Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

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[Haran000]

Damnnnn... This update was amazing. These unintentional moments make the story super erotic

I like the way story is moving

Super update, curiosity increased waiting for next update

Osm story brother, I like the way story is moving, can't wait for next update let see what happens next

Thank you so much guys for your encouragement. This is first time I’m writing in English. I did wrote stories in Telugu. If there’s any little mistake in my English narration please understand and adjust. I’ll try to give my best product as possible in my potential.

Hope you all will like this sweet desirable journey of Geetha and Bharath relationship.

[Haran000]

Eagerly waiting for a mega update for the weekend.

Evening 

[Rajsubman]

Thank you so much guys for your encouragement. This is first time I’m writing in English. I did wrote stories in Telugu. If there’s any little mistake in my English narration please understand and adjust. I’ll try to give my best product as possible in my potential.

Hope you all will like this sweet desirable journey of Geetha and Bharat yr):h relationship.


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[Haran000]

The hours melted away in the silent slumber of Geeta and Bharat. Around three o'clock, a piercing ring sliced through the quiet, emanating from Geeta’s phone on the bedside table next to Bharat. He stirred awake, his eyes falling on the caller ID: “Darling.” Picking up the phone, he glanced at Geeta, who remained lost in a deep, oblivious sleep.


Her pallid waist, on the left, played hide-and-seek with the edge of her saree, like a sliver of crescent moon. The enticing curves of her back, rising above, seemed to beckon, whispering tales of audacious adventure. A peek of her black bra strap, a sentinel guarding unseen treasures, was just visible. Her dark hair cascaded over her back, strands swaying gently on her neck, stirred by the fan's soft wind.

But the insistent ring pulled him back. Impulsively, his left hand, four fingers tracing an unspoken path, gently tapped her waist. She startled awake. The unexpected warmth of Bharat's touch on her skin ignited a storm within Geeta like a sudden monsoon in the Himalayas. Then, a jolt of realization: it wasn't Gautam. Her hand instinctively pushed his away.

She turned to see Bharat's face, etched with a look of pure innocence.

"Miss, here," he murmured, extending the phone. "Sir is calling."

She snatched the phone, her voice a clipped "Hello..."

"Did you fall asleep?" Gautam's voice, rough with distance, came through.

"Yes, I did," Geeta admitted, her voice still thick with sleep.

Bharat, ever attentive, brought her a bottle of water. She took a deep gulp, the cool liquid a small comfort.

"My friend Shiva's money," Gautam continued, his words dropping like stones, "it's in our house. Forty lakhs."

Geeta’s shock was palpable, her eyes widening. Bharat, observing her reaction, wondered at the cause.

"What? Where?" Geeta demanded, her voice rising in disbelief.

"I'll tell you later. You need to go to his house and give it to him. Get ready and call me. I'll tell you where it is."

"Okay," she managed, her voice still trembling slightly.

She ended the call, her gaze drifting to Bharat.

"What happened, Miss?" Bharat asked, his brow furrowed with concern. "Is there a problem? You sounded... troubled."

"Nothing," she replied, shaking her head. "You go, Bharat. I have to go out. Something important came up."

"Alright, Miss," he said, then headed back home.


A mere fifteen minutes later, Geeta’s voice was sharper, more alert.

"I'm ready," she announced to Gautam on phone call. "Tell me."

"There's a blue key in my desk," he instructed. "Take it."

Geeta moved to the desk, her fingers fumbling slightly as she opened the drawer and retrieved the small, blue key.

"Okay, now?" she prompted.

"In the cupboard," Gautam's voice continued, "the big drawer at the bottom. Take out the briefcase."

She walked into the bedroom, her eyes scanning the familiar furniture. Opening the cupboard, she knelt and pulled open the designated drawer. Inside, nestled among other things, was a briefcase. She unlatched it, revealing neat stacks of currency.

"Why is this, dear?" she asked, a tremor in her voice.

"It's not ours, it's my friend Shiva's," Gautam explained, his tone dismissive. "In the empty plots in our next lane, there's only one house. That's his. Go and give it to him. Don't tell anyone. Just walk, it's nearby, right?"

"Okay," Geeta conceded, a knot forming in her stomach. "But why do you have it in the first place?"

"I'll tell you all that later. Just go silently and give it to him."

"Darling," she ventured, a hint of accusation in her tone, "you're not doing anything illegal, are you?"

"Hey, don't think crazy things," Gautam snapped, his voice impatient. "It's nothing like that. It's his money, and we're just giving it back to him, that's all. I'm not there, that's why I'm asking you to go."

"But this much money...?" Geeta started.

"Geeta, what are you doing?" he cut her off, his voice sharper now. "It's nothing. Just go and give him the money."

"Okay," she finally agreed, the word barely a whisper.

Clutching the bag, Geeta walked towards the house at the end of the street. It was a grand house, surrounded by lush plants, exuding an air of profound tranquility. The gate stood ajar, an unspoken invitation. She pushed it open and stepped inside. A press of the doorbell, and the door swung open.

And then, a jolt of recognition. Gautam’s friend, Shiva. He stood before her, clad in a T-shirt and shorts, a laptop held loosely in one hand.

He, I saw him at the supermarket that day. It was him. Is he my husband's friend?

He offered her a beautiful, disarming smile. "You are?" he asked, his voice smooth.

Geeta was momentarily lost in the warmth of his smile.

"Hello... You are?" he prompted again, his voice gentle.

She blinked, shaking off the trance. "Gautam... my husband asked me to give you this money."

"Gautam anna?" Shiva's smile widened. "Oh, you're Gautam anna's wife? Come on in."

Hesitantly, Geeta stepped inside. Shiva's gaze remained fixed on her eyes, an intense, unwavering stare. He stood remarkably close. As she met his eyes, he set the laptop aside, plumped a pillow on the couch, and gestured for her to sit.

"Sit down," he invited. "Do you remember we met that day?"

Geeta’s eyes darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "Hmm," she murmured in response.

"Sorry, that day," Shiva began, "without looking, I..."

"It's okay," Geeta interrupted softly.

"I'll get some tea," he offered.

"Oh... it's fine," Geeta quickly replied. "I'm leaving."

She placed the bag on the teapoy. As Shiva reached for it, his hand deliberately brushed against Geeta's left hand, which rested on the bag's handle.

"Wait," he insisted. "I'll get tea."

Geeta sat in silence, a nervous tremor running through her, until he returned.

The living room was a testament to a restless mind: books, papers, two computers, a television beside them. The wall boasted posters of fights, and a blackboard, like one from a college, was filled in a chaotic jumble of mathematical formulas and complex equations.

Geeta's mind raced, wondering what Shiva did for a living.

Shiva returned with a cup of chai and settled onto the couch right beside Geeta. The edge of her saree brushed against his right leg. Geeta took the teacup, her fingers trembling almost imperceptibly.

"Anna is in Dubai now," Shiva commented, his gaze lingering on her lips. "Are you staying here alone?"

"Yes," Geeta replied.

"Do you live alone in the house?" he pressed, moving even closer until his knee brushed hers. Geeta shifted uncomfortably. 

