Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[Jayam Ramana]

Both should feed the food to each other making her sit in his lap. He should fuck her in every room of the house and every time she roam around she should remember only the mating with Prakash.

[kira2358]

Great narration as always.
To ur question, I guess Prakash is preferred because it is bit more alluring. But I wouldn't mind story developing on multiple fronts.

[jroy1984]

Story Update ? — Quick Question for You All

Okay I need to ask something ?

Most of you are clearly obsessed with Prakash ??

Is it only him you want to see more of? Or do you think we can shift the heat a bit towards Raj too?

(Just letting you know: next few episodes will include Raj. Can’t avoid that. You’ll have to live with him for a while ?)


I’ve been noticing your reactions, and honestly I love how invested some of you are — just want to shape this journey right with you.

The Raj track is about to get more intense — not filler, real heat. Let’s see if it changes how you feel about him.

Reply or message me — curious to hear your thoughts!

First bring out the dominant part of prakash and then bring in Raj.. Prakash sneaked into her bedroom and spent the night!

[Vijay42]

Story Update ? — Quick Question for You All

Okay I need to ask something ?

Most of you are clearly obsessed with Prakash ??

Is it only him you want to see more of? Or do you think we can shift the heat a bit towards Raj too?

(Just letting you know: next few episodes will include Raj. Can’t avoid that. You’ll have to live with him for a while ?)


I’ve been noticing your reactions, and honestly I love how invested some of you are — just want to shape this journey right with you.

The Raj track is about to get more intense — not filler, real heat. Let’s see if it changes how you feel about him.

Reply or message me — curious to hear your thoughts!

Let Pavithra have intercourse with anyone who wants

Arjun, Prakash, Raj and many more .... But it would be nice if Pavithra had intercourse once at the discretion of Prakash

I believe that readers will be full....

This is only my opinion

[val.coutinho]

Story Update ? — Quick Question for You All

Okay I need to ask something ?

Most of you are clearly obsessed with Prakash ??

Is it only him you want to see more of? Or do you think we can shift the heat a bit towards Raj too?

(Just letting you know: next few episodes will include Raj. Can’t avoid that. You’ll have to live with him for a while ?)


I’ve been noticing your reactions, and honestly I love how invested some of you are — just want to shape this journey right with you.

The Raj track is about to get more intense — not filler, real heat. Let’s see if it changes how you feel about him.

Reply or message me — curious to hear your thoughts!

Dear Sir/Madam
Sorry to write the above line as not sure your male or female....
I think Pavitra has found her new self.... Let her be the new one.... Let her enjoy wild and passionate sex maybe in the next one or two updates with Prakash.... Then you can bring Raj in.... I think you can add a twist with Raj taking Pavitra with him for the registry work instead of his wife...... May be there they can get intimate and have wild sex with some domination from Raj which will bring out the slutty side of Pavitra......
I know Raj being a character close to Pavitra and her husband in the story can't ignore him not getting a chance with Pavitra.... Pavitra is getting hotter and hotter as the updates are coming..... 
Well registry thing was just an imaginary scene build by me.... I hope I have not offended you... It's your story and I know you will do justice to it..... Please don't get offended by the suggestion...... 

[val.coutinho]

Great update.....
You writing is out of the world.... There's so much expression.....
Prakash is going to get just more than chicken curry and rice for dinner.....
Yes I'm sure he's going going to get the tasty pussy of Pavitra

[sexypreeti]

Story Update ? — Quick Question for You All

Okay I need to ask something ?

Most of you are clearly obsessed with Prakash ??

Is it only him you want to see more of? Or do you think we can shift the heat a bit towards Raj too?

(Just letting you know: next few episodes will include Raj. Can’t avoid that. You’ll have to live with him for a while ?)


I’ve been noticing your reactions, and honestly I love how invested some of you are — just want to shape this journey right with you.

The Raj track is about to get more intense — not filler, real heat. Let’s see if it changes how you feel about him.

Reply or message me — curious to hear your thoughts!

You had already set the stage for Raj earlier on... We would love to see her enjoy with both...separately...1x1...not group sex...

