[girrich9486]

This is a spy story who solve many cases..... and finally caught by goons....

[Hotgiri]

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[Paty@123]

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[RedDranzar]

Please make her go undercover as call girl , model.

[girrich9486]

This is the story of Nisha. She is a hot female investigator officer. She is successful and strong. Many people in the security officer and intelligence offices respect her. Nisha is thirty-two years old. She has a beautiful face with sharp eyes. Her body is fit and attractive because she trains hard every day. She has long black hair that she often ties back. When she walks into a room, men and women both notice her. But Nisha does not care about looks. She cares about catching criminals.
Nisha has solved many big cases. In one city she went undercover for many months. She collected proofs against a drug group. She caught the main leaders red-handed with bags of drugs and money. The court sent them to jail for long years. In another place near the sea she stopped a big boat full of illegal chemicals. The mafia boss was there that night. Nisha and her team arrested him with clear video and papers. In one more case she found hidden bank accounts and fake companies. She showed photos and documents that proved the boss was guilty. Her bosses always praised her. They said Nisha never fails. She always brings strong proofs. That is why they trust her with hard missions.
One day her high officials called her to a secret meeting. They sat in a closed room with heavy doors. Outside it was raining hard. The officers looked serious. They told Nisha about a new mission. The mission was about a big drug mafia. The mafia was growing strong near the Kerala border. There is a small island there. The island is close to the mainland but hard to reach. Only boats and sometimes helicopters go there. The officials said the mafia must be controlled and destroyed from the roots. Not just the small sellers. The whole system must end. They chose Nisha because of her past success. They gave her a thick file with photos and reports.










The island is special. It is long and low. Mangrove trees and coconut trees cover most of it. There are old buildings from long ago and new houses for workers. At one end there is a big private compound with high walls. Tony lives there. Tony is the big fish of the island. He is the main boss of the drug mafia. He is around forty-eight years old. He has a strong body and a scar near his eye. His eyes look cold and hard. Tony has a lot of power. He has support from people at national level and international level. Some politicians protect him quietly. Some foreign buyers come to meet him. They bring money and take drugs. Tony does many illegal activities. He brings heroin from other countries in boats that run at night. He makes party drugs in hidden labs on the island. He sells cannabis and other things. He also does human trafficking. Young men and women come thinking they will get good jobs. Instead they get trapped. Tony moves weapons and fake money too. He controls the island completely. The local security officer cannot touch him. National officers tried many times. International teams put his name on lists. But nobody has caught him yet. Tony is still free. He is a big question mark for all the officials. They know he is guilty but they have no strong proof that stays in court. His men are careful. His money moves through many hidden paths. His friends in high places warn him early.












Tony is ruthless. If someone works against him, that person disappears. Workers on the island fear him. They do what he says. He smiles sometimes but the smile never reaches his eyes. He plans everything carefully. He sits in his big house and gives orders. Speedboats leave at night with packages. Money comes back in bags. Foreign men visit and leave happy. Tony drinks expensive whiskey and watches everything. No one on the island says his full name out loud when they are angry. They just say “the boss.”
Tony has a brother. The brother’s name is Christopher. People call him Chris. Chris is younger. He is thirty-six years old. He is thinner than Tony. He has a handsome face and a lazy smile. Chris is very different from his brother. Tony is serious and plans every step. Chris delays many things. He does not like hard work. He wakes up late. He spends hours drinking and looking at women. Chris is a full womaniser. He likes women a lot. As per his wish he fucks women. He sees a girl he wants and he takes her. Sometimes the girls work in the bars on the island. Sometimes they are visitors. Sometimes they are girls brought for trafficking. Chris does not care. He fucks them when he wants. After that he sends them away. Some girls leave with a little money and a warning to stay quiet. Some girls never leave the compound. The workers see this and stay silent. Chris laughs about it with his friends. He throws parties that last all night. Music plays loud. Drinks flow. Women come and go. Chris moves from one to another as he likes. He touches them in front of others. He takes them to rooms. In the morning he forgets most of their names.

















