Adultery A Gift or a Curse?

[Rangabaashyam]

Super thriller

[opheliyaa]

Interesting

[King Kesavan]

Thrill start

[Hornytamilan23]

Stopped 100%?

Not sure

[Hornytamilan23]

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[Dinesh Raveendran]

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[Hornytamilan23]

Year 1999

Chapter 3 part 1— The Number Written in Blue Ink
The afternoon heat outside was unbearable.
Even the ceiling fan in Haseena’s room sounded tired as it rotated lazily above her head. Sunlight slipped through the half-closed curtains, falling across the friendship book resting on her lap.
She had already read every page twice.
Still, her fingers stopped at the same name again.
Salman M.
First Year — ECE
Below it, written neatly in blue ink, was a landline number.
No fancy quote.
No dramatic message.
Just:
“Nice meeting you akka… thank you for helping me that day.”
Haseena frowned immediately.
“Akka va?”
She threw the book onto the bed in irritation.
After a few seconds, she picked it up again.
There was something annoyingly sincere about him.
No overconfidence. No flirting. No trying to impress girls like most boys in college. Salman spoke carefully, smiled rarely, and behaved as though he was constantly afraid of disturbing others.
And somehow… that itself made him noticeable.
The housemaid knocked on the door.
“Amma asked whether you want juice.”
“Later,” Haseena replied absentmindedly.
Her eyes stayed on the number.
For nearly five minutes, she argued with herself.
Why should I call him?
What will I even say?
And why am I thinking about this fellow so much?
Finally, out of pure boredom more than courage, she reached for the landline phone beside the bed and dialed the number.
Each ring strangely increased her heartbeat.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three—
“Hello?”
An older woman’s voice.
Haseena immediately panicked.
“Aunty… Salman irukka?”
“One minute.”
She heard muffled sounds in the background.
Then silence.
A few seconds later:
“Hello?”
Salman’s voice.
Soft. Careful. Slightly confused.
For some reason, Haseena smiled instantly.
“Busy ah?”
A pause.
“Haseena?”
“Oh wow. You recognized my voice?”
Another pause.
“A little.”
“A little ah?” she teased. “I expected emotional reaction.”
Salman laughed quietly.
That was probably the first time she had heard him laugh properly.
And she realized she liked the sound.
The conversation began awkwardly.
College. Holidays. Exam difficulty. Hostel food. Random classmates.
Simple topics.
Yet neither wanted to cut the call.
Outside, afternoon slowly turned into evening. Somewhere downstairs, pressure cooker whistles echoed from nearby houses. Television serial sounds drifted through open windows.
Still they kept talking.
At one point Salman asked hesitantly,
“You called everyone from the friendship book?”
“No.”
“Then why me?”
The question caught her off guard.
For a second, she had no answer.
Because she herself didn’t fully know.
Finally she leaned back against the wall and replied casually,
“Maybe because you sounded less irritating than others.”
Salman laughed again.
That small laugh stayed in her mind long after the call ended.
Over the next few days, the calls became frequent.
Not daily.
But regular enough to become expected.
Sometimes Salman called in the evening from a nearby STD booth because he felt shy speaking for long in front of his family.
Sometimes Haseena called when boredom swallowed the afternoon.
Slowly, conversations became easier.
She learned he loved old Tamil songs.
He learned she hated mathematics.
She mocked his serious nature.
He listened patiently to her endless stories.
Without realizing it, both had started waiting for each other’s calls.
And somewhere between those harmless conversations, curiosity quietly transformed into attachment.
Neither of them called it love.
Not yet.
But both had already started carrying each other into their thoughts before sleep.

[Hornytamilan23]

Its been a long long time, so Please read earlier chapters again.

[Hornytamilan23]

