Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Santhosh Stanley]

Will geetha lost her chastity to bharath or shiva?

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Waiting for the canada episode.

[WriterPK]

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

Feels the same

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Will geetha lost her chastity to bharath or shiva?

I think Bharat bcoz she is attracted both physical and emotinal way

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Good going bro

[Haran000]

Thanx all

[Haran000]

Geeta meticulously cleaned the dishes, pushing aside Jatin's pleas to play. After sweeping the entire house, she took a moment for herself, washing her face and adjusting the pleats of her saree. 

She then braided her long hair, a familiar, calming rhythm. Grabbing her handbag, she checked for change, finding a total of three hundred-rupee notes and a handful of loose coins, which she set aside.

Stepping to the front of her house, she saw Vimala standing by her door. "I'm not coming. You go," Vimala said, watching her.

"Okay, akka," Geeta replied simply, a faint disappointment in her voice. She went back inside, retrieved her bag, and locked the house and the front gate behind her.

She walked straight down her street, past the familiar sights of the local grocery store. Crossing the road at the U-turn before the main intersection, she turned into the narrow alley beside the medical shop. At the end of the alley, a small sign marked the beauty parlor.

Pushing open the door, a wave of relief washed over her. The parlor was empty except for Munni, the beautician, who was smiling as she looked up.

"Hi akka, are the colleges on holiday?" Munni asked, a friendly curiosity in her eyes.

"No, Munni," Geeta explained, settling into a chair. " Have exams for three more days. I'm here because my friend's wedding is next week."

"Oh, where's the wedding?"

"They're from the village next to ours, but they're holding the wedding in Karimnagar."

"Have a seat, akka," Munni said, gesturing toward the styling chair.

As Geeta sat down, Munni placed a small, dry towel under her neck. "So, which village is the groom from?" she asked, already beginning to wind the eyebrow thread.

Geeta wiped her face with the end of her saree a thoughtful expression on her face. 

"They're cousins. The groom is also a friend of mine," she said. "They were my college seniors."

"Oh, really? What does he do?"

Geeta's voice held a quiet pride. "He's an IAS officer, Sainath. Have you heard of him?"

Munni's eyes widened in surprise. "An IAS officer? That's wonderful, akka!"

"Yeah... he was just transferred to Karimnagar this month," Geeta continued. "Since he's started his duty there, they decided it was the right time to have the wedding."

"Yes, that's a good idea," Munni agreed. "Alright, akka, shall I start?"

Geeta nodded, closing her eyes with a soft sigh. As Munni began to work, her hands a blur of motion with the twisting thread for eyebrow, Geeta leaned back, lost in her own thoughts.


A soft September sun filtered through the window, bathing Geetha’s room in a warm, golden light. She was sitting at her desk, a textbook open before her, but her thoughts were a thousand miles away. A secret smile played on her lips as she replayed the conversation she'd had just moments ago.

Earlier, she had walked home with her friend Sindhu, her head still buzzing with the day’s lessons and the easy laughter they shared. As she stepped into the quiet calm of her house, her mother, Gowri, had called out from the backyard, her voice tinged with a familiar worry. "Geetha, your teacher Srinu called and said you forgot a book. What if someone steals it? You should be careful."

Geetha had paused, a frown creasing her brow. The words didn't make sense. She hadn't left a book behind, and she certainly hadn’t spoken to Srinu sir. A flicker of an idea, a mischievous suspicion, sparked in her mind. Her feet were still damp from washing as she made her way to her bedroom, her heart beating a little faster. The phone wasn't there.

"Mom, where'd you put the phone?" she had called out.

"By the TV," Gowri replied.

With a newfound purpose, Geetha went to the TV stand and checked the call log. Her smile widened into a full-blown grin. The last number was Haran’s. 

Grabbing the phone, she scurried into her room and dialed his number.

"Hi, Kokila, did you get home?" he answered, his voice a familiar melody.

"Oh, so it was you, talking to my mom as Srinu sir?" she teased, a playful lilt in her voice.

A light, infectious chuckle came from the other end. "Haha... yeah. I thought you might be home and called, but when I heard a different voice, I didn't know what to do. That's why I said you forgot a book, like Srinu sir."

"Do you know my college?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "How do you know there’s a Srinu sir?"

"What's so strange about that?" he countered with an easy confidence. "In our Telugu states, there's a Srinu on every street. I just assumed there would be at least one in a college and said that name."

"Where did you all these ideas?" she pressed, her voice full of feigned exasperation.

"I just said what I thought."

"Stop it, you're just covering up," she accused, unable to hide the amusement in her tone.

"Covering up what? Are there no Srinu on your street?"

"Yeah, there is one uncle with that name."

"See? There are a lot of them," he said triumphantly.

"Okay, so why did you call?" she finally asked, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

"My friends and I were here, talking about girls—short, tall, thin, fat. And you came to my mind."

"Oh, and why would I come to your mind?"

"I told them that if a girl has a nice voice, you can talk to her forever and listen to her speak all day."

A wave of warmth spread through her. "Oh, really? Well, I'm hanging up then."

"Cuckoo, can't you stay on the phone?"

"I just got home, and my mom will call me to drink tea."

