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Adultery The Language of Her Heart
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20-07-2025, 11:25 PM
Terrific. The description, the tension, the chemistry. Cant wait to have more of Raj & Pavi!
29-07-2025, 02:43 AM
Madam,
Why are you not posting another update..... We readers are waiting for the next encounter.... Please update the story don't keep it hanging.
Val
29-07-2025, 12:08 PM
I didn’t even realise how my saree had bunched up.
It was rolled now — loose and messy around my waist and thighs. Like soft waves of cloth all under me. The pallu had fallen down fully into his lap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was useless now. Not even pretending to hide me. And my blouse… Still open. Only that one top hook was holding it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But it was hopeless. My chest was already outside. Both breasts hanging free. Heavy. Full. Breathing fast. The bra was pushed up like black padding under my neck. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Everything was out. And Raj? He was just looking. Not shy. Not scared. Not quick peeks like boys. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was looking fully. Softly. Calmly. Like he was seeing something he loved. Like his eyes were drinking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His face was close. Very close. His lips were almost touching my skin. His breath was already reaching me. And his eyes… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Open. Looking at both rasgullas. Like he hadn’t eaten for days. That look made my stomach pull tight. Like fire inside chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not fear. Just heat. I bent my face down a little. My cheeks were hot. But I didn’t cover. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Didn’t scold. Didn’t hide. I just sat. Letting him look. Letting him take. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And when he leaned forward… When his lips came again… When he touched me once more… I didn’t stop him. I moaned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Proper moan. From deep in chest. And his mouth? It started eating. Not greedy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just deep. Like I was his food. Like he needed me. Like I was made for this. His lips took my breast fully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Warm tongue. Soft mouth. He sucked slow. And both his hands came around me. They pressed my back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then moved down. Over my blouse. Over my waist. Then lower. And they caught my backside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He grabbed. Full hold. Hard grip. Like pressing atta dough. I gasped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body bent forward. More into his mouth. My hands went to his shoulders. Just to balance. My panties were soaked now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sticky between legs. That slow leaking didn’t stop. It was spreading down there. Wet in every fold. But I didn’t care. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not about the curtain. Not about Radhika. Not about anything. Because this… This was something else. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Mmm…” he said. His mouth still full. “You’ve kept them fresh.” “Ayyyo…” I whispered. “Don’t talk…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Can’t help.” He looked up once. “Too tasty.” “You’re chewing also.” “Not chewing. Just appreciating.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “This is not fruit stall, raj.” “You brought the basket.” “I didn’t.” “But you unwrapped.” I smiled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Without planning. Just soft smile. And I bit my lip. Then he leaned again. Took the other one. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Balance is important,” he said. “If one gets kiss, other will feel jealous.” “They’re not children.” “Still… sharing is love, no?” “You’re making rules now?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Not rules. Just fairness.” He kissed deeper. His mouth full of me. “Both deserve attention.” “You’re giving full attention, ah?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I never miss class.” “Especially for sweet subjects.” “How many sweets before this?” He paused. Then smiled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “One is enough for lifetime.” “If taste is perfect.” My chest did something. It tightened. Then softened. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I leaned forward. Let him kiss again. Let him suck more. Deeper now. His tongue was circling fully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And his hands? Still on my backside. Both sides. Pressing. Rubbing slowly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You’re sitting properly now?” he asked. “Means?” “Sit properly.” “You adjusted me.” “Only for comfort.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “For me or you?” “We’re one team now.” “Oh, team also ah?” I laughed. Short. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His lips didn’t stop. Both nipples were pulsing now. One wet. One wetter. “You’re biting also…” I whispered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Only tasting edge.” “Not full bite.” “Careful…” “Always gentle with sweets.” “Then why pressing backside like dough?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He smiled into my breast. “Can’t help.” “Some places are too soft.” “You’re enjoying too much.” I turned my face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Blushing again. His hands stayed. Squeezed once. Then softened. Just holding me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Over my saree. Over my hips. Not rough. Just slow pressing. And below… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That cock. Still under me. Still inside his pants. But now… I could feel it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The head. Not just shape. It was poking clearly. Pulsing below. Right under my soaked cloth. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My cunt lips were spreading. From heat. From pressure. Wetness didn’t stop. And I whispered — - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I whispered — Just when I thought I’d surrendered… Just when his lips were tasting me again like I was sweet shop owner… Radhika’s voice came. Closer now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No more giggles. Just one calm line. Like a final goodbye. My body stiffened. I didn’t move. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But Raj did. His mouth stopped. His face shifted — sharp, alert. Like he remembered the outside world. Like the dream broke suddenly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then without warning… He lifted me. Both arms strong. Careful. Quick. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My legs left his lap. The air hit me cold. And then — I landed softly beside the sofa. On my feet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ayyyo…” I whispered. Eyes wide. “Now you’re putting me down?” “For safety,” he said. Voice low. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “She’s closing phone.” “Oh no,” I said. Trying not to smile. “Danger is entering,” he replied. My pallu had already fallen. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It lay on the floor. Like abandoned cloth. And my chest… Was still bare. Fully open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My bra still up near my throat. Like black ribbon. His eyes flicked down once. Then he said softly — “Cover.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t need more. I understood. My fingers moved fast. I grabbed the bra. Pulled it down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - From top to bottom. The cups came back. Fell into place. Covered my breasts. Quick. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You tasted too long,” I whispered. He smiled. “Blame the cook. Not the eater.” “I became dessert suddenly.” “Sweetest I’ve had.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You’ll get cavity.” “Worth it.” I was trying to hook the bra now. First hook — clicked. Second one — tight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I struggled. “This thing won’t close,” I murmured. Frowning. “Leave it,” he said. “Then what if she notices?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “She won’t,” he said. His voice sent heat down my spine. But I didn’t look at him. My fingers flew to the floor. I picked up the pallu. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Swung it fast. Wrapped it around my chest. Covered what I could. “Look that side,” I said. Quickly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I’ve seen already,” he said. Didn’t move. “Don’t see again.” “I’m memorising only.” “Pervert.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Poet.” I turned. Sofa. My corner. My safe place. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I walked fast. Almost tripped on saree fold. Dropped down into my usual spot. Tucked legs in. Sat still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Breath short. “How I’m looking?” I whispered. Didn’t meet his eyes. “Covered outside. Glowing inside,” he said. “Still proper?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Improper is better.” “Stop it.” “Can’t. Sweetness still on tongue.” Then — The curtain moved. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She came in. Radhika. Calm. Phone still in hand. She entered like nothing was wrong. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And we? We looked like nothing happened. I tucked my pallu tighter. Pressed it down over my chest. Like it had been there all along. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hand rested on my thigh. My face relaxed. No tension. No expression. Just quiet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Raj was sitting straight. Same spot. Same posture. Same soft face. Didn’t blink. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But when her steps moved to kitchen… He looked at me once. Just one second. His eyes met mine. And in that look — - - - - - - - - - - - - - - So much was there. Mischief. Heat. Control. Calm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He smiled. Very light. Very faint. “Now be serious,” I mouthed. Lips barely moving. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I am,” he mouthed back. “This is my most serious face.” “Don’t smile.” “She’s looking.” “She’s not seeing.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “How you know?” “She’s not glowing like you.” I almost choked. I looked away. My cheek was burning again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Her voice came from kitchen. Normal line. Something about tea leaves. No tension. No suspicion. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But my heart? Still banging. Like someone dropped big drum inside chest. Raj was quiet now. Fingers resting on armrest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I saw it. Small movement. One finger. Then two. He tapped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Once. Twice. Three times. Like signal. No words. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No sound. But I knew. That was message. “To be continued.” And I smiled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just inside. Not on lips. But deep. Where only I could feel it. Where he had already touched. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Radhika came in slowly and sat down on the sofa like nothing had changed. Her voice was soft. Normal. “Sorry da… Amma only. Always takes time with her.” She smiled lightly, shaking her head like she was tired of it. I nodded, smiled back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hands were still holding the pallu tight over my chest. The hook on my blouse still felt half-done. My thighs still felt the memory of his. The warmth of him hadn’t left yet. But she didn’t notice anything. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At least I hoped. She looked relaxed. Calm. Not suspicious. Her eyes scanned the living room once. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just once. And then she asked it. “So… what you both were talking?” My heart jumped — just slightly. But I answered fast. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Food only,” I said. “What else?” Raj leaned back, stretched one leg like he was tired from sitting too long. He smiled softly. “Yeah… full food discussion,” he said. “All about what’s hot… what’s soft… what melts in mouth…” My fingers clutched the pallu tighter. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ayyyo…” I muttered softly, giving him a look. He kept smiling. Innocent face. “Main course, side dish, small bites… sweet finish…” he continued. Radhika didn’t catch. She laughed lightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You both are sounding like hotel menu card.” I nodded. “He’s always like that, akka.” Raj rested his elbow on the sofa arm. “I was just saying… food was too good today.” “Chicken gravy, ah?” Radhika asked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “White rice, but gravy made it colourful,” he replied. I bit my cheek, trying not to react. “Chicken pieces were perfect,” he added. “Very tender. Fell apart in mouth.” “Slow-cooked,” I said softly. “Exactly,” he replied. “No hurry. Proper soaking.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Radhika smiled. “I told you, she cooks better.” Raj looked at me. That same look. Low heat under calm smile. “I can vouch,” he said. “She served everything perfect. Even…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I gave him one quick glare. He chuckled. Then Radhika looked up at the clock. “Ayyyo, already past nine…” She stretched slightly. Her yawn came natural. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I think we’ll leave, da… tomorrow so much work.” Raj stood up first. He dusted his pants lightly. “We’re going,” he said. I nodded. “Okay.” “Thanks for the food, Pavi,” Radhika said warmly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “It’s your home too, akka,” I smiled. “Don’t thank.” She patted my arm gently. “Good night, da.” “Good night, akka.” She reached the door first and opened it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I followed, standing half inside, half outside — just in doorway. She bent to adjust her slippers. Raj came behind. His footstep was slow. Intentional. He passed Radhika slightly, but leaned sideways — his shoulder brushing my arm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His face came close to my ear. “Thanks for the sweets,” he whispered. My cheek flushed. Before I could react— His palm slid behind. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Squeeze. Quick. Firm. My ass clenched. I jerked slightly. Then — like mischief — his fingers slipped once inside the saree fold at my back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Right above hip bone. Soft skin. One graze. Then down — toward navel. One squeeze. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sharp. Right in center. “Ahhh—” It escaped. I couldn’t hold. Not a loud sound. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just soft. But enough. Radhika’s head turned. “Pavi?” she asked, still putting on sandal. I blinked fast. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “My foot hit the wall, akka…” I said quickly. Pointing to corner. “Be careful, da,” she said. Raj was already out. Walking down the steps like nothing happened. I stood in the doorway — hand still on my waist where he squeezed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My skin was burning there. My whole body was still reacting. They left. I watched her follow him. Their shadows disappeared near the stairs. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I closed the door slowly. The latch clicked. And silence came back. Finally. I stood for a moment. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Didn’t move. My fingers touched my hip. Then navel. I patted my own head. “Stupid …” I whispered to myself. “You allowed everything…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I walked slowly to the sofa. Still warm. Still felt like his lap. I sat down. Let out slow breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then looked at the clock. That’s when I remembered. Prakash. I had told him not to eat his wife’s food. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 
Really delicious update clp); clp); clp);
Worth the wait :) Keep up the fantastic work yr):
30-07-2025, 12:31 AM
Delicious update. Thanks for that navel tease at the end. Simple yet hot! Can't wait for more of Raj and Pavi! Maybe with kartik around spicing up the tension. A few navel scenes maybe just suggesting. Your writing is top-notch.
30-07-2025, 02:14 AM
Wow.... Delicious rasgulla for Raj and now delicious chicken curry with Pavi as side dish for Prakash.... Maybe Prakash will get rasgulla and more....
Val
30-07-2025, 08:46 PM
Eagerly waiting for the encounter with prakash next.. Pavi already horny!
03-08-2025, 10:30 AM
today is my birthday can we expect except update as a gift ;)
(03-08-2025, 10:30 AM)Hotyyhard Wrote: today is my birthday can we expect except update as a gift ;) HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO..... MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE.... EVEN THIS ONE REQUEST FOR AN UPDATE
Val
03-08-2025, 01:03 PM
03-08-2025, 04:04 PM
After they left, I sat for a while.