He leaned forward, placing his cup on the pod, then picked up the briefcase and placed it on his lap, unclipping it. As he did, his elbow accidentally brushed her hand, sending a tiny shiver through her.

"Anna visited last week, right?" Shiva continued, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort. "But I couldn't meet him then, I went on a tour with my wife."

Geeta’s mind raced, unsure how to interpret the repeated touches. Was Shiva doing this on purpose, or were they just accidental in his haste?

He closed the case and moved back, then raised his right hand and rested it on the sofa behind Geeta's shoulders. The intoxicating, musky scent of Shiva's Manley perfume enveloped her, a dizzying cloud.

"Thank you very much for bringing it," he murmured, his fingers gently closing around her right hand.

The contact sent a strange jolt through Geeta.

"It's just to give you your money, it's fine," she said, pulling her hand away.

"But you brought it, after all," he countered, a lingering warmth in his voice.

"Hmm, I'll leave now," Geeta said, rising to her feet.

His eyes searched hers, a glint of something unreadable in their depths. "You're looking so beautiful," Shiva said, his voice direct, unapologetic.

Geeta gasped, taken aback by his blunt compliment. She turned her face away, a blush deepening on her cheeks.

Shiva stood up as well, moving closer. He leaned in, inhaling the sweet fragrance of Geeta's hair from behind.

"I thought so that day," he mused, his voice a low whisper against her ear, "but even today, there's something intoxicating about you. What perfume do you use?"

This was the second time today; Bharat had made the same observation this morning. Geeta was at a loss for words. Unexpectedly, a shy smile, a fleeting hint of pleasure, touched her lips at the man's unvarnished praise.

"You haven't told me your name?" Shiva asked softly.

"Gee... Geeta," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

"It's nice," he said, his gaze lingering on her, "just like you."

He gently took hold of the end of her braid. A jolt ran through Geeta for a fleeting moment.

"I like long hair," he continued. "My wife has too."

"Hmm," Geeta responded, her voice tight.

Geeta turned back to face Shiva, meeting his unwavering gaze. He showed no trace of embarrassment.

"What will you do when you go home now?" he asked.

"I have some small tasks," she replied vaguely.

"If you ever get a chance, do come over," he offered, his eyes still fixed on her lips. "My wife talks very well., she had not friends here. You'll also enjoy her company."

Geeta instinctively took a quick step back.

Shiva picked up his phone and called Gautam.

"Anna, your Geeta has arrived," Shiva announced. "Everything is okay. Thanks."

"Oh, okay," Gautam's voice was brief.

"Do you want to talk?" Shiva asked.

"No need, I'm busy," Gautam replied, his tone dismissive.

"Okay, bye," Shiva said, and ended the call.

He then moved closer to Geeta again. "Gautam anna was my senior in intermediate," Shiva explained. "After I came here, we used to meet occasionally before marriage."

"But why so much money?" Geeta persisted, a flicker of suspicion in her eyes.

"That's money from a business I did back then," Shiva clarified, his voice smooth. "Gautam has nothing to do with it."

"Okay, I'll leave now," Geeta said, turning to go.

"Why don't you stay until my wife comes?" he offered, his gaze still on her lips. "She's beautiful like you."

"No, I have to go," Geeta stammered, a sense of urgency propelling her forward. "I'll meet her some other time..." She hurried outside.




The moment she stepped through her own front door, she found Shriram waiting, phone in hand, swinging it idly. She pushed open the gate and walked in. Before Geeta could utter a word, Shri spoke.

"Sister-in-law," he began, a slight hesitancy in his voice, "um... I need WiFi."

Without a word, she opened the door and walked inside. Shri watched her, a confused silence hanging between them, before she called out.

"Shri, come here. In that bottom drawer, there's a router box. Look at the password sticker and connect."

The worry in Shri's eyes vanished, replaced by a grateful smile. "Oh, thanks, sister-in-law," he said, moving to the drawer.

Geeta had meant the drawer above it, but Shri, in his eagerness, pulled open the very bottom, fourth drawer. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the packet of a dildo vibrator that Geeta had recently purchased. A silent chuckle escaped him.

He glanced at Geeta. Geeta, witnessing his discovery, flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and fear, cursing herself inwardly.

“ Oh, why did I even tell him? This is my karma. ”

And to make matters worse, Shri was laughing. Geeta, her face turned away in mortification, finally spoke.

"No, not that one. Close that one and open the one above it first."

"It's okay, sister-in-law," Shri said, still chuckling. "I can understand."

He quickly closed the bottom drawer, opened the one above it, took out the WiFi router package, and began inputting the password. Geeta, utterly mortified, remained silent, not knowing what to say.

Shri finished connecting, then came closer and sat down beside Geeta.

"Sister-in-law," he said, his voice now softer, "I know. I don't think anything of it."

"Go, Shri," Geeta retorted, her voice tight. "I have other work."

"Just look here once?" he coaxed.

Geeta turned, her eyes meeting his. Shri was still smiling.

"You probably talk to Anna on the phone at night," he said, a knowing glint in his eyes. "I understood."

Geeta's eyes widened, glaring at him. "Shut up, Shri! Go..." she snapped, her voice low and threatening.

"Whoa, whoa... sorry, sorry..." he laughed, backing away and then he left.


That night, Gautam called.

"Good evening, Geeta," he greeted, his voice warm. "What are you doing?"

"I just ate," she replied, a faint sigh escaping her. "You didn't pick up the call..."

"I was busy," he explained. "Did you want to say something?"

"Kiss me..." she whispered, a longing in her voice.

Gautam made a loud "smooch" sound into the phone, a digital kiss.

"Hey, girl," he teased, "won't you kiss me back?"

"I won't," Geeta stated firmly.

"Why?"

"I don't want phone kisses," she said, her voice laced with yearning. "I want you."

"You'll have to wait a few more days then," he replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Hmm," she sighed again.

"Hey," Gautam continued, changing the subject, "you went to Shiva's house, right? What did he say?"

"What would he say?" Geeta replied, feigning nonchalance. "I gave him the bag as you told me. He took it. He said thanks."

"Not that," Gautam pressed, a slight edge to his voice. "Did he say anything about you? If he sees any girl who looks beautiful, he just keeps talking and praising her."

"Yes," Geeta admitted, a small smile playing on her lips. "He said, 'you're looking beautiful.'"

"Ha," Gautam chuckled, a note of pride in his voice. "How could he not say it? You're not just ordinary."

"Pervert husband..." Geeta protested, though her smile widened. "What are you saying? Anyway, why talk about him now? Oh, you said you'd take me there, when?"

"A few more days, okay, just wait," Gautam said, his tone turning serious. "Will you do that today too?"

"Darling," Geeta whispered, her voice aching with desire, "I want you, not that plastic stick. You're not understanding my situation..."

"Don't say that," Gautam cut her off, his voice tight. "It makes me feel something."

"Hmm…” Geetha said.

“Ok then I’ll call later or morning”

“Good night”

The call cut off, leaving Geeta in the silent aftermath.

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The soft light of Sunday morning barely touched the world as Geetha moved with practiced ease, sweeping and sprinkling water in front of her home. Her voice, a murmur of conversation, drifted to Vimala, who leaned casually against the house wall. Unseen, Uday stood at the back door, his gaze fixed on Geetha.