"Do you make tea?" he asked, a hint of genuine interest in his voice.

"Yeah, I do."

"Is it good?"

"Hmm..." she hummed softly.

"I'd like to taste it."

"Oh, how would you taste it?" she said, the playful banter escalating. "Are you coming to my house?"

"I don't know where your house is."

"Oh, poor boy. Should I tell you the address?"

"Tell me."

"Aasha dosha."

"Pizza burger."

"Haha... Okay, bye."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm, ask."

"Are you short or tall?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just tell me."

A hint of dullness crept into her voice as she answered. "I'm short."

"Why are you sounding so dull?" he asked, his voice softening. "Do you know there are many advantages to being short?"

"Oh really? What are they?" she said, her curiosity overcoming her disappointment.

"Haha... should I tell you? Don't scold me, though."

"First, tell me."

"Because you're a shorty..."

"Hey, why are you calling me shorty? I'll hit you," she said, a smile fighting to break through her mock outrage.

"Should I tell you or not now?"

"Okay, tell me."

"I'll grab your waist and lift you up..."

A blush bloomed on her cheeks. "Hey, why are you talking about my waist?"

"Haha... Does that make you feel something?"

"Why would I feel something?" she retorted, though her heart was pounding.

"Then listen, shorty..."

"You wretch... I'll beat you when I see you."

"We'll see. I'll grab your waist, lift you up, look into your eyes, make you sit on a table, and then bend over you..."

Her breath hitched. The images his words conjured were too vivid, too intense. "Stop, stop..." she whispered, feeling a delicious shiver run down her spine.

"Hey, let me finish..."

"What's there to hear? You're a  pervert."

Just then, a light tapping on her shoulder jolted her from her reverie. "Geetha akka....," a small voice said.

Geetha blinked, the phone call fading into a distant memory. 

She looked into the mirror, her face flushed, a silly grin plastered on her face. 

Munni, stood beside her, looking at her with confusion.

"Why are you laughing to yourself, akka?"

Geetha's confusion was fleeting. She quickly regained her composure, her cheeks still warm with a lingering blush. "Uh!... It's nothing."


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[Haran000]

A sleek, robotic drone with three propeller wings, a half-kilometer away, touched down silently on the terrace of a house, its crimson reflection visible in the red-hued sky. It came to a gentle stop on a pillar, right next to Shiva, who held a remote in his hand. He pressed a red button on one of the drone’s two legs, and with a soft “coo” sound, it powered down. 

He picked up the now inert machine, placed it in a small adjacent room, and, closing the door, rushed down the stairs.

As Shiva descended downstairs, the engine of his BMW Z4 in the shed below roared to life on its own. The car backed out, turned to face the street, and waited. 

Sindhu, in the kitchen, heard the engine and looked out, wondering why the car had started. 

Just then, Shiva emerged from the stairwell, striding toward the main door.

"Where are you going?" Sindhu called out. "I'm making egg bajji."

"I'm going alone," he replied, not breaking his pace.

"Wait, eat and go. What's the hurry?"

"I'll eat when I get back, okay?" he said, his voice a little impatient. He slipped on his boat loafers, got into the car, and continued talking as the gate automatically opened. He sped off, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.

He turned right onto the main road, pressing the accelerator. The streetlights, just coming on, blurred into streaks of light on the car's window, a testament to his speed. He approached a U-turn and, seeing that traffic was light with only a few distant vehicles, he didn't slow down. He turned the steering wheel sharply, the car screeching to a halt and skidding to a stop right in front of a medical shop, just inches from a woman in a green saree.

Startled, she stepped back onto the footpath. Shiva's car, a two-seater convertible, opened its top, and he looked at her. 

Geetha, her heart pounding, looked back nervously, then looked down, embarrassed by his intense gaze. She saw a mischievous, arrogant smile on his face, and her nervousness quickly turned to anger.

"Why do you scare me with your car like this every time?" she demanded.

He chuckled. "I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to stop right in front of you."

"Why do you have to stop in front of me? Stop somewhere else."

"Geetha..." Shiva's voice was low and serious. "Have you thought about what I asked you?"

‘He gets straight to the point. Doesn't he have any hesitation at all?’

Ignoring him, she looked around and started to walk away.

Shiva smiled and drove forward, keeping pace with her. "Hey... Geetha, I need an answer."

She turned her head, wrinkling her nose in annoyance. "What is there for me to answer? Didn't I tell you that day? You have no shame."

"I don't," he admitted. "But think about it one more time."

"No need. Bye." She quickened her pace.

"I need to talk to you."

"I don't want to."

"Give me an appointment for ten minutes. Just to talk."

She stopped. "I don't know what you're thinking, but give up on this idea."

"Geetha, I'm just asking for ten minutes. Get in the car."

Geetha looked ahead and saw an old man watching them. "That's enough. Why should I get in? Go away."

Shiva drove forward and opened the passenger door. It swung out, creating a small gate that blocked her path on the footpath. Annoyed, she looked at him.

"Won't you listen when I tell you? What is this? It's like you're chasing me in college."

"Get in, Geetha. Am I a stranger or something?"

She turned and started to walk back. Shiva closed the door, reversed the car, and once again opened the door, blocking her way.

