Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Six thirty in the evening, Geetha took her car and headed to Sindhu's house. Just then, she saw her phone ringing. It was saved as "Puppy". Immediately, she pulled the car over into a side lane.


Geetha: Hello, what's up?

Bharath: Miss, have they given college holidays?

Geetha: There's one working day on Monday, why?

Bharath: Miss, my parents went to the village. For three days. I'm all alone at home.

Geetha: Oh, I see.

Bharath: Miss, could you come over once today? I want to meet you.

Geetha: Oh, I can't, dear. I'm going to my friend's house. I'll come tomorrow, okay?

Bharath gave a kiss through phone. 

Mwuah sound resonated through earpiece.

Geetha smiled in surprise.

Geetha: Hey, puppy!

Bharath: Miss, fourteen kisses are waiting for me.

Geetha: Naughty...

Bharath: Miss, my mom and dad went to village in the morning. I didn't call because I thought you would be at college. I even thought of coming to your house, but I stopped myself thinking you might say no.

Geetha: Hmm...

Bharath: Miss, will you give the puppy a kiss tomorrow?

As Bharath asked that, Geetha's mind got playfully excited.

Geetha: shall I tell you what?

Bharath: Please tell me, Miss.

Geetha: I also feel like giving my puppy a kiss. I even thought of you last night.

Bharath: Really...?

Geetha: Yes, really.

Bharath: Then why don't you come to my house for a while tonight, Miss?

Geetha: I can't, dear.

Bharath: Miss, I told you the yesterday, I want to sleep in your lap.

Geetha: Are you at home right now?

Bharath: Yes, Miss.

Geetha: Is no one there?

Bharath: Yes, Miss. Will you come? Just one kiss, please.

Geetha was silent for a while.

Bharath: Miss, what happened?

Geetha: not. Let's meet tomorrow if possible.

Bharath: Okay, Miss... See you...

Geetha: Yeah...

Bharath: Miss, at least call me tonight if you're free.

Geetha: Okay, I will, bye.

Bharath: Okay, Miss. I'm hanging up.

+

When Geetha reached Sindhu’s home, she knocked on the door. Was dressed in a henna green saree, a maroon blouse, glass bangles, a small Titan watch on her left hand, and a handbag.

Shiva opened the door. The same mischievous eyes and arrogant smile made Geetha a little hesitant. 

From the bedroom, she could hear the voices of Sindhu and Deepa.

Shiva took a step forward, leaned his chin close to her face, and sniffed the scent of roses from her neck. “Geetha, there is something special about you.”

Geetha gave him an annoyed look. “If you move aside, I’ll go inside.”

“Okay, go ahead,” he said, stepping out of her way.

As Geetha walked past him, he looked at her hips, took a step forward, and slapped her left buttock. It wobbled like a jelly cake.

In shock, Geetha cried out softly, “Ouch…”

She turned back, scolding him. “You’re crossing the line, and I’m warning you it’s not good.”

Moving closer, he stared into her eyes and said, “Do you want me to show you what crossing the line really means?”

‘What will he do? 

Why get into a fight with him?’

Geetha nervously broke free and went to Sindhu’s room.

When Geetha entered the bedroom, Deepa was changing her clothes. She turned around when she saw Geetha. She wasn’t wearing anything on top, and her huge boobs were completely visible and red. Sindhu was wearing a black frock. Deepa came and hugged her.

“Is everything okay?” Deepa asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. You should put on some clothes.”

“Why did you come in a saree?” Sindhu asked.

“Why are you asking that? What’s wrong with a saree? I don’t have the habit of wearing jeans like you.”

“Hmm… listen, let’s go out now and go to a pub.”

“A pub? I’m not coming. I’m not used to all that.”

While putting on her bra, Deepa said, “As if we are used to it. We only went a couple of times when we were in abroad, that’s it. It’s nothing, Geetha, let’s go.”

“Is this why you told me not to come?”

Sindhu moved Geetha aside and closed the door. “Take off your clothes.”

“Why?” she asked, astonished.

“Who goes to a pub in a saree?”

“Oh no, I’m not coming, Akka.”

“That’s not an option. We are going, and that’s final. You take off your saree first.”

“Why should I undress here? I’ll go home and come back with another dress.”

“That’s not necessary. I’ll give you one of my dresses to wear.”

“No, thank you.”

“It’s not like this is new to us. You don’t have such dresses, so I’ll give you a nice one to wear. Just don’t say anything.”

Geetha silently took off her saree. Sindhu took a black bodycon from her cupboard and gave it to Geetha.

Geetha held it up and looked at herself in the mirror. It was below knee-length, but it had an open cut near the shoulders.

“Akka, not this one. Please give me something with a proper neckline.”

“It’s fine. This looks good. Wear it.”

“Oh, but this needs a demi bra, which is why I said I’d go home and come back.”

“I’ll give you my bra.”

“Yours won’t fit me, Akka.”

Smiling to herself, Deepa said, “How can you give an apple basket for mangoes?”

“You shut up,” Sindhu said. “I have demi bras. I’ll give you one, just wear it.”

“It will be tight,” Geetha responded.

“What’s your size?”

“Thirty-four DD.”

“Mine is D, it’ll be fine.”

Sindhu helped Geetha take off her blouse. Geetha’s mangoes popped out.

“It’s true, it’s gotten a lot fuller. You used to be so skinny, didn’t you?” Deepa said.

“Is that necessary now? Give me the dress first,” Geetha dejected shyly.

Deepa came from behind and hugged both of them by their shoulders. “Why didn’t you ask your Shiva to squeeze them well?,” She teased Sindhu.

“They don’t grow from squeezing, you idiot. You need fat.”

“So, do I have a lot of fat, Akka?” Geetha asked.

“Not too much, just enough. Look at Deepa; she has even more.” She squeezed Deepa’s boob. “You’re fine, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Why are you squeezing mine?,” Deepa pronounced naughtily.

“Should I squeeze Geetha’s instead?” she said, and squeezed Geetha’s right boob.

“Ouch… akka.”

Deepa kissed Sindhu on the lips. 

Geetha was surprised to see that. “Oh, you crazy people, what is this?”

Deepa slowly held Geetha’s head and was about to kiss her lower lip, but Geetha pulled back. Deepa again rubbed her thumb on Geetha’s right boob.

“What is it?”

“Come here…” Deepa said.

Geetha took a step forward.

Deepa went behind Geetha and hugged her. She whispered in her ear, “Don’t you miss Gautham?”

“Hmm.”

“I miss Sai, too.”

“He will be with you after the wedding.”

From outside, Shiva called, “Hey, come here for a minute.”

“Yes, I’m coming,” Sindhu replied.

Sindhu slowly closed the door and went outside.

Deepa hugged Geetha from behind and said, “How do you manage?”

“He calls, and we have a hot conversation for a while.”

“Oh, really?”

“Hmm…”

“What do you talk about?”

“I’m shy; I can’t tell you those things.”

“Then how do you tell your husband?”

“I don’t say anything; he does all the talking.”

“That’s good. Anyway, let’s get ready.”

Later, after Sindhu returned, they started getting ready. As she instructed, Geetha put on the dress. The bra was squeezing Geetha’s bust, making it hard to breathe. After she hooked it up in the back, it came undone once.

“See? You didn’t listen when I told you.”

“Put on the dress’s zipper; that will hold it,” Sindhu said.

Sindhu went behind Geetha, fastened her bra hook tightly, pulled up the dress’s zipper, and clipped it. The dress hugged Geetha’s body, sculpting her curves like a sexy statue.

Geetha looked at herself in the mirror. The clinging frock made her chest protrude, her hips look wide, and her butt look high, enhancing her beauty even more.

“Akka, I’m not used to these Western clothes. Look, everything is visible as it is.”

Deepa laughed playfully.

“Why do we wear clothes, then? To look beautiful, right? Look at how you look. And look at your boobs. You need to be careful in the pub; someone might squeeze them in the dark,” Sindhu said.

As soon as she said that, Geetha’s cheeks turned red like tomatoes.

“Oh no, akka, I don’t want this…” she said, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s fine. Aren’t we wearing them, too?”

“That’s not it, Akka.”

Sindhu put a finger on Geetha’s mouth. “Don’t talk. I’ll get you ready nicely. Deepa, you should also change your earrings.”

“Okay, fine. Geetha, see? She’s still crazy about getting ready like a heroine.”

“Heroine? What nonsense. I’m a celestial Angel,” Sindhu announced proudly.

“Yeah, whatever. Tell your husband to keep a close eye on you, or else King of Heaven Indra might come and take you away,” Deepa pinched Sindhu.

“Haha… Indra probably doesn’t abduct ghosts.” Geetha laughed.

“Haha, true.”

“Hey, shut up…you two”

“Hey, we are getting ready as if we’re going to some party. What if some creep hits on us there?” Deepa asked.

“Oh no, I’m not coming,” Geetha said.

“Nothing like that will happen.”

“Akka, what if someone from my neighborhood sees me? It won’t look good. A guy named Sriram, who lives in the upper portion of our house, also goes to clubs.”

