Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

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"Ma'am," he began, his voice a little softer, "have you experienced any symptoms? Fever, cough, difficulty breathing?"


Nalini's heart skipped a beat. She had been meticulous with her hygiene, but fear was a contagion that had seeped into every corner of her existence. "No," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. "No symptoms at all."

Anbu nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "And your husband, ma'am? Any health issues we should be aware of?" His question was a gentle probe into her personal life, but she understood the necessity.

"No, no health issues," she replied, her voice firm. She hoped it was true, though she hadn't spoken to him in a couple of days. The thought of him alone in a strange city filled her with a fresh wave of anxiety. "He's young and healthy."

Teja cleared his throat, his eyes still on Nalini. "And your contact with anyone outside?"

Nalini took a moment to gather her thoughts. "I've been following the guidelines. No contact except for the occasional shopping trip. I wear a mask, gloves, and sanitize everything." She hoped they wouldn't ask for details of her solitary walks, the brief moments of rebellion where she had allowed herself to feel the sun on her face without the suffocating barrier.


"Ma'am, have you had any flu vaccines earlier in the past 6 months?" asked Anbu.

Nalini nodded. "No but, I had my flu shot i1 year back." She hoped it would offer some reassurance, though she knew it wasn't directly related to the coronavirus.

"Can you show the prescription of the flu shot?"

Nalini nodded, rising from her chair with a grace that belied her fear. She padded softly down the hallway, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of the sofa she had just vacated.

Her nightie, which had been a source of comfort in the quiet solitude of her home, now felt like a second skin, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. The fabric whispered against her legs with every step, the soft material caressing her curves as she walked. Anbu's eyes followed her, his gaze lingering on the gentle sway of her hips, the soft swell of her buttocks, and the way the fabric clung to her as she moved.

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Her feet were silent on the tiles, the ankle bells on her feet the only sound in the quiet house. She could feel the warmth of his gaze, and a part of her wished she had chosen to wear something more substantial. But she had been caught off-guard by their visit. The dupatta offered a semblance of modesty, but she knew it was a flimsy defense against their scrutiny.


In the bedroom, she rummaged through a drawer, her hands shaking slightly. The room was a testament to the life she had built with Mohan, the scent of him still lingering in the fabric of his clothes. She found the small envelope with the prescription slip and hurried back, her heart racing.

As she returned, her breasts bounced with every step, the thin fabric of her nightie doing little to contain them. Anbu and Teja's eyes were glued to the mesmerizing dance, their pupils dilating in unison. The soft jiggle of her ample assets was a stark reminder of the human connection they had both been starved of for so long. Anbu's throat went dry as he took in the sight, his mind momentarily wandering to thoughts that had no place in their mission. Teja's gaze lingered, his hand tightening around the pen he held. The simple act of her running had ignited a spark of desire within them, a reminder of life's basic needs amidst the fear and chaos of the pandemic.

Her chest heaved as she handed them the prescription, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts drawing their eyes like a magnet. Anbu took the slip with trembling hands, his mind racing with inappropriate thoughts he quickly pushed aside. He focused on the task at hand, his professionalism a shield against the unexpected attraction. Teja's eyes never left hers as he took the paper from Anbu, his pulse quickening as he read the details.


"Ma'am, this vaccine is more than a year old," Anbu said gently, his voice thick with regret. "It doesn't offer protection against the coronavirus."

Nalini felt a cold knot form in her stomach. "Oh," she murmured, the color draining from her cheeks. She had hoped it would be enough, that the simple act of following protocol would keep her family safe. The reality of their vulnerability hit her like a physical blow.

"Ma'am, have you or anyone in your family experienced any symptoms of COVID-19?" Anbu's voice was a gentle probe into her personal space, a question that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

Nalini's heart raced as she replied, "No, no symptoms at all." She hoped it was true. Her children were safe with her parents, but she hadn't seen them in weeks. The thought of them falling ill was unbearable.

"Ma'am," Anbu continued, his voice firm but kind, "we need to ask you a few more questions for our records. Have you had any visitors or come in contact with anyone from outside the family since the lockdown began?"

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Nalini felt the weight of their gaze on her, but she met it without flinching. "No, I haven't," she said with conviction. "My husband is in Bangalore, and my children are with their grandparents in the village. I've had no other visitors."


Anbu nodded, scribbling on his clipboard. "And no one from outside your family has entered this house since the lockdown?"

Nalini's gaze remained steady. "No, no one," she reiterated, her voice clear. She had been vigilant, turning away even the most persistent of her friends who had offered help or companionship. Her home had become a fortress, and she had become its solitary sentinel.

Teja nodded, his eyes finally leaving her to scan the room once more. "Ma'am, it's very important that you maintain this isolation. The virus spreads quickly, and we're seeing cases rise every day." His voice was a sober reminder of the invisible enemy that lurked outside her walls.

