Desi Caught Outdoor [better] 【Free】

The Unseen Lens

“You think this is your catch?” she asked, holding up the blinking camera. “This has been recording for three hours. While you were filming me, it was filming you — following me from the bus stop, hiding behind the neem tree, licking your lips every time I bent to pick up firewood for my grandmother.”

She smiled — a slow, sharp desi smile that could cut deeper than any knife.

Meera’s heart didn’t race with fear. It raced with fury. She stood up slowly, brushing the dirt off her knees.

“So tell me, Ramesh… who caught whom?”

His smile faltered.