Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[secpass]

That’s a nice funny narration about harish n vadana like the humor in the story , the story going on a slow pace but it’s still good but really exited and waiting for the next meet between Geetha n Bharath

[Dumeelkumar]

Nice update

[chellaporukki]

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 :)

Shiva is inviting Gautam only to kill him to get his line clear 

[Projectmp]

Something is gonna happen between shiva and geetha in the wedding.
Something is gonna happen between geetha and bharath in the private farmhouse.
Just some random guesses.

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Haran your writing skills are super wish i could read telugu. Then would have read all your threads!

[Haran000]

Couldn’t wait read it in the lunch break today ?

That’s a nice funny narration about harish n vadana like the humor in the story , the story going on a slow pace but it’s still good but really exited and waiting for the next meet between Geetha n Bharath

Nice update

Shiva is inviting Gautam only to kill him to get his line clear 

Bro has wild thoughts 

Something is gonna happen between shiva and geetha in the wedding.
Something is gonna happen between geetha and bharath in the private farmhouse.
Just some random guesses.

Haran your writing skills are super wish i could read telugu. Then would have read all your threads!

Haha...., Telugu language is so beautiful and I wrote too beautiful. 



Thanx alll

[Haran000]

Our regional languages like, telugu, hindi, Tamil, kannada, has that Kamasutra vibe. No matter how beautiful English may sound but it's can never have that umff of Sanskrit in it.

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Our regional languages like, telugu, hindi, Tamil, kannada, has that Kamasutra vibe. No matter how beautiful English may sound but it's can never have that umff of Sanskrit in it.

Very True Bro

[qatar2000]

Great Update, awesome expanding the different elements to the story

[Abdul A]

Awesome story

[Rakul1985]

Good to see Shiva back in action. Hoping for the fun.

[santhu304]

Excellent

[Projectmp]

Eagerly waiting for next update. Looks like something is gonna happen with geetha

[Nishikant.Wayal]

When will you post bro really. Its like I'm addicted to to your writing !

[Haran000]

Great Update, awesome expanding the different elements to the story

Thanks so much

[Haran000]

Awesome story

Thank you 

[Haran000]

Good to see Shiva back in action. Hoping for the fun.

Thanks

[Haran000]

Excellent

Thank you 

[Haran000]

13. Indulgence 

Sunlight streamed into Chandana's room, illuminating the quiet space. A pile of books sat on the table next to her Samsung phone and a small watch, its face glinting in the light. On the bed, two figures lay tangled under a green blanket, their stillness a stark contrast to the lively room.


Within the cozy darkness of the blanket, Bharat's lips found the soft curve of Chandana's neck. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers gentle. Chandana, in turn, kissed him softly below his ear, a shy smile on her lips. "Hey," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah, tell me," Bharat replied, his voice a low murmur.

"You said you do something like anthropology, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's right," he confirmed.

"Do you know what I want to become?"

"You never told me."

"Bharat," she began, her tone earnest. "I just want to be like this with you."

"Meaning?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Meaning? That's all," she said simply. "I like you. You don't study much, but you're mischievous. You help people. You don't make bad things."

"Chandhu..." he began, his voice soft.

"Yeah, tell me," she replied, her eyes twinkling.

"It's getting stuffy. Let's take this blanket off."

"No, don't," she pleaded.

"Why not?" he asked, a playful grin on his face.

"What is this? I took off my t-shirt. I'm shy," Chandana said, a hint of playful embarrassment in her voice.

Bharat chuckled. "You have no shame calling me into your house, but now you're shy?"

"Bharat," she began, changing the subject. "You paint, don't you?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Can you paint me?" she asked.

"You know something?" he said with a glimmer in his eyes.

"What?"

"The other day, we all went to the park—Harish, Vikas, and everyone."

"Yes," she remembered.

"Do you remember we took a photo, just the two of us?"

"Yeah."

"I painted that," he said softly. "It's in my room."

Chandana, her heart fluttering, leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Chandu," he whispered.

"You kiss me too," she demanded.

"Hey, why?" he asked, feigning confusion.

"You blockhead," she said, her voice teasing. "Do you need a reason to kiss me?"

"Hey, what did I tell you? You're a little girl, act like one."

"If you say that again, I'll kill you," she said, playfully pinching his neck.

