raghu froze just inside the doorway.
The real sight hit him harder than any camera feed ever could.
Nisha stood completely naked between the two poles, wrists locked high and wide, black cloth covering her eyes. Her full 36 breasts hung heavy and bare, black nipples still wet and tight. Soft belly and deep navel exposed. Her shaved pussy glistened under the soft bedroom light, lips slightly parted, wetness catching the glow. Her ass was round and firm, cheeks slightly parted from the way her legs were spread. Every inch of the strict, daring officer was on shameless display—helpless, trembling, and completely unaware that the man staring at her was not her husband.
Raghu’s mind went blank for a second.
This was the same woman who barked orders in the office. The same sharp voice that made juniors nervous. The same strict Madam who never smiled without reason. And now she stood like a sexy queen in pure erotic surrender—cuffed, blind, pussy wet, breasts rising and falling with every breath.
His cock twitched hard against his stomach. A thick drop of precum slid down the shaft.
He took one slow step forward.
Then another.
The soft sound of bare feet on the floor reached Nisha’s ears. She smiled wider behind the blindfold, body arching just a little in invitation.....






Nisha’s lips curved into a soft, happy smile behind the blindfold.
“Happy to see you so early, Rajesh…” she whispered, voice warm and eager. “I thought five minutes would feel longer. Come closer…”
The moment the words left her mouth, Raghu moved.
He stepped right up to her and pressed one finger gently but firmly against her soft lips.
“Ssshhhhh…”
The sound was low, almost a breath. His finger stayed there, sealing her mouth shut. Nisha’s body tensed for a second in surprise, then relaxed again, thinking it was just another one of Rajesh’s teasing games. She didn’t try to speak. She only breathed softly against his fingertip, waiting.
Raghu’s heart was slamming so hard he could hear it in his ears.
This was it.
His strict higher officer—naked, cuffed, blindfolded—standing inches from him, thinking he was her husband. The thrill shot straight down his spine and into his already leaking cock.
He kept his finger on her lips and let his eyes roam.
Slowly… hungrily…
His gaze dropped to the soft hollows of her underarms. Both arms stretched high and wide, the smooth, hairless skin of her armpits fully exposed. Warm. Soft. Completely open. A faint sheen of sweat made the skin glisten under the bedroom light. The natural scent rising from them was clean yet deeply feminine—warm skin, a trace of her perfume, and something purely Nisha.
Raghu’s face lowered.
He brought his nose close to her left armpit first. The heat of her body touched his cheek. He inhaled deeply.
The aroma hit him like a wave—soft, intimate, intoxicating. His eyes almost fluttered shut. A low, shaky breath left his mouth. His cock twitched hard against his stomach, another thick drop of precum sliding down the shaft.
He shifted to the other side, pressing his face even closer to her right armpit, breathing her in again. The scent filled his lungs, made his blood burn hotter. His free hand clenched at his side, fighting the urge to grab her.
Nisha felt the warm breath against her underarm and shivered. A soft, muffled sound escaped against his finger. She still thought it was Rajesh—playing, teasing, taking his time before touching her properly.
Raghu stayed there for long seconds, face buried near her smooth, hairless armpit, inhaling her scent like a man starved. His mind was spinning.....

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Her full 36 breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. The black nipples were still slightly wet from earlier. Her pierced navel caught the light. Between her thighs the soft, clean-shaven mound of her pussy already showed a faint sheen of wetness.
Raghu’s cock throbbed hard against his stomach. He set his phone on the low table beside the bed, switched it to continuous recording, and angled the lens so that every part of her body would stay in frame. Then he stepped closer.
His hands were shaking. He lifted them slowly until his fingers brushed the soft inner skin of her left arm. He leaned in. His nose hovered just beneath the warm hollow of her armpit. The faint scent of her perfume and clean sweat filled his head. He pressed his mouth there and kissed with open, deliberate passion, tongue dragging through the smooth crease.
A soft sound escaped Nisha’s lips.
“Hmmm… shhh…”
She thought it was still her husband. The blindfold kept the truth from her. Raghu kissed the other armpit with the same slow hunger, tasting the warm skin, feeling her body tremble under the cuffs. Then he moved behind her.
His hands came around and seized both heavy breasts at once, pressing them hard together, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. Nisha’s head tipped back.
“Ahhhh… uffff…”
He squeezed again, rougher, then bent over her shoulder and sucked the right nipple into his mouth, pulling hard, tongue flicking the stiff black peak. He switched to the left, sucking with the same greedy force. Nisha’s body arched as much as the poles allowed. Her moans grew thicker. She was already high with arousal, the rough handling only pushing her further.
Raghu released her breasts and knelt in front of her. From this angle her entire body was a living erotic picture—arms locked wide, breasts still marked by his hands, soft belly, the deep pierced navel, the clean-shaven cunt. He had seen his wife Priya naked a hundred times. Nisha’s body was different: fuller, softer, more openly sensual under the light. He stared at the small silver ring in her navel. He leaned forward and kissed it, then gently caught the ring between his teeth and tugged.
“Uffffffff… Rajesh… slow…”
The name left her mouth in a broken moan. She still believed it was her husband. Raghu looked up at her face—lips parted, cheeks flushed, the blindfold dark against her skin—and felt a deep, dark satisfaction. He watched every expression while his mouth returned to her navel, licking, sucking, tugging the piercing again.
His hands slid down her thighs. He lifted her right leg carefully and placed her foot on the low stool beside the dressing table. The position opened her completely. Her clean-shaven cunt was fully visible now—the soft outer lips, the pink inner folds already glistening, the tight entrance twitching under the light. He leaned in and gave one slow, deliberate lick, just the flat of his tongue brushing the wet seam.
Nisha’s whole body shivered. A soft gasp left her. She tried to close her leg, but Raghu held it open. He licked again, slower, tasting the first real wetness of her. Then he pushed one finger inside.
“Hmmmmm… hmmmmm… haaaa…”
The moan was immediate and deep. Her inner walls clenched around the single finger. Raghu watched her face while he slowly worked the finger in and out, feeling how wet she already was. He needed both hands free and a better view. He looked around, found a length of soft rope in the open drawer of the dressing table, and quickly secured her raised right ankle to the upper part of the nearest pole so the leg stayed high and open. Now her pussy and the tight dark ring of her anus were completely exposed to the camera and to his eyes...