Tony allows this because Chris is useful in some ways. Chris makes the clients happy with parties and girls. Chris also has sharp eyes when danger comes. Once or twice Chris warned Tony about security officer before the security officer arrived. So Tony keeps his brother close. The two brothers rule the island together. Tony handles the big business – drugs, weapons, money, foreign deals. Chris handles the fun and the fear among the people. Together they make the island a place where normal law does not work.
Nisha read all this in the file. She looked at the photos of Tony. She looked at the photos of Chris with different women. She understood the danger. The island is not a normal place. It is a closed world. Tony has power that reaches far. Chris uses women as toys. Many officers failed before. But Nisha has never failed. Her officials told her she must go to the island. She must find every secret. She must collect proofs that cannot be broken. She must destroy the mafia from the roots. No small arrests. The whole system of Tony and Chris must end.
They gave Nisha a new name for the mission. She will be called Maya. She will say she is a woman who works with ships and boats. She will say she wants to invest money in tourism and fishing on the island. The story is ready with fake papers and bank records. She will arrive by boat. She will smile and talk politely. She will watch everything. She will listen to workers. She will go to the parties if needed. She will stay close to the compound. Step by step she will map the drug routes, the money paths, the people who protect Tony, and the places where Chris takes the women.
The rain was still falling when Nisha left the meeting room. She carried the file under her arm. She knew the island was waiting. Tony still believed no one could catch him. Chris still believed every woman was for his pleasure. They did not know that a successful hot female investigator officer was coming. Nisha had caught many mafia bosses red-handed before. This time she would do the same. She would control the drug mafia and eradicate it from the roots on that island near the Kerala border.
The island itself is quiet during the day. Birds fly over the mangroves. Fishermen from the mainland stay away. At night the boats move. Lights stay low. In Tony’s compound the guards walk with guns. Inside the big house Tony sits with maps and phones. He talks to people in other countries. He checks the numbers of packages. He counts the money. In another part of the compound Chris walks with a drink in his hand. He looks at the girls who serve drinks. He chooses one. He takes her to a room. He fucks her as he wishes. Later he sends her out. The next night he chooses another.
Workers live in small houses. They plant coconuts and clean the boats. They see the drugs move but they stay quiet. They see the women come and go from Chris’s side. They fear both brothers. Some workers once tried to run away. They never reached the mainland. Stories like that keep everyone in line.
Nisha knows all this from the reports. She also knows that proofs must be strong. Photos alone are not enough. Videos can be questioned. Money trails can be hidden. She must live there long enough to see the real system. She must find the weak points. Maybe a worker who hates them. Maybe a girl who wants revenge on Chris. Maybe a foreign buyer who talks too much. Nisha is patient. She has done this before.












Her past cases made her ready. In the first big case she lived among the drug makers for months. She smiled every day. She collected small pieces of proof until the whole picture was clear. Then she called the raid. The bosses were shocked. They never expected the quiet woman to be the one who trapped them. In the sea case she waited on a dark night. She watched the boat come. She recorded everything. When the mafia boss stepped onto the dock she was already there with the team. He had no escape. In the money case she followed paper after paper until the fake companies led straight to the boss’s house. Each time the officials saw the proofs and smiled. Each time Nisha went home tired but satisfied.
Now the new mission is bigger. The island is harder. Tony is smarter and more protected. Chris is careless with women but careful when his brother needs him. The national and international support around Tony makes every step dangerous. If Nisha makes one mistake, she could disappear like the others. But she does not plan to make mistakes.
The officials told her the goal clearly. Control the drug mafia. Eradicate it from the roots. Leave the island clean. Tony must fall. Christopher must fall. The boats must stop. The labs must close. The trafficking must end. The political friends must lose their cover. That is the full mission.
Nisha packed her things that night. Simple clothes for the island heat. A few tools hidden carefully. The fake identity papers. She looked at herself in the mirror. The same hot face that people notice. The same strong eyes that notice everything back. She was ready.
Far away the island waited under the dark sky. Tony sat in his chair and planned the next shipment. Christopher laughed with a woman in his arms and later sent her away. Neither of them knew that the successful officer who had solved many cases was already preparing to come. Neither of them knew that this time the proofs would be collected from inside their own world.
This is how the story begins. A hot female investigator officer named Nisha. A mission to destroy a drug mafia from the roots. An island near the Kerala border. A ruthless big fish named Tony who no one has caught. His womaniser brother Christopher who fucks women as he wishes and sends them away. All the power, all the fear, all the secrets on that island. And Nisha walking toward it with quiet steps and a clear goal......