Laughing, Bharat gently made her lie down beside him. He climbed on top of her, leaning in and bringing his face close to hers. As his lips drew near, she closed her eyes with a shy, expectant flutter.

"Why did you close your eyes?" he asked.

"I won't look. You kiss me," she replied, her eyes still squeezed shut.

Bharat held her cheeks, gently pulling them before letting go. "I'm not going to kiss you," he said, pulling back the blanket and getting up. A cool breeze from the fan touched their skin.

"Are you leaving?" she asked, her voice laced with disappointment.

"I am. We'll meet later."

"Let's play a game! Let's play PUBG," she pleaded.

"No, I'm going. We'll play some other time," he insisted.

Immediately, Chandana pouted, a perfect little frown forming on her lips. Bharat's resolve melted. He instantly held her face and kissed her on her forehead, cheeks, and chin. She smiled naughtily, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Okay, bye," he said, his voice full of affection.

"Yeah, bye," she replied.

As Bharat stood up to leave, his bracelet caught on Chandana's tank top. The collar tore, revealing a glimpse of her beauty. He quickly closed his eyes.

"Oh, stop it!" she said, her voice a mix of amusement and embarrassment. "Don't act. You already saw it."

"Sorry, I didn't think it would get stuck like that," he apologized.

"It's okay," she said, taking his hand and carefully disentangling the torn fabric from the bracelet. She then brought his hand to her lips and kissed the bracelet. "This should always be on your hand."

"You gave it to me, so I'll keep it," he promised.

"Okay, go home," she said.

"Okay, bye."

They both got up, and as they were opening the door, Chandana quickly pulled on her t-shirt. She walked him to the gate, said goodbye one last time, and watched him leave before closing the gate behind her.

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A sudden buzzing vibration from his phone, a small rectangle of light next to his head, pulled Bharat from the depths of sleep. He woke to find the blanket, which had been pulled up to his chin when he drifted off, now pooled at his feet like a deflated parachute. 

The room was still dark, the door a closed black rectangle against the wall. He reached for his phone, its notification light a tiny, insistent pulse of green.

He thumbed the screen awake, and a message from Geetha appeared, just a minute old. It was a reply to his own message from the night before: "Miss, did you go to sleep? I'm not getting through." Her response was simple and direct: "Oh, I was talking to Gautham last night and went to sleep. I didn't see your message."

A small smile touched his lips. He immediately called her.

On the other end, Geetha had just stepped out of the shower. Wrapped in a white towel, she was standing in front of the mirror, her hair a damp cascade of darkness. She saw her phone ringing on the bed, picked it up, and answered.

"Hello, Bharat," she said, her voice soft.

"Good morning, Miss," he replied, a laugh bubbling in his voice. "What are you doing?"

"I just showered and am getting ready for college. Why did you message me last night?"

He rubbed his legs with his left hand, a nervous habit. "Just for fun, Miss. I have a problem, Miss."

Geetha sat on the edge of the bed, drying her hair with the towel as the fan hummed overhead. "What is it?" she asked.

He hesitated, a playful pause. "Miss, that… that…"

"Tell me," she prompted.

"Miss, that day when I was next to you, it became hard, right? The same thing happened to me."

A wave of shyness washed over Geetha, an unexpected blush rising to her cheeks. "Chee, what are you telling me?"

"Haha… Miss, that's what I'm remembering."

"Hey… You're crazy. Hang up the phone."

"Miss, I'm only remembering you. I want to give you a kiss this morning."

"Hey, shush… I don't have time to talk now. I'm hanging up. Bye…" she said, and the call ended.

Bharat laughed as he hung up the phone.

Geetha finished drying her hair, a smile playing on her lips. She couldn't stop herself from replaying his words, a warmth spreading through her. She looked at her reflection, at her shy, smiling face, and laughed.


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It was well past ten when Bharat left for Sports Academy. He headed for Sriram’s place first, hoping to convince him to come with. The ground floor Geetha’s door was locked, he headed upstairs and found Swaroopa.

“Is Sriram brother not here?” Bharat asked.

“No, he went out,” Swaroopa replied. “If you have his number, give him a call.”

“I didn't bring my phone. Could you call him,” Bharat said.

Swaroopa did, and after a moment, she handed the phone to Bharat. “Hello, brother, it’s me, Bharat. Where are you?” he asked.

