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12. Forward

Geetha's first day at college was a blur of confusion and new faces. The sprawling campus of the government college in Karimnagar felt vast and intimidating. After walking through the main gate, she found herself facing a fork in the path, with two walkways leading to a labyrinth of classrooms. Feeling shy and out of place, she hesitated, unsure which way to go. She noticed a group of boys nearby but couldn't bring herself to ask for directions. Just then, she heard the sound of laughter behind her. A boy and a girl, deep in conversation, noticed her standing there looking lost.

"What are you looking for?" a male deep voice asked from behind.

Geetha spun around, startled. She was met with the sight of a tall, fair-faced, and handsome man, who was easily six feet two inches. 

Taken aback by the sudden question, she stammered, "Uh, uh... I was looking for the first-year B.Sc. MPCS classroom."

A smile touched his lips. "Oh, first-year? It's on the right side, room number twelve."

"Thanks, anna," Geetha replied, using the respectful term for an elder brother.

"You're welcome, sister," he said, before he and the girl with him continued on their way.

Later that afternoon, as Geetha was leaving, she spotted the girl who had been with the handsome man from the morning. The girl was standing near a tree by the gate. She was fair, a little chubby, with thick lips and a charming smile. 

The girl waved, a warm invitation for Geetha to come closer.

Feeling a pang of shyness, Geetha approached her.

"What's your name?" the girl asked.

"Geetha," she replied softly.

"Oh, I'm Deepa. Deepakruthi," she said, extending her hand. They shook hands.

"Where are you from?" Deepa asked.

"I'm from Garrepalli," Geetha said.

"I'm from Aithrajapalli," Deepa replied.

"Oh."

"Why did you call my brother in law  'anna'?" Deepa asked with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Is he not handsome? Why did you feel like calling him 'anna'?"

Geetha was caught off guard, and her mind went blank. She stammered, "It's not like that... the word just came out."

Deepa laughed. "It's okay. My friend is coming. The three of us can go together after she arrives. She's also from your village."

As they talked, they overheard a conversation nearby. "Hey, I had a child marriage. Go away," a sweet female voice said with a hint of exasperation.

"Who believes in child marriage these days?" a male voice responded. "I love you, Sindhu, please talk to me just once."

Geetha turned to see a girl in a white churidar walking briskly. As she moved under the trees, slivers of sunlight broke through the canopy, illuminating her face and making her glow like the moon. She was stunning, with an air of pride, a touch of shyness on her lips, and confidence in her stride. A man was following her, captivated by her beauty. Geetha couldn't help but feel a flicker of awe and a bit of jealousy.

"Sindhu, wait for a second," the man pleaded.

Sindhu stopped. "Hey, don't you understand when I tell you? Leave me alone, I have to go home, I'm hungry."

"You've known me since the first year, but you've never paid attention to me once."

"What did I tell you? I had a child marriage. Did you hear that? Why are you chasing a married woman?"

Deepa was giggling, but Geetha just watched, confused by the girl's words.

"Okay, tell me your husband's name," the man challenged her.

"Shiva, AIEEE fourth rank. He is at IIT now," Sindhu said with a straight face.

The man laughed. "Don't joke, Sindhu."

"Okay, it's not a joke. Stop, or I'll complain to the principal that you're teasing me."

The man, defeated, walked away. Sindhu came over to Deepa and Geetha, looking annoyed.

"Twenty-seven," Deepa said, still chuckling.

"What?" Sindhu asked. "Are you counting?"

"Twenty-seven, including this guy."

"Oh, shut up."

"Seniors, juniors, a guy from another college, the guy at the bus stand... there are so many."

"A moon among stars is always like that," Sindhu retorted with a wry smile.

"Oh, you're not lacking in anything. Let's go, it's already late."

Sindhu's eyes fell on Geetha. "You? Here?" she asked.

"Uh... first-year."

"Oh, did you just come today?"

"Yes, we met this morning." Deepa answered for her.

Sindhu looked Geetha up and down. "Deepa, do you think she can get at least four guys to follow her?"

Geetha's jaw dropped.

"Hey, shut up," Deepa said, playfully nudging her. "She's just come today."

Sindhu pulled Geetha's left cheek and gave it a gentle pinch, laughing. "She's so cute."

Geetha pouted and pushed Sindhu's hand away, rubbing her cheek. "Why do you pinch like that akka?"

Sindhu just laughed. "Hahaha... Let's talk on the bus."

Geetha walked silently with them to the Karimnagar bus stand. As they waited for their bus, a boy from another college began staring at them, his eyes traveling from head to toe. 

Geetha, feeling a little nervous, put her hand on Deepa's shoulder. "He's looking at us..." she whispered.

"It's nothing, don't look," Deepa said calmly.

The boy looked at Geetha, raised his eyebrows, and whistled. Sindhu heard it and looked disgusted.

"Don't go. Wait, we'll leave when the bus comes," Deepa said, holding Geetha back.

The boy moved closer, standing right beside Geetha. She felt uncomfortable and held Deepa's hand tightly.

"Hey, why are you scared?" Deepa asked.

"He's looking weirdly," Geetha said, her voice barely a whisper.

Sindhu stepped in front of the boy. He smiled at her.

"You're looking at her, won't you look at me?" Sindhu challenged.

"You're so beautiful, you must have a boyfriend. which college?"

"Government College."

"What? Are there so many beauties in a government college? Wow."

"Okay, I need a favor. Will you do it?" Sindhu asked.

"Yes, you ask, I'll do anything."

"Hmm... When the bus comes, will you save us three a seat? If you do, You can have a kiss."

Both the boy and Geetha were shocked. Deepa just burst out laughing.

When the bus arrived, the boy ran ahead, put his book on a seat to reserve it, and quickly got on. Once they were also on the bus and found their seats, he sat in the seat next to theirs. 

Leaning over, he whispered in Sindhu's ear, "You said you'd give me a kiss? Where?"

Sindhu pointed to Geetha. "Not me, she'll give it to you."

The boy's face lit up with a smile. Geetha, feeling a wave of nervousness, said loudly, "No, I won't give it."

"Poor Geetha," Sindhu whispered, "he saved us a seat."

Geetha turned her face away in annoyance. "You talk to him and do whatever you want, but don't drag me into it."

Sindhu leaned closer and whispered in Geetha's ear, "Do you know what a flying kiss is?" 

Geetha nodded. "Give him that. Poor guy, he had high hopes, didn't he?"

"Uh-uh, I can't do it," Geetha insisted.

"Hey, just give it, it's nothing," Sindhu urged.

Blushing, Geetha hesitantly moved a little closer, looked at the boy, put her hand to her mouth, and made a 'phew' sound, blowing a flying kiss. Then, out of sheer shyness, she hid her face in Deepa's direction.

"You said 'kiss,' and this is it?" he asked, looking bewildered.

"Or do you want a lip-to-lip kiss?" Sindhu retorted. "This is more than enough for your face. Go away."

"Is this a joke for you? I'll tell you after you get off the bus," he threatened.

"What will you do, raa?" Sindhu asked playfully.

"Raa?"
"Yes, raa. Shut up and go away. We said you’d have a kiss, and she gave one."

He got off the bus, looking defeated.

"Why do you do things like this?" Deepa asked Sindhu. "What if he gets aggressive?"