Intro::::::::





Nisha was born into a quiet but strong family in a small house on the outskirts of a busy southern city. The house was simple, with white walls, a small courtyard, and the smell of home-cooked food that always filled the air. Her father’s name was Raghav. Her mother’s name was Sangeetha. They had two children. The elder was Nisha. The younger was Santosh. From the outside the family looked ordinary. Inside, it carried deep pride, deep pain, and a fire that never went out.
Raghav was once a brave agent for the nation. He worked in secret operations for many years. He went into dangerous places. He fought against enemies who wanted to harm the country. He crossed borders at night. He collected secret information. He stopped attacks before they happened. His team trusted him. His officers respected him. Raghav was tall and strong in those days. His body was hard from training. His eyes were sharp. He could stay calm even when bullets flew near him. He loved his work because he loved his nation. Every time he left home he kissed his wife and children and promised to return. Most times he did return. But one operation changed everything.
It was a night mission in a remote border area. The details were never fully told to the family because they were secret. What the family knew was this: Raghav and his team had to stop a group of armed men who were moving heavy weapons. There was a sudden ambush. Explosions shook the ground. Gunfire filled the dark. Raghav pushed two of his younger teammates to safety. In that moment a blast hit close to him. The force threw him into the air. When the dust settled, both his legs were gone below the knees. The doctors saved his life, but they could not save his legs. He came home in a wheelchair. The strong agent who once ran through forests and climbed walls now sat in a special chair every day. He stayed home only. He never went back to the field.
At first the pain was heavy in the house. Raghav was quiet for many weeks. He looked at the empty space where his legs used to be. He felt useless. But Sangeetha did not let the darkness stay. Sangeetha was a housewife, yet she had the same bravery as her husband. She was not soft in spirit. She had a steady voice and strong hands. She cooked, cleaned, managed the money, and still found time to sit beside Raghav and hold his hand. She told him again and again, “You gave your legs for the nation. That is not weakness. That is honour. Our children will grow up knowing their father is a hero.” She never cried in front of him. She cried only at night when everyone slept. In the day she smiled and kept the house running. She taught Nisha and Santosh to respect their father even more after the injury. She made sure the wheelchair could move freely in every room. She learned how to help him bathe and dress without making him feel small. Her bravery was quiet but deep. It held the family together.





     