[yazhiniram]

I went straight to the bathroom.

Didn’t wait.

Didn’t sit.

Didn’t pause.

Just walked.


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The towel was hanging loose now.

Not fresh anymore.

Damp from inside.

Edges folding, weight pulling it down.

One tug and it opened.


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I unwrapped it slow.

Dropped it beside the bucket.

Didn’t fold.

Didn’t care.

Just let it fall.


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Naked body under the light.

Chest rising.

Thighs parted.

Stomach soft.

I turned the tap.


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Cold water came.

First drop hit my back.

I shivered.

Shoulders pulled in.

But I didn’t stop.


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Palms under the stream.

Cupped water.

Poured it over chest.

Then arms.

Then stomach.


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Let it run between my legs.

Washed off the stickiness.

Not just outside.

Even inside.

That leftover ache.


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Soap was small.

Half-used.

Edges soft.

I lathered it.

Rubbed arms first.


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Then breasts.

Slowly.

One at a time.

Lifted each one.

Washed under the curve.


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My nipples stayed stiff.

Touching palm.

Brushing.

But I ignored.

Didn’t let it grow.


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Bent forward.

Washed thighs.

Knees.

Ankles.

And between legs.


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My cunt was sore.

Not from touch.

From want.

Like it had waited too long.

I cleaned it gently.


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Rinsed everything.

Let water run from neck to toe.

Till I felt new.

Clean.

Lighter.


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I stepped out.

Didn’t waste time.

Took towel — this time fresh one.

Wrapped it.

Tight.


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Went straight to kitchen.

Body still damp.

Feet leaving marks on floor.

And the smell hit me.

Right away.


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Chicken gravy.

Rich smell.

Pepper.

Tomato.

Onion.

That thick, spicy oil floating on top.


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I stirred it gently.

Meat was soft.

Gravy was dark.

Curry leaves floating.

Right smell.

Right texture.


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I turned off the gas.

Covered it with lid.

Done.

Perfect.

I smiled. Small one.


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Now — clothes.

I walked to bedroom.

Opened cupboard.

Stood there for two minutes.

Looking.


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So many sarees.

Some bright.

Some heavy.

But I didn’t want all that.

Not tonight.


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I picked black.

Plain border.

Soft cotton.

Felt nice on skin.

Breathable.


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Black blouse.

Elbow sleeve.

Simple.

Petticoat — same shade.

Cotton panty.

Black bra.


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Wore panty first.

Pulled it high.

Then petticoat.

Tied knot tight.

Bra — hooks at back.


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Adjusted cups.

Tied blouse.

Checked neck.

Tucked saree.

Folded pleats.


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Pleats neat.

Pallu high.

Pinned it.

Not loose.

No mistake today.


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Hair — combed once.

Tied back.

Loose knot.

No clip.

Simple.


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I stood in front of mirror.

Checked once.

Neckline — safe.

Pallu — strong.

Only small hip curve on left.


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That’s okay.

Not too much.

Just clean.

Modest.

Sharp.


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I smiled at my own face.

Then patted my head.

In the mirror.

Soft tap.

“Good girl,” I whispered.


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I walked to hall.

Sat slowly on sofa.

Legs crossed.

One sigh left from chest.

Peaceful.


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Clock said 7:15.

I picked up my phone.

Dialed.

“Hello, akka?”


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“Hmm?”

“Food is ready. You can come.”

“Why you took so much headache, Pavi?”

Her voice came soft.

“We could’ve just ordered something.”


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“No no.”

I smiled.

Shook my head.

“I wanted to cook. You just come. Chicken gravy is ready.”


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“Okay, okay. Five minutes.”

I ended the call.

Placed phone down.

Adjusted saree near knee.

Pulled pallu over shoulder.


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Fan moved slowly above.

My body had cooled.

But my mind stayed alert.

Quiet.

Balanced.


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Ten minutes passed.

Doorbell rang.

I stood.

Walked.

Opened door.


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It was Radhika akka.

She smiled.


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I opened door wide.

“Come, akka.”

She stepped in.