"There are so many people on the bus, what can he do? Nothing," Sindhu said, unfazed.

"You made her uncomfortable," Deepa added, looking at Geetha.

"Sorry, Geetha..." Sindhu said, taking Geetha's hand.

"It's okay," Geetha replied.

"Shall we go to a movie tomorrow?" Sindhu asked.

"Okay, whatever you want," Deepa said.

"Geetha is coming too."

"I won't come, I have to study," Geetha said firmly.

"Hey, classes haven't properly started at college. You're our friend now, you have to come."

"Uh-uh, no. My family won't agree. Besides, I'm not used to it."

Sindhu put her hand on Geetha's shoulder and pulled her closer. "Geetha, why are you so shy? When I first came to college, I was like this too, always thinking about studying. I didn't even know what going to a movie theater was like since childhood, you know. It won't help if we are like this."

"No, maybe you don't study much, but I have to study. I won't come."

"Hey Geetha, we're asking you because you're our friend from now," Deepa interjected. "Why are you bringing up studies like that? Do you know Sindhu is the university topper? Don't say that again."

"It's okay," Sindhu said, waving it off. "But why talk about studies? Geetha, tell me, what do you say for tomorrow?"

"I don't know, I have to tell them at home, right? And akka you know how strict my dad is,”Geetha said, wavering.

"Okay, let's meet after college tomorrow," Sindhu said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

And so, Geetha, Sindhu, and Deepa became good friends. Geetha and Sindhu started going to and from college together, and the three of them fell into the habit of hanging out.

A year passed, and Geetha was now in her second year. She was at Sindhu's house, sitting in her room with a sex storybook. The two of them were engrossed in their reading. Sindhu slowly put her hand on Geetha's shoulder, pulled her close, and rested her head on her shoulder.

Geetha immediately closed the book.

"What happened?" Sindhu asked.

Geetha's face flushed. "Oh, Akka, I can't read those cuss words."

"I'll read, you listen," Sindhu offered.

"Oh, no."

"Why?"

"It's too much," Geetha said, still blushing.

Suddenly, Sindhu leaned in and kissed Geetha on the neck. Geetha was shocked and moved away. Sindhu put the book aside, placed her hand on Geetha's right boob, and caressed it. The touch sent a shiver of passion through Geetha, but she quickly pushed her hand away.

"What's this, Akka, a-"

Sindhu laughed. "Hahaha... I was just teasing. Don't you want to read?"

"Let's read, but don't put your hand on me."

Sindhu opened the book again. "Come on."

The two of them continued reading.

"Hey, I want to get married and have a first night right now," Sindhu said dreamily.

"You would, if you had no shame," Geetha retorted, a smile playing on her lips. "You’ve spoiled me too."

"Geetha, why don't we marry the same guy?"

"Hey, are you crazy?"

"Yes, let's both pounce on him together, once you, once me."

"Ew, stop it," Geetha said, pretending to be disgusted. "You have no shame, you have no brain. All these crazy thoughts."

"That's not it, Geetha. You tell me, who's your best friend?"

"You are," Geetha said without hesitation.

"I think of you as my own sister. Let's marry the same guy, so we can always share everything like this."

"Oh, Akka, stop it."

"It's true. You think about it. Reading these stories makes me feel like that."

"Akka, I'm leaving. Let's meet tomorrow." Geetha got up and opened the door.

"Wait, Geetha. Okay, okay, let's forget about that. Come sit, let's do something else. I'm bored."

Geetha came back and sat down. Sindhu got up, closed the door, and sat down.

"Tell me," Geetha said.

"I don't know, nothing's coming to mind."

"Akka, next year, you and Deepa won't be here," Geetha said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"That's right," Sindhu replied.

"Will you get married after you finish your degree, Akka?"

Sindhu moved closer and took Geetha's hand. "I'll tell you something, but don't tell anyone."

"What?"

"I have a boyfriend."

Geetha's eyes widened in surprise, and then she laughed. "Oh, so that's why you talked about child marriage?"

"Hey!" Sindhu said, swatting her playfully.

"So with so many guys lined up here, he managed to win you over first? Who is that lucky guy?"

"Shut up."

"Tell me, tell me, Akka, won't you tell me your love story?"

"Since childhood, in eighth grade."

"Oho since eight grade, you hurried chick," Geetha teased.

"Hey... go away, I'm not telling you."

"Hey, tell me, please."

Just then, Sindhu's mother called the two of them.

The next day, Geetha, Deepa, and a boy named Sai were in the college ground, reading poems, laughing, and talking.

"Your friend is very romantic, anna," Geetha said to Sai. "Wow, he's really crazy in love.”

"Yes, we're laughing, but he's somewhere in a foreign country now, still searching for her."

"Is he really that much in love since he was so young?" Geetha wondered aloud. "What if that girl is married now, will he be able to handle it?"

"I don't know."

Behind Sai and at a distance, Sindhu appeared. Geetha immediately called out, "Sindhu Akka." Sindhu saw Geetha, then looked at Sai in front of her, and quickly hid behind a tree.

"What's this?" Deepa said. "She's going away even after seeing us."

"Wait, I'll talk to her," Geetha said. "Anna, can you give me that paper?"

"Why?" Sai asked.

"Don't ask why, just give it to me..." Geetha, blushing, tried to snatch the paper, but Sai held on to it, laughing.

"I'll tell you what," Sai said. "If that girl marries someone else, you marry him, Geetha."

"Go away, bro," Geetha said playfully. "What if he's not good-looking?"

"He's handsome."

Geetha finally snatched the paper and, blushing, ran toward Sindhu. She walked briskly, turned behind the trees, and saw Sindhu about to leave the college. "Sindhu Akka, wait, I'm coming too," she called out.

Sindhu stopped and waited by the gate. Geetha reached her, a little breathless.

"Why are you leaving when I'm calling you?" Geetha asked. "We were over there, you could've come."

"No, I thought we'd meet tomorrow."

"Tell me the truth. Were you planning to go home without me?"

"Sorry," Sindhu said with a small smile.

"Okay, let's go, Akka. Deepa said she's going with Sai bro."

"Hmm..."

"Akka, her friend, apparently. He writes poems very well."

"Oh..."

After reaching the village, the two sat under a tree in Geetha's front yard and talked. 

Geetha opened the paper with the poem, and Sindhu began to read.

1.
Don't stand still even for a minute, run towards the sky.
Nothing is ever enough, do what your heart desires.
You've been lying in the house like this for so long, now get up.
There is endless wisdom hidden in your mind.
Achieve it, O great one, with your resolve.
Even if the sea swells, take a risk and withstand it.

2.
When I hear the jingle of your bangles, bells ring in my heart.
When the fragrance of your jasmine flowers blows, my youth loses its limit.
The sound of your play that day stirred up a commotion in my mind.
When I listen to your pearl-like words, a shy smile appears on my cheeks.
If your gaze reaches my eyes, my breath becomes suffocated.
If I stand in front of you, my body feels flustered.
Does my heart speak to your heart, oh woman, saying that you are my life?

1. The Essence of You
   

Every sight I see in my eyes is you.
Every joy hidden behind my smile is you.
Every destination my steps take is you.
Every thought I hear in my mind is you.
Every imagination filled in my heart is you.
Every poem my hand writes is you.