A familiar voice broke the morning quiet. "Hi Vadina (sister-in-law), good morning," Shri called out, returning from his jog. Geetha turned, a smile touching her lips. "Ha, good morning, Shri…"

"Didn't you talk to Anna last night?" he probed, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Geetha's expression shifted. Her eyes narrowed, a pout formed, and a quick shake of her head to the right was all the signal he needed. Shri chuckled, understanding the unspoken message, and walked away.

Vimala's elbow nudged Geetha gently. "Hey, why are you talking to that boy like that?" she asked, curiosity lacing her tone.

"Why did you ask that, akka (elder sister)?" Geetha replied, a slight edge to her voice.

"I mean, he's getting so familiar in just a few days."

"Hmm… a bit fast," Geetha conceded.

Vimala's tone became more admiring. "He's nice, isn't he? Fair-skinned, looks fit."

"Yeah… he goes for a run every day," Geetha mused, a hint of something unreadable in her voice.

"Geetha, we're thinking of going to the movies this evening. Will you come?" Vimala asked, shifting the subject.

Geetha shook her head. "No, akka, I have college tomorrow. You go."

"You can come, though. What will you do alone at home?" Vimala pressed, unwilling to give up easily.

"If my husband is here, I'd come too," Geetha said, a touch of sadness in her voice.

"Don't think like that. You're coming, that's it," Vimala insisted, her voice firm.

Their conversation was abruptly cut short by Uday. "Geetha, if you don't mind, let's go in your car."

"Okay, Bava. Akka, call me in the evening." She replied and got inside home.

As decided Geetha went to movie with Vimala’s family in the evening and returned by night.


As she got inside house, sudden ring of the phone startled her. She picked it up immediately. "Ha… Hello?"

"What are you doing, madam?" Gautham's voice, warm and familiar, filled the line.

"I just got back from the movie," Geetha replied, a smile now gracing her face.

"Oh ho… I've also come to Abu Dhabi. I'll send you photos, take a look."

A playful whine escaped Geetha's lips. "You're leaving me here and traveling all over the world."

Gautham chuckled. "We'll go again after you come."

"Ha…"

As they spoke, photos began to arrive. She scrolled through them, observed Goutham got some fat protruding infront, a frown forming on her face. "Oy, why are you gaining weight? You're eating so much there, and you don't even miss me!"

" why would you say that?" Gautham protested, feigning hurt.

"I was just kidding. But seriously, are you eating well?" she pressed, her tone softening with genuine concern.

"Maybe it's because of stress," he offered.

"Are you drinking?"

"Sometimes." He admitted.

"If you drink every day just because I'm not there, I'll kill you, I'm telling you!" Geetha warned, a mix of seriousness and playfulness in her voice.

"Oy, do I look like a heavy drinker?"

"Maybe you're drinking because I'm not there, like Devadas without Parvati?", she jiggled playfully.

"I thought of drinking like that, but I stopped because you'd scold me," he confessed, a laugh in his voice.

"Hmm… that's how it should be," she said, pleased.

"Oy…"

"Yes my husband," Geetha prompted.

"The schedule has changed, Geetha. I can't talk at this time. It's either morning or midnight."

"Then how will that work? In the morning, I'll be at college."

"It'll be like this for another month."

"Hmm…"

"Take care. Is everything okay there?"

"Yeah… Okay."

"Love you."

"Love you too. Good night."



The next day brought a quiet change. Shri's family had left for their village, and the day at college passed normally. Bharat wasn't there, neither at college nor at tuition. Two days slipped by in a similar vein, the inability to have a satisfying conversation with Gautham adding to the dullness. Bharat's absence in tuition made everything feel boring.

On Wednesday, she was in the staffroom, a book in her hands, when a sudden sound caught her attention. A voice, muffled but distinct, seemed to emanate from between the stalls behind her. At first, she dismissed it as someone talking outside, but the proximity of the sound made her uneasy. A prickle of suspicion ran down her spine. Why would someone be hiding? Slowly, cautiously, she rose and turned, peeking around the stall.

Her gaze froze. What was she seeing? Ramya and the computer lab teacher Ganesh, were locked in an intimate position. Ganesh's hand was clamped over Ramya's mouth, and he was rubbing his legs against hers. Ramya's eyes were wide, her head shaking as she made soft "Mmm… Mmm…" sounds, silently pleading for him to remove his hand. He finally did.

They were oblivious to her presence.

Ganesh's face was buried in Ramya's neck; she understood he was kissing her. Ramya, eyes closed, held his head, her fingers intertwining in his hair, a silent encouragement.

"Um… I think Geetha is still there near desks, if she finds out, please manage her. This is a risk for both of us," Ganesh mumbled, his voice thick.

"Um… I'll handle it," Ramya replied, her voice soft.

Geetha was stunned. They knew she was in the staffroom, yet they hadn't looked her way. They assumed that if she harbored any suspicions, Ramya would simply explain it away.

But Geetha couldn't reconcile this. Ramya, as she knew her, was not someone she ever imagined capable of such an act. They had always claimed to be just friends, and Geetha had never for a moment suspected this kind of relationship.

"Um, leave it, Gani… after we go home in the evening. Now I have a class, I need to go," Ramya urged, pulling back slightly.

"Ramya, please wait just 5 minutes," Ganesh pleaded, his grip tightening on her hand. He began to guide her hand towards his pants.

"Gani, leave my hand, let's go, please," Ramya whispered, her voice laced with desperation.

Ganesh finally released her. Ramya quickly adjusted her sari. As she was about to turn in Geetha's direction, Geetha swiftly stepped back, holding her breath.

 They were still talking, blissfully unaware of her presence.

"Geetha also has a class. I'll stay here, you go. After Geetha leaves, I'll leave. If both of us leave at the same time, it'll look suspicious," Ramya explained.

Geetha felt a laugh bubbling up. What a genius! Ramya had come up with a perfectly logical explanation for her presence. Acting as if she had heard nothing, Geetha returned to her table and sat down. A few moments later, Ganesh appeared. He spotted her and greeted her with a wide smile.

"Oh Geetha Miss, how are you? I came for books."

It was comical that he claimed to be there for books; Geetha hadn't even asked him.

"Oh really. I'll leave, it's class time," Geetha said, maintaining a neutral expression.

"Okay, madam," Ganesh replied, still smiling.

“Anyway, what they did was none of my business”, Geetha thought and left the staffroom, the unsettling scene replaying in her mind.
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3. Hiddn thoughts

As the hum of the staff room was a distant murmur, Anil, the social studies teacher, strode into Bharath’s classroom. 


His arrival brought an immediate hush. Without preamble, he commanded, “Anyone who were absent yesterday, stand up!”

Three students stood up: Pavani from the second bench of girls column, followed by Harish and Bharath.

Anil’s gaze settled on Pavani. “Pavani, why were you absent yesterday?”

“Sir, I had a fever,” she replied softly.

“Oh, really? Show me the doctor’s note.”

Pavani, without a word, produced the note. Anil glanced at it and waved her to sit.