Chapter 3:part 2

In Tiruppur, nights felt different.
Not quieter — just more aware.
Loom factories slowed down after midnight, but they never truly stopped. Somewhere in the distance, machines hummed like a low heartbeat of the town. Even silence here had rhythm.
Haseena lay on her bed, staring at the slow-moving ceiling fan.
The landline phone rested beside her pillow.
She had told herself she wouldn’t call tonight.
It was already the third time she had told herself that this week.
It still rang anyway.
“Hello?”
Salman’s voice.
Soft. Familiar now.
“Enna panra?” Haseena asked casually.
“Nothing… just sitting outside.”
“With who?”
“With myself only.”
She smiled slightly.
“Very sad life.”
“You called, so it improved.”
That made her pause for a second.
She turned slightly on the bed, pulling the bedsheet closer.
Outside her window, Tiruppur’s night air carried the faint smell of rain mixed with dyeing units and damp cotton.
Normal life.
But inside the room, something had slowly shifted over weeks of calls.
It was no longer about boredom.
Or friendship.
It had become something in-between.
Something neither of them had named.
“You know,” Salman said after a while, “I feel like I talk more with you than anyone else now.”
“Same,” she replied without thinking.
A silence followed.
Not awkward.
Just loaded.
Haseena traced a small circle on her bedsheet with her finger.
For reasons she didn’t understand, she suddenly became aware of her own breathing again.
Of how quiet the house was.
Of how late it was.
And of how easily his voice now filled her room.
“You sleep properly ah?” she asked.
“Sometimes.”
“Why?”
“Thinking.”
“About what?”
Another pause.
Then Salman’s voice, lower than before:
“About what we talk.”
That line stayed in her mind longer than it should have.
She sat up slightly.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
He hesitated.
Then continued slowly.
“When I talk to you… I forget time. That’s all.”
Haseena didn’t respond immediately.
Somewhere in her chest, something unfamiliar tightened slightly — not fear, not excitement, but awareness.
The kind that arrives before a storm.
Outside, a scooter passed through the street below, breaking the silence.
Haseena leaned back again, staring at the ceiling.
“Salman,” she said suddenly.
“Hm?”
“If we meet in college again…”
“Then?”
She hesitated.
For the first time, her usual teasing tone didn’t come easily.
“…nothing.”
A soft laugh from his side.
But neither of them sounded convinced.
The call continued.
But the conversation had changed.
Words became slower.
Pauses became longer.
And between those pauses, something unspoken began forming — not yet desire, not yet love, but the earliest version of both.
The dangerous stage where imagination starts replacing reality.
And neither of them realized it yet…
Tiruppur had just become too small a place for what was beginning between them.

[Hornytamilan23]

Chapter 3 : part 3

In Tiruppur Engineering College, Aravind Kumar was not just another student.
He was a final-year Mechanical Engineering senior.
The kind everyone knew without needing introduction.
Not because he was loud.
But because he never needed to try hard.
A Royal Enfield parked near the canteen gate.
A Rolex watch always visible.
Expensive sneakers in a sea of ordinary shoes.
A confident walk that said he had already decided where life was taking him.
And girls noticed him.
Most of them.
Aravind never chased attention.
He received it.
Or ignored it.
Depending on his mood.
But Haseena was different.
That was the problem.
She didn’t look impressed by him.
Not even slightly.
When he entered a room, most girls adjusted themselves — hair, posture, voice.
Haseena didn’t.
She argued with him instead.
She challenged him.
She looked at him like he was just another senior, not a campus “figure.”
And for Aravind…
That became interesting.
Then irritating.
Then personal.
It started small.
A glance in the corridor.
A sarcastic reply during a college function.
A moment where she didn’t laugh at something he said.
Aravind wasn’t used to that.
People either liked him…
Or tried to impress him.
Haseena did neither.
She simply didn’t care enough.
And that bothered him more than he admitted.
Then he saw Salman.
Again.
Too often.
Too close.
Canteen.
Library steps.
Corridor near ECE block.
Always the same pattern.
Salman beside her.
Salman listening.
Salman existing quietly in her space like he belonged there.
And Haseena… comfortable with it.
That was the part that shifted something inside Aravind.
Not jealousy in a soft sense.
Something sharper.
Possessive irritation without permission.
One afternoon, Aravind leaned casually against his bike near the canteen gate, sunglasses on, talking to a group of friends who were laughing at something he said.
From a distance, he saw her.
Haseena walking with Salman.
Talking.
Smiling.
Nothing dramatic.
Just normal.
And that normalcy hit him harder than anything else.
Because with him, she was sharp.
With Salman, she was… relaxed.
Aravind removed his sunglasses slowly.
His smile faded without effort.
One of his friends noticed.
“What happened da?”
“Nothing,” Aravind said.
But his eyes stayed fixed.
On Salman.
Later, he walked straight into their path.
No announcement.
No hesitation.
He stopped just in front of Salman.
Not looking at Haseena first.
Only Salman.
Then he smiled.
The kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“So you’re becoming regular here now?” Aravind asked.
Salman stiffened slightly.
Haseena immediately stepped in. “Aravind, don’t start.”
He finally looked at her.
And for a brief second, his expression changed — softened just slightly.
Not respect.
Attraction.
Interest.
Something personal.
“You get irritated very easily,” he said to her.
Then his gaze shifted back to Salman.
“But some things are… predictable.”
Salman didn’t respond.
He already understood the tone.
Aravind took one step closer.
Not aggressive.
But enough to make space feel smaller.
“You should focus on your own circle,” he told Salman casually. “Engineering life is short. Don’t waste it in places you don’t understand.”
Haseena crossed her arms.
“What is your problem with him?”
Aravind paused.
Then answered honestly.
“I don’t have a problem with him.”
A beat.
“I just don’t like him around you.”
Silence dropped immediately.
Even Salman looked up at that.
Haseena stared at Aravind.
“You don’t get to say that.”
Aravind didn’t deny it.
Didn’t back off.
Instead, he smiled slightly — calm, almost amused.
“I usually don’t say things like this,” he said.
Then he looked at Salman again.
“But I also don’t compete for attention.”
A pause.
“I remove distractions.”
For the first time, Salman spoke quietly.
“I’m not a distraction.”
Aravind finally looked directly at him.
A longer stare this time.
Measured.
Cold.
Then he nodded slowly.
“Good.”
A faint smile.
“That’s what everyone thinks at first.”
He turned to leave.
But before walking away, he looked at Haseena one last time.
Not soft.
Not friendly.
Just certain.
“You’ll get bored of people who don’t understand your world,” he said.
Then he added, almost like an afterthought:
“But I don’t think I fall into that category.”
And walked away.
Haseena didn’t speak immediately.
Salman stood silent beside her.
And for the first time, the space between all three of them didn’t feel casual anymore.
It felt like the beginning of something being claimed… even before anyone agreed it was theirs.