[ I wrote these  ]



Geeta twisted the paper in her hands, her cheeks warm. "They're nice, aren't they?" she said, her voice a soft murmur.

Sindhu leaned back, a knowing smile on her lips. "Hmm... they're okay," she replied, her eyes narrowing slightly. "But who is this guy anyway?"

Geeta shrugged, a blush creeping up her neck. "I don't know, akka. Sai anna said he's his friend. I forgot to ask his name."

A pause stretched between them. Sindhu's gaze was sharp, probing. "Is there anything else?"

Geeta's fingers tightened around the paper. "Mm... The other day he messaged Sai anna with a love letter he wrote for a girl. It was so good." As she spoke, she gushed, twisting and turning while looking at the paper.

"Oh, you read that and fell for him?" Sindhu's question was a gentle jab, but it hit its mark.

Geeta was taken aback for a moment, turning her face away to hide her expression. "It's nothing like that," she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction. "I just liked them."

"Oh, please," Sindhu scoffed playfully. "You don't even know his name and you're getting shy while talking about him."

Geeta looked at her sister again, her eyes pleading. "They're nice, aren't they?"

"Not that great," Sindhu said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "He just wrote them okay. Is he some big writer like Sri Sri or something or what?"

Geeta quickly snatched the paper back, her sudden movement startling.

Sindhu laughed, a rich, full sound. "What, are you getting so emotional? You're the one who fell for the poems and you're calling me a foolish dummy."

Geeta held the paper close to her chest. "Anyway, he's writing them for some other girl, and he's just sending them to Sai anna first to ask if they're good."

"Oh, so you and Deepa are just reading them and laughing, is that it?" Sindhu asked, her tone a mix of amusement and something else, something softer.

"Yeah..." Geeta trailed off, her voice growing quiet. "Okay, akka, I'll be going now." She made to leave, but Sindhu's hand shot out, taking the paper from her.

"Let me keep this with me," Sindhu said, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Geeta hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a shy smile gracing her lips. "Okay, keep it."

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Finals were looming, casting a shadow over Geetha and her friends. While she had other classmates, she was closest to Sindhu and Deepa. The trio decided to make a night of it—a marathon study session followed by a slumber party at Deepa's house.

After hours of cramming, they finally collapsed into bed, all three squeezed onto the same mattress. Deepa claimed a blanket for herself, leaving Geetha and Sindhu to share the other. A cool breeze drifted in from the open window, making the shared warmth even more welcome.

Sindhu, without thinking, shifted closer to Geetha and dbangd her leg over her. Her knee found a spot right between Geetha's thighs, a familiar, unconscious gesture. As Sindhu moved again, her knee brushed against Geetha's sensitive skin. A pleasant jolt shot through Geetha's body. She instinctively moved closer, her face near Sindhu's ear.

"Akka... take your leg off," she whispered.

Sindhu didn't respond. Geetha gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder. Again, Sindhu shifted, pushing her knee a little higher, a little firmer. This time, the pressure was right against Geetha's clitoris. Geetha closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Ah."

"Geetha, it's cold," Sindhu murmured sleepily.

"Mmm..." Geetha replied, a new feeling bubbling up inside her.

Sindhu wrapped a hand around Geetha, pulling her into a tight hug. The warmth was comforting, and something else—a different kind of heat—was starting to build.

"Do you want it?" Sindhu's voice was a low whisper.

"Yeah..." Geetha breathed out.

Sindhu's left hand slowly slipped under the edge of Geetha's Punjabi dress top, her fingers tracing a path down to her waist.

"Akka, no," Geetha said, her voice laced with a mixture of protest and desire.

"Shhh," Sindhu hushed, "that's waking her up."

"I'm awake," Deepa's voice chimed in from the other side of the bed.

"Can't you sleep?" Geetha asked, a hint of annoyance in her tone.

"That's why I'm saying it..." Sindhu replied, her fingers finding the drawstring of Geetha's pajamas.

Geetha's eyes fluttered shut as she began to writhe slightly from the touch. Sindhu's hand moved lower, her middle finger finding and stroking Geetha's clitoris. A shiver ran through Geetha's body. She squeezed Sindhu's hand tightly.

"Isss... Akka," she hissed.

Sindhu bit Geetha's earlobe. "How is it?"

"No, Akka, it's wrong," Geetha whispered, though her body was telling a different story.

Sindhu took Geetha's hand and placed it on her own left breast. Geetha's fingers closed around it, a soft, hesitant squeeze.

"Mmmmm..." Sindhu moaned.

Three of Sindhu's fingers began to stroke Geetha's labia. Geetha trembled, her thighs parting slightly in invitation. Sindhu's fingers moved with a confident rhythm, rubbing just at the juncture of her inner thighs.

"Aahh..." Geetha gasped.

Sindhu plucked at a few stray hairs there. "Ah, Akka."

"Why have you grown so much grass?" Sindhu teased.

"What do you mean?" Geetha asked, her mind hazy with sensation.

"If you grow so much grass, it'll be hard to plow later," Sindhu's voice was playful.

Deepa’s voice cut through the air. "That's her husband's job, what's it to you? Go to sleep."

"You shut up," Sindhu shot back, a quiet laugh in her voice.

Geetha's arms found their way around Sindhu's waist, pulling her closer.

"Ahh, Abba, the chick is getting in the mood," Sindhu said with a chuckle.

They looked over and saw that Deepa was gone. Assuming she had stepped out for a moment, Sindhu whispered, "Geetha, do you know, your Sai brother will come here now."

"What? Why?" Geetha asked, her head snapping up.

"Deepa went outside," Sindhu explained. "They'll have some back door."

"Really?" Geetha's eyes widened.

Sindhu's fingers continued their gentle ministrations as she leaned in and kissed Geetha on the neck. "Mmmmm..." Geetha moaned, her body melting into the touch.

"Shall we go and see?" Sindhu's voice was a dare.

"No, no, ugh," Geetha said, shaking her head.

"Come on, let's see, Geetha, say yes."

"No, Akka, it's not right," Geetha insisted, but the curiosity was eating at her.

"It's fine, come on," Sindhu urged.

They both crept out of the room and towards the back of the house. Just then, they heard the sound of someone climbing over the compound wall. They ducked behind a corner, their hearts thumping in their chests. Step by step, they moved closer to where Deepa was. In the southeastern corner of the wall, a couple was locked in a tight embrace. Geetha's mouth fell open in surprise.

Sai was holding Deepa close, kissing her neck, while Deepa was moaning softly, pressing his face against her breasts.

"Akka, isn't this wrong?" Geetha whispered, shocked.

"They're like that," Sindhu replied nonchalantly. "I only found out one day when i came here like this."

Sai was now biting Deepa's lower lip, a hungry, possessive gesture.

"Abba, he's eating her up, isn't he?" Sindhu's voice was a mix of awe and amusement.

"Yeah..." Geetha breathed, her eyes glued to the scene.

As they watched, Sai pulled off Deepa's T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her full, breasts were exposed. He immediately took one into his mouth.

"Akka, when did she take off her inners?" Geetha whispered.

"That horny girl, she probably went to the bathroom and took it off," Sindhu said with a laugh.

Sai was now sucking on Deepa's breast, his tongue and lips working together. Deepa moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Akka, shall we go inside?" Geetha said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Why?" Sindhu asked.

