Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Note: I request readers to read patiently in one go without taking break in midway of the chapter. I also recommend you guys stay in a private place and peaceful mood while reading, to experience the chapter to it's fullest.

11. Butterfly 

The Sunday afternoon quiet settled in as the last echoes of class faded, and Bharat, like everyone else, made his way home. 

A quick lunch, a change into comfortable black cargo pants and a cheerful yellow t-shirt, and he was off to Geeta's house.

Vimala was outside, a familiar figure who greeted him warmly. "Hey Bharat, aren't you coming to tuition anymore? Haven't seen you around."

Bharat offered a respectful smile. "No, Auntie, they've scheduled evening classes for us. That's why I haven't been coming. I just came to meet Miss once."

Vimala nodded, a touch of concern in her eyes. "Hmm... study well. You need to get good marks in 10th grade. All the best."

"Thanks, Auntie," Bharat replied, before stepping through the gate and into Geeta's open door.

Geeta was in the kitchen, a vision in a yellow saree with a sandalwood-colored blouse. Her pallu had moved, revealing the smooth curve of her waist, a sight that captivated him. His gaze traveled upward. She was engrossed in seasoning the curry, sweat glistening on her forehead, melting and tracing paths down her neck.

He approached her, a quiet reverence in his voice. "Good afternoon, Miss."

Geeta startled, turning to him with a slight gasp. "Oh, it's you... Did you had lunch? You came so early.”

"Yes Miss. Haven't you eaten yet?"

A sigh escaped her lips. "No, dear... I didn't cook in the morning, thought I'd do it after coming back."

"Oh..."

"You go sit down," she instructed gently. "I'll come after I finish cooking."

But Bharat had other ideas. He moved closer, perching himself on the kitchen slab, his head tilted to the left, a pout gracing his lips as he watched her. 

Geeta noticed, but feigned indifference, stirring the spinach fry.

"Miss...." he began, his voice a soft murmur.

"Hmm," she replied, without looking up.

"Miss..." he tried again, a hint of impatience in his tone.

Geeta’s voice held a playful warning. "You didn't come first in class, that's all. Go study. I told you I'd come after I ate."

"I didn't bring any books at all," he countered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hey, are you playing games?" she chastised lightly. "I told you to study."

"Why, Miss, you said you'd give me whatever I asked if I got more than ninety, and now you're saying this?"

"I'm saying no." She stirred the curry one last time, covered the pot, and then, with arms crossed, turned to face him fully. "I told you to come if you said you'd study here. Now you're saying you didn't bring books?"

Bharat leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Miss, there's an exhibition going on at NN Gardens. I thought you might come?"

"Why an exhibition now, without studying?" Her brow furrowed slightly.

"Miss, let's go, just the two of us," he pressed, his gaze unwavering.

"I said no..."

He slid off the slab and took her hand. "Miss, I'm going home now. What will you do? Won't you get bored?"

"Huh... so what?" she said, trying to pull her hand away.

"Miss, you said okay if I got more than ninety, why are you changing your mind now?"

"So what now?"

"Agree."

"No."

"Miss, you're the one who said you liked doing something new."

"Yes, I did," she admitted, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

He moved a little closer, his face mere inches from hers, his eyes fixated on her lips. 

‘No. If I agree now, it'll be like that day.’

"Miss, tell me, don't you like being with me?" Bharat's voice was soft, persuasive.

"Why would you say that..."

"Miss, it's been ten days. Didn't you feel like giving the puppy anything, not even once?"

‘In these ten days, I missed him so much. 

I remembered the first few days, 

how Bharat was before he got close to me. 

Sometimes I even thought of calling him myself 

and asking him to come, but what would I say? 

I decided against tuition, right? 

Why are these desires coming to me? 

Even now, being this close to him, 

I want to hug him and give him the kiss 

he's about to ask for. 

I don't see anything wrong with it. 

It's not something new, is it?’

"It's not that, dear," Geeta said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Miss, exams are in ten more days. Let's go and come back."

"You could be studying at this time, dear," she chided gently.

"Miss, even if you say no now, I feel like I won't be able to study with this thought. That's why I called you."

"No. Bharat, we can't go like that, just the two of us."

"Miss, it's nothing. Let's go like we went to the village that day." He leaned in further, looking into her eyes, holding her hands. "Miss, I have a new idea. Since I got more than ninety anyway, you have to do what I ask. There's no choice."

"Hmm..." she nodded her head vertically, hesitantly.

‘No, damn it.’

"Haha... Miss agreed!" he laughed, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

"No, no," she protested, a playful annoyance in her tone.

"No Miss, you agreed. Why are you doing this?"

"Oh, okay," she conceded, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Okay, I'll tell you. Listen."

"Tell me."

"Miss, you shouldn't scold me."

"Really? You tell me. If I don't like it, you'll get beating."

"Aha, none of that will work, Miss. You have to do what I ask."

"Okay, tell me." Geeta looked on curiously, wondering what he would say.

"Miss, we'll go there, but you have to wear the dress as I tell you to."

"And?"

"That's it." Geeta thought he would ask for something else.

"That's it?”

He gave a mischievous, slight smile. "What, Miss, what else did you think?"

At that, Geeta felt shy and turned her face away. "Nothing."

Bharat touched Geeta's face with his right hand and brought his lips close to hers. Her lips began to tremble.

"Puppy..." Geeta breathed.

"It would be nice if there was tuition, Miss," he murmured, his breath warm on her lips.

Hearing that, Geeta felt a wave of shyness, her lips curving slightly into a smile, as she pressed her lower lip under her upper tooth. He looked at it intoxicatingly, releasing a warm breath on her lips. "Miss, the puppy is here to do it."

She was surprised, releasing her lip. 

‘What are these words he's saying? Uff, I need to control myself.’

"Naughty fellow, go to the hall."

"No, Miss, I'll stay here."

She took a step back. Bharat moved his foot forward towards her. "Miss, that day you pleaded so much."

"Yes... but did you keep quiet? I was so shy when you looked at me like that."

He moved his hand from her cheek down to her neck. The touch of his hand began to intoxicate Geeta. She twisted her neck once, a shiver running through her.

Bharat finally let go and walked towards the hall. 

‘What is he doing?’

She grabbed his right shoulder and pulled him back, holding his left cheek and bringing him close.

"What, Miss, why are you shy?" Bharat teased.

"Hey, no more of these dramas."

"You told me to forget, and now you're reminding me."

"Hmm. Was the puppy disappointed that day?"

"No, Miss."

As Bharat was speaking, a bead of oil from Geeta's finger slipped and fell on his lower lip. 

Just then, Bharat also raised his hand and held her face. He leaned his neck forward, mixing his breath with hers, and was about to capture her lips. Geeta opened her lips with a slight stir, inviting him. Bharat leaned in further and touched her lower lip with his. At that touch, she lost control.

"Huh..." she exhaled softly. She put her right hand behind Bharat's head. Bharat brought his left hand under her armpit and held her at the top of her waist. Both exchanged breaths eagerly, their chests pressed against each other. Bharat pushed her forward, touching her lip prints with his lower lip. Geeta sensuously swallowed Bharat's upper lip. He trapped her lower lip and put his mouth into hers.

Geeta placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him forward, so he stepped back and hit the wall. She lifted her heels and pressed her lips into Bharat's mouth, dominating him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and touched his lips. He pouted and took it, sucking on it.

‘Why is he licking my tongue?’

Geeta chuckled with shyness and released his mouth, still smiling. Bharat pressed four fingers into the edge of her waist.

"Hmm..." she moaned softly.

She put her mouth into his again. Bharat also changed between her upper and lower lips, joining both lips and kissing her. Geeta also responded by taking his lips and sucking on them.

Both their breaths quickened, their chests pressed against each other. His warmth felt pleasant to her. She held Bharat's head with both hands and pressed his head against the wall. As Bharat's hardon touched between her thighs, Geeta suddenly pushed her legs to Bharat's legs. 

Bharat was surprised. The kiss stopped. Then Geeta again poked her tongue between his lips. He opened his mouth and took it in, sucking.

At that pleasure, Geeta squirmed and pressed her fingers hard on his waist, squeezing it slightly. Geeta felt a jolt. With her tongue in his mouth, Geeta: "Mmmmmm..." she moaned and swayed. She tightened her grip around Bharat's neck and squeezed. 

Bharat also moaned in pain and opened his lips. 

All of this felt like a game to her. Taking advantage of Bharat's discomfort, she kissed his lips. He also returned the favor, exchanging saliva with Geeta. 

Bharat's dick twitched once. That stir created a commotion in the skin of her thighs and reached her flower.

Just then, the curry on the stove hissed, and Geeta came to her senses. She pulled her neck back. She let go, turned back, and turned down the stove.

Bharat didn't stop. From behind, he grabbed her shoulders and hugged her, pressing his rigid hardon against her buttocks, touching her right neck with his tongue, tasting her sweat, and kissing her. Geeta felt a thrilling desire.

"Isss."

"Hmm... Miss, did you miss me or not?" he whispered into her ear.

"What did you think?"

"Tell me, Miss."

"I was bored without you puppy."

"Really?"

"Hmm."

"Look at me, Miss..." he said, his fingers stroking down her right shoulder. 

Geeta twisted, turned her head back, and showed her lips to Bharat. He moved his left hand from her shoulder down to her neck, then up to her chin, and pulled her face further towards him.

"Miss..."

"Hmm, tell me."

As his right hand moved down and lightly touched her waist, Geeta moved with a small jolt. He moved his hand further down, brought her saree pleats forward from her waist, and covered her navel with his palm.

‘No, I have to escape.’

"Miss, I really want to see your belly button." As he said that, he joined his index and middle fingers in her pleats and pressed them in. They landed right on her navel. All of Geeta's nerves tingled.

"Sss...." she gasped.

‘How does he know to poke exactly there?’

"Miss, I really like it, it's been so many days." He didn't stop at just touching; he began to circle his finger around the center of her navel, his fingertip brushing her navel bounds.

Geeta was sweating. She raised her left hand and held Bharat's head from behind.

"Ha... Bharat."

He kissed her neck. "Miss, we'll definitely go, right? Don't change your mind."

"No," she confirmed, her voice a little breathy.

He let go. "Thanks, Miss. You eat. I'll play a game for a while."

‘Did he do what he did knowingly? 

Did he intentionally provoke me? 

No, maybe he thought I'd say something...’

He walked into the hall. Bharat suddenly letting go and acting normal felt strange to Geeta. She also acted normal.

"Wait, no game, watch TV," she called after him.

"Okay, Miss."

"When are we going?"

"Shall we go at 4 o'clock?"

"Yes, okay... I'll come after I eat. Will you eat a little too?"

"No, Miss..."

"Hmm... okay, go."

With a mischievous laugh, Bharat said, "Miss, I'll stay with you for a little longer until the cooking is done."

Geeta giggled shyly and pinched Bharat's hand. "Go, no need..."

"Haha..." he laughed and left the room.

[Haran000]

Geetha savored her meal, while Bharat, restless with the television, flipped through channels until he landed on a music station. 

Old melodies filled the air. Geetha hummed along internally, lost in the rhythm, until Bharat, complaining about the lack of new songs, changed the channel. Geetha's calm instantly broke.

“Let it be,” she protested, “you changed a good song.”

“Old songs aren’t good, Miss,” Bharat countered dismissively.

“How can such a good song not be good? Put it back.”

“What’s in that song, Miss? It feels slow; I don’t feel like listening to it. A song should have good music.”

A faint smile touched Geetha’s lips. “It’s not like that. A song should have good ‘feel’ in it. When you’re free at home like this, if you play a good song and listen, you can do any work.”

“Miss, you’re the one who said no to games and to watch TV. I’ll watch what I like.”

“Okay, okay, put it on.”

Bharat, with a triumphant glint, settled on YouTube, immersing himself in game videos. The incessant gunshots, however, grated on Geetha’s nerves.

“Hey, stop that!” She snatched the remote, pausing the chaotic spectacle mid-action.

“What happened?” Bharat asked, bewildered.

“What is that, you dog’s noise? More than playing the game, it’s just yelling, ‘Hit this way, hit that way!’”

“That’s how they are, Miss. BGMI game is like that.”

Having finished her meal, Geetha rose, carrying her plate. “That’s enough, turn off the TV. I’ll get ready and come. Let’s go.”

“We thought four o’clock, right?” Bharat questioned.

“No, let’s go now. If we go early, we’ll come back early.”

“But Miss, it’s better to go in the evening.”

“It’ll take an hour for us to get there. It’s fine, we’ll come back early tonight, right?”

“Oh, okay.”

Geetha washed her hands in the kitchen, then moved to the washbasin, splashing water on her face. As she dried herself with a towel, she called out to Bharat.

“Yes, Miss?”

“Didn’t you say you’d select a dress?”

Bharat had a specific outfit in mind—the green V-neck churidar bought just that day. But a flicker of doubt, a fear of Geetha’s disapproval, made him discard the idea. He looked away, feigning nonchalance. “No, Miss, I just said that. Just wear anything and come. Let’s go.”

His gaze, however, betrayed him, hinting at a hidden thought.

“Oh, really? But you said something else then.”

“I told you, just for fun. I’ll wait…” he mumbled, stepping back.

Geetha, with a gentle firmness, took his hand and pulled him closer. Her fingers stroked his cheek as she gazed into his eyes. Bharat’s composure wavered, his eyes darting nervously under her touch.

“You had already decided on something before you asked me that, didn’t you?”

“No, Miss.”

Geetha understood. Bharat harbored a desire to see her in a particular dress, but his hesitation held him captive. She led him, still holding his hand, towards the cupboard.
Opening the door, Geetha prompted, “Tell me.”

He silently shook his head. Geetha had already surmised Bharat’s plan to spend the day with her, but his reluctance to voice his true wish irked her.

She took both of his hands, drawing him near, and placed them on her waist. He flinched, attempting to withdraw them, but Geetha held them firmly in place. Startled, he met her gaze, a questioning, anxious look in his eyes. She took a step closer.

Bringing her face close to his, Geetha whispered, “What are you thinking, tell me?”

“Miss, that is…?” he stammered, his words trailing off.

She cupped his cheeks with both palms, her gaze holding a touch of sadness. She noticed the lack of strength in his hands; he was still hesitant to hold her.

“What happened, hold me?”

“Miss, let’s go, you get ready.”

“Then select the dress.”

Slightly flustered, Bharat mumbled, “Mm… you look good in anything you wear.”

“No… I’ll wear what you select…” she said, pouting her lips slightly.

Seeing the small smile on her lips, he exhaled, a hint of relief. “All dresses look good on you, Miss.”

She placed her elbows on his shoulders, her chest hovering three inches from his. He felt a slight pressure on her waist from his fingers.

“Tell me, what dress should I wear?”

“Miss, wear that green dress.”

A giggle escaped Geetha’s lips. Seeing her laugh, Bharat joined in.

“Naughty fellow.”

“If you don’t like it, then don’t.”

“No, no.”

Now, Bharat’s hands found her waist, a gentle hold that sent a ripple of pleasure through Geetha.

“Stay calm once we get there, okay?”

Lowering his head, Bharat replied, “Of course, Miss.”

“I’ll give you another kiss when we come back, okay?”

Stars twinkled in Bharat’s eyes at her words. Bolstered by this intimacy, he found the courage to voice his true desire. He released her waist.

“Miss, I’ll ask you something. Actually, I was going to ask this.”

“What is it?”

“Miss, you said you’d wear the dress exactly as I ask.”

“Yes, I’m saying I’ll wear the dress you select.”

“No, that’s not it. I mean, exactly how I ask you to wear it. That is, Miss, would you wear the dress without a bra inside…?” he said, taking two steps back with a nervous laugh.

Geetha’s surprise quickly morphed into a furious glare at his sudden boldness. She raised her hand as if to strike him. “Stupid, come here! How dare you?”

Laughing, he darted out of the bedroom.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll beat you before asking something like that?” Geetha called after him.

“Oh… forgive me, Miss. I just said it.” With that, Bharat bounded like a deer into the hall.

“Stop, come here!” Geetha called, her voice rising.

Turning back, shaking his head and laughing, Bharat replied, “I’ll come if you don’t beat me.”

“Okay, come.”

He slowly approached Geetha.

“Why did you ask that?”

“Miss, to be honest, I read a story, it was in it.”

“What story?”

“There’s a story. Miss, have you ever been without a bra like that?”

“Stop it! It’s fine at home, but we’re going out now, it’ll be uncomfortable.”

“It’s nothing, Miss. No one will know you’re like that. We’re going in the car, not the bus.”

“Hey, shut up! Are you trying to convince me?”

Bharat nervously shook his head no. “Miss, it would be like trying something new.”

A flicker of delight crossed Geetha’s face. Bharat had, in the past, encouraged her to try new things that she had thoroughly enjoyed. But she mentally categorized those as different from this.

“You know about me, right? Don’t ask such things, okay?”

“Oh… sorry, Miss.”

“No sorry. Sit down, I’ll change my dress and come.”

Ten minutes later, Geetha emerged from the bedroom, standing before Bharat. He looked up, his gaze immediately captivated.