He then moved towards the front, his steps deliberate, until he stood before Bharath and Harish on the fourth bench. He met Bharath’s eyes, a rhythmic tap of his stick on the bench punctuating his words. “What about you, hero? Two days you’ve been gone. No leave letter. Where did you disappear to? And Harish, you answer me too.”

Harish stammered, “Dad, that is…”

Both boys stood rigid, hands clasped, heads bowed, trembling slightly.

Bharath, finding his voice, admitted, “Sir, that is… we went on a trip, sir.”

Anil’s gaze sharpened on Harish.

“We both went together, sir,” Harish confirmed, his voice barely a whisper.

Anil’s anger flared, his voice rising. “So, you two go on heavenly trips together, and college can go to hell, your studies can go to garbage, is that it?”

“Sorry, sir, I forgot to give the leave letter,” Bharath mumbled.

“Shut up!” Anil’s command cracked through the air. “Go, stand outside. If I give you four days of holidays after exams, will you skip college for another 2 days? You’ll regret it if you don’t pass in board exam. Harish, if you don’t let Bharath study, both of you will get low marks, I’m warning you.”

Scared, the two boys shuffled out, positioning themselves by the classroom door.

“Why’s he blaming me?” Harish grumbled under his breath.

“Of course he is!” Bharath retorted, a hint of accusation in his tone. “You study everything and disturb me. You convinced me for trip even if I said this would happen.”

“What did I do? I just took you there for company,” Harish defended.

“Oh, but you don’t care about college, and then you get good marks in the exam,” Bharath fumed. “Meanwhile, I’m the one who ends up an asshole.”

Meanwhile, in the staff room, after the incident involving Ramya and Ganesh, Geetha held her book, patiently awaiting the bell for her next period. When it finally chimed, she stepped out.

After the class concluded, Anil emerged. Harish, quick to act, caught Anil’s arm. “Daddy, can we go inside? Our legs are hurting, please…”

Anil shook his head. “No need. Stay out for another period, then you can go inside during lunch.” With that, he walked away.

Bharath turned to Harish, a question in his eyes. “Hey, your dad knows we went on a trip with your brother, right? Then why’s he making us stand like this?”

“I didn’t tell my dad bro. We just went with brother,” Harish confessed.

“You… Then why did you say no when I wanted to give a leave letter?” Bharath groaned, scratching his head. “Now we have to stand for another period, ugh.”

His gaze drifted across the college grounds, and a small sparkle lit his eyes as he saw Geetha approaching. He met her gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips. Geetha returned his smile, drawing closer. As she neared, Bharath felt an inexplicable lightness, as if he had sprouted wings.

“Let’s ask Miss if we can go inside,” Harish suggested.

“Yeah…” Bharath agreed, but their hope was quickly dashed.

As Geetha reached them, her expression was one of mild inquiry. “Why weren’t you two at college past 2 days?”

Their faces fell simultaneously.

“That, Miss…” Harish began.

“And why are you standing outside?” Geetha continued.

Bharath, captivated, found himself staring at Geetha – her lips, her cheeks, her neck, as she spoke.

“Social Sir told us to stand outside until lunch,” Bharath finally managed.

“Oh, really? Then stand,” Geetha said simply.

“Miss, please, our legs are hurting,” Harish pleaded.

“I don’t know anything,” Geetha replied, firm but not unkind. “Anil Sir is your class teacher. Just stand.” She then walked into the classroom.

As she turned away, Bharath watched her, his gaze tracing her form from bottom to top, a sense of delight and contentment washing over him.

“Let’s stay, it’s fine,” Bharath declared. “See, the teacher will be right next to us. If we go inside, we’d have to sit somewhere far away to see her.”

“Oh, useless fellow,” Harish scoffed, exasperated. “When my legs are hurting, why are you just staring at her?”

“You won’t understand,” Bharath said, his eyes still fixed on Geetha.

He watched as Geetha began her lesson. The distance from the classroom door to the board was no more than seven feet. Whenever she turned towards the board, he saw the fair curve of her waist, the subtle, milky lines that appeared beneath her saree as it shifted. He noted her rosy lips parting when she spoke and the line of her back as she turned towards the girls' side of the room.

Harish, observing Bharath’s unblinking stare, was taken aback. He leaned in, whispering into Bharath’s ear, “Are you listening to the class, or staring at Miss?”

“Whatever you think,” Bharath replied, unfazed.

Harish pinched his shoulder. “you idiot, if Miss finds out you’re looking like that, she’ll kill you right here.”

Just then, Geetha’s eyes landed on them. “What are you two talking about?” she threatened, her voice sharp. “Can’t you stay silent even when you’re standing outside?”

Bharath instantly snapped out of his trance. Both boys flinched, silenced, their faces cast downwards.

When the class ended and the lunch bell rang, Geetha called them inside. Grateful, they thanked her, entered, and took their seats.

“Tomorrow I will take a slip test, 25 marks,” Geetha announced. “Practice this chapter and come.” With that, she departed.

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The setting sun cast long shadows as Geeta exited the college gates, her gaze falling upon Ramya and Ganesh walking away together. A voice from behind startled her – Harish. Both he and Bharat, who was with him, seemed a little flustered as they turned.

"Good evening, Miss," Harish began.

Bharat echoed a hesitant, "Good evening…"

"Oh, good evening, Harish," Geeta replied, a touch of curiosity in her voice. "What is it?"

"Miss," Harish stammered, "you said there'd be a test, and… we didn't come to college."

Geeta sighed. "Oh, well then, ask others for notes and write them down. Even after four days of holidays, you haven't come."

"It's not that, Miss," Bharat interjected, a plea in his voice. "Please, put the test on Saturday."

Geeta's gaze sharpened, a silent reprimand.

Just then, Anil emerged, wheeling his bike. Spotting them with Geeta, he approached Harish. "Hari, let's go."

"The test will not be postponed," Geeta declared, her voice firm. "Just study."

"Oh, I spoke to the Principal," Anil announced casually, "and from now on, grade students will have a test for one subject every day."

Both Harish and Bharat stared, their expressions a mixture of shock and disbelief. Geeta, however, merely smiled.

"Dad?" Harish finally managed.

"Yes," Anil confirmed, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's what's right for you."

Harish, shoulders slumped in defeat, trudged away. Geeta then turned her attention to Bharat.

"Bharat, I told you," she said, her voice softening slightly. "You're already behind in studies. What will you study if you go on tours like this? Harish isn't like you, don't you know?"

"Sorry, Miss," Bharat mumbled, looking down.

"Will saying sorry bring back the 2 days of classes you missed?" Geeta pressed gently. 

"Your mother is afraid you'll fail, you know."

"Okay, Miss, I'll practice today and take the test tomorrow," Bharat promised, his gaze earnest. "You'll help me, right?"

"Hmm…" Geeta hummed in agreement.

"Bye, Miss," Bharat said, turning to leave. "I'm going home and will be back."

As Bharat began to walk away, a thought suddenly struck Geeta. She needed groceries. 

"Bharat, stop!" she called out.

He returned, his brow furrowed in question. "What happened, Miss?"

"I need to pick up groceries from the shop, and there's a lot," Geeta explained. "You come with me. You can go home after tuition anyway. Do you have any work at home?"

The earlier sadness on Bharat's face vanished, replaced by a wide smile. "Uh!... No, Miss, let's go."