Mom and nisha








Dad




Nisha was the elder child. From small age she was sharp in all studies. She got first rank almost every time. In college tests she finished early and still scored highest. Teachers praised her. Other students looked at her with a mix of respect and envy. She was also first in sports. She ran faster than the boys. She climbed ropes easily. She played kho-kho and athletics and always stood on the top of the winner’s platform. Her body was already strong and flexible even as a young girl. She woke up early, studied, then trained. Her father watched her from his wheelchair and smiled with pride. He told her, “You have my old strength. Use it for good.”
Santosh was the younger one. He was different. He was not first in studies. He was an influencer in his own way even as a teenager. He protested against odd and bad events. If he saw unfairness in college, he spoke up. If a teacher punished a poor student too hard, Santosh stood and said it was wrong. If local goons troubled shopkeepers, he gathered other boys and shouted slogans. His heart was clean. He hated drugs, hate, and bullying. In college the fire in him grew bigger. One day the college saw a big protest against drugs. Some students were getting addicted. Dealers were coming near the gate. Santosh became one of the leaders. He made posters. He spoke into a microphone. He said no student should destroy his future with drugs. The crowd grew. The security officer came to control the crowd.
That day a dangerous goon was also there. The goon was escaping from the security officer because he had a bag of drugs. The cops were charging toward him. In the chaos the goon grabbed Santosh. He pulled the young man close and pressed something hard against his side. He blackmailed in a low voice, “Let me go. Tell the cops to move back. Otherwise I will shoot you right here.” Santosh was scared but he still tried to push the man away. The goon got angry. He dragged Santosh toward the main road where vehicles were moving fast. Then, with full force, he pushed Santosh into the path of a running vehicle. The impact was cruel. Santosh’s body was badly damaged. Bones broke. Blood spread on the road. People screamed. The goon ran and disappeared in the confusion. The security officer caught him later, but the damage was already done.
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Santosh survived, but he was never the same. He needed many operations. He walked with difficulty after that. The bright influencer who protested against bad things became quieter. The family cried for weeks. Raghav sat in his wheelchair and clenched his fists. He felt the old pain of being unable to protect his son. Sangeetha held both her children and stayed strong for them. But the biggest change happened inside Nisha.
Nisha was still in her college days when the incident happened. She saw her younger brother’s broken body in the hospital. She saw the fear in her mother’s eyes. She saw her father’s silent anger. That night she sat alone on the terrace and made a hard decision. She decided she would become a security officer. She would eradicate mafia and goons. She would not let other families suffer the same pain. The drugs that the goon carried, the violence, the blackmail – all of it must end. From that day her path became clear. She studied harder. She trained harder. She joined the academy with full focus. She rose step by step until she became the successful investigator officer that her bosses trusted with the biggest missions.
Now Nisha is thirty-two years old. She is still a bachelor. She has no husband and no steady boyfriend. Her work is her life. But her body is the body of a woman at the peak of her beauty and strength. She is hot in every way. Her figure is full and shaped like 36-30-38. The numbers sit perfectly on her frame. Her height is five feet seven inches. She stands straight and proud. Her face is elegant. She has a bigger and sharp nose that gives her a strong look. When she smiles, the whole face softens and becomes warm. Her eyes are bright and alert. But the real power of her beauty is in her body.
Her breasts are large and heavy. They sit high and full on her chest. The size is generous, the kind that makes blouses stretch tight across the front. The areolas are pink and wide, soft circles that stand out against her smooth skin. When she moves, the heavy mounds shift with a natural weight that draws the eye. They are soft to the touch yet firm from her constant training. Below them her stomach is flat but soft. The tummy has a gentle give when pressed. It is not hard like stone. It is warm and smooth. Right in the centre sits her navel – deep and oval shaped, a neat little shadow that looks inviting. When she wears short tops the navel shows clearly, and the soft skin around it glows.....


















Her hips are wide and rounded, matching the 38 measurement. They curve out from her narrow waist in a full, womanly way. Her thighs are strong and smooth from running and squats. Her back is straight, her shoulders soft yet powerful. Every part of her body looks cared for and alive. She maintains this fit body every single day. Morning starts with yoga. She spreads the mat and moves through slow, deep poses. Her large breasts rise and fall with each breath. Her soft tummy tightens and then relaxes. The deep oval navel points upward when she arches her back. After yoga she goes to the gym. She lifts weights that make her arms and legs burn. She runs on the treadmill until sweat runs down between her heavy breasts and into the soft valley of her stomach. She does core exercises that keep the waist small and the hips curved. She finishes with stretches that open her body fully. Then she showers, and the water runs over her pink areolas, down the soft tummy, and into the deep navel.
