Anbu cleared his throat, his gaze following the curve of her neck as it disappeared into the dupatta. "Ma'am, could you tell us where you purchase your vegetables from?" His question was innocent enough, but Nalini felt the tension in the room shift.

Nalini's eyes narrowed slightly as she replied, "From the local vendor, Uday. He's been coming around for years."

Teja's expression grew solemn. "Ma'am, we've noticed that many local vegetable vendors are getting infected. They travel to different areas and come in contact with many people. It's a high-risk job."

Nalini's eyes widened. "I see," she said, her voice tight. Uday was like family, a friendly face in a sea of masked strangers. "But he takes all precautions, I've seen him."


"Ma'am, it's not just about precautions," Teja said, his voice gentle but firm. "The virus is unpredictable. We've had cases where people who thought they were safe ended up being carriers."

Nalini's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" she asked, her grip on the dupatta tightening.

Anbu's eyes remained on the clipboard, his pen poised in the air. "Ma'am, based on the information you've given us, and as a precaution, we need to conduct a basic health check and a temperature screening."

Nalini's grip on the dupatta tightened even further, her heart racing. The thought of being tested, of confirming the fears that had been lurking in the shadows of her mind, was almost too much to bear. But she knew it was necessary.

"Ma'am," Anbu said, his voice firm but not unkind, "We understand this might be uncomfortable, but it's for your safety and the safety of those around you."

Nalini felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. "But I'm not sick," she protested, her voice shaking. The thought of being taken away, of leaving her house, her sanctuary, filled her with a primal fear she hadn't felt since her children were born.

[iCuby]

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Superb start

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Nalini's Journey continued

"Ma'am," Anbu said, his voice firm but not unkind, "We understand this might be uncomfortable, but it's for your safety and the safety of those around you."


Nalini felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. "But I'm not sick," she protested, her voice shaking. The thought of being taken away, of leaving her house, her sanctuary, filled her with a primal fear she hadn't felt since her children were born.

Anbu's eyes met hers, his gaze unyielding. "Ma'am, we understand your concern, but it's protocol. If we find anything suspicious, we'll have to report it. It's for the greater good." His words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the reality she faced.


Nalini's mind raced. The thought of leaving her home, being taken to a hospital, was a nightmare come to life. She had heard the horror stories of overcrowded wards and patients gasping for breath. Her chest tightened, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. "But I don't have any symptoms," she protested, her voice a mere whisper.

Anbu's gaze was steady. "Ma'am, we must ensure that you remain healthy. If we do not perform the check now, it will be mandatory for you to report to the hospital later today." His words were a stark ultimatum, the kindness in his tone belying the gravity of the situation.

Nalini felt the room closing in on her, the air thick with the weight of their judgment. "But the hospital," she whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "I've heard..." She trailed off, not wanting to voice the horrors she had heard of the overwhelmed medical system.

Anbu leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "Ma'am, we're just following protocol. We're here to help you, not to cause any trouble." His eyes searched hers, looking for understanding. "If we find anything, we'll handle it discretely. But if we don't check, and something happens later, we won't be able to help you in time."


Nalini felt the blood drain from her face. The thought of being taken to the hospital, leaving her home, and being surrounded by the sick and the dying was a fate she had hoped to avoid. She knew they were right, but fear had a way of clouding judgment. "I... I understand," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "But what if..."


Anbu's gaze softened. "Ma'am, if we find nothing, you won't have to go anywhere. But if we don't check now, we won't be able to guarantee that you can stay here. The ambulance will come and pick you to the hospital by evening."

Nalini felt the color drain from her face, the words hitting her like a ton of bricks. The thought of being forcibly removed from her home was a fate she had hoped to avoid, but it was a risk she knew she couldn't ignore. She took a deep breath and nodded, her hand still clutching the dupatta tightly around her chest. "Okay," she whispered,  "What tests have to be done?"

Anbu's gaze remained on her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Ma'am, it's just a basic health check. We'll need to measure your temperature and check your oxygen levels. It's nothing to worry about," he assured her.

The sound of the clock ticking in the hall grew louder in the silence that followed, each tick a reminder of the passing seconds. Finally, she nodded. "Okay," she whispered.

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It had been 30 minutes since Anbu and Teja entered her house, and the room felt like it had shrunk around them. The air was thick with tension and the faint scent of antiseptic that clung to their masks. Anbu's eyes searched hers, looking for a sign of understanding. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, his voice a little softer than before. "Could we trouble you for some water?"


Nalini nodded, her hand shaking slightly as she stood up. The dupatta slipped, revealing the soft swell of her stomach, the gentle curve of her waist. She felt their eyes on her as she moved to the kitchen, the coolness of the floor tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of the room she had just left. The kitchen was her sanctuary, the place where she found comfort in the mundane tasks of cooking and cleaning.

