Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

Fuck! That was so hot! Teacher and student doing taboo things under the shower!

Short of words.

Erotic masterpiece

Just a wow, wonderful chemistry between both of them, how can they resist thier urges ...
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Phew it’s mind blowing can’t wait to read what happens next

Hot hot hot...... Awesome..... Truly amazing and most erotic..... Please update soon

Really great update man ! Very hot

Thanx everyone of you.

[Haran000]

Bharath lay on his bed, the familiar buzz of Instagram reels a faint backdrop to the whirlwind in his mind. The bathroom door had closed just fifteen minutes ago, but the echoes of what had transpired lingered, replaying in vivid, intoxicating detail. 

He regained the images, himself lifting his teacher, Geetha, holding her close, their bodies a contradiction of cold water and radiating heat. He tasted the memory of her lips, felt the fantasy of his hands on her skin. It all felt so real, a dream he was now reliving on his bed while she was still in the bath.

A new thought took hold, a mischievous one. She hadn't taken a towel with her, a small detail that presented a tantalizing opportunity. He would have to hand her one, of course. But what if he didn't? How long could she stay in there, waiting?

His mind spiraled, leaping from one anxiety to the next. He recalled a phone call where he'd asked her to show him something, and her shy promise to tell him later. 

He'd stopped, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but now he wished he hadn't. 

Time was running out. Geetha was leaving for her village in two days, a week-long absence that would coincide with his tournament. 

After that, he'd be consumed by college work, and then a trip to Canada. By the time he returned, college would have started, and Geetha would be at teacher work. A distance would grow between them, a chasm that felt insurmountable. He was sure of it; she would drift away.

He sat up abruptly, the dread a physical weight in his chest.

‘Yes, Geetha will never be mine. 

I'm just her 'puppy' for a little while longer.’

The distance would breed indifference, their desires fading into a platonic friendship. The thought was unbearable, a deep ache for something he couldn't name, a craving that gnawed at his insides.

Just then, the sound of the bathroom door opening broke through his thoughts. He turned his head instantly. 

Geetha peeked out, her body hidden, and called his name in a voice that was both playful and sweet. "Puppy..." she said, her cheeks flushed.

He took in the sight of her—her wet hair, her rosy lips, her glowing skin. "Yes, Miss?" he replied, the formality a thin veil over the desire he felt. 

He wanted those eyes, those lips, that shyness. Most of all, he wanted the wish he'd made that morning to come true, and he was confident she would agree. He just had to find a way to ask without making her uncomfortable.

"There's a white towel on the left shelf. Can you get it for me?"

Bharath got out of bed, and as he stood, a blush deepened on Geetha's face. She had caught sight of the bulge in his shorts, a tell-tale sign that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Okay," he said, and turned to the shelf. He parted the curtain, his fingers finding a soft, white cotton towel. He imagined the way it would look against her fair, sculpted body. When he looked back at her, her eyes were shyly lowered.

A mischievous smile spread across his face. He walked toward her, holding the towel out. 

As her trembling hand reached for it, he pulled his own hand back. 

Geetha’s confusion was a victory. This was a game he wanted to play. He held the towel behind his back and smiled.

"Hey, give it to me..." she said, her voice a mixture of playfulness and impatience.

"I'll give it to you if you give me a kiss."

"I'll hit you if you play games. Give it to me," she countered, a hint of anger in her tone.

He moved closer. "It's just one kiss, isn't it?"

Geetha hesitated. To give him a kiss, she would have to step out of the bathroom, revealing her nude beauty, adorned only with droplets of water.


‘No, is he doing this on purpose?’ a voice in her head wondered, but her trust in him was absolute. ‘He wouldn't do that.’

Bharath’s thoughts were a chaotic jumble of desire and planning. 

‘Miss, this is wrong, but I don't know how to ask you.’

This time, he had a plan. He lowered his gaze, bending his shoulder as if to look at her thighs. 

Geetha's heart pounded. Suspicion flared, but it was quickly overshadowed by his next move.

He stepped closer, buried his left hand in her damp hair, grabbed her neck, and pulled her face toward his. "I'll only give it to you if you give me a kiss, Miss."

The thrill of his breath on her skin was electrifying. She wondered where this newfound courage came from, knowing it was her own affection that had given him the confidence. 

His lips were so close. She leaned forward to kiss him, with a trembling foot.

Geetha was stunned. 

He was determined, and she knew she would have to step out, to cross the line he had drawn.

"Miss, do you remember what I asked this morning?" he spread his warm words into tense air between them.

He had finally asked. 

Geetha was shocked, hiding her face behind the door. 

He took a step forward, rubbed his cheek on her shoulder, and kissed her earlobe, breathing in her fresh scent. "Miss..." he said, his lips tracing the curve of her neck.

She trembled slightly. 

‘No, Bharath, what are you doing? 

This is wrong.’

He slowly moved his hand down, caressing the curve of her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and kneading it. Geetha let out a soft sound. "Sss..."

"Miss..."

She stammered, flustered. "Uh..."