Even after long missions and hard training, Nisha’s body stays this way – hot, full, soft in the right places, strong in every muscle. She is thirty-two, single, and completely focused on her duty. But the memory of her family never leaves her. Her father Raghav still sits in the wheelchair and watches the news, proud of the daughter who became the officer he could no longer be. Her mother Sangeetha still cooks and keeps the house, the same brave woman who held everyone together. Her brother Santosh lives with the scars of that terrible day, quieter now, but safe because his sister chose to fight the very goons who hurt him.
That college-day decision shaped her entire life. The sight of her brother’s damaged body pushed her into the world of security and investigation. She carries the pain as fuel. Every mafia she catches, every goon she puts behind bars, is one more step toward the promise she made on the terrace that night. She will eradicate them. She will not stop.
This is the full family background of Nisha – the ex-agent father who lost both legs for the nation, the brave housewife mother, the sharp elder daughter, the younger brother broken by a drug goon’s violence, and the hot, full-shaped woman of thirty-two who still trains her 36-30-38 body every day while hunting the enemies who once destroyed her family’s peace.



To be continued.............

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[Hotgiri]

Welcome back bro with bang on update

[RedDranzar]

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Excellent start. Please give some flashback of Nisha case where she had sex with the culprit to seduce and trap him

[Tamilmathi]

Hot and spicy update....

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Superb

[RedDranzar]

Update please

[tweeny_fory]

Lovely and hot start
Enjoying the detailed explanation of every action
So eager to know how the good cop and spy get turned to hot n spicy cop

[Hotgiri]

Hello brother, please give update

[Vicky6]

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[girrich9486]

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       :::::::::  One Week Before the Island Mission::::::