“Will he go to the same pub we are going to? There are so many in the city,” Sindhu assured.

“Hmm.”

“Then why would he see you? Now be quiet and wear these chain earrings.”

Geetha wore the earrings Sindhu gave her. She saw a black mask in the set of bangles in front of her and picked it up.

“What’s that for?” Sindhu asked.

“I’ll wear it if I see anyone I know.”

“Oh, you crazy girl, are you secretly going out with a lover?”

“Oh no, I’m just shy, Akka.”

“Alright, it’s your wish.”


The three women emerged from the room, their movements fluid as they straightened their clothes. In the living room, Shiva sat engrossed in his laptop, a soft glow illuminating his face as he worked.

"So, shall we go?" Geetha asked, her voice a gentle prod. "If we're late, we'll only get later."

Sindhu, however, had another idea. "Let's ask who looks the best out of the three of us." She grabbed her friends' hands, pulling them toward Shiva.

"No, Akka, I'm shy," Geetha protested, trying to pull away.

"Come on, it's nothing," Sindhu insisted.

‘Now he'll stare at me intently. Ugh.’

They all whispered conspiratorially before standing in front of Shiva, who was still absorbed in his work. Geetha tried to make a quick escape, but Deepa’s hand shot out and clamped down on her wrist.

"Oh no, let go," Geetha pleaded.

"You're trying to escape, but I'm here too. Stay." Deepa’s grip was firm.

"Shiva..." Sindhu's voice was a soft call, and at the sound, Geetha instinctively moved to hide behind Deepa.

Shiva's gaze finally lifted from the screen. "What is it?" he asked, his eyes moving between the two women he could see.

"Who looks the best out of the three of us today?" Sindhu asked, a playful challenge in her voice.

Seeing Geetha's attempt to hide, a laugh escaped Shiva’s lips. "I only see two people here."

Sindhu glanced to the side and spotted Geetha, a sheepish smile on her face. She yanked her friend out from behind Deepa.

"Haha... Oh, Geetha is so shy," Shiva chuckled.

Geetha couldn't help but feel a little flustered, her smile a mask for the turmoil inside.

"Tell us," Sindhu demanded.

Shiva's eyes swept over all three of them.

"Is this necessary?" Deepa interjected. "Your husband will say you look good anyway."

"Geetha,” Shiva declared.

The single word hung in the air, and all three women were stunned into silence.

A pout formed on Sindhu's lips, and she glared at her husband, who simply laughed sarcastically.

"That's it," Deepa complained. "Have you ever said my name even once?"

"All three of you look good, okay?" Shiva relented, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Now go. If you're not home by ten, I'll break both of your legs."

"Ha, we'll be back. Are we going to roam around the city all night or what?" Sindhu said, a mischievous giggle bubbling up.

"Hey, you kitty, look here."

"Ha, what is it?”

"Nothing. Be careful."

"Okay."

"Come here and give me one before you go."

Sindhu looked at Geetha with a grin. "Hey, he said you look good, so give him one kiss and go."

Geetha looked at Deepa, her expression a mix of confusion and embarrassment. Deepa just laughed. "Go, he praised you, so go and give him a kiss."

Geetha took a sudden step back, shaking her head. 

Deepa just laughed, then walked over, grabbed Shiva’s chin, and planted a kiss on his left cheek.

"That's not enough," Shiva said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at Geetha.

"Sindhu, your husband is looking at Geetha," Deepa teased.

"Let him look," Sindhu retorted, causing Geetha to hold back a laugh.

"Geetha, don't you dare go near Shiva now. She'll be fuming," Deepa warned, a playful grin on her face.

Sindhu shook her head at Geetha, a mix of affection and faux irritation on her face. Geetha simply smiled and shook her head back.

"Okay, it's getting late. You two go, I'll be right there," Sindhu announced.

"What else?" Geetha asked.

Deepa took her hand and led her outside. 

A few moments later, a shout from inside the house made the two women laugh. "Hey... ah..."

Geetha opened her car door, and they both got in. 

Sindhu soon joined them, carrying the bag of clothes Geetha had left behind.

"Why are you taking your car? Let's go in mine," Sindhu said.

"What does it matter? Get in," Geetha replied.

"Hmm..." Sindhu handed Geetha the bag and settled into the back seat. The car pulled away. Sindhu pulled a lipstick from her bag and began to apply it, looking at her reflection in the rearview mirror.

"How much will you put on, Akka?" Geetha asked, a hint of a smile in her voice.

"Can't you tell by looking?" Deepa said, winking. "The master must have eaten it all."

Sindhu blushed. "Hmm... that scoundrel."

"What's with these men, Akka?" Geetha sighed, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Even if we say no, they'll bite our lips."

"Oh, how much does Goutham brother bite, anyway?" Deepa asked with a smirk.

‘He's not your brother. It's different. Ugh, why did I say that now? Just have shut up and sit.’

"Heh... just sometimes." Geetha regained.

"I understand. You're getting so shy," Deepa said. "Look at how red her face has gotten."

"Ha... that's how it was a lot when you came back from Dubai," Sindhu chimed in, laughing.

"Hey, I just started a conversation, but you're saying everything," Geetha protested.

"Hmm... right, Geetha. At least you got a husband you can sleep next to every day," Deepa said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Our fate is like this."

"Hey, what happened to you? If you get married, he'll be next to you," Geetha said.

"No, your brother serves the country more."

Geetha chuckled. "Haha... I'll tell brother to serve you."

"What kind of service?" Sindhu teased, her eyes twinkling.

"Oh! The same kind you get every day," Deepa said, looking at Geetha. "You know, Geetha? This morning when I came home, she was sleeping peacefully, and her husband was making dosas for her."

"Lucky. We don't have that. What can we do?" Geetha replied with a mock sigh.

"Your eyes must be burning. Why are you two so jealous of me?" Sindhu teased.

"Haha... it's not jealousy, madam. It's just our sadness," Deepa said.

"Hmm..." Geetha hummed in agreement.

"Geetha, when are you going to Dubai again?" Sindhu asked.

"Ha... he's in Canada now. I'll go there for four days."

"Hmm... that's good. But couldn't Goutham bava have done something here?" Sindhu asked.

"I don't know, Akka. Goutham garu went for a good job. I don't know all those things. I couldn't say no to his wishes."

"Hmm... that's right."

"Did you see how much respect she gives to Gautam Anna?" Deepa said, turning to Sindhu. "She calls him 'garu.' And you... Shiva, scoundrel, waste fellow, how many insults do you throw at your husband, you arrogant woman."

Sindhu just shrugged. "He's my husband, it's my choice. What's it to you? You can insult your Sai." She turned to Geetha. "She says 'Baava.' As soon as he hears 'Baava,' he melts like an ice cube."

"Sai Anna is a good person, Akka," Geetha said.

"So, what? Is my Shiva not a good person?"

"I didn't say that, Madam," Geetha replied, a smile playing on her lips.

"Shiva is a good person. He became a scoundrel only after he married you," Deepa said with a playful jab.

Geetha bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Shhh... why would you say that? Shiva garu is a great scientist, so famous. My student, Bharath, talks a lot about Shiva garu."

"Oh, a great scientist. That's why he got stuck with this ghost."

"Anyway, is Sindhu Akka any less?" Geetha said, joining the teasing. "She didn't chase after that many people, but she used a famous personality as bait and married him."

"Hey, I didn't use him as bait. He chased after me like a dog," Sindhu shot back, laughing.

"Ha, just say you made him chase you," Geetha said.

"Ha, that's correct," Deepa agreed.

"Enough, stop it. Don't cast an evil eye on my husband,” Sindhu pouted.

"Ha, okay, but we've reached J.B. You said there was a pub. Where is it?" Geetha asked, changing the subject.

"Ha, it's called ****. Look," Sindhu said, pointing.

"Hmm..."

Before going to pub they stopped at a restaurant. Had some lite snacks.



.
.
.
.
.


To be continued…………

[WriterPK]

Sorry bro... you are wasting your potential.. all the best..

[TJK22]

Thank you so much again for the updates again. It's like watching a top class movie. The small lesbian part was interesting. 
Just an observation:The shiva character is not getting emotionally connected though. His Forceful actions are bit off putting. Pace and style of bharats part is really captivating. 
Request:if it's possible, please add more pictures. A few images here and there.It will make the story 10 times better.
Anyway,it's just my personal opinion and request. You are a skilled writer and write it as per your plan. will wait for your erotic story updates.

Wish you all the best bro.

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Nice update. Waiting for that super update and also for canada trip!

[Haran000]

Sorry bro... you are wasting your potential.. all the best..

I know bro. 

[Haran000]

Thank you so much again for the updates again. It's like watching a top class movie. The small lesbian part was interesting. 
Just an observation:The shiva character is not getting emotionally connected though. His Forceful actions are bit off putting. Pace and style of bharats part is really captivating. 
Request:if it's possible, please add more pictures. A few images here and there.It will make the story 10 times better.
Anyway,it's just my personal opinion and request. You are a skilled writer and write it as per your plan. will wait  for your erotic story updates.

Wish you all the best bro.