She wore a cloudy embroidered kurta, its V-neck mirroring the one on the green churidar, alluringly revealing her delicate bust. The V-neck plunged just below her heart, adorned with three buttons beneath. The dress, hugging her figure, beautifully accentuated Geetha’s slender bust, curved waist, and broad hips, making her even more attractive.

As always, Geetha exuded elegance, but now, her breasts appeared to protrude forward, filling Bharat with immense joy.

With a graceful motion, Geetha unfolded the folded chunni in her left hand, twisting it in half to display the lace. She dbangd it over her shoulders, covering herself before Bharat could fully take in the sight. She stood there, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, a hint of shyness, and a touch of hesitation.

“How’s the dress?”

“I told you, Miss, you look good in anything you wear.”

“That’s it? Won’t you say anything about this?”

Bharat’s gaze swept over Geetha from top to bottom. “It’s good, Miss. It’s not long like a Punjabi dress; it’s nice.”

“Hmm… You said green dress, but I felt like wearing this one instead.”

“It’s fine, Miss.”

“Let’s take Vimala and her son Jathin will also come with us.”

“No, Miss…” he interjected quickly, a firm edge to his voice.

Geetha was slightly surprised by his unhesitating refusal. He lowered his face. “Miss, shall we go?”

Geetha understood. Bharat wanted to spend time solely with her. To encourage him to express this desire more freely, she stepped closer, took his hand, and with a slight smile, lifted his chin with her fingers. “No?”

He shook his head, a silent confirmation. She smiled.

“If you don’t want, then no. Let’s go.”

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‘Because Gautam isn't here, I'm feeling lonely. I can't believe Bharat stays with me occasionally so I don't feel lonely, and that he's become so close to me in just a few days of acquaintance. Even now, though he doesn't come for tuition, he still likes to be with me. On the day I stopped tuition, I didn't feel anything, but after three days, the thought that he wasn't coming to me anymore created a void in me. For four days, I've been wishing he were by my side in the evenings. This week, my body has been very warm. Even though Gautam's words gave me a little more hope, there's no situation where I'll get anything. Since he's not with me in the evenings, I'm holding back a lot. Just now, when he was so close to me, I couldn't resist and put his hands on my waist. My body is longing for that touch. I don't know what will happen to me with these thoughts if I stay at home. If I think about taking leave from college to go to Gautham, they won't give leave now. If I think about just quitting my job, thinking 'what's it to me?', I feel like I'll lose the little pastime I have.

When Bharat mentioned this exhibition, I felt like I should agree, but I didn't like agreeing so easily, so I played a little hard to get. My heart was aching to give him what he asked for, so I agreed. I felt that being with him today would give me at least a little comfort.

On one hand, he feels like my student, but on the other hand, his kisses are enchanting me. I somewhat liked not telling to Vimala, because it gives me a chance to be a little mischievous with him for a while. Even now, he's sitting in the seat next to me, occasionally looking at my boobs without me catching him. I thought about taking off my 'chunni' (scarf) and putting it aside for his desire, but my shyness is overwhelming me and stopping me.’

Bharath remained silent, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the car window. Geetha, focused on driving, noticed his unusual quietness. Occasionally, Bharath’s eyes would drift towards her chest, then, believing himself unobserved, glance down at her legs. A faint smile touched Geetha’s lips as she caught these fleeting looks. After a few moments, she briefly met his eyes, and he instantly lowered his gaze.

“What are you looking at?” Geetha asked.

Still looking at her legs, Bharath replied, “How you’re driving.”

“Do you want to learn to drive?” she offered.

“If you teach me, Miss, I’ll learn anything,” he said, his voice laced with a playful earnestness.

“Anything, meaning?” Geetha prompted, a hint of amusement in her tone.

Bharath’s response was a mischievous blend of academic pursuits and suggestive flirtation: “Learning to drive, doing math problems, kissing, licking your navel…”

A blush crept up Geetha’s neck. “Hey…” she exclaimed, playfully pinching his shoulder with her left hand.

‘Good thing the he didn’t ask me 

to teach some other lessons. 

Ugh, why am I thinking like this?’

He saw Geetha smiling to herself.

“What is it, Miss?” he inquired.

“Nothing,” she replied simply.

“Hmm.”

Her hair, a dark curtain, veiled her neck. Bharath gazed intently, then, with his right hand, gently pushed the strands behind her shoulder. A shiver of pleasure ran through Geetha.

“Your neck is so beautiful, Miss,” he murmured.

“Idiot…” she said, a soft protest.

“Is it wrong to say that, Miss?”

“Uh-huh…”

As Geetha continued to drive, his eyes lingered on her neck. He gently moved her dupatta aside with his fingers and delicately caressed the curve of her neck, tracing a path from above her ear downwards. Geetha shivered pleasurably, her head shaking slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips: “Mmm…”

Bharath laughed. “Haha…”

Geetha shot him a mock-scolding look. “Hey, didn’t I tell you to sit still? Shall we go home?”

Immediately, he sat rigidly, arms folded, a picture of obedience. Geetha smiled to herself.

“Have you thought about which college?” Geetha asked, shifting the conversation.

“Miss, you tell me which college I should do my intermediate in,” Bharath replied, deferring to her.

“I don’t know, which college is good now,” she admitted.

“Sri Chaitanya, Narayana,” he listed.

“So, what did you think?”

“Miss, do you know about Elite Education Institutions?”

“I haven’t heard of it.”

“Miss, I told you about Shiva Sir, right?”

At the mention of Shiva’s name, the memory of that day resurfaced, and a silence fell between them.

“Miss…” Bharath prompted.

“Yes, tell me,” she finally said.

“They are starting a new college and college. My father was told about it and was asked to join me, saying it would be good.”

“Oh…”

“My father told me about it. In the first year, they will only admit fifty students after an exam.”

“Really? If a new institute has so few students, how will it become popular?” Geetha questioned, surprised.

“Miss, they say they’ll give everything for free, even the books,” Bharath explained.

Hearing that, Geetha’s curiosity spiked. 

In an era where intermediate education had become a business, the idea of free education was astonishing. 

“Really? How so?”

“Yes, Miss, they will only conduct a test for those who are serious about studying and are determined to study. Only the top fifty rank holders in that test will be admitted.”

“That’s good, isn’t it, Bharath?” Geetha mused. “It means they are teaching only those who are dedicated, so their investment won’t go to waste, right?”

“Yes, Miss. But…”

“What’s the ‘but’?”

“It’s that, Miss, I have to pass that test.”

“Do you want to study there?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss, I want to learn a lot from Mr. Shiva.”

“Why only meet him? There are many ways to learn a lot.”

“I told you about anthropology, Miss, that’s why.”

“Oh, I see…”

“He has written two books on it, and I think it would be good for me to get acquainted with him.”

“Hmm… It’s your wish. Think about it,” Geetha advised.

“What do you say, Miss?”

“Whatever it is, you must study first. If you don’t study, even the best college is useless.”

“Hmm…” Bharath acknowledged, the thought settling in his mind.

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[Haran000]

The exhibition buzzed softly with the evening's gentle hum. Beyond the gate, tickets purchased, they stepped into a world lit by the glow of a giant Ferris wheel, its grand silhouette dominating the right. Small shops lined their path—toy stores brimming with colorful wonders, game stalls echoing with laughter, and on the left, the thrilling shapes of a cup roller and a ship roller. The scent of coffee mingled with the sweet aroma of a nearby bakery, just ten feet from a welcoming ice cream shop. They walked in comfortable silence, taking it all in.



Geetha, however, couldn't shake a nagging thought. "Why aren't there many people?" she wondered aloud, surprised by the sparse crowd on a Sunday.

Bharat, ever practical, offered his explanation. "It's been open for ten days, Miss. Many people might have already seen it, so maybe that's why fewer people are today."

"Oh, but I thought there would be more people today since it's Sunday," Geetha mused, still a little puzzled.

"Yes, Miss," Bharat conceded, "but it doesn't matter to us whether there are many people or not. The exhibition is here, we should see everything."

"Hmm," Geetha agreed, a thoughtful hum.

His eyes lit up when they passed the ice cream shop. "Miss, let's have some ice cream."

"Shall we have it on our way out?" Geetha suggested, ever mindful of timing.

"Miss, let's have one now and another one when we go home," he countered with a persuasive gleam in his eye.

Geetha chuckled softly. "Okay, let's go."

He returned with two butterscotch cones, and Geetha, with a quick tap on her phone, handled the payment. 

They found a small table in front of the shop and settled in. Bharat, with an almost ritualistic precision, unwrapped his cone, licked the melting cream, discarded the wrapper, and then, his eyes fixed on Geetha, began to eat. 

Geetha, meanwhile, gazed towards the luminous giant wheel, slowly biting into her own ice cream. A tiny drop of melted cream, warmed by the soft curve of her lips, began its slow descent. Bharat watched, captivated, his own ice cream forgotten for a moment, a sweeter longing in his gaze.

When Geetha turned, she met his intense stare. A faint smile touched her lips.

"Is it good, Miss?" Bharat asked, his voice a little softer than usual.

She swallowed a mouthful of ice cream. "Mmm..."

But Bharat's gaze remained fixed on her lips, unblinking. Geetha felt a faint blush creep up her neck.

"Do you want another one?" she offered, trying to break the spell.

"Uh-uh..." he mumbled, but his eyes never left her. Oblivious to their surroundings, she ate, her gaze now directed away from him, towards the side.

‘Uff... he might be thinking about that 

if he sees the cream on my lips.’

‘If we were at home, he might even ask for a kiss. 

Don't mind him.’

As Geetha ate, a little nervously now, another drop of cream escaped, tracing a path down her chin. Bharat's eyes tracked it. Before it could mar her dress, Geetha deftly wiped it away with her handkerchief. His eyes, however, still followed the movement.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Geetha finally asked, a playful exasperation in her voice. "Eat. Why are you staring at me?"

"Miss, if we were at home..."

A shiver, unexpected and delicious, ran down Geetha's spine. Her eyes widened, surprised. 

"Huh! If we were?"

"Haha... Nothing, Miss..." He laughed, and Geetha couldn't help but smile shyly.

‘I knew he'd say that.’

"Why are you smiling, Miss?" Bharat teased.

"Oh! Nothing. You eat quickly," she chided, trying to regain some composure.

Finishing their treats, Bharat took Geetha's hand and led her directly to the Cup Roller. 

Tickets for the next ride were already being issued, and the small roller, with its limited seats, was quickly filling up. Bharat, eager to avoid a wait, hurried them along.

"Miss, I'll get the tickets. Otherwise, we'll have to wait," he said, already moving towards the line.

"Here, take it," Geetha offered money, extending her hand.

"You go and sit down; I'll come," he instructed, and then joined the queue. Geetha nodded to the gate attendant and found a seat. 

Moments later, Bharat presented his tickets and joined her, settling into the seat beside her. It was a snug fit, just enough for two. As Bharat's shoulder brushed against Geetha's, a subtle smile played on his lips. The seat offered small handles on either side and a larger one across the front.

In another ten seconds, the ride would begin. Three lights blinked near the entrance pole. 

Geetha watched them intently, and as the first light ignited, a nervous tremor rippled through her. She gripped the handle tightly with her left hand. Next to her, Bharat was beaming, brimming with enthusiasm.

"Don't be scared, Miss. Hold on," he encouraged.

"Do you think women are easily scared?" Geetha challenged playfully.

"No, no, Miss, I absolutely don't think that. I just felt like saying it," he quickly clarified, a hint of amusement in his tone.

The second light flashed on. Geetha gripped the front handle with her right hand too. 

Bharat, his left hand reaching for the handle next to hers, let his little finger brush against hers. Just then, the roller began to spin, slowly at first.

Its speed increased with each passing moment, turning towards Bharat. As it reached its full velocity, the centrifugal force pressed Geetha closer to Bharat's shoulder, and her braid swung to rest on his back, a silent thrill that intensified his own excitement. Geetha, too, felt a surge of exhilaration, her gaze fixed on the spinning world around them.


After the ride, they both dismounted, Bharat silently wishing the ride had lasted just a little longer, allowing him to stay closer to Geetha.

As they walked away, a shop caught their eye, showcasing women's bangles, bindis, and ribbons. 

They stopped, drawn by the colorful boxes of bangles displayed on the front table. Among them, a pair of bangles adorned with maroon stones immediately captured Geetha's attention.

Just then, a young shop assistant approached. "What do you want, sister?" he asked.

Bharat remained silent, observing.

"How much is this pair?" Geetha inquired, picking up the maroon bangles.

"A pair is sixty, sister. Three pairs of that model are a hundred and fifty. Take them," the boy replied, eager for a sale.

"Give me these two pairs, maroon and green, for a hundred," Geetha proposed, a glint of negotiation in her eye.

"No, sister, if you buy three, then yes. Two pairs will be one hundred and twenty," he countered.

"I was going to ask for eighty. They'll come for a hundred. Give them to me," Geetha pressed, her tone firm but pleasant.

"Okay, take them," the boy conceded with a smile.

She held up the maroon bangles to Bharat. "Do they look good?"

"Why do you ask me after you've already bought them, Miss?" Bharat teased. "You liked them, right?"

"Yeah..." she admitted, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Handing them to the shop boy, Geetha instructed, "Pack them for me."

[Haran000]

Bharat’s eyes scanned the vendor’s small wares – the familiar black bindis, an array of hairbands, and various clips. Then, a vibrant flash of red caught his attention: a large, butterfly-shaped hair clip, delicate on its wire stand. He tapped Geetha on the shoulder.

“What is it?” she asked, turning.

He pointed, his index finger singling out the clip. “Miss, that clip looks good.”

Geetha followed his gaze. It was indeed striking, a brilliant, almost hibiscus-red, with a subtle butterfly design on its broad surface. “Yes, it’s nice. Kid, give me that one too. How much is it?”

“One hundred and ten,” the boy replied.

“What? One hundred and ten? You’re asking too much. I’ve bought so many clips.”

The boy sighed. “Sister, you’re asking for a discount on everything. Okay, one hundred.”

“Sixty,” Geetha countered.

Both Bharat and the boy stared, momentarily stunned. Bharat couldn’t suppress a chuckle.

“No, sister, it won’t come for sixty,” the boy said, pulling a face.

“Okay, what’s your final price?” Geetha pressed.

“It won’t be less than ninety.”

“Give it for eighty.”

“No, ninety.”

“Oh, just give it for eighty, I’m not asking for too little.”

He finally conceded, handing over the clip. As they walked away, Bharat couldn’t resist a smile. “Miss, do you need to bargain like this?”

“It’s nothing, he was asking a hundred for it,” she shrugged.

“Since it’s good, if he said no, would you have bought it for a hundred?”

Geetha considered it. “Yeah, you’re the one who said it was good.” She lifted her thick braid, deftly securing the new clip. Bharat stepped back, admiring the effect, then moved closer again.

“It looks good, Miss. You’re so cute, you know.”

“Hmm…” she murmured, a faint, pleased smile touching her lips.

“Miss, you’re so cute that I feel like giving you a kiss.”

“Hey, shut up,” she playfully retorted.

“Haha…”

They arrived at the Ferris wheel. Geetha looked up, mesmerized by the towering structure that seemed to lift its colorful boxes into the sky. She wondered how high it truly reached.

“Miss, come…” Bharat’s voice broke her reverie, his hand gently taking hers.

A wave of anxiety washed over her. She pulled her hand back. Bharat looked at her, puzzled.

“Not this,” she said.

“Why, Miss?”

“Oh, I’m scared, I’ve never ridden it.”

“It’s nothing, Miss, come.”

“No, dear, no, look how high it is. You go?”

“How can I go alone? Come. Miss, I’ve only ridden it once too, and that one was small, this one is big.”

“No, dear, I’m scared, no.” She freed her hand from his. As they stood on the path, a group of people approached with trolleys, forcing them to move closer to a nearby tent.

After a moment of silence, Bharat reached out, taking hold of Geetha’s dupatta. He idly played with the fabric, his gaze meeting hers, a hopeful plea in his eyes. “Miss, it’s nothing… I’ll be right next to you, right?”

“Hmm…” she hesitated.

“Okay, let’s ride it.”

“But I’ll be scared when it goes up, dear…”

“Oh, I’m here, please, Miss. We came here to see all this. Do you know how it looks when you ride that and go up? It’s super.”

“Hmm… Okay, let’s go.”

After Bharat’s persistent coaxing, she finally agreed, following him into a Ferris wheel car designed for four. Geetha settled on the edge of the seat. Just then, Bharat began to chuckle quietly.

Geetha looked at him suspiciously, her lips pursed, a sulky expression on her face. “Stop it now, that’s enough, I’m not scared.”

“Miss, what if you get scared after it starts?”

“It’s nothing…” she insisted, turning her face away.

‘The colossal wheel groaned to life, its ancient gears grinding a rhythm that echoed the nervous thrum in my chest. Age offered no immunity to fear, and I, too, felt that familiar unease. The ascent was always deceptively calm, but the drop, that sensation of freefall, was what truly unsettled me. It was in that moment of anticipation that Miss, with a sudden, involuntary gasp, clutched the pole beside. A flicker of sympathy touched me, but the urge to tease Miss was far stronger. A loud laugh escaped my lips, and she, in turn, favored me with a sharp, indignant pout.