Nisha’s breathing turned fast and shallow. She was fully aroused, fully exposed, still blind, still believing her husband was the one touching her. Raghu picked up the phone again and brought it close to her face. The lens captured her biting her lower lip, the soft flush on her cheeks, the way her mouth opened on every breath. He moved the phone slowly down—across her full, heavy breasts, lingering on the black nipples, then over the soft curve of her stomach and the pierced navel, and finally between her spread thighs. The camera framed her open, dripping cunt in perfect close-up.
He set the phone back on the table at the right angle so the recording continued, then pushed two fingers inside her at once.
“Huuggggg… uffff… nooooo… pls slow…”
The protest was weak, breathless. Juices immediately coated his fingers and began to run down the back of his hand. He fucked her with those two fingers in a steady, hard rhythm, watching the pink folds stretch and cling, watching the wetness drip. At the same time his other hand held the phone steady so every thrust, every drop, every tremble of her body was captured.
Nisha’s head rolled against the blindfold. Her free leg shook. The cuffs rattled softly as her arms strained. The wet sound of his fingers thrusting into her open cunt filled the quiet bedroom.
“Hmmmmm… nnnnhhh… ohhh god……”
Her moans grew louder, less controlled. Raghu added a third finger for a moment, stretching her further, then returned to two and curled them against the soft front wall while his thumb pressed her clit. The combination made her hips jerk helplessly against the rope that held her leg high. More clear juice spilled over his fingers and down the inside of her thigh.
He leaned in and licked the dripping folds while his fingers continued to thrust. The taste of her coated his tongue. Nisha’s cries turned high and broken.
“Uffff… haaaaa… Rajesh… too much… ahhh…”
Still the wrong name. Still the blind trust. Raghu’s cock ached, but he ignored it. He wanted every second of this recorded—the way her heavy breasts swayed with every movement, the way her pierced navel rose and fell, the way her open cunt accepted his fingers and spilled more wetness with every hard thrust.
He pulled his fingers out slowly, held them up so the camera could see the thick shine of her juices, then pushed them back in deep and fast. Nisha’s whole body tightened. A long, helpless moan tore from her throat as a sudden orgasm rolled through her. Her cunt clenched hard around his fingers. Fresh wetness flooded out, running down his hand and dripping onto the floor. Her free leg trembled violently. The rope holding the other leg creaked.
Raghu kept his fingers moving through the climax, slower now, drawing every last wave out of her until she was shaking and oversensitive. Only then did he withdraw. He brought the wet fingers to the camera lens, showing the thick coating, then licked them clean while the recording continued.
Nisha hung between the poles, breathing hard, one leg still tied high, her open pussy still glistening and twitching. Soft, confused sounds left her mouth. She had no idea that the man who had just finger-fucked her to a shaking orgasm while recording every detail was not her husband at all—but her own subordinate, standing naked and hard in front of her, the live evidence of her helplessness already saved on his phone...








Raghu stepped back just far enough to take in the full picture again: the strict officer who had announced her promotion at dinner, now reduced to a blind, spread, dripping erotic display, arms locked wide, one leg tied high, body marked by his mouth and hands, still believing the man who had just made her come was the one she loved.
He lifted the phone once more, panned slowly from her flushed, biting-lip face down across her heavy breasts, her pierced navel, and finally settled on the open, wet cunt that still leaked onto the floor. The recording light stayed on. The night was only beginning.

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Raghu’s eyes moved away from Nisha’s trembling, open body for only a moment. The recording light on his phone still glowed steadily from the table, capturing every shiver of her stretched arms, every rise and fall of her heavy breasts, every fresh bead of wetness that slid down the inner thigh of her tied leg. He needed more. He needed something that would break the last of her control while the camera watched.
He began opening the cupboards one by one. The first held only folded clothes and soft towels. The second contained spare sheets and a few unopened boxes of tea. In the third cupboard, pushed to the back behind a stack of winter shawls, his fingers closed around a pair of wireless headphones—black, over-ear, the kind Nisha sometimes used while working late. A slow, cunning smile spread across his face. And he open 4th one then he saw a big vibrator...
He stepped close again.
Nisha felt his presence and tried to speak, her voice soft and hopeful behind the blindfold.
“Rajesh… what are you—”
Raghu immediately pressed one finger firmly against her soft lips.
“Ssshhhhh…”
The sound was low, commanding. He held the finger there until she fell silent again, only a faint whimper escaping. Then he gently slid the headphones over her ears, adjusting them carefully so they covered her completely. The world around her softened into muffled quiet. She could still feel everything—the cool air on her naked skin, the stretch of the cuffs, the wetness between her legs—but sound was now distant and thick.
Nisha’s heart fluttered.
Today Rajesh was different. More intense. More hungry. The way he kept silencing her, the way he was taking his time, the sudden headphones… it felt like he wanted her completely lost in sensation. A warm rush of submission spread through her body. She was ready. Ready to give him everything. Ready to stay exactly as he wanted—tied, blind, quiet, open.
She relaxed deeper into the restraints, lips parting slightly under his finger, breath turning slower and heavier. In her mind it was still her husband standing in front of her, pushing her further than usual, and she welcomed it.

