Misc. Erotica Respect and Revenge

[Deepak.kapoor]

Respect and Revenge

"Respect and Revenge" marks the powerful and emotionally charged beginning of a story that is part of the 'Innocent Beauty' series. This tale highlights the intense conflict between love and vengeance.

The lives of Meera, Sartaj, and their daughter Jyoti are depicted as happy and peaceful, where everything is going smoothly. However, hiding behind this happiness is Sher—Shankar's brother—who is burning in the fire of revenge and intends to shatter this peaceful life.

On one side, the story features the tranquility of Meera and Sartaj's new life, while on the other, it shows Sher's schemes and malicious intentions. He seeks to reclaim his brother's past power and status, which heightens the sense of fear and tension throughout the narrative. It appears that the shadows of the past are now returning to destabilize their lives once again.

Themes of love, courage, and the battle between good and evil come clearly to the forefront in this story. Sartaj, an honest security officer officer, and Meera, a wise and strong woman, must now face an enemy who is quietly trying to ensnare them in his plot for revenge.

This story promises to be an emotional journey filled with excitement, challenges, and an all-out struggle to protect loved ones.

This is Fourth book in series but you can read it stand alone too . You will come to know about characters as series Progresses .

[Deepak.kapoor]

Joyous Announcement

Sartaj Singh had always tried to maintain a balance between his job and family life, but the reality of his responsibilities was making it constantly difficult. With every promotion, new responsibilities came upon him that drew his complete attention.

Often, Sartaj had to leave home suddenly. Even last night, he had returned from an undercover operation that had kept him away from his family for almost ten days.

Sartaj: (Approaching Meera, looking into her tired yet beautiful eyes) "I know what you must be thinking, Meera. Ten days... and not a single word. When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a failed husband."

Meera: (Sitting up straight, leaving the support of her pillow, her voice a mixture of complaint and relief) "Waiting has become a habit for me, Sartaj. But do you even have any idea how much noise the silence makes? When you close that door from the outside, it feels as if you have taken all the joy, all the peace of this house, and put it in your pocket."

Sartaj: (Walking over with slow steps and sitting beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder) "Duty is very strict, Meera. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't tell you where I was. Every moment, in every shadow, the worry of your and Jyoti's safety troubled me. My uniform is my duty, but you... you are my soul."

Meera understood the nature of his work, but that did not lessen the pain of his absence. When Sartaj was far away, she found happiness in her daughter Jyoti.

Meera: (Placing her hand over his hand, the lines on her forehead softening slightly) "In this war between duty and love, it is the home that gets crushed, isn't it? Jyoti cried herself to sleep last night. She was asking if Papa had gone again to catch some 'big monster'?"

Sartaj: (Taking Meera into the circle of his arms) "Yes, I had gone. And I might have to go again tomorrow. But right now, I am only your Sartaj. You are my greatest strength, Meera, and to be honest, my greatest weakness as well."

Meera: (Resting her head on his chest, in a soft voice) "Just keep returning. Not defeated, even if tired... but just keep returning to me."

Sartaj knew how much pressure his absence put on the family, so whenever he was at home, he made every effort to make up for the lost time. 

As soon as he returned, he would put his work aside and lose himself completely in Meera and Jyoti's world.

Sartaj: (Lifting Jyoti in his arms and laughing) "Now Papa is back! Now no work! The next few days are only for our little Sardarni, and for my queen."

The morning sunlight was filtering through the small bathroom ventilator when Meera stood there. Her heart was beating fast, and she was staring at the pregnancy strip in her hand.

As the second pink line appeared, a playful and infinitely satisfying smile bloomed on her dry lips. She delicate pressed that strip against her chest, as if it were a precious piece of jewelry.

She tiptoed toward the living room. Sartaj was buttoning up his uniform shirt while taking a sip of tea. His complete focus was on his work, but the radiance on Meera's face today was giving testimony to something else altogether.

Meera: (Going up to Sartaj, quietly holding his hand without saying anything)

Sartaj: (Looking at Meera in surprise, placing the tea cup on the table) "Hey? What's the matter, Meera? Why so quiet today? Is everything all right? You seem a little troubled."

Meera: (Smiling, looking deeply into his eyes, placing Sartaj's hand on her stomach—right below the navel, where a tiny life was taking shape) "I'm not troubled, Sartaj... it's just that words are not coming to me today."

Sartaj: (With a slight confusion on his forehead, reading Meera's face) "Why have you suddenly become so quiet? And what is this in your hand?"

Meera gently placed the strip onto Sartaj's palms.

Sartaj: (Innocently turning the strip over, looking at it closely) "This... what is this, Meera? Is it some medicine? Are you not feeling well? Tell me, should we go to the doctor?"

Meera: (Bursting into laughter, a moisture of happiness in her laugh) "Oh my innocent Sardar Ji! This is not medicine, this is the key to our happiness. Look closely... it has two pink lines."

Sartaj's gaze froze on the strip. In the very next moment, as if lightning struck, things became clear in his mind. His eyes widened, and a smile appeared on his face that he had never felt until today.

Sartaj: (Getting up from the chair in a hurry, his voice trembling with excitement and surprise) "Meera... r-really? Does this mean what I think it means? A baby is coming to our house? You are going to become a mother?"

Meera: (Could only nod her head, tears of joy flowing from her eyes)

Sartaj: (Pulling her tightly into the circle of his arms) "Oh Meera! This... this is a miracle. I am the luckiest person in the world. You have made me complete."

Meera nodded her head, her eyes shining with happiness and tears. She could not speak anything.

Sartaj: (Kissing Meera's forehead, softly whispered) "My love... my biggest gift. I am the happiest man in the world!"

Hand in hand, both went to that corner of the house where the flame was burning in front of the picture of Guru Gobind Singh Ji. The atmosphere of the house suddenly became sacred like a Gurudwara.