Even in her annoyance, she was cute. Her eyes, usually so expressive, now held a mischievous glint, like tiny, dancing stars. Her lips, pulled into a soft pout, reminded me of delicately wrinkled rose petals. And when she scrunched her nose, a childlike gesture against my laughter, she was utterly adorable. I found myself laughing simply to witness these fleeting expressions.

Higher and higher we climbed, the world below shrinking into a distant tableau. The mechanical groans of the giant wheel mingled with the excited shouts of fellow passengers. Amidst this symphony of sound, I glanced over and saw Miss, her eyes tightly shut.

"Miss, look..." I began, but my voice was lost to the wind. I tried again, louder this time. A subtle tremor ran through her hands and face. She must have closed her eyes in fear, now that we were halfway to the apex.

"Miss, open your eyes."

She responded with a silent shake of her head. Leaning in, I gently took her chin, lifting her face. "Miss, look."

Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a captivating blend of fear and exhilaration. The twinkling lights of the fairground, the distant roar of the crowd, the rush of the wind at this height – it all seemed to wash over her, a thrilling new sensation. She reached out, her hand finding mine, and a tentative smile graced her lips.

"Miss, did you see, haha..." I teased, a laugh still bubbling within me, though she still seemed a little unsettled.

The next moment, we reached the zenith.

"Miss, look."

I watched as her eyes sparkled, her smile widened, and a slight tremor still ran through her hands. It was her first time, and the height had clearly shaken her.

"Uff..." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. She was uncharacteristically quiet.

Just then, our descent began, a swift, almost free-falling motion. The wind, mischievous and playful, lifted her dupatta, sending it fluttering down to her knees. In that moment, the graceful curves I'd been subtly admiring became beautifully apparent, a soft, inviting white. They were exquisite, their tenderness beyond words. I found my throat suddenly dry, my gaze fixed. The sensation of weightlessness, of floating in air, intensified as we plummeted. Perhaps it was this unsettling feeling that prompted Miss to instinctively wrap her arms around me, holding on tightly. My face brushed against the soft, jasmine-scented skin of her neck. Fear forgotten, her fragrance enveloped me, a potent elixir. As she trembled, clinging to me, I was utterly lost, savoring the intoxicating perfume that was uniquely her own.’

Geeta clung to Bharat, her eyes squeezed shut in fear. His right hand found its way to her, slipping under her arm to cup her waist. He drew her close with an eagerness that stole her breath, then pressed a kiss to her neck.

‘What was he doing?’

That single kiss sent another jolt through Geeta. Around them, the giant wheel was filled with shouts of "Oh...", but it all faded into the background. Trembling, Geeta buried her face against Bharat, holding him tight. As her warm, soft body pressed against his, his own excitement began to surge.

The giant wheel descended, then slowly gathered speed for another ascent. It was then, as they rose again, that Geeta’s senses returned, and a semblance of normalcy settled over her.

Bharat buried his face in the crook of her neck, his tongue darting out, a silent appreciation of her skin. A new sensation bloomed within her—pleasure. Her body, deprived of a man’s touch for a week, craved Bharat’s warmth.

Yet, a part of her still resisted. Her fingers tugged at his hair, a plea for distance. "Bharat... move away..." she gasped, her voice louder than she intended.

"Uh-huh... Miss..." Bharat murmured in response, his voice thick with desire as he softly bit the curve of her neck.

Goosebumps erupted across Geeta’s skin. Instinctively, she gripped his head, pressing him closer, a silent plea for more.

‘I don't know if he's taking advantage of the situation, or if my anxiety and clinging to him is making him act this way due to his affection for me. When he passionately bites and pulls at the hollow of my neck with his wet lips, smelling me and kissing me there, my body tingles. I put my hand from his shoulder behind his head and surrendered my neck to him. As he softly kissed my shoulder below my neck, I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling.

He held my chin with his index finger. Even amidst the sound of the giant wheel moving, I could hear his excited breathing. He touched my trembling lower lip with his thumb. A daze spread through me. I lowered my face, offering my lips. His nose was getting closer to my chin, seeming to understand and attempting to kiss my lips. The next moment, the giant wheel started going down. I flinched with anxiety and held onto him tightly. He stopped kissing and held me, perhaps looking to the side. Three seconds passed, and I didn't get my kiss. We came all the way down like that.

Is he thinking he lost an opportunity, or am I just thinking that? If no one were around, I'd want to hug him tightly right here.’

They descended together, their gazes locked. A silent understanding passed between them. Geetha adjusted her dupatta, a subtle gesture, before stepping out. 

The evening had already deepened; it was past seven. They ambled along the path, Bharat to Geetha’s right, his eyes scanning their surroundings. Soon, an almond, cashew, and nuts shop caught their attention.

"Things are a bit cheaper at the exhibition," Geetha mused, her thoughts still replaying Bharat’s earlier actions. He gently chided her, pulling her back to the present.

“Miss, shall we buy those?” Bharat asked.

“Yes, let’s buy them,” Geetha agreed.

As they inquired about the nuts, their eyes drifted to the chips being sold next door.

“Do you want to buy chips?” Geetha asked.

“Yes, Miss,” Bharat replied.

When they learned the shop also carried dried papads, Geetha decided on two kilos while Bharat picked up the chips.

“Miss, let’s buy those when we leave,” Bharat suggested. “How will you carry them in the bag now?”

“Oh, that’s true,” Geetha acknowledged. Turning to the vendor, she said, “Brother, we’ll take them before we leave.”

They settled for just the nuts, tucking them into her handbag, and continued to browse. 

Rows of clothing stores lined the path, offering everything from T-shirts and shirts to pants for women, men, and children.

Beyond the shops, they spotted an area dedicated to paintings, marked by a grand entrance. 

Bharat’s interest piqued, assuming more art lay within. He walked ahead, momentarily forgetting Geetha. 

She looked around, then realized he was gone. Her eyes searched, finding him at the entrance of the painting exhibition, talking to someone. She quickly joined him.

“Why did you come here?” Geetha questioned.

“Miss, they say there are paintings inside, let’s go see them,” Bharat explained.

“That’s enough, it’s getting very late. Let’s go home,” Geetha insisted.

“Miss, let’s just see them quickly and go,” he pleaded.

“Okay, let’s go,” she relented.

Inside, the space was brightly lit, resembling a tunnel. 

As they walked further, they encountered various paintings and carved sculptures, ranging in size from small to grand. Paintings adorned the walls, while sculptures stood on pedestals in the center. They moved slowly, taking in each piece.

Their eyes landed on a painting on the right wall: a girl gracefully drawing water from a well into a pot.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Geetha commented.

“Yes, Miss,” Bharat agreed. “Instead of being very colorful, they’ve highlighted red.”

“What kind of painting is this called?” Geetha inquired.

“Miss, I don’t know,” Bharat admitted.

“Don’t you know about paintings? You usually do,” Geetha pressed, surprised.

Bharat offered a faint smile. “I don’t know that much, Miss. I only know how to draw, use pencils, point brushes, and colors. That’s all.”

“Oh, so you draw pictures. I thought you’d know,” Geetha said.

“Oh…” Bharat responded.

Further on, they came across several small female sculptures. As Geetha reached out to touch one, a security guard intervened. “No, Madam, no touching,” he cautioned.

She withdrew her hand, looking ahead. 

On the left, a painting depicted a woman dbangd in fabric, her right breast exposed. 

Bharat saw Geetha’s gaze linger and chuckled. She pouted, her eyelids lifting in a threatening look towards him.

“Hey, you shouldn’t look at these,” Geetha scolded.

“Hahaha… I’ve seen many like these, Miss,” Bharat teased.

“Shameless naughty fellow, let’s go,” she muttered, pulling him along.

Turning, they faced a large Greek sculpture of a woman, completely unclothed, her curvaceous form displayed with graceful artistry. Both craned their necks to take in its scale. 

Bharat covered his mouth, letting out a mischievous laugh. Geetha felt a blush creep up her cheeks.

“Hey…” she began.

Bharat glanced around, noticing the security guard was looking away. Seizing the opportunity, he deliberately stepped closer and placed his right hand over the sculpture’s naked left breast. Geetha gasped in surprise.

“Miss, isn’t this sculpture sexy?” Bharat whispered, his eyes twinkling.

Geetha’s cheeks flushed a deeper red. She immediately grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the statue. “Didn’t he tell you not to touch it? You and your silly acts!”

“Hahaha… Miss, whoever carved this statue, they made it very sexy, right?” Bharat persisted.

“Shut up,” Geetha snapped, letting go of his hand.

Further ahead, a collection of vibrant, colorful paintings awaited them. One particularly striking piece depicted a caterpillar gazing into a mirror, seeing a butterfly. 

They both stopped, Geetha leaning in for a closer look.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Geetha admired.

“Yes, Miss,” Bharat agreed.

“She’s seeing herself as a butterfly with wings,” Geetha mused. “Look, you should also be confident like that in your studies. Like, ‘I will achieve it someday.’”

“Hmm… Yes,” Bharat replied.

Stepping back slightly, Bharat mumbled to himself, “She’s talking about me, but when will she spread her wings?”

‘What did he say?’ Geetha thought, a flicker of surprise at what she might have heard. She quickly turned her head to look at Bharat, who bit his tongue and averted his face, nervously moving towards a nearby painting of a colorful building.

“Did you say anything just now?” Geetha pressed.

“Yes, Miss. Look, this painting has the colors of that butterfly’s wings,” he deflected.

More people entered the hall, diverting Geetha’s attention.

“Miss, shall we go?” Bharat asked.

“Yes, okay, let’s go,” Geetha agreed. A staff member directed them to an alternate exit, and they began walking out.

“They were good, right, Miss?” Bharat asked.

“Yes… You’re just full of naughty antics, a naughty boy,” Geetha teased.

“Haha… There was no one else there, Miss, only you,” Bharat responded.

“Yes, you do everything around me,” Geetha remarked.

“What happened, Miss? Why are you talking like that? Did I say anything?” Bharat feigned innocence.

“Nothing, let’s go, it’s already late,” Geetha dismissed.

They exited the park and entered the parking lot, where the cars obscured their view. As Geetha reached to open her car door, Bharat lovingly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her into a warm embrace. A sudden sense of comfort washed over Geetha.

“Ooh… What is it, release me?” she murmured.

He brushed her hair aside with his nose, his face close to her ear. “Thanks, Miss, for coming.”

Geetha trembled. Bharat’s voice, close and intimate, was intoxicating. “Okay, let’s go,” she managed.

“Turn around once, Miss,” he requested.

Sighing with a burgeoning desire, Geetha turned within Bharat’s embrace.

“Miss, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, “I want to paint a beautiful picture of you.”

“You already drew it that day, you put it in our college,” Geetha reminded him.

“That’s different, Miss, now I want it even more beautiful,” he insisted, his eyelids narrowing, his gaze deeply intoxicated. She cupped his chin with both hands, noticing the warmth of his skin.

‘What’s happening to him?’ she wondered.

“Okay, you can draw it sometime,” Geetha said softly.

“Miss…” he exhaled, a warm breath tinged with sadness.

“What is it?” Geetha prompted.

“Miss, tonight,” he pleaded.

“It’s getting late, aren’t you going home?” she tried to redirect.

“Miss, I am missing you, please, Miss,” he insisted.

“Me too,” Geetha confessed.

Bharat slowly lowered his head, his lips seeking hers, drawn in by the intoxication of her gaze. She stopped him, gently covering his mouth with her hand. Geetha’s cheeks were flushed with shyness.

“Not here, after we go home?” she whispered.

He pulled her into a tight embrace again, her breasts pressing against his chest. A surge of heat coursed through Geetha. Though distant figures were visible, they were far enough to grant her a flicker of courage. She wrapped her arms around his back, hugging him in return.

Then, Geetha’s inner reflections materialized. Two distinct images appeared in the mirrors of the black Audi in front of them. 

In the front seat mirror, the image of Good Geetha in her saree, composed and proper. In the back seat mirror, a more provocative image of Lustful Geetha in a nightrobe.

Good Geetha: What’s happening to you? How can you agree to everything he asks?

Lustful Geetha: You shouldn’t agree, you should order him, Geetha, he’s your puppy.

Geetha’s body began to yield to the words of the lustful Geetha. She pulled Bharat closer into her neck. He kissed her there, in a trance, and Geetha bit her lower lip passionately.

Good Geetha: Let go, that’s enough, will you agree? Will you take him home now and ask him to paint?

Lustful Geetha: Yes, do that. If this night passes, you don’t know when he’ll come back into your arms.

As Geetha wavered in her dilemma, Bharat spoke. “Miss, stop the car near my house on the way, I’ll get my equipment.”

“Hmm…” Geetha murmured.

Good Geetha: It’s over. Ugh, you never listen to me… she lamented, figuratively hitting her head.

The reflections faded from the mirrors.

‘Am I getting weak to his touch?’

“So, you agreed, Miss?” Bharat asked, stepping back. He hung his head, not quite daring to meet her gaze.

“But?” Geetha began.

He looked up, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “Miss, you don’t have anything of mine as a souvenir, do you, Miss? At least you’ll have the paintings I made at your house.”

Geetha stood, twisting her fingers. Bharat stepped forward, clasped her hands, and kissed her right knuckle. A small tremor ran through Geetha’s hand.

“You like it, but you’re deliberately playing hard to get, aren’t you?” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

At his words, Geetha’s head lifted, a faint smile gracing her lips, delighted by his perception.

“Is that all…? Am I correct?” Bharat pressed.

“No,” she replied, a hint of a tease in her voice.

“Okay, as you wish,” he said, turning abruptly. He walked around the car, opened the passenger door, and got in. 

Geetha, unsure how to react, silently entered the driver’s side and started the car.

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[Haran000]

Geetha navigated the bustling city streets with practiced ease. After clearing the signal and executing a smooth right turn from beneath the metro flyover, her hand moved instinctively to shift gears. It was then that her dupatta, a light scarf, chose to make its escape, slipping off her left arm and pooling beside her. A quick, familiar gesture brought it back into place.

Beside her, Bharat remained unusually quiet. Since he'd settled into the passenger seat, not a single word had passed his lips.

"Why are you so silent?" Geetha prompted, breaking the quiet.

He turned to her, his expression unreadable. "Nothing," he murmured, looking away.

"Shall I play some songs?" she offered, attempting to lighten the mood.

Just then, the dupatta chose to rebel again, sliding down her arm. Bharat's gaze, almost involuntarily, flickered to her neck.

"No, nothing…" he trailed off, turning his head sharply away, as if caught in a private moment.

A small, shy smile touched Geetha's lips. Without a word, she untangled the dupatta and dbangd it gently over Bharat's lap. He looked at her, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. As his gaze drifted back to her, Geetha, suddenly self-conscious, focused intently on the road ahead.

Bharat's eyebrows subtly lowered, his eyes drawn downward to the treasure nestled below her neck. The dress Geetha had chosen for today seemed to emphasize their form, creating a beautiful, rounded silhouette. They appeared like two crescent moons, cradled beneath the twin beauties above her waist, the fabric of her dress seemingly molded to their weight.

Geetha's delight swelled. Bharat was staring, intently, unblinkingly. A mischievous thought danced in her mind. 

‘Uff... will he find out? 

No, he's just a boy, he won't get it.’

She stole a quick glance at him. He flinched, startled, and quickly averted his face. Geetha turned back to the road, her smile widening, her cheeks glowing with a secret pleasure.


Geeta pulled her car to a stop in front of Bharat’s modest, single-story home in Sundari Colony. A low compound wall and a small gate guarded the entrance. Just as Bharat, an energetic blur, sprang from the car and dashed inside, Geeta’s phone buzzed with Gautam’s call.

"Hello, tell me?" Geeta answered, watching Bharat disappear into the house.

"What are you doing?" Gautam's voice came through the speaker.

"I'm in front of Bharat's house," she replied, a hint of something unsaid in her tone.

"Oh, why?" Gautam pressed.

"I'll tell you later," Geeta demurred.

"Tell me now?" he insisted.

"Hmm…"

"Come on, tell me?"

"He said he'd paint me. We came to his house for the equipment," she finally admitted.

"Oh, where?" Gautam asked, sounding confused.

"What do you mean 'where'? At our house, of course."

"How?"

"I don't know, he didn't tell me anything. I agreed because he kept asking."

"You showed me on video call the other day, right? Dress up like that, sit sexily, and then ask him to draw," Gautam’s mischievous suggestion came through, laced with laughter.

"Chee! Stop it. You're getting too much," Geeta chided, a flush creeping up her neck.

"Haha… So what will you do? Will you wear a saree and jewelry and look like a queen?" he teased.

"I don't know." Geeta sighed.

"Oh, you said you had classes on Sunday too, right?" Gautam continued, shifting topics.

"Yes, but he came in the afternoon. Said he wanted to stay with me."

"Wow, the student can't stay away from the teacher?" Gautam’s playful jab earned him another reprimand.