"I can't watch. I thought Sai brother was a good person, but he's so crude," Geetha said, a sense of disappointment in her voice.

"Hahaha... that's how it should be, Geetha," Sindhu chuckled. "He should be a saint outside, and in the dark, he should be this crude and pounce on you. Abba, he's eating them."

"She only has so much now," Geetha said, a protective instinct kicking in. "If he squeezes them like that, what will they become?"

"Yeah, you're right," Sindhu agreed, still watching with fascination.

"Akka, let's go inside. Who cares if someone comes, what's it to us?" Geetha finally said.
"Okay, let's go," Sindhu conceded.

Back in the room, they burrowed under the blanket and whispered in the dark.

"I know why you said we should go," Sindhu said, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Why?" Geetha asked.

"Because he was going to take off his pants, right?"

"Hey, shut up," Geetha said, swatting at her. "That mouth of yours is always saying those things."

A comfortable silence fell between them for a moment before Geetha broke it.

"Akka, will they do that now?" she asked, her voice quiet.

"Shall we go and see if they do it or not?" Sindhu's voice was a low hum.

"Ugh, you are the only one I could find to spoil me," Geetha groaned, a smile on her face.


Years passed, and their degree came to an end. Life pulled them in different directions, and they all went to Delhi. Geetha felt a profound sense of loneliness without her two closest friends. Even though Sindhu was in the same village, their paths rarely crossed. 

They met a few times after Sindhu completed her postgraduate studies, but once Sindhu went abroad, their connection was lost entirely. 

Deepa and Sai never met up again, and they didn't even attend Geetha's wedding, despite her sending them an invitation. The memories of that night, however, remained with Geetha, a secret chapter in the story of her youth.


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[Haran000]

Present day,


The following evening, a familiar rhythm of homecoming played out in Geetha's house. She returned from college, put down her bag, and splashed water on her face, the cool drops a welcome relief. As she wiped her face and looked in the mirror, she heard a car pull up outside. 

Ignoring it, she was startled by a voice calling her name. 

"Geetha!" Sindhu's voice. A spark of curiosity lit up her eyes, and she hurried outside.

At the gate stood Sindhu, her face beaming. Geetha ran and flung the gate open, her own excitement building. Just then, another woman emerged from the car. Plump, fair, and dressed in a beautiful blue saree, she looked familiar, and Geetha's heart skipped a beat. It was Deepa. Overcome with joy, she rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight hug.

"How have you been?" Deepa asked warmly.

"I'm fine," Geetha replied, unable to stop smiling. She grabbed Deepa's hand and pulled her toward the house. "Come inside, come on!"

Sindhu and Deepa exchanged a knowing smile, amused by Geetha's infectious enthusiasm. As they stepped through the door, Deepa paused. "Wait, your brother is coming," she said.

Geetha's eyes widened. Before she could react, a tall figure, appeared at the door, a wide grin on his face.

"Geetha, surprise!" Sai announced.

"Anna!" she cried with longing brother’s affection, rushing into his arms.

Sai hugged her tightly. "It's been so long, my chitti, since I last saw you."

Geetha rested her head on his chest, a wave of emotion washing over her. "Don't talk to me, anna," she said, her voice muffled and tearful. "You don't even call your sister. It's like you don't care that I'm married and have no brothers or sisters."

Sai gently lifted her chin and wiped away her tears. "But I'm here now."

"Don't talk," she insisted, pouting.

He gave a playful shrug, covered his mouth with both hands, and stood there silently.

Sindhu chuckled. "Geetha, it's not right to cover your brother's mouth like that when he has some good news to tell you."

Geetha's eyes twinkled with renewed hope. She looked at Sai again and tried to pull his hands away, but he laughed and put them back. "What is it?" she demanded.

He just shook his head. Frustrated but playful, she pinched both his hands.

"Oye, why are you pinching me?" he cried.

"Then tell me what it is!"

Taking her hands in his, he led her to a sofa. "First, come and sit."

Deepa sat next to Sai, opening her handbag and pulling out a small container of vermilion. 

She put a bindi on Geetha's forehead, who smiled and returned the gesture.

Finally, Sai pulled a wedding invitation from handbag and handed it to her. "It's your brother's wedding," he said, his voice full of prides.

Geetha's pout returned, but it was feigned this time. "I'm not like you; I'll come," she said.

"She still gives cute expressions like a little kid," Deepa remarked.

"I know, right?" Sindhu agreed.

Sai turned serious. "You and your husband must come ten days early."

"Ten days might be difficult for him," Geetha said, her tone softening.

"It's okay, even if he comes on the wedding day. I won't mind, but you must come ten days early."

"No, we'll come together."

"That won't work," Deepa insisted.

"Did you come to my wedding? I'll come on the wedding day," Geetha retorted, a hint of old hurt in her voice.

"Don't say that; please come," Sai pleaded.

"Okay," she sighed, giving in.

"The wedding is next month, on the 23rd. You won't have college then; your exams will be over."

"How do you know?" Geetha asked, surprised.

Deepa smiled. "Your brother is the District Collector."

Geetha was genuinely shocked. "Really?"

Sai burst into laughter. "Hahaha..."

"I honestly didn't know, anna. Besides, did you ever tell me anything?"

"Geetha, forgive me, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Now stop pouting."

"Okay, but you stay here. I'll make some good chicken right now. You like my chicken, right?"

"We're not staying; we're leaving," Deepa said, and the joyous mood in Geetha's heart faltered.

"Hey, what are you saying? Even if you go, my brother is staying here. You're being too much."

"Yes, chitti, we have to go," Sai confirmed, his face apologetic.

"Then go; I won't come to your wedding," she said, her voice cracking with sulk.

"I'll hit you, Geetha! Don't say that again. You're still acting like a child, even though you got married before us."

"Sorry," she whispered.

"I have to go to Assam early tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

Sindhu, sensing the tension, tried to lighten the mood. "If they want, they can have their first night here. We'll both watch from the window."

The room erupted in laughter.

"Ugh, you're crazy," Geetha said, blushing. "Aren't you ashamed?" The laughter subsided, and a wave of sadness washed over her again. "You're my only friends, and not one of you came to my wedding. You're all so busy, as if you rule the country."

Deepa hugged her. "Forgive us. We really made a mistake. Do you think we would want to make our cute Geetha sad? Sindhu has told us everything. Goutham Brother will come slowly, but you, Sindhu, and Shiva must come a week early."

"We'll take our leave," Sai said, signaling it was time to go.

"Okay, congratulations," Geetha said, trying to be cheerful.

"Call Goutham garu once; I want to talk to him."

Geetha called Gautham and handed the phone to Sai, who walked away to talk.

Deepa looked at Geetha. "Hey, you've become prettier than me, you skinny girl."

"Do we stay the same forever?" Geetha asked with a smile.

Sindhu joined them. "Look at her boobs. She used to be jealous of mine, and now I'm jealous of hers."

"Haha, Goutham anna must squeeze them every time he comes," Deepa teased.

"Hey, stop it," Geetha said, flustered.

"Why are you still shy after getting married? Should I tell you something?"

"Tell me."

"Let's plan a vacation. All three couples will go abroad for a week to a resort on an island. We'll have a blast."

"We'll have a great time with our husbands and have kids," Sindhu added.