Looked around.

“Raj anna?”


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“Coming in five minutes,” she said.

Removed slippers.

“Sit, akka. I’ll get water.”

I turned toward the kitchen.

Calm.

Clean.

Ready.


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Radhika took the glass with both hands.

Sipped slowly.

Her pallu slipped from one shoulder. She pulled it back.

Gold bangles made a light sound.

She let out one tired sigh through her nose.


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I sat beside her.

My knees together, palms on thighs.

I smoothed my saree down carefully.

Just habit.

Even though it wasn’t wrinkled.


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“Travel was okay, akka?”

I asked gently.

She nodded.

Same thing as Raj said.

Tired. Car travel. Long.


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I smiled.

“But you look fresh.”

Just teasing.

She gave one tired smile.

“Fresh? I look like rice bag now.”


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I was about to say something back—

But the doorbell rang again.

That small ding-dong.

Soft, but sharp inside the quiet hall.

Akka started to rise.


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“I’ll open—”

“No,” I said quickly.

My palm touched her knee.

“Sit. I’ll go.”

She nodded and leaned back.


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I stood.

Walked quickly to the door.

Didn’t peek.

Just opened it gently.

It was him.


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Raj.

Same relaxed face.

Same sleepy eyes.

But sharp underneath.

He walked in slow.


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As he passed me, he said it.

Very soft.

Under breath.

“You look nice.”

That low voice.


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No drama.

But it hit.

In my stomach.

One jump.

Like something fluttered inside.


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My cheeks warmed.

Blood came up.

Did akka hear?

I didn’t know.

I didn’t check.


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I bit my lip.

Lightly.

Followed him back to hall.

He sat down.

Corner of sofa.


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One leg crossed.

Leaning back.

Relaxed like he was in his own house.

I said, “Come. Let’s eat. Food is hot.”

He didn’t move.


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“Wait,” akka said.

She stood.

Pointed toward the attached bathroom.

“Let me use the restroom first.”

“Okay, akka,” I said.


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She walked off.

Closed the door behind.

Now it was just me.

And him.

Quiet again.


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I sat on the other end.

Slowly.

Not close.

Opposite corner of the same sofa.


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He turned his head.

Grin already forming.

Teasing one.

Small.

But strong.


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“So,” he said.

“When did you change your saree?”

My eyes widened a little.

“What?”


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“Saree,” he said again.

His eyes dropped.

To my waist.

“My eyes saw a different one earlier.”


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I looked at him sharply.

“Why are you asking that?”

But my stomach already knew.

Why.


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He saw.

That earlier saree.

Pallu kept slipping.

Right side open too much.

Blouse too short.


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If I turned too far — breast was showing.

He saw.

Now he’s teasing.

I knew.

He knew.


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I smiled.

Didn’t say anything.

Let it pass.

He was watching my silence.

Eyes playful.


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“Radhika is here,” I reminded.

Like warning.

He leaned back more.

“So what?”

He said.

“Let her be here. Old aunty she is.”


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I looked at him with disbelief.

“Ayyyo. Now you're acting like young boy ah?”

He grinned.

“No. I didn’t say I’m young. I said she’s old.”


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I narrowed my eyes.

“Okay then. Who you want now? College girl? Office lady? What’s your age, tell.”

He didn’t answer.


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He just winked.

Slow one.

“You know whom I want.”

My breath paused.

Body still.


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Before I could speak—

He added, “Still young enough for college girls also, I’m telling you.”

I shook my head.

Blushing.

Tried to hide it.


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“Anna… you’re becoming something,” I murmured.

But I couldn’t stop my smile.

It came.

Without control.


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He stood up.

Suddenly.

Slow.

Not loud.

Not fast.

But like signal.


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He started walking.

Toward me.

Step by step.

My eyes didn’t move.

My chest did.


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One soft inhale.

Then another.

Akka was still inside.

Door shut.

Fan sound only.


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He didn’t stop.

Eyes only on me.

Body calm.

But gaze — full heat.

Not joking now.


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I sat still.

Didn’t move away.

But my heart—

It had already started.