"Stop it, you! It's just a casual Sunday pastime. And you have no shame, why do you keep talking like this?"

"It feels fun, what can I do? I'm bored here. You got a good friend, I don't have any here," Gautam whined playfully.

"That's enough, stop it." Just then, Bharat reappeared from the house. "Darling, I'll call you later. Mwah."

"Okay, mwah," Gautam replied, his voice fading as Geeta hung up.

"Come inside, Miss," Bharat invited, a shy smile on his face.

Geeta, suddenly feeling a little flustered, replied, "I'll come some other time."

"No, please come, Miss. Mom is asking you to come."

With a soft sigh, Geeta adjusted her dupatta, stepped out of the car, and walked inside, a blush still on her cheeks. Bharat's parents greeted her warmly as she entered.

The small house, though modest, contained four compact rooms. Bharat, with a boyish eagerness, took Geeta’s hand and led her to his room. 

It was a cozy space, dominated by a small bed, stacks of books, and a simple study table and chair. Geeta’s gaze swept over the walls, which were a vibrant mosaic of Bharat's paintings.

Sushila, Bharat’s mother, appeared at the doorway. "Geeta, tonight you’re eating dinner here."

"Oh, no, aunty," Geeta demurred politely.

"How can you leave without eating at this time after coming here?" Sushila insisted, her tone warm and hospitable.

"Let's see some other time when I visit again," Geeta managed, and to her surprise, Sushila didn't press further. Bharat, too, remained silent on the matter.

Geeta, now free to explore, began to examine the sketches. Bharat's talent was evident in the variety and skill displayed: birds in flight, serene landscapes, cosmic scenes, expressive portraits, and playful cartoon characters. 

As she moved around the room, her eyes landed on a sketch of a young boy. A small smile touched her lips, and she looked at Bharat, surprised. He, in turn, blushed.



"This is you, isn't it?" she asked, a knowing glint in her eyes.

He nodded shyly.

"Did you draw it yourself?"

"Yes…" Bharat mumbled.

"How?"

"That's a photo taken at the stadium, Miss. I felt like sketching it."

With a soft smile, Geeta pulled Bharat closer, her gaze meeting his. "You made yourself too beautiful in the drawing," she teased.

He pouted, feigning anger. "I thought you'd say I look good, but never mind, I'm not that cute, am I?"

Geeta gently lifted his chin. "I mean, it would have been even better if it was a photo with a smile."

Bharat's shoulders slumped, a dejected look on his face. "Am I really not that handsome, Miss?"

A wave of pity washed over Geeta. She pulled him a little closer and placed a soft kiss on his right cheek. "You only look cute when you make a puppy face."

Bharat's face transformed into a wide grin. "Hehehe…" he giggled.

After admiring two more sketches, her eyes fell upon another one on a nearby shelf. It depicted two figures. Her surprise deepened.

Bharat, sensing her discovery, tried to slip out of the room. "Stop," she said, catching his hand. Her eyes narrowed, feigning anger. "Who is that?"

"Who, Miss?" Bharat stammered, pretending innocence.

"Hey…"

"That, that…"

"It's Chandana, isn't it?"

His face paled, and he lowered his head. "Yes, Miss."

"You haven't even completed junior college yet, and you already have a this close girlfriend, photos…" Geeta chided, though a hint of amusement played in her voice.

He shivered. "Miss, shush… slowly, mom and dad will hear."

"Oh, didn't your parents see the photo?" Geeta teased further.

"I don't know, they're just drawings, they wouldn't notice."

"Haha… Wait, I'll tell your mom."

"Miss…" he cried out, a small warning in his tone.

"Hey…"

"Leave it."

"Okay…" Geeta relented. "Why don't you smile in the photo? What kind of face is that?"

"My face looks like that only."

They both laughed, the tension easing.

"Ha, you're good at these kinds of things…" Geeta said, giving his arm a playful pinch.

Bharat moved away, reaching under the table. He pulled out a box, opened the lid, and withdrew a painting board. He turned it over and showed it to her. Geeta was speechless. It was a painting of a woman, nude, with her back to the viewer.

"Hey, you draw things like this too? Bad boy!" Geeta exclaimed, a flush rising to her cheeks.

"That's you, Miss!” he blurted fast.

Geeta was stunned, her eyes wide with amazement. "What, you?"

"What?"

"I saw you in the bathroom that day, remember?"

Overwhelmed with shyness, Geeta angrily pinched Bharat's shoulder, twisting her fingers into his flesh.

"Aaah…" he yelped.

"You thief, you draw if you see?"

"I don't know, Miss, I felt like drawing it, so I did."

"Chee… I thought you were a kid, you donkey."

"Hahaha…" Bharat laughed, despite the pain.

"Don't laugh."

"Sorry, Miss.”

Geeta turned away, her face burning with embarrassment.

"Is it good, Miss?" Bharat asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Chee, don't ask me."

"Why, Miss, are you shy? Haha…" He put the board back in the box and stood up. He moved to the left, near the room door, and called out to Geeta. "Miss, look at this."

She looked at him.

"Look up here."

She lifted her gaze and saw a vibrant, colorful sketch. 

On the left, a man was depicted against a backdrop of dark stars, and on the right, a woman bathed in the light of the sun. Both held hands, while their other hands were raised to their ears, engaged in a phone conversation.

"Miss, how is it?" Bharat asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Wonderful, dear," Geeta whispered, truly impressed.

"That's you and Gautam sir. Your long-distance love."

Geeta was speechless. Her heart pounded in her chest as she thought of Gautam. A warmth spread through her, knowing that Bharat had drawn it with such genuine affection. 

"You drew it so well, how did you get this idea?" she asked, her voice soft with emotion.

"Thanks, Miss. I don't know, you two came to my mind…"

Looking at the drawing, Geeta impulsively asked, "Will you give this to me? I'll take it."

"Take it, but you have to give me a kiss?" he said, a playful, mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

In that moment, Geeta closed the distance between them and kissed his lips. 

As her sweet kiss met his, a surge of desire ignited within him, and he returned the kiss with equal fervor. They held each other’s cheeks, their lips lovingly intertwined. As they slowly pulled back, remembering their surroundings, Bharat’s saliva lingered on her chin.

"Miss…?" Bharat whispered, surprised.

Wiping her mouth with her dupatta, Geeta, still flustered, instructed, "Take the sketches and tell your mom you'll eat with me."

"Okay, Miss," Bharat replied, his voice a little breathless.

Geeta, after a brief farewell to Sushila, stepped out of the house. As she walked toward her car, she twirled a strand of hair falling on her right cheek with her index finger, her face still flushed. 

‘What am I doing? 

Is what I just did right? 

Oh no, I didn't even check if anyone was watching.’

Quickly getting into the car, she glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror, a wave of shyness washing over her. She leaned over the steering wheel, hiding her face, as Bharat's drawing of her naked back flashed in her mind. It was embarrassing enough that he had seen her like that, but the precision with which he had captured it, coupled with the affection he clearly felt, unsettled her. The innocent surprise in Bharat's eyes when she had kissed him only made her feel more playful, more daring.

‘Now, if comes home and 

says he'll sleep there tonight too, 

what if I give him another kiss? 

And if he asks for something else after the kiss, 

it wouldn't be good not to give it.’

Conflicting thoughts swirled in her mind, igniting a strange longing within her.

As her face remained hidden, the car door on the passenger side opened. Bharat appeared, carrying the painting board and brushes. He bent down, placed them in the back seat, and then settled into the front. Geeta looked at him distractedly. Bharat, catching her gaze, sensed her unease.

"Miss…" he began.

She came to her senses with a jolt. "Huh…" she stammered.

"Shall we go?"

"Yes, let's go."

The car began to move, carrying them away from the quiet street, and into a journey that felt suddenly, thrillingly, uncertain.


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[Haran000]

A dog was searching through a trash pile near a street light when Geetha’s Swift Dzire passed by, startling it, and it rolled into the trash.

Geetha pulled into the driveway, the open gate a silent invitation. Perhaps Sri had stepped out and would close it on his return. She parked the car, and they both alighted, Bharath carrying a few items inside. Geetha gathered the morning's dried clothes from the front of the house and entered, pulling the door shut behind her.

"Miss, toilet?" Bharath asked.

"Go, why are you asking me?" Geetha replied, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "Just wash your face and come."

He disappeared into the bathroom.

Geetha tossed the clothes onto the bedroom chair, unhooked her dupatta, and hung it. A splash of water at the washbasin, a quick wipe, and she was in the kitchen.

"Miss…" Bharath's voice echoed from the hall as he emerged from the bathroom.

"I'm in the kitchen," Geetha called back.

"Miss, come, change your dress."

"For what?"

"What? We planned to paint, didn't we?"

"Not like this?" Geetha questioned, glancing down at her attire.

"Okay, as you wish," Bharath conceded, stepping closer and taking her hand.

"I feel like it's not necessary," Geetha murmured.

"If you don't want to, then no," he said, releasing her hand. "I'll leave then."

"Okay, okay, wait," she relented. "Where and how?"

"Next to the bedroom window, okay?" he suggested.

"You tell me, don't ask me," Geetha chided softly.

He released her hands, gently held her by the elbows, and stepped forward, his warm breath teasing her ear. "Miss, wear something simple, like that nighty you wear, so cute and hot."

"Hey!" Geetha exclaimed, swatting him on the head.

Bharath chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he touched her cheek below her lips, then stepped back. Geetha felt a wave of intoxication wash over her, causing her to instinctively retreat. She turned, heading for the bedroom. "Okay, wait," she called over her shoulder. "Come when I call you."

Once inside the bedroom, Geetha found herself delighted by the delicious turmoil Bharath's playful touch had stirred within her. She opened the wardrobe, her mind a delightful whirlwind of indecision. She pictured herself in various outfits, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Her gaze drifted, and there, next to the mirror, hung Gautam's white shirt.

The shirt seemed to shimmer, catching her eye, and a mischievous thought sparked within her. She took a step closer, her eyes still fixed on the shirt. Her fingers began to tremble. Biting her left fingernail, she glanced at the wardrobe, then back at the shirt, nodding three times in a silent affirmation.

Her feet carried her forward without hesitation. She grabbed the shirt, and with a sudden movement, unbuttoned her top, letting it fall to the floor. In the mirror, her beautiful, full boobs, unrestrained by a bra, came into view, and her cheeks deepened to a fiery red. The realization that she had been out all evening, with her young student, in public, without a bra, sent a shiver through her, stiffening her nipples. A playful shiver ran through her body, a new excitement bubbling up, unconsciously urging her to push boundaries.

She slipped on the shirt, then took it off again. Opening the wardrobe, she retrieved a black lace lingerie from the bottom shelf and put it on. It was a tight, back-hook bra, and she struggled, turning her back to the mirror, until she finally fastened it. Looking in the mirror once more, her nipples, subtly outlined by the thin bra, protruded.

 Blushing, she lightly touched her right nipple with her index finger, stroking down into her cleavage. A wave of desire ignited within her, leaving her feeling numb and deliciously shivery.

She admired her full-length reflection in the mirror, her white thighs like vanilla ice cream cones, and chuckled to herself, a thrill of delight coursing through her. 

Recently, Geetha had lost some weight, making her figure appear more slender, yet plump, and boosting her confidence. Despite the weight loss, the shape of her boobs remained unchanged. Her hips seemed as wide as ever. Turning to her right, lifting her waist, she assessed the curve of her buttocks and, out of a sudden shyness, covered her face with her hands, even though no one else was there.

She put the shirt back on, buttoning the lower buttons until they reached just above her navel, where she fastened the bottom button of her bra. Her fingers trembled as she attempted to button the front over her cleavage, a delightful mischievousness growing within her. Shyly, she buttoned it, then the next, leaving only the one below her neck open.

She took out her hair clip, twisted her hair into a bun, and secured it with a pin. Looking in the mirror again, she noticed the shirt didn't cover below her buttocks. The blue robe she'd worn earlier that day had covered her thighs, but this one left nothing to the imagination. 

With a deep breath, she removed everything except her mangalsutra and toe rings. She went to the door, her left hand gripping the latch. A small, cold shiver traced its way down her thighs. Biting her right fingernail, she nervously turned the latch.

The click of the door opening made Bharath twist his neck, looking back from the sofa. 

Geetha emerged from the room, blushing, her gaze fixed downwards. She wore a white Oxford cotton shirt, her left hand tugging the hem down by her left hip.

As soon as Bharath saw her, his face lit up with a thousand lumens of joy. He instantly rose and strode quickly towards her. Geetha felt a rush of overwhelming shyness with Bharath standing so close. She lifted her eyelids, meeting his gaze for a fleeting moment.

‘Oh no! How he's looking!’

"Miss…" Bharath began. Geetha swayed from side to side, her hands gripping the edges of her shirt, trying to pull them further down.

"Miss, the shirt won't get longer just by doing that," Bharath chuckled.

Geetha's heart skipped a beat. She immediately spun around and scurried back into the bedroom. 

Chuckling, Bharath retrieved the painting board and brushes from the table. He pulled a small table into the bedroom, placed it next to the bed, leaned the board against it, and set the brushes beside it. He looked at Geetha, who stood silently, facing away but with a slight turn towards him.

"Miss…?" he prompted.

"Hmm, tell me," she replied softly.

"If you're so shy, why did you wear it, Miss?"

"You said to wear something cute and hot, didn't you?" Geetha retorted, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"Hmm, yes, Miss," he confirmed.

Geetha held onto the edge of the table, her fingers tracing its surface, as she turned her neck halfway to look back at him. "How do I look?"

"Hah…" Bharath began, a low breath.

"I'm asking how I look?" she pressed.

He set the paint aside, coming to stand close behind her. The moment he placed his hand on her left shoulder, Geetha trembled.

"Miss…"

"Hmm," she hummed, nodding vertically.

He gently held her shoulders, pulling her back against him. Geetha felt a prickle of anxiety. 

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Shh… Miss, silent." He moved her, guiding her to the side, and positioned her next to the window. Bending forward, he buried his face in her neck, exhaling intoxicatingly. Geetha curled her fist into the hem of her right shirt.

"Miss, you need to stand with your hands up," Bharath instructed. 

Her throat felt dry. "Uhh," she exhaled. 

He quickly knelt down, his cool hands gently grasping her knees. 

Geetha felt a small shock and instinctively drew both her legs closer. 

From below, he looked up, mesmerized for five seconds by her creamy thighs, the beauty of her buttery plump buttocks, and the black panties clinging to her backside, making them appear held. Desire surged within him, his manhood coming to life, stiffening his pants.

In a thin voice, Geetha whispered, "Puppy."

"Huh, Miss…"

"Don't look like that, dear."

"Hmm…" He stood up and stepped back. 

Just then, Bharath's stomach rumbled. He suddenly realized they hadn't eaten yet. "Miss, I'm hungry, we haven't eaten anything."

Geetha immediately turned back, a silent "True" echoing in her mind. "Yes, right," she said, chuckling at the thought that they had both forgotten about food, consumed by each other. 

The moment Geetha turned, Bharath's gaze drifted to her bust. The black bra was visible like a shadow through the white shirt, and her curves lifted the fabric, displaying them. His eyes filled with desire, which he quickly tried to hide, turning and exiting the bedroom.

"Miss, what did you cook? Let's eat first, then we can do the drawing." Geetha understood why Bharath had left so abruptly. She blushed, went to the door, and closed it.

"Okay, I'll change my dress and come to cook, wait."

"Haven't you cooked yet?" he called back, turning. "Miss, wait, why change your dress?" 

Geetha smiled shyly. "Naughty boy, how can I? I'm shy…" 

As she was closing the door, Bharath stopped it with his hand at the last second.

"Miss, it's fine, come, I'm hungry."

"Hey… No…"

"Not no, yes… Come, I won't let go of the door."

Letting go of the door, delighted by his mischievous words, she chuckled softly, leaning against it. "Too much, ra."

Bharath came close to Geetha, leaning his palm against the wall next to her right shoulder, his gaze mischievous. "Miss, I want to keep looking like this. Can't I? Why bother taking one dress off and putting another on, tell me." 

Geetha had no answer, and delighted, she pushed his hand away and went into the kitchen.

Peering into the fridge, she saw two cauliflowers; no other vegetables, just some chilies and coriander. She began to calculate how long cauliflower would take to cook. Just then, she felt Bharath's warm, intense gaze on her thighs. She stood up and looked to her right, and Bharath quickly averted his face. 

‘Oh, you've spoiled the boy well, Geetha.’

"Hey, you go away," Geetha said.

"I came to see what you're cooking."

Geetha stood up, closed the fridge door, passed Bharath, and went into the hall. 

"Cauliflower will take long, why cook? Let's order something, what do you want to eat?"

"Miss, let's make cauliflower fried rice."

"Why fried rice now, dear? I'll order something good."

"Miss, fried rice doesn't mean with rice, it's made only with cauliflower."

"What? I've never heard of that."

"Miss, I'll tell you, I'll help you with the cooking."

"Why bother, dear? Let's order, you said you were hungry."