Sartaj: (Both bowed their heads with reverence and whispered in unison)

In unison, the recitation of gratitude came from their lips:

"ਲਖ ਖੁਸੀਆ ਪਾਤਿਸਾਹੀਆ ਜੇ ਸਤਿਗੁਰੁ ਨਦਰਿ ਕਰੇਇ ॥"
(Meaning: If the True Guru bestows His Glance of Grace, hundreds of thousands of princely pleasures are obtained.)

"Hundreds of thousands of princely pleasures are enjoyed if the True Guru bestows His Glance of Grace."

Meera: (With folded hands) "Waheguru, just protect this little life. Make them a good human being."

After the pregnancy was confirmed by the doctor, Meera and Sartaj decided to share this good news with their loved ones. They gathered everyone in the living room.

Sartaj kissed the cheek of little Jyoti sitting in his lap.

Sartaj: (In a voice full of excitement) "Listen everybody! Today there is a very big good news. Jyoti child, now someone is coming to share all your mischiefs. You are very soon going to become a big sister!"

Jyoti: (Clapping her little palms with surprise and joy) "Really Papa? Will the little baby play with my dolls? I will give them all my chocolates!"

Riya, her parents were also extremely thrilled to hear this news. The house soon filled with laughter, hugs, and words full of blessings for the new life growing in Meera's womb. However, the gender of the baby remained a secret.

After this, they turned toward their loyal domestic helper and driver, Chandan. Sartaj announced warmly, "Chandan Bhaiya, another member is coming into our family." Chandan's face bloomed with a wide smile, and he congratulated them from his heart.

Far away from those joys of the living room, outside in the dark, a completely different conspiracy was brewing. Shankar's brother 'Sher' had managed to win Chandan's trust over the past several months.

Over time, he had formed a friendship with Chandan, who considered Sher to be an honest family man and driver just like himself. Sher showed himself to be trustworthy and hardworking, and gradually won Chandan's confidence.

They had no idea that Sher's intentions were not noble. His eyes were on the family, and with every passing day he was coming closer to them, while hiding his true intentions behind the mask of friendship and honesty.

Chandan came near Sher holding a cup of tea. His face was shining with his master's happiness.

Chandan: (Happy) "Arre Sher Bhai! Today something amazing happened. Our little master is coming! Memsaab is pregnant, now the house will echo with baby giggles again."

Sher: (With a fake smile, hiding hatred in his eyes) "Arre wah Chandan Bhaiya! This is very good news you have shared. Sartaj Saab turned out to be extremely lucky."

Chandan: (Smiling) "Yes brother! Saab is very soft-hearted. I am thinking that just like the daughter, I will drive the little master around in my car too."

Sher: (Carrying bitterness inside, softly) "Surely... surely."

Sher was waiting for the right time, carefully making his way into the lives of Meera, Sartaj, and the people around them. The next step in his plan was a calculated and ruthless move.

Through a carefully staged "accident," Sher orchestrated an incident in which Chandan's legs were broken, ensuring that the trusted domestic helper would be out of work for a long period.

As soon as they received the news, Meera and Sartaj immediately reached the hospital. Chandan lay exhausted in a private room.

Meera: (Softness and worry in her voice) "Oh Chandan Ji! What happened? You should have been careful!"

Meera gently sat on the edge of the bed and took Chandan's hand in her hands.

Meera: "Please get well soon, we are all praying for you. Without you, the house will feel completely empty."

Chandan tried to smile in weakness. "Bhabhi Ji... don't worry. Just... I am very worried about you both."

Sartaj, who was standing slightly apart in the room, now came closer.

Sartaj: (A little tense) "Chandan, we are worried about you. Now you focus on getting well quickly. But... to be honest, I am in a big difficulty."

Chandan looked at Sartaj with inquiring eyes.

Sartaj: "Responsibilities at home have suddenly increased a lot. Especially in Meera's condition... she is pregnant, needs complete rest. And you know the pressure of my duty, it's constantly increasing. Now without you, how will we manage all the housework?"

Meera: (Looking toward Sartaj) "Sartaj! He is resting right now. Why are you talking like this?"

Chandan was lying on the hospital bed tired and helpless. Fatigue and weakness were clearly visible on his face. Sartaj pulled a chair and sat close to him.

Sartaj: "Chandan, you strictly need rest, but my mind is troubled. I have seen how you manage the house. Now until you recover completely, we need someone to handle things behind us."


Chandan slowly turned his side, his voice was weak.

Chandan: "Saab… everything will be fine. Just… don't worry about the housework."

Sartaj leaned forward a little to put across his point.

Sartaj: "I cannot keep an stranger. Do you know someone of your acquaintance whom we can trust blindly? Just for a few weeks, until you return home."

Chandan's eyes lit up, as if he remembered the exact right name.

Chandan: "Sartaj Saab, there is one name—Sher. He is my old friend, almost like a brother. I guarantee his character. He is hardworking, his hand in work is very clean, and you won't find a more trustworthy man than him."

The crease on Sartaj's forehead relaxed a bit.

Chandan: "Yes, Saab. Trust me. If he is in your house, you can rest assured."

Sartaj pursed his lips. Being a security officer officer, his first instinct was to strictly check every new face, do a strict background verification. But this was Chandan—his most trusted man—who was giving bail lying from his bed.

Sartaj: (Pausing briefly) "Okay. Temporarily he will handle the work. You just recover quickly and come back."

Chandan nodded his head with gratitude. He took a sigh of relief that he was of use to his friend, without knowing what kind of fatal storm this "trust" of his was about to bring into Sartaj and Meera's life.

Sher's entry into their house was smooth and easy, just as he had expected. Disguised as an honest and reliable helper, he now had direct access to the family and the home.

The trap had been laid, and Sher was ready to play his role, waiting for the right time, while the family remained unaware of the storm brewing among them.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera in my Mind

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Please leave your comments, likes, and ratings on the story.. I am translating this story into English, as a few of my fans have requested it.