Thanx so much 

[Haran000]

Nice update. Waiting for that super update and also for canada trip!

Thank you bro

[Haran000]

The air in the car was thick with happy chatter as Geeta, Sindhu, and Deepa settled in, the restaurant a memory behind them. Geeta’s hands were on the wheel, but her heart was in the back with her two friends. Sindhu’s hair was a dark wave against the seat, and Deepa carefully tucked a handkerchief into her handbag.


"It’s been so long since we went out like this," Deepa said, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yeah," Geeta agreed, her voice soft.

Sindhu leaned forward, her eyes bright. "But in three days, we’ll be together at your house. We'll be the ones to get you ready as the bride."

Deepa's hands flew to her face, a blush staining her cheeks.

"Look, Geeta!" Sindhu laughed, pointing. "She's hiding her face!"

Geeta glanced at her in the rearview mirror, a small smile on her lips. "It's okay, Akka. It felt so exciting at first, but on the wedding day, sitting on the mandap, all that shyness and nervousness just took over."

"Yes, it's true," Sindhu added, a distant look in her eyes. "Even though I knew Shiva so well, sitting in front of him as a bride felt... different. Something else entirely."

"Let's stay together this whole week," Deepa pleaded.

"Absolutely," Sindhu replied without a second thought.

Geeta drove on, a thoughtful expression on her face. She looked at Sindhu through the mirror, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Akka, we should do a small treat like this with our husbands, too. What do you say?"

"Not just them, Geeta," Sindhu said, a bigger idea forming in her mind. "Now Deepa's getting married, too. All three of us, our hubbies, and our kids. We should all get together and have a big party!"

Excitement lit up Deepa's and Geeta's faces.

"Yes, Akka, wouldn't that be great?" Geeta beamed.

"Not just a small thing like this," Deepa added. "I told you before, let's plan a good trip. Seriously, Sindhu, I really want to enjoy time with you two."

"We'll do it, Deepa," Geeta promised.

A sudden sadness fell over Sindhu. Deepa, noticing the change, pulled her close.

"What happened, Akka?" Geeta asked, her tone filled with concern.

"Geeta, Sindhu was pregnant and had a miscarriage," Deepa whispered.

Geeta's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really? Akka, you didn't tell me?"

"She didn't tell me either," Deepa said, her voice gentle.

"Hey, silly Akka, if we don't tell each other, who will we tell?" Geeta scolded lightly.

"I... I thought I'd surprise you for your wedding," Sindhu explained, her voice thick with emotion.

"Don't be sad," Geeta said.

Instantly, Sindhu wiped away her tears and forced a smile. "Okay, okay, let's forget it all. It's Deepa's wedding. Tomorrow, let's go crazy shopping. Let's empty Sai's purse."

Geeta laughed, the mood instantly lifting. "Oh, that's a definite, Akka. We won't spare him at all."

"Hey, your husbands earn more than my guy, what are you short of?" Deepa said jokingly.

"So what?" Geeta shot back. "Anna said yesterday. I'll show him what that means."

"Oh yeah, you do that," Sindhu encouraged. "I'll use your name to get some stuff, too."

Just then, Deepa's phone rang. It was Sainath.

"Hello, Deepu," his voice came through the speaker.

Sindhu, with a sarcastic tone, chirped, "Hi, Bava, what's up?"

"Hey ghost, where are you taking my future wife?" Sai demanded playfully.

"Ha..to dump in river. wanna come into the... river?" Sindhu teased.

"Hey... tell me properly," he insisted.

"Well, Bava, we're going to the pub," Deepa lied, winking at her friends.

"Thief..." Sai muttered.

"Haha... it's just a small treat for us three friends, Bava, one last time," Deepa explained.

"Who's the third ghost?" he asked.

Geeta turned her neck back, shaking her head side to side, silently mouthing 'don't tell, don't tell.'

"Your beloved sister," Sindhu announced.

"Ugh, you guys will spoil her too," Sai groaned.

"Oh, you don't know anything, shut up," Sindhu retorted.

"Give the phone to Geeta," Sai requested.

Geeta gestured no, but Sindhu answered, "She won't talk."

"Did you eat, Bava?" Deepa asked.

"Yeah, I ate."

Sindhu chimed in, "What's up? Are you alone? Aren't you feeling cold? Shall I come?”

"Yeah, I am, come here," he said with a hint of longing.

"Ohh... you have your sister-in-law, why do you need me?" Sindhu said, teasing him again.

"Then what with you? Go away," he retorted.

"Okay, fine. I was just joking out of friendship," Sindhu said, feigning hurt.

"Hmm... Paru?" Sai's voice was serious now.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Your selection will be good. Can you select a nice saree for Deepa while shopping?"

"Why do you have to tell me? I'll take care of it," Sindhu assured him.

"Brother?" Geeta's voice was barely a whisper.

"What's up, chitti?"

"We're planning to empty your pockets here."

"Go ahead, chitti. What's more important than you guys?"

At once, Deepa and Sindhu burst out with a synchronized, "Ohhh...!"

"Brother-sister bond," Deepa cooed.

"A connection for many lifetimes..." Sindhu added dramatically.

"Stop it, you two," Sai said, laughing. "Deepa, be careful, bye. Call me before you sleep."

"Yeah, okay, Bava," Deepa replied, hanging up.

Geeta's eyes fell on a building to the right. "Akka, is this it?" she asked, seeing the pub's name.

"Yeah, it is," Sindhu confirmed.

After parking, the three of them made their way inside. The entrance sparkled with stripe lighting, and they all looked dazzling in the glow. For Geeta, it was her first time, and she stepped forward with a hesitant, uneasy feeling.

As they got inside, the DJ's music grew louder, its bass thumping through the floor. Geeta walked behind her friends, biting her nails. The dance floor was a sea of young men and women, lost in their own worlds, their bodies moving with wild energy. The sound of the music was giving everyone a good vibe. Sindhu was already swaying to the beat, and seeing her, Geeta felt a little overwhelmed.

"Akka, I don't know how to do any of this," Geeta confessed.

"It's just for one day, come on, I'm with you," Sindhu encouraged, pulling her forward.

"That's why I'm scared," Geeta admitted. "Because you're here, you'll get me into something."

"Nothing will happen, just come," Sindhu laughed, her confidence a stark contrast to Geeta's nervousness.

There was another stage upstairs, and they headed for the stairs. A bouncer checked their access cards. Sindhu showed him hers, and he waved them through. As they climbed the stairs, the music was too loud on one side, and Geeta, unused to the sensory overload, felt flustered. She was silent, clinging to the stair walls with both hands, looking at the crowd below.

"Where did you get this card?" Deepa asked Sindhu.

"Haha… P.Shivaharan is my husband?" Sindhu said with a playful tone.

"Oh, my future husband is IAS Sainath," Deepa boasted. "If he makes one call, the whole club will shake."

Sindhu laughed and looked back at Geeta. "Geeta, you also tell something about your... Gautham."

"What, Akka?" Geeta shouted over the music. "I can't hear you."

"Uff, never mind, come on," Sindhu said, giving up.

They reached the top and sat at the bar, which offered a full view of the scene downstairs. 

Geeta nervously twiddled her fingers on the bar counter. Sindhu reached over, put a finger on Geeta's face mask, and pulled it down.

"Take that off," Sindhu commanded.

"No," Geeta insisted.

"You have to drink now," Sindhu said simply.

Geeta's annoyance flared. "Hey, if you talk like that, I'm leaving right now."

"Why are you bothering her?" Deepa said, coming to Geeta's defense.

"What did I bring her here for if not to drink?" Sindhu asked, her tone still light.

"Akka, please don't force me. I only came because you asked me to..." Geeta said, pouting and turning her face away.

Sindhu took her hand. "You came for me, right? Just for me, one time."

"I'm not used to it, and why did you even get used to it?" Geeta countered.

"This one here told me to try it on her birthday when we were in foreign," Sindhu said, pointing at Deepa.

"Hey, don't lie, girls will be born if you lie," Deepa shot back. "You said you wanted to try it."

"I knew you'd say that," Geeta said, exasperated. "Akka, you two do whatever you want, don't involve me."

"That's not happening, you have to be involved," Sindhu insisted.

Just then, the bartender arrived. "Ma'am, what would you like? Drinks?"

Sindhu looked at Deepa.

"I'll have a Vodka Gimlet," Deepa said.

"Geeta, what about you?" Sindhu asked again, ignoring Geeta's protests.

"Akka, what did I just say? Why are you asking again?" Geeta's voice was firm.

"Please, it's not for me..." Sindhu said, clasping her hands together in a pleading gesture.

Geeta, not knowing what else to say, finally nodded her head in agreement.

"Okay, you like chocolate flavor, right?" Sindhu asked.

"Hmm..." Geeta replied.

"Okay, for her, a Chocolate Martini with two mini vodka shots on the side," Sindhu told the bartender. 

"And for you, ma'am?"

"Ah!... I'll have three Blowjob shots," Sindhu announced. "I'll let you know if I want anything else later."

The bartender left. Deepa was laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Geeta asked.