He slid his fingers down her hips, drawing them toward her inner thigh. His fingertips brushed against the hair there. He tightened his grip on her neck, holding her earlobe with his lips. "Miss..." he said, his voice trailing off. His index finger instinctively extended, unknowingly touching lotus petal rims.

A jolt shot through her. She twisted away, pushing him back and slamming the door shut. 

She had always believed there was a line she wouldn't cross with Bharath, but now that he was asking for something he shouldn't, she didn't know how to refuse. It was natural for him to be attracted to her, and she knew her own familiarity had led to this. But could she really give in to this desire? What would she say if Gautham asked her what had happened? Had she already prepared to cross the line?

The thought that he had been so shy to ask, yet had gathered so much courage, meant he believed she would agree. Hadn't she given him that confidence?

A knock on the door broke her reverie. 

Her cool body was suddenly slick with anxiety. 

She hadn't locked the door. 

Bharath pushed it open slightly, holding the towel inside. 

She took it with her right hand, and he pulled his hand back. She quickly wrapped herself in it and opened the door.



He instantly pulled her into a hug, held her face, and showered her with kisses. "Forgive me. I know you don't like this, but..."

Their six-month acquaintance flashed before them, a rapid montage of shared moments: his initial glances, his hand on her waist, her playful teasing, his heartfelt praise, their hugs, the secret aroma of hide and seek, her warm embraces at the waterfalls, the kisses on her neck and lips, their fun at the lake, the stolen kisses in the kitchen. She thought about how she was doing all these things with Bharath that she should have done with her husband, driven by an affection that was difficult to deny. He remembered how he had fallen for his teacher, his attraction growing into a consuming desire.

Geetha’s eyes were lowered, her face sad and silent. He brushed her wet hair away from her face and kissed her lips. Lost in the moment, she lifted her hands, held his head, and surrendered to the kiss. The towel slipped and fell. He held her delicate shoulders, savoring her lips, then let go and bit her on the neck.

"Mmm... close your eyes," she whispered commanding.

He lifted his head. "I can't see anything, anyway...,” countered looking deeply I to her eyes.

"You're becoming a big boy now... You've gotten too brave."

"Miss, it's okay. I'll never make you uncomfortable. You can close the door."

"Close your eyes," she insisted.

"Why?"

A battle raged within her. 

‘No, this is wrong.’ the sensible part of her said. 

But another voice, a more primal one, whispered, ‘Nothing will happen if he close his eyes.’ 


With a shy smile, "I'll tell you if you close your eyes,” she promised into his ears.

Bharath immediately complied. 

Geetha, trusting him completely, stepped out of the bathroom and met his lips. He tasted her sweetness, his hands moving to her soft waist, pulling her closer. 

She was completely devoid of clothes now, having crossed the threshold. 

She matched his kiss with her own, moving into his embrace. He held her tightly, kissing her with a raw delight.

His semi-erect penis pressed against her, the warm heat beginning to melt the ice within her, preparing her for another kind of spring. He kept his eyes closed, released her lips, and said, "Miss...?"

"It's okay," she replied softly.

"I can't believe it."

"Me neither..."

"You're not uncomfortable, are you? I’m not hurting? I can't stand to see you in pain."

"I can't stand to see you sad, either, puppy..." she said, and took his lips again, pulling them both into a deep, consuming kiss.

A cold, watery sensation on her thigh was met with a warm, secret heat between them, a feeling that intensified when he moved closer. He craved that warmth, pressing himself further into the space between her legs. 

Gradually, the coarse fabric of his shorts began to rub against the soft petals of her inner thigh. His penis, shielded by the cotton, felt a blazing heat against her honey flesh.

"Huh..." Geetha breathed deeply, her mind drifting away.

"Miss, is it okay?" Bharat asked softly.

"Hmm...." she hummed in response.

He leaned in, his lips finding the tender curve of her neck.

"Mmm... dog..." she murmured.

"Miss..."

"Ha..."

His left hand moved, resting on her boob, a touch that made her gasp.

"Iss..."

"Are you really okay?"

"Don't bother me by asking," she said, a hint of playful exasperation in her voice.

He moved his hard-on away, leaning down to kiss her right boob.

"Abba... you always want the same?" she asked, a new kind of curiosity in her tone.

He kissed her heart. "Miss, I haven't counted ten kisses."

She playfully hit the back of his head. In return, he sweetly took her boob into his mouth.

"Aah...,” a hard gasp escaped her.

"Mmm..." he hummed, sucking and then releasing. "So, should I do it now?"

"Hmm... but keep your eyes closed," she said, her voice a little breathless.

Bharat laughed. "I'm opening them."

A wave of anxiety washed over her, and she hugged him tightly, the cotton on his cock jabbing against her petals, sparking a shiver through her.

"Aah,” she let loud again.

"Hahaha... What happened, Miss?" he whispered in her ear.

"Uh-uh... Close your eyes."

"I didn't open them, Miss. I just said I'm opening them."

"Really?"

He kissed her neck again, "Hmm..." he said, his left hand sliding down to grasp and squeeze her plump butts with a surge of desire.

"Mmmmmm.... Take your hand off," she protested weakly.