That fast beat.

Right under blouse.


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He came closer.

And closer.

I could smell his shirt.

That faint sweat and soap mix.

It entered my breath.


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His foot touched edge of carpet.

My hand gripped sofa edge.

Softly.

My thighs pressed together without thinking.

I didn’t blink.


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He was in front of me now.

Almost.

Just one more step left.

And my whole body was waiting.

Not asking.

Just waiting.


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Raj came and stood in front of me.

Quietly.

Without sound.

But close.

Blocking the ceiling light.


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His shadow came across my lap.

Like a cover.

I looked up.

Face tilted slightly.

Neck straightening.


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Before I could speak—

One finger.

Just one.

Came near my chin.

Touched gently.


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He lifted my face.

Slow.

Soft.

Eyes watching my eyes.

Like he was searching something.


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“Hmm?” I raised one eyebrow.

My lips curved slightly.

“What now, anna?”

Voice light.

Playing.


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“You became dentist or what? Want to check my teeth alignment ah?”

One small smile escaped me.

That teasing kind.

He didn’t laugh.

But his smile deepened.


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Quiet smile.

Warm.

Settled on his lips like secret.

“No,” he said.

Still holding my chin.


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“I’m checking if this smile is real…”

His eyes didn’t move.

“...or just for show.”


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I let out one laugh.

Through nose.

Quick breath.

“You’ve started talking like those cinema heroes now,” I said.

Little amused.

Little warm.


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He didn’t answer.

But his other hand came.

Down.

Found mine.

Rested over softly.


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“Come,” he said.

Voice low.

Only between us.

“Stand up.”


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I hesitated.

Just a second.

Then I let him pull.

His hand was firm.

Not rough.


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I stood.

Saree moved against my leg.

One pleat fell slightly out.

I adjusted it with my fingers.

Still holding his hand.


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“Anna, what’s all this?” I asked.

Eyebrows lifted.

Pretending serious.

“You came here for dinner or to rehearse for some stand-up comedy?”


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He tilted his head.

Half-smiling.

“Why not both?”


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I smiled.

Bit the inside of my cheek.

Didn’t reply.

He didn’t let go of my hand.


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His other hand moved.

Lower.

Slow.

Fingers brushing my waist.

Not grabbing. Just testing.


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A small tug.

Near pleats.

Like he was feeling the fabric.

Not pulling.

Just touching.


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“Now what?” I whispered.

Voice quiet.

Amused.

“Doing saree inspection also, uh?”


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“Hmm.” He answered without looking up.

“Just checking the cloth. Looks soft.”


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“Cloth?” I asked.

Smiling wider.

“Or skin underneath?”


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His eyes came back to mine.

Sharp.

Teasing.

Then his hand slid.

Brushed my hip.


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Palm open.

Just resting.

Holding like familiar thing.

Like memory.

Not new.


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My face changed.

I could feel it.

Neck warmed.

Cheeks warmed.

I didn’t stop it.


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He saw.

That slight tension.

That small shift in my breath.

But he didn’t press.

He just held.


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“This black saree suits you,” he said.

Like comment.

Not flirt.

But still made my skin react.


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“Why?” I asked.

Voice still soft.

Still pretending nothing.

“What’s special in black?”


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He looked at my waist.

“Black and orange is always best match.”


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I blinked once.

Then I got it.

Orange.

My skin.

His eyes saw colour.

Not just cloth.


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My heart fluttered.

Tiny, strange jump.

I looked away.

Laughed softly.

Shy sound.


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“You’ve become too much, anna…”

I said it lightly.

But it came from deep.


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Then—

Click.

The bathroom lock.

Turning.

We both heard.

Same time.


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I moved—

But too slow.

His hand gave one quick squeeze.

Right on my hip.

Sharp.

Firm.


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“Aahh!”

It came from me.

Too loud.

Too fast.

Not shout.

Not word.

But moan.


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I froze.

So did he.

Then he let go.

Hand vanished.

Face turned calm.


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He walked.

Slow.

To the sofa.

Sat like nothing.

But I saw.

Corner of his mouth.