Flustered, Geetha looked around. She felt everyone was watching them. "Shiva garu, everyone is watching us. Stop this."

"I don't need them. Please get in, Geetha garu."

"Go away. What is this nuisance?"

"Ha ha... If you agree to talk, this nuisance will stop in a second."

A man with glasses from the bus stop began to walk toward them, thinking Geetha was in trouble.

"Shiva, please go," she pleaded.

"No, I won't go at all. I'll only go if you come with me."

He was getting closer. Geetha, at a loss for what to do, nervously got into the car. The top closed, and Shiva pressed the accelerator, the car reaching a speed of seventy.

"You won't listen when I tell you. Why are you so stubborn?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Would you have come with me if I wasn't?"

He stopped the car at a signal.

"What do you want to talk to me about? It will be the same old talk as that day, right? I already told you. Even then, why do you have this hope for me?"

"Be quiet for a while, Geetha. I'll tell you."

After the signal turned green, he set the destination on the car's screen to the national laboratory where he worked. 

Geetha sat in silence. Shiva drove the car without letting the speed drop below fifty, even in the city. She sat a little anxiously.

Fifteen minutes later, Geetha saw on the screen that they had reached the destination. 

Shiva took a U-turn and drove through a large gate. The entire area looked like a small park, and there was no one there. The institution building was five stories high. He drove past it to the back and stopped the car.

The top opened, and both doors opened. Geetha got out and stood on the side. The place was deserted and silent, with two small outdoor lamps lit and moonlight in the sky.

As she was looking around, Geetha felt his warm hand on hers. He grabbed her right hand, pulled her closer, and hugged her. She was startled and scared.

He put his left hand around her waist and pulled her into hug. She started to tremble. As she squirmed, trying to get away, he squeezed her waist even more. A jolt went through her.

Unable to look up in shame, she became flustered and nervous. Shiva bent his neck and said drowsily, "Geetha..."

She recovered from the confusion and immediately tried to push him away with both hands. "Let go."

"Look at me once."

Without lifting her head, feeling shy, she said, "No, I won't. Let go. Why did you bring me here?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"What about?"

"Look at me, and I'll tell you."

"No, I won't look."

Rubbing his nose next to her ear, he whispered, "Are you afraid that if you look, you'll fall for me again like that day?" He laughed softly.

"It's nothing like that. Let go. This is wrong. What if someone sees us?"

"What if they see us? This world forgets about gang r*pe news in ten days. Anyway, we came here so that no one would see us."

She struggled, twisting her hands at his elbows to push him away. Shiva laughed and let her go. She moved anxiously to the other side of the car.

"Phew. Why are you so scared, as if I'm r*ping you?"

"If you put your hands on me like this, I'll call the authorities."

He put his hand between the car seats, leaped toward her, and held her with his hands on the car doors on either side of her. Geetha was startled in surprise. With his face in front of hers, looking at her lips, he said, "Make the call."

She put both her fists on his chest to stop him from coming onto her. Swallowing the saliva in her throat, she said, "You're a famous scientist. If I tell the authorities now, your reputation will be ruined. Stop all this. Drop me off on my street."

Laughing loudly, he bent his neck forward and whispered in her ear, "Only babas and celebrities are famous in our country, Geetha, not scientists. Besides, only my name is known to everyone. Most people don't even know what I look like. Anyway, I don't care about all that. You tell me."

"What is there to tell? This won't work. Let's go back home..." she said, hiding her face sadly.

"If you just say yes, I have a house near Siddipet town. No one knows about it, not even Sindhu. We'll just spend one night and come back."

Saying this, he brought his two hands together and squeezed her waist. Geetha was leaning on the car door, stumbling, and moving back and forth uncomfortably.

"You said you wanted to talk, but what is this, Shiva garu? Let go."

He slowly pulled her saree pallu down with his trembling fingers and grabbed her milky waist fold with his four fingers. A wave of heat spread through Geetha.
"Mm..."

"Look at me, Geetha."

‘No, don't look.’

Geetha remained silent and trembled, huddled in his arms like a chick.

He held her chin with his right hand, lifted it, and looked at her. Geetha looked into his beautiful eyes with embarrassment. 

As soon as their eyes met, he hugged her tightly with arrogance. Her body was squeezed into his embrace. He stroked her trembling lip with his thumb and stopped it. As he did that, his gaze was casting some kind of magic spell on her. She looked at him dizzily and stiffened like a doll.

He pushed the stray curls from her forehead behind her ears. "Tell me, what have you decided?"

"This is wrong, Shiva garu."

"I told you about rights and wrongs that day."

"I also told you my decision that day."

"Then why did you come with me now?"

"Did you let me escape?"

"If you didn't want to come with me so much, why didn't you retaliate when I was making a nuisance there?"

"You said just talking."

"Okay, let's talk."

"Let go."

"Okay, I'll let you go."

He let go. Geetha moved to the side. They both stood silently, breathing in the cool air from the trees, listening to the faint sound of vehicles moving in the distance.

"That day I told you about Krishna," Shiva said, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

"Hmm."

"You know about the Pandavas, right?"

"Yeah."

"Draupadi?"

"I know."

‘What is he going to say now?’