"What's a Blowjob?" Deepa asked Sindhu, still giggling.

"Oh, that?" Sindhu said. "The last time Shiva and I came, one guy told me it's one of the special drinks here."

"Oh, really... but 'blowjob' sounds funny," Deepa said.

"What's a blowjob?" Geeta asked, her face a mask of genuine curiosity.

Both of them stared at Geeta in shock.

"What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?" Geeta asked.

"You don't know what a blowjob is?" Sindhu's voice was filled with disbelief.

"No."

"Haven't you ever seen it? We saw it back then, remember?" Sindhu asked.

"What did we see?" Geeta was utterly confused.

"Hey, why are you asking like that?" Deepa chimed in. "Do you do it or not?"

"How would I know if I don't know the word?" Geeta replied.

Sindhu leaned over and whispered into Geeta's ear, "It's when you take your husband's dick in your mouth and suck on it."

"Ush," Geeta said, shocked.

"Did you do it?" Deepa asked, her eyes wide with mischief.

Geeta blushed, looking down at the bar. "Once," she admitted quietly.

Geetha was about to say something else when she froze, her eyes fixed on the stairs. 

Shriram was climbing upstairs, talking to someone. Geetha’s eyes widened, and she quickly pulled her mask up to hide her face.

"What happened?" Deepa asked.

"Oh no, didn't I tell you that my upstairs neighbor would come?" Geeta said, seeing Sriram. "Look, there he is."

Sindhu turned her head to look and that's when she saw Shiva’s younger brother, Dhanush, near the stairs. Her mouth fell open in shock. "Oh no, Dhanush came..." she said, bowing her head toward Geeta.

"What's wrong with you?" Geeta asked, confused.

"He's my brother-in-law," Sindhu hissed. "If he sees me, he'll tell my mom and dad."

While Geeta and Sindhu were in a panic, covering their faces, Deepa, who was busy texting Sai on her phone, looked up, saw Dhanush, and waved, calling out, "Hey, Dhanu!"

"This sneaky bitch, she's got us into trouble," Sindhu grumbled, pinching Geeta's shoulder.

Thinking she had her mask on, Geeta looked up and saw Sriram. He was talking to Dhanush, who looked over and waved his hand.

"Hey, Deepa darling," Dhanush said, coming closer, a playful glint in his eyes. He came smiling and stood right behind Sindhu, shaking hands with Deepa. "Hey sister-in-law, get up and look over here," he said, patting Sindhu's shoulder.

Sindhu looked back and stuck out her tongue with a little annoyance. Dhanush stuck his tongue out right back.

"You're an IPS officer and you're skipping duty to drink at a bar?" Sindhu shot at him. "Did you come alone, or did you bring that girl with you? Wait, I'll tell my mother-in-law."

"Oh, wow... what great acting, Kajal Aggarwal-level acting," Dhanush said, feigning admiration. "I'll tell my mother-in-law too. I'll tell her that her daughter is drinking."

"No, please, I'll even pay your bill if you want," Sindhu pleaded.

"Hmm... deal, okay, sister-in-law," Dhanush said, a smirk on his face.

As they bantered, Geeta nervously fidgeted, glancing suspiciously at Sriram, who was laughing to himself.

"Okay, sit down," Dhanush said, and both he and Sriram sat on a vacant couch next to them. "This is my sister-in-law. Sister-in-law, this is Sriram, my junior."

"Hi Sriram, I'm Sindhu," Sindhu said politely.

"Hi, ma'am," Sriram replied.

"Hi..." Deepa said, and Sriram nodded in greeting.

"Sri... she's my Sai brother's fiancée, Deepa, the one I showed you," Dhanush explained.

"Oh... hi," Sriram said, his eyes lingering on Deepa.

"Hmm..." Dhanush hummed.

"What do you do, Sriram?" Sindhu asked. "You look younger than our Dhanush."

"I've finished my graduation," Sriram said. "Yeah, he's my senior."

Sindhu nudged Geeta's hand and said, "Like us." Geeta just nodded silently.

Just then, their ordered drinks arrived. Sriram looked at the drinks, raised his eyebrows, and stared directly into Geeta's eyes. Geeta quickly turned her face away.

"Brother, I'll get ours too," Sriram said to Dhanush, getting up and leaving.

Geeta let out a small sigh of relief.

"Did you take leave?" Sindhu asked Dhanush.

"Yes, sister-in-law."

"Then why didn't you come home?"

"I thought I'd come tomorrow, Sunday."

"Oh..."

Sindhu put two glasses aside and moved Geeta's glass towards her. Geeta looked down at it, her mind racing.

"Now that you're here, why don't you come with us?" Deepa said to Dhanush. "She'll be with her husband anyway. You stay with me."

Dhanush and Geeta stiffened. Sindhu looked at Deepa with a mischievous, crooked smile.

"Oh, it's not like that," Deepa quickly corrected herself. "I just said it casually."

Just then, Sriram returned with their glasses, arranged them on the table, and sat down.

"Haha... sister-in-law," Dhanush said, laughing. "You still haven't forgotten what happened in Europe."

"What happened?" Geeta asked, her curiosity piqued.

Sriram looked at Geeta. Their eyes met, and they both looked back at Dhanush, who began his story. "One day, when I went to their room to meet my sister-in-law, Deepa came out of the bathroom with only a towel on. When she saw me in the room, she was startled, and her towel slipped."

"Oh, stop it, you!" Deepa said, blushing. "You're telling it like a thriller story."

"Did you see that?" Geeta asked Dhanush, laughing.

"Hahaha..." Dhanush roared.

Deepa pinched Geeta's shoulder. "Hey..."

"You're very lucky, Dhanush, hahaha," Geeta teased.

"Sister-in-law, I'm not coming home," Dhanush said to Sindhu. "She'll kill me."

"Why go home?" Deepa threatened. "I'll beat you up right here."

Sindhu, Sriram, and Geeta all laughed at Deepa's flustered state. Geeta touched her glass, looking at it anxiously, a silent battle raging inside her.

"Come on, guys, let's cheer," Sindhu said, raising her glass.

"Is there any special occasion, sister-in-law?" Sriram asked.

"Well, if you put it that way, not really, but..." Sindhu began. "Our Dhanush got a job."

"Hey, we're drinking to my treat, my wedding," Deepa interjected.

"Okay, let's say it's for both," Dhanush conceded.

"Okay, cheers..." Sindhu said, and everyone held their glasses up and clinked them. 

Dhanush, Sriram, and Sindhu took a sip. Deepa stopped and looked at Geeta.

How could she drink? It was already a big deal that she came here without telling Gautam. She used to sometimes make a fuss and tell him not to drink, so what would he say now? She came here out of respect for Sindhu's words. Sriram being right in front of her was causing her even more turmoil. She knew he recognized her. All these years, her inner composure was holding her back, but a new excitement was making her grip on that glass stronger.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at the vodka in the glass and, with a newfound confidence, brought it to her mouth. The rim of the glass touched the mask on her chin.

‘S... silly, silly, silly...’

Sriram burst out laughing. "How are you supposed to drink with a mask on?"

Geeta immediately put her hand down, placed the glass on the table, and pouted in annoyance.

"We saw you wearing a mask and our sister-in-law hiding her face when we were climbing the stairs," Dhanush said, laughing.

Geeta took off her mask, threw it on the table, and pursed her lips.

To provoke her, Sriram said playfully, "Geeta sister-in-law, is that you?"

Sindhu let out a small laugh.

"So, without telling Gautam anna?" Sriram continued.

"Stop it now," Geeta said, her voice firm.

"Do you really drink, sister-in-law?" Sriram asked.

"Why wouldn't she drink?" Sindhu said, defending her.

Geeta's gaze fell on the glass. She held it from the bottom and picked it up. 

‘No. It's okay. No. I didn't tell Gautam. 

What if he gets angry? 

Can i face, Bharath? 

Why did Bharath come into this now? 

It's okay, it's fine.’

Deepa turned her neck to look at Geeta, already she had closed her eyes, raised the glass, and was drinking.

Deepa's eyes opened in surprise. Sindhu laughed. Dhanush smiled slightly. Sriram's mouth was open in astonishment.




.
.
.
.

To be continued……..

[secpass]

Nice one bro eagerly waiting for the next updates , tried to read Telugu but it’s soo good to read ur English version it’s crystal clear with nice images fueling our imagination

[Rakul1985]

This looks like story building for future adventures with all 3.women....
Btw, are you translating exact telugu story into english?

[Haran000]

Nice one bro eagerly waiting for the next updates , tried to read Telugu but it’s soo good to read ur English version it’s crystal clear with nice images fueling our imagination

This looks like story building for future adventures with all 3.women....
Btw, are you translating exact telugu story into english?

Thanks both of you. 

To your information, I'm not exactly translating Telugu version. I'm improvising with needed additions of scenes and conversation. So reading in this thread is reading some extra content that's not currently present in telugu version. I'll add this extra into telugu once I get clarity to how to manage screenplay accordingly later. 

Telugu version is not so planned. English version is like an edited output.

[Haran000]

Sainath Marriage part is entirely not there in Telugu. Now I'm adding it in English. 