Nisha had only seven days left before she had to leave for the island mission. The officials had already fixed the date. In that one week she needed to prepare her new role carefully. She could not go as herself. She had to become someone else completely so that no one on the island would doubt her. The cover story was ready. She would enter as a soft-spoken logistics consultant named Maya who wanted to invest in small tourism and boat services. Her clothes, her way of speaking, even the way she walked had to change a little so that Tony’s men would see only a beautiful business woman and nothing more. But before she locked herself into that false life, she wanted one peaceful week with her family.
She went home the same evening after the briefing. The small house looked warm under the evening light. The moment she stepped inside, Sangeetha came out of the kitchen with open arms. Nisha smiled and went straight into her mother’s hug. The soft smell of home, the feel of her mother’s cotton saree against her cheek, and the gentle hands stroking her back made her close her eyes for a long moment. She had missed this. Even though she loved her work more than anything, her family was still the softest place in her heart.
Santosh was sitting in the living room with his laptop. His body still carried the old damage from that terrible day, but he looked better now. He was doing his own work again – writing online posts, speaking against wrong things in society, and earning a little through his influence. When he saw Nisha he stood up slowly and gave her a side hug. “Sister is home for a full week?” he asked with a small smile. Nisha ruffled his hair the way she used to when they were children. “Yes. Full week. No calls from office if I can help it.”
Raghav sat in his wheelchair near the window, reading the newspaper. His face lit up when he saw his daughter. Nisha bent down and kissed his forehead. The old agent’s eyes were proud and wet at the same time. The family was complete for a few days. They loved her deeply. She loved them more than anything else in the world. Work was her duty and her fire, but this small house and these three people were her real heart. That was why family was also her weakness. Because she loved them so much, she spent less and less time with them. Missions took her away for months. Danger kept her distant. She always carried the guilt of not being present enough.
The first two days passed in simple happiness. Nisha helped her mother in the kitchen. She sat on the floor and cut vegetables while Sangeetha cooked. She massaged her father’s shoulders. She listened to Santosh talk about his new online campaigns. In the evenings she changed into soft home clothes – a thin cotton top that clung to her full 36-size breasts and a loose lower that rested on her 38 hips. The soft fabric showed the deep oval navel clearly whenever she raised her arms. Her large breasts moved gently with every step. The pink areolas pressed faintly against the cloth when she bent. Her soft tummy stayed smooth and warm. Even at home she looked hot, the kind of woman whose body stayed full and alive no matter how hard she trained.
On the third evening the house became quieter. After dinner Sangeetha asked Nisha to come to her room. Mother and daughter sat on the old wooden bed. Nisha, tired from the day, rested her head on her mother’s lap the way she used to as a child. Sangeetha’s soft fingers moved through Nisha’s long black hair. For a long time neither spoke. Only the ceiling fan made a low sound.
Then Sangeetha took Nisha’s hand and placed it gently on her own head, as if asking for a blessing and giving one at the same time. Her voice came out emotional and heavy.
“Nisha… my daughter… every woman should marry. She should fulfil the wishes of her heart in this life. You are already thirty-two. Time is moving. I am getting old. If you do not marry, I will die with this sorrow in my chest. I cannot carry it anymore.”
Nisha’s body stiffened a little on her mother’s lap. She kept her face hidden against the soft saree. Sangeetha continued, her voice shaking but clear.
“I am not asking you to marry any random man. Marry only the one you like. We will not see caste. We will not see religion. We only want you to be happy. Your body is still so beautiful and full. Your face is elegant. Your smile can light a whole house. But beauty and success are not enough. A woman also needs someone of her own. Someone who waits for her when she comes home from dangerous work. I have watched you reject every proposal without even one word. This time I am begging you. Do not reject. Think. Promise me at least that you will think seriously.”
Tears fell from Sangeetha’s eyes onto Nisha’s hair. The emotional weight pressed on Nisha’s chest. Every previous time she had simply said no and walked away. This time the words stayed stuck in her throat. She could not speak. She only held her mother’s hand tighter. The large soft breasts under her thin top rose and fell with her heavy breathing. The deep oval navel moved slightly as her soft tummy tightened with emotion. Her sharp nose and elegant face stayed pressed against her mother’s lap while silent tears of her own began to form.
Inside her mind the conflict burned. She loved her family more than her own life. She also loved her work – the mission to destroy mafia and goons so that no other brother would be pushed under a vehicle, no other father would lose his legs in vain. Marriage felt like a door that might close her freedom. Yet her mother’s voice, the fear of losing her, the wet tears on her hair, made it impossible to say the usual hard no.
She stayed like that for a long time – a hot, full-shaped thirty-two-year-old woman lying in her mother’s lap, 36-30-38 body soft and warm, large breasts pressed against her mother’s thighs, pink areolas faintly visible through the thin cloth, soft tummy and deep navel rising with every emotional breath. Outside the room the house stayed quiet. Santosh worked on his laptop. Raghav sat in his wheelchair thinking of the old days. And Nisha, the successful officer who was about to become someone else on a dangerous island, could only listen to her mother’s broken voice and feel her own heart split between love for family and love for the fight she had chosen years ago.
The week was still young. The mission waited. The new role waited. But for this one night she remained only a daughter – beautiful, strong, still unmarried, and unable to refuse the emotional plea that came from the woman who had held the whole family together after every tragedy.

[girrich9486]

::::::::::::::::Nisha’s Sorrowful Promise:::::::::::::