He ignored her, his hand moving from her buttock to her thigh. He held her lower thigh and lifted it, causing her to wrap her leg around him.

"Your ass is so bubbly..." he murmured, and then slid his hand down again, kneading her buttock fully.

"Aah, I said no, right?" she said, lowering her leg.

He nuzzled her neck with his nose. "Miss, don't you shave?"

Geetha was stunned, a flush of shyness and a hint of anger coloring her cheeks. She gave him another playful tap.

"Haha..."

His hands ran along her waist, savoring her softness. He began walking backward, pulling Geetha along with him.

"Hey, we'll fall."

"Where's the bed?"

"It's right behind you."

He quickly stepped back, falling onto the bed with Geetha on top of him. Fearing the fall, she hugged him tightly. 

Laughing, he rolled her to the side and climbed on top. He held her face, bringing it close to his cheek.

As Bharat's playful touch continued, holding her naked with a smile and his eyes closed, Geetha felt a new kind of joy and excitement blossom within her. She was delighted by his naughtiness. She lifted her head and kissed his forehead.

"That's enough. You go outside, and I'll get dressed."

He leaned in, kissing her passionately below her ear. "What about the ten kisses?"

"You can do it after I get dressed."

"If you get dressed, I'll have to take them off again."

"Oy... I'll give you a punishment."

"Let's say the punishment is ten more kisses."

She pinched his shoulder hard.

"Ouch..."

Everything with Bharat felt new to Geetha. He always found a way to do something different, climbing one step at a time, increasing the passion, naughtiness, and playful desires within her. In all the months since she'd married Gautam, he had never been this playful even once. With Gautam, it was always the same routine.

"Enough," she said.

"Miss, the ten kisses need to be done, right?"

"Hmm..."

He put his hand on her boob and squeezed it.

"Iss... no..."

"Miss, I will keep my eyes closed. I will give you ten kisses and then leave."

"Oh no, not like that."

"Don't you trust me?"

She held his head and pulled him to her neck, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, his hard-on touching her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him, hugging him closer. The hardness inside his shorts pressed and rubbed against her.

"If I didn't, would I be like this now?"

"So, shall I give you the kisses?"

"Hmm...."

"Where are your lips?"

"Right in front of you."

Bharat kissed her cheek.

"One."

"No, I said lips."

"Hey, that's cheating."

"Oops, I thought they were lips."

She held his face. "Okay, I'll do it myself."

"Hmm..." he said, smiling with his eyes closed.

Geetha turned his face and took his lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed her upper lip with a gulp.

"Umm..."

He squeezed her boob again. Moaning in his mouth, Geetha whispered, "Aah... take your hand off."

"Okay, where are your cheeks?"

"Next to my lips."

"Give them to me."

"You do it."

He bent down and kissed both her cheeks twice.

"Three."

"No, two."

"Hey, it's three, including the lips."

"Both cheeks count as one."

"Oh, there you go with your cheating again."

"I don't know math."

"I'm the math teacher, and I'm telling you it's three."

"Teacher, if you want a bribe, let me know. Just reduce one count in this exam."

"Oh, what will you give me as a bribe?"

"What do you want?"

"Give me another lip kiss."

"If I do, will you reduce the count?"

"Definitely my dear student ..."

He brought his hand up, held her jaw, and kissed her lips. Geetha pushed her tongue into his mouth, and he took it, sucking it with a passionate hunger. Their tongues rubbed against each other, a playful wrestling match.

"Umm... If I give you a bribe again, will you reduce another count?"

"So greedy..."

"Hahaha..."

He moved down, resting his head on her heart, and kissed her erect, reddish nipple. A tingling sensation of pleasure shot through her, and she lifted her hand to hold the back of his head. Shaking his head, he kissed her left boob.

"Mmm... puppy."

"What happened, Miss?"

"Gautam has never done this, ra."

"You’re no this teacher, Miss..." he said, his lips covering her nipple, biting it playfully.

"Aah... slowly."

"Oh, these are like kismeesh. Mmmm."

He bit and pulled.

Geetha’s nerves tingled sweetly.

"Abba... that's enough."

"Four."

"Hmm..."

He held her two elbows. "Miss, lift your hands."

Geetha know what Bharath’s madness is, she lifted both her hands, putting them behind her head and leaning on the pillow. The scent of soap from her armpits suddenly intoxicated him. As she guided him into her right armpit,  he held her waist, bent down, and kissed her right armpit. Geetha's whole body was filled with desire.

"Umm..."

He poked his tongue into her strawberry candy armpit and licked its tingling folds. 

Biting her lip with passion, Geetha moaned, "Mmmmm... only kisses."

"Oh, right, I forgot."

He lifted his head, came to the other side, and kissed her left armpit.

"Iss..."

"Umm... Oh Miss, your smell is amazing."

"That's why I call you a dog, you dirty dog."

"Teacher, what's the count?"

"Six."

"Miss, put your toe in my mouth."

"No, it's not good, ra."

"You just took a bath, so what's wrong with it? They are fine, put it in."

"Uh..."