[Haran000]

A soft, whirring fan stirred the air, a gentle breeze rustling a few strands of hair on Gita’s damp forehead. She yawned, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Bharat, shirtless, smiling down at her.

"Good morning, Miss," he murmured, his voice a low, pleasant rumble.
Gita was startled, a slight tremor running through her. Noticing her tremble, he gently placed his palm on her cheek. "Miss, we're at my house."

She took a deep, steadying breath, the memories of the previous night at the pub slowly trickling back. "Oh… good morning."

He smiled, a playful glint in his eyes, and kissed the tip of her nose. She reciprocated, leaning in to kiss his chin. Her gaze fell to his bare chest, and a laugh escaped her lips.

"Put on a shirt," she said, trying to sound serious. "You shouldn't be next to me like this."

He moved closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. "Ah… how should I be, then? You told me to take it off last night, and now you’re telling me to put it on. Is everything up to you?"

"What? I told you to take it off?" she asked, her voice laced with surprise.

"No, you took it off yourself," he corrected, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Really?"

"So you don't remember?"

"I remember until we got to your house."

"You don't remember what happened last night, Miss? Oh my."

A wave of panic washed over Gita. 

‘What did I do? Did I do something I shouldn't have? Did I force myself on Bharat? Or did he take advantage of my weakness while I was intoxicated? No, Bharat wouldn't do that. But I could have done something while I was drunk.’

Then she noticed something that calmed her rising fears: Bharat was shirtless, but she was still in the same dress Sindhu had given her the day before. I don't need to worry, she thought, taking a breath of relief.

He hugged her tightly, holding her by the waist, and kissed her neck just below her ear.

"Mm… you dog."

"I didn't think you would come, Miss."

"I came for you."

"But what you did last night wasn't good, Miss."

Gita's heart fluttered. What did she do? 

"What did I do?" she asked, a knot forming in her stomach.

He rubbed his nose against her neck. "You came here drunk and kissed me. I didn't like the smell. It was bad."

‘Phew… that's it?’

"I kissed you?" she asked, the relief evident in her tone.

"Hmm… you threw me on the bed, climbed on top of me, and forcibly kissed me. I didn't like it, Miss."

She smiled slightly, her eyes twinkling. "Hey, really? Are you just teasing me?" she winked playfully.

"Miss, there's no teasing. It's the truth. I didn't like it. I really don't like you drunk."

She lifted his face and kissed his forehead. "Sorry, puppy. My friends were just being stubborn. I just agreed for their sake. I'm not used to it, honestly."

"Hmm… but…"

"But what?"

He giggled.

"Tell me."

"Nothing, Miss. You get shy when I ask for a kiss, but last night you just came and did it yourself."

Looking into his eyes, Geetha said, "You're the one who said you wanted kisses."

"I did."

"You called me yesterday afternoon and asked me to come over. I felt like coming, so I did. You're happy, right?"

"Very, Miss. I didn't think you'd come. It's Sunday today, so I'll be completely free after I get back from the academy. Then it'll be just the two of us all day."

Just then, Geetha remembered her shopping plans with Sindhu. Her face fell. She wanted to be with Bharat.

"What's wrong, Miss?"

"I have to go shopping with my friend this afternoon."

Bharat lifted his head to kiss her forehead but stopped. Their eyes met. She took his head in her hands and brought his lips to hers.

He affectionately kissed her forehead. "Miss, will you come back here tonight?"

She giggled. "So, will you give me fourteen kisses when I come back tonight?"

He moved down slightly, stopping his lips just before hers. Their warm breaths mingled as they looked into each other's eyes. Bharat took the opportunity, putting his right hand on her back, and as Gita melted, she placed her leg on his. They stared at each other's lips.

"Puppy, you don't drink, do you?"

"Never, Miss."

"Didn't you like my kiss yesterday?"

"I didn't like it. I didn't like you forcing me. I want you to be shy, and I want to convince you. That's how I like it, Miss."

"Oh, so the puppy won't listen to what I say?"

"I'll listen, but not like that. I'll listen when we're like this, now."

Feeling his warmth, she gently caressed his shoulders with her left hand, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him close. He put his lips on hers.

Geeta, in a daze, said, "One..." and tried to move her lips away, but he turned his face.

Confused, she looked at him, grabbed his chin, and looked straight into his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Brush your teeth first."

She laughed. "It's not a big deal now."

He immediately turned his back and lay down. She pulled his shoulders, but he stubbornly didn't turn.

From behind, her breasts pressed against his cool back like warm buns. Her breasts tingled from the heat of his body.

She lifted her head, kissed his cheek. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Promise me you won't drink again.”

She smiled a little and playfully bit his right ear. He remained still, eyes closed, sulking.

She bit him again. He still didn't move. Confused, she pulled his hair, turned his face towards her, and looked at him with a little annoyance. "Oye… doesn't that hurt?"

"You can do whatever you want. But I didn't like it."

"I'm saying sorry…" she leaned forward to kiss his lips, but he stopped her with his hand.

"I don't have a brush here."

"Then give it to me when you come back tonight."

She looked at Bharat and his visible body. His strong, not-too-hairy chest, his navel with visible pecks, his muscular arms, and the gentle hands that were now covering her cheeks to stop her. 

Bharat also looked at her neck, her milky white body, and the mangalsutra that was peeking out of her dress and resting on his chest. The small black earrings matching her black dress, the slightly faded pink lipstick from the night's kiss, and her eyes looking at him with a small hope.

They looked at each other in silence. Gita moved up a little, her boobs pressing tightly against the dress, and she bent down slightly, resting her heart exactly an inch away from Bharat's chin.

"Tell me what all we did last night."

"Sriram anna dropped you off here. You told him to leave your car and walk back."

"Ha, I remember that."

"After we came inside, I smelled vodka on you. You closed the door and kissed me."

"Ha…"

"You pushed into bedroom, I fell on bed."

"Ha… and then?"

"You grabbed my shirt and pulled it, and one button came off. I was about to unbutton the rest myself, but you couldn't stop and just pulled it all the way off."

"Really?"

"Hmm… You said, 'Puppy, you don’t understand how it feels to have sex while drunk?' You pushed me onto the bed, got on top of me, and kissed me."

"Oh… (she's surprised) What…?"

Bharat's cheeks turned red, and he turned his face away.

"What did you say?"

He closed his eyes and hid his face in the blanket. "Yes, you said that. I thought you might have mistaken me for Gautam sir."

‘Is that true? Damn, what exactly happened?

 Why can't I remember?’

Gita's hands were cold. She looked at Bharat in a panic. "And then…?" she asked slowly and falteringly.

"You passed out on top of me. That's it."

Geeta couldn't believe what Bharat was saying. She was lost in thought, wondering how she could have said that when Bharat's phone rang.

The interruption caused Gita to hide her face in his chest, feeling embarrassed. Bharat answered the phone.

"Yes, Daddy…"

"Oh, Mom, what is it?"

"I'll get the milk packet. Yes, I'll put it in the fridge. Okay."

"Yes, okay… I know, Mom. You don't have to keep telling me."

"Yes, I'm hanging up. Bye."

He hung up the phone, stroking her back. "Miss…?"

Feeling even more shy, Gita hugged him closer, her heart pressing against his, and hid her face under his chin.

Waking up not in her own house but in Bharat's, in his bed, in his warm arms, hugging him with such intimacy… it was something she had never imagined. The excitement, the desire, the feeling of getting something she never had from him made her blush.

She couldn't believe she passed out on him while she was drunk last night. 

‘Do I really have that much affection for Bharat?’

"Wake up, you need to brush your teeth. I'll go to the shop and get the milk packet. We'll have tea."

She gave a mischievous smile and kissed his chin with her soft lips.

Gita's willingness to give kisses made Bharat's heart flutter playfully. Her scent, her warmth, the sweetness of her beauty, and the kiss—everything was moving his heart. 

Feeling the heat of her body, he also wrapped his arms around her waist, wanting more.
"Isn't this great?"

Gita replied with a gentle, shy, "Mmm…"

Bharat had an errand to run. He had to do what his mom told him to. "Get up, I have to go to the shop."

"But you said you wanted to be with me. Stay like this for a little longer."

He puckered his lips and laughed. "But…"

Gita was not completely over her hangover. She felt sleepy. She closed her eyes and rested on Bharat's neck.

"I'll be back."

"Mm… I'm sleepy."

He gently moved to the left and laid her down on the bed. He whispered in her ear. "Then sleep. I'll wake you up in a bit."

He got up.

She grabbed his neck with her left hand, pulled him down to lie down, and pinched his throat. "Hey, you dog… you lie down, too…" and rested her head on his shoulder again.

"You have no shame," he said humorously.

She hit him on the cheek. "Stupid… what do you mean by that?"

"Oops, sorry, Miss…" he laughed.

She hit him again, harder. "If you say that again, I'll hit you."

"Oh, fine, Miss. Okay, Miss? Let go, Miss. First, get up and call Gautam sir. He called last night, and I told him you were sleeping."

As soon as she heard Gautam's name, she sat up abruptly.