Sriram’s voice came through the receiver. “Why?”

“I’m going to the academy, brother. I was wondering if you could come with me.”

“I’m at the Diamond Tea Stall near our crossroads. Come here first.”

“Okay, brother.”

Bharat immediately headed to the tea stall and found Sriram. Sriram ordered a tea for Bharat, and the two sat for a minute.

“Brother, I’m going to pay the fees now. Can you come and talk to them for me?” Bharat asked.

Sriram laughed. “Rafiq sir will be there. He’s the shuttle coach. Just go to him directly. Why should I come?”

“That’s what I’m saying, brother. You tell him about me. You know them, right?” Bharat insisted.

Sriram finally agreed. “Okay, let's go.”

After finishing their tea, they both left on Sriram’s Access scooter. They stopped in front of “Dream Buds Sports Avenue” and walked inside, past the glass door and into the reception room. A young boy sat at the desk.

“Bro, is Rafiq not here?” Sriram asked him.

“He'll be here in five minutes. Wait,” the boy responded.

While waiting, Sriram and Bharat went through a gate next to them and into the indoor net area—a large hall with a net in the middle and a blue floor. Three other players were talking there.

“Buy a good racket, then,” Sriram told Bharat.

“Yeah, I have a good one, brother. It's branded,” Bharat replied.

“Then what are you waiting for? Start practicing from tomorrow. The competition is on the 3rd here, right?”

“Yes, brother.”

“Okay, let's go back to Rafiq.”

They returned to the reception area, and as if on cue, Rafiq walked in. He was a little shorter than Bharat, with small, black eyes. He took off his sweatcoat, hung it on a nearby hanger, and greeted Sriram with a smile.

“Hi, Sri. Salam walekum. Kaise ho?” he said warmly.

“I'm good, bro. This is Bharat. I've known him since he was a kid. We used to live next door to his house,” Sriram said.

“Oh, I see. Hi, Bharat,” Rafiq greeted.

“Hi, sir.”

Sriram continued, “He plays shuttle well. He'll play in the Under-19 this time.”

“Really?” Rafiq’s eyes lit up. “We don't have many this time. I was wondering what to do with only three. If you come, Bharat, there will be four, making two pairs.”

Before Bharat could say anything, Sriram interrupted. “The fees are twenty thousand. Why so much, bro?” he asked.

“Hey, it's four hours a day,” Rafiq explained. “Food before and after the session, medical observation, travel, dress code—everything is included. Plus, we're providing an indoor space, right? Don't you know how it was when Dhanush was here? You used to come for basketball, too.”

“Yeah, that's true,” Sriram said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. “I lost interest, too, after Dhanush brother quit.”

“Why did he quit, anyway?” Rafiq asked.

“Oh, you don't know? Dhanush brother cleared the IPS exam, bro.”

“That rascal. He didn't tell me,” Rafiq said, half-jokingly.

Sriram turned back to the topic at hand. “I don't know. Anyway, bro, Bharath plays well, but he doesn't have much guidance. He's only played in college. This is his first time coming to an institute like this.”

“It's nothing. He'll get used to it in ten days. Good players are needed everywhere, aren't they?” Rafiq said with a smile.

“Yeah, that's right. Bharat, you have to come from tomorrow. Give me the fees.”

Bharat took the twenty thousand rupees Geetha had given him from his pant pocket. 

Sriram took it, counted it, took out four or five hundred-rupee notes, and gave them back to Bharat. Then he handed the rest to Rafiq with a smile.

“Okay, bro?” Sriram said.

Rafiq laughed. “Haha... Okay. You have to come at eight in the morning from tomorrow. You'll be here until one in the afternoon.”

“Yes, sir. I'll definitely come,” Bharat said.

“Wear two separate sportswear sets just for coming here. Don't wear just anything,” Rafiq advised.

“Okay, sir.”

“We'll take your leave,” Sriram said.

“Okay, sure. If you meet Dhanush, tell him I was asking about him,” Rafiq replied.

“Yeah, sure.”

They both went outside.

“Thanks, brother,” Bharat said.

“Don't thank me, just make sure you come every day, okay?”

“I will, brother. I don't have any college work, either.”

“Hmm, okay. Go home. Bye.”

“Bye, brother.”