Bharat got up and sat next to her. As his dick moved away, she felt as if something was being pulled from inside her. She lifted her right leg and poked her big toe against Bharat's lips. He took it into his mouth and sucked it with a loving tenderness. 

Geetha was surprised how loyal Bharath its being, not at all opening his eyes even though there’s an opportunity to him to admire her nudity.  She was ecstatic, looking at the sight. Without even considering them feet, the way he sucked it with so much love and desire, like a peppermint, sparked a primal, feminine desire in her that she had never felt before. 

Her feminine core craving him lips.

The cool air from the AC made her feel hot as it touched her vulva. She laughed shyly while teasing her thumb in his mouth, then shamelessly slid her right hand between her thighs.

“Mmmm...”

He released her finger and began kissing her foot. Geetha's thighs started to burn. Her juices were wetting the space between her thighs.

She lifted her other leg and rested it on Bharath's shoulder. He began to kiss that one too.

“That's enough,” she said.

“Okay.”

“Hmm…”

“Miss, I want your navel.”

“Come and get it,” she accepted shyly.

He bent over again, straddling her legs and rested his face between her boobs.

“Mmm... lower...,” she said in a lustful voice.

Bharath moved back slightly and bent down, directly towards her navel.

“Here, Miss?”

“Yes....”

Geetha’s brazen affair with a man who wasn't her husband, right there in her own bedroom, ignited a wildness she hadn't known she possessed. 

Naked and exchanging kisses, a thrill shot through her as Bharat lowered his head, burying his face in her navel and kissing her belly button. A tingling sensation made her writhe, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she swallowed a breath.

Bharat's hand slid behind her, stroking the curve of her waist, his fingers holding her soft flesh. "Miss, can I tell you something?" he asked.

"Hmm... tell me," she breathed.

He bit the plump flesh just below her navel.

"Isss... Hey, don't bite!" she protested.

"Umm... Most people probably prefer a flat, heroine-like waist," he said, "but you know how sexy I find it when it's a little plump like yours, swollen just below the navel?"

"Oh, you like it then?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

"Hmm... Miss, that's eight. Two more?" he teased.

"Oh..."

"Where should I put them?" he asked.

"It's up to you," she said, a playful smile on her face.

He gave a small, mischievous smile. Geetha saw it and was delighted. Just then, she noticed Bharat’s head moving back. A sudden fear made her grab his ears with both hands and stop him.

"Hey, come up..." she said, her voice laced with urgency.

He quickly came up and rested his face on her neck. "What happened, Miss?"

"Uh-uh..."

He slid back down again, rubbing his nose between her boobs, and continued his descent. 

Everything was dark for Bharat. He couldn't tell where his lips were touching Geetha’s body. 

Again, his head stopped.

"Hey, what happened, Miss..."

"Look, stop your games. I said no, right?" she insisted.

He went back up. Geetha’s warm breath was a fiery touch on his chin. "Miss, you said it was my choice, didn't you?"

"No..."

"Just once, Miss, my wish," he pleaded.

"That's wrong. What is this crazy thought of yours?"

"Umm... I love everything about you. Just once," he persisted.

"Please, no, it's not good," she said, her voice now firm.

"Just one kiss."

"Uh-uh."

"Is that all...? You said it was my choice, and now you're changing your mind."

"It's not that, ra," she said, her voice softening.

"Please don't say anything. Please..."

Geetha remained silent, a silent acceptance. 

Bharat began his journey back down. On the way, he kissed her heart. He greeted her navel with his tongue. After passing the elevated meadow of her womb, he buried his head in the valley of her thighs. 

To his darkness, Bharat’s ears touched her shapely thighs, and he, thinking it was the place he wanted, buried his face. 

His lips were pricked by the thorns guarding her lotus. 

He firmly kissed the area between her thighs. 

A cold storm swept through Geetha’s spine. 

She bit her lower lip hard and groaned, "haha….." 

She grabbed Bharat's head, squeezed it, pulled him up, and pushed him to the side.

Bharat lay beside her and chuckled. "Hahaha... Miss, one more is left."

Immediately, she turned to him, grabbed his face, and took his lips. His lips tasted a little salty, a little sweet—a strange combination—so she let go, realising what she just tasted.

"Miss, all your hair is wet down there," he whispered.

"Chee... you mad dog, go..." she said, turning her back to him and curling up her body so he couldn't see anything.

He opened his eyes and saw Gita's back. Looking at her white cobra curves, he laughed, moved closer, and kissed the back of her neck.
"Mmm..."

"Miss, is this the first time for a kiss there?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Chee, go..." she said, her voice muffled.

Rubbing his nose against her ear, he asked, "Miss, is there any milk?"

"Hmm... It's in the fridge. You go sit down; I'll put on some clothes and heat it up," she said, her voice still soft.

"Okay..."

He got up and went outside, closing the door behind him without looking back.
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To be continued…….

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As Bharath scrolled through his phone, Geetha appeared with a glass of milk, wearing a nighty. He glanced up, taking the glass from her, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face. 

The thin fabric of the nighty clung to her body, accentuating the prominent, shapely curve of her boobs and the gentle swell of her hips.