"Don't talk like that, akka. It's always the same words. It's not that, Deepa, we decided to wait another year."

"It's up to you, whenever you're ready. We still have to ask that great man,” Deepa scoffed.

"Who?"

"This devil's husband. We have to see what he says."

Geetha giggled. "Haha, why do you call him that? Akka will scold you,” Geetha chuckled.

"She won't scold me. You wouldn't know, but we three are friends, and this great devil, your Sai brother, and that great man were also friends when they were kids. I just found out today."

"Oh, really?"

Sai returned, ending his conversation. "Geetha, I talked to Gautham. He promised to come on the wedding day. We'll leave now. We've been far away until now, but from now on, we'll meet often, okay? Are you happy now?"

"I'm happy because you said so," she replied, her heart full.

Sindhu shook her head playfully. "Oh boy, we can't keep watching them like this."

"The bond between a brother and sister is for a lifetime," Deepa said, her voice gentle.

"Haven't you stopped joking yet?" Geetha teased.

"Haha... Okay, Geetha, we'll leave now. I'll come again, and we'll do a lot of shopping, the three of us."

Sindhu chimed in. "Oh, she still has a lot of gifts for her. Geetha, ask for anything you want now, and your brother will put his entire salary on the table."

"I will give it to her. Why do you care?" Sai replied with a grin.

"Exactly," Geetha said triumphantly.

"Okay, chitti, we'll leave."

"Okay. Take care"

The three of them left, and a sudden quiet fell over the house. 

Geetha sat down, the fan's breeze a soft caress against her skin. She closed her eyes, remembering the joyous reunion with her friends.

In her memories:

On a small table, an Andhra Jyothi newspaper lay open to February 14, 2018. A Samsung J2 phone, 994926***7, began to ring, its sound echoing in the silent house. The soft jingle of her anklets announced her presence as she walked over and answered the call.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Kokila, it's Haran."

Geetha's breath hitched. "Is that you? Where have you been? I called you so many times. Is that number not working?"

"Yeah... You could say that."

"Are you doing well?"

"Yes... and you?"

"I'm fine. What's the matter? Did you remember me after all this time?"

"How can I forget you Kokila. Should we meet today?"

Geetha's mind raced. Why today, after all this time? Her gaze fell on the date on the newspaper. Feb 14.

"Did you come to village?"

"Last night."

"Hmm..."

"Not 'hmm,' let's meet."

"We decided not to meet, didn't we?"

"Kokila, I have to tell you something."

Her cheeks turned a shade of pink. "I know what you're going to say."

"It's not what you're thinking, Kokila." His words made her shy smile fade, and a flicker of confusion crossed her face. "I'll tell you when we meet."

"Let's meet some other time, Haran."

"No, Kokila, we have to meet today."

"No, let's stay like this for a while longer. I feel like if we meet, we won't be able to stay away."

"We're meeting at your village, behind the college at 6 p.m. You have to come."

"But... today... it's not pos..." The call ended abruptly.



That evening, Geetha took a bundle of papers from her cupboard. She flipped through them, a soft smile gracing her lips, and rolled them into a scroll, tucking them into the dupatta of her Punjabi dress. 

Just then, her younger sister, Ammu, burst into the house. 

"Sister, where's Mom? Did you make tea? I brought Tiger biscuits." Ammu was still in her college uniform, her two braids swaying as she walked, her shoes still on.

"Oh, Ammu... Not tea, pour yourself some milk," Geetha said.

Ammu followed her into her room. "Can you make tea, please?"

"Hey, go take off your shoes."

Ammu held up the packet of biscuits. "Akka, please make some tea. I brought biscuits."

"Okay, I'll make it. Go."

Ammu noticed Geetha's changed clothes and neat braid. "Akka, where are you going?"

"To Sindhu's house." Geetha's heart pounded. 

She wasn't going to Sindhu's.

"I want to come too."

"No, why would you? I'll take you on Sunday. Not today."

"Okay, then."

After Ammu left the room, Geetha let out a sigh of relief, went to the kitchen, and made tea. After they both had tea, she left Ammu in charge and went to meet Haran.

She found herself in the vacant lot behind the public college, a place few people frequented in the evening. She sat under a neem tree, waiting. Ten minutes passed, and he was still not there. She called him on phone.

"Where are you? You still haven't come."

"I'm right behind you..." she heard his voice from the phone and from behind her at the same time.

A sudden nervousness, a strange shyness, washed over her. She twisted her dupatta in her hands, unsure whether to turn around. Then, two warm hands wrapped around her waist from behind. The deserted surroundings, the cold breeze, the distant cawing of crows—it all disappeared in an instant. A shiver ran down her body, and she froze, surprised. His body felt so warm, a new kind of comfort.

Haran's voice, a soft whisper near her ear, sent another shiver through her. "I wondered if you would come."

Geetha, hiding her blushing face, closed her eyes. "I came, didn't I?"

"Kokila, your voice is so sweet."

"Hmm..." she said, trying to compose herself.

"What are those in your hands?"

"Didn't you write these poems?"

"Kokila, listen to what I have to say."

"No, first tell me, are these yours or not?"

"Let's forget about that..."

"No, tell me first."

"Yes I wrote them but they are not for you."

Her excited face fell. "Then who are they for?"

"Kokila, this is what I came to tell you. Don't fall for me."

"That...!"

"Yes. Forget about me. We can’t be together."

Geetha, utterly confused, tried to turn around, but he held her by the shoulder.

"Haran, you didn't come for that, did you?"

"Yes."

"Let me go."

"No. We didn't know who we were for all these days. It's best to stay that way. Goodbye, Kokila. Forget me."

With a sudden shove, he pushed her forward. She stumbled and fell to the ground, the papers scattering around her. When she looked back, Haran was running away.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she stood up. "Haran, wait... please... i want you…" she screamed, her voice choked with emotion. But he didn't stop. No matter how long she waited, there was no sign of him.

Leaving the scattered papers behind, she walked away, her heart heavy with anger and pain.

Geetha doesn’t know who Haran is. His phone chat, his poetry, his warm hug and his back image is the only memories remaining in her heart till this day.
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To be continued……..

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April twelfth, evening,

Bharat pedaled his cycle fast and cheerfully, a cool breeze ruffling his t-shirt. It had been more than two weeks since he last saw Geetha, two weeks of a self-imposed exile for his exams. Now, he was free, and she couldn't use studies as an excuse to keep him away. He happily reminisced about their shared moments, which he considered the best part of his life. As he turned onto her street, he saw her.

She was sitting on the front steps, playing Ashta Chamma with Jatin.



"Yay, Auntie I am the first one to reach the square!" Jatin yelled, his voice full of triumph.

"Two of my pawns were killed, otherwise, I would have come first," Geetha retorted playfully.

"I was first, first!" Jatin insisted, waving his hands.

Bharat parked his cycle, the squeak of the kickstand announcing his arrival. Both Geetha and Jatin looked up. The moment their eyes met, a shy blush came over Geetha's face, and her eyes lit up. She, too, remembered everything. Jatin, however, dropped his game and ran to Bharat, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.

"Bharat anna, how were your exams?" he asked, his voice muffled against Bharat's chest.

Bharat knelt down, hugging Jatin close and kissing him on the cheek. "I wrote them well. How are you?"