[Hornytamilan23]

Year 2004

Chapter 4: part 1 The hills don't forget

The thick, humid air of the forest seemed to swallow Salman whole as he tore through the underbrush, his chest heaving. Behind him, the wreckage of his illusion lay bare. 

For years, the magic had been flawless. He had seamlessly worn Aravind’s skin, tasting the fruits of a life that wasn’t his, culminating in the intoxicating warmth of Haseena’s embrace on what she believed was their anniversary.

The memory of her touch—feverish, urgent, and entirely surrendered to the man she thought she loved—still burned like a brand against his skin. It had been an act of pure, unadulterated passion, a crescendo of desire that was violently shattered when the real Aravind walked through the door.

Back in the clearing, the shattered remnants of the evening hung heavy. Aravind lay motionless on the cool floor, the victim of Salman’s desperate, brutal panic before he fled.

Haseena stood paralyzed, the euphoria of moments prior curdling into a cold, sharp terror. Her breath hitched as she stared at the edge of the tree line where the moonlight cut through the canopy. 

In that final, breathless second before the shadows claimed him, the glamour had slipped. The face looking back at her hadn't been her husband's. It was Salman.

The realization washed over her, a dizzying mix of violation and a strange, dark pull. The man who had just possessed her with such fierce, familiar intimacy was an imposter, yet the echo of that intensity lingered in the very air of the room.

She looked down at Aravind’s unconscious form, then back toward the dark, whispering woods. The forest seemed to pulse, a vast, tangled labyrinth holding the man who had stolen her senses, waiting to see if she would pursue the truth or succumb to the chaos left in his wake.

[Hornytamilan23]

Chapter 4: part 2
The hospital room was quiet, except for the steady beep... beep... of the heart monitor. 

Aravind slowly opened his eyes. His head felt like it was exploding. He looked over and saw Haseena sitting next to him, her eyes red from crying.

"Aravind? Oh thank god, you're awake," she whispered, grabbing his hand.

Aravind winced, touching the bandage on his head. "What happened? I remember coming home... and then..." 

He stopped, the painful memory hitting him. "Salman. I saw him with you."

Haseena burst into tears, covering her face. 

"I'm so sorry, Aravind. I didn't know! He looked exactly like you. He spoke like you. It was our anniversary, and I thought it was you making love to me."

"He touched you," Aravind ground out, his voice shaking with pure rage. His hands clenched into tight fists.

 "That bastard used magic to take my place!"

"It was so passionate," Haseena sobbed, her body trembling as the vivid memory flushed through her.