"Miss, even if we order, it might take thirty minutes to arrive. We can cook this in that time."

"Oh! Okay."

Wearing a shirt that only reached her thighs, as she walked into the kitchen with Bharath, she remembered the jokes Bharath had made in the kitchen like this before, and a warm tingle started in her thighs. 

She took out the cauliflower, washed it, and cut it into pieces. On the other side, Bharath retrieved the mixer, washed its jar in the sink, and joined Geetha.

"Miss, put those pieces in here," he instructed. Geetha complied, dropping the pieces into the jar.

"Miss, now you have to grind this."

"Won't it become a soft paste?" she asked, concerned.

"No, Miss. Grind it, then spread it on a plate for a while, and it will become soft grains, see."

Geetha took the jar, put the lid on, and fitted it onto the mixer. Bharath stood behind her, looking up from below, his arousal growing as Geetha's thighs swayed with her movements under the hem of her shirt. As Geetha ground with the mixer, he slowly leaned against her from behind. As his nose pressed into her right shoulder, Geetha shivered slightly, a soft chuckle escaping her lips, knowing Bharath was doing it out of affection. He rested his chin fully on her shoulder.

"Get up, dear, it's heavy on my hand," Geetha said.

He inhaled her neck, exhaled warmly, and stretched both hands forward, joining them around her waist. His warm hands, over the thin shirt, touched her waist, sending a warm, pleasant sensation through Geetha.

"Mm… move, Bharath," she murmured.

In her ear, Bharath responded, "Uh-huh…"

"Hey, move…" She shook her shoulder, and he let go, stepping back. 

Geetha turned off the mixer, opened the lid, and showed it to Bharath. "Is this enough?"

Bharath looked inside; the cauliflower had become like soft semolina. "Yes, Miss, okay, give it to me." He took it, picked up a plate from the stand next to him, poured the cauliflower paste onto it, and spread it evenly. 

He then took the plate to the hall dining table and turned on the fan. Meanwhile, Geetha began cutting chilies and onions.

Bharath returned to the kitchen, retrieved coriander and spring onions from the basket, and cut them with a small knife. He washed them in a small bowl filled with water. 

Geetha placed the cut vegetables next to the stove. Bharath went and brought the cauliflower plate, stirred the powder with a spoon, and gave it to Geetha, who mixed it with her hand.

"It's true, dear, it looks like small grains," Geetha observed.

"Now just cook it like fried rice."

"Good idea, dear."

"Do you know something else, Miss? Since this is cauliflower, you'll get full vegetable nutrients."

"Hmm… yes, very healthy. Who told you this?"

"I watch cooking videos on YouTube, Miss. I also like to cook.”

"Haha… really? Why, dear?"

"So I can help you, that's why."

"Oh, that's enough…" Geetha laughed softly. "How do you come up with these flirting words?"

Bharath chuckled.

Geetha began cooking. She poured oil into the wok, and after it heated, she added mustard seeds and cumin, then chopped onions. After they sautéed, she added green chilies and stirred. 

Bharath's eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. He stood next to her, almost drooling as he looked up and down at the paneer sculpture cooking in front of him.

After Geetha sautéed ginger-garlic and turmeric, she gradually added the ground cauliflower while stirring. 

Bharath took a plate and helped her pour it, and Geetha continued to stir. Bharath took the garam masala box, sprinkled a little, and put it aside.

"Miss, do you have soy sauce and tomato paste?" he asked. 

Geetha took them out from the shelf and gave them to him. As he poured a little of each, Geetha stirred.

"Miss, you need to mix it well. Let me mix, move aside."

"It's okay, dear, you're not used to it. I'm doing it."

"Oh! Okay, Miss."

[Haran000]

The world outside their home faded into oblivion; their universe had shrunk to the space between them. 


Bharat, a man deeply entwined with the woman before him, found himself unable to pull away without a kiss from Geeta, and one kiss, he knew, would never suffice. 

The fate of the painting, a mere backdrop to their unfolding drama, remained uncertain. 

Bharat’s mind, however, was consumed with a singular thought: how much more time could he steal with Geeta?

As Geeta stirred, a lock of her hair, dampened with sweat, clung to her forehead and trailed down her cheek. Bharat, observing this, gently reached out his left hand and tucked the stray strands behind her ear.

"Thanks ra," Geeta murmured, her voice a soft caress.

Absentmindedly, Bharat leaned in, his tongue darting out to lightly trace the spot. The unexpected cold touch sent a shiver through Geeta, momentarily stunning her. Her movements, once fluid, slowed to a halt. When she offered no resistance, Bharat’s tongue ventured out again, a second, lingering lick.

‘Should I stop?’

Geeta’s eyelids fluttered, half-closed in a dreamlike state, as she remained utterly still. 

Bharat, ever attentive, caught another bead of sweat with his lips as it began its descent. 

A rising tide of desire threatened to overwhelm Geeta, and in a desperate attempt to suppress it, she gripped the stove with her left hand.

"Bharat…" she whispered, the sound barely audible, yet devoid of any plea for him to cease.

Bharat's hopes surged, a wave crashing over him. He pressed his shoulder against hers, his left hand deftly pulling down the collar of her shirt from behind her neck. He then leaned in and kissed the base of her spine, right at the delicate bridge. Tiny nerve endings, awakened by his touch, sent intoxicating signals dancing through Geeta’s brain, leaving her tingling. Her right hand instinctively rose, finding its home at the back of his neck.

"Miss..." Bharat breathed.

"Mmm…" Geeta hummed in response.

"Sorry…"

Geeta wondered what he was apologizing for. Then, Bharat’s left hand found her left buttock, pressing softly, warmly, and delicately from beneath. A shiver coursed through her.

"Uh-huh…" was all she could manage.

‘Has he been focused on them since then?’

At the sound of her voice, Bharat’s five fingers curled upwards, his fist gently squeezing her buttock from bottom to top.

"Sss…" Geeta hissed softly, a whispered surrender. With a delicate shift, she freed herself from his hand, turning to face him, her hands coming to rest on his elbows.

Still, Geeta hadn't met his gaze. 

"Miss, you are very delicate," Bharat murmured, his voice laced with tenderness.

Without lifting her head, trembling with shyness, Geeta responded, "Hmm…"

Bharat’s right hand drifted upwards, tracing the curve of her left calf, then moved between her thighs, his nail brushing lightly over her panty, just opposite her clit line. The precise touch, like a flower unfurling, made her jolt.

‘No way, is he doing this on purpose?’

His fingertips, light as a bird's feather, caressed the treasure hidden beneath her panty, sending another shiver down Geeta’s spine. 

A burning sensation ignited, spreading through both her thighs. 

His hand continued its ascent, pausing at the last button of her shirt.

"Miss, I want to see," Bharat confessed, his voice a low thrum.

‘What? No.’

Fear, cold and sudden, clutched at her. 

Nervously, she slipped away from Bharat, turning her face to compose herself. She picked up the ladle, resuming her stirring with feigned indifference.

From her right, his hand came to rest on her navel, his index finger gently probing her belly button.

‘So, it's about the belly button? 

I thought it was something else, ugh!’

Even through the fabric of her shirt, Geeta felt the warmth of his finger. Taking a deep, passionate breath, he rested his chin on her shoulder from behind. "You know how much I like it."

"Hmm…" Geeta hummed, her voice a soft invitation.

She turned off the stove, and still holding Bharat’s hand, abruptly turned towards him. 

Bharat’s eyes, alight with desire, met hers. He tightened his grip around her waist, lifting her effortlessly, and settled her onto the kitchen counter. He stepped between her thighs, his gaze intoxicating as it locked with hers. His erection, unable to be contained, pressed against her thighs, intensifying the heat within Geeta.

With a surge of desire, Geeta cupped Bharat’s face in her hands. Slowly, her lips parted, and she raised her chin forward.

Geeta’s body found its only solace in movement, a desperate attempt to quiet the clamor within. She slowly lifted her neck. Bharat, eager, lowered his face, their breaths mingling. 

Their eyes met, fumbling, playing, pupils dilating with unspoken longing. As her lips parted, her trembling upper lip touched Bharat's lower lip, and he, in turn, caught her lip with both of his. Geeta lifted her body, a kiss blossoming between them, a desperate yearning to devour each other's lips.

Bharat’s right hand slid down, lifting the hem of her shirt, delving inside. His hot hand moved over her soft, milky-cloud like waist, ascending until he passionately sucked her lower lip, just below Geeta's left boob, over her waist.

Geeta let her head fall back, her arms circling his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. He pressed further into her, his erection firm against her pussy mound. Unable to control the surge of desire, he gave a sudden thrust, pulling his hips back before pushing forward once more.

A sweet blow landed on her vagina, and her labia cried out in a sudden, sharp intake of breath. 

She bent her legs, rubbing her pussy against Bharat’s poking hardness. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a low moan in his mouth. Her mind conjured images of Bharat above her, their bodies entwined, both of them glistening with sweat, both half-naked and panting.
"Uh-huh."

Pulling their lips apart, Geeta whispered, "Move…"

At her words, Bharat instantly shifted back. She leaned in again, kissing his lips once more. 

Bharat's hand found the back of her head, pressing his mouth into hers, lost in the rhythm of their shared breaths. Geeta's desire spread, a tingling sensation reaching her hands. 

Unable to control the insistent itching between her thighs, her trembling right hand descended, finding Bharat's waist. Her left arm tightened around his shoulders, and her right hand slipped down, her fingers finding their way into Bharat's pant waistband.

‘Hey, Geeta, what are you doing?’

She nervously pulled her hand back.

Meanwhile, another thunderbolt struck. 

Bharat, leaning in for another kiss, slipped both his hands under her waist, past the lower edges of her shirt, and beneath her warm, fluttering buttocks. With a powerful surge, he lifted Geeta, seating her in his palms.



Geeta, consumed by renewed passion, cradled his head in her hands. She, in turn, took his lower lip between her own, pulling gently, then began to suck his upper lip, sharing breaths with him.

Bharat’s hands tightened their grip on her soft asscheeks, and he deftly slipped two fingers into the panty edges on both sides, creating a delicious sensation, as if touching her buttock cleavage directly.

"Mm…" Geeta hummed, a sound of pure pleasure.

Licking her lower lip, he moved his upper lip downwards, kissing her chin. Then, his lips found the curve of her neck, and, burying his mouth into her collar, he pushed the edge of her shirt aside with his nose. He held the skin under Geeta’s shoulder, near her boob, and sucked it with his lips. 

Geeta, in turn, began to press his head further into her neck.

Her shirt stretched towards her left shoulder. Bharat tried to pull it down further with his teeth, but the stubborn third button resisted, pressing the shirt against her chest, battling with Bharat's determined efforts.

He kissed her left cheek, pushing his lips deeply into her embrace, then came up, her face a blur of sensations. 

Geeta floated in a daze, her eyes closed, utterly lost in the moment.

Bharat showered her with kisses: on her left cheek, her right cheek, her chin, her nose, her forehead. 

She, doll-like in her stillness, held his head without strength in her hands, letting him kiss her without resistance.

"Miss, won’t you give the puppy some snacks?" Bharat teased, his voice husky.

"Hmm… Don’t ask me anything," Geeta murmured, her voice laced with contentment.

He settled her on kitchen slab, holding her shirt button with his left hand, Bharat whispered, "Miss…?"

Hiding her face in Bharat's shoulder, her voice a soft murmur in his ear, Geeta reminded him, "Didn't I tell you not to ask?"

Bharat’s forearm filled the valley between Geeta’s milky mounds. He pushed the button with his fingers. Then, he leaned back and pulled her shirt down to her elbow on her left shoulder.

Geeta, eyes still closed, felt a delicious mix of shyness, nervousness, playfulness, and curiosity. She bit her lip, her body tingling with anticipation.

He placed his hands on her back, pulling Geeta forward. He then tucked his face under her left shoulder and kissed the fold of her armpit.

"Aah…" Geeta sighed.

"Ah… Miss, I could just keep smelling you…" Bharat murmured, his lips tracing the skin at the edge of her armpit, a soft, warm lick.

"Ah… Why do you like it so much, ra?" Geeta asked, her voice light.

"Hmm… I don't know, Miss," Bharat confessed.

He took Geeta’s hand and placed it on his head, allowing his tongue to penetrate her armpit. He moved it around, continuing to lick there.

Geeta felt a sharp, pleasant tickle in her armpit. She swallowed both lips, held her breath, a moment of delightful hesitation. Bharat’s tongue, trembling at the edge of her sweaty underarm, enchanted her. She tried to pull her hand out of her shirt, but shyness held her back, so she gave up. 

Bharat moved his tongue faster, creating a tickling sensation and Geeta swayed, laughing softly, her cheek pressing against his.

"Haha… Ah… No, that’s enough."

He suddenly came up, his gaze locking with Geeta’s eyes. He leaned forward, and she, in turn, held his face, pulling him closer for a kiss. As their lips met, Bharat’s aroused penis again rubbed between her thighs, and Geeta's cunt began to sweat. 

Bharat’s blood boiled, an internal alarm sounding, warning him he was on the brink. Just then, a sudden fear made him pull away from Geeta.

As Bharat abruptly moved away, a sense of emptiness washed over Geeta.

Bharat, covering his face in a hurry, was already leaving the kitchen. Geeta, seeing his hasty retreat, felt a pang of disappointment.

"What happened, dear?" she called out loudly, her voice tinged with concern.

"I can’t hold my pee, Miss…" he said, disappearing into the bedroom.

Here, Geeta slowly descended from the kitchen counter, adjusted her shirt, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her gaze fell upon the pan nearby. With a holder, she removed the lid and resumed stirring.

Geeta’s feet wouldn’t stay still. A strange dissatisfaction began to brew within her. The warmth Bharat had provided, the comfort his touch had brought, had vanished, leaving her body feeling suddenly cold.

She turned off the stove, lifted the pan, and placed it on the dining table. She also brought a bottle of water. 

As she settled into the dining chair, she pulled her shirt down, but it stubbornly kept riding up, a constant source of irritation.

Three minutes passed, and Bharat still hadn't returned, a curious thought nagging at her. 

‘He had said he needed to pee, yet he remained absent.’

‘So, he… Ugh, why am I thinking like this?’

A minute later, he came and sat down.

[Haran000]

The gnawing ache in Bharath's stomach was relentless. " I can't stand this hunger, Miss," he groaned, his eyes fixed on Geetha. Her gaze, however, dropped to a more intimate spot, settling between his legs for a brief moment before she began serving their meal.

Bharath eagerly took his plate, snatching a spoon from the cup. The first bite was a revelation, and he looked up at Geetha, an unspoken question in his eyes.

"What, is it not good?" she asked, a slight frown creasing her brow.

"You tell me?" he challenged, a playful glint in his eyes.

Geetha took a bite herself, her expression thoughtful. "Hmm... it's good," she conceded, a small smile finally gracing Bharath's face. "It's good," she affirmed.

"Yes, that's why I told you, Miss," Bharath responded, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"Thanks to you, I learned a new dish today," Geetha said, a genuine warmth in her tone.
Bharath chuckled softly. His hunger was a fierce beast, and he devoured his meal in five short minutes. Geetha watched as his plate was scbangd clean, yet he still clutched his spoon.

"Do you want some more?" she offered, already knowing the answer.

"No, Miss, that's enough," he demurred, though his lingering grip on the spoon told a different story.

"Here, take some of mine," she insisted, pushing her plate towards him.

"No, Miss," he protested again, but his resolve was weakening.

"Take it, this much is enough for me." She leaned forward, a graceful movement, as she transferred a portion from her plate to his. As she did, Bharath's gaze settled on her, and she noticed it. 

A button below the collar of her shirt had come undone, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage, like a hidden valley. 



Geetha's eyes widened almost imperceptibly as she realized his silent appreciation. She gently tapped her forehead with her hand, a self-reprimanding gesture.

"Eat," she said, her voice a little softer than before.

He lowered his face, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he resumed eating.

"Don't you think I'll scold you?" Geetha's voice was a playful scold. "Why did you do that?"

"What, Miss?" Bharath feigned innocence, his eyes twinkling.

"Hey, don't pretend you don't know," she chided. "You should give a handkerchief if i sweat."

Bharath's smile widened. "Miss, I felt like doing that, so I did."

"So you weren't afraid of what I'd say?" she pressed.

"But you didn't say anything, Miss?" he countered, his gaze unwavering.

Geetha simply looked at him, a silent understanding passing between them.

-


The lingering scent of their finished meal hung in the air as Bharat and Geetha washed up. 

A mischievous glint entered Bharat's eyes. He deliberately cupped his hand over the tap, sending a playful splash of water towards Geetha. It landed on her waist, and she instinctively recoiled. The cold droplets trickled down her left side, subtly outlining her small navel beneath her damp clothes.

Initial annoyance quickly melted into a playful smile. Geetha turned towards the bedroom, a coy gesture to shield her navel from his gaze.

"Naughty fellow," she chided, a hint of amusement in her voice. "No more games like that."

Bharat's soft smile was disarming. "I didn't do it on purpose, Miss."

She feigned skepticism, her own playfulness bubbling to the surface. "Really?"