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A large vibrator—dark purple, realistic in shape, the kind bought years ago for private pleasure and fun during the early days of marriage. Beside it lay a small bottle of clear gel, still half-full. Raghu’s eyes widened. A slow, cruel, cunning smile spread across his face as he looked back at Nisha.
She stood exactly as he had left her: arms locked wide to the two poles, one leg tied high so her clean-shaven cunt remained fully open and dripping, black blindfold tight, lips slightly parted, body flushed and shining under the soft bedroom light. She had no idea what he now held in his hands.
He stepped close again. First he squeezed a thick line of the cool gel onto the shaft of the vibrator, coating it until it gleamed. Then he switched it on at the lowest setting. The deep, steady grrrrrr grrrrrr filled the quiet room.
He laid the buzzing toy flat against the soft skin of her lower belly, just above her pierced navel. The vibration travelled instantly through her flesh.
Nisha’s head jerked up against the blindfold.
“Ohhhh Rajesh… what’s this…?”
Her voice was surprised, already thick with fresh heat. Raghu pressed one finger firmly against her lips.
“Shhhhh…”
She obeyed, closing her mouth, though a soft whimper still escaped. He leaned in and kissed her—mouth to mouth, slow and deep, tongue sliding between her lips while the vibrator continued its low, relentless buzz against her tummy. She kissed back automatically, still believing it was her husband, her body rising into the contact even as her cuffed wrists strained against the poles.
When he finally broke the kiss he moved lower. He guided the thick, gel-slick head of the vibrator down, past her navel, over the soft mound, and positioned it exactly against her already-dripping cunt. The broad tip pressed firmly against her swollen clit and the open pink folds.
He pushed the switch one level higher.
The vibration deepened.
Nisha’s entire body arched hard against the restraints.
“Hmmmm… mm… ahhhhhhhh… uffffffff… rajhhhhhhhjjjjj……”
The broken, stretched version of her husband’s name tore out of her throat. Her free leg shook violently. Clear juices immediately began to coat the head of the toy and run down its shaft. Raghu held the vibrator steady with one hand while the other kept the phone angled perfectly, recording every second in crisp 4K—the way her heavy breasts bounced with each spasm, the way her pierced navel jumped, the way her open cunt clenched and spilled around the buzzing tip.
He increased the speed again.
The grrrrrr became a stronger, more insistent pulse. Nisha’s head thrashed from side to side. Her mouth opened wide.
“Rajeshhhhhhhhjjjj… rahjsfghhhhjjjjj… ufffff… I can’t take this pleasureeeeeeeee….. Ohhhh… hhh Godddddddfffdd…..”
Her voice cracked into pure, slut-like cries. Raghu’s face showed open wonder. He had never imagined his strict Madam—the officer who solved cases with cold precision, the woman who had calmly announced her promotion at the dinner table—could make sounds like this. The fire inside her body was far hotter, far greedier than he had ever guessed. Every moan, every broken syllable of the wrong name, every helpless shake of her tied limbs was being captured forever.
Juices flowed freely now, thick and clear, sliding over the vibrating shaft and dripping onto the floor in slow, glistening strands. The wet sound of the toy working against her open cunt mixed with her rising cries. Raghu pressed the head more firmly against her clit and began to move it in small, deliberate circles while the vibration hammered into her.
Nisha’s body went rigid.
“I’m coming…… coming…… coming………”
The words left her in big, raw cries. Her cunt clenched hard around nothing; the orgasm crashed through her in violent waves. Her free leg kicked uselessly. The rope holding the other leg creaked. Her heavy breasts shook. A fresh flood of wetness poured out over the vibrator, soaking Raghu’s hand and running down his wrist. The camera recorded every detail—the spasm of her stomach muscles, the way her black nipples stood tight, the open, dripping pink folds pulsing around the buzzing toy, the blindfolded face twisted in helpless ecstasy.







Raghu did not stop. He kept the vibrator pressed hard against her clit, riding her through the climax, drawing every last tremor out of her until her cries turned into broken sobs of overstimulation. Only when her body finally sagged between the poles, trembling and dripping, did he ease the speed back down to a low, teasing pulse.
He left the still-buzzing toy resting against her sensitive folds so the soft grrrrrr continued to torment her. Then he brought the phone close again, panning slowly from her open, gasping mouth down across her sweat-sheened breasts, her pierced navel, and finally settling on the soaked, twitching cunt that still leaked around the thick purple shaft.
Nisha hung there, blind, arms stretched wide, one leg high and open, completely undone. Soft, confused whimpers left her lips. She still believed the man who had just forced that screaming orgasm out of her with the marriage vibrator was her husband. She had no idea that her subordinate stood in front of her, cock hard and leaking, phone recording every second of her erotic collapse, a slow, satisfied smile on his face as he watched the strict officer he had never dared to look at with desire now reduced to a shaking, dripping, thoroughly used display....