[Hotgiri]

Nice update Sirji, one request please add gif in para in each sex act instead of adding it at end, this will give realness to readers and increase reader count

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Sher's Lust-Filled Obsession

At first glance, Sher's personality seemed like that of an ordinary, hardworking Indian householder—a man whose complexion had turned dark from working in the harsh sun.

His height was 5'9" inches, which gave him a strong and commanding stature. Age around 40 years. His eyes were deep and black. 


When Sher stepped across the threshold of Sartaj Singh's home for the first time, with revenge on his mind. He thought, he would just look at Sartaj's wife Meera, search for her weaknesses, and then fulfill Shankar Bhai's incomplete promise. But as soon as his gaze fell on Meera, everything changed.


Shankar Bhai had told tales of Meera's beauty—her silky skin, her shapely body, those eyes that could enchant anyone. But reality was far more flaming than that. Meera was in the third month of her pregnancy, and her body now looked fuller than before—a beauty that could ignite fire in any man's veins.


Meera was standing right in the middle of the living room. Her height 5'6" inches. Her face was fair and glowing, lips pink and full, eyes large and expressive.


She wore a dark blue silk saree, wrapped around her body as if someone had measured every curve of hers before stitching it. She had tied saree low on her thin but now slightly fuller waist, from which the deep pit of her navel peeped out lightly. That mild bulge of the belly—due to pregnancy—was making her even more attractive, like a ripe fruit waiting to be touched.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: (Scanning her from top to bottom, swallowing his dry spit) 'Oh God... what am i seeing? Shankar Bhai had rightly said that this isn't a woman, but an actual apsara. she is a flame of fire! what a waist... navel... as if someone carved it out of butter. And this bulge... uff! Feel like grabbing her right now, sucking her, biting her.'


Meera’s body was pure perfection—toned and firm, yet possessing a velvety softness that made her irresistibly tempting.


Her breasts were now fuller than before, imprisoned in the blouse but desperate to burst out at any moment. Hips round and shapely, which swayed in an intoxicating rhythm while walking. Her thighs soft, like layers of silk. The entire body was like a voluptuous statue.



Meera: (Her voice dripping with sweet authority) "So, your name is Sher? Chandan spoke so highly of you. I trust you'll handle the responsibilities of this house well."


Sher: (With lowered eyes, but looking sideways to stare at her breasts peeking through her pallu) "Yes Memsaab... I am just a humble servant. Serving you is our destiny." 

but there was turmoil in his mind—he was imagining how he would clasp Meera in his arms, kiss her lips, claw at her body.


Sartaj: (Seriously) "Look Sher, Chandan is my old companion. Until he gets well, the management of this house is in your hands. You can see Meera's condition, she shouldn't lack anything. Take care of Jyoti and manage all the household work."


Meera: (Smiling) "Sher, you just take care of the kitchen and market. The rest of the heavy work I will gradually manage, but yes, taking care of Jyoti comes first."


Sher bowed his head with humility, but inside his mind was a storm.


Sher is actually Shankar's stepbrother. Same Shankar who had turned the lives of Meera and her sister-in-law Riya into hell through blackmail. At that time, Meera was married to Riya's brother Aarav.


Fed up with Shankar's threats and humiliation, Meera had sought help from her old college companion Sartaj. Sartaj not only put an end to Shankar but also safely rescued Meera from that quagmire.


When Sartaj finished Shankar, he had also burnt to ashes all those pieces of evidence, photographs, and memories that Shankar used for blackmailing. Sartaj felt that he had uprooted every thorn of Meera's past. But he forgot that thorn named 'Sher'.


It was for this very reason that a dark fire burned in Sher's heart—a bitter rage for revenge against Sartaj, and a raw, violent hunger to possess Meera completely.


Shankar had made a dark promise to Sher—once he had satiated his filthy lust on Meera’s body, he would hand her over for Sher to take. Shankar was gone now, but Sher had infiltrated Sartaj’s house, driven by a raw hunger to claim that promised flesh for himself.


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As Meera went out of the room, Sher stood there staring at her leaving. Old memories refreshed in his mind.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: (Grinding his teeth) 'Sartaj Singh... you killed my brother and thought you won? Today, that woman whose honor you boast of protecting in your uniform was my brother’s property. Shankar Bhai had promised that once he was done playing with her, she would be mine. You killed him, but I still cradle that promise close to my heart. Meera... this lush, filled-out body of yours, these heavy, swollen breasts, these swaying hips—they are all mine by right. I will ravish you slowly, agonizingly, savoring every bit of warmth between your thighs, and strip away your joy right before Sartaj’s eyes. You are nothing but a toy—my toy.'



He looked at his palms, which were craving to touch Meera's silky body. He imagined how he would plunge his fingers into Meera's navel, squeeze and press her breasts, and bite while kissing her lips. His breaths quickened, and the tension below became unbearable.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: (Standing in a dark corner, looking at Meera from afar) 'Sartaj Singh... you thought you burned everything? Those papers, those photos... all turned to ashes? But how will you douse this fire you ignited in this brain? Those last words of Shankar Bhai still echo in my ears. He had said—"Sher, this woman is fire, one just needs to know how to heat her up." You killed him, but his lust is now running in my veins.'


Sher had now completely secured his place in that house, but the cloak of a loyal servant was now just a pretense. The animal inside him was becoming more unbridled every day.


That filling body of Meera's... had ruined Sher's night's sleep and day too, thoughts of her ran in his veins like blood.


One day Sher was washing utensils in the kitchen when Meera slowly passed by. Sher lowered his head, but scanned everything from her feet to hips with a sideways glance.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: (Watching her swaying walk, licking his lips with his tongue) 'Oh God... what a bomb this Memsaab has become. Earlier she was just a woman, now she is a burning fire. Body filled with flesh, like a ripe fruit about to break from the branch. These hips... uff, so round—that bounce, that rhythm while walking... feel like grabbing from behind, pressing, and pressing against my waist.'