 "He was so intense... his hands were everywhere, pulling me close, moving inside me in ways that made me completely lose control. I surrendered everything to him because I thought he was my husband. I was burning for him.

" She put her face in her hands, torn between guilt and the lingering heat in her skin. 

"But right before you walked in, his magic slipped. I saw his real face. It was Salman. Then he hit you and ran into the forest."

Aravind’s blood boiled. The fury inside him was so hot he felt like he could burn the hospital down. "I will kill him," Aravind growled, his eyes wide with hatred. 
"I swear, I will hunt him down and kill him."
Outside the hospital room window, hiding in the dark branches of a tall tree, Salman watched them.

 His dark magic let him hear every single word through the glass, and hearing her describe their lovemaking only fueled his dark fire.

Seeing Haseena cry didn't make him feel guilty. It made him want her even more. 

He remembered the slick warmth of her body, the frantic sound of her sighs, and how perfectly she had arched her back to meet every heavy, deep thrust of his hips just hours ago. She had been completely consumed by him, begging for more.
Seeing Aravind's helpless anger only made Salman’s blood rush faster. 

A fierce, heavy throb pulsed between his legs, his cock hardening painfully against his trousers, aching to be filled by her tightness once again. He could still smell her scent on his skin, and the desire to possess her completely was driving him wild.

She belongs to me now, Salman thought, his hand sliding down to grip his throbbing length through his clothes, squeezing tight. She loved what I did to her. Her body still remembers my touch.

He knew he couldn't just walk in and take her by force. He needed a new, wicked plan. He began to whisper a low, seductive spell into the night air, sending a wave of invisible, erotic magic through the window. He was going to mess with Haseena's mind, making her relive the raw pleasure of his touch in her dreams, until the craving became so bad she would leave her husband and come running into the dark forest to find him willingly.

[Hornytamilan23]

Chapter 4: Part 3
The hospital room was swallowed by the thick, heavy darkness. 

The steady beep... beep... of the heart monitor felt slower, almost matching the heavy thuds of Haseena’s racing heart. 

The sudden blackout seemed to amplify the scent that had just invaded the room—a intoxicating mix of crushed pine, damp earth, and a raw, masculine musk that she recognized all too well.

Aravind didn't let go of her wrist. If anything, his grip tightened in the dark, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

"Haseena," Aravind ground out, his voice laced with a dangerous mixture of hurt and suspicion. 

"Answer me. You shivered. Your breathing changed. Tell me you weren't just remembering what he did to you."
"Aravind, please, you’re hurting me," Haseena gasped, her voice trembling. She tried to pull away, but her own body felt heavy, betraying her.

 Down below, that sudden, uninvited wetness throbbed with a life of its own. "The lights just went out. It surprised me, that's all."

"Don't lie to me!" Aravind hissed, his face close to hers in the dark. She could feel his hot, agitated breath on her cheek.

 "I saw how you looked when you described it. You said you 'surrendered everything.' 

You said you were 'burning.' I’ve never heard you talk about us like that. Did his magic slip before I walked in, Haseena? 

Did you keep going even after you knew?"

"No! How can you think that?" tears spilled over her eyelashes, hot and fast. "I am your wife! I was tricked!"

But as the words left her mouth, a sudden, phantom warmth caressed the back of her knee, slowly sliding up the inside of her thigh. She choked back a gasp, her knees turning to water. 

The touch felt completely real, yet there was no one there. It was Salman's magic, weaving through the darkness, teasing her nerve endings.

“Tell him how much you liked it, Haseena,” a low, seductive whisper echoed directly inside her mind, sounding exactly like Salman's deep, mocking voice.

 “Tell him how you arched your back for me. 

Tell him how you begged me to go deeper.”

Haseena gripped the edge of the hospital bed to keep from collapsing. "Aravind... something is wrong. The room... do you smell that?"

"The only thing I smell is your guilt!" Aravind snapped, entirely blind to the invisible magic enveloping her. He let go of her wrist, pushing himself up against the pillows. 

"You’re confusing me with him. You’re standing right next to my hospital bed, and you're thinking about the bastard who put me here."

Outside, perched precariously on the thick branch just inches from the window glass, Salman let out a low, breathy laugh. 

His fingers were pressed against the windowpane, tracing the shape of Haseena’s silhouette in the dark room.

His eyes were wide, completely dilated with a wild, predatory lust. He could see perfectly through the dark. 