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[Haran000]

(On Saturdays and Sundays, when in the bedroom or bathroom, Shiva is Sindhu's slave. When in the hall or kitchen, Sindhu is Shiva's slave. If either of them breaks this rule, there will be no sex between them for a month. This is an agreement between the two. No matter what happens, since they cannot go more than a week without sex, they will both follow the rule without fail.)




April 15th, Saturday. After 6:00 AM,

A gentle morning light filtered through the curtains as Shiva woke. 

He splashed water on his face and brushed his teeth before heading into the kitchen. The scent of brewing chai greeted him. 

There, Sindhu stood, her saree pleats tucked into her waist, the soft curves of her body on display. She poured the hot tea into a cup, her movements graceful and practiced. Seeing him, she turned and offered him the steaming cup. 

Shiva took it, sipping the hot tea. He leaned in and kissed her lips, savoring the taste of the tea. Sindhu licked her lips, a small smile playing on them.

"I won't let you step into the bedroom today," Shiva said, his voice low and playful. "I'll have you walking around this house naked, just for me."

"What's left to see?" Sindhu shot back, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Are you going to use a magnifying glass?"

Shiva laughed and spat a mouthful of chai onto her neck.

"Oh, you crazy fool!" she exclaimed, an annoyed look on her face.

"What? Are you scolding me, you bitch?"

"Okay, okay, I won't," she conceded, a smile betraying her.

He took another sip of his tea.

"Deepa said she's coming today," Sindhu said, the conversation shifting. "We're going shopping tomorrow."

"Hmm," Shiva hummed in response.

"I was thinking, since you have the day off and will be at home, we could go to a pub in the evening."

"You know, I don't alcohol, and you shouldn’t too," Shiva replied flatly.

"Please, just this once," she pleaded. "We'll go and have some fun."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "It's been twenty days without sex. Now you are recovered, I can't wait anymore. Today, it's going to be nothing but fuck. I'm going to fill you up completely."

"Just this once, please."

He suddenly tilted the cup, splashing the piping hot tea all over her. It soaked through the pallu covering her boobs. A sudden, sharp burning sensation seared her skin, and she cried out.

"Ouch...... You bastard..." she shrieked.

She tore off her pallu, shaking it to rid it of the wetness. 

In one swift motion, Shiva slipped his index finger into her blouse, twisted the fabric, and ripped it off. Her blouse flew across the room, revealing her boobs, reddened with embarrassment. He grabbed her arm, pulled her close, and buried his face into her cleavage, holding her tight.

Sindhu wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back. "I'll be back before 10 PM," she said, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

He gave a hard slap to her left buttock. "Aahsh..." she gasped.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded while licking off tea drops off her boobs. "I told you that you shouldn't have any clothes on."

"Okay, but does that mean you've agreed?"

"Just take them off first, and then I'll tell you."

She quickly undressed, her saree, petticoat, and panties joining the torn blouse on the floor. She threw the panties at Shiva's face. He caught them with his teeth, then turned her around so her back face to him. 

He gave a loud, resounding 'thwap' to her buttery right asscheek leaving the imprint of his five fingers.

"Amma... Sh..." she winced, the burning pain radiating through her. She endured it, bending forward slightly, offering herself to him.

Shiva's eyes went to her reddish, finger-marked buttock. He grabbed a nearby ketchup bottle, unscrewed the cap, and tilted it, pouring the red sauce exactly into the cleft of her buttocks, four times. 

The spicy liquid dripped down, flowing over her anus and touching the delicate skin of her vulva, causing a slight burning sensation.

"Now you can do whatever you want," she said, her voice a mix of defiance and surrender. "I said I'm going tonight, didn't I?"

He knelt down, his tongue darting out. He licked up the sauce in one sweep, over her lotus, swallowing it.

The touch of his tongue sent a shiver through her.

Sindhu swallowed, a soft "Mmmm..." escaping her lips.

He lowered his face, nibbling at her vulva with his lips, and sucked the remaining sauce into his mouth.

"Aah..." she began to sway her hips in rhythm with his tongue.

While licking the sauce, he chewed on her petals..

"Fine," he said, his voice muffled. "You can go."

"Thanks."

He stood up, pinched her buttock, and turned to leave, but she held his hand. She lifted her right leg, propping it on the kitchen counter, and rubbed her thigh. "Do it," she whispered.