"Haha… what happened, Miss? Why did you get up so suddenly?"

She bit her nail. "Give me my phone."

He took her phone from the shelf next to the bed and gave it to her.

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him you were sleeping."

"Did you tell him you were at my house?"

"No, I told him you were at my house."

"Oh my God, Bharat, why did you say that?"

He laughed. "What's wrong, Miss? Why are you so worried? Gautam sir didn't say anything. He just said to call him when you wake up, that's it."

He got up, rested his head on her shoulder, put her earring in his mouth, and sucked on it. "I didn't tell him I was kissing you like this, Miss."

She playfully hit his cheek and pushed him away. "Don't overdo it. This isn't a joke."

He lightly bit her earring. "It's not a joke, no. It's about you letting me kiss you in the morning…" he slurped the sweat on her neck.

Gita shivered. "Mmm…" she moaned blissfully.

"Miss, check the time…" he wrapped his hands around her shoulders and started kissing her neck.

Gita looked at her phone in a daze of pleasure. It's 7:04. "It's 7:04."

He pressed his lips against the soft nape of her neck and gently bit it.

"Iss… that's enough… save the kisses for tonight."

"Miss, I wish I could spend an entire day with you like this. I thought we could today, but you're saying you have to go shopping. Can't we stay, Miss?"

She put her hand behind his head, stroking it. "It's not possible, ra. Please understand."

He lifted his head and kissed her nose. "Miss, tell me, will you spend a whole day with me like this?"

She held him and kissed his nose. "If I can, I will. I'll give you as many kisses as you want. And you can kiss me wherever you want."

"Ah… wherever I want?"

"It's your wish."

He looked into her eyes with affection, moving his hand down her shoulder past her waist, to her thighs, and then he put his index finger between her thighs, pressing on the spot where her dress forms a V-shape.

Geeta shivered slightly. She closed her eyes and rested her face on his neck.

He whispered in her ear. "Even here?"

‘No, what is he saying? There? Not there. 

The waist, no. The thighs, no. Ugh… don't mind.’

Gita was silent and kissed his shoulder muscle.

"Miss, fourteen kisses. Promise me you'll come back tonight."

"Of course I'll come, puppy. Now, that's enough. I need to call Gautam."

He silently got up and went to the bathroom.

Gita took her phone and called Gautam. He didn't pick up. A message came: "I can't call, do voice messages."

Gita: "Are you busy?"

Gautam: "A little."

Gita: "You called last night, and I was sleeping."

Gautam: "That's not the point. I'll punish you when I get back."

Gita: "Punishment for what?"

Gautam: "I heard you drank vodka?"

Gita: "Did Bharat tell you?"

Gautam: "Yes… Who is that friend who made you drink?"

Gita: "Sindhu Akka."

Gautam: "Oh, I see… you drank for Sindhu, but you didn't remember that your husband would scold you?"

Gita: "Why would my husband scold me? Is it wrong if I drink, but not if he does?"

Gautam: "Aha… I'll tell you. I'll show you when I get home. Late nights, pubs, vodka, and sleeping at a student's house. The little girl is getting out of control."

Gita: "What do you mean, out of control? What will you do? It's my choice."

Gautam: "Yes, it's your choice, but…"

Gita: (Laughing emoji)

Gautam: (Angry emoji)

Gita: "Why are you angry?"

Gautam: "What did you do with the boy?"

Gita: "Hey, what did I do? I just slept here instead of going home."

Gautam: "Tell me the truth."

Gita: "I mean, I gave him a kiss."

Gautam: "That's it… you deserve a good beating when I get back."

Gita: "Ah.. Goutham, I'm waiting for your beating right here… beat me without clothes. I’ll serve you myself as slave my darling." (winking emoji)

Gautam: "Crazy girl. You're getting very naughty."

Gita: "I'm not allowed to be?"

Gautam: "You are, you are."

Gita: (5 kiss emojis)

Gautam: "Stop it. I'm in the office."

Gita: "What do they know how much I love my husband?"

Gautam: (6 kiss emojis)

Gita: "Wow… did the office disappear now?"

Gautam: (Laughing emoji)

Gita: "I'm thinking of staying with Bharat tonight too. His mom and dad aren't home."

Gautam: "Okay…"

Gita: "I thought you would say no."

Gautam: "Why would I? You said it's your choice."

Gita: "Oh… okay."

Gautam: "Hmm… bye… (kiss emoji)"

Gita: "Okay, mwah… (kiss emoji)"

Bharat came back after brushing his teeth, wiping his face with a towel.

"Where is the bathroom?"

"It's in the back, Miss. Go ahead. I'll go to the shop and come back. You can brush your teeth in the meantime."

Gita got up, adjusting her dress. "I didn't bring my brush. Do you have a new one?"

He put the towel on the hanger, came closer, and winked. "You can use my brush; it's fine."

Gita was surprised by his words. "Eww…! How can I use your brush? No." She gave him a strange look.

"What, my mouth doesn't taste good?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

Her cheeks glowed like hibiscus flowers, and she couldn't hide her delight. She playfully hit Bharat's face and pushed him away.

"Fine, as you wish. Just brush with your finger. I'm leaving. No one else will come."

"Hey, there's a bag of clothes in the car. Can you give it to me before you go?"

"Oh, okay, Miss."

[Haran000]

Bharat had just closed the front door and was on his way to the shop after retrieving Geetha's clothes cover. 

Inside, Geetha had already closed the door to Bharat's room, changed out of her clothes, and slipped into the saree she had worn the day before. Unfamiliar with the layout of the house, she cautiously opened the back door, glanced around, and stepped outside.

Behind the house, a low compound wall stood. Half of it was covered by blue corrugated sheets, shielding the area from the rain. Tucked away on the left, beneath the sheets, was the bathroom. The sheets provided a curtain of privacy, obscuring the view of the other houses nearby. Assuming the roof was made of cement, she cautiously entered. The space was surprisingly clean, and the toilet was of the Indian style. Taking a moment to gather herself, she closed the door behind her.

Just then, Bharat arrived, a packet of milk in his hand. He unlocked the main door and came inside. 

Thinking Geetha might be in the back bathroom, he headed for the kitchen. He poured the milk into a vessel and placed it on the stove. Before leaving, he walked to the switchboard next to the bathroom and flipped a switch.

"Bharat, is that you?" Geetha's voice called from inside.

"Yes, Miss," he replied. "I switched on the geyser."

"I'm not taking a bath."

"No, Miss, I'm going to take a bath and leave."

"Okay, okay..."

After Bharat returned to the kitchen, Geetha emerged, adjusting the dbang of her saree. Her gaze fell on a plastic basket on the wall, holding toothbrushes and toothpaste. She took the toothpaste and was about to apply it to a brush when she stopped, examining them.

"Hey, what color is your brush?" she asked, her voice a little louder.

"Green, Miss..." Bharat called back, his attention on the pot, making sure the milk wasn't about to boil over.

A small smile played on Geetha's lips. She put toothpaste on the green brush and, with a shy expression, looked at her reflection in the small mirror before putting the brush in her mouth.

The milk began to boil over, and Bharat quickly turned down the heat. A "Tin Tik" sound from the front room announced a notification on his phone. He turned off the stove and went to check. It was a message from Rohit on Instagram: "Come a little early today." He quickly typed "Okay" and sent the reply.

He put the phone down, went back to the kitchen, and grabbed a towel from his room. As he walked toward the bathroom, he saw Geetha splashing water on her face.

"Miss, I'll take a bath. We can have tea after I'm done."

"Should I make it?"

"You don't know where everything is. Let's see after I come back. Just wait for a bit."

"Okay."

Bharat stepped into the bathroom.

Geetha wiped her face with the end of her saree and came back inside. She looked in the mirror, twisting her hair into a bun with a hairband. She noticed the floor felt dusty under her feet. She thought that since Susheela wasn't home, perhaps no one had cleaned the house. Finding a broom behind the TV room door, she picked it up.

Bharat finished his bath and came out, dripping and wrapped only in a towel. He stopped, confused, as he saw Geetha holding the broom with her saree tucked into her waist. As she bent down to sweep, he strode forward, grabbing her hand to stop her.

"Miss, what are you doing? Give this to me. Why did you take the broom?"

"I was going to sweep the house. Your mother isn't here, right?"

"So, I'm not here? Why are you doing work in our house? Give it to me."

Geetha turned away. "It's okay, I'm here. I don't know if you'll do it properly..." She tried to bend down again.

"No, Miss..." he insisted, trying to take the broom.

"It's nothing..." she said, moving away.

He reached for the broom, leaning on her from behind. She quickly stepped forward. "Hey, I'll do it, you go put on some clothes," she said, continuing to sweep. He grabbed her by both elbows, stopping her completely.

"Hey... it's okay," she said, trying to shake him off.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her like a belt. "No, Miss. This is my house."

"Aunty isn't here, so what should I do just sitting around? This work will be done."

He tightened his arms, and the pressure of his touch made her stop. "Let go."

With a small smile, Bharat replied, "You let go of the broom first."

She turned her neck to look at him. "You help me at my house, right? So what's wrong with me doing a small chore here?"