Nisha stayed quiet for a long time with her head still resting on her mother’s soft lap. The room felt heavy. Sangeetha’s tears kept falling on her daughter’s long black hair. Nisha’s large full breasts pressed warmly against her mother’s thighs. The thin cotton top she wore stretched tight across the heavy 36-size mounds. Her pink areolas showed faintly through the soft cloth every time she took a deep breath. The deep oval navel on her soft tummy moved up and down with emotion. Her 30-inch waist stayed narrow while her 38 hips curved out on the bed. At thirty-two her body was still hot, full-shaped and alive, yet tonight her heart felt broken.
Finally she spoke in a low, sorrowful voice.
“OK mom… your wish.”
Sangeetha’s fingers stopped moving in her hair. Nisha continued, her sharp nose and elegant face still hidden.
“But I have to go within four days… to a mission. I am not able to come back for one month… or two… or maybe more.”
The words hit Sangeetha hard. She started crying louder. She bent down and held Nisha’s face with both hands. Tears ran down her cheeks.
“Please Nisha… postpone it. For your family. Just this once. Stay. Get married. Let me see you happy before I die. Promise me. Give me your word.”
Nisha’s soft tummy tightened. Her heavy breasts rose and fell faster. She felt the weight of her mother’s pain. Family was her biggest weakness. She loved them more than her own breath. Slowly she exhaled a long breath and nodded.
“OK mom. I have to inform the higher officials.”
Sangeetha pulled her daughter fully into her arms. The two women stayed like that for a long time – mother and the hot, full-bodied daughter whose 36-30-38 figure was pressed close, soft skin warm, large breasts crushed gently against her mother’s chest, deep navel hidden between their bodies.
The next morning Nisha woke early. Her eyes were still swollen from the night’s tears, but her body looked the same – tall at 5'7", elegant face, sharp nose, full heavy breasts with pink areolas, soft tummy and deep oval navel, wide hips. She wore a simple salwar that still could not hide the rich curves. She went to the headquarters and requested an urgent meeting.
In the closed conference room she stood in front of the senior officers. Her voice was calm but firm.
“Sir, my marriage will happen within ten days. I request permission. I cannot leave for the island mission on the fixed date.”
The officers looked at each other. Director Mehta frowned. The mission was important. Tony and the drug network on the island could not wait forever. But Nisha’s past record was too strong. She had solved so many cases. She had caught many mafia red-handed with solid proofs. After a long discussion the higher officials finally agreed.
“We will consider your request because of your successful operations,” Mehta said. “But the island mission will still go forward. We are sending two others to start the work. You can join later after your marriage if needed.”
They chose Vidya and Pratap.















Vidya









Prathap






Vidya was thirty-one, a well-trained officer, beautiful and sharp. She had a slim-yet-curvy body, fair skin, long dark hair, and a face that looked soft but carried strong eyes. Her training in martial arts was excellent. She could fight, shoot, and stay undercover for months. Pratap was thirty-two, tall, fit, and also fully trained in martial arts and every field skill. Together they made a strong pair.
That same evening Nisha returned home and told her mother the news. Sangeetha cried again, but this time with relief mixed with worry. Nisha sat once more on her mother’s lap. The soft cotton of her home clothes clung to her large breasts. The pink areolas pressed against the fabric. Her soft tummy and deep oval navel stayed open to the evening air when her top lifted a little. She looked hot even in sorrow – the full 36-30-38 shape, the elegant smiling face that tonight carried only sadness, the strong yet feminine body she kept perfect with gym and yoga.
While mother and daughter held each other, far away in the headquarters Vidya and Pratap received their final briefing. They would leave for the island in four days under new names. They would enter the world of Tony and Christopher. They would start collecting the proofs that Nisha had been chosen for.
Nisha closed her eyes on her mother’s lap. Her heavy breasts rose slowly with each breath. Her soft skin felt warm. Inside her chest the two loves pulled hard – the love for family that made her give the promise, and the love for her work that still burned to destroy the mafia from the roots. She had given her word. Marriage would happen within ten days. The mission would begin without her. Vidya and Pratap would step onto the island first.
The house stayed quiet. Santosh worked in the next room. Raghav sat in his wheelchair looking at old photographs of his agent days. And Nisha, the hot successful officer with the full shaped body, stayed in her mother’s arms, sorrowful yet bound by the promise she had made.



To be continued........

[RedDranzar]

Nice update. Hope the author writes that Vidya gets caught before nisha comes to action.

[rp7575]

Great story please update properly

[qazmlp]

Nice start.Keep it coming.

[girrich9486]

Nice update. Hope the author writes that Vidya gets caught before nisha comes to action.

Yes thankyou