Meera stopped and bent down to pick up a utensil. Sher's breath hitched. From the neckline of the blouse, the deep cleavage of her breasts was peeking—heavy, round bulges that were swollen from pregnancy. They seemed ready to tear open the blouse and come out at any moment.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Especially her... uff! These bursting bulges! When she walks, they also swing along... in an intoxicating rhythm. Feels as if ripe fruits... just waiting to be touched.'


Meera: (Casually) "Sher, did you feed milk to Jyoti?"


Sher: "Yes, Memsaab. Little princess drank milk to her fill and is sleeping soundly. You should not worry,  i am here to manage everything."

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: (Staring intently at her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths) 'Yes, Memsaab! Fed the little girl, but now it’s my turn. These milk-heavy jugs you’re walking around with—it makes me want to pin you down right here and take them. My heart leaps into my throat just watching you! Just a few more days... then this body will be mine to claim. It’s me who’s going to suck the milk from these breasts... and I won’t stop until honey drips from between your thighs.'



Meera looked at Sher standing nearby, gave a slight smile at his humility.


Sher again got busy with his work, but his hands were now trembling, and his eyes were burning.


When she walked fast, their sway under the saree was clearly visible. Sher's hungry eyes saw everything—this wasn't just beauty, this was a ripe fruit. And a ripe fruit... "is plucked only to be tasted."


And those hips of hers... where were they ever this heavy before! Now they bulged out so shamelessly—round, deep, and peeking through the folds of her saree.


"Every curve of her waist... every sway, every twitch... swear to God, it shatters a man’s restraint. This woman has become pure, irresistible sin for me."

The saree clung to her body as if the tailor had stitched it right onto her bare flesh. It highlighted every curve and slope as though inviting the whole world to feast upon her. And whenever she walked, swaying forward, Sher’s entire universe contracted down to the rhythm of those heavy, undulating hips.


That sway... that deliberate, intoxicating, lethal rhythm of her hips.

"I watch her every day... I burn every day... but these eyes simply refuse to look away."

His throat would go dry, his hands clenching into tight fists, as dirty, filthy desires spun out of control in his mind. He had locked every inch of her voluptuous frame into his memory, forever dreaming of pressing against her and feeling her heat.

"Just once... if only that body would uncover itself right before my eyes..."


At night, that exact image haunted him relentlessly—her soft, sprawling flesh pressed tightly against his, surrendering completely to his embrace.

Even her fragrance had changed. Earthy. Intoxicating. Very strong.

When she passed nearby, he would inhale her fragrance into his breaths on the pretense of holding a tray, opening a door, or adjusting a curtain. But deep inside, the dam of his patience was now beginning to break.

"Just let a hand touch once... or stop near that bulge... then there will be no difference left between reality and thought."

He had now crossed all limits. And he knew this himself as well.

Due to her condition, Meera was often so engrossed in her discomforts that she didn't realize Sher's fixed gaze. He would stare at her when she wasn't looking, his eyes measuring every curve of Meera's body.

Her breasts, her hips, and that slight bulge of her belly... all these together were further fueling a passion inside him. But in the eyes of the world, Sher was still wearing the mask of a loyal and honest servant, neatly hiding his true intentions and lust.


Now Sher was beginning to understand why his brother, Shankar, was so crazy after Meera. Shankar had left more than just stories... he had also sent Sher some old photos of Meera. Among them were photos of her wrapped in a saree, in which she looked no less than an apsara.


But Shankar had managed to get another photo from somewhere, a photo in which she was just in her Bra and panties. Sher had kept those photos safely, and now every night in his room attached to the bungalow, he would keep staring at them.


One quiet evening, in the living area, Meera was kneeling near a low chest, sorting through a pile of clothes. Nearby, Sher was mopping the floor, while his eyes were  on Meera's every move.


She bent forward with carelessness and to pull out a bedsheet kept deep inside the chest.


And in just one moment...


Sher's breaths got stuck in his throat. Meera's pallu slipped, and the inner part of her blouse was exposed naked before his eyes.


Her breasts—filled, swollen—suddenly came into full view.


Sher [Internal Call]: 'Oh... Lord... is this not a dream! Is this not a dream!'


Sher froze right where he was, the mop in his hand went loose. His eyes remained wide open. His breath got stuck in his throat, and his heart started hammering in his chest like a sledgehammer.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'So beautiful... so filled... so real... far beyond even my dirty thoughts!'


They were right in front. Swollen due to pregnancy. Filled with pride. Hanging downward with that slow, painful attraction that drove him crazy.


But the real destruction was those nipples... those two bulges that had been freed from the captivity of her blouse. Dark crimson in color, as if wild berries had ripened. Firm... swollen... there was a tension on the tip, seeing which the tongue itself would go dry. And their slight downward tilt... that wasn't a tilt, that was an invitation. A silent call.


Their voice started echoing in Sher's mind.


Sher [Internal Dialogue]: 'They are calling... come... come and touch me... fill their weight in your palms... taste these firm buds with your lips...'


The thread of his mental balance snapped and broke.

Sher [Internal Scream]: 'This isn't a sight... this is a forest fire! This was a fire that wasn't outside, but burning inside me!'


Sher's mouth remained agape with astonishment and lust... he tried to swallow his spit. Breath seemed frozen in his lungs.


Meera pulled out the bedsheet and stood up while adjusting her pallu. She turned towards Sher, her posture completely calm and natural.


Meera: (Standing up, calmly) "Sher, what happened? Why did the mopping stop?"


It took Sher a moment to answer. His breathing was still fast, and the burning mark of that sight remained in his eyes.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Yes! The mopping stopped, because hands are desperate to do something else!'


A strange tingling started in his palms, such a sweet craving that just... just step forward and hold both those filled spheres. Feel their weight, absorb their heat into his fingers, and then slowly rub his thumb over those firm nipples until they stiffen further. He wanted to press that body against his own and taste it.


The handle of the mop was shaking in his hand.