"The five Pandavas accepted Draupadi as their wife," Shiva continued, "and they each married other women separately."

"Hmm."

"Don't you think it was unfair to Draupadi, who was already married to them?"

"How?"

"While she was their wife, they took another person as a wife. In this way, they gave and received their love to two people.”

"Hmm."

"Do you know about the Toda tribe among the Adivasis?"

"Nope, I don't."

"In the Toda and Khasa tribes, if one man marries a girl, that girl is also considered a wife to his brothers."

"Same as what happened to Draupadi."

"Hmm... And in this Toda tribe, the wife lives with the brothers and gets pregnant."

Geetha was shocked. "What if there were five, like the Pandavas?"

Shiva chuckled. "Haha... Not five, even if there are eight, and the youngest of the eight is still a toddler, he is also this girl's husband."

"What kind of customs are these, even in this era? It's madness."

"That's wrong. We shouldn't look down on their customs like that. The reason is that these tribes have been living on this country's land since ancient times. It's not even known how long they've been in history. Their customs appear in the Mahabharata, so try to understand."

"Hmm."

"Do you know about the Bhil tribe?"

"No, anyway, why would I know all this?"

"Right. In this tribe, it's like this: 'sororate,' which means if the wife dies, they marry him to her sister. And 'levirate' means if the husband dies, his wife marries his younger brother."

"Is it really necessary to do that? Doesn't the wife want to be free?"

"Hmm, yes, but who will tell them? Besides, they won't stop following their customs and traditions because they only marry people within their own tribe, not outsiders."

"Hmm... but Shiva Garu, why are you telling me all this?"

"The writer (Haran000) is writing all this nonsensical stuff to give an update today."

"He's as crazy as you. Let's go home."

Suddenly, Shiva stood in front of her, his hands lifting her by the waist just like he had in the elevator that day. Geetha's feet dangled in the air as he locked his gaze with hers. 

The world seemed to blur. In a split second, she was in a daze.

His eyes held a new, raw intensity, a lustful gaze that sent a shiver down her spine. Looking into them, Geetha began to fall into a trance, a strange pull that she couldn't resist.
"Shorty."

The word snapped her back to reality. It was a word Haran had used, and the memory of him flooded her mind.

That night, Haran's words came back to her.

Geetha: "I stopped you when you were telling me, tell me now."

Haran: "Oh... okay."

Geetha: "Hmm.”

Haran: "I'll lift you up by your waist; you're short, so your feet won't touch the ground."

Geetha: "Hmm..."

Haran: "Then I'll put my face in front of yours and look at your lips."

Shiva's gaze dropped, fixating on her trembling lips. The look in his eyes was both possessive and hungry. 

Haran's words echoed in her imagination, a ghostly presence in this very real moment.

Haran: "You'll be shaking your legs to grab on."

Geetha's feet began to shake, her toes curling under the hem of her saree, searching for a purchase that wasn't there.

Haran: "Then your hair will fall on your face, and I'll push it back."

A stray tendril of hair fell across her flushed cheek. Shiva, with a deliberate slowness, pushed it back with his nose, stroking her cheek and neck with the softest of touches.

Haran: "Then you'll be afraid you'll fall down."

"Leave me," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

Shiva ignored her, his grip firm. He moved to the left, leaning her against the car's trunk.

Haran: "I'll hold you like that and make you sit on a table next to me."

Geetha's breath hitched. "Ha..."

Haran: "I'll lean over you and kiss your cute forehead."

As if on cue, Shiva leaned in, his lips warm and soft against her forehead. 

Geetha's mind was a whirlwind of Haran's promises and Shiva's actions. "Har..." she stammered, the name a ghost on her tongue.

After her forehead, he moved to the sensitive skin in front of her ear, a gentle, wet kiss that sent a jolt through her. Geetha's body began to melt, her resistance fading with each touch.

Haran: "I'll kiss your neck, which provides your sweet, cuckoo-like voice."

Shiva bent down, his lips trailing a path of fire down her neck. A wave of tingling heat washed over her, and she found her fingers gripping his hair. He pressed her hands against the trunk and bent down further, his kisses moving lower.

Haran: "It's not good to say more, my cuckoo."

The words brought her back, a sharp jolt to her senses. With a sudden surge of strength, she pulled him up by his hair, pushing him away.

"What happened, why did you stop?" he asked, his voice laced with a knowing smirk. "You're enjoying all this. Tell me, if you're okay, we can share each other's heat all night."

"Ha... Har..." she said, the name finally escaping her lips, a desperate plea for a different reality.

"Does 'ha' mean you agree?" he asked, leaning in to kiss her again.

Geetha pushed him away, a sudden, desperate strength in her hands. He stepped back, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

"It's okay. You said no now, so it's okay; let's go home. I made my attempt. You cooperated a little, though."

"I didn't," she insisted, her voice trembling.

"Haha... okay, let's go."

The drive back was silent, the air thick with the unspoken tension of what had just happened. 

He stopped the car where he had picked her up, a silent invitation for her to leave. As she stepped out, Shiva's phone rang.

"Yes, Sindhu, I'm coming; I'll be there in five minutes."

He cut the call.

"Why do you have this greed?" Geetha asked, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "Don't you think about Sindhu Akka?"