As she filled a glass of water, she could feel their presence behind her, their eyes on her back. The kitchen was filled with the quiet sounds of their breathing, the rustle of their masks, the occasional cough that made her heart race. She tried to focus on the task at hand, the coolness of the glass under her fingertips, the gurgle of the water from the tap. But her mind was racing, trying to piece together the unspoken tension that had settled between them.

Anbu aged 25 Standing tall at 6'2", is a chiseled and intimidating figure with piercing blue eyes and a sharp jawline, often obscured by a five-o'clock shadow. Teja on the other hand is aged 27 stands at 5'10" with a lean and agile frame, making him adept at navigating tight spaces unnoticed. His dark eyes are filled with a mischievous spark that complements his charming yet deceptive smile. Anbu was once a promising young medical intern, but had joined the corporation as health checker. His skills in diagnosis and infiltration were honed for a sinister purpose: to identify and prey upon women living in solitude.


Teja in his early life was spent learning the art of seduction and deceit, skills that he now employs to lure unsuspecting victims into their grim fate. His bond with Anbu is complex, born from shared experiences and a shared secret that keeps them bound together in their twisted mission.

As Nalini's back is turned, Anbu subtly gestures towards the hallway with a nod of his head. Teja catches the silent communication and nods back, his eyes gleaming with understanding. They had done this before, many times.

Teja whispers, "We'll take it slow," his breath warm against the fabric of his mask. Anbu's eyes flicker with agreement. The plan was simple but effective: slowly seduce woman, gain her trust, and then strike when she least expects it. They had honed it over the weeks, perfecting their roles as the concerned health inspectors and the silent accomplice.

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Nalini returns with the water, her eyes flicking between the two men. The glass clinks against the metal tray, and she places it on the coffee table.


As she bends down to set the tray down, the neckline of her nightie gaps slightly, offering a fleeting glimpse of her generous cleavage. Anbu's and Teja's eyes are drawn to the sight like moths to a flame, the brief exposure setting their hearts racing.

Nalini's heart skips a beat as she feels their gazes on her. She quickly adjusts the dupatta, wrapping it tighter around herself, hoping they hadn't noticed. She sits back down, her knees tucked under her, trying to maintain a semblance of modesty.

The two men exchange a look that is not lost on her, their eyes lingering on the spot where her breasts had been visible. Anbu coughs into his elbow, a forced clearing of the thick silence. "Ma'am, if you're ready, we can proceed with the health check." His voice is professional, but she can't help but notice the way his eyes dart to the neckline of her nightie. Teja took a sip, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He set the glass down with a soft clink, the sound echoing in the tense silence.

Teja stood up, the bag at his side seemingly heavier than before. "We'll do a basic health check," he said, his voice calm. "We'll need to check your temperature and oxygen levels."

Nalini nodded, her heart racing. She could feel their eyes on her, the weight of their gaze as they took in her every move. Teja reached into his bag and pulled out a medical kit, the contents clinking against each other. He laid it out on the coffee table with a precision that sent a chill down her spine.


The thermometer was old-fashioned, the kind that was placed under the tongue. It looked clean, but Nalini couldn't help but wonder where it had been before. She watched as Teja took it out with gloved hands, his movements smooth and calculated. The rigged oxygen level indicator was a device she had never seen before, the LED screen flickering with an eerie blue light. Anbu took out a stethoscope, the cold metal gleaming in the soft glow of the lamp.

Teja stepped closer, the thermometer in his hand. His eyes locked with hers, and for a moment, Nalini saw something other than professional detachment. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. and she opened her mouth. "Okay I am ready", she said opening her nouth.

"Ma'am," Anbu's voice was sudden, cutting through the tension. She turned to look at him, his hand outstretched, blocking Teja's approach. "Let's stick to the protocol," he said firmly. "The thermometer goes under the arm."

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"Ma'am," Anbu's voice was sudden, cutting through the tension. She turned to look at him, his hand outstretched, blocking Teja's approach. "Let's stick to the protocol," he said firmly. "The thermometer goes under the arm."

Nalini's eyes darted between them, the confusion and fear momentarily forgotten. She complied, lifting her arm and allowing Teja to place the thermometer against her skin. The coolness was a shock, sending goosebumps across her flesh. She watched as he held the device, his eyes never leaving hers, his thumb brushing against her wrist, feeling her pulse.


Anbu's hand was firm on her arm, his grip reassuring. "Ma'am," he said, his voice low and calm, "we must ensure that we follow the strictest protocols. Oral temperatures are no longer safe." His words were a gentle reminder of the world outside, a world that had shifted on its axis, leaving them all to adapt to the new reality.

Nalini nodded, her eyes on the thermometer in Teja's hand. She knew he was right; the virus didn't care about modesty or comfort. It was a silent predator that could be anywhere, on anyone.