She settled beside him with a faint smile. As he drank the milk, his left hand found its way to her right boob, squeezing it gently.

“Ah, stop that,” she said softly.

“You don’t usually wear a nighty, do you?” he asked.

“Hmm… I bought it yesterday. Thought I’d get used to it. My friend said it would look good on me.”

He squeezed her boob again. “She was right, Miss. It looks very good.”

Pushing his hand away, she urged, “Just drink your milk. Let’s go to sleep.”

“Already? I’m not sleepy yet.”

“Of course you’re not,” she murmured, her hand tracing a path between his thighs and giving a firm squeeze. “Not when you’re like this.”

He flinched at the unexpected touch, gulping down the rest of the milk. “Ah…”

Their eyes met, and she leaned her head on his shoulder, a hint of sadness in her expression.

“You aren’t thinking badly of me, are you?” she asked.

“Badly? What do you mean?”

“I mean… I’m your teacher, and I’m doing this with you.”

“Miss, why would I think that? This is what you want, isn’t it? If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have asked me to come here.”

“Hmm… but I feel like what you just did was wrong.”

“Miss…?”

“Yes. I’m married. Only Gautam should be kissing me, not you.”

Finishing the milk, he set the glass down. “Miss, can I ask you something?”

“Hmm, go on.”

“Gautam sir has never kissed you there all these years. That means he doesn’t, right?”

Geetha was stunned. She looked at him, seeing him turn away, his face flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, but isn’t it true? You say Gautam sir doesn’t do all this. You want these things, don’t you, Miss?” he blurted out, finally saying what had been on his mind for a week.

She couldn't deny it. The playful affection, the simple, lustful touches—Gautam would never give her these things. Recalling all of Bharath’s actions, she knew Gautam wouldn’t do any of it.

She pulled away, turning her face from him. Why shouldn’t Gautam do these things? Why couldn’t he be like this? Why did she have to be like this with her student? The thoughts were painful, and a fresh wave of hurt washed over her at the idea that Bharath might be judging her.

He moved closer, turning her back to him and pulling her into a hug. Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged him back.

“I feel like none of this is right, ra..” she whispered.

“Miss, don’t think like that. If you do, we can’t be like this.”

“But…”

He gently held her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Please, why are you thinking like that?”

“With you, instead of him…”

He placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. “Miss, we won’t get this chance again. I want to be like this with you. I want to kiss you, and I want to kiss you there too. Don’t you want to? Miss? Tell me, don’t you?”

She nodded, a soft “Hmm” escaping her lips.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I’m nervous,” she admitted.

A small smile touched his lips. “Do you know what to do to get rid of the nervousness?”

“What should I do?”

He took her left hand and guided it into his shorts, where his erection, hot and firm like an iron rod, awaited her touch. She felt the heat, her hand craving that hard nerves, started closing around him, squeezing passionately. He kissed her on the lips.

“Tell me, Miss… would you be like this if I wasn’t here?”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Then should we stop our romance?”

“No…”

Her hand began to stroke the length of his erection.

“Sss… you’re burning up like you have a fever,” she said, her rhythm quickening.

He pulled his pants down further, giving her a full view. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the red, glans with precum. He took her hand, guiding her index finger to the glistening shine, then brought it to her lips. She looked at him blankly as he wrote on her lower lip, smearing the moisture across it.

He let go of her hand and slid his own down, squeezing her left boob with a lustful hunger. 

She smacked her lips together, tasting his primal precum, a low, lustful moan escaping her.

“Mmmmmm.”

He rubbed his nose against hers, intoxicated by her reaction. “How does it feel?”

“It feels strange…” she whispered, but her hand continued to pump his cock.

He took her hand again, slowing her movements. He tightened the foreskin between her fingers, pulling it back to reveal the full, rose glans. She looked at it, then back at him. He kissed her deeply, their lips locked. Taking a breath, their eyes met again as she stroked his cock and he rubbed his nose against hers, a silent understanding passing between them.

"I also want to see your pussy," Bharath stated, his gaze unwavering.

He had said it so simply, so directly, that Geetha’s surprise was palpable. 

Geetha stared back, a wave of shock washing over her. "Don't say those things," she whispered, a blush creeping up her neck.

He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Miss, you know how good it feels when you stroke mine like that? It’s pure pleasure."

"Hmm," she managed, her breath catching in her throat.

"And it would feel good for you, too, if I touched you like this, right?"

"Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

"So, can I touch you?"

A whirlwind of emotions swirled within her. The memory of their last intimate encounter was still vivid. "Puppy, something already happened when you were here before, so no more... when we meet again..."

To her utter astonishment, he simply said, "Okay, as you wish." He didn't argue, he didn't protest. He just accepted it, and her surprise was replaced by a different kind of dizzying warmth.

He took her hand, joining her index and middle fingers, and brought them to her lips. Their eyes locked, a silent, intoxicating conversation passing between them. Bharath rubbed her fingers across her tongue, his touch gentle yet electric. He then withdrew them, now slick with her saliva, and guided her hand to his straining erection. He signaled for her to stroke him with her spittle-covered fingers.