"Did Shiva abandon Ganga just because Parvati was there and was being stubborn?" he replied with a sly grin.

Geetha couldn't help but laugh, a surprised, breathless sound.

"I'm not letting you go. You'll get caught another day."

"I'm not Ganga; I'm Geetha."

"Just like Sita crossed the Lakshmana Rekha, I'll wait for the day you, Geetha, cross your line."

"Watch out, bye..." she said, her tone curt, and hurried across the road without looking back.

‘Damn, why is all this happening to me? Gautam, I'm going crazy. One guy teases me with kiss-miss, and this scientist comes and says, I want to fuck you. Ugh, these men! Even if you make them the lord of the sky, they will still go to war for outer space.’
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To be continued……….

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Phew good Geetha maintained her control , are haran and shiva same ..

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Eagerly waiting for some action paced episode , bro you are teasing Geetha in the story and us in real life , lol it’s nice keep going

[val.coutinho]

Good update

[Haran000]

Phew good Geetha maintained her control , are haran and shiva same ..

Eagerly waiting for some action paced episode , bro you are teasing Geetha in the story and us in real life , lol it’s nice keep going

Haha.... Keep reading 

Good update

Thank you

[Nishikant.Wayal]

I hope shiva does not blackmail Geetha into sleeping with him. Please don't make a black mail story

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What’s going to happen next both Geetha and Bharat have been deprived and in celibacy for many days now … when are they going to comfort each other

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The first thing I do in the morning is visit this page to look for update and be exited about reading in the night sometimes end up reading during the day itself,it’s fun

[Projectmp]

The first thing I do in the morning is visit this page to look for update and be exited about reading in the night sometimes end up reading during the day itself,it’s fun

Same

[Santhosh Stanley]

Shiva calls gautam brother. It means, he thinks brother wife is his wife. Secondly he says if brother dies, she will marry younger, which means gautam gonna be killed by shiva soon :)

[Haran000]

Many have their own thoughts eh... Haha 

[Haran000]

Bharath arrived home just as the day was winding down, settling into the familiar comfort of his shorts and a casual evening. 

But the quiet was soon broken by the chime of his phone. It was an Instagram message from Chandana, an invitation to meet. 

Her house was nearby, and the spontaneity of the request made him smile. He quickly traded his shorts for pants and a blue half-shirt, the simple act of changing feeling like a small preparation for an unexpected adventure.

When he reached her street, he spotted it instantly. A sturdy, two-story house with a tall compound wall that gave it a sense of quiet elegance. He stood for a moment, taking it all in, waiting. 

A voice from above broke the silence. "Bharath, over here!" 

He looked up to the balcony to see Chandana, her grey T-shirt and striped pajamas a stark contrast to his own more dressed-up attire. 

he waved, and he waved back, a silent exchange that was broken by her voice again. "Wait, I'm coming down."

As he watched her descend the stairs, a silent show began for his eyes. With each step she took, the natural jiggles beneath her thin T-shirt was an undeniable distraction, a tantalizing glimpse that vanished as she reached the bottom. 

He refocused, and a moment later, the gate opened. He walked in, and she closed the gate behind him, a smile on her face. "Let's go upstairs," she said, her voice a soft suggestion.

"Do you live upstairs?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone. 

Without a word, she took his hand, her touch surprisingly warm, and led him toward the stairs. "My parents live downstairs, and my sister and I live upstairs. Come on." She answered his unspoken question, and a different kind of warmth spread through him at her touch. 

"Oh... so you have separate rooms?" he asked, trying to sound casual as they continued up the stairs. 

"Yeah, that's right. Come on, I'll show you now," she said, pulling him forward with a playful tug.

As they climbed, she filled the air with details. 

"Mom and Dad aren't here today, they went out for some work. It's just my sister and me. My sister called Harish, and he said he went with Anil sir to buy something for the house." 

Bharath nodded, the information about Harish a familiar echo from an earlier conversation. 

"Yeah, he told me too. They're buying a new TV. He asked me to come, but I didn't feel like it."

They reached the top of the stairs and stepped into a space that was both expansive and welcoming. The large, marble-floored hall was bright and comfortable, with a TV, a small couch, and two tables. Soundbars flanked the TV, and two large windows filled the space with light. "Chandu, your house is awesome," he said, genuinely impressed. 

"Hmm... My dad built it when we were kids," she replied, her voice soft with a touch of pride.

He noticed two rooms, one on the right and one on the left. Just then, a girl emerged from the left room. She was wearing a green dress that looked exactly like Chandana's. 

"Hi Bharath," she said, her voice polite but distant. It was Chandana's sister, Vandana. He returned the greeting with a simple "Hi..." and watched as she went downstairs, seemingly preoccupied.

"Come, let's go to my room," Chandana said, pulling him from his thoughts. He nodded, and she took his hand again, leading him to her room. 

Inside, she gestured for him to sit on the bed, pulling a stool close so she could sit directly in front of him. "Did you write your exams well?" she asked, her voice gentle and her gaze steady. 

"Yes, you?" he replied. 

"Yeah, I wrote them. My sister said there was cheating at your center?" The question was direct, a shift in their conversation's easy flow. 