They walked to the shop together. The shopkeeper, after bagging the groceries into three covers, handed them to Bharat. He managed to hold two in one hand, but Geeta noticed his slight struggle.

"Bharat, give me one?" she offered.

"It's okay, Miss, I'll hold them," he insisted.

"Hey, give it," Geeta said, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she looked at him. She took one of the bags from his hand, and Bharat, without argument, let her. As Geeta smiled, her eyes seemed to enchant Bharat.

Stepping out of the shop and walking towards home, he spoke softly. "Miss…"

"What?" Geeta replied.

"What your age, Miss?" he blurted out.

Geeta paused, surprised for a moment, then a blush crept onto her cheeks as she smiled. "Why, Bharat? You shouldn't have ask that."

"I'm sorry, Miss."

"Why apologize for this, Bharat? It's fine," she reassured him. "I'm twenty-seven now."

"Hmm…" Bharat hummed. "I thought so. You look so young. Even when you wore the salwar suit the other day, you looked just as cute."

Geeta's cheeks flushed a deeper red with shyness at his words.

"Miss, you should wear the dress you bought during shopping that day," Bharat continued, oblivious. "It was very nice."

"Why?" Geeta asked, a hint of curios amusement.

"Because, Miss, that dress is really good. You'll look even cuter wearing it. Gautam Sir would kiss you if he were next to you, you know."

As Bharat spoke, Geeta felt a warmth spread through her. She imagined Gautam truly kissing her at that moment, and her pace unconsciously slowed, lost in the reverie.

“ What is he saying, but truly, when he comes again, I'll wear that dress.

 Or I'll wear it when I go. What are you doing there Goutham? 

You didn't even call today. At least I have Bharat with me. 

He's helping me with everything just like you said. 

I just need to help him with his tuition so he gets good marks.”

"Gautam Sir isn't really that much like an uncle, he's quite good," Bharat added, pulling her from her thoughts.

Geeta laughed. "Hey Bharat, that’s too much of word?"

"Oh, sorry Miss… I mean, Sir is a bit older, right?"

"Hmm…" Geeta conceded.

They reached home. Bharat opened the gate, and they stepped inside, stopping in front of the door. Geeta's key was in her handbag, and as she reached for it on her left shoulder, she bent slightly to place the grocery cover she was holding on the ground. As her shoulder lowered, the handbag slipped down, and with it, Geeta's saree pallu, which had been gracefully covering her, also slid away.

In that instant, the beauty that had been veiled for so long was unexpectedly revealed to Bharat's eyes. His pupils widened in surprise, and his heart rate quickened. As Geeta quickly pulled the pallu back up, her breasts touched each other with the movement of her hands, mangalsutra thread settling between cheese curves just before creating a visible cleavage. Her left breast jiggled slightly. 

Bharat, who had witnessed the fleeting scene, felt his throat go dry. He immediately looked away, embarrassment flooding his face.

Geeta, flustered and anxious, quickly covered herself with the pallu, secured her handbag, and straightened up. When she glanced at Bharat, he was staring intently towards Vimala's house, but a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.

“Oh no… what did I do? Why did this even happen? Did he see it or not?”

Looking at Bharat, it didn't seem like he had seen it, but Geeta's doubtful question lingered unanswered.

“Did he see it and then turn his face away? 

Damn… what is this? A pin would have solved it.”

Geeta had no definitive answer to whether he had seen it or not, and the unsettling assumption that he must have filled her with an overwhelming wave of shyness.

She unlocked the door, casting a shy and suspicious glance at Bharat before stepping inside. Bharat remained standing silently.

"Come inside, Bharat…" Geeta called.

"Yes, Miss…"

Geeta immediately retreated into the bedroom.

Seeing that Geeta had left the cover she was holding and gone inside, Bharat concluded she was embarrassed. He picked up the remaining grocery bag, came inside, and sat down. A slight tremor began in his legs.

He pressed his hands against his face, and what he had just seen flashed in his eyes again. As that image replayed in his mind, the tower that had already lost its signals received another powerful message. A flush of heat spread through him. He sat with his legs folded.

He looked towards Geeta's room; she still hadn't returned. He didn't know what to do.

“Why did I even look at Miss? It was some kind of mistake. 

Phew… I wonder what Miss thought, noticing that I looked. 

Should I say sorry? No… if she thinks I didn't see it, 

then I'll be admitting that I did. No…”

Meanwhile, Geeta had closed the door, adjusted her saree pallu, and secured it with a pin on her shoulder. But her nails biting thoughts refused to settle.

“I wonder what he thought. If he saw it, he's just a boy. 

How did I seem to him? Will his opinion of me change? 

Oh no, if he tells anyone. No, no, he won't tell, he's a good boy.”

She took a deep breath, composed her expression into a smile as if nothing untoward had happened, and opened the door. Bharat was still sitting there, deep in thought, fidgeting with his fingers. Seeing him like that, her anxiety resurfaced.

“Oh no, he must have seen it. Geeta, what have you done? 

You seem to have embarrassed the boy by mistake.”

As Geeta watched, Bharat immediately opened his bag and pulled out a book. He opened it, placed it on his lap, and began turning the pages. Geeta, feeling a semblance of calm return, went to sit next to him. 

Both silently agreed it was best to forget what had happened and act as if nothing had occurred. 

To ease Bharat's discomfort, Geeta initiated a conversation. He handed the book to her.

"Miss, can you tell me what I missed in these 2 days?" Bharat asked.

Though sincerity shone in Bharat's eyes, the book in his hand trembled slightly. Geeta took it and moved a little closer. As Bharat's shoulder brushed against her hand, a tremor, unlike anything she had felt before, ran through her from his touch today.

"Look, you missed these three parts of the classes," Geeta began. "It's difficult to explain everything now like I would in class. I'll explain two for each, you do the rest, and ask if you have doubts."

"Okay, Miss…" Bharat agreed.

Geeta began to explain, and Bharat listened intently. As time passed, Geeta felt that Bharat was subtly trying to maintain some distance for a reason she couldn't quite pinpoint. Moreover, he kept shifting and folding his legs, even placing a pad between them.

Noticing all this, an unwelcome suspicion crept into Geeta's mind. She became even more uncomfortable. She decided it would be better to keep some distance from Bharat in this situation.

"Bharat, would you like some snacks?" she offered.

"No thanks, Miss, I'm not hungry," he replied.

"It's not like that, just… I have some cookies that I bought at the shop earlier."

"Oh, Miss, I want tea, but never mind, why should you make tea now?" Bharat said, almost to himself.

"Oh, don't think like that. You keep doing this, I'll go make it."

Bharat watched Miss turn towards the kitchen. She wore a grey saree with a black blouse that made her milky white back glow even more. She always chose blouses with a back hook strap that came under her shoulder blades, which was why half of her back was beautifully captivating to those who looked from behind. He really liked the mole on her right shoulder blade. He strained to see if it would appear just once, but no, it remained hidden. She tucked the saree pallu in front of her navel, making careful pleats. Oh, that right side of her slender waist… words failed him. Since she had opened the door earlier, the life inside him felt like it wanted to burst out, and he didn't know how to stop it. His hands wouldn't stop, they were trembling.