"Okay," she murmured, lifting her arm slightly to offer the soft underbelly of it. Her heart hammered in her chest as Teja stepped closer, his hand reaching out.

Nalini felt the fabric of her nightie stretch as he gently placed the thermometer under her arm, his gloved fingers brushing against her bare skin. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel a blush creep up her neck. She had never been so acutely aware of the intimacy of a medical procedure, especially not with two strange men in her home.

Teja's eyes remained focused on the thermometer, the seconds ticking by as he waited for the digital display to give them a reading. His proximity was intoxicating, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the sterile smell of the latex. Anbu's hand on her arm was a steady presence, a silent reminder that she was not alone in this ordeal.


The room grew warmer, the air thick with anticipation. Teja's thumb brushed against her skin, sending a shiver through her body. She felt the fabric of her nightie cling to her as she held her breath, waiting for the test to be completed. But as the seconds turned into a minute, she realized the temperature was not rising on the display.

"Ma'am, it seems the thermometer is not able to read your temperature", teju said removing teh thermometer from her underarm and shaking it. Anbu mentioned this is the case with these mercury thermometers. The procedure to use is different. As you have inserted through the nighty into the arm pit, the cloth is hindering the reading and thermometer is not able to get in contact with the skin.

Nalini felt a sudden rush of panic, "But what do we do now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Teja looked up at her, his eyes filled with a strange mix of anxity and something else she couldn't quite place. "Ma'am, in the hospital, we usually ask the patient to remove their top for a more accurate reading," he explained, his voice low and smooth.

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Nalini felt a coldness wash over her, her eyes darting to Anbu. His gaze was unreadable behind the mask, but his hand on her arm was still firm, his grip a silent reassurance. She knew what they were suggesting, the implications heavy in the air.


Her thoughts raced. Remove her top? In front of two strangers? The very idea was preposterous, yet the fear of the unknown, of the invisible enemy that could be lurking within her, was stronger. She felt the fabric of her dupatta stick to her damp skin, the room suddenly feeling stifling.

"Ma'am," Anbu interjected, his tone firm and authoritative. "We understand that this is uncomfortable, but we must ensure accuracy. We have many other houses to attend to today, and we can't risk spreading any infection." His eyes held a hint of urgency, a subtle reminder of their limited time together.

Nalini's eyes searched his, seeking reassurance. "But..." she began, her voice trembling.

Anbu's gaze was unyielding. "Ma'am, we don't have time for this. We have to follow the protocol strictly," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "If we don't get an accurate reading here, we'll have to call for a senior inspector to come and conduct the test. And I assure you, that will not be comfortable."

Nalini felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. Nalini's face flushed, and she felt the fabric of her dupatta stick to her neck with sweat. "But I can't do that," she protested, her voice shaking. The very idea of undressing in front of these men was unthinkable. But she also knew that the alternative was worse: the hospital, the fear, the isolation.


Anbu stepped closer, his voice firm but not unkind. "Ma'am, I understand your hesitation, but we have no other choice. We need to ensure that you're safe, and we must follow protocol." He paused, his eyes searching hers. "We're professionals, and we've done this many times. We'll make it as quick and painless as possible."

She knew they were right; she had to trust them. With trembling hands, she began to untie the dupatta. The fabric slipped away, revealing her nightie in its entirety. She felt exposed, the cool air of the room kissing her skin as she tried to ignore the way their eyes followed her every movement.

The nightie was a soft pink, with tiny white flowers embroidered around the neckline and hem. It was an old one, but comfortable, and the only thing she had been wearing for days in the solitude of her home. The fabric was thin and lightweight, perfect for the stifling Chennai heat that had seeped into the house. The buttons that ran from neck to navel were small and delicate, a reminder of the carefree days when she had bought it.

The neckline of the nightie was modest, but the front was open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. The buttons were spaced evenly, a neat line of pearls against the darker skin of her chest. Nalini's hand trembled as she unbuttoned the first few, her eyes darting between Anbu and Teja. Their eyes remained on the task at hand, but she couldn't ignore the way their pupils had dilated, the way their breaths had become slightly more ragged.


With each button she undid, she felt a new wave of vulnerability wash over her. Her heart thudded in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears like a drumbeat. The fabric parted slowly, exposing her flesh inch by inch. The room was quiet, save for the rustle of the material and the faint sound of their masks as they breathed. She felt the coolness of the room caress her skin, the goosebumps standing tall like tiny soldiers on her arms.

Anbu's eyes remained fixed on her, his gaze unwavering. There was something in his stare that made her feel both terrified and oddly comforted. Teja, on the other hand, couldn't hide the hungry look in his eyes. They flickered over her, drinking in the sight of her exposed skin as if it were a rare delicacy. The way his pupils dilated made her feel as if she was the most desirable woman in the world, despite the fear that coiled in her belly.