Still warm from inside. Still pulsing a little in the lower belly. That ass-squeeze at the door… My navel still remembered it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I sighed once. Smiled slightly to myself. Then leaned back on the sofa cushion. One hand came to my chest automatically. Just touched over the pallu — right over the bra hook that was still half loose. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Soft press. Just a check. Still there. Still warm under cloth. Still slightly lifted — like those two rasgullas had swollen from all that sucking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But then I remembered. Prakash. Poor fellow. I had told him not to eat his wife’s food. Not even one bite. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I sat up slowly. Reached for my mobile from table. It was under the cushion. Little hot from charging. I pressed call. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He picked up immediately. Not even full ring. “Hello, madam…” His voice was soft. Alert. Too alert — like he was waiting only. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You ate?” I asked. “No… madam…” “Still no?” I leaned back, surprised. “Yes madam.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I shook my head. Such a fool. “You could’ve at least eaten that roti and subji.” “No madam… you told not to… so I gave it to Guru.” “Guru?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Other security. He was sitting on bike.” “So much obedience, ah?” “You said madam.” I gave a short laugh. Tired but amused. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Okay, come up.” “Now?” “You want or not?” “No no… coming now.” I cut the call. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body was slow. Mind even slower. But I got up. Walked to kitchen. Switched light on with back of finger. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One lizard ran under fridge. I ignored. Took out three old plastic dabbas from the upper shelf. Swiggy ones. One still had “Shanghai Box” sticker. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I opened fridge. Chicken curry smell came immediately. Little strong. Still spicy. Still enough for one man. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I poured carefully. Not too much. Chicken curry in round plastic dabba. White rice in big rectangle one. Rasam in leftover Chinese dabba. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No decorations. No coriander on top. Just packed. Closed each lid with one strong press. Click. Click. Click. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He’s a guard, not VIP. Still I packed warm food. Better than that wife’s cooking. I tied a rubber band around the three. Like tiffin parcel. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At around 9:20, doorbell rang. One single ring. I wiped my hand on pallu. Walked slowly. Still feeling Raj’s grip on my backside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My pallu was still on. Bra still slightly loose underneath. But chest was covered. Face was calm. Hair messy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I peeped through the door hole. He was standing there. Same dirty security uniform. Brown shirt, buttons stretched. Cap too loose on head. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I opened the door — but didn’t move aside. Just halfway. Like cinema theatre curtain. “Stand there only,” I said. He nodded. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just stood. Eyes down. Back straight. Like college boy waiting outside principal’s office. I turned back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Went inside. Picked up parcel from dining table. Came back. Handed it through the gap. “Here,” I said. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He took it. But didn’t move. Still standing. Parcel in hand. Eyes still not meeting mine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “What now?” I asked. My eyebrow lifted. He looked up slowly. Eyes gentle. “Nothing, madam…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Why standing?” “Doorstep is nice place for you?” He shook head. “I thought… maybe I can eat here…” I crossed arms. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “In my dining table, ah?” He nodded once. Slowly. “No,” I said sharply. “Take it and leave it.” “Sorry madam.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Hungry means what — your legs not working?” “No madam. I’ll go now.” “Very good.” He turned. Started walking toward lift. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That back… Looked small suddenly. Parcel in hand. Shoulders slightly down. He didn’t turn back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Didn’t try one more time. Just walked. And I stood in doorway. Watching him for one second. I felt bad. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A little. He just wanted hot food on clean plate. Maybe with water glass. But… not tonight. Not after Raj. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body was tired. Mind too full. I didn’t want eyes again on me. Not his. Not now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I closed the door. Let out one soft breath. Time was around 9:30 now. I turned off kitchen light. Switch clicked loud. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Main fan was spinning slow. I pulled the cord. It stopped. Small creak sound came from motor. Then silence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My feet dragged slightly. Skin sticking to tile. I walked to bedroom. One yellow light was on. I didn’t switch it off. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No one. Alone. Only me. My nightie was hanging from hook behind door. I untied the saree slowly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pallu first. It slipped down near side. Blouse next. Hook already loose. Bra was last. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sticky from inside. Still slightly damp. Raj’s tongue had marked it. I folded it fast. Dropped it on chair. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hair was still sticky near back of neck. Sweat line under both breasts. But I didn’t care. Just pulled nightie over my head. Pink cotton. Loose. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I laid down slowly. Bedsheet was cold under me. Skin prickled once. I turned to one side. Pulled pillow under arm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I closed my eyes. And thought. Thought about Raj. His mouth. His words. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His squeeze. His thank you. And then… That stupid Prakash. Maybe still standing with parcel in lift. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I smiled into pillow. “Stupid fellow…” Then drifted into silence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Next day morning, I woke up around 7. My nightie had gone slightly up my thigh in sleep. One leg was bare. One side of the neckline had pulled down. Shoulder was exposed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Only one strap still holding the cloth from falling more. I blinked slowly. Sat up, rubbing one eye with back of hand. Neckline slipped further. I tugged it up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Chest felt soft under the cloth. Loose. Like the breasts were still in rest mode. Heavy but quiet. Like they’d forgotten what happened yesterday. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I yawned once. Then pressed my knees together. Just out of habit. Nightie folded between the thighs. One side riding up till hip bone. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stood slowly. Feet flat on cold tile. Left foot first. Then right. I tied my hair in a loose bun. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rubberband from side drawer. Three rounds. Not too tight. One strand came out anyway. Hung near ear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I walked to kitchen. Fan was still off. I didn’t turn it on. Just stood near stove. Lit it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Made one strong coffee. Tumbler full. Extra sugar. No one to scold today. No Kartik face to say “too sweet.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I carried it near the window. Slid open one side. Air came softly. I sat on stool. Legs folded halfway up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tumbler warm in hand. Steam touched lips. I sipped slow. Then again. Let it sit on tongue. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One ant crawled near the steel tray. I watched it for one full minute. Too lazy to kill. Let it go. Peaceful morning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then came breakfast. I didn’t plate it. Ate standing near the sink. One dosa. Cold chutney. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Didn’t even sit down. Just chewed, looked out, washed hand. By post-morning, I changed saree. Nightie was sweaty from underarm. Cotton saree — light green. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Simple blouse. Front hook. No padding. Thin fabric. I didn’t wear petticoat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Too hot. Just tucked loosely. Let it breathe. Then I took my basket. Big red plastic one. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I walked out. Slippers slow. No makeup. Face still sleepy. I reached the gate. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Prakash was there. Same chair. Same uniform. Eyes watched me. But I didn’t look. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Eyes straight. Face dead. Expression blank. He stood up slightly when I passed. Little movement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t blink. Went ahead. Inside, got tomatoes. Beans. Methi also — little bunch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Returned home. He smiled. I ignored. Crossed the path. Opened the grill. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Climbed stairs slow. Basket heavy now. My bra strap slipped once. I tucked it back. Didn’t react. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Inside house. Door closed. Fan on. Finished sweeping. Washing vessels. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lunch — simple. Rice. Rasam. Curd. No pickle. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then lay down on the sofa. One thin bedsheet. Folded over stomach. Arms over head. Legs falling open slowly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I slept like that. Peace. Evening came. Slowly. Light changing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I called Appa. Talked to the kids. Their voices made me smile. One said his tooth fell. One said teacher slipped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Stupid drama. But made me smile. Then 7 PM. Phone rang. Kartik. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Voice usual. Work voice. “I’ll be back Friday evening,” he said. “Okay,” I said. That’s all. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Few minutes. Usual talk. No “miss you.” No “love you.” Just status update. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still I felt calm. After long time. A full day alone. Just me. And I enjoyed it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Night came. I changed again. Faded blue nightie. One hole near knee. Didn’t care. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Slept early. Blanket pulled up to chest. Pillow soft. Fan on full. Eyes closed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then morning again. Next day. I woke up slow. Lazy stretch. Both arms wide. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then phone pinged. One message. From Radhika. “Work done. Left for registration. Back in 2 weeks.” I blinked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Two weeks. So Raj also gone. Didn’t tell. No bye. Just left. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After all that teasing… Just went. I smiled slightly. Then sighed. “Selfish man,” I said. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shook head. But still got up. Same breakfast. Same washing. Mopping. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Folding clothes. Lunch again. Alone. After lunch… I lay down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fan full. Blanket over stomach. Dozed off. Then… Somehow… woke up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Evening. Room orange with sun. I sat up. Hair messy. Nightie folded at thighs. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One strap down. I pulled it up. Picked phone. Checked messages — nothing. Checked reels — boring. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Closed it. Bored. Felt alone. Real alone. But not sad. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just too much silence. Then… That throb. Under stomach. That heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I pressed thighs together. It got worse. Mind got confused. Images came. Raj. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His mouth. His voice. That squeeze. That breath. “Stop it,” I whispered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then Prakash. Water tank. That cock. My two orgasms. I opened my eyes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “No no…” I said. “Don’t start.” Then Arjun’s kiss. That gentle push. “Ayyyo…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I got up. Walked to window. Came back. Still hot inside. Sticky below. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pressed legs again. Worse. Sat down. Rubbed forehead. “I’m not a slut…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “To enjoy is okay…” “But not run behind…” I slapped thigh. “Control.” “You’re not cheap.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Heart was beating. For no reason. “I’m not going to Prakash.” “I’m not calling Arjun.” “Raj is gone.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “My husband is there.” “Kartik is mine.” Even if he finishes fast… Even if he never kisses proper… Even if he never looks… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He’s mine. I closed eyes. Held breath. Then I decided. Tuesday. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Good day. Temple. I’ll pray. Not for money. Not health. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For control. I want it back. I got up. Walked slow. Bathroom door opened. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Stepped in. Closed door. Just stood. Water not on. But inside — wet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked in mirror. Face tired. Eyes hot. I whispered — “Please… no more dreams today.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then reached for bucket. And started to bathe. |
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