Geeta returned with the tea. He sat on the sofa, took the cup without looking at her, and drank it while staring at the book. In his agitation, the hot, steaming tea touched his upper lip and scalded him. He flinched.

"Drink slowly, Bharat, it's hot," Geeta cautioned.

He blew on it and continued to drink, his mind still reeling from what had transpired. As the sweet taste of the tea touched his tongue, his mind calmed slightly.

"Miss, you know I can live just by drinking your tea," Bharat said, almost a whisper.

Geeta was overwhelmed. She looked at Bharat's face with a smile, playfully twirling a strand of hair around her finger with her left hand, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Oh, Bharat, you always say that."

"Your tea always tastes this good."

"That's enough," Geeta chuckled. "Study."


The last vestiges of daylight surrendered to the encroaching dusk, painting the sky in hues of deep indigo. Inside, Bharat, ever diligent, delved deeper into his studies, his mind grappling with complex subjects. The rhythmic clinking of dishes from the kitchen signaled Geetha's presence, her hands busy with the evening's clean-up.

A sudden stiffness in his legs prompted Bharat to rise. He gravitated towards the kitchen, pausing at the doorway. "Miss, do you need help?" he offered, his voice a quiet inquiry.

Geetha, without missing a beat, responded, "You study, Bharat, I'll manage."

Yet, Bharat remained, his gaze lingering on her waist and back as she continued her chore. 

"Go on, go study. Why are you still here?" Geetha prompted, a hint of amusement in her tone.

"My legs felt numb from sitting for so long, so I'm just standing like this for a bit," he replied, a casual excuse.

Just then, a bowl slipped from Geetha's grasp, clattering to the floor. Bharat instinctively knelt, retrieving it swiftly and handing it back to her. Geetha took it, her eyes momentarily meeting his in a fleeting, shy glance.

"Why isn't sir calling today?" Bharat asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"He's very busy, Bharat. He hasn't been talking properly for four days," Geetha explained, a touch of concern in her voice.

"Oh…" Bharat murmured, his interest piqued. He shifted a little closer, leaning against the back wall, his right hand resting on his head. "He'll call once his work is done, Miss…"

"Hmm…" Geetha hummed in agreement.

"Miss, I'm leaving," Bharat announced, a sense of finality in his tone.

"You could stay a bit longer, couldn't you, Bharat?" Geetha surprised him by asking, her voice softer than before. She finished her washing, rinsing her hands and drying them with the corner of her saree. "All right, go. Don't waste time playing phone games when you get home, understand?"

"Yes, Miss," Bharat affirmed. He then placed his hands gently on her shoulders, offering a silent, reassuring gesture.

"If I don't see an improvement in your studies, I'll stop tutoring you," Geetha warned, though her expression softened.

"No, Miss, I'll study," he promised, his voice earnest.

"Good… Go home carefully," she advised.

"Hmm… Bye, Miss," he said, turning to leave, the quiet domestic scene lingering in the air.

=

The night air was thick with the scent of jasmine as Gautham's call broke the quiet. 

"Hello, Geetha," he greeted, his voice a warm hum.

"Yes, tell me," Geetha replied, her tone soft with a hint of fatigue.

"Are you asleep?" he asked, a smile audible in his words.

"Not yet," she yawned, stretching. "Did you see the dress photos I sent?"

A beat of silence. "Oh, I haven't seen them," Gautham admitted, a note of surprise in his voice.

Geetha's voice took on a playful edge. "It's been four days! I sent them so you could tell me which one you liked, and you haven't even looked."

"I was busy, Geetha, I forgot," he said, a touch of sheepishness in his tone.

"It's okay," she relented. "Just see now and tell me."

"Who took the photos?" Gautham inquired.

"Bharat came with me," Geetha replied simply.

"The white dress looks good," he declared after a moment, his voice deepening slightly.

"Oh, really?" Geetha's surprise was evident. "Bharat said the same."

A chuckle rumbled through the phone. "Oh my, the boy enjoyed himself then."

Geetha's brow furrowed. "Why did you say that?"

"In that dress," Gautham began, his voice laced with amusement, "oh, see how tight things are looking."

Geetha pulled up the photo, and a blush crept up her neck. The "V" shaped neckline of the dress indeed highlighted her cleavage, making her feel suddenly exposed. A wave of shyness washed over her, and she remembered the fleeting, charged moments from earlier that evening, a small smile playing on her lips. "Ugh, stop ya... that's all you men look at."

Gautham's laughter filled the line. "Well, you must have made that boy quite uncomfortable, but what's wrong with that? He probably enjoyed seeing his sexy teacher."

"Will you stop now?" Geetha retorted, a hint of genuine indignation in her voice. "Bharat isn't like that, he's a good boy. Besides, I covered myself with chunni."

"Good or bad, men will be men, my cutie," Gautham mused, then abruptly fell silent, as if questioning his own words.

"Do you know what else he said?" Geetha continued, a mischievous glint in her eye as she recounted the evening. "He said if you were here, you would have kissed me."

"Oh, why did he say that?" Gautham's tone was sharper now, a flicker of something unreadable in his voice.

"Meaning?" Geetha prodded, sensing a shift.

"I don't know, he's a good boy, right? And your favorite student." Gautham's voice was laced with an odd blend of sarcasm and something else she couldn't quite decipher.

"I don't understand," she admitted, genuinely perplexed.

Gautham laughed, a rich, deep sound. "Did he say 'I'll kiss you,' or did he want to kiss you?"

Geetha felt a hot flush spread across her face, her embarrassment deepening. The casual intimacy of the photo conversation had been one thing, but this was entirely another. "Stop it! Who talks to their wife like that?"

"Hahaha... I was just joking," Gautham said, his laughter subsiding.

"Haav..." Geetha yawned again, a sound of genuine exhaustion.

"Are you sleepy?" he asked, his voice softening.

"Of course," she mumbled.

"Okay, go to sleep," Gautham said, his voice now gentle and loving. "I'll call in the morning."
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The college day dawned, and as the children rose in unison, their voices chimed, "Good morning, Miss!"

"Good morning, have a seat," Geetha replied, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

Two girls, their eyes wide with admiration, gazed at the blackboard. "Look, how nice the dress is," one exclaimed.

"Yes, the dress is so simple, but the design is so heavy. Oh my, where did miss buy it?" the other wondered aloud.

"When I go to higher college, I'll wear dresses like this too," the first declared, a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Oh... but you're not as beautiful as her," the second teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

"So are you?" the first retorted, a hint of challenge in her voice.

Geetha placed her book on the table, drawing their attention. "Alright everyone, take out your papers. I'll give you a five-question test."

Harish nudged Bharat's shoulder. "Hey, did you study?"

Bharat, his gaze fixed on the desk, mumbled, "I don't know, man, I'll write whatever comes to mind. I practiced a few yesterday."

"What's up today? Chin up you moron" Harish whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. " Look at miss? She looks super in that churidar."

Bharat's head shot up, his eyes widening with a sudden, hopeful intensity. He was taken aback, as if the truth of Harish's words had just struck him. His pupils dilated, much like camera lenses adjusting to a new focus. Geetha, a vision in a vibrant yellow churidar with a matching net dupatta, was turned to the side, her hand gracefully writing questions on the board. She wore delicate chain earrings, bangles adorned with intricate gota work shimmered on her wrists, and high-heeled sandals complimented her ensemble.