"Really, Miss."

"Hmm, okay…" she mused, taking a step forward.

"Miss, show me where the water fell, I'll wipe it."

In a flash, Geetha stepped forward, her movement so swift that he found himself directly looking at her wet waist. She instantly covered herself with her left hand, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Miss, show me," he pressed.

"Hey, come on, you said you'd paint."

"Oh, right."

They moved into the bedroom. Geetha adjusted her hair, then stood before the closed window.

"Miss, you need to stay like I told you earlier, okay?" Bharat instructed, then flipped off the room lights.

"Why did you turn off the lights for a painting?"

"Wait, Miss, I'll tell you." He switched on the bedside table lamp, casting the room in a dim glow. "You said you were shy, that's why all this."

Geetha was taken aback, a warmth spreading through her at his thoughtfulness. 

Bharat always seemed to anticipate her feelings.

He set up his painting board near the door, hoping the light from the hall would suffice for his drawing. Clipping the paper to the board, he picked up a small bowl he’d brought for mixing paints. He poured in a bit of white paint, held the bowl, and stepped into the kitchen. After filling a small glass with water from the sink, he returned to the room.

Geetha stood as he'd left her, facing the window, clutching her shirt, and shyly biting her right thumbnail. 

Bharat mixed the paint, placed the bowl beside the board, and moved behind her, standing close.

"Miss, look this way."

"I feel shy."

"Haha… Miss, I'll paint you just like this, a back pose."

"Hmm."

He moved a little closer. Bharat's proximity sent a warm shiver through Geetha. Gently, he reached out with his left hand and pulled back the collar of her shirt from behind. It didn't stretch much.

"Miss, unbutton one more."

"Why...?" she asked, her voice a slight tremor.

"Miss, the shirt will look a little loose, it'll be better."

"Okay…" She unbuttoned the top button. "I took it off."

He pulled her shirt further back, exposing the upper edges of her shoulder blades where they met her neck. He left it there. Then, reaching up, he removed Geetha's hair bun, letting her hair cascade freely. He carefully spread her hair over her shoulders. Geetha loved that he did this himself.

Standing behind her, leaning in, he ran his fingers over the sleeves of her shirt, down to her elbows. 

Geetha, unable to bear the intensity, bit her lip, frozen in silent anticipation. 

He took her wrists and guided her hands to rest on the window.

"Miss, stay like this," he whispered in her ear, his breath exquisitely brushing her cheek. 

"Please be a little patient, don't move."

She turned her neck to the right, bringing her lips within an inch of his. "Hmm," she hummed, her breathing restless. Her lips felt cold and trembled slightly. Bharat's breath on them made her shiver in his proxy.

As Bharat slowly moved back, she gently tried to control her excitement and called out, "B... Bharat."

"What is it, Miss...?" he asked, moving close again. 

As his arm sent waves of heat across her back, her damp shirt began to dry, and the trickling water droplets down her thighs caused a slight shiver.

‘Oh no, if he kisses me now’

Suppressing her desire, and unable to shed her shyness, she shook her head slightly.

"Nothing."

He silently moved away, going to the switchboard and turning on the LED dim light. The room filled with shades of reddish-green. The table, the bed, the gray bedsheet, and the pillows all took on a reddish hue. The blue blanket folded nearby appeared black, and the wardrobe handles gleamed. 

The light from the window seemed a little brighter than the room's artificial glow. Due to the red light, Geetha's white shirt now looked pink.

Geetha, just as Bharat had instructed, kept her hands on the window, her loose hair veiling her face in shyness. She crossed her right leg in front of her left, her desirous thighs gleaming like a marble sculpture in the dim light, offering a view to her beloved student.

Bharat gazed at Geetha with intense concentration and began to move his paint brush. 

He started with her hair, rendering it a rich brown, a mixture of black and earthy golden, just like Geetha's own. 

He was tracing the lines of her hair downwards, intending to move towards her waist, when he noticed that her current pose wasn't inspiring him. His hand paused.

He put the brush down and walked towards Geetha. She sensed his footsteps.

‘Don't touch, don't touch.’

She was biting her lips, writhing internally.

The next moment, Bharat's hands were on her hips. She instantly froze.

"Miss, lift your bottom a little."

"Why?"

"I'll tell you. Just bend back a little."

Geetha moved her foot back, pushing her two butts backward. 

At that moment, her shirt lifted over her buttocks, past the waistband of her panties. 

Bharat could fully see her panties clinging to her buttocks, and the way the panty straps tightly gripped her created a shape that intensified his desire.



"Is it okay?"

Bharat was lost, gazing at her back. 

Geetha turned her neck and looked at Bharat's eyes; he was looking at her like a hungry kitten eyeing a mouse from behind a wall.

‘Uff… crazy boy.’

"Hey, is it okay?"

Bharat quickly snapped out of it and moved back. "Yes, Miss, stay like that."

Bharat began drawing again. 

Geetha remained still. No matter how concentrated Bharat was on his drawing, his gaze kept straying to her buttocks, covered only by her panties.

As Geetha looked at her thighs, her shirt was on her waist, and its front hem was hanging down. 

At that moment, she realized that Bharat could see her panties. 

With a wave of shyness, she stood up straight, brought her right hand behind her, and began pulling down her shirt from behind to cover herself.

This disrupted Bharat's work, and he felt a little annoyed. "Hey! What happened, Miss?"

"Oh, you're looking at my panty…" She couldn't finish the sentence.

"So what, Miss? I'm painting here. I told you not to move, didn't I?"

"You shouldn't look like that."

"It's okay, Miss, please pretend I'm not here and just stand like that."

"How can I pretend that?"

Geetha didn't question him again and resumed her pose. 

As he looked at Geetha's curves, his dick quickened its pace, making him tremble. 

He somehow diverted his attention and quickly drew her upper body. 

After outlining her figure down to her waist, his mind again yearned for something more. 

His hand twitched, refusing to cooperate with drawing.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. However, he was afraid of Geetha's reaction. He decided to tell her anyway. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Geetha.

"Are you done?"

The question made Bharat flinch for a moment. He walked forward slowly, thinking nervously. He went to Geetha's side. She turned towards him.

"Why did you come? Are you done?"

Looking down, Bharat began, "Miss, I'll tell you something, don't scold me."

"Why would I scold you? Tell me."

"Miss, I really…"

She leaned forward eagerly, waiting for him to continue. "Yes, you?"

"Miss, if you take off your underwear…" He stopped, fear gripping him. 

Geetha was surprised. He had suddenly asked her to take off her panties.

"What did you say?"

"Miss, you saw the previous painting, right, the one where you were in the bathroom. This one is like that too."

Geetha's eyes widened. She looked at Bharat angrily. He nervously moved back.

Stammering, Bharat continued, "Mi... Miss, I know you'll get angry, but it would look good, I feel. Besides, since your face isn't there, no one will even know it's your painting."

"Stop it, don't talk like that. Do you even know what you're asking?"

"Sorry, Miss, I thought you might agree."

"Why would I agree? I'm shy. And how can I be like that, especially in front of you?"

"Miss, you can, because I've already seen your back, right?"

Geetha, a sharp fear in her voice, threatened him, shouting, "Bharat!" 

But Bharat, this time, was brave and didn't flinch.

"Miss, tell me, isn't that true?"

Bharat speaking like that felt entirely new to Geetha. She felt a strange pull, new dominance, a deep desire somewhere in her heart to fulfill Bharat's wish, but her ingrained patience held her back. Too shy, she turned away and hid her face.

Bharat waited two minutes for her answer. 

Geetha remained silent. 

Not knowing what else to do, he quickly embraced Geetha from behind, wrapping his hands around her, beneath her boobs.

Holding his breath, Bharat whispered, "Miss, I couldn't help but ask. I want to paint you just like that. I like you, Miss. I know it's a little uncomfortable for you, but please, for me, Miss."

"I'm shy."

"Five minutes, that's it, not even a second more…" Saying this, he buried his face in her back.

"Tell me how I can be like that. You'll keep looking at me. Please understand how awkward it would be."

"Please, Miss."

"Okay, go outside."

"Huh?"

She smiled. "Naughty fellow, go outside. Come in when I call you."

"Oh, okay, Miss."

He let go and quickly left. Geetha scratched her head and closed the door.

‘How did I agree to this? What am I doing? 

When he hugged me like that, it felt like some magic entered me. I can understand, after all, he's a man. Wouldn't he want to see a woman's beauty? I let him kiss me. I did other things. How much I'm enjoying all the playful jokes he makes with me. Today, he said he'd paint me. I'm wondering how well he'll paint. But when he suddenly asked that, who wouldn't be scared?’

After closing the door, she considered going to look at the painting board, but then decided against it, thinking it wouldn't be good to see it before it was finished. Slowly, she stood by the bed and bent down, wrapping her fingers around her panty waistband and pulling it down. Her slightly damp labia and the small hairs on them clung wetly to her panties. As she pulled them down, they sent a shiver through her vulva.

Unable to believe herself, and filled with shy delight, she quickly slipped her panties off her legs and put them aside. Her own femininity seemed to be blocking her view of her female self. Mischievously, she went to the window, stood in the pose Bharat had told her, crossed both her thighs, and pushed both her buttocks backward.

With an unknown excitement, she swallowed her dry tongue, took a breath, and called out, "Bharat, come inside."


Bharat sat on the sofa, his hands rubbing together, a knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach. How could he have asked such a thing? He closed his eyes, leaning back and swaying, willing Geetha to call. "She should call by the count of ten," he muttered, counting down: "Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one."

Silence. Geetha didn't open the door. Just as he wondered what she was doing, her voice finally called out. He rushed to the door and knocked.

"The door isn't locked, come in..." Geetha's voice was a soft invitation.

Geetha's body was aflame with a burning sensation. A fierce shyness consumed her; she wasn't sure Bharat could handle seeing her like this, and she found herself unable to turn her head. She heard a soft "click" as he turned the latch, her heart thumping in her chest.

The door behind Geetha swung open, and Bharat stepped inside. The sight that greeted him stole his breath. He was stunned, his mouth agape, his eyes sparkling like stars. 

Geetha wore no panties, and the gentle curve of her buttocks was tantalizingly visible beneath the hem of her shirt.

A fire ignited within him, a primal surge that traveled downwards, instantly stiffening his organ. It swelled, threatening to tear through his pants.

"Stay there, don't come here," Geetha pleaded, her voice trembling with trepidation as she hid her face.

Bharat laughed, a soft chuckle. "Haha... why would I come, Miss?"

"Hmm..." Geetha hummed, her thighs pressed tightly together.

Bharat's gaze lingered on her hips, admiring how her body, wide at the base, gracefully tapered upwards. Her shirt barely covered half of her buttocks, which hung like two crescent moons hanging beneath the fabric. He was already losing his mind.

He felt a pull, a missing piece. Forgetting Geetha's instruction to stay put, he walked towards her. 

She stood unprotesting. He placed his hand gently on her right shoulder, and Geetha flinched.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?" she whispered.

With his left hand, he delicately held the hem of her shirt over her buttocks. As he lifted it, his index finger brushed softly against her right buttock, sending a cool shiver through Geetha, making her squirm.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly.

"Miss, your shirt should be at your waist," Bharat said, his voice a little strained.

"You're the one who told me to put my hands up?" Geetha countered.

"Miss, tie a knot in your shirt," he instructed.

"Oh, okay, go."

As soon as Geetha agreed, he moved to the painting board. 

Meanwhile, Geetha tied a knot in the front of her shirt at her waist, her hands still raised. 

Her full, soft back curves were now exquisitely visible for him.

Bharat looked at them, panting with eagerness, and picked up his brush. As he lowered it from her waist, his gaze drifted down to Geetha's white hips, and then to the delicate valley formed by the joining of her elevated buttocks. He couldn't breathe. Her full, well-rounded figure, reminiscent of a cluster of pearls, and her thighs, made his pants feel impossibly constricted.

Steadying his breath, he began to draw. Despite the AC, a single bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. His heart pounded rapidly, his hand trembling, making the brush quiver.

In the faint light from the window, Geetha's face was visible, her lip caught between her teeth in a gesture of shyness. 

Below, with nothing covering her honeypot, the AC's coolness met her heated thighs. 

In that silent battle, the lips between her thighs softened, surrendered, and offered up their nectar.

Above, Geetha's right ring finger began to itch. She rubbed it against the windowpane, a small gesture to control her rising urges.

Memories flooded Geetha's mind: all the moments she had shared with Bharath—how he had playfully admired her beauty for the first time, their first kiss on his birthday night, the naughty games during hide-and-seek, her surrender to his words on the hill, the playful way he lick her in the cinema despite others being present, his heartfelt praise, their passionate lip-locking where he whispered new things, how he had seen her nipple while talking to Gautam, and their intense kiss that very night. Recalling it all, her femininity burned within her, a heat that yearned for more, converting into a wetness, a warm dew drop trickled down her vulva edges.

Her reflection in the mirror began to speak.

‘He'll come here after the painting is done,’ her reflection urged. ‘Don't think of anything else, just push him onto the bed.’

‘Uh-uh... wrong,’ Geetha mumbled.

‘What's wrong?’ her reflection countered. ‘Your finger is doing wrong.’

‘No... he's my student.’

‘He's only a student now, not in a few days,’ the reflection chided. ‘Anyway, why is he your student? He's your friend, you think of him as a cute puppy, don't you?’

‘Uh-uh...’ Geetha protested weakly.

While Geetha was lost in her own thoughtful conversation, Bharat's voice cut through the silence. "Miss, it's done."

She turned her head to look, and Bharat quickly moved to the other side of the room. 

"Miss, you can change your dress now," he said.

She wondered why he hadn't come closer, why he hadn't touched her even when he had the chance. Was it fear? Was he truly innocent? Was this a game, or were circumstances simply leading them both down this path? Was this is his admiring respect for her?

In living hall, Bharat slumped back onto the sofa, his desire a torment. He absolutely didn't want to tell Geetha he was leaving, yet he lacked the courage to say he would stay tonight. He was agitated, unsure what to say or how to act if Geetha came out. 

Her beauty lingered in his mind, the thought of having seen her naked buttocks thrilling him inside his pants. Slowly, assuming no one was looking and Geetha was still inside, he slipped his left hand into his pants and touched himself. It swelled with a sigh, making him flinch and withdraw his hand.

Geetha put on her panties and walked from behind the board towards the painting. Once she reached it, a wave of shyness washed over her at the sight of herself, wondering how Bharat had painted it, yet a sense of delight overcame her. Without looking at the painting, she adjusted her shirt and was about to open the door when a mischievous impulse seized her.

She unbuttoned the button below her neck, then another. Her shirt fell from her left shoulder, hanging at her elbows. The upper half of her left bra cup was now visible. Just her mangalsutra shadowing her cleavage.

‘I told him I'd kiss him goodbye.’

As Bharat was lost in his thoughts, Geetha slowly opened the door and entered the hall. 

Bharat heard her and became alert. 

Geetha walked slowly from behind the sofa, hesitant to go in front of him. Her gaze fell directly on Bharat's knees, where his pants tented slightly. At the sight, a new tremor started in Geetha's fingers and hand. Her steps faltered. As she continued to look, it swelled even more.

‘Uff, why is it like that?’

Just then, Bharat folded his legs and moved further into the sofa. Geetha chuckled at his shyness. His fear lessened her own anxiety.

When Bharat moved forward, he smiled. Geetha returned his smile.

Upon seeing Geetha's bra, Bharat lowered his face, his shyness further sparking mischievous thoughts in Geetha. Bharat sat on the left end of the sofa, while Geetha sat on the right.

‘Isn't he going home?’

Geetha's gaze, however, continually drifted to Bharat's thighs.

‘Uh-uh, don't look.’

No matter how much she tried, she couldn't divert her gaze.

[Haran000]

Geetha slowly let go of the idea of sending Bharath home, opting to see if he would bring it up first. 

He glanced her way. Geetha sat with her legs folded, her black bra peeking out, a blush on her face as she shyly bowed her head, her gaze fixed on Bharat's pants.

"Miss, how is it?" Bharat asked.

"Come closer…" Geetha murmured distractedly.

He shifted a bit closer.

"Did you like the painting, Miss?" Bharat inquired.

Geetha flinched. "Ah!... The painting?" she stammered.

"Yes, Miss, the painting, how is it, did you like it?" Bharat pressed.

A sudden flush spread across Geetha’s face. 

‘Oh no… I must send him home first, otherwise…’

"No, I didn't see it," she replied.

"Why, Miss?" Bharat asked.

She covered her face with her hands, a picture of shyness. "If you draw like that, how can I see it?"

He chuckled, taking her hands and gently trying to pull them away, but she resisted. "Miss, come and see."

"Oh no, I can't," she insisted.

"What’s the problem, Miss, in looking at your own painting? Come." He rose, took Geetha's hand, and led her. 

Geetha walked alongside him, one hand still shyly covering her face.

He positioned Geetha in front of the easel, standing behind her, and gently removed her hand from her face. Geetha's eyes were tightly shut in shyness.

"Hey, look, Miss."