"We're good. We were playing Ashta Chamma. Will you play too?"

"Let's play tomorrow, okay?" Bharat said, his gaze fixed on Geetha.

Geetha looked stunning, as always. She wore a green cotton saree, her hair pulled into a bun with her signature curly bangs framing her cheeks. 

Bharath’s now, for the first time, with fully grown mustache and beard gave him a dark, intense appearance, and Geetha lowered her head shyly, unable to meet his mesmerized stare.

Bharat sat on the steps next to the game board, pulling Jatin onto his lap. "Oh, you were the first one?" he asked, watching the board.

"Yes, I was the first," Jatin confirmed proudly.

Geetha picked up the cowrie shells, signaling the game was over.

"Auntie, the game is not over yet," Jatin protested.

"We'll play tomorrow, Nani. That's enough for today," Geetha said, her voice soft.

"Oh, what happened, Miss? The game isn't over yet," Bharat chimed in, a teasing smile on his lips.

"We can play tomorrow," she repeated, still not looking at him.

Jatin, sensing the change in the air, stood up. "Then I'll leave. Bye."

"Why? Won't you stay?" Geetha asked.

"No, I'll go and watch TV."

"Okay."

Jatin ran into the house. Geetha stood up, adjusted her saree pallu, and headed inside. 

"Come on in. Should I make some tea?"

"Yes, Miss," Bharat replied, following her.

Geetha walked straight to the kitchen but stood there, lost in thought. She was surprised when Bharat didn't follow her. He was sitting in the hall. Leaving her task, she walked back and sat beside him.

"Did you write well?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Hmm," he said, his eyes on the floor.

"Math?"

"Yeah Miss."

"I won't say anything. Just tell me, will you get good marks?" she pressed gently.

He finally looked up, moving closer to her. "I will, Miss."

"I'll be happy if you get good marks."

"Hmm..."

Silence fell between them again. Bharat nervously fidgeted with his fingers. Seeing this, Geetha held his hands. "What happened? Why are you so tense?"

"Nothing, Miss."

She held his chin, gently tilting his face up so their eyes could meet. "Puppy, if I told you not to come, would you not come anymore?"

"You told me not to, Miss. I did as you said. I studied well, Miss, I promise I didn't waste time."

"I know, ra."

"Miss..." he said, leaning in a little closer.

"Why are you hesitant to ask?"

"Does Gautam sir come? Or did you say we'd go to Canada? When will we go, Miss?"

"Yes, tomorrow, officers will come to your house for the passport inquiry. For your address," she said with a warm smile.

"Really?"

"Yes, I told Sriram, and he applied for it. You stay at home all day tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, I will, Miss."

"Gautam has also arranged the visiting visa. We can go once the tickets are here."

"Thanks, Miss. Are you really taking me with you?" he asked, his voice full of hope.

"Hmm..." she smiled to herself, getting up and walking toward the bedroom. Bharat wondered why she had left him in the middle of their conversation.

In the bedroom, Geetha stood in front of the mirror. She undid her bun, started braiding her hair, and looked back at Bharat over her shoulder, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. 

Bharat glanced outside for a moment, then back into the room where Geetha was combing her hair, her back to him.

"Miss, I need to tell you something..." he said, looking at her reflection.

She pursed her lips, a shy smile spreading across her face. "Come here and tell me."

He walked over slowly, step by step, until he was behind her. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest. 

After a gap of a few days, the warmth that Geetha had missed returned with the touch of Bharat's body. Bharat was intoxicated by her fragrance. He buried his nose in her neck and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, like shackles.

They stood there in a tight, frozen embrace. Looking at her eyes in the mirror, Bharat said, "Miss, you were the one who said there's no need to ask back then."

She placed her hands on his and leaned back into his chest. "Uh... yes."

"Do you want me to draw another painting?"

She turned her neck and looked into his eyes over her shoulder. He kissed her below her lips, his beard pricking her chin.

"Oh my, you've grown up so much after the exams, ra."

"Yes, now I'm not a collegeboy, but a college boy." He kissed the corner of her lips.

"Mmm... your beard is tickling me."

"Miss..." he laughed softly.

"You shouldn't be dull like that; you should be naughty like this."

"To be naughty, the puppy needs biscuits."

"Your words are getting naughtier day by day."

"When such a beautiful teacher teaches, I feel like learning more and more, Miss."

Bharat turned her around in his arms. He held her soft waist like a basket of marigolds. A dizzying thrill ran through Geetha. "Mmmmm... what will you learn?" she whispered, letting go of her hair loose and looking at him, her hands on his shoulders.

"How to kiss, how to lick the navel..."

She stopped his words and pressed her forehead against his lips. Kissing his bread, she said, "Bad boy. I was talking about studies."

"After final exams is over, is it still about studies, Miss?"

"You have higher college, silly."

He wrapped both his hands around her lower back and pulled her closer. Her body pressed against his chest. They held each other captive in a cloud of intoxication.

"Isss..." she moaned.

"Miss, your voice sounds so different."

"Did you miss it?"

"How could I not, Miss? I was thinking, 'when will the exams be over, when will I meet you?' You know that."

They stared into each other's eyes with affection. Geetha's lips trembled like rose petals in the cold. Bharat rubbed his nose against hers with desire.

"Puppy."

"Uh..."

She lifted her head to kiss his lips, his mustache brushing against them. "Puppy."

"Uh..."

As he tried to touch her waist, the saree pallu was in the way. He moved it aside and rubbed her waist with his warm hands. A tremor ran through her. She clasped her hands behind his neck.

"Ah..."

"You said you'd give me a kiss every day. It's been eighteen days."

"So?"

"I want eighteen."

"Oh, you're good at math."

"You are the math teacher, that's why."

She held the back of his head with her right hand. He bent his neck and gave a wet kiss on the right side of Geetha's neck.

"Mm..."

"I'll give you eighteen kisses. Okay, Miss?"

"Mmmmm..." He kissed her below her chin.

"One."

Geetha, overwhelmed, hugged him tightly. He put his hands on her back, held her captive in his arms, and kissed her left shoulder.

"Two."

"Mm..." she said, tilting her head back.

He kissed her throat. "Three."

"Hah..." she said, swallowing hard.

Geetha's nipples hardened, her breathing grew heavy, and she hid her face under Bharat's neck. He kissed the back of her neck.

"Mmm..."

"Four... your back is so soft, Miss."

He traced a finger from the back of her neck down her spine to the strap of her blouse. Geetha shivered like a tiny squirrel. "Ooh, that's enough..." she said, hugging her breasts with her arms.

"Oh, you're so soft, Miss. The softness isn't enough; I want to rest my head on your lap."

"Hmm, go ahead."

He kissed her left ear. "Ummm... Five."

As he moved forward, Geetha stepped back, and they fell onto the bed. Bharat's face was nestled between her hands. Her body was tingling. She pressed his face against her breasts and groaned "Isss..." biting her lip. He kissed her on top of her saree pallu.
"Six."

"Umm..." she said, kissing his forehead.

With his head on her lap, on the marigold cage, he enjoyed the softness. "I want to lie like this all night, Miss."

For a moment, Geetha remembered the present situation and pushed him aside. Bharat looked at her with suspicion.

"What happened, Miss?"

"We can't lie down here."