His eyes narrowed with affection as he rubbed his nose against her ear. "I don't like it. You're my guest. Just sit quietly; I'll do everything for you."

"Don't treat friends like guests," she replied in a husky voice.

He immediately held her shoulders, turned her to face him, took the broom from her hand, and tossed it aside. Bending his head, he looked her in the eyes. "If you want to help so much, do small tasks. Not big ones like this."

As their eyes met, the scent of soap from his bath mixed with her breath, intoxicating her. 

She stood there, taking a deep, slightly trembling breath.

His lips curved into a playful smile as he rubbed his nose against hers. His warm breath touched her upper lip, and she smiled mischievously.

"What kind of small tasks?" she asked.

His fingers moved down her shoulders and took both her wrists, bringing them up to his face. She wrapped her palms around his neck, pulling him closer. He lightly stroked her waist, his fingers softly pressing just at the edge of her saree. A small spark of desire ignited within her.

"One thing..."

"What's one thing?" she asked, trembling.

He tilted his face to the right and kissed her upper lip with his wet lips. Her lips parted in surrender. She wrapped her arms around his wet shoulders, hugging him close. He stroked the hair at the back of her head with his right hand as she gave her lips up to him. He wrapped his left arm around her back, pulling her even closer. Their chests were pressed together, and the drops of water from his body started to dampen her saree.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue playing with hers. She hesitated for a moment, then twined her fingers in his hair and hugged him tightly with her right hand.

He released her, their lips brushing, and a trickle of saliva dripped down his chin. Blushing, she buried her face in his neck.

Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Bharat said, "This is enough, Miss. You don't have to do anything."

"Hmm... you're doing this too..." she said affectionately, scratching his shoulder with her nail.

"Then you do something too..." he whispered, kissing her ear.

Taking a step back, she held his head and looked into his eyes. "You're going to be late."

"Miss, I had a very sweet treat this morning..." he said, rubbing his nose against hers.

"Do you want another sweet?"

"Will you give it?"

"You have to wait until I give it. You're already taking it beforehand."

"What can I do, Miss? I can't wait when the sweet is so tempting." His left hand moved slightly up her waist, and his thumb gently brushed against her boob under her blouse. The touch sent a shiver through her.

"Ss..." she bit her teeth.

"I especially love laddoos..." he said, their bodies' moisture mingling.

Though a part of her wanted to make Bharat's mouth even sweeter right then, and show him her favorite flavors, she didn't want to lose the fun of teasing him. She pushed him away.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Her boobs hit his chest and were pressed against him. "Give it to me, Miss."

"Uh-uh..."

"Okay, then at least give me some 'Pala Kova'?"

She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. Unable to bear the heat in his gaze, she lowered her face.

"Will you give it?" he whispered in her ear.

"What is 'Pala Kova'?" she asked, a shy smile on her lips.

In a dazed voice, he replied, "What, you don't know?"

"What do you mean, I don't know?" she said, feigning innocence, biting her lip.

With his right hand, he kneaded the fold of her milky waist. Geetha let out a sweet cry of "Aah..."


"Will you give it?" he asked, putting his hand in the dbang of her saree at her waist and stroking it.

"A little is enough, right?" she said, twirling her fingers around his neck, trying to suppress her tingling sensation.

"What, won't you give it all? I need to eat it bit by bit, right?"

She hid her face in his chest. "That's enough of your talk. You're making me uncomfortable," she said with trembling lips.

He gave a small kiss on the back of her neck. "Am I really making you uncomfortable?"

"Well... not really, but don't you think talking to me like this is a bit too much?"

"When I'm next to you, these are the only words that come out," he said, kissing her sweaty shoulder.

She curled her fingers, gently pinching his head and shoulder. He inhaled her fragrance, she inhaled his, and both their bodies began to heat up.

He pressed her even tighter. She lifted her heels, bringing their chests together. He bit her neck in the hollow of her collarbone, and a sweet electric current shot through her.
"Hey... stop."

"You stop," he said, biting the skin of her neck again.

Her knees trembling, she said, "Is..."

He pulled her braid back with his left hand. She tilted her neck back, biting her lip and looking into his eyes, provoking him. He bent down in a daze and kissed her throat. She took a deep, passionate breath and softly groaned, "Ha..."

He stroked her waist, his hand moving down. He placed his left hand under her left hip, pressed it, and wrapped her thigh around his waist. His hardening member pressed right below her navel.

"Puppy, stop..."

The days when her words could stop him were long gone. 

He held her under the hip, wrapped her thigh around his, and standing on one leg, rubbed his throbbing member against her waist.

Kissing her in the hollow of her throat and breathing heavily, he mumbled, "Miss... I don't feel like going to the academy today. I want to spend the whole day with you..." His tongue traced the sweat on her neck, and her entire body tingled.

"Aah..."

He bent her back even more, leaning on her. Trying to kiss her heart, he nudged the pallu on her chest aside with his nose. She suddenly pulled his head back. Though she wanted it, she knew it wasn't the right time. She wanted it, but she acted as if it was difficult, shaking her head from side to side.

"So, no?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Not now."

Just then, her foot slipped slightly, and she panicked. He tightened his grip on her waist. In their already breathless embrace, the pressure increased, and the layers of his wet towel and her clothes battled against her womanhood. He couldn't hold back, and his member throbbed once. The motion crumpled the layers of her saree, making her body tremble.
"Aah..."

"You'll fall, Miss."

"Hold me tight."

"I want the 'Pala Kova.' I'll go after I eat it."

"Take it."

"How can I? If I let go, you'll fall."

Smiling shyly, she lifted her other leg and wrapped it around Bharat. He lifted her up. "The puppy has a lot of strength."

"It's not strength, it's love..." he said, pushing back the strands of hair falling on her face.

"Liar...!"

"They say that no matter how heavy something you love is, it doesn't feel difficult to lift, right, Miss?"

"Hmm... yes."

He put his hands under her hips. "Hey... don't put your hands there."

"Then you'll fall..." he said, and started walking toward his room. As he walked, his hard-on rubbed against her thighs. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder.

He was about to set her down next to the bed. As her feet touched the floor, his towel also slipped off. It fell on his stiff, meaty spear. 

Geetha looked down and saw him standing completely naked, with only his rod covered by the towel. A mixture of surprise and shyness, she covered her face with her hands and turned away.

"Put your towel on."

Laughing, Bharat said, "What is it, Miss? Are you playing games with me today? You take it off, and then you tell me to put it on?"

"Hey, when did I take it off?"

"You pulled it with your feet when you were getting down, Miss."

"I didn't pull it; it just fell off on its own."

"No, you pulled it off yourself..." he said teasingly, and from behind, he wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his member press against her hips. Her body shivered, and her mouth opened with a soft "Ha..."

"Miss, turn around."

"First, put on a towel or get dressed," she said, shaking her shoulder.

"I like it like this."

"Tsk... you naughty fellow."

For a few moments, there was no sound from him. She turned her neck to see why. Just then, her body shivered, and with a moan of "Mmmm..." she bit her lower lip. 

The white fatty fold below her spine turned red after his lips released it. Before the air in the room could touch the spot, he covered it tightly with his lips again and bit it. 

Geetha clenched her fists, her knees shook, and her whole body trembled. She screamed, "Aaah..."

The next moment, he let go. She turned around abruptly. He was standing there, holding a towel with one hand to hide his shame. She hit him on the chest without opening her eyes.
"Why did you bite me like that, you stupid?"

"You told me to eat the sweet, Miss."

"Does that mean you bite it?"

Hiding his manhood with the towel in one hand, he held her left cheek with his right. As he stepped forward, she took a breath and looked down. His hard-on was peeking out from inside the towel, trying to look at her. 

He pressed it down with the towel, and with his lips, he touched her lower lip. She was overwhelmed and closed her eyes, dreamily returning the kiss.

He released her lip. "Miss, lie down on the bed."

‘No, what if he removes his hand and I see it!’

Her body was trembling with her inner feelings. She sat on the bed, her legs folded, feeling helpless. He also sat next to her, held her by the shoulders, and gently laid her head down on the pillow. As he took control of her like that and affectionately laid her down, she was delighted by the shyness that overwhelmed her.

Then, he held both of her cheeks in his hands. 

Her heart suddenly throbbed. He let go of the towel. 

That meant if she opened her eyes, that's what she would see. It wasn't that she hadn't seen it before, but a new excitement, hesitation, eagerness, and nervousness were rising within her. 

He breathed warm air on her forehead and kissed it. With both hands, she nervously massaged fingers under his shoulders.

"Miss, look at me."

She pursed her lips, full of desire. She shook her head, sighed no.

He puffed out his cheek with his tongue, looked at her, and kissed her forehead again. "Miss, don't look down; look at me."

Hearing that, her lips curled up with shyness. 

"Look, Miss."

She slowly lifted her eyelids and looked into his eyes. With a mischievous smile, he said, "Now, look there."

"Tsk, go away..." and she pinched his shoulder.

"Hahaha..."

Pulling his knees back, he went down and kissed her throat. In response, she moaned with passion, "Mmm." 