Shaking off her shyness, she slowly lifted her eyelids. Her pupils widened as she saw herself depicted on the canvas. 

A secret joy bloomed within her at how beautifully Bharat had captured her. 

The memory of how she had arched her back, offering her curves to him, enveloped her in overwhelming shyness, and beneath it, a deep-seated desire began to course through her veins.

Bharat leaned sensuously against Geetha, his nose brushing her neck as he inhaled. His warm breath touched her sweaty skin, and her lips began to tremble.

"Miss…" he whispered sensuously.

"Hmm…" she nodded, a tremor running through her.

He touched her right waist, stretching his right hand forward, and poked his index finger precisely at the painted line where Geetha's buttocks met, just below her waist. 

‘Why is he like this today?’

Moving his finger down, tracing the curve of her left buttock, Bharat murmured, "Look, Miss, how sexy your ass."

Geetha shivered again, her shoulders nestling into Bharat's arms. Turning her face to the left, she chided playfully, "Hey, naughty fellow, don't show it like that."

"Hmm, okay, Miss." He lowered his hand and touched her exactly under her lower calves. 

She trembled with desire. 

He gently drew three fingers over her milky skin, moving them upwards. Geetha felt goosebumps erupt, and she swayed.

"Mmmmm…"

As he drew on her inner right thigh, his finger brushed the edge of her panty at the junction of her legs. 

‘No, no, don't, please.’

Touching and drawing on her delicate skin at the edge of her panty, he once again drew his index finger like a bird's feather upwards in the middle of her panty.

Electricity coursed through Geetha's entire body. She froze, unsure how to react, as if immobilized by a sudden chill. 

‘Is he doing this knowingly or unknowingly?’

Her heart pounded faster. She subtly shifted, adjusting herself within Bharat's embrace.

In her ear, Bharat whispered, "Miss, did you like it?"

"Yes… you drew it very well."

"That's not it, Miss?"

"Then?"

He brought his left hand forward and covered her navel with his palm. "Ahh…" Geetha gasped.

"Miss, did you like being like this?" Bharat asked.

"Hmm…"

He stepped forward with his right leg, his hard, erect masculinity pressing against Geetha's soft right buttock. Geetha's fingers trembled and squirmed. He hugged her tightly, leaning over her, resting his head on her shoulder. Geetha was a willing captive in his embrace. 

‘I want to stay like this all night.’

‘No, no, ugh.’

"Ahh… Miss, should I move back?" Bharat whispered.

"No…" she said, biting her tongue.

He slid his right hand up between her breasts, brought it up, and held Geetha's chin with two fingers. He gently turned her neck back. Their eyes met, sharing each other’s breath.

"Miss, you are very beautiful," Bharat murmured.

"You've said that many times."

"Every time I see your lips, I feel like kissing them."

"Even now?…" she asked, her gaze lingering on Bharat's lips.

Bharat looked at her lips, drawing her even closer. 

‘I can't stop now.’

Geetha, unable to control herself, raised up impulsively to kiss him. 

Bharat quickly pulled his neck back. 

Geetha, in turn, pulled his head back by holding his hair with her left hand.

"Miss, not like this."

"However you want," Geetha said, her voice husky.

"Really?…" he said, kissing Geetha's cheek.

Geetha happily hummed "Hmm" in agreement.

Bharat bent his neck and kissed her lips. Geetha eagerly offered hers in return. 

He held her right shoulder with his right hand, stroking Geetha's chin with his thumb, and began to kiss her upper lip. Bharat's left hand slipped inside her shirt and warmly covered her cool navel.

Geetha, unable to control her mounting desire, poked her tongue into his mouth and gently sucked his lower lip.

"Mmm… Miss, I'll give you as many kisses as you want, just say you want them."

Geetha's mind was clouded with intoxication. Her body burned with desire. Her entire being tingled, craving the pleasure Bharat was offering. "I want it."

He continued kissing her face. "Miss… Mmm… Anywhere?…" He gently bit her neck.

"Iss… Anywhere, meaning?"

"Look there…" he said, gesturing towards the painting. Geetha followed his gaze. 

He moved his hand from her waist, intending to show her something, but Geetha held Bharat's hand with her right hand and placed it back on her navel. He drew on her belly button with his index finger. Geetha swayed happily.

"Aaah…"

"Miss, shouldn't I show you?" Bharat asked.

"Uh-huh…"

He kissed her neck and quickly knelt down. 

‘What is he doing?’

He lifted Geetha's shirt, revealing her buttocks.

"Bharat…" Geetha questioned, her voice soft.

Bharat, however, ignored her, moving the edge of Geetha's right buttock panty into the crease of her buttocks, and bit her soft, milky, rasmalai butt from below with his lips. 

Geetha's body felt light. He licked the spot with his tongue.

"Ahh, dog, no!" she gasped.

He got up, and Geetha turned to face him. She took Bharat's face in her hands. "Don't do that."

"Miss, tell me you don't like it, I won't do it again."

Geetha remained silent.

"What happened, Miss, tell me."

Geetha had no answer. She hugged him, hiding her face under Bharat's neck, overwhelmed by shyness. " It's not that I don't like it ra, but if you do things like this, I want more.”

He stroked her cheek and lifted her face. Their eyes met, and Bharat kissed her lips again. 

In the fervor of their kisses, Geetha hugged him tightly, pressing her soft breasts against Bharat's chest. They were both deeply immersed in the embrace. Unable to bear the intensity, Geetha suddenly lifted her legs off the ground, wrapping them around Bharat's waist. Astonished, he instinctively lowered his hands, placing them under Geetha's buttocks to support her weight, as she began to suck his lips passionately.

He stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed. As she gradually settled onto his thighs, Bharat's burning erection rubbed precisely against her intimate folds.

"Ash…" she moaned into his mouth, continuing to kiss him.

He held Geetha on his lap, cupped her cheeks with his palms, and they both kissed each other with unbridled desire. He poked his tongue upwards, tickling her upper gums, and sucked her upper lip.

Geetha paused the kiss. She ran her fingers through Bharat's hair on his forehead, pushing it back. "Just for a moment, okay? Your mom might call if it gets late."

"Yes, Miss." He held Geetha's waist and kissed her neck. As his warm lips touched her neck, she swayed with passion. She held the hair at the back of his head, bent his head, and put her mouth back in his. Bharat kissed her, pressing both sides of her waist with his fingers.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned. "Gautam never kissed me like this, ra."

Good Geetha: Why is that important to him now?

He tickled her waist with his fingers, making her laugh. Geetha couldn't stop, swaying with laughter. "Hah… Stop." In the process, Geetha's fourth button came undone by itself. As he laughed, he kissed her neck, moving downwards, and kissed the cleavage that her bra didn't hide.

"Mmm… Puppy."

He continued to kiss her, burying his nose between her boobs. She pressed Bharat's head between her beautiful mounds, experiencing a surge of pleasure. Bharat opened his mouth and kissed the cool sweat in the valley of her milky hills.

"Ss…"

She pulled her head back and stopped. "You can take off your shirt, Miss…" he said, winking mischievously.

"Hey…" she said, gently pinching his shoulder with a playful laugh.

"If you want, I'll take off my T-shirt too."

She affectionately kissed Bharat's forehead. "Enough, puppy."

"Uh-huh… I want it."

"What do you want?"

"Miss, not the shirt."

"Why?"

"Miss, what I like is not visible now."

Geetha held her shirt and lifted it up, trying to show Bharat her navel, but since she was sitting on his thighs, he couldn't see it. "Can't see it," he said.

"Move back and sit."

"Uh-huh, I want to stay like this."

"Then you won't see it." She pouted playfully and let her shirt fall down.

Bharat, captivated by Geetha's cute expression, stared without blinking. Geetha tilted her head, looking at him as if to say, "What?"

"Miss, why did you become a teacher? You should have done some modeling."

Geetha was surprised, her heart swelling with pride, oxytocin flooding her system. Her cheeks shining red like hibiscus flowers as she looked at Bharat ecstatically.

"Miss, cover your face with your hands, your cheeks are red."

Astonished and delighted, she immediately covered her face with her hands.

"Haha…" Bharat chuckled.

"Enough, you're still laughing. I'm not that much of a model."

Bharat pulled her hands down, removing the obstruction, brought his face close to Geetha's, and looked at her lips. "Miss, I want to see your beauty."

"What?"

He poked her heart with his right index finger.

"Hey, naughty fellow, no…" Geetha giggled.

"That's why I'm asking you to take off your shirt, Miss." Geetha moved shyly on his knees, swaying back and forth. "Uh-huh…"

"Please, Miss…"

"If you see, you won't stop."

"What will I do?"

"You'll kiss me?"

"Yes, you like that."
"Hmm…" (nodding vertically, biting her lip, then shaking her head horizontally shyly) "Uh-huh."

"Hahaha…" Bharat covered his eyes with his right hand.

"Bad boy, you've been looking there all this time."

With a playful smile on his face, Bharat replied, "You're the one who unbuttoned one."

"Do you like it that much?"

"Very much."

Bharat felt Geetha's body slightly bending back. He stopped laughing and became silent. 

Geetha got up and sat beside him. Bharat looked at Geetha, startled, wondering if he had rushed anything. She sat nervously, rubbing her hands together.

"What happened, Miss?"

"I'm shy, ra."

"Miss, you like it, don't you?"

"Hmm."

"Miss, if you're hesitant, tell me, I'll take off the shirt myself."

Geetha remained silent without answering. 

Assuming it was an agreement, he touched the button below her cleavage. Geetha gave a small jolt of excitement. He unbuttoned one, and she said nothing. The middle strap of her black bra became visible. Seeing that, hope surged in Bharat. He unbuttoned the button below her navel. The white skin of her waist below her breasts became visible. He unbuttoned another button. Her navel appeared.

Geetha trembled, clutching the bedsheet in her hand, watching Bharat's hand. He unbuttoned the last button too. Her shirt opened on both sides. Geetha looked down and let her shirt slide off her shoulders.

In the thin black lace bra, her cleavage hidden behind her mangalsutra, her cheesy boobs were bound, swelling as if wanting to come out. Her milky white waist, cloudy soft navel, and the sweet well in its center, and below that her panty, appeared in a V-shape because Geetha's thighs were folded. 



She looked between Bharat's thighs, where he was swollen and throbbing. She bit her lip and looked away.

Bharat was lost in ecstasy, feasting his eyes on the beauty in front of him. "You are an angel, Miss."

Geetha's body was burning with passion. Her beautiful breasts swelled with the speed of her breathing. Bharat's gaze was fixed there, and her nipples hardened, causing a tingling sensation.

Bharat moved a little closer. Her heart pounded faster. He moved another inch closer. 

Immediately, she held Bharat's right hand with both her hands. Bharat silently released the strength in his hand. Geetha looked up as she lifted his hand. She looked at him strangely. 

Bharat didn't understand that look. 

Slowly, she brought his hand up and warmly covered her left boob with Bharat's right palm.

Strength flowed into Bharat's hand, and he moved his fingers, slightly clenching all five for a tenth of a second to measure the softness of her bubbly mound. 

That was all. Geetha felt her heart crushed. She closed her eyes tightly, swallowing her lips, and moaned loudly, "Mmmmm." Bharat pulled his hand back.

Geetha moved away and sat with a slightly sad expression. 

Noticing that, Bharat put both his legs on the bed, leaned over Geetha, lifted her face, and looked into her eyes.

"Miss, why are you like that?"

"Nothing…" she said, holding his shoulders and taking him into her embrace. 

Bharat rested his face on her boobs and wrapped his arms around her back. He pushed her mangalsutra with his nose and kissed her heart. He moved his lips upwards. Geetha was floating in pleasure. He kissed her collarbone.

"Ss…"

Touching her neck, his lips sought their pair and met hers. He eagerly took her lower lip and bit it. She also passionately intertwined his upper lip and pulled it.

"Miss, you can always be like this with me," Bharat whispered.

"Hmm… I want to be."

"I will kiss you more."

"Kiss me ra…"

"Miss, you're happy when I kiss you, right?…" He bit her neck.

"Ahh… Yes ra."

He kissed her below her neck. "Miss, let's be like this whenever we meet."

"Yes."

He held her waist with his left hand and kneaded it lovingly. He rubbed his nose on her breasts.

"Ahh…" Geetha sighed.

"Your smell, your boobs, you are an angel, Miss."

"Mmm…"

Kissing her inch by inch downwards, he touched the strap of Geetha's right boob with his finger and kissed her breast at its height. 

Geetha flinched, startled. 

‘No, he won't do that. 

What if he does?’

Again, he moved the obstructing mangalsutra behind her shoulders, and Bharat's fingers pulled the right side of her bra strap downwards. Her beautiful red, erect cherry-like nipple on the cheesy cake came out. 

Bharat could hear Geetha's heart beating fast. 

That increased his excitement, and he licked the mole like sweet pearl.

“Uh”

Kissing her breast, he opened his mouth in a split second and licked her areola.

The nerves there tingled, and Geetha trembled. "Mmmmm… Bh…" Moaning softly, she held Bharat's head and pressed it against her boob. 

That was a clear signal to Bharat. He squeezed her breast from below with his left hand, and poked his tongue on her nipple, kissing it.

A storm erupted in Geetha, and waves reached between her thighs, creating a flow there. 

"Ahh… Dog…" 

He covered her nipple with his mouth and licked it.

"Iss…" Geetha gasped. 

‘Is it ever this good?’

She swayed and pushed her nipple into Bharat's mouth. Bharat began to suck it with his lips.

 Geetha swallowed her lips, holding back her passion, and experienced immense pleasure. 

Bharat's unrestrained lust made his organ hard. It poked her left thigh. He moved his tongue around her nipple, playing with it, and sucked her erect cherry.

"Ash… Bharat, where did you see this, dear?"

"Hmm, Miss."

"Ahh… M."

He swallowed her entirety of boob with his mouth and licked it.

"Aaah… Mmm…"

Geetha couldn't bear it and lowered her hand, grabbing his erect rod and squeezing it. 

That made him tremble, and he bit her boob passionately, touching it with his teeth. 

Geetha felt a small pain all at once. She held Bharat's hair with her left fingers and pulled his head back.

"Mmmm… Miss, your nipple is sweet." He pushed his face forward again and began to kiss her nipple.

"Uff… Puppy, enough…" she said, stroking his rod with her index finger as if to measure it.

Kissing, Bharat asked, "Miss, do you want to hold it?"

"I don't know, Bharat."

He kissed her cleavage. "Your wish, Miss."

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He inched closer to Geetha, and his hardened erection nestled fully into her hand. Only the thin fabric of his pants separated her warm grasp from his burning desire. Relishing the sensation, she tightened her grip, squeezing him gently.

Bharath leaned Geetha back, easing her onto the pillow. "It's so hard, ra," she whispered, her voice a soft murmur.

He kissed her neck, moving lower, making it even easier for her. Her fingers continued to caress him through his pants. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, a whisper of doubt: "Is this right? No. I wouldn't do this."

But Bharath persisted, his lips tracing her neck, unable to stop. 

Geetha released him, her hands slipping inside his T-shirt to cup his back. As she touched his warm skin, a deeper craving for that warmth ignited within her. Her hands drifted lower, clutching the fabric of his T-shirt at his waist.

She kissed his cheek, then lingered, her lips just above his. "Miss, will you take off my T-shirt?" Bharath murmured, his voice husky.

Geetha turned her head away, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. Bharath gently cupped her cheek, turning her face back to him. He gazed into her eyes, an intoxicating intensity in his own. "Miss, just say anything openly."

A smile touched Geetha's eyes. "Ha, take it off."

"You take it off," Bharath challenged playfully.

"Uh-huh," she demurred.

"I took off your shirt, right? You take off my shirt."

With a hesitant touch, she grasped the edges of his T-shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. Bharath leaned back, shedding the garment. He then lay on her right side, his hand settling on her waist, and kissed her shoulder. Geetha turned her face towards him, her hands finding his shoulders as she embraced him.

As his lips explored her neck, Geetha pressed her own lips into his, her left hand ecstatically stroking his firm chest. "Miss, you can kiss it," Bharath whispered, his lips grazing the skin below her ear.

Shyly, Geetha moved down, placing a soft kiss on Bharath's chest before burying her face. 

He gently took her shoulders, shifting her until her boobs rested on the bed. His gaze fell upon her buttery smooth back, and he playfully poked her just below the neck with his index finger, sending a shiver through her. She was hiding her face in the pillow, beaming with delight.

Bharath's finger began to trace a path down her neck, along her spine. Suddenly, an electric current shot through her, and she squirmed, a soft "Ooh..." escaping her lips.

"Miss, you have a mole on your back," Bharath observed.

"Ooh," she responded softly.

"Should I kiss it?"

"Uh-huh..." she nodded into the pillow.

He tickled her neck with his finger. "Aahh.... puppy, don't ask me anything."

"Really?" he teased. Geetha remained silent.

He bent down, exhaling warm air onto her back before placing a gentle kiss on a small mole on her right shoulder blade. 

Goosebumps erupted on Geetha's skin, a delicious quiver. 

Caressing her lower back with two fingers, Bharath murmured, "Did you like it, Miss?"