Geetha obeyed, her fingers tracing the bulb of his penis.

"Ah... Miss," he sighed, his head tilting back. "You never told me what they do on the first night."

"I told you, they do what's in the videos," she replied, her voice soft and breathless.

"Miss, should we watch the videos?"

Her hand froze on his shaft. "No, don't," she said, pulling her hand away.

"Why not? You have a laptop, right?"

"Chee, no," she retorted, a mix of shyness and defiance in her tone.

"Abba, please, let's watch."

"What's there to watch, you fool? No, let's go to sleep," she said, trying to stand.

But his hand shot out, holding hers in a firm but gentle grip. "Miss, please lay down."

She sank back down, a shy surrender in her posture. He took her hand again, a silent invitation in the gesture.

"What is it?" she asked, her fingers instinctively wrapping around his dick and beginning to stroke him again.

"How good it feels," he murmured.

"Hmm, yours is too big."

"Do girls like it when it's long like this, Miss?"

"Hmm..." she hesitated.

"Why, Miss?"

"Because..." she faltered, a blush spreading across her face.

"Huh...?"

"Because we like anything that's big, right?" she finished, a playful boldness entering her voice.

"Oh..."

"Yes."

He leaned in, his lips finding the soft skin of her neck. A soft whimper escaped her lips. 

While kissing her, his right hand found her mangoes through her nightie, squeezing them gently. The desire that had been simmering within her now boiled over. She tightened her grip on him, her strokes becoming more urgent.


"Ahhh... Hmm..."

"Hmm... Miss, let's watch the videos, it's been a long time."

"Haven't I told you not to watch those? You've become very naughty," she chided playfully.

"Abba, I haven't watched them since that day because you told me not to. The exams are also over. Let's watch just once, Miss."

"No, don't."

He fumbled with the string at the neck of her nightie, but it was knotted. "Miss, this isn't coming loose."

She helped him, her fingers quickly untying the knot. He wasted no time, slipping his left hand inside and cupping her bare cheese, squeezing it gently.

"Iss..." she hissed.

"You didn't wear a bra, you thief."

"It's just for the night," she said, her voice laced with shyness.

"Okay, but let's watch the videos."

"Abba, won't you listen when I say no?"

He squeezed her again.

"Iss... don't press it."

"Let's watch, Miss, let's watch together. Friends should watch those things together sometimes."

"Oye, don't give me silly logic."

"Abba, please, Geetha..."

"You'll get hit if you say Geetha again," she said with a laugh, her resistance melting away.

He pulled her nightie down from her shoulder, freeing her left boob. He cupped it from below, squeezing it upwards, and bent his head to kiss the nipple. 

A wave of pure lust coursed through her, and she felt a delicious dizziness.

"Ahh... No, don't. Wasn't what we did earlier enough?"

"I'm saying let's watch the videos. Do you feel sleepy now, tell me?"

She pushed him away gently, adjusting her dress.

"Please, Miss, let's watch. You watch them, right?"

"I don't just watch them like you."

"Today, I'm asking you to watch for me."

A part of her worried. If they watched those videos, he would have questions, and what would she say? To distract him, she took his dick in her left hand and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a playful dare.

"Now why do you need videos, tell me?"

"It feels good, Miss..." he said, his voice a low moan.

She kissed his neck, her lips tracing a path of fire. "Hmm, doesn't this feel good?"

"Hmm..." he sighed in blissful surrender.


A shiver ran down Bharath’s spine as Geetha traced the prominent nerve of his shaft, which lay bent against his stomach.

"Ah, miss…" a low groan escaped his lips. He bit down on her shoulder, a hot, trembling sensation radiating from him. He then looked at her, his gaze intense, as he gently caressed her cheek. "Where's the laptop, miss?"

"Why this madness today?" Geetha asked, her voice a mix of confusion and excitement.

"So I can get in the mood by watching it, and then you can tell me about it," he said with a laugh, his eyes fixated on her hand.

Geetha leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm already doing it for you."

Bharat turned his head and kissed her lips. "Not now. I want it after watching the video."

She squeezed the head of his cock with her thumb.

"Aaah…" Bharat moaned.

"It's on the TV desk," she said. "Stay here and watch it."

"Should I watch it alone?" he asked. "Won't you watch it with me?"

"You want to watch it, so you watch it."

"No. I want us to watch it together."

"Okay," Geetha agreed.

Bharat pulled up his shorts, and they both went into the living room, retrieved the laptop, and sat on the bed.

Geetha chewed on her nails. "Is this necessary? It feels weird watching this with you."

"Miss, sit on my lap," he said, reaching for her waist.

"No, no. Let's sit side by side like this," she protested, but he held her waist and pulled her toward him. She struggled, trying to stay off his lap. "Come on, miss."

She knelt in front of him, held his face, and looked into his eyes. "Puppy, what's wrong? You're not listening to me today. You're being too stubborn."

He held her face in his hands. "Miss, sit on my lap. I'll sniff you. You know I love that."

"Just that, then," she conceded. "Your hands shouldn't go wandering again."

