The bustling airport security checkpoint hummed with the usual chaos of travelers shuffling through lines. Two burly security guards, Raj and Vikram, stood at their post, their uniforms crisp and authoritative. Raj was the taller one with a mischievous grin, while Vikram had a perpetual smirk that hinted at his playful side.
Suddenly, the metal detector beeped loudly as a young woman, Seeta, stepped through. She was in her early twenties, with wide innocent eyes, a simple sundress hugging her curves, and an air of complete naivety about her.
"Ma'am, please stop right there. The sensor went off. You might be hiding something dangerous, like a weapon or drugs. We have to check you thoroughly.", Raj held up a hand.
"Oh no, sir! I swear, I don't have anything like that. I'm just going to visit my aunt. What do I need to do?", Seeta blinked, her cheeks flushing pink.
Vikram stepped forward, his voice firm but oddly gentle.
"Standard procedure, miss. You need to undress completely including your innerwear. We can't risk it otherwise. It's for everyone's safety."
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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