Bharat found it hard to believe his eyes. As she raised her hand to write, the subtle curve of her bosom became visible from his vantage point, just below her shoulder. And as she moved, the churidar leggings accentuated the gentle curves of her thighs, making them resemble plump, inviting bread buns.

Just as Geetha began to turn, Bharat swiftly lowered his head, feigning concentration. 

Geetha, however, caught the movement and smiled fondly to herself, a knowing twinkle in her eyes.

Everyone was engrossed in copying the questions from the board. When Bharat finally had to look up to continue writing, Geetha's gaze met his. A small, mischievous smile played on her lips, sending a shiver down Bharat's spine. The pen slipped from his trembling fingers, clattering to the floor.

Geetha's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched him. Mesmerized by her star-like gaze, he remained still, unable to pick up the pen. Only when Geetha turned back to the board did he shift his gaze, bend down under the bench, and retrieve his pen.

"Alright!" Geetha announced, her voice bright. "Everyone write these down quickly. I'll start the test in another five minutes."

A flurry of scribbling filled the classroom as everyone hastened to copy the questions.

Bharat, too, was diligently writing when he realized, with a surge of pleasure, that these were the very questions Geetha had personally helped him practice the day before. He glanced at her, a pleased smile on his face.

Geetha returned his smile, then subtly pointed to the paper on the bench below, a silent signal for him to continue writing.

Three minutes later, the test began.


=


During lunchtime, after finishing his meal, Bharat made his way to the toilet, but paused near the staff room. The murmur of voices and the clinking of cutlery drifted from within, indicating the teachers were enjoying their lunch. Standing a little distance from the door, he subtly peeked inside, his eyes scanning the room with a thousand unspoken questions, searching for Geetha. He spotted her, seated next to Ramya teacher on the other side, engaged in conversation.

Geetha looked at Bharat, eating and smiling. As soon as Geetha saw him, he flinched and quickly slipped away from there.

Engrossed in her conversation with Ramya, Geetha momentarily dismissed Bharat from her thoughts. Then, a memory from the previous day surfaced, and after a brief internal debate, she decided to voice her curiosity.

"Yesterday, you with that Ganesh...?" Geetha began, her voice tinged with inquiry.

Ramya, a flicker of nervousness crossing her features, quickly and playfully squeezed Geetha's left hand. Geetha gently pulled her hand away, freeing it. Ramya leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Please, let's talk about that outside."

"Hmm..." Geetha sighed, a thoughtful expression on her face.

In evening, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Ramya and Geetha settled into a cozy corner of the coffee shop. Ramya, a hint of nervousness playing on her lips, offered Geetha a faint smile before heading to counter to get their drinks. Returning with two steaming cups, she took a seat, her heart thumping a little faster than usual.

"Ramya," Geetha began, her voice low, "I overheard what you did in the staff room."

Instantly, a surge of panic shot through Ramya. She reached across the table, urgently grasping both of Geetha's hands. "Please don't tell anyone," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

Geetha's grip was reassuring. "No, no, I won't tell. Trust me. But why? Do you know him from before?"

Ramya's shoulders relaxed, a sigh escaping her lips. She picked up her cup, taking a slow sip of the warm coffee. "Ganesh is my classmate. We were good friends, however he had feelings for me. Back then, I didn't even realize it."

Geetha nodded, her expression conveying a silent, "Is that so?" as she drank her own coffee.

"But Geetha," Ramya continued, her voice tinged with a familiar sadness, "I told you, didn't I, that I gave birth to my daughter too late?"

"Yes," Geetha affirmed gently.

"That's it, Geetha. My husband doesn't pay attention to me properly. There are fights, and it feels like I have no one at home except my daughter. What can I say? My pain is my own."

A pause hung between them, broken only by the clinking of cups. "But isn't it wrong to hang out with another man like this?" Geetha ventured.

"May be," Ramya conceded, her gaze distant. "But no, I didn't feel that way. Ganesh is happy with me; he knows all my preferences. I thought it's not wrong to spend time with someone you feel comfortable with." It seemed there's nothing wrong with what she's saying, Geetha mused silently.

"Then why did you go so secretly with him yesterday evening?" Geetha's question hung in the air.

Ramya's eyes, previously filled with nervousness, now held a hint of shyness. She fell silent, taking another long drink of her coffee.

"Tell me?" Geetha prompted gently.

Ramya fidgeted, her gaze dropping to her cup. "How do I tell you, Geetha? Please understand. My folks weren't home yesterday. I spent a night with Ganesh."

Geetha's eyes widened. "Spending a night means, where did you go?"

"What's wrong, Geetha?" Ramya asked, a flicker of exasperation in her tone. "You're acting like you don't know anything. You are a married woman yaar. After a long time, I..."

Geetha gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise. "No, this is too wrong. I didn't think you'd do so much!"

"Geetha, please," Ramya pleaded, her voice softening. "Why are you so anxious? These things are common nowadays. We made it safe. And it's my personal. I'm just telling you because we're friends. I enjoyed it."

"What about your husband then?" Geetha's voice was barely a whisper.

"It's because he wasn't doing his part that I proceeded this way. But Ganesh, I like him," Ramya stated, a touch of defiance in her voice.

Just as Geetha's curiosity about Ramya grew, Ramya, with equal curiosity, turned the tables. "Tell me, Geetha, your husband isn't here, right? Don't you have a boyfriend?"

The question, delivered just as Geetha was taking a sip of her coffee, caused her to choke in shock. She coughed, sputtering. "Uh-huh... Ih-him..."

"Tell me, Geetha?" Ramya pressed, a playful glint in her eyes.

Geetha stammered, "No, I don't like such things."

"Hey..." Ramya chuckled, "Why are you looking like that? I just asked casually."

Geetha managed a noncommittal "Hmm..."

"You're so beautiful, sexy, and you catch all boys attention in our college. I feel jealous looking at you. You think you walk by, and no one looks and follows you?" Ramya continued, her gaze lingering on Geetha.

"It's nothing like that," Geetha mumbled, her cheeks beginning to flush.

"Tell me the truth. Do you like sex?" The words hung in the air, making Geetha acutely uncomfortable. She felt a wave of shyness wash over her, rendering her speechless.


"Hey, what are you thinking? Tell me, it's true, isn't it?" Ramya persisted, seemingly oblivious to Geetha's discomfort. "Otherwise, why would you dress up so sensuously? Your clothes, the saree you wear, they're so beautiful, your selection is on point"

"Please stop. You're making me uncomfortable," Geetha said, her voice strained.

"Truly, Geetha, why did you wear that dress today? For whom?" Ramya's voice was soft, yet piercing.

Upon hearing that, Geetha felt the ground beneath her feet give way. The thought that she had worn it for Bharath made her incredibly shy. A deep blush crept up her neck and stained her cheeks.

Ramya noticed it and chuckled softly. "Tell me, I've been seeing for the past week, you're putting a rose in your hair. Who's giving to you?"