Bharat smiled mischievously. "What can I do if they don't listen to me?"

She pulled his ear. "See, I knew you were a naughty boy. You're just looking for an excuse to get in."

"Ah… okay," he said. "If you don't like sitting on me, then don't."

Geetha's eyes widened. Bharat turned his face away sulking. She immediately sat on his left thigh. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her neck smiling.

"Mmm… do you know how good it feels to be with you like this?" he said.

Geetha gave him a shy smile. "Mmm… you always want it like this."

He rubbed his nose on her shoulder. "Mmm… this nighty is so smooth."

"I know… it's also light," she whispered.

"And it shows off your boobs so well," he added.

"Naughty fellow. Your gaze is always there," she said, but her tone was affectionate.

"They're that sexy," he replied.

She put her left hand behind his head and caressed him. "Lately, you're not acting like a kid."

"Then how am I acting?"

"You're acting without fear. You're not thinking that I might scold."

"You won't say anything. I know," he said, burying his face in her armpit.

"Why?"

"Because we've become so close now," he said.

"Is that all you think?"

He pulled her nighty sleeve down with his teeth and kissed her armpit. "Mmm… that's all I think."

"Uh…"

"It's okay if I pull this sleeve down a little, right?"

"Ya..…"

He folded the velvet sleeve with his hand, pulled it up to her shoulder, and smelled her armpit. "Ha…" he said, rubbing his nose intoxicatingly. Geetha shivered slightly.

"Mmm… what are you saying, what are you doing?"

"I have a doubt, miss."

"What is it?"

"How could Gautam sir leave you here and go abroad?"

"He got a job, so he went," she explained.

He kissed her cheek. "How, miss, how could he leave you? How could he leave this beauty and go?"

"What should he do? He doesn't have the same mindset as you…" she sighed.

Bharat chuckled softly. 

"Hey, don't laugh."

Rubbing his nose in her armpit, he said, "Oh, I'm going crazy, miss, smelling you. That's why they say men does wars for a women."

Geetha was instantly pleased. "Enough. You always find words to flirt. Where are you hearing these words?"

"Haha… I read it in a story."

He reached his hands forward and opened the laptop. As he leaned forward, his hard-on rubbed against her buttocks from behind. Her body became intoxicated with his warmth.

"Miss, the password?"

She adjusted her body a little, putting her face in his neck. "Geetha one two three…" she said, and then kissed his throat. After that, she warmly touched his chest with her hands and hid her face in his neck.

Opening a website on the laptop, Bharat said, "Miss, look here."

She kissed his shoulder and looked at the laptop. "Hmm…"

Bharat opened a porn video. "Where are the earbuds?"

"Wait, I'll get them." Geetha got up, went to the living room, and returned with a small AirPods box. She gave it to Bharat.

He took one out and gave it to her. "Miss, you wear this one on the left. I'll wear the right one."

Geetha got back on the bed. Bharat leaned against the bed wall, stretched his legs, and asked her to sit in the middle. She did so, leaning forward and placing the laptop beside his thighs.

As Geetha moved, his pants went under her buttocks and stretched forward. Gradually, he was rubbing against her back, pressing against her, and peeking out of his shorts. She wasn't able to sit properly. He was struggling behind her, moving from side to side. She looked at him, wondering why he was moving like that.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Sit properly. Don't move your legs here and there."

"Oh, okay, okay."

He stopped moving and placed his chin on her right shoulder. He pressed play on the video, inhaling the scent of her hair. 

In the video, a middle-aged man was kissing a thirty-year-old girl's lips. He had the girl kneeling on the bed and was kissing her lips from behind. Geetha watched silently. Bharat pushed her hair back from her neck and kissed her below the ear. She pushed him aside.
"Watch properly," she said.

[Haran000]

A wave of unease washed over Geetha as she watched the video. The man’s movements were rough, and when he tugged at the girl's nipples, a cry escaped her lips. Geetha felt a jolt of discomfort, but it was quickly overshadowed by Bharath’s bite on her neck.

“Mmm… If you won’t sit still, I’ll turn it off,” she said, her voice a low murmur.

He immediately let go. “Okay, okay.”

On the screen, the man made the girl kneel, his hand disappearing under her dress. He fingered her with a surprising speed and roughness that made Geetha wonder why the girl wasn't stopping him. Yet, the girl's groans of “Iss ha… aah” suggested she was enjoying it.



Bharath's lips brushed against Geetha’s ear, his breath warm against her skin. “Miss, what is he doing with his hand inside her dress?”

Geetha froze, her mind racing. Was this an innocent question, or was he testing her? 

“Can’t you see?” she retorted, trying to buy time.

“Yeah, but I don’t understand why he’s moving his hand like that,” he pressed.

Panic set in. She knew he would ask this, but what could she say? 

To distract him, she pinched his thigh, a playful yet firm gesture. “Didn’t I tell you not to ask anything and just watch?”

“Hmm… okay,” he mumbled, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. Geetha felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection against her back, its length pushing on her buttocks.

On the screen, the man pulled off the girl's panties, revealing her hairless pubic area. 