"Oo..." she mumbled into the pillow.

He shifted closer, the tip of his erection brushing against Geetha's left buttock. He kissed her lower back, just above the spine. "Mmmmmm......." Geetha swayed, her hips moving subtly.

Bharath's kisses traveled upwards, a path of desire. Geetha trembled with extreme pleasure, twisting and turning like a fish out of water. "Ooooh..."

His fingers found the hook of her bra. 

Geetha stiffened, a hint of fear in her eyes. She craned her neck to look up at Bharath's face. 

In that instant, the bra unhooked. A jolt shot through Geetha's spine. She quickly turned her back, pressing herself into the bed, holding her bra cups with both hands, her gaze hesitant as she looked at him.

Bharath's eyes were alight with desire. "What are you doing, ra?" she whispered. 

In his eyes, she saw love, affection, and a potent lust.

"Miss, your boobs?" Bharath asked softly.

"No."

"But Miss, I saw them a while ago, right?"

"So?"

He bent forward and kissed Geetha's neck. "Sss..." she hissed softly.

"Miss, your boobs are sweet. I want them."

Though Geetha burned with lust, a small, stubborn voice in her mind whispered "no." "

‘No, I won't take off my bra.’

A battle raged within her: one part of her, consumed by desire, urged, ‘Take off my bra, you want it, right? You just enjoyed it.’ The other, more cautious, cautioned, ‘No, if I do this...’

"Please, Miss," Bharath pleaded, his words, his breath, his gaze, weakening her resistance. 

The desire in his eyes ignited a reciprocal flame within Geetha.

"I want it, but..." She turned her face away, a gesture of disagreement.

Gathering his courage, Bharath joined her right hand with his left palm, pushing it aside, and covered her boob with his palm. Her nipple, erect with lust, pressed against her bra cup, digging into the lines of Bharath's palm.

"Miss, if you want it, why are you stopping?" he asked.

"I can't show you like that."

"Miss, don't you like it?"

"I told you I like it, didn't I, ra?l

"Then what else?"

Geetha remained silent, turning her face away again. Bharath slipped his left hand under her head, lifting it from the pillow, and looked into her eyes. "Miss, if you stay silent like this, what can I do? I want you to enjoy it, Miss. Tell me."

She looked at Bharath, a weak longing in her gaze, but her answer remained trapped in her throat. Bharath lovingly kissed her lips. As Geetha sucked his lower lip, Bharath gently squeezed her boob with his right fingers. A soft "Mmmm..." escaped her lips.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth, touching the edge of her tongue. She, in turn, brushed against his tongue. Bharath left her lips, pulled down the bra cup, and flicked her nipple with his index finger. 

Geetha's nerves tingled and soared. "Aaaah....." she moaned.

Licking the sweat from her neck, Bharath whispered, "Miss, I know you want it."

"Ha..." she conceded, surrendering. She wrapped both hands around Bharath's shoulders, her right hand finding the back of his head. Bharath was kissing his way down, his lips trailing. He licked her cleavage. "Umm... Miss, take off your bra."

"Mm..." she mumbled, lost in intoxication, twisting and turning. 

As Bharath held both bra straps below her shoulder and pulled, she shyly and silently looked at his face, avoiding his gaze.

Bharath pulled the bra down to her waist, and she herself freed her hands from it. 

Excitedly, he tossed the bra aside. Geetha was overcome with shyness, covering her face with her palms and her modesty with her elbows. Bharath gently cradled her soft cream cheesy boobs in his warm, burning hands, on both sides of the warm crescent moons, and kissed the soft sweat valley between her elbows. 

Geetha's navel rose and fell. Her breathing became erratic, her heart rate quickened, her navel twitched, her thighs trembled, her soles tingled, and her entire body entered a trance.

He kissed there, then moved three inches down to kiss her belly button. 

She flinched, lowering her hands to hold Bharath's head. "Aah..." she gasped. He kissed his way up, resting his face between into her cleavage. "Miss, your beauty is incomparable," he breathed.

She floated in ecstatic pleasure, unable to utter a word. Her thighs burned, and in response to that burning, her body released nectar. 

As he inhaled her body's fragrance, intoxicated, and licked between her breasts, Geetha became highly aroused, feeling as though she were floating in the air. Her inner lust was breaking its bounds.

As Bharath moved his head to the left, she instinctively began to move her right hand aside. He kissed her swelling breast, then her nipple. "Aahh," she whimpered.

"Umm... Miss, how sweet you are... Umm..." He sucked her nipple between his lips, drawing out the desire within Geetha.

"Oh, slowly, ra," she pleaded.

"Umm..." As his finger went under her boob, touching its tenderness, he held it softly, squeezed it, and sucked it with his lips like squeezing ripe mango pulp, as if it were fire in his mouth.

"Aahh aa... Bha... Mm." He sucked her nipple like a baby, biting it softly with his lips. 

Geetha's heart pounded. "Mmmmmm y.... puppy, no."

Ignoring her words, he licked the saliva clinging to the nipple and circled his tongue around the mole. Geetha thrashed like a fish out of water. "Aah Aah....," she groaned lustfully.

But Bharath didn't stop. He was licking like a dog. She held his head tightly and pulled it back. They looked into each other's eyes, Geetha panting softly. Bharath brushed the hair from her forehead with his left hand.

"Miss, how was it?" he asked.

"I'm not used to this, ra. I can't bear it if you do that."

"Miss, doesn't Gautham sir do this?"

"Uh-huh... Gautham doesn't do things like this."

"So, you mean?"

"I can't explain it in a way you'd understand."

"Miss, forget that. Tell me how it felt to you."

"It was pleasurable, ra."

"Do you want more, Miss?"

"Yes."

"But you said no earlier?"

"I felt shy. How can I be like this with you?"

"Why can't you, Miss?"

"How can I be? But, what you're doing is giving me so much pleasure."

"I'll do this for you whenever we meet."

He bent down and touched her boob with his fingertips, then licked and sucked the nipple between his fingers. She grabbed his head and pushed her bust forward. He opened his mouth, enveloped her right breast, and sucked. "Mmmmm..." she moaned.

He released her, using his index finger to trace along her right nipple, then pulled it gently and looked into her eyes. "Miss, this mark was visible in the video call the other day....." As he caressed it with his finger, Geetha felt tingles. He bent his neck and took her left boob with his lips, kissing it.

"Hah...." she pulled her head back slightly.

"Miss, just a minute."

"That's enough."

Without stopping, he covered both her breasts with his palms. His hands burned, and as that fire heated her nipples, they tingled even more. He held both her breasts in his hands, looking deeply. "Miss, I love.... I love your boobs, how beautiful they are...." As he flicked his fingertips over her nipples, Geetha was captivated. As Bharath praised her beauty with such desire, she began to melt.

He bent his neck and put his face between them, then kissed her sternum through her ribcage. He placed both hands on her back and hugged her tightly. "Miss, I could sleep in this softness, Miss." Bharath's burning cheek against her, his hands like a furnace around her back, his breath like hot steam, created an unprecedented comfort in that cool room with his warm embrace.

She pulled Bharath's face to hers, hugged him, buried her face in his neck, and kissed him. 

Her breasts pressed hotly, lustfully, and softly against his arms, their combined sweat evaporating as they rubbed against each other. He began kissing her neck. 

"Hah...."

Geetha yielded, falling back, and he gradually leaned on top of her. Bharath's throbbing erection pressed hard against Geetha's thigh, and with their movement, his pants slid down, his underwear-clad erection rubbing against her thighs, igniting even more heat within her. Bharath's kisses moved down, and he kissed her right breast.

Lustfully swallowing her lips, Geetha whispered, "Mmmm... stop."

He leaned beside her, kissing the edges of her right breast, and placed his right hand on Geetha's navel, tracing his finger between its walls. Her navel nerves trembled yearningly, twisting and turning, as she surrendered her right breast to Bharath's lips. He was sucking her nipple like an unripe gbang. "Aah.... puppy."

"Umm, Miss, is this a dream or reality?" Bharath murmured. 

A thought echoed in Geetha's mind: It's true, is this a dream or reality? Is this really me? Bharath did what I imagined, is he doing it for real now? I can't believe it.

"Mmmmmm...." she hummed softly.

"Miss, I've been waiting for this day for so long."

"So, how long have you wanted this?"

"I don't know, Miss. I like your boobs. I couldn't believe it when you kissed me. Now, ummm..." He swallowed her breast.

"Aahh, oh, don't do that, ra," she pleaded.

"Why, Miss... how great it is to have such sexy boobs, ummm ......." He sucked her nipple and released it, a trail of saliva gleaming. As he poked his finger into her navel and traced downwards, his finger searched for something velvet, warm, and hidden.

‘Why is his hand going there? 

He did this in the morning too.’

 "Mm... Bharath."

Geetha moved down and joined her lips with his. She held Bharath's face and began kissing him. Bharath, without any thought, lightly stroked her wet vulva lips over her panty. 

A tsunami of warnings surged through Geetha's body. 

‘No, I can't stop.’

With anxiety, she grabbed Bharath's hand, brought it up, and placed it on her left boob. He squeezed it lightly with lust. 

"Hah...."


They were kissing more deeply. Bharath took his hand off her boob and put it on her waist, squeezing it. "Ummmm..."

"Miss, so soft...." he continued kissing.

After a few moments, Bharath's hand seemed disobedient to his words. He brought his hand forward, caressing her navel, and as he kissed her lips and moved down, his middle finger lifted the panty elastic, and his fingers slipped inside. 

Geetha felt a tickle as Bharath's fingertips touched the wet, raw hair  hidden in her wet panty.

‘Stop, Geetha...’

Geetha was frightened and flinched, suddenly pushing him away, turning away, and pulling her legs up. 

Bharath was stunned for a moment. He moved closer to Geetha. "Miss, what happened?"

"Don't you know what you did, idiot?"

"Ha..."

"You shouldn't put your hand there, you know that too."

"Sorry, Miss, but..."

"Ha, but..."

He embraced Geetha from behind. "Miss, no one has your beauty. I'm very attracted to you. I like you very much. Sorry, Miss... I did something without thinking... I scared you, forgive me, Miss."

Geetha swelled with happiness as Bharath praised her so. She smiled. "That's enough, how many times will you say it?"

"I'll say it however many times it takes, I'll keep saying it. Turn this way, I don't like to bother you Miss."

"Why, ra?"

In her ear, Bharath whispered, "I love you, Miss."

Geetha heart felt lite and warm. Her mind soared somewhere. In a trance, "Bharath....?"

"Yes, Miss, I love you, Miss, I won't hurt you. Please turn this way."

"Uh-huh..."

Bharath pleaded, held Geetha's shoulder, pulled her, and moved himself. With their movement, Bharath's erect penis came out from under his pants and pressed hotly against her asscheeks. With that, she was out of this world. 

Some intoxication covered her. 

Geetha understood Bharath's situation. He had done so much, she began to think she should give something back.

Also noticed what was pressing against her. "What do you want?" she asked.

He was shocked. "What, Miss?"

"Tell me."

"Turn this way."

Geetha couldn't stop herself and moved back, leaning her back against Bharath's chest. His warm chest made Geetha tingle. As Bharath moved a little, his penis, unable to be contained between them, rose up. Geetha's fingers couldn't stop; she put her hand back and touched the tip of his hot mushroom. 

It was warm, sticky with precum, and swelled with her touch. As her soft fingers touched it like that, he went crazy.

"Ah, Miss..." Bharath moaned.

Geetha, without thinking, let out words in a daze. "How long is it, ra?" She herself was surprised how she asked that.

"You can see for yourself, Miss."

"Bharath....?" She tightened her grip on his penis with her fingers, as if a fear arose that Bharath would move away. She lifted her neck and looked at her own fingers. 

‘Ah, what am I doing? Why is it like this?’

"Miss, should I take it out?"

Licking her lips, Geetha hummed, "Mmm..."

"Tell me, Miss."

"It's up to you, ra."

Immediately, he took Geetha's hand and put it in his pants. His entire length slid between Geetha's fingers. She wrapped her fingers tightly around it. The penis, hard, burning hot, veins swollen, trembling, passed its heat into her hand.

He released her hand, held his pants with both hands, took them off, pushed his hips forward, and pulled Geetha's ass into his thighs. He pressed his tip against her right butt. Geetha held it completely and caressed it. "Aah... Miss, your hands..."

"Mmm..." she hummed, squeezing his dick, pressing and rubbing the glans with her thumb. She lustfully shook and moved it. 

‘Aahh, how much there is, Uff.’

‘What's actually happening? 

Is this really happening? 

Ah... how smooth her fingers are. 

I feel like all my blood is rushing there. 

I just can't believe it. 

Her doing it herself means I can't hold on.’

‘Ugh... I have no shame. 

How did I even hold it? 

Oh... but I can't let go of it. 

I don't know what he's thinking. 

How many days can I hold back? 

I see it every day, oh, enough is enough.’

He kissed her neck, pleasured by Geetha's hand. He moved his hand from under hers and placed his right hand over her breast, cupping it like a ripe mango filled with juice. 

Geetha's hands wouldn't stop, playing with his dick.

"Miss, tell me, let's play like this, you with my dick, and I with your boobs," Bharath murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"Ugh, what kind of words are those?" Those words filled Geetha with an unknown craving.

"What do you say, Miss?"

"Ha." She looked back and down, starting to sway. She couldn't believe it was throbbing so fully in her hand.

Noticing her eyes, he kissed her cheek. "Miss, do you want to see?"

Geetha remained silent.

Immediately, he turned Geetha towards him and knelt. 

Gradually, Bharath slipped out of Geetha's hand. Geetha's heart sank at the sight. Could she really look at Bharath like that? She was surprised by the size of Bharath's penis. 

Words failed her. 

All the shame she had felt for so long vanished. 

Her affection for Bharath and her eagerness to give him what he asked for surged.

Bharath's veiny penis, right before her eyes, was pulsating like an engine piston just for her. 

For the first time, seeing another man's private parts, she got extreme goosebumps. 

Hesitating whether to touch it again or not, she lifted her hands and shyly held him, shaking it. 

As the foreskin moved back and forth, it felt like it was getting even longer in her hand. 

Her lust ignited, and she shook it even faster. 

Bharath thrust his hips forward, his knees trembling, and he softly cried "Ahh... Miss, ishshh" as warm, thick drops of semen spurted onto her boobs.



Her fingers were wet, and it flowed down her breasts in streams. Geetha looked in amazement. 

‘This is the second time, really?’

Bharath panted, "Miss, forgi...ve me... Phoo..." and fell down, exhausted.

Geetha looked at Bharath, who had his eyes closed, and put her left hand into her panty, touching her vulva. It was wet and tingling. She rubbed her middle finger between her labia. With her right hand, she held Bharath's left hand and trembled as she rubbed it over her vulva. Her body wanted to see Bharath do it, but her mind was holding her back. 

Swallowing her desire, she kissed his neck and placed her hand on his chest.

Bharath opened his eyes. With a slight smile, Geetha whispered, "Puppy, are you happy?"

Bharath took Geetha's left hand, put it in his mouth, and licked and sucked her fingers. 



Geetha watched passively. He took his fingers out. "Happy, Miss."

Geetha put her finger back in his mouth, and Bharath sucked. She smiled shyly and hid her face. "Miss, sorry it fell on you. I couldn't stop."

"It's okay... it's late, go home."

"I love you, Miss."

"My naughty puppy..." She kissed his forehead.

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This erotic romance is yet to reach peaks.

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To be continued……….

[Haran000]

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[santhu304]

Awesome man

[snowy69]

Update is lovely...building up the atmosphere..
Super excited for next update bro...

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Super !!!!!!

[Projectmp]

Amazing update. Super erotic. The buildup was amazing.Finally all the strings of shame are open now.

[nallapaiyan2]

so many lines crossed with this massiv update, thanks, keep going

[WriterPK]

Marvellous

[secpass]

Hey bro I’m running out of words to explain how good it felt after reading ur story

[val.coutinho]

Amazing update..... Awesome..... Awaiting more hot encounters

[Haran000]

Hi Haran000,

You are one of the best writers here and hands down your stories are there in the top5 list for me. I just registered a new account to appreciate your effort. Your way of writing is fantastic.I used to visit this site mostly on the weekends but your story makes me visit the site in every 2 days. I really wish the complete story were there when I found out the thread because the eagerness is killing me. I know it's not easy to write a story even without these much details. Write the story in your own pace and please give us best updates like always. Your story and Dhika's story are my favorites. Just don't forget about your eagerly waiting fans.

Small suggestion: if you could add more images, that would be so great. Just a request/suggestion not a demand.

Thank you bro for spending your time to make us happy.

Awesome man

Update is lovely...building up the atmosphere..
Super excited for next update bro...

Super !!!!!!

Amazing update. Super erotic. The buildup was amazing.Finally all the strings of shame are open now.

so many lines crossed with this massiv update, thanks, keep going

Marvellous

Hey bro I’m running out of words to explain how good it felt after reading ur story

Amazing update..... Awesome..... Awaiting more hot encounters

Thanks a lot guys.


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