"I'm not in the mood."

She reached out and stroked the erection that was poking out of his pyjamas. "Do it."


"Go away. I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, what do you mean you're not in the mood when you have a boner?" she countered. "You said you'd fill me up, so fill me up."

"Come back drunk in the evening, and you can fuck yourself and fill yourself up."

She climbed onto him, showering kisses on his neck. Her hand slipped into his pajamas, playing with his cock as she kissed his lips passionately. "Ummm... I'm not going for myself, I'm going for Deepa. Once she gets married, her bachelor life will be over." She held his face and kissed him again, a deep, passionate kiss.

"Take off my clothes too," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Just then, Sindhu's phone rang from the sofa in the hall. Sindhu hurried to walk but Shiva caught her hand and made her bend on floor.

Slapping her ass again, “Now go you bitch,” he commanded.



Obeying her love command she crawled towards her phone and picked it up. "Oh! Deepa, are you on your way?"

"Yeah, I'll leave in about an hour," Deepa's voice came through the speaker. "Make some tiffin for me; I'll eat it when I get there. I haven't eaten anything here."

As Sindhu listened, Shiva came up behind her, grabbed her waist, bent her over the sofa, and thrust furiously into her. 

"Aahsh..." she screamed.

"Hey... what happened?" Deepa asked.

"A gaandu ant is stinging me from behind," Sindhu lied, her voice breathless.

"Put it on speaker."

Sindhu switched on the speaker, put the phone down, and turned her head to kiss Shiva, who was leaning over her. He kissed her lips as he thrust, their tongues dancing together.

"Rey... you gaandu, do you have no sense of day or night?" Deepa's voice came through the phone.

"You should come too, and we'll have a threesome," Shiva laughed.

"Ugh..." Deepa groaned.

"Hahaha..." Shiva laughed, thrusting into Sindhu.

"Mmmm... Aah..." Sindhu moaned.

"Rey Slowly,..." Deepa urged.

"Okay, okay, I'll make tiffin," Sindhu said, her voice still breathless. "I made the dosa batter last night."

"Oh, okay," Deepa said, and then hung up.

Shiva slapped her buttock and thrust, holding her waist tightly.

"Aah..." she cried out as he pulled out.

Sindhu turned around, straddling him. She held his waist and looked into his eyes. She plunged his cock back into her, held his shoulders, and began to bounce.

"Mmm... you have to be back before 10 PM."

"If I don't come back, the bedroom is also yours," she challenged. "You can do anything you want."

He gave her counter-thrusts as she bounced on the sofa.

"Aah...!" she cried out as he grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them. "Mmmm... Oh, so you've agreed?"

"Yes... just this once."

"Not like this, lie down and do it."

He suddenly picked her up, laid her on the sofa, and began to fuck her in missionary.

"Mmm... I couldn't do what you asked, darling," she said, her voice soft.

"Hah... I told you not to say that. You're my sweetheart. This time, I'll take care of it myself. I don't need anything but you. Umm..."

“Will I spoil your mood I drink?”

“No.. not like that,” he grunted thrusting.

“Uh…. Harder…darling… “


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Three hours had passed.

Sindhu was still asleep on the bed, her nightdress a soft counterpoint to the quiet room. In the kitchen, Shiva working over stove , the rhythmic sizzle of dosas filling the air. 

Just then, the doorbell chimed, a bright "kling kling" that cut through the silence.

Washing the batter from his hands, Shiva went to the door. Standing before him was Deepa, her smile as radiant as the morning. She held a small handbag in one hand.

"Greetings, Master," she said playfully.

Shiva's response was to pull her into a tight hug, his lips finding the tender spot below her ear.

"Idiot, let go!" Deepa protested.

"Hahaha… You look so happy, like a new bride," Shiva teased, holding her at arm’s length. "Hey, did you lose weight?"

"Yah… didn’t I look chubby," she admitted, smoothing her saree.

"You look better that way, you dummy," he said with a fond smile.

"That's enough," Deepa retorted, giving him a playful shove. "What about you, huh? You've snatched a good figure."

"She's sexy, but she doesn't have the muscle you have," Shiva said, his tone turning more serious for a moment. "I knew you'd get caught up with Sai the moment I saw that mole on his dick."