Raghu watched the thick, clear juices continue to spill from Nisha’s open cunt, sliding down the inside of her tied thigh and dripping onto the floor in slow, shining strands. The vibrator still hummed softly against her folds at its lowest setting, keeping her sensitive and trembling. He slid two fingers deep into her again, coating them thoroughly in the warm wetness, then brought those same fingers up to her mouth.
He pressed them against her lips.
“Suck,” he murmured, low enough that the word barely carried.
Nisha’s mouth opened automatically. She took his fingers between her lips and began to suck, tasting her own juices for the first time. The sight was pure eroticism—her blindfolded face, lips stretched around his glistening fingers, tongue working to clean every drop while her cuffed arms remained stretched wide to the poles and one leg stayed high and open. Soft, wet sounds left her throat as she licked and sucked. Raghu’s cock throbbed hard at the display. The phone on the table recorded every second in sharp 4K: the way her cheeks hollowed, the shine of her own wetness on her lips, the helpless flush on her skin.
When the fingers were clean he withdrew them and stepped behind her. He turned her body carefully so that her back now faced the camera more fully. Her full, round ass came into perfect view—smooth, soft, the cheeks slightly parted by the high position of her tied leg. He raised one hand and gave a firm, open-palmed slap across the right buttock. The soft flesh jiggled. A sharp pink bloom appeared.
Nisha jerked.
“Ahhh—”...


Raghu began to Shouting saali meri raand.. I believed you. But you didn't care us. My wife ga gbangs because of you. Today I will make you slut. And I will filmed you in naked...







Nisha jerked.
“Ahhh—”
He slapped the left cheek next, then both in quick succession, watching the skin flush and quiver. Then he placed both hands on her ass and slowly pulled the cheeks apart. The tight, tiny ring of her anus came into clear view—pink, puckered, completely untouched. Raghu’s eyes darkened with a slow, cruel satisfaction.
Useless husband, he thought. Rajesh never fucked her here. She’s still virgin in this hole.
He leaned in and touched the tip of his tongue to the small, clenched ring.
Nisha’s whole body jerked hard against the restraints.
“Shhhhh—”
A shocked, high sound escaped her. Raghu smiled against her skin and began to rotate his tongue slowly around the tight rim, circling, pressing, tasting the clean, sensitive flesh. Nisha’s breathing turned ragged. Her free leg trembled.
“Rajesh… hhhhhj… what are you doing…… never you did it…… so… Godddddddfffdd…”
The broken words spilled out of her in pure surprise and rising excitement. She had never felt a tongue there before. The new sensation made her hips twitch helplessly. Raghu licked deeper, pressing the flat of his tongue against the ring and swirling, feeling it flutter under the wet attention. He squeezed more gel onto his fingers, then slowly pressed one slick fingertip against the tiny opening.
Nisha jumped.
“Hhhjmmm—”
He held her hips steady with his other hand and pushed the finger deeper, working it past the tight ring until it was buried to the second knuckle. The gel made the stretch smooth; there was pressure but no sharp pain. At the same time he leaned around and began licking her dripping cunt from the front, tongue sliding through the wet folds while his finger slowly fucked her virgin ass.
“Hmmmmm… ahhjjj…”
Nisha’s breathing became short and difficult. The dual sensation—finger stretching her back hole, tongue working her already-sensitive cunt—was completely new. Her body did not know which pleasure to chase. Raghu added a second gel-slick finger, stretching her carefully, scissoring them gently while he continued to suck and lick her open pussy. The wet sounds filled the room. Juices ran down his chin.
“Uhhhjj… nooooo… paining… nooooooo… haaaaaaaa…”...







“Uhhhjj… nooooo… paining… nooooooo… haaaaaaaa…”
The protest was real but weak. The stretch burned softly, yet the constant attention on her clit and folds kept the sensation from tipping into pure pain. Raghu watched her face in the mirror across the room—lips parted, brows drawn, the blindfold dark against her flushed cheeks—and felt a dark thrill. He was doing to his strict Madam exactly what a strip search in jail might involve, only slower, wetter, and with far more deliberate pleasure.
When her breathing grew too panicked he eased the fingers from her ass and focused fully on her cunt again. He coated the thick head of the vibrator with fresh gel, then positioned it at her entrance. Slowly, carefully, he began to push.
The broad head stretched her open.
“Hmmmmm… ahhhhhh……”
Nisha’s voice cracked. The thick toy forced its way inside inch by inch. Her inner walls clenched hard around the invasion. Raghu held the phone close, zooming in so the camera captured the exact moment the wide head disappeared between her pink folds. Once it was fully seated he switched the vibrator to high speed.
The powerful grrrrrr exploded inside her.
Nisha’s entire body convulsed.
“Hoooggggh… nooogggh… mmmmmm… agggggh… nooooooo… ooo Goddddddfd… damnnnnnnnn… hot……”
Her cries climbed higher and louder with every second. The thick shaft pulsed deep inside her while the external ridges hammered her clit. Juices flooded around the toy and ran down her thighs in thick streams. Her free leg kicked. The rope holding the other leg strained. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly. The blindfold could not hide the pure, slut-like ecstasy twisting her face.
Raghu kept the phone locked on the place where the vibrating toy disappeared into her cunt, recording every pulse, every fresh gush of wetness, every helpless clench of her body. Nisha’s moans turned into continuous, broken screams of pleasure.
“Hmmmmm… ahhjjj… loud……… I’m… coming… coming… coming……”
The orgasm hit her like a wave. Her cunt locked down hard around the thick vibrator. A rush of clear fluid sprayed out around the shaft, soaking Raghu’s hand and the floor. Her whole body shook violently between the poles. Loud, raw cries poured from her open mouth as the climax rolled through her in long, intense waves. The camera captured every detail—the spasm of her stomach, the way her pierced navel jumped, the open, dripping stretch of her cunt around the still-buzzing toy, the blindfolded face lost in pure, helpless release.
Raghu held the vibrator deep and high until the last tremor faded. Only then did he ease the speed down and leave the toy buried inside her, still humming softly so she remained open and sensitive.
Nisha hung between the poles, panting, one leg still high, the thick vibrator lodged deep in her cunt, juices continuing to leak around it. Soft, broken whimpers left her lips. It took her nearly five full minutes to recover enough breath to speak again.....