He moved closer again, put his legs over Geetha's thighs, hugged her from behind, and kissed her neck. "Seven."

Geetha didn't respond. 

'Geetha, after Bharat's exams, you don't need to meet him anymore. He's growing up. If you keep your distance, it's better for both of you.'

The words of Sushila, buzzed in her ears, making her anxious. 

He moved from one side to the other and kissed her forehead. She silently rubbed her lips against his nose. He looked into her eyes. She turned her gaze away sadly. He also moved aside, looked into her eyes, and said: "Miss, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. That's enough. I'm not in the mood..." she said, shaking his hands off her shoulders. 

But he grabbed her again and questioned her.

"Tell me, Miss."

"Nothing happened. I have things to do."

"Miss, you're hiding something. Tell me. Should I not come here anymore?"

She put her hand on his shoulder and hugged him tightly. "Puppy."

"You said you'd give me a kiss every day, Miss. Won't that happen from tomorrow?"

"You understand me so well, ra."

"But you need to understand me more."

She looked up into his eyes. Bharat moved down and kissed her left cheek. "Eight."

"Don't count, ra."

"Miss, are you thinking about what the neighbors will think? Who cares what they think, Miss? Let's do what you want."

"Ooh..."

"We agreed to be open about everything, Miss, so why aren't you telling me?"

Unable to answer, she got up and sat down sadly. Bharat also got up and knelt down next to Geetha.

"Did Gautam sir call?"

"Hmm..."

"Did you romance on the phone?"

"Uh..."

He leaned on her shoulder from behind and inhaled her scent. "Ah... it's been so many days since I've smelled you."

"I'm not in a good mood. Go away."

At those words, Bharat's cheerfulness disappeared instantly. Geetha secretly regretted saying that.

Bharat came to the front. He held her face in his palms and looked into her eyes. Geetha was looking away with sadness. 

'If I tell him, he'll be sad.'

"Tell me something, Miss, please."

"Please go."

"Should I not come back at all?"

She slapped him on the cheek angrily. "Did I say that, stupid?"

"Then what is it? Tell me. You were fine just a minute ago, what happened? Did someone say something? You wouldn't be like this otherwise. It's okay if it's Gautam, but we don't need to care about anyone else..." he shouted furiously.

"Don't yell, ra."

He held his head, feeling flustered, and sat on the floor. "Sorry, sorry." He rested his head on Geetha's thighs. "When you tell me to go away like that, I feel weird. I came here to meet you, and after seeing you, I couldn't stop myself from kissing you. When you told me to go, I got angry."

Geetha leaned back in silence. Her saree pallu slipped aside, revealing her milky-white waist. Bharat moved closer and kissed her waist. The nerves around her navel tingled with a warm thrill.
"Ah..."

"Nine."

"Don't pay attention to everything, Miss, please. Remember how much fun we had that night? Let's be like that, Miss." Saying this, he gave her another kiss. Geetha held his head and stroked it.

Biting her lip, Geetha said, "Mmmmmm... yes."

"See, Miss, how much you're missing your puppy?"

"Hah..."

He came up and smiled, looking into her eyes. "Miss, no one knows about this."

"But won't they be suspicious?"

"There's a long way from suspicion to proof, Miss. Don't pay attention to all that."

She grabbed his head and pulled him in to meet his lips. He got on top of her with his legs on her and began to suck on her lower lip. Geetha's tongue came into his mouth. He rubbed her neck with his hand and licked her tongue with desire. Their bodies were filled with passion. He held her neck with his left hand and kneaded her soft waist with his right.
"Ah..."

He broke the kiss. They looked into each other's eyes, intoxicated, and her cheeks turned red with shyness.

"Miss, I won't come every day, but when I do, let's be like this, Miss."

"Umm..."

"Now I'm not your student. Don't think it's wrong to romance a student from now on."

"You'll always be my student, ra."

"And you'll always be my sexy Geetha Miss.... Umm..." He bit her upper lip. Their lips rubbed, swallowed, and licked each other with passion.

"Shave, ra. You'll look like a boy then."

"I'll definitely do it tomorrow." They kissed again.

"Puppy, that's enough for today. Give me the rest of the kisses when we meet again."

"So, should I leave now?"

"No, stay, ra, but this is enough."

"The puppy wants what he likes."

"Not this once, ra. I have college tomorrow, and I have things to do."

"I'll help you."

"I was getting all these thoughts, and I spoke to you like that. It feels good to be with you like this, ra."

"I told you, Miss, we should be like this."

"Hmm... yes."

"I couldn't believe it, Miss."

"Me too, ra."

"Did you like it?"

"A lot."

"Do you know how good it felt to me? It felt like heaven."

"Why wouldn't it? You made me do all that and now you're asking me how it was, you naughty fellow. And those words in between, they were really bad."

"What words, Miss?"

"Oh, I can't say."

"Tell me, Miss. I don't remember what I said."

"Chee... don't ask me."

He pulled her saree pallu down from her chest and kissed the top of her boob. "Ten."

"Oh... if you say eighteen, where else will you kiss, ra?"

"If you ask me to, we can do it like that day, with you playing with my dick while I kiss your boobs."

Geetha's face turned red with blood. The thrill in her body intensified, and she laughed shyly, covering his mouth with her right hand. "Chee... don't say that... those were the same words that day, too, bad boy."

"Haha... this is just one thing. What else did I say, Miss?"

"Stop it, ra."

"You said you'd be open without any hesitation. What happened to that?"

"Nothing."

"Miss, you can take off your saree, can't you?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Not today, ra. Go home."

"Miss, I came here to sleep here tonight."

"We'll see when it's possible, ra."

"Miss, you're so sexy even when you're this simple."

"You've become a very naughty puppy." She kissed his lips. "This is enough for today, ra."

"Okay, Miss, you said so, I'll go."

"Will you have tea before you go?"

"Instead of tea, you can give me milk..." he said, reaching for her breast.

"There you go again. You have to listen when I say no."

"Okay, okay."

"I'll tell you when we can meet. Then you can give me the other eight kisses."

He kneaded her waist. "Ah..."

"Not eight, Miss. From tomorrow, I'll count the number of days and add those to the total."

"I'll take as many as you give, ra."

"Will you take them wherever I give them?"

"Where will you give them?"

He moved his hand from her waist up and lightly squeezed her left boob. Geetha felt a jolt, pursed her lips, and twisted her body. "Mm..."

"Show me once, Miss."

"Uh-uh... you'll bite them."

He bent down and licked her neck. "Hah..."

"I'll play with them, Miss."

"Vimala akka said she's coming, that's why I'm asking you to keep a distance."

"When will we meet again, Miss?"

"Let's meet on Sunday."

"That's three days away. Oh, that's hard, Miss."

"It has to be, ra."

He got up. "Okay, Miss, I'm leaving."

Geetha also got up and adjusted her pallu. She affectionately held Bharat and kissed his forehead. "You'll understand, ra. You're my puppy."

"Mm... bye..."

As he turned to leave, she grabbed his hand to stop him. "Wait, I need to give you something..."

Bharat stood still. Geetha took her handbag from the cupboard next to her and took out some money. She took a few 500-rupee notes, put a rubber band on them, and held them out for Bharat to take. He looked at her in surprise.

"Why, Miss?"

"You have a tournament, right? Take this. Twenty thousand."