Meera: (Coming closer, getting a little worried) "Are you okay, Sher? Your hands are trembling. You probably need rest."


With her coming closer, Sher's mind flared up. A weak voice screamed in his mind,

"Get away from here! Have you gone crazy! You will be caught!"—but a second, deep and powerful voice whispered:


Sher [Internal Dialogue]: 'What will happen from just touching once... no one will know... just one finger...'


He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think anything. He could only feel his hunger, his lust.


His massive lund craved to tear through the thick fabric of his pants. It was throbbing, aching, and a drop of lust glistened on its tip, which got absorbed into that rough cloth. He was fighting this uncontrollable craving to just take one step forward... just enough so that his fingers could touch that skin...


Meera: (Now worried, looking at him) "You really don't look well. You go and drink some water. I will call someone else."


Meera's gentle touch forced him to pull the brakes. The predator sitting inside him whispered:


Sher [Internal Whisper]: 'Not right now... a hunt is always done at the right time. This fruit is still on the tree... the joy of plucking it is when it falls into your lap on its own.'


Sher took a deep breath so that his face appeared calm.


Sher: (Normalizing) "Yes Memsaab, I am fine. Just... felt a little dizzy. I'll just change the water in the bucket and come."


He turned quickly and almost ran out of that room on the pretense of picking up the bucket, to get away for a while from that storm of lust that had gripped him.


Meera: (To herself, in her mind) 'What happened to Sher suddenly? Why was he looking so lost? He was talking about feeling dizzy, but what was that strange glint in his eyes... as if he was somewhere else even while being here.'


Just then Meera realized that while working, her pallu had slipped completely off her shoulder. Her blue bra and the depth of her bulges were clearly visible. Her heart sank.


Meera: (Flush of embarrassment spread across her face, hurriedly adjusting the pallu back) 'Oh God! Had my pallu fallen... did Sher see it? Is that why he got so flustered? Oh Meera! You should have taken care of your condition. But he is a poor, simple servant, probably ran away, out of shame.'


Inside the room, Meera took a long breath.


Meera: (Convincing herself) 'Maybe he was telling the truth, he must have felt dizzy due to heat and fatigue. Poor simple servant, he takes so much care of me. I shouldn't think such dirty thoughts. He was just helping.'


Meera's life revolved around Sartaj. Sartaj—the man who pulled her out of the darkness, who nurtured every wound of her past, and who gave her the love that Meera had never even thought she would get. Since marriage, every moment of Meera's belonged to Sartaj.


In his touch was that safety which Meera felt after years. In these months of pregnancy, Sartaj's care was even more—he would press her feet at night, bring her tea in the morning, and praise her for every little thing.


Meera felt that her world was now complete—a loving husband, a sweet daughter Jyoti, and now this upcoming new baby.

To Meera, Sher was nothing more than a servant—a reliable, hardworking helper sent by Chandan and welcomed into the house by Sartaj. Whenever her eyes fell upon him, she would offer a simple, harmless smile—the same polite smile she gave to anyone else.


At times, when fatigue crept in or an ache pulsed through her lower back, she would softly ask, "Sher, move this heavy luggage for me," or "Fetch this from the market."

And Sher would obey instantly, without a word of complaint. Meera felt a quiet comfort having a man around who could handle the heavy work so effortlessly.

She would think to herself, 'Poor man, he works so hard. Chandan was right—he is completely trustworthy.'

Late that night, when Sartaj returned home, Meera wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. Sartaj gently placed his palm over her slightly swollen belly, whispered sweet words to the growing life inside, and slowly stroked her waist, asking:

Sartaj: "How was your day, my love?"


Meera: (Smiling, melting into Sartaj’s chest) "Very good. Sher took such great care of Jyoti today. Poor guy works so hard all day long. You made the right choice hiring him."


Sartaj laughed softly and said, "Yes, Chandan told me he’s honest. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of."

Meera pressed a soft, lingering kiss against Sartaj's lips.

Little did Meera know how close she was to shattering the fragile wall of Sher's self-control. To Sher, she was no longer just a distant obsession—she was prey, and he was slowly, relentlessly pulling her into his reach.

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[LovePookie]

very good start

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The Bath Behind the Curtain

Sher had now blended into the household so seamlessly that both Sartaj and Meera had begun to consider him a trustworthy fixture. On the outside, he was the same humble, hardworking servant—waking early to clean the house, running to the market, and helping care for Jyoti.

On the inside, however, his predatory mind was constantly measuring every inch of Meera's flesh. At night, he would quiet his dark urges by staring at those old photographs, but his hunger had flared up so intensely that mere fantasy was no longer enough. He craved the real sight.

He had learned that every morning, right after Sartaj left for duty, Meera took her bath. That was his moment.

In the afternoon, while Meera was taking her afternoon nap, Sher picked up a small chisel and a hammer. With extreme caution, he inspected the wall from the storeroom situated right behind the bathroom. An old wooden cabinet stood there, whose backing wall opened directly into the shower area of Meera's bathroom.

He shifted the cabinet slightly and went to work on a corner of the wall. He struck every blow with calculated precision so no sound would escape into the rest of the house.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Today, fortune shines on me. Sartaj Saab thinks his Memsaab is the queen of a palace, but today I'll see what the treasure beneath that silk saree really looks like. Those breasts... swollen and heavy with milk... those round, fleshy hips... and that place between her thighs... uff, today I'll see it all naked. Shankar Bhai's sacred property will be served right onto the platter of my eyes.'

After nearly an hour of painstaking labor, he carved out a tiny peephole. The hole was completely invisible from the outside because he fitted a small wooden plug in front of it that could be slid away whenever needed.

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Meera was walking from the living area toward the bathroom.

Meera: (Looking at Sher, calmly) "Sher, I am going to take a bath. Please fetch clean towels from the storeroom near the bathroom. I need my bathrobe too."

Sher: (Bowing his head humbly) "Yes, Memsaab."

There was complete turmoil in his mind—this was his chance.