He watched the way her full breasts heaved against her blouse with every panicked breath she took. He saw the tight curve of her waist, and the way her hips twitched when his invisible spell brushed against her inner thigh.
His own breathing was shallow and ragged. 

He reached down, his hand wrapping around his throbbing length, squeezing the hard, aching flesh through his jeans. He was leaking, completely drunk on her fear and her hidden arousal.

"Look at you, my sweet girl," Salman whispered to the glass, his voice thick with desire. "You're fighting him because you think you have to. But your skin remembers me. Your body is still wet with the memory of my weight on top of you."

He closed his eyes for a brief second, remembering the feel of her silky skin, the way her tight walls had clamped around him, desperately pulling him deeper into her velvet heat. He wanted that tightness again.

 He wanted to hear her scream his actual name this time, completely consumed by the pleasure only he could give her.

"I'm going to take you away from him," Salman murmured, his thumb rubbing the tip of his throbbing cock, imagining it was her soft lips. "He doesn't know how to handle a woman like you. He questions you. He doubts you. But I... I worship you."

With a sharp exhale, he focused his mind, sending another wave of raw, erotic energy straight through the window, targeting her most sensitive, hidden spots.

Inside the room, the sudden wave of magic hit Haseena like a physical blow. She let out a soft, involuntary moan—a sound of pure, helpless pleasure that cut right through the quiet hospital room.

The phantom hand on her thigh slid higher, brushing against the lace of her underwear, sending a jolt of electric heat straight to her core. She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind completely fractured. 

She loved Aravind, but her body was currently a prisoner to Salman’s dark, intoxicating touch.
The silence that followed her moan was deafening.

Aravind froze in the dark. When he spoke again, his voice wasn't angry anymore. It was dead, cold, and filled with a horrifying certainty.
"You just moaned," Aravind whispered, the sound chilling her to the bone. He reached out into the dark, his hand finding her hip, gripping her roughly.

 "You're standing right here, looking at me, and you're getting turned on by the thought of him."

"Aravind, no, it's not what you think—" Haseena cried out, but before she could finish, the window behind her suddenly cracked open with a slow, eerie creak.

A cold breeze rushed into the room, carrying the overwhelming, suffocating scent of Salman's skin.

 From the darkness of the open window, a deep, teasing voice echoed aloud, filling the room.

"She isn't thinking about me, Aravind," Salman's voice purred from the shadows of the windowsill. 

"She's feeling me."

[Hornytamilan23]

Present day
Chapter 5 , part 1: Calm before storm

Aravind felt the change in her immediately.

Her body, which had softened into his moments ago, suddenly went rigid—like a string pulled too tight. His hand paused at her shoulder.

“What is it?” he whispered, his voice still thick with sleep and warmth.
Haseena didn’t answer at first. Her eyes stayed fixed on the dark edge of the room, where the curtain barely moved, though there was no wind. 

The silence felt different now—no longer peaceful, but listening.
“It feels like…” she started, then stopped, as if saying it out loud would make it real.

Aravind followed her gaze. Nothing. Just shadows, furniture, the familiar outline of their world. Yet something in her expression made him shift slightly, instinctively protective.

 His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer—not in desire now, but in instinct.

“You’ve been overthinking since yesterday,” he said softly, trying to anchor her back to him. “Come here.”

But she didn’t move right away.

Then, slowly, she turned back to him. In the dim light, her face looked softer again—vulnerability replacing fear. Her fingers curled lightly against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm beneath his skin, like she was searching for proof of reality.

And when she finally let herself breathe, the tension broke just a little.

“I just… need you close,” she admitted, quieter now.
That was all it took.

Aravind shifted, drawing her fully into his arms, his hand resting at the back of her neck with a slow, grounding touch. 

He brushed his lips gently against her forehead—not rushed, not demanding, just a quiet reassurance that he was there, that she was safe in his hold.
The room didn’t change. 

The shadows still lingered at the edges. The night was still deep and silent.
But between them, something warmer returned—fragile, intimate, and steadying.

 Her breathing began to match his again, her fingers loosening as she leaned into him, letting the comfort of his presence outweigh the unease that had crept in.

Outside, the house remained still.

Inside, they held onto each other a little tighter, as if love itself could keep the darkness from crossing the line of their bed.

[Hotgiri]

Update please

[opheliyaa]

Aravind is useless bastard. Haseena made a grave mistake marrying a hndu wimp. She should fuck with Salman, divorce Aravind and move with him permanent

[Periyapoolan]

Please continue