Twitching.


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I shook my head.

Lips tight.

Trying not to laugh.

I sat too.

Whispered low—

“That fear… should always be there, anna.”


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He didn’t turn.

Smiled without showing teeth.

“Only when needed,” he said.


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The bathroom door opened.

Radhika akka came out.

Wiping hands on pallu.

Face fresh.

Eyes moving.


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She looked at us.

Both of us.

Sitting.

Too silent.

Too smiling.


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“What’s this?” she asked.

One eyebrow up.

Playful voice.

“Both of you are smiling like something happened. What I missed?”


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I cleared throat.

“Nothing, akka. Just raj anna’s jokes only.”


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She narrowed her eyes.

“Hmm. Raj’s jokes are never clean, I know that much.”


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Raj laughed.

Face pure.

Pretending.

“See how they blame me for everything.”


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“Because you’re always guilty,” akka said.

She sat down.

Her bangles made noise.

I looked down.

Smiled quietly.

Heartbeat still not normal.


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“Okay, come,” I said softly.

Standing.

Hands on thighs.

I smoothed the saree once.

“Let’s eat before it gets cold.”


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They both got up behind me.

I walked first.

Light steps.

To the dining corner.

Three chairs.


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Raj anna took the far seat.

Near the window.

Same side he always takes.

He sat easily.

Legs stretched.


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I took the opposite.

Across him.

Facing straight.

Radhika akka came next.

She sat in the middle.


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One plate each.

I served rice first.

Soft, white, hot.

Steam rising.

Then chicken gravy.


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Dark brown.

Thick.

Red oil shining on top.

Smell strong — pepper, ginger, masala.

It filled the air.


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“Smells good, Pavi,” akka said.

She smiled.

Voice tired but kind.

“Thanks, akka,” I smiled back.

Sitting down again.


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We started eating.

Raj dipped rice in gravy.

First bite slow.

Chewing.

Head tilted slightly.


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“Slightly spicy,” he said.

“But perfect.”

“Hmm.” I nodded.

“I kept it little strong today.”


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Then silence.

No talking.

Only soft eating sounds.

Bangles clinking.

Spoons touching steel.


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Then I felt it.

Under the table.

A foot.

Light brush.

My calf.


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Not kick.

Just touch.

Slide.

I didn’t look.

I knew.


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Raj.

His leg again.

“By mistake” maybe.

Then again.

This time firmer.


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Against my shin.

Then calf.

I shifted in my chair.

Little to the side.

Didn’t react.


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Didn’t stop him.

Didn’t allow.

Just… continued eating.

Normal.

But I knew he knew.


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I finished first.

Plate almost clean.

“Let me wash,” I said.

Stood.

Carried plate to sink.


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Water ran cool.

Over my fingers.

I washed gently.

Then wiped on towel.

Came back.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Akka was still eating.

I stood beside her.

“Akka, little more chicken?” I asked softly.

She shook her head.

Smiled.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


“No no, I’m full. That was nice.”

Her palm rested lightly on her stomach.

“Rice itself was enough.”

She stood.

Went to wash.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Raj was still eating.

Last few bites.

Slow.

Taking his time.

I stood beside him.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Bent slightly.

“Anna, take one more piece no.”

I said gently.

Already reaching for bowl.

He shook head.

Chewing.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


“No, Pavi. It’s enough.”

But I didn’t stop.

Spoon already in hand.

I dipped it.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


He raised his plate slightly.

Maybe to stop me.

Maybe to joke.

But—

His elbow shifted.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Brush.

Against my chest.

Full.

Soft.

My breast.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Just one second.

Saree and blouse.

But I felt it.

Direct.

Firm.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


I stopped breathing.

Body froze.

In that second—

Spoon slipped.

Chicken dropped.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Two pieces—plate.

One—

Lap.


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“Oh no—sorry—!”

Words came fast.

I bent.

Hand moving before mind.

Reacting.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


I reached for the fallen piece.

Hand touched…

Not chicken.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


His cock.

Through pant.

Hard.

Full.

Alive.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


I jerked hand back.