"Yeah," he confirmed. 

"Did you do it?" she pressed. 

"No, it happened in two other rooms, not ours."

As they talked, Bharath's hands began to rub together, a small sign of his growing nervousness. Chandana noticed immediately. 

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you nervous?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. 

"Nothing," he replied, but she wasn't convinced. "Don't you feel comfortable talking to me? You're always lost in thought." 

He tried to brush it off again. "It's nothing. I'm fine."

She changed the subject, trying to ease the tension. "A while back, you mentioned a shuttle tournament after exams. What happened with that?" 

The question was a lifeline, and he grabbed it. 

"Yeah, I'm paying the fee for it tomorrow." 

"I'll come with you to watch," she said, her smile returning. 

He tried to dissuade her, explaining it was just practice. 

"What's there to watch? It's just practice. You can come when there are matches." 

"They have it for girls too. I don't know how to play, but I'll come and watch," she insisted. 

He repeated, "There's nothing to see there," his voice a gentle protest.

Then, everything changed. Chandana rose from the stool, came closer, and sat on the bed next to him. She moved with an easy grace, settling into his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders. 

He was surprised, frozen in place. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, and a sudden, unexpected warmth radiated between them. 

The scent of her hair—a sweet, subtle spray—intoxicated him. Unsure of what to do, his hands found their way to her waist, holding her gently.

This wasn't his first time holding a girl, but for Chandana, it was a new experience. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Bharath..." she called softly, her voice a sweet whisper. 

"Get up, Chandu," he said, the words barely audible. 

She lifted her head, her hair a curtain falling over his face. He blinked and found himself looking directly into her eyes, which were wide with a mix of shyness and something more. 

"Chandu, get up," he repeated, his voice a little firmer this time.

With a mischievous smile, she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. 

"Get up, you," he insisted, a smile of his own tugging at his lips. 

She ignored him, her gaze playful. "Hey, why did you pinch my waist that day?" 

The question caught him off guard. "I felt like it," he replied, a laugh escaping his lips. 

"It feels nice when you pinch me," she said, her voice a soft purr. "Hmm..." he laughed, his own shyness melting away.

"Hey, don't I look cute?" she asked, her gaze steady. 

"You do." 

"Then why don't you look at me properly? You never look at any girl in class. Why are you so innocent?" 

He laughed again, the tension from earlier completely gone. "Because I am innocent." 

She feigned a look of surprise. "Liar!..." she said, her voice teasing. 

"Haha... So it is..." he replied, holding her waist and pulling her closer.

 She held his neck, stopping him. "Hey.... innocent people don't do this." 

"Then what do they do?" he challenged, his voice low. 

"Thief.... so it was all an act." 

"Okay, fine, but you get off me first."

She ignored him again, bending her head and bringing her lips tantalizingly close to his. But before she could close the distance, he gently grabbed her hair, pulling her back just enough to stop her. 

"My sister and Harish kissed, so let's kiss too," she said, a childlike logic in her voice. 

"No, Chandu." 

"Why not? Don't you like me?" 

"You're not over 18. It would be underage content," he said, trying to be serious. 

"Then did my sister and Harish get it?" 

"That's just one line, but if we do it, it won't be like that, it will be paragraphs." 

"Oh, stop all that talk. Let's kiss, it's our first kiss. My sister won't call, my parents aren't here. It's your choice."

He gave in just a little, giving her a quick, mischievous kiss on the chin. Her body shivered and trembled at the touch of his lips, and she clutched his T-shirt, her knuckles white. A thought flashed through his mind: he had to stop himself, to not let this go any further. 

‘No, I have to stop myself, 

or else I might eat Chandana's lips 

just like I did with Geetha miss.’

 He pulled back slightly. "That's enough, Chandu."

"Really, you don't want to? Why not?" she asked, her voice a mixture of disappointment and confusion. 

"There's still time. We can't kiss right now." 

"Nothing will happen if we kiss." 

"True, but I don't like taking that chance." 

"You're so stubborn... so stubborn. Do you know how shy I am? And still, when I ask, you do this. Ugh, you're useless." 

He stood his ground. "No." 

"Women are more emotionally mature than men. Nothing will happen if you think like that," she argued, but he was firm.

She pushed her neck forward in a silent challenge, and he kissed her neck instead. 

A soft "Mmmmm..." escaped her lips as she trembled. 

He began to shower her neck with small, gentle kisses, and she responded by clutching his T-shirt and holding on to his shoulder. 

"Do you know what Geetha miss said?" he asked, his voice a low whisper against her skin. 

"What?" 

"She said we should study well and do something to earn well first..." he said, punctuating the sentence with a kiss to her throat. 

"Ahh... what else?" she gasped, her voice thick with desire.

He stopped, pulling back to look at her. "That's enough, I'm leaving." 

She looked at him, her eyes wide with disappointment. "Already?" she asked. 

"You're so naughty, you have no shame." 

"I don't have no shame, you're just innocent," she retorted, a playful smile on her face. 

Then, she grabbed his hand and pulled. He fell beside her on the bed, and she threw a leg over him, pulling the blanket over them both. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, surprised. 

"Be quiet," she whispered, her voice a conspiratorial secret. "Quiet?"