He slipped into the storeroom immediately. Hiding behind the cabinet, he pulled out the wooden plug and pressed his eye against the hole.

Through that hidden peephole, Sher witnessed a heavenly, sight that was entirely forbidden to him.

There stood Meera, completely naked. Under the bright, harsh glare of the bathroom’s white light, her body shone like a polished marble statue. In that radiance, every curve, every voluptuous contour stood out with stark clarity. She was lost deep in her own thoughts, completely unaware of the world and everything around her.

Her saree lay discarded on a small side table. Right beside it rested her silk bra and panties. Beneath it all, she was entirely bare. Taking in this sudden, uninhibited nudity, Sher’s breath seized inside his lungs, his entire focus locking onto the scene before him.

Sher leaned in closer. 

Completely oblivious, Meera stood near the marble tub. Tiny droplets of water slid down her gleaming back like scattered raw diamonds. Then, to secure her bun, she slowly raised her arms, and with that single movement, her breasts... lifted upward. 

They swung completely free, unburdened by any restraint, in all their majestic glory.

Sher [Internal Scream]: 'My God... why did you bring a thirsty man like me to stand before this forbidden well! These breasts... uff, so heavy, so round... like ripe mangoes, just waiting to be touched. And those nipples... dark crimson, standing proud and stiff with the chill and arousal. I want to suck them, bite them, squeeze them—until the milk bleeds out.'

His lips remained parted like dry leaves. 

Her breasts were glistening wet, every curve carved in absolute clarity. And her nipples... dark, deep crimson, standing stiff and proud against the chill and the rising heat.

There was a delicate arch to her waist, and then... then she raised one leg, resting her foot onto the edge of the tub.

Right between her thighs, dripping wet with water and completely hairless and smooth... her bare center was laid open before his eyes. Her lips were soft and slightly plump—pink, glistening wet, like a flower soaked in fresh dew.

Sher’s lund throbbed wildly inside his pants, aching with tension. He began stroking himself frantically, keeping pace with Meera’s every movement.

Sher [Plea]: "Just let me touch it once! For God’s sake, just once... let my hands feel what these eyes have seen! This hot, wet place of yours... let me shove my fingers in, lick it, plunge into it—until you’re squirming and screaming."

Lost in the quiet pleasure of her humming, Meera brought her hands down and began rubbing soap across her full swells.

She was completely unaware that her palms were inadvertently kneading her own flesh, her fingers gently pinching her sensitive nipples between them. Watching this intensely erotic sight, Sher’s throat dried up completely, and a muffled gasp was on the verge of tearing out from his lips.

And then, that white lather of soap slowly began sliding downward... first forming an intoxicating ring around Meera’s deep navel, and from there, dripping straight down... sliding right into the crevice between her thighs.

It felt almost impossible for Sher to tear his eyes away from that secret hole in the wall. 

That version of Meera, the sheer intoxication of her naked body, was fanning a dangerous fire deep within him. But just then, he remembered he hadn't come here empty-handed; he had to deliver the towel and bathrobe to Memsaab.

If he delayed any longer, she might grow suspicious.

He took a deep, heavy breath, struggling to master his overwhelming arousal. Tiptoeing away from the peephole, he moved toward the main bathroom door, the vivid images he had just witnessed still burning inside his head.

Reaching the bathroom door, he called out in a low voice:

Sher: "Meera Madam, where should I leave the towel and bathrobe? I've brought them."

From inside came Meera Madam’s calm voice: "Leave them on the door handle."

Sher said softly, "Alright, Madam."

He stepped forward quietly and carefully hung the towel and bathrobe on the handle of the door.

As soon as he placed the towel, he deliberately stomped his shoe on the floor to make a loud sound, making Meera Madam believe he was walking away.

"Let me just pretend to walk a bit further and come right back!" he muttered under his breath, taking two sneaky steps backward before turning around swiftly to head right back.

Just then, the rush of water ceased. Meera stepped out from the cool water of the bathtub. 

For a brief second, a chilly draft of air made her entire body shiver. She stood there motionless for a moment, completely naked, droplets of bathwater glistening all over her bare flesh. A few stray drops ran down her fair skin, coming to a rest right at the edge of her swollen breasts.

Those droplets of water continued to slide lower, threading through the deep valley between her breasts.

Slowly, Meera walked toward the bathroom door.

Reaching the door, she used her long, soft fingers to crack it open just a tiny sliver—barely enough to glance outside. Her eyes fell on the towel and bathrobe hanging from the hook. Keeping her naked body carefully hidden behind the shadow of the door, she reached her hand out and, without delay, snatched the hanging towel and bathrobe inside, slamming the door shut instantly.

Sher kept his eyes glued to the secret peephole. Holding his breath, he watched every single detail.

Meera Madam turning around like that, completely unaware... was an outright assault on his senses! 

Her firm, glowing buttocks came into view through the hole in the blink of an eye.

Sher's blood rushed to his head, his eyes burning with pure madness.

Those cheeks... They were like two perfect moons ...

"My God! I could just devour them whole! Just look at that sweet, rich piece of flesh! Brother, today my heart is going to burst right out of my chest!"

First, she wrapped the towel around her wet, open hair. Then, moving downward, she gently dried her neck and shoulders. 

Meera carefully lifted a corner of the towel and placed it against her chest. Slowly, with caressing strokes, she began drying her prominent, heavy breasts. Every touch of the towel felt like a lush, soothing sensation to her.

She patted both sides alternately with the towel to absorb the lingering drops. Whenever the cloth grazed her pink nipples, a low, suppressed sigh escaped her lips—it was a completely private moment, charged with quiet passion.

After drying her chest, her hand naturally drifted lower. She began patting her intimate area dry. She let the towel linger there a bit longer, as the skin in that spot held more moisture. She performed this intensely private act without a trace of hesitation.

Every soft friction of the towel stirred a slow, simmering heat within her. As she dried that delicate place, her eyes drifted shut once more, and a soft, faint smile hovered on her lips.