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Raghu dragged the sturdy wooden chair from the corner of the room and positioned it directly in front of Nisha’s bound body. He climbed onto it so that his thick, hard cock hung at the perfect height—level with her open, panting mouth. The black blindfold still covered her eyes. Her arms remained stretched wide and high, locked to the two poles. One leg was still tied elevated, keeping her clean-shaven, dripping cunt fully exposed.
He took his heavy shaft in one hand and slowly guided the swollen head against her soft lips. The broad, hot tip pushed past her lips and over her tongue. She gave a soft, excited hum and began to suck gently, tongue swirling around the head.
“Mmmhh… Rajesh…”
He did not give her time to adjust. He gripped the back of her head lightly and pushed deeper, fucking her mouth with steady, deliberate strokes. His thick cock stretched her lips wide. Saliva quickly coated the shaft and dripped down her chin. Every time he thrust forward, the head nudged the back of her throat.
“Rajesh… Raj—shhhhh… mmmphh… haaa—”
The name came out muffled, broken by the thick flesh filling her mouth. She tried to speak, tried to moan properly, but only wet, choking sounds escaped around the cock sliding in and out. Tears of effort gathered at the corners of the blindfold. Saliva ran freely down her chin and onto her bare breasts.
He fucked her mouth for a full five minutes, slow and deep at first, then harder. When he finally pulled out, a thick string of saliva connected her swollen lips to the shiny head of his cock. Nisha gasped hard for air, chest heaving.
“Haa… haa… Rajesh… so thick tonight… my jaw… ahhh…”







He fucked her mouth for a full five minutes, slow and deep at first, then harder. When he finally pulled out, a thick string of saliva connected her swollen lips to the shiny head of his cock. Nisha gasped hard for air, chest heaving.
“Haa… haa… Rajesh… so thick tonight… my jaw… ahhh…”
He climbed down from the chair, positioned himself between her spread thighs, and notched the thick head of his cock against her dripping entrance. He pushed. Her cunt was tight. The broad head stretched her open slowly. Nisha’s mouth fell open in a silent cry.
He withdrew almost immediately, dropped to his knees, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue dragged long, firm strokes through her soaked folds, sucking her swollen clit, pushing inside her as deeply as he could. Nisha’s free leg trembled violently.
“Ahhh… yes… lick me… Rajesh… your tongue… so good… haaaa… deeper… mmmhh…”
He licked her thoroughly until her juices coated his chin and her hips were pushing helplessly against his mouth. Only then did he stand again, realign, and push forward once more. This time the thick head sank deeper. Inch by inch his longer, heavier cock filled her.
Nisha’s head tipped back against the blindfold.
“Haaaaaaa… Rajesh… so good… so full… deeper than before… ahhh… what did you do… it feels… bigger… so thick… haaaa…”
She felt the difference immediately—the extra thickness stretching her walls, the extra length pressing against places her husband’s cock had never quite reached. But her mind, still fogged by pleasure and the blindfold, decided it was only because she was so excited, so wet, so thoroughly worked open already.














Nisha’s head tipped back against the blindfold.
“Haaaaaaa… Rajesh… so good… so full… deeper than before… ahhh… what did you do… it feels… bigger… so thick… haaaa…”
She felt the difference immediately—the extra thickness stretching her walls, the extra length pressing against places her husband’s cock had never quite reached. But her mind, still fogged by pleasure and the blindfold, decided it was only because she was so excited, so wet, so thoroughly worked open already.
He gripped her hips and began to fuck her in long, powerful strokes. The wet sound of his thick shaft driving into her cunt filled the bedroom. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. The cuffs rattled softly against the poles....