She turned off the lights, and in the sudden darkness, she moved with a newfound confidence, getting on top of him, her legs on either side of his waist. She took off his T-shirt, and through her tshirt, he could see the faint outline of her small nipples. A surge of excitement, a feeling he hadn't known before, rushed through him. 

She pulled the blanket over their heads, creating a small, private world, and hugged him tight. 

Inside the blanket, his hands found their way to her back, holding her close. The warmth of his hands against her cool, sweaty skin made her melt against him.

"Ahh... Dad will call before he comes. Let's stay like this until then. You can go home after that," she whispered, her face buried in his neck. 

"Okay..." he replied, his voice muffled, as he settled in, his face buried in her neck, lost in the new, intoxicating feeling of her presence.


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Shiva came home. The car, as if sensing his unease, quietly parked itself and the automatic gate locked with a soft click. 

Inside, a familiar tension hung in the air. Sindhu sat on the sofa, a fortress of silent anger, ignoring the TV while she ate egg bajjis dipped in ginger chutney.

Slipping off his shoes, Shiva tiptoed toward her, a practiced smile on his face. He sat beside her just as she was about to take a bite. Playfully, he reached for the bajji in her hand, but before he could, she slapped him with it. The ginger chutney splattered across his cheek.

"I came home early, you stupid girl," he said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"You left without telling me where you were going," she replied, her voice low and tight. "And I made these because you asked me to."

He gently turned her face toward him, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. "Hey, what's with these tears? Are you angry?"

"I know it was urgent, but why did you have to go when you knew?" she asked, her voice cracking. "Couldn't it have waited?"

"That's why I came back so quickly," he said, pulling her close. "And I told you to forget about it. It's not your fault."

"I know you were sad too," she said, her head resting on his shoulder.

"It's okay. It happens to ten out of a hundred people," he reassured her. "I'm sorry I left like that."

Sindhu didn't reply, she just cried, falling into his embrace.

"Are you upset, my Chandamama (moon)?" he whispered, using lovely nick name for her. 

"Your smile is like moonlight, my love. You're the Lakshmi of my home, waiting for me. How can I live without you? I've come back, my sweetheart."

She pressed a finger to his lips, her cheeks blushing. "That's enough, stop your poetry."

"Then don't cry," he said, his voice soft. "So what if it didn't work out this time? You'll get pregnant next time."

"I know how happy you were when I told you," she said, her voice full of sorrow.

"Let's call it a second chance. Don't be sad. This time we'll stay in bed for ten days and do nothing else."

"Ugh, you're a crazy person, a beast, not a human," she said, pulling away and laughing as she slapped his cheek.

"You're smearing chutney on my face, you clumsy girl," he said, wiping his face with the end of her saree.

She sat silently, watching him. He gently wiped her tears with the same saree edge, his hand lingering on her neck.

"How do I tell Mom and Dad?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

"Don't overthink it," he said, his voice firm. "I'll tell them."

"Hmm..." she replied, leaning into his touch.

He smiled, his gaze fixed on her neck.

"Hey, eat something first," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Yes," he said, stroking her neck. "Looking at these two precious, full meats makes me so hungry I want to bite and eat them."

"What about the bajjis I made?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

"We'll have those later," he said, his voice a low growl. "First, feed me this bajjees."

She bent down, kissed his forehead, and whispered in his ear, "You eat them yourself, Mukundha (Krishna)..." she said, her voice full of love.

He unhooked the four buttons of her blouse and pulled her toward him, his mouth on her skin. She closed her eyes, a moan escaping her lips as he sucked on her meaty cheesy apples.

"Mmm... let's go to our village for Sai's wedding," she said, her voice breathless. "We can get ready again like it's our wedding night..."

"Ha... great idea," he said, biting her left nipple.

"Aah..." she moaned, climbing on top of him.

He continued to kiss and lick her boobs until she finally said, "That's enough."

"Okay, whatever you want," he said, his voice full of satisfaction.

"Wait, I'll get some for you too and feed you," she said, her voice full of a renewed sense of love and care.

"Oh, a minute ago you were angry, and now you want to feed me," he said, a playful smile on his face.

"Well, that's what you do, you work your magic..." she said, kissing his chin, buttoning her blouse, and getting up.

"Anyway, you said you didn't have any work today, so why did you go out so urgently?" she asked, a frown on her face.

"Oh, that?" he said, his voice casual. "I had the lab keys with me, so I went to give them to someone who needed them and came right back."

"Hmm, yes, your lab keys are more important than your wife's sadness," she said, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

"I said I was sorry, so why are you still saying that?" he asked, his voice full of genuine remorse.

"Okay, never mind," she said, her voice soft.

She went to the kitchen and returned with bajjis for Shiva. She fed him like a small child, and as he ate, she kissed his lips and licked off the chutney. 

After he finished, he took her hand and licked the chutney off each of Sindhu’s fingers. 

Then he picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and sat her on the bed. He lay down beside her, his legs over hers, and pulled her down to lie beside him. He kissed her on the forehead and said, "I love you."

"Hey, you'll get a beating," she said, her cheeks flushing. "What's with the 'I love you'? Do you have to tell me? You're crazy..."

For a while, they both lay there, holding hands, lost in a comfortable silence.