He went down a little more. She wrapped both her hands around his neck, trembling. As he moved his fingers down her cheeks and stroked her neck, he reached down below the marigold flowers and grabbed the cage of rose water. 

An inch below the edge of her blouse, at the beginning of her Pala Kova cloud, he gave a wet kiss. 

The warm kiss sent a chill through her. He gave another kiss there, moved his hands down a little more, and grabbed the pleats of her saree.

He lifted his head and looked at her face. Their gazes met with affection, and his naughtiness met her mischief. As he looked at her and pulled the pleats down, the Kishmish belly button that had been hidden in her pleats was revealed. 

She couldn't contain her excitement, and as she suppressed the heat in her thighs, she rubbed her feet against each other.

As he bent his head, she flinched and closed her eyes. 

The next moment, his burning lips bit into the Kishmish in that Pala Kova sweet waist, and a small storm gradually spread throughout her body. Biting her lips, she groaned with desire, "Mmmmm..."

Suddenly, his presence moved away from her. She opened her eyes to see him, naked, with his back to her. His backside was visible. Immediately, she turned away, shy. He put on his lowers, pants, and T-shirt and turned around. He laughed when he saw her with her face turned away.

Yes, every time Bharat didn't have to ask her; Geetha herself had to pull him into her embrace. She had to seduce him herself. She had to talk to him. She had to show off her beauty. She had to start the kisses. For all of this to happen, a small desire had to be ignited in her and left there. That's what had happened now.

Seeing him half-naked, her desire had grown. When he left her like that, she felt dissatisfied. Rubbing her thighs together, she hoped he would come back to her. She was shy, but she bit her nail, not looking back.

He looked at his face in the mirror, fixed his hair with his fingers, and stepped out of the room. "Miss, let's have some tea. After we drink it, you can drop me off and go home."

Hearing that, she turned around abruptly and looked at him in surprise. Right before her eyes, he went into the kitchen. She silently got up and also went and sat in a chair next to the TV.


As soon as Geetha saw Bharat in the kitchen, her feet moved on their own accord. She got up, grabbed his arm just as he was about to leave, and turned him to face her.

"You said 'kisses,' didn't you?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur.

"We'll meet tonight, right?" he replied, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Hmm... give me some now," she insisted, placing her hands on his shoulders and moving closer.

"You were the one who said it was getting late," he countered, turning his face away toward the stove. "Let it be."

"Hey, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" she pressed, her heart fluttering.

"What am I doing on purpose?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"You want something else, and I said no, so you're upset," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Look at me."

"No, Miss, it's not like that," he responded, but his eyes betrayed a hint of mischief.

She didn't know what to say. Unable to ask directly, she simply stood beside him, her desire for him growing with every passing moment. When he was near, she felt a certain warmth, a sense of fulfillment that she couldn't deny. 

Every mischievous thing he did fueled a sweet longing within her. More desires were sprouting, and the thought of what she had once considered a mistake was slowly changing into a question: "What's wrong with doing it again?"

The kitchen counter here was not as sturdy as the one at her house, so she didn't lean on it but rested her hand on it instead. She looked at him with desire-filled eyes as he made tea and poured it into two glasses.

"I'm used to drinking from a cup," she said, her voice barely audible.

"Oh, right... Sorry, Miss, wait." He took the glass from her and poured the tea into a cup.
She placed the glass on the stove, bent down, put her head on his shoulder, and said, "Sorry, you shouldn't talk like that."

"Then how should I talk?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Don't you know?" she asked with a pout.

He puckered his lips and said, "I don't know."

She smiled and pinched his shoulder, making his hand tremble, and he got scared.

"Hey, it'll spill," he said, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and amusement.

"Let it spill," she said with a laugh. "It'll just fall on you, right?"

"Oh, really..." he said with a laugh, put the cup down, and tickled her waist.

She laughed and swayed, "Ah... ah... stop!"

"But when I said it would spill, you said let it spill," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Won't hot tea burn you?"

"Sorry..." she said, took the cup, and without looking at him, went to the TV and sat in a chair.

He also came and sat on another chair next to her. He was drinking his tea, and she was just looking at him. Sipping the tea, they both laughed with their eyes, and a little while passed like that.

After finishing his tea, he went to her to take the cup she had drunk from, leaned forward, and looked into her eyes. Just as she thought he would take the cup, he suddenly put his face close to hers. She shook her head slightly, "What is it?"

"Was the tea good?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Hmm... you put a little less sugar," she replied, her heart pounding in her chest.

Just as she finished speaking, he joined his lips with hers. Their hot lips intertwined, and she grabbed his head with longing and pulled him closer. He put both hands on the handles of the chair and leaned over her. She held his head tightly and began to suck on his lips.

"Hmm... tonight, I'll make it with absolutely no sugar," he whispered, pulling back slightly.

Without speaking, she tied their lips together again. He opened his mouth and began to suck on her lips like a pair of lovebirds.

"Slurp slurp," a small sound echoed around their lips.

"I'm okay with it," she said, her voice a little breathless.

"But you said it was too much?" he teased.

"It doesn't seem that excessive now, dear," she said, her eyes twinkling.

He grabbed her upper lip and pulled it. "Hmm... slowly," she said, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"First, I have to bite these off, Miss," he said, his voice a low growl.

"Then what are you doing now?" she asked, lifting her neck to kiss him, but he stopped her.

"Didn't I tell you not to stop me?" she asked, a hint of frustration in her voice.

"It's getting late, Miss. Let's go."

Geetha understood that he was doing this on purpose. He wanted things to happen like the other day. That's why he had asked her to come to his place. Since that couldn't happen now, he was telling her in this way that he wanted her to give in tonight.

"Okay..." she said, a sigh escaping her lips.

Hours passed.

+
+

Bharat was playing PUBG. As soon as he landed in Georgopol, someone killed him with an Uzi.

"Damn it..." he shouted in frustration, lifted his neck, and looked at the wall clock. The big hand was past the eight, and the little hand was past the three.

He exited the game and messaged Geetha, "Miss, are you coming?"

He looked around for a while, and when there was no reply, he opened PUBG and started another match.

"Hey, Kaushik, let's go on the attack," he said into his headset.

"Wait, dude, let them get their buggy out first," Vikas replied.

"Nah, it's fine..."

They played like that, and the three of them went into a room. A single person attacked and killed all three of them.

"Oh, you little brat, you idiot, I told you not to, but you said 'rush.' He killed us," Vikas shouted in frustration.

"You idiot, you went directly inside and died first," Bharat retorted, annoyed. "What kind of game do you guys play?"

"Alright, let's play another match," Kaushik said, trying to diffuse the tension.

Bharat started another match and checked the time on his phone; it was past nine. There was no reply from Geetha. He kept playing. He checked the time again; it was past nine forty. The game was over. He called Geetha, but she didn't pick up. He got annoyed. He put the phone down, walked outside, and paced in front of the house.

Ten.

Ten thirty.

Eleven.

Eleven twenty.

A phone notification came. He thought it was Geetha and checked, but it was Chandana. 

"What are you doing?" Annoyed, he didn't reply to her.

Eleven forty.

Twelve.

Phone notification. He thought it must be Chandana again and didn't look. He closed the house doors, went straight into his room, turned on the fan, fell onto the bed, and closed his eyes.

.
.
.
.
To be continued……..

[Aadhivaasi]

Great update

[Rakul1985]

Thanks both of you. 

To your information, I'm not exactly translating Telugu version. I'm improvising with needed additions of scenes and conversation. So reading in this thread is reading some extra content that's not currently present in telugu version. I'll add this extra into telugu once I get clarity to how to manage screenplay accordingly later. 

Telugu version is not so planned. English version is like an edited output.

Thanks for the details. If the script is in English even telugu version can be read.
I am interested in dominance nature of Shiva against Geetha as that looks as matured content.

[Rakul1985]

And whats the meaning of dbang?

[raja shri]

Osm ...updates broWe got to know about Geeta's past through some updates, she had a boyfriend earlier, she met him and we used to talk only on phone... Now it remains to be seen whether he will come back to her present time...But brother, I still don't understand... what made him think that he has started thinking about his past... did bharat make him think about his past?...let see what happens next in upcoming update....and some small lesbian tease acts of between friends are osm...let see
By the way brother when are you getting geetha first encounter done .ya only sirf tease....I will wait of shaadi adventure of geetha also... because shiva doesn't give easily on geetha ..let see what happens next..

[Rakul1985]

Osm ...updates broWe got to know about Geeta's past through some updates, she had a boyfriend earlier, she met him and we used to talk only on phone... Now it remains to be seen whether he will come back to her present time...But brother, I still don't understand... what made him think that he has started thinking about his past... did bharat make him think about his past?...let see what happens next in upcoming update....and some small lesbian tease  acts of between friends  are osm...let see
By the way brother when are you getting geetha first encounter done .ya only sirf tease....I will wait of shaadi adventure of geetha also... because shiva doesn't give easily on geetha ..let see what happens next..

Encounter with Shiva would be enjoyable.

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Waiting for the long weekend update!