Revenge On Bullies-part 5(A)- Ravi
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Welcome back dear iss readers! I hope you all are doing fine. I must tell you before hand, the way of retaliation could generate a shudder in a bully’s spine and most bullies would think a million times before harassing innocents and those who cast eyes on someone’s mother and sister would think a trillion times. This story is a bit longer that my previous installments. I will be narrating in two subparts so that its easier and enjoyable for the readers to comprehend better. “Part 5a- the mind of a nerd ” *this part has no sex. It only builds the story. But 5(b) is full of sex – total hardcore! So enjoy the storyline. * This is the wrath of a son to his beloved mother and a brother to his lovely sister. This is the fifth part of my installation where I am going to narrate how I got my vengeance on my main bully ravi after getting even with my other bullies namely rajesh, aarif and tony. Read the previous parts before getting here. So lets get started. Tony’s sister jessica was fucked like a whore by me and my friend and teacher, niko from russia. Jessica then moved with niko leaving tony all alone and humiliated much to my joy. But that didn’t stop me from fucking jessica. I kept bringing her to the police station and got her fucked by all my officers and the jail inmates. Deep inside, my sexual desire for my mom and sister was getting fueled. One day, I was in the backyard of my house examining a brand new sniper that was to be issued to our siege units. While I was firing it my sister, preeti came by and said “Hmmmm you look more like a trained assassin that an inspector ayushman!” “Hahaha assassination is not our type. We fight face to face, take down the bad guys in cold blood! This sniper is for our siege units and is to be used only during largely protracted encounters!” I explained. “Wow! Police work does require a lot of cognitive input.” she wondered. “True didi. Perhaps you could help in some of our operations.” I jested. She slapped my arms and said “Tum bhi na bhaiya. May I … Hold it?” she pointed at the sniper. “Sure go ahead. But dont shoot on your own. Now come here, I will help you with it.” she held the sniper and move put my hands over hers to help her hold it. Oh god! She was wearing a sleeveless top and touch of her delicate skin made my blood rush straight to my dick and my tent tried to make a dent in her jeans covered ass. The smell of her hair, her soft cheeks, her baby smooth nape, oh fuck, I cant describe in words. I touched her cheeks with mine and she screamed “Ouch! Do you ever shave! Junglee kahin ke! ” Now guys give me small suggestion in the comments” what should I do? My mom likes me in beard whereas my sister like me clean shaven! Help me out of this deadlock guys!” I abruptly ended it, and told her that I would see her in the evening and she must go help with some teaching work at their ngo. I wanted to propose to her and mom but there was one major task and the toughest; nailing my bully ravi. It wasn’t going to be easy. Ravi’s father was the commissioner of income tax, and quite influential. Even though my other bullies were also big shot people, bringing them down was easy because at that instance, brute force worked. But here it wasnt the case. So instead of thinking like a brute policeman, I thought like the person who I have always been; a nerd! A wise man once said-“Your enemies won’t commit mistakes; not on their own. You have to make them commit one.” So as usual I tracked the activities of ravi through an informer. He had many cases in other local stations but used to get his way out through the connections his father had. His father, pramod kumar was surely a corrupt bureaucrat and one could easily make it out from their lifestyle. Even our commissioner could do nothing to do him as they couldn’t randomly raid his house. I was discussing it with him and hatched a plan to nail pramod in a very clever way and set an example to the bureaucracy and install strict enforcement and through this I could even get my revenge on his son ravi and his family. One day, ravi was caught at a rave party. We locked around 50 people that day. He kept on shouting from the inside “Saale do take ke police waalon tumhe pata nahi mera baap koun hai and all those rants.” he was shouting way too much. So I got inside the lock up and started thrashing him myself. I said “Beta ravi! Abhi dekh tere saath kya hota hai bosedk!” “How do you know my name? Have we met before?” “Idiot read my name! We have a score to settle you son of a bitch!” and I showed him my batch. He too was surprised “Ayushman pandit. Ek chutiya padhakoo tha college time me. Uski randi maa aur behan ko choda tha. Wait …. You ??? Ayushman?” “Well thank you for getting my name right. I was expecting battery! Now you know I am.” I smiled with a devilish grin. Then his father arrived with our commissioner and ordered to free them. I didn’t comply and refused to free his son and the others. My main aim was to antagonize and provoke his father, pramod. He told me to sit down and said lets talk. “Beta itna khun garam mat karo. Tumhara commissioner bhi meri baat nahi kat ta. Tu janta nahi mai kon hu?” “Haan jaanta hu sir! Tax ke paise churane waale, garibon ke paise khane waale aur corruption ke raja ek great income tax commissioner. Aur yahan andar hai apki sabse galti” and I pointed towards ravi. All men giggled but stopped. “Kyun be inspector. Apne aap ko super cop samjhta hai. Tera jaise kitno ka transfer karwaya hai. Abe kya aukad hai teri. Chor de mere bete ko.” “Acha kya kar lenge aap. Sab jaante hein aapke baare me. Ek 50,000 ke salary waala government servant, 5 crore ke apartment me rehta, jiske bache paise udate firte hein, jiski wife lakhon ke jewelries pehenti hai. Me warning deta hu, jiss din tujhe rangey haath pakda, issi jail me tere bete se saath phek dunga.” He got up from his seat and held me by my collar and started babbling “Saale kuttey. Do kaudi ke police waale! Haan khaye hein mene paise! Aur khata rahunga! Kaun nahi khata… Paise ka nasha hi kuch aisa hai. Tu kya ukhad lega be. Tere bahaduri dikhane se duniya nahi badlegi. Yahan tere jese imandaron ki koi jagah nahi. Yaha humare jesa powerful logon ki chalti hai. Illegal tax evasion- “I did it” False property claim of grande hills property-“I did it” Money laundering and gold scam 2015-“I did it” kya kar lega. Ab chal,mere bete ko release kar nahi tho wardi utarwa dunga tera! Aur ye le (he threw a bundle of cash on my table), tum jaison ke isme guzara chal jayega.” but I humbly returned it back and said “Sorry sir! Ye paise mai nahi le sakta. Aap rakh lijiye. Me inhe abhi lock up se riha karta hu.” I expressionlessly went and free all of them. While leaving, ravi was acting cocky.”Saale battery, battery hi rahega. Apni maa aur behan ko hi bolna. Aur un randiyon ko bolne mere ghar aye hahahaha!” iqbal and shiva almost charged at him. But I stopped them. What no one knew, was that everything was going as planned. Shiva, iqbal, mishra ji, jp babu, all were disappointed. “How could you sir! Aap ne aisa kyu hone diya?” iqbal questioned. “Sir jab aap aye thein naa, tho laga ki iss bande me dum hai. Lekin aaj humko malum ho gaya hai aap bhi har kisi ki tarah inn logo ke samne jhuk jayenge. Aapne aaj humari umeedon ko tor diya.” mishra ji followed. All I did was smile. I called commissioner and said “Sir! Its done!” This was what I was upto. I had hidden webcams in all corners of the office and pramod, out of show for his power spilled everything. Everything was recorded. What happened next, under a pseudo account, I made the video viral and it gained public attention in no time. Media, journalists, investigators all of them targeted pramod. There was a raid at his house, and everything was seized. He was sacked. The commissioner congratulated me on this cryptic mission and finally an arrest warrant was issued for” pramod kumar irs”. He ordered “I got a call from the cm. Go and arrest this bastard, ayushman. Who better than you.” I thankfully replied “Gladly sir!” *who better than me* Gear up for 5(b) dear readers. It is one hell of a revenge. Revenge on bullies-part 5(b)- ravi- “Revenge of a son and a brother”