"But no, Miss. I don't want to take money from you."

She forcefully took his right hand and put the money in it. He tried to pull his hand away. "No, Miss."

"It doesn't look good to say no. Take it, ra."

Bharat loved badminton. He thought about it more than he thought about his studies. Geetha had bought him a racket before. Now she was giving him money. His family wouldn't give him this money, no one would. He was very happy that Geetha was giving it to him. He hugged Geetha tightly.

"I don't feel like saying thanks, Miss."

"Don't say it. Just as you wrote the exams well, you have to play this well too. Otherwise, you have to give my money back to me."

Tears filled Bharat's eyes and wet Geetha's shoulder. "Hmm... I'll play. For you."

She held his shoulders and pushed him away. She wiped his tears. "Don't cry, ra. What happened?"

"My family can’t even afford money for a tour. I was thinking of giving up on this because I couldn't ask for money, Miss."

"If you need anything, ask me. I'll ask Gautam and give it to you."

"Uh-uh..."

"Hey, are you my puppy or not?"

"Uh..."

"Then you have to listen to what I say. Okay?"

"Uh..."

"Go pay the fees and practice. Let's meet on Sunday."

"Miss, I'm not bothering you, am I? I love you, Miss. I feel like being with you."

"We're going to Canada, right? You'll be with me for four days there, okay?"

"Uh."

He suddenly took both her hands and kissed her fingers. "Miss, can I say something?"

"Hmm..."

"I don't know why you kissed me for the first time, but I liked it as much as you did. Let's stay like this, Miss. No matter what Gautam, my parents, or anyone else thinks, when it's just the two of us, I want to kiss you. I like being with you like this, and I know you like it too. Don't overthink it. We are friends. You are my lovely teacher."

As Bharat expressed his feelings, she watched him in amazement. 

He bent his neck again, took her face, and sucked her upper lip into his mouth, and Geetha responded and cooperated. They licked each other's saliva with passion.

"Miss, I'll keep kissing you. I won't stop until you tell me to."

"Give me. I won't stop you."

He kissed her lower lip again, biting it with affection. A burning sensation arose. 

"Mmmmm..." she moaned.

"Is it okay?"

"I told you I won't stop you."

"The rest when we meet again. Bye, Miss..." he said, getting up.

A small cut like a kumkum mark appeared on her pink lower lip where his saliva was, and she could see a little blood.

"Oh... I didn't see."

She smiled and playfully flicked his head. "Bad puppy."

"Miss, this will be a memory until we meet on Sunday."

"Stupid, what will I say if someone sees this now?"

"Tell them a puppy bit you."

"Oh, just go, ra. If you stay here..." she stopped mid-sentence.

"Huh? If I stay?"

She pinched his nose. "Bad boy... I'll give you a punishment."

"As a punishment, let's exchange ten more kisses, Miss. What do you say?..." he said with a cocky smile.

"Oh, no, ra. Go."

"Ugh... I'm going."

Bharat got up, wiped his mouth with the end of her saree, and looked into her eyes with affection as he walked out of the house. Geetha smiled shyly, wiping her bloody lip.
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To be continued………

[Haran000]

Blooper:-



Filled with joy, thinking that his tournament fees would be paid, he skipped inside. He quickly ran back outside when he remembered Susheela was behind the house and wanted to tell her the news. Susheela was in the back, attaching a pipe to the borewell to fill the tank. Seeing this, he went over and took the pipe from her, saying he would do it. After he attached it, Susheela turned on the motor switch.


'Mom, I have something to tell you!' Bharat said, his voice brimming with excitement.

'Tell me, what is it?' Susheela replied, her attention still on the whirring motor.

'Geetha teacher gave me twenty thousand rupees...' he said, pulling the money from his pocket to show her.

Susheela's eyes widened in shock. She moved closer, nervously grabbing his shoulders. 'If she gives it, will you just take it like that? We don't need it. Go give it back.'

'Mom, it's not like that. I said no, but the miss insisted,' Bharat pleaded.

'I said no, right? Go give it back. We don't need their money,' she stated firmly.

'Mom, please! I want to play in the tournament. If I win, I'll get prize money,' he begged.

'It's okay if you don't play. It's enough if you study well. Go give it back...' Susheela said, her gaze hardening.

'No, Mom, I'll play. The teacher gave me the money, so what's the problem?' he said, his stubbornness creeping into his voice.

'I said no, right? Why did she give it to you in the first place? Why did you go to the teacher today without telling me? We don't need her money,' she snapped.

'It's okay, Mom. You won't give it to me. The teacher will,' Bharat retorted.

'If we don't give it to you, you'll take it from the teacher? It's already hard for us to educate you in a good college. Now we need fees for college too. That's why your father said he wouldn't give it to you. If not this year, we'll give it next year. Go back and tell Geetha you don't need the money, and then come home,' Susheela explained, her voice softening slightly.

'Please, Mom, I'll play this time. The exams are also over. What am I supposed to do at home? If I go there, I can practice. The prize money is fifty thousand, Mom. I'll play well. If you want, you can ask the people at my college,' he reasoned, hoping to sway her.

She pulled her son closer and hugged him. 'That's not it, my child. The teacher is giving it to you out of pity. It's not right for you to take it like this. You're not a kid anymore. If you get used to taking money from others, you'll get used to borrowing. You said you wanted to go to some country, what was it?'

'Canada.'

'That's expensive enough. So why do you need twenty thousand now? Wait, I'll talk to the teacher. Go get my phone,' Susheela decided.

'Oh, Mom, why? If you say that, the teacher will feel bad. She insisted and gave it to me even after I said no,' Bharat protested.

'You stay here. I'll talk to her,' Susheela said, heading inside.

Bharat stayed right there, his heart sinking.

Susheela went inside, took her phone, and called Geetha.

'Hello, Auntie. I gave Bharat the money. Did he tell you? I was just about to call you myself,' Geetha's cheerful voice filled the line.

'Geetha, what did I tell you the other day?' Susheela's tone was firm.

'Auntie, that day, he painted so well that I just gave him a friendly kiss, that's all. Don't look at everything the wrong way,' Geetha quickly defended herself.

'That's not it, Geetha. Did you think about it from our perspective?' Susheela asked.

'Auntie, I told you that day too. You said no to Canada as well. What did I say? Bharat is like a friend to me, okay? He loves this tournament. Do you know he cried because his parents wouldn't give him the money? Anyway, what's wrong with me giving it to him? I just think of it as helping a student,' Geetha explained.

'...'

'Auntie, let Bharat play well. If he goes now, once college starts, he'll be focused on his studies and won't have a chance to play these kinds of games,' she continued.

'Hmm...'

'He's studying. After he came with me today, he told me he wrote his exams well. You know how happy that made me? He's happy right now, so don't ruin his mood by saying no to this. He's your son, Auntie. It's up to you. Just think how happy he'll be if he gets good grades and wins that game,' Geetha concluded before hanging up."

[val.coutinho]

Excellent update..... Very well narrated.... Good story and plot.... Keep updating regularly

[Naga240]

Nice update, story is progressing well.

[Samadhanam]

Super update. Geetha second child is gonna be from Bharat. He should fuck her wildly in front of her cucky wimp husband and make her pregnant in their canada house.

[opheliyaa]

Dont bring too many characters. the story is going great.