“Hmmmmm… ahhhh… yes… fuck me… Rajesh… harder… haaaa… your cock… feels so thick tonight… so deep… ahhh… don’t stop…”
He increased the speed, slamming into her harder. Every moan, every broken call of the wrong name, every fresh gush of wetness around his cock spilled freely from her lips.
“Haaaaaaa… Rajesh… so good… I’m going to… again… ahhh… ahhh… harder… please… haaaa… it’s hitting so deep… mmmhh… yes… yes…”
Outside, the distant sound of a car engine approached the gate.
He pulled out of her immediately. In seconds he untied the rope from her raised ankle, letting her leg drop. He snatched the vibrator and the small pair of wireless headphones, wiped them quickly, and returned both items to the exact cupboard where he had found them. He grabbed his phone and slipped out of the bedroom without a sound, closing the door most of the way behind him. By the time he reached his own room and slid under the covers beside the deeply sleeping Priya, the front door of the house was already opening.
Rajesh’s footsteps came up the stairs. The bedroom door pushed open fully.
He stopped.
Nisha still stood between the two poles exactly as she had been left—arms locked wide in the metal cuffs, black blindfold still tight across her eyes, completely naked, her cunt glistening and slightly gaping, juices shining on her inner thighs, lips swollen from the earlier face-fucking, saliva still drying on her chin and breasts. Soft, confused breaths left her mouth.
Rajesh rubbed the back of his neck and gave an awkward, apologetic smile even though she could not see it.
“Sorry, Nisha… it’s been late. I am sorry. Traffic was terrible after the office emergency. I came as fast as I could.”
Nisha’s entire body went rigid. Under the black cloth her eyes flew wide open. Her mouth parted in pure shock.
“What… Rajesh…??? You came just now??”
“Yes, just now I came. It’s delayed due to traffic. I am sorry, yaar. You must be so uncomfortable standing like this all this time.”
Her mind reeled. The last hour—every lick, every finger, every thick thrust, every forced orgasm, every time she had moaned his name while a cock that felt bigger and longer than usual filled her—had not been him. Someone else had been in the room. Someone else had stood on the chair and fucked her mouth. Someone else had stretched her cunt with a cock that made her feel completely full.
She opened her mouth to speak, to demand answers, to tell him everything.
“But… Rajesh… I… someone…”
The words caught in her throat. Panic and confusion warred inside her. If she told him now, how would she explain that she had moaned so loudly, come so hard, sucked so eagerly, without once realizing it was not her husband? The shame of it slammed into her. She swallowed the truth.
“Please… remove my blindfold and… untie my hands,” she managed, voice shaking.
Rajesh stepped forward quickly, unlocking the cuffs one after the other. Her arms dropped heavily to her sides, shoulders aching. He carefully untied the black cloth. The moment the blindfold fell away, Nisha blinked against the soft bedroom light. Her eyes were wide, pupils still dilated from pleasure and shock. Her face was flushed, lips swollen, a faint sheen of dried saliva still visible on her chin.
Rajesh looked at her with mild concern mixed with lingering arousal at the erotic picture she still made.
“You okay? You look… really worked up. Did the waiting make you that needy?”
Nisha forced a shaky breath. “Just… untie everything. I need to… freshen up.”
He helped her step away from the poles. The moment she was free she moved quickly to the wardrobe, pulled out a simple nightgown, and slipped it on with trembling hands, covering her still-sensitive, marked body. Without another word she grabbed her phone from the side table and walked out of the bedroom.
Her heart hammered as she crossed the short corridor and gently pushed open the door to Raghu and Priya’s room. The bedside lamp was off. In the dim light from the hallway she could see both of them under the covers. Priya lay on her side, breathing in the deep, even rhythm of true sleep. Raghu lay on his back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling slowly, one arm dbangd loosely across his stomach. His phone was nowhere in sight. The room smelled only of normal sleep and the faint detergent of clean sheets. No sign of recent activity. No damp clothes. No evidence.
Nisha stood in the window hole for a long moment, staring at the apparently sleeping couple. Frustration and a cold, creeping dread settled deep in her stomach. Someone had spent nearly an hour playing with her bound, blindfolded body—licking her, fingering her, fucking her mouth, stretching her cunt with a cock thicker and longer than her husband’s, making her come again and again while she moaned Rajesh’s name. And now both possible suspects looked completely innocent and deeply asleep.
She closed the door quietly and walked back to her own room, mind racing, body still throbbing with the aftershocks of everything that had been done to her. Rajesh was already half-undressed, smiling at her with residual heat.
“Come to bed. I’ll make it up to you for being so late.”
Nisha sat on the edge of the mattress, still feeling the phantom stretch of that unfamiliar thickness inside her, still tasting the memory of the cock that had fucked her throat, still hearing the wet sounds of her own moans from the last hour. She forced a small, tight smile.
“Just… give me a minute.”
Inside, the question burned hotter than any of the orgasms she had just experienced:
If Rajesh only came home now… then who the hell had been using her all this time?

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If u r reading just for sex then this story is a treat but as a story i feel, good opportunity lost...

Reason:

1.Every security officer hate to be bound and handcuffed... They feel it bad... How come chithra accepted it?

2. Already minister had fucked her, she had not got fucked during her mission in island but did some sexy things... A real wife try her best to cover up her slutty character rather than showing it her hubby. But nisha letting her husband voluntarily do all this

3.a wife who lived with her husband for such a long time wont know his sex ste and touch???

4.then if raghu was sincere to his wife, will he touch other woman

5.if nisha is such a weak woman, how she become security officer???

Overall this story had enough caliber to be called A GOOD STORY but i feel good opportunity lost.. HEREAFTER EVEN IF NISHA IS GANGBANGED, WE WONT FEEL ANYTHING BECAUSE SHE WAS ALREADY FUCKED BY HUSBAND MINISTER RAGHU ETC

Hello thanks for your feed back... 

1 though she is a security officer but she is wife to husband.. She also want to give her husband some pleasure as husband asked.

2) It's a sex game between hubby and wife. Both mutual understand and doing as exhibitionism before hubby. Not before others.

3)In between she came to know that doubt as I mention, but she thought today the played a different sex. So she thought due to more excitement.

4) when Raghu touch other woman.. It's generally touch Priya first day but nothing did.

5)She is not a weak woman. If she weak how she can rescue operation and did secure Vidya.. Though she is security officer she is a woman also...

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If u r reading just for sex then this story is a treat but as a story i feel, good opportunity lost...

Reason:

1.Every security officer hate to be bound and handcuffed... They feel it bad... How come chithra accepted it?

2. Already minister had fucked her, she had not got fucked during her mission in island but did some sexy things... A real wife try her best to cover up her slutty character rather than showing it her hubby. But nisha letting her husband voluntarily do all this

3.a wife who lived with her husband for such a long time wont know his sex ste and touch???

4.then if raghu was sincere to his wife, will he touch other woman

5.if nisha is such a weak woman, how she become security officer???

Overall this story had enough caliber to be called A GOOD STORY but i feel good opportunity lost.. HEREAFTER EVEN IF NISHA IS GANGBANGED, WE WONT FEEL ANYTHING BECAUSE SHE WAS ALREADY FUCKED BY HUSBAND MINISTER RAGHU ETC

Thankyou so much to your remarks.. And thanks for suggestions to change some plot... 