Outside, the eyes glued to the hole belonged to Sher, who was bearing witness to this entire ritual. Watching Meera's completely naked performance, his breath seized in his chest all over again.

Seeing Meera caress her chest with the towel set off a tempest in Sher's mind.

"Oh... if only those were my hands instead of that cloth," he thought, grinding his teeth. "It should be my hands stroking those heavy breasts so gently... giving them that soft, slow touch."

And when Meera began drying her intimate region with the towel, Sher's fantasies ran completely wild.

"Dear Lord! Right now... instead of the towel, it should be my hand... drying that fragile spot, caressing it... feeling that hidden wetness. That smile... shouldn't be for the touch of a cloth, it should be for the touch of my fingers!"

Sher's entire body broke into a drenching sweat. His eyes turned blood-red with lust.

Meera picked up a blue panties. They were so small that they could barely cover her shapely, tight buttocks. It was practically a thin strip of fabric cutting right through her cheeks, making their roundness stand out even more starkly. Slowly, she pulled them up over her smooth thighs.

Next, she put on her blue bra. As she hooked it in place, her heavy, full breasts struggled for freedom inside the tight fabric. The cloth was so snug that the upper swell of her breasts spilled out over the top.

Meera: (Gazing at her changing body in the mirror, a soft blush of embarrassment warming her face as she muttered to herself) "My God... everything has become so small and tight. It feels like these are about to tear open right now. I'll have to buy new sets soon... otherwise, this is going to be impossible to manage."

She studied her reflection in the glass. There was a natural flush on her face—a intoxicating blend of shyness and heightened beauty.

Meera: (Admiring herself in the mirror, running her hand gently over her stomach) "Meera... it's only the start of the third month. The belly is still practically flat, but..."

She turned sideways to look at her backside and then glanced back up at her chest.

Meera: (Smiling, speaking softly to herself) "But these breasts... they've gotten so heavy. And my ass too... sarees don't even fit properly anymore. Sartaj is in for a treat, he's going to love this new look of mine... if only he were home to see it."

She used her fingers to adjust the edges of the bra, sending a mesmerizing, heavy sway through her swollen breasts.

Behind the Wall: 


On the other side of the hole, Sher was losing his mind. His eyes were glued to the peephole like a dying man staring at a well of water. His breathing was so heavy that he feared Meera might hear him.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: (Swallowing his spit, eyes wide with frenzy) 'Holy shit... blue color! Swear to God, Is that a pair of panties or just a piece of string? Damn it, half the treasure is already spilling out for the taking. And uff... that chest! That bra is gasping for breath. Look how that fair flesh is aching to tear right through that blue cloth.'



When Meera admired herself in the mirror and cupped her heavy breasts in her hands to support their weight, Sher's heart leaped into his throat.


Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Lord Almighty! Those hands should have been mine. That blue fabric looks so fucking wild against her fair skin, I feel like breaking down this wall right now. 

Memsaab is saying she needs to buy new ones… Hell, why? These tight clothes are what give the real pleasure! This swell, this curve... Sartaj doesn't deserve this luck!

Let that bastard stay on duty—the real feast is being served right in front of my eyes.'


She slowly turned around before the mirror, taking in her own body. A faint smile touched her lips, as if she were thoroughly satisfied with her shapely frame.


After admiring herself for a few moments, Meera reached for the bathrobe resting nearby. It was silky and snow-white. She picked it up and slid her arms into the sleeves. 

The bathrobe remained open, leaving her undergarments completely exposed. She picked up the belt of the bathrobe and tied a loose knot around her waist.


Sher's Thoughts: "Hey! What did you do! Everything is hidden now! You could have at least left it a little open!"


After slipping on the bathrobe, Meera took a deep breath and began fixing her hair. She was ready to step out of the bathroom.


Meera was humming a soft tune, lost in her own serene world. How could she know that right behind that door, a man had forever trapped her freedom and her innocence in the clutches of his dark lust?


Finally, Sher stumbled back, trembling. His body was on fire. He knew he would never forget this sight until his dying breath—those water-glistening breasts, the innocent peek of those pink buds, and those two flawless, pale moons upon which even God had left no mark.


And he knew this as well—this was only the beginning. This wasn't the end. This hidden game with Meera Madam had only just begun.


Sher hurried across the hallway with heavy, swift strides. He stopped in a pitch-black corner where no one could see him.


He gripped his throbbing lund tightly—a touch heavy with a ruthless oath. He swore under his breath, his eyes gleaming through the darkness.

Sher's Resolve: "I swear on my mother! Next time, these eyes won't just watch. These hands will touch, these lips will taste, and this body... will claim its right! Meera... you belong to Sartaj, but now you will be mine too. I will consume you slowly, tormenting you, listening to your every scream, feeling your every shiver. Shankar Bhai's promise... I will fulfill it."

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Sartaj Singh's Roar

Sartaj Singh stood tall—6 feet 2 inches in height, with a broad chest and the weight of the uniform on his shoulders. An officer of the Indian security officer Service, his entire life had been spent in the fight for justice.

His face was stern, his beard neatly groomed, and his blue turban was worn proudly—the mark of his Sikh heritage. He stood in his home office, phone pressed to his ear, speaking to the officer on the other end. His voice held a cold, unwavering authority that could strike terror into any enemy.

Sartaj: (Into the phone, voice booming like thunder) "Listen... I won't say this twice. Dead or alive, I don't give a damn. How powerful he is, which minister is shielding him—it's all utter garbage. I just want him arrested... or his corpse. Got it?"

There was some hesitation heard from the other side. Sartaj tightened his grip on the receiver, the veins on his arm bulging.

Sartaj: (Raising his voice even further) "I am Sartaj Singh. I am a Sikh. Our faith teaches us never to bow before injustice. If needed, we don't fear laying down our lives. But we do not leave the unjust alive. This is my final word—find him, capture him, or finish him. I want the report by tomorrow morning."