Shocked.

Fingers trembling.

But too late.

He knew.

I knew.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


I picked the piece.

Dropped it into side plate.

Didn’t meet his eye.

Not even for second.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Only two seconds passed.

That’s all.

But my cheeks were burning.

Like fire under skin.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


I stepped back.

Quick.

Eyes searching.

Where’s akka?


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


There.

She was just walking back.

Wiping her fingers.

Face relaxed.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


I moved to her.

Normal face.

Normal walk.

Inside, full heat.

Behind me—


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Raj pulled his shirt down.

Fast.

Covering his lap.

His plate.

His stain.

But his face — silent.

Calm.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Like nothing happened.

But I had already felt.

Everything.

That press.

That weight.

That heat.

[sexypreeti]

Delicious update  :)

[Sage_69]

After they leave, will she call Prakash? Dying to know.

[sexypreeti]

After they leave, will she call Prakash? Dying to know.

Absolutely yes, I think so...remember she asked him if he likes chicken curry and rice earlier...

[val.coutinho]

Absolutely yes, I think so...remember she asked him if he likes chicken curry and rice earlier...

Well she's going to serve him more than chicken curry and rice.....  That's for sure

[sai pooja bhaktudu]

Okoka scene oko diamond..

[fasak_pras]

Waiting for madam domination

[Nandhu4]

Superrrr update

[Jayam Ramana]

I dont like Raj. Prakash is right fit for this bitch.

[fuckandforget]

The story started promisingly with woman seeking sexual needs. Here, even after getting enough sexual need from low class watchman, she is turning out to be a cock hungry slut.

[val.coutinho]

When is the update going to be posted ????
Eagerly waiting for the hot encounters of Pavitra and Prakash

[yazhiniram]

Where the Story Stands — A Heartfelt Pause:

I want to take a moment to explain where the story is headed — or rather, where it’s not headed for now.

The main focus of this story has always been Raj. He is the central character because he was the first to truly notice Pavi, and she’s drawn to him. She wants Kartik to be like Raj — not anyone else. That connection is the core emotional thread of this tale.

Prakash was introduced later as a side character to provide lighter, more chill moments. Arjun came in to bring emotional logic and depth, and Anusha was added for a companion’s perspective. But despite all these layers, most readers have gravitated strongly toward Prakash’s storyline. They liked seeing Pavi humiliate Prakash, and many are eager to see him get some kind of comeuppance or “giving back.”

The problem is, realistically, that kind of payback is neither easy nor believable. If Prakash tried to get back at Pavi the way readers want, it would likely ruin his life or career — or force Pavi to break herself and lose the life she currently leads. That’s just not how things work in real life, and I want to keep this story authentic and believable.

I’ve already written around ten parts focusing on Raj — no explicit sex, but moments of toplessness and a kiss during dinner, with Radhika present but unaware. However, I’ve decided not to post those parts now. Instead, I’m choosing to pause the story.

Narrating this story has taken a significant amount of time and effort. While reader response has been generally positive, overall viewership hasn’t reached the level I hoped for. More importantly, I’m not comfortable turning this story into cheap porn or forcing it into a style that doesn’t feel true to the characters or my vision, just to please the crowd.

So, I’m putting the story on pause. This isn’t necessarily the end forever — if a new, compelling plot comes along that feels right, I may pick it up again. But for now, I want to step back and give myself space.

I’m not stopping writing altogether. I’ll write back in the future if any original, fresh plot comes to my mind as a new story or new thread.

Thank you to all the readers who’ve followed and supported this journey so far. Your passion means a lot, and I hope to return with something fresh and meaningful when the time is right.

To those readers who have supported this story completely — who’ve followed every twist, every moment, and every emotion — thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your passion and encouragement mean the world to me, and I hope to come back with something fresh and meaningful when the time is right.

Special thanks to

sexypreeti
Sage_69
Vijay42
Hotyyhard
val.coutinho
Nandhu4
StoryReader1

[Rangabaashyam]

Please ignore the negative comments and continue and no need to give explanation to all. This is your story and your wish on how it should be.