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Reply to point 1 and 2:


1. As a security officer she will have an attitude... She is not a prostitute... Also in chapter 1
U clearly explained, her only focus was job and nothing else... So woman like tat wont tie her hand and do sex.. Tat too a security officerwoman... A profession where handcuffing criminals considered destroying their dignity and caging them, ro u think she will do same even if it is her husband... Tat too she slept with minister for her husband... She will always have tat feel in mind... I dnt think she will give up dignity...

Reply to point 3:

Yes you are right... In between she said it... But she is a security officer..come on..... Do u think, that reaction was enough to justify her doubt... Also she would have had sex multiple times with her husband... His hand touch, kiss, breath....all tat she will be soo familiar to... Do u think she cant recogonize it?? Unless she was prostitute, i dnt think this will happen... 

Reply to point 4:

Raghu wife was r_p_d in front of him... How come u expect him to do the same... I mean fucking a woman without her consent... Raghu character lost credibility

Main point:

Reply to point 5:

security officerwoman will be strong mentally and physically... They will have more strong and reluctant as they will feel a fright of being woman... They will be conscious... Even to their husband, they wont go to bathroom in front of their husband.... Tat ego will be too much for them... 

Nisha showed she was unfit to be a polocewoman the day she slept with her husband....

So according to me i feel this is weak writting

OK Thankyou friend to remind me.. 

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..sure next update  I will make corrections.. And next update I will write more cautious....


But you know 4th point Raghu changed.. As he thought that due to her negligence priya banged and he met with an accident.. Now Raghu also wants destroy of Nisha... You didn't read previous part I think about related Raghu when she went island..


And now both wife and husband will help enemies to capture Nisha and brought back to return for making her what's real don and goons.. 

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Nisha sat on the edge of the bed, the nightgown still loose around her shoulders, her wrists faintly marked from the metal cuffs. The soft bedroom light felt too bright. Rajesh stood a few feet away, already pulling off his shirt, the apology already forming on his face before she even spoke. The words that left her mouth were sharp, tired, and full of the frustration that had been building since the moment the blindfold came off.
“Why, Rajesh? Why did you tell me only five minutes? I asked you again and again to remove the cuffs, to take the blindfold off. I told you my arms were hurting. But what did you do? After forty minutes you came. Forty minutes, Rajesh. I stood in the same position the whole time—blindfolded, hands locked above my head, completely exposed. Do you even understand what that feels like? Standing there, waiting, not knowing when you would come back?”
Rajesh’s face fell. He stepped closer, hands raised in a placating gesture.
“Sorry… I’m really sorry. I went to the office to hand over the file. Everything was fine, but on the way back my tire punctured. I had to change it to the spare myself in the dark. It took time. The delay was about thirty-five minutes. I am extremely sorry, Nisha. I made you stand for so long. I never meant for it to happen. I will never do it again. I promise.”
She looked at him for a long moment. The anger was still there, hot and real, but underneath it something colder and heavier sat in her chest. She could not tell him the truth. She could not say that the forty minutes had not been empty waiting. She could not describe the mouth that had licked her, the fingers that had stretched her, the thick cock that had filled her throat and then her cunt while she moaned his name over and over. The shame of it locked the real words behind her teeth.
“Okay,” she said at last, the single word flat. “But my hands still hurt. The cuffs were tight. My shoulders are aching.”
“I’m sorry, Nisha. Truly. Let me massage them. Please.”
He reached for her, but she turned away slightly, lying down on her side of the bed with her back to him. He switched off the light and settled beside her. Within minutes his breathing evened into the steady rhythm of sleep. Nisha stayed awake, eyes open in the dark, staring at the faint outline of the poles still standing near the dressing table.
The moment the room was quiet, the tears came.
They did not come in loud sobs. They came silently at first, sliding down her temples and into her hair. Then the crying deepened, shaking her shoulders, forcing her to press her face into the pillow so the sound would not wake him. The questions circled endlessly in her mind.
How am I a woman who cannot recognise her own husband?
She had known Rajesh’s touch for years. She knew the shape of his hands, the rhythm of his breathing, the exact thickness and length of his cock. Yet for nearly an hour she had opened her mouth for a stranger, had spread her legs for a stranger, had come hard and loud for a stranger—while calling Rajesh’s name the entire time. The memory of her own moans made her stomach twist with fresh guilt. She remembered the wet sound of her own juices, the way her body had arched and begged for more, the way she had sucked so eagerly, the way she had clenched and flooded around a cock that felt bigger and longer than the one she was used to. She had told herself it was only excitement. She had been wrong.
I moaned like a slut for someone who is not my husband.
The thought burned. She cried harder, the pillow growing damp under her cheek. She remembered the moment the vibrator had been pushed inside her, the high speed that had forced the screaming orgasm out of her, the way she had thrashed against the cuffs and the rope while calling for Rajesh. She remembered the tongue on her ass, the fingers stretching her, the thick cock fucking her mouth until saliva ran down her chin and onto her breasts. Every detail replayed in the dark, and each one carried the same crushing realisation: she had not known. She had not stopped it. She had enjoyed it.
What kind of woman does that?
The guilt sat heavy on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She pressed both hands over her mouth to keep the sobs quiet. Rajesh slept on, unaware. The hours crawled past. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the blindfold, felt the cuffs, heard her own broken voice moaning a name that had not belonged to the man touching her. She cried until her eyes burned and her head ached. Sleep came only in the last thin hour before dawn, a shallow, restless half-hour that did nothing to ease the exhaustion or the shame.
Early morning light was just beginning to filter through the curtains when Priya’s voice called from the other side of the door.
“Nisha? Coffee?”
Nisha’s eyes opened. Her head throbbed. Her body still felt used and sensitive in places she did not want to think about. She pushed herself up, pulled the nightgown tighter, and opened the door a few inches. Priya stood there with a small tray, two cups of coffee steaming gently. Her expression was polite, slightly cautious.
Nisha’s voice came out rough, edged with the sleepless night and the anger that had nowhere else to go.
“What, Priya? Why are you disturbing so early?”
Priya blinked, surprised by the tone. “I just… brought coffee. I thought you might want some.”
Nisha exhaled sharply, the lack of sleep and the weight of everything she was hiding making her words sharper than she intended.
“Okay. Keep it there.”
She took the cup without meeting Priya’s eyes. After a second she added, almost as an afterthought and still in the same rough tone, “Thanks.”
Priya nodded once, set the second cup on the small table near the door, and turned to leave. As she walked back down the short corridor, her own thoughts turned quietly. She did not know what had happened in the other bedroom the previous night. She only felt the sudden coldness in Nisha’s voice, the unexplained irritation directed at her for no clear reason. She wondered, not for the first time, why Nisha sometimes looked at her with that tight, distant expression, as if something unspoken sat between them. She had no idea about the hidden camera, the recording, or the hour that had left Nisha broken with guilt. She only registered the attitude and filed it away with a small, confused frown.
Behind the closed door Nisha sat on the edge of the bed again, the untouched coffee cooling in her hands. Rajesh still slept. The marks on her wrists had faded to faint pink lines. The physical evidence was almost gone. The guilt was not. It sat inside her like a second heartbeat, steady and painful, reminding her with every breath of the moans she had given to a man who was not her husband, of the orgasms she had reached while calling the wrong name, of the fact that she had hidden it all and would continue to hide it.
She stared at the floor and felt the tears threaten again. The day had only just begun, and already the weight of the secret felt heavier than the cuffs had the night before....