As soon as he slammed the phone down, silence descended upon the room. Sartaj took a deep breath, adjusted his turban, and turned toward the window. Outside, rain lashed against the glass, matching the storm brewing within him.

He knew that the man in question—a high-profile gangster backed by a minister—wouldn't go down easily. But Sartaj Singh had never backed away from a fight. In his life, justice came above all else.

At that exact moment, Sher was quietly eavesdropping on Sartaj's call from another extension in the house. Sartaj had taken the call on the home landline. Sher stood hidden near the room, holding the receiver to his ear, holding his breath. Every word from Sartaj pierced his ears like a poison arrow.

Sher's face went pale. His palms slicked with cold sweat. He knew Sartaj Singh was no ordinary man. This was the same cop who had finished Shankar Bhai—without a shred of fear.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: (Trembling, grinding his teeth) 'Lord Almighty... this Sartaj Singh... he's the real beast. I thought he just played protector to Meera, but he's out here issuing death warrants. If he ever finds out about my hunger... if he gets wind of the peephole, my stares, my plans... I'm a dead man. Dead or alive—he doesn't care. He'll butcher me, and he'll do it with a smile in the name of protecting Meera.'

Sher's heart hammered violently against his ribs. He hung up the receiver and backed away, collapsing against the wall. 

The dark lust still burned inside him—Meera's naked flesh, those heavy breasts, those voluptuous hips, that glistening center—it all whirled madly in his mind. But now, tangled with that raw hunger was an overwhelming, icy terror.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: (Clutching his head) 'Shankar Bhai... you said Meera was pure gold, that I just needed to know how to melt her. But you didn't tell me how fucking lethal the lion guarding the gold really is. Sartaj Singh... if he figures out that I've been devouring his Memsaab with my eyes, with my filthy lust... they won't even find my body.'

He looked down at his swarthy palms—the same hands aching to lay hold of Meera's silky flesh. But now they were shivering. He forced himself up and slipped out of the room.

For Sher, the game had drastically shifted. The lust was still throbbing inside him, but now it was chained to a terrifying dread—the dread of Sartaj Singh.

Sher swore a silent oath to himself: 'I have to hold back for now... Sartaj Singh can't suspect a thing. But Meera... you will be mine. Just a little more patience.'

Yet that cold shiver remained rooted in his core—that booming, ruthless voice of Sartaj Singh echoing endlessly in his ears like a funeral bell: "I am a Sikh... we do not bow before injustice."

Sartaj Steps Out of the House


Sartaj Singh steps out of the office room. His face is still heavy with the seriousness of that phone conversation, but the moment he enters the living room, his eyes fall upon Meera. Meera is wearing a bathrobe—a white silk bathrobe, her hair still wet, with stray droplets dripping down onto her shoulders.

She is holding Jyoti in her arms, a soft smile resting on her lips. 

Sartaj's stern features instantly soften.

Sartaj: (Softening his voice, stepping toward Meera) "Meera... I swear to God, the second I lay eyes on you, all my exhaustion evaporated like smoke. Just finished your bath? This scent of your wet hair... and this radiant glow on your face... you have no idea what a breathtaking sight you are right now."

Meera: (Blushing, tossing her hair back) "Sartaj... you're back? Yes, I finished a short while ago. What happened at the office today? You seem a bit troubled."

Sartaj: (Shaking his head, coming closer to Meera and pressing a soft kiss to Jyoti's cheek) "It's nothing... just a case. But forget all that now. Listen, go get ready. We need to visit Chandan's place. He is still unwell, and I want to check on him personally. And yes... I need to give him some money too. He must be in need of help."

Meera: "Alright, I'll go get ready. Should we take Jyoti along with us?"

Sartaj: (Thinking for a moment) "No, let's leave Jyoti here. The auntie next door will keep an eye on her. You just go get ready quickly. Wear a saree—whichever one you like."

Just then, Sher emerges from the kitchen area, carrying a cup of tea on a tray. He stands quietly, but his eyes lock onto Meera's bathrobe—the silk clinging to her body, slightly damp, revealing the heavy swells beneath. Sher bows his head, but inside his mind, a storm rages.

Sartaj: (Noticing Sher) "Sher... you get ready too. You're coming with us. Chandan is an old friend of yours, isn't he? He'll be glad to see you."

Sher: (Humbly) "Yes, Saab... Chandan Bhai? Yes, sir, he is like a brother to me. I'll be ready. Just let me change my clothes?"

Sartaj: "Yes, hurry up. We'll leave in half an hour. Once Meera gets dressed, all three of us will head out. After visiting Chandan's house, I'll go straight to the office.Meera, you can return home with Sher."

Meera: (Smiling) "Alright, Sartaj. I'll be ready in just ten minutes."

Sartaj: (Taking Meera's hand lovingly) "Good. And yes... I'll come home early this evening. I want to spend some time with you."

Meera: (Her eyes sparkling, blushing softly) "Yes... I'll be waiting for you."
Sartaj places a tender kiss on Meera's forehead, then lifts Jyoti into his arms to play with her. Sher stands by in silence, watching—his eyes burning with a twisted mix of jealousy, fear, and lust.

Sher [Internal Thoughts]: 'Sartaj Saab... you love Meera so damn much, but as for me... I’ve already devoured her with my eyes.'

Meera steps inside. Sartaj stands near the window, looking outside. 

Sher goes into his room, closes the door, and rests his head against the wall—his breath heavy, with Sartaj's booming voice still echoing in his ears. Yet, that sight of Meera in the bathrobe... it remains burned behind his eyelids.

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Meera in bathrobe

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[BadeGANDu]

Promising story. Keep Shers obsessive thoughts a lil less.

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Promising story. Keep Shers obsessive thoughts a lil less.

Thanks For suggestion will try to take care of this future work . this is mere translation of work already completed . if You can read story in Hindi & Hinglish , then you read future parts . Link is in Signature .