"Ugh, stop it," Deepa said, her cheeks flushing.

"Aha, so you've seen it?" Shiva pressed.

"Chee, stop it, man! I should scold myself to putting mouth in you," she said, mockingly scandalized. "Don't you see a man or a woman? What kind of talk is that?"

"Hahaha… Okay, okay," Shiva laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. "Go wash your hands and feet. The dosas are hot, and I made coconut chutney. Let's eat."

"So where's the queen?" Deepa asked, glancing around. "And you're the one cooking?"

"She's sleeping. Go wake her up."

Deepa went straight to the bedroom, jumping onto the bed next to Sindhu and patting her shoulder. "Hey ghost, it's 10 a.m., and you're sleeping again. Get up!"

"Just five more minutes," Sindhu mumbled, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

Leaning close, Deepa pinched Sindhu's ear. "You guys must've had a round, huh? The master is cooking."

"Yeah, that's why I'm sleepy," Sindhu sighed dreamily.

In the dining room, Shiva was arranging plates and a bowl of chutney on the table.

"Okay, let's eat," Deepa announced. "I told you not to have breakfast until I arrived, right? I'm starving. Let's eat together."

Just then, Shiva entered the bedroom, bent down, and, to Deepa's amusement, lifted the still-groggy Sindhu into his arms.

"Wow, what did you give him to make him carry you like that?" Deepa laughed.

He carried her to the dining table, where he gently placed her on his lap on a chair. Sindhu rested her sad face on his chest. Deepa came over, her expression softening. "Hey, get up and eat."

"Deepu, you eat. I'll feed her," Shiva said, holding Sindhu's cheeks and lifting her head. 

"Hey, are you going to eat or not?"

"Hmm…" Sindhu responded softly.

Deepa took two dosas for herself and a bowl of chutney. Shiva, too, took a dosa, broke off a piece, dipped it in the chutney, and began feeding Sindhu. She ate in silence.

"Deepu, she had a miscarriage," Shiva said quietly, his gaze fixed on Sindhu.

Deepa's eyes widened in shock. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"It's been twenty days," Shiva explained. "I told her it was just bad luck and to let it go. She was fine then, but from a few days ago, she's been thinking about it constantly and suddenly becomes dull like this."

Deepa rose from her chair, went to Sindhu's side, and took her hand. "Hey, look at me."

"Just leave it," Sindhu murmured, pulling her hand away. "Don't talk about it anymore."

"You’re trying again, right? It'll be okay," Deepa reassured her.

"Hmm…"

"You're going to be so dull when I'm here?" Deepa asked, trying to get her to smile.

"Uh-huh."

"So get up and cheer up. Let's go shopping. Let's have fun."

"Let's do everything," Sindhu said, a hint of a smile on her lips, "but after an hour, okay?"

"That's all I wanted to hear."

-


At 1 p.m., in the college staff room, Geetha had finished her lunch and was talking to Ramya.

"Geetha, you joined last year, but Bharat's studies have improved suddenly," Ramya observed. "He's the kind of guy who used to get zeroes in Math."

"Didn't I tell you that Bharat has been coming to me for tuition since November?" Geetha said.

Ramya was surprised. Bharat had kept his tutoring a secret. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah," Geetha said with a touch of pride. "I taught him everything and made him study well."

Ramya smiled cheekily, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Geetha's heart skipped a beat, a flicker of worry that her colleague was getting suspicious.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked.

"Nothing. These brats look at us in a weird way even in class," Ramya said. "Since he takes tuition from you and sits next to you at home, did he look at you like that?"

Geetha offered a faint smile, her thoughts a jumble. "Yeah… What's the point of paying attention to all that? It's enough if he studies, right?"

"Hmm… You're right," Ramya conceded. 

"By the way, why aren't you and Ganesh talking to each other lately?"

"He's getting married," Ramya said flatly.

Geetha burst into laughter.

"Hey!" Ramya protested.

"Now our staff room will be a little more peaceful, haha," Geetha joked.

"Shhh, someone will hear," Ramya hissed, her eyes darting around the room. "You're going to ruin me."

"Okay, okay," Geetha said, trying to control her laughter.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Sindhu.

"Geetha, where are you?"

"At college, Akka."

"Come to my house in the evening."

"Why, Akka?"

"Deepa is here."

"Okay, I'll come."


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