"You go to sleep," he said, "I'll talk to your parents."

"Stay here," she said, her voice a soft whisper.

"No, I'll talk to them," he said, his voice firm. "You go to sleep."

"Hmm," she replied, her eyes closing.

After Sindhu closed her eyes, Shiva changed out of his clothes and put on his night pants. He was about to leave the bedroom when his phone rang. It was Gautam.

"Hey, Gautam, what's up bro?" he said, his voice a low whisper.

"Shiva, I need a favor," Gautam said. "Bharat, a student from Geetha's college who comes for tuition, apparently Geetha told him she would bring him to Canada. I wanted to tell him no, but since Geetha already insisted, I held back."

"Oh, I see..." Shiva said, his mind already working.

"They've taken care of the passport work," Gautam said. "I'm calling you about the consultancy."

"Why didn't you talk to Iliyas Bhai yourself?" Shiva asked, his voice full of curiosity.

"I think it's better if you talk to him," Gautam said. "Tell Iliyas after 10 AM tomorrow that they need it this month itself."

"Okay, I'll take care of it," Shiva said.

"I'll tell Bharat, he'll give you all the details," Gautam said. "He'll come whenever you tell him to."

"I know that Bharath guy too," Shiva said. "I'll talk to him."

"Okay, we'll meet when I come back," Gautam said.

"You're coming to Sai's wedding, right?" Shiva asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"We'll see," Gautam said, his voice a low growl.

"What do you mean, 'we'll see'?" Shiva asked, his voice full of frustration. "Come on anna, we haven't met in a long time. Even if it's just for one day."

"I'll let you know in two days," Gautam said.

"Okay anna," Shiva said, his voice full of disappointment.


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Geetha sat on her bed, her legs tucked under her, a familiar post-meal lethargy settling in. She was waiting for Gautham’s call. As she closed her eyes, a wave of confusion washed over her. 

She couldn’t shake the memory of Shiva’s touch, and the thought that she hadn’t stopped him. Even more perplexing was the sudden image of Haran that had flickered in her mind at that moment. She was surprised at her own reactions.

Shiva's warmth still lingered on her skin, but it was another memory that brought a genuine smile to her face—Bharat's kisses. 

Being with him again after two weeks was a comfort she hadn’t realized she’d been missing. She replayed his words in her mind, his actions, the new desires he had awakened in her. He had brought about a change within her that she was only just beginning to understand. Yet, Shiva's face intruded again, and she was left to wonder why she had so easily given in to his advances, both at the hotel and today.

Just then, her phone rang, and the screen flashed Gautham's name. A smile instantly replaced her thoughtful frown. "Darling," he said, his voice a balm to her troubled mind.

"Hmm," she hummed, leaning back against the pillow she had propped against the headboard.

"Should I come for the wedding?"

"Yes, why wouldn't you? Even if it's not for the wedding, please come for me," she replied, her voice soft and full of longing.

"My love, I'll come for the wedding. Then, after you and Bharath come to Canada, we'll all three go back to India. I'll stay until your birthday and then leave. What do you say, is that okay?"

"That's wonderful!"

"Right? Listen, after you and Bharat arrive, we'll visit some places in Canada, like the Niagara Falls."

"Yes, I really want to see Niagara Falls."

"Yeah, I've never seen it either. Since you're bringing Bharat along, he'll enjoy it too."

"Yes, he will.”

"Can I tell you something?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

"Yeah..."

"I just found out something. I told you about my boss here, Evelyn, right?"

"Uh-huh..."

"I told her you were coming. She's offering us her private farmhouse for a night."

"Wow, you've become very close to her, haven't you?" she said with a teasing laugh.
"You silly girl, I know what you're implying."

"That's exactly what I meant."

"Hey, it's not like that. It's just that she's a little close to me, that's all."

"Okay, sure."

"Hey, just listen to what I'm saying first."

"Hmm, I'm listening."

"I'll make some good arrangements. We can stay there for night, just the two of us."

"Why?" she asked shyly, her heart fluttering.

"It will be amazing. No one will be there. It's surrounded by jungle, with a river nearby. A cool, serene place, just us two. We can do whatever we want all night."

"Really? We can do whatever we want?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Hmm..."

"Oh, I feel like coming right now."

"Me too, darling. Just imagine, in the darkness, by candlelight, you and I on the banks of that river, hugging and me kissing you..."

"Oh, my husband is getting a lot of desires," she teased, her shyness melting into playful affection.

"Shouldn't I?"

"If you have desires, so do I."

"Haha..."

"But darling, we forgot about Bharat."

"He can stay in the apartment for one night. We'll tell him something."

"He'll understand."

"You said he's a kid...?"

"Hey... that's enough," she said, a new warmth coloring her cheeks.

"Haha... Okay, it's getting late. I have to go."

"One minute," she said, not wanting the call to end.

"Yes, tell me."

"Love you..." she breathed into the phone, pressing a kiss against the speaker.

"Love you too. I'll get going. I'll call you when I can. Good night."

"Hmm, bye." She hung up, her mind now filled with images of candlelight and cool air, the memory of her confusion replaced by the promise of a secluded night with Gautham.
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To be continued…………

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