"No," Geetha quickly replied, her voice still a little breathless, "there's a tree on my way here that blossoms, and I pick them myself."

"Alright," Ramya said, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Shall we go?" Geetha asked, eager to escape the increasingly personal conversation.

"Okay, see you tomorrow," Ramya replied, her smile lingering.


“The warmth of home enveloped me as I stepped inside. The day's dust and weariness washed away with cool water on my face and feet, and soon, the familiar clinking of cups announced the ritual of tea-making. A strange thought fluttered through my mind: Did I really pay that much attention to my clothes? I’d always assumed men's admiration was just a given if I looked presentable. But Ramya's unexpected declaration of jealousy caught me off guard. Perhaps Bharat was right; maybe these churidars truly did flatter me.

He had seen me in class today. What had he thought then, and what would he say now that I was home? That other day, he'd practically showered me with compliments, even calling me cute. The chai simmered, its aroma filling the kitchen, and an undeniable urge to see myself, to truly look, pulled me towards the mirror.

There I stood, the churidar clinging softly. The top fell below my knees, the V-neck, deep enough to be revealing if the dupatta wasn't there. A blush crept up my neck as I remembered Bharat's gaze yesterday – that intense, wordless look that had made me feel both shy and strangely, thrillingly, mischievous. What had he truly meant by it?

               I poured the chai into a cup, the steam curling invitingly. My dupatta, ever so gracefully, slipped from my shoulder, dbanging itself across my hands, a silken obstacle. A naughty thought, like a secret whisper, took root in my mind. What if I were to remove this dupatta? What if, when Bharat arrived, the curve of my neck, the bare skin below, captivated him even more than his usual academic focus? He hadn't said a word yesterday. Perhaps a little teasing today would do the trick, especially since he was bound to ace his test anyway.”

Geetha untied her dupatta and laid it carefully in the bedroom. A sigh escaped her lips as she settled onto the living room sofa, a cup of steaming tea by her side, and a stack of test papers waiting to be corrected. Just then, a voice from the doorway made her look up.

“Miss, may I come in?” It was Bharat.

A faint smile touched Geetha’s lips, and she motioned him in. Bharat entered, his gaze lingering on her. A wave of contentment washed over him, seeing her still in that dress. His eyes then fell upon the stack of test papers, and a familiar dread stirred within him.

Geetha rose and walked towards the kitchen, and Bharat’s eyes followed her, captivated. As her hips swayed gracefully, a similar sway seemed to take hold of Bharat. She reheated the freshly brewed tea, her movements slow, a hint of nervousness in her demeanor as she brought it back to him.

Geetha’s mind raced with unspoken questions.

She stopped in front of Bharat, bending slightly. “Here, Bharat, take the tea,” she said, placing the cup on the tea stand before him. Bharat, seemingly distracted, pulled a book from his bag, set it aside, and then his gaze returned to Geetha.

He instantly froze.

Without her dupatta, and as she bent in her V-neck top, the valley between her ‘hillocks’ was deeply revealed. Her braid, while falling over one shoulder, did little to obscure the view. A bead of sweat, glistening, traced a path down her neck and disappeared into shadows of golden curves in her cleavage. 

He stared, unblinking, until Geetha straightened up.

“What are you looking at, Bharat?” Geetha asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Nothing, Miss,” he mumbled, averting his gaze and quickly reaching for his tea.

Geetha chuckled softly. “Oh!... Drink slowly, Bharat.”

“Hmm.”

As Bharat drank, his left hand instinctively went down, adjusting his pajamas. Geetha noticed the distinct tent-like bulge that had formed. A shiver, unexpected and sharp, ran down her spine. She found herself unable to stand still.

Unaware of Geetha’s observation, Bharat continued to sip his tea. Geetha, flustered, retreated to the kitchen. She took a deep, steadying breath, drank some water, and willed herself to compose.

Oh dear… I disturbed him.

After a few moments, she returned and settled onto the sofa beside Bharat.

“Thanks, Miss,” Bharat said.

“For what?”

“For wearing this dress for me.”

Geetha’s expression remained neutral. “Not for you. I just felt like wearing it.”

Bharat’s face fell instantly. “Oh, okay, Miss.”

“How do I look?” Geetha prodded.

“Miss, I told you that day, didn’t I? You look very beautiful, no matter what dress you wear.”

“I’m not asking about some other dress. Tell me about this dress?”

Bharat hesitated, and Geetha noticed his discomfort. He lowered his head. “No, Miss, you’ll hit me.” Geetha’s gaze flickered down to him again; the bulge was still there. Her shyness intensified, but so did a surprising sense of curiosity that he was still ‘swaying’ like that.

“Tell me, what happened?” Geetha urged.

Oh!… What will he say…

“Miss, you have good breasts,” muttered innocent not knowing to put proper words.

Geetha was stunned. Her eyes widened as she stared at Bharat’s face. He flinched, moving slightly away. She had not expected such a blunt statement.

“What?… What did you say?”

“Sorry, Miss… Forgive me.”

“No, tell me again what you said?”

“That, Miss, your…” he faltered, “…are good.” Bharat gripped the sofa handle, fear etched on his face. But to his surprise, Geetha’s response was unexpected, almost intimate.

“Thanks, Bharat.”

“Miss, aren’t you angry?”

“Why? You just praised me, right?”

A few moments of silence stretched between them.

Geetha, a subtle pleasure emanating from her, shifted a little closer. “Bharat, seriously, will Gautam Sir really kiss me in this dress?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Then what about you?” She teased.

“I would kiss…” he bit his tongue, realizing his slip. “Oh!… No… No.”

Geetha was shocked. She reached out and playfully pinched Bharat’s arm just below his shoulder.

“Aaa.sh… Miss, sorry…” Bharat laughed, a nervous tremor in his voice.

Geetha, blushing but feigning anger, retorted, “I thought you were a good boy, but you’re such a naughty boy…” She pinched him again.

“Miss, let go please. It hurts.”

She released him.

“All right, study. I have to correct papers.” Geetha moved to another sofa and resumed her work. An hour passed in quiet study. Bharat eventually got up to drink some water. Geetha, unable to suppress her excitement, glanced at Bharat again. The bulge was gone. She assumed his attention had shifted and continued with her papers. Meanwhile, Bharat immersed himself in other subjects, occasionally asking Geetha small doubts, which she patiently answered.

“Miss, I’m leaving now.”

“If you want, stay a bit longer.”

“No, Miss.”

“All right, go.”

Bharat rose, packed his bag, and as he reached the doorway, he turned back.

“What? Did you forget anything?” Geetha asked.

A smile played on his lips. “Miss, will you give me tea every day in the way like today?”

“Go, naughty fellow…” Geetha said, shyly throwing a pen at him.

Bharat laughed and walked out.

“When Bharat said that to me so suddenly, it made my body tingle. 

It felt like he didn’t just want to kiss me, but somewhere within me,

 and my ‘parts’ felt heavy. Why did I become so familiar with him? 

Still, it feels good when he’s mischievous with me like this.”

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To be continued………

[Naga240]

Super update, increasing heat in story

[Haran000]

Super update, increasing heat in story

Thanx bro.

[Sage_69]

Excellent. Loved the story. So many characters, so much potential. Hope for a good development.