Mardaani – A Fantasy – Part 3

Chapter 4 – The Phone Calls

Karan had Rani’s phone number in front of him. She had been hounding Sunny and some of his other associates in Mumbai. It was bad for his business. He had started admiring the fearless police officer. It was time to have a word with her.

Rani was frustrated. There had been no breakthrough after Sunny and there were a whole lot of other cases in Crime Branch. It was not possible for her to devote all her resources for this one case. Her entire department has seen her passion and relentless pursuit of this faceless criminal but none are aware of her actual motivations. Rani wants to find this guy. It could be a woman as well but her instincts tell her that it’s a man. Rani wants to meet this guy, find out his operation base and see for herself whether her fantasies are more debauched or the reality.

It has been almost a month since Anjali’s abduction and over the past 2 weeks, Rani has ended each and every night on a sexual high. After her tame fucking by Bikram, she goes in the toilet and lets her imagination run wild. Sometimes Anjali is gang-raped, sometimes Meera. Sometimes she is the one who is the perpetrator. Her internet search history has moved to more extreme things. Her favorite fantasy is now the one where she herself breaks Meera, rapes her and then throws her to the wolves. That look of hurt and betrayal alone makes her cum.

It was nearly 10 pm. Rani returned with the dinner on her way back from the police station. Meera opened the door and gave her a hug. Rani embraces her niece, smelling the sweet smell of her shampoo and the body lotion. She imagines licking Meera’s ear-lobes, sucking on her throat pulling her head back by her sexy curly hair. She wanted to cut open Meera’s salwar and insert her fingers in the sweet virgin cunt. She wanted to make Meera cum.

Her phone rang. She looked at it but was unable to recognize the number.
“Hello” , she said.
“Hello Mam. How are you doing? Was the cook absent today?”

It was the voice of a young man. He would be much younger to her. This was the guy. Rani was sure of it. It was a manly, intelligent voice. Rani gave the food packets to Meera, and proceeded to her room and gestured to Bikram to not disturb her before locking it from the inside.

“Who are you? Why are you keeping a watch on me?” Rani asked.

“Mam, you can call me Walt. And you know why I am keeping a watch on you. You are also keeping a watch on many of my associates”.

Rani attached the headsets to her phone and slowly opened her trousers. Those three sentences had made her wet. This was the man whose one accidental action had made her recognize her true self. She now knew that “Rani Mukherjee” was an image that she needed to maintain for the outside world, while in reality she was this shameless, sadistic slut who got off on the fantasy of raping her own daughter like niece and her friend. He had brought this slut out.