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Priya stepped out into the narrow balcony that ran along the side of the house, the early morning air still cool against her skin. She closed the door quietly behind her so the sound would not carry back into the rooms. Raghu was already there, leaning against the railing with a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke drifting upward in thin grey lines. He had not slept much either. The phone in his pocket still held the long recording from the night before, locked behind a password only he knew.
Priya folded her arms and spoke in a low, tight voice.
“Nisha is getting angry at me for no reason. This morning when I took her coffee she answered so harshly. ‘What, Priya? Why are you disturbing so early?’ Like I did something wrong just by bringing her a cup. Her tone was completely different. Cold. Almost like she hates the sight of me.”
Raghu took a slow drag and exhaled. He did not look surprised.
“She’s on edge. Something is eating her from inside. That is good for us.”
Priya’s eyes flicked toward the closed windows of the main bedroom. “We can’t stay here like this, Raghu. Every day it feels heavier. She looks at me as if I am dirt under her feet, and now she is snapping for no reason. We can move back to our own house. At least there we won’t have to see her face every morning.”
Raghu turned fully toward her. The cigarette burned down between his fingers, ignored.
“No. We are not leaving.”
“Why? What is the point of staying and swallowing her attitude every day?”
His voice dropped even lower, edged with something hard and cold that had been growing for months.
“We should take revenge on her. Have you forgotten what happened to you because of her? Have you forgotten how they bangd you because of the case she pushed, the names she gave, the way she used us and then walked away clean? I still see the marks that never fully left your mind. And the accident—my accident—happened only because of the overtime and the pressure she created. I almost lost my leg because she wanted one more file closed before the deadline. And now look at her. She is happy. She is getting promotions. She smiles at dinner and talks about becoming Senior Circle Inspector while we are the ones losing sleep, losing peace, and soon maybe losing our jobs if she decides we are no longer useful.”
Priya’s arms tightened around herself. The old memories rose quickly—dark, unwanted, still sharp. She looked away toward the empty street.
“I haven’t forgotten. I live with it every day. But revenge… what can we even do? She is an officer. She has power. If we try anything and it goes wrong, we will be the ones destroyed.”
Raghu stepped closer, his voice steady and certain.
“That is why we stay. We stay until the PA gives the full plan. He already told me he is working on something clean, something that will not come back to us directly. We need to be here, close to her, watching her, learning her routines. The recording I have is only the beginning. She does not know it exists. She does not know how much she revealed while she thought she was safe. We use everything. We do not walk away while she keeps rising and we keep sinking.”
Priya was silent for a long moment. The cigarette smoke drifted between them. Finally she spoke, quieter now.
“You are sure the PA will actually help? Or is he only talking?”
“He will. He hates her for different reasons, but the hate is real. He said he will call within a few days with the next steps. Until then we stay. We smile when we have to. We take her rough words. We wait. Because if we leave now, she wins again. She gets the promotion, she forgets us, and everything she caused is buried. I will not let that happen.”
Priya exhaled slowly, the fight draining out of her shoulders. She still looked unhappy, still afraid of what revenge might cost, but she nodded once.
“All right. We stay. But if this plan starts to look too dangerous, we stop. I will not lose what little we have left.”
Raghu crushed the cigarette under his heel and looked back toward the house.
“It will not come to that. She took enough from us. Now it is our turn to take something from her. We wait for the PA. Until then, we remain exactly where we are.”
They stood in silence for another minute, the morning light growing stronger around them. Inside the house Nisha still sat with her untouched coffee, carrying a guilt she could not name out loud. Outside, the two people she had just spoken to harshly were already deciding that her rising career and her private shame would both become weapons in a revenge they had no intention of abandoning.