Geetha’s eyes flicked to Bharath, who was staring intently at the screen. A shiver ran down her spine as the heat of his body, and the hard evidence of his desire, pressed against her.

“Miss, look here,” he whispered.

She turned her attention back to the screen just as the man’s face neared the girl's pussy. 

Geetha gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. 

In video, he kissed it, making the girl moan, then licked it with his tongue. 



A cry of pleasure, “Aah,” erupted from the AirPods, and Geetha felt her own body respond.

As the man's tongue moved back and forth, the girl fondled her breasts and moved her hips in a rhythmic dance. The moans and sighs filled their ears, a shared euphoric sensation coursing through them. 

Bharath pushed aside the collar of Geetha's nightie and kissed the curve of her neck. The heat of his lips, combined with the images on the screen, intensified Geetha's desire. She placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer, her lips parting as he kissed her again.

Then, the man on the screen moved away, and the girl leaned over, taking his cock in her hand and putting it in her mouth. 



Geetha, completely taken aback, immediately stopped the video.

“What happened, Miss? Why did you stop?” Bharath asked, his voice laced with confusion.

She turned to him, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Let’s watch a different video. I don’t want to watch this one.”

“As you wish, Miss,” he said, his tone one of easy compliance.

He exited the video and searched for "Leah Gotti."

 “Miss, I like this Leah Gotti. She's sexy.”

“How many people do you know like this? You’ve become a bad boy,” Geetha teased.

“Oh, no, Miss. I've only seen a few. I'm just saying that Leah Gotti is my favourite.” He opened a video of Leah Gotti sitting on a sofa, legs spread wide.

“Is this why you like her? Look how she's sitting,” Geetha said, her tone a mix of reproach and fascination.

“Miss, that's what those videos are,” he replied simply.

“Hmm… That’s why you watch them. You’re a bad boy because of this.”

“Why do you say that, Miss?”

The video began, and he turned to her. “Miss, let’s watch. I won’t say anything, okay?”

Geetha simply hummed in agreement, her eyes fixed on the screen, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Geetha sat beside Bharath, the glow of the laptop screen casting a pale light on their faces. 



The man in the video, shirtless and urgent, kissed the girl with an intensity that sent a jolt through Geetha. She watched as he fondled the girl's breasts, his movements mirroring a rising desire she felt but dared not acknowledge.

The girl on the screen, Leah Gotti, was a vision of pale, hairless curves, and Bharath's lust flared as he watched her. 

He moved his right hand, placing it gently on Geetha’s right boob over her nightie. 

Absorbed in the video, she barely seemed to notice. He rubbed his cheek against hers, and a tremor ran through Geetha's lips. Her hand found his left fist, holding it as if to anchor herself.

On screen, the man laid the girl on a sofa and kissed her clean-shaven pussy. 



The sound of her moan, "Ah," filled the room. 

Bharath and Geetha watched, their eyes fixed on the screen. He squeezed her nipple with his finger, a slight tremor running through her as a thrill of arousal took hold. She turned her head, her gaze meeting his. He leaned in, kissing her lower lip. Geetha's hand found his cheek, and she opened her mouth, sucking on his upper lip. He pinched her nipple with his thumb, and a soft, breathless "Ha" escaped her lips.

"Miss, pull down your nightie. I want your boobs," Bharath whispered.

"No," she replied, her voice a soft protest.

He poked her nipple again. "Look, they asking me to kiss them."

"Don't act. Be quiet," she insisted, but then she kissed his lips again. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hand moving from her boobs to the hem of her nightie. She caught his hand, stopping him, and he brought it back up to her cheeks. Her lips puckered like a fish mouth , and he turned her attention back to the screen. 

The man was licking the girl's pussy with a feverish passion, and the girl's moans filled the room.



A new thought began to stir within Geetha, a desire she had buried for years. The questions she'd heard from Sindhu and Ramya, and now seeing it on screen—why Gautam had never done this to her—why never licked her—began to bloom in her mind. 

The girl's expressions of pure pleasure made her wonder, and Bharath’s hand on her waist, squeezing with a possessive urgency, pulled her back to the present.

"Ooh... you puppy," she said, a playful smile on her lips.

He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. She didn’t stop him; she understood his need. 

On screen, the man was playing with the girl's clitoris, his fingers and lips working together. 

A tingling sensation spread through Geetha. She closed her thighs, moving away slightly, but Bharath pulled her back by her waist.

"What happened? Sit still," he whispered.

"Umm..." she mumbled, her mind racing.

On screen, the man stood up, and the girl unzipped his pants, taking his cock out and beginning to lick and suck it. 



Geetha was hesitant, yet unable to look away. She remembered the first time she had done this to Gautam, how much he had loved it. 

The girl on the screen licked and sucked like a lollipop, and a memory of her own experience resurfaced.

Bharath moved his left hand behind her back, and she leaned forward slightly, anticipating his touch. He pulled her back, their eyes meeting.

"It's okay for me..miss, sit on my dick." he said, a knowing smile on his face.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, a silent acknowledgment of his understanding. 

She looked back at the screen, a small smile on her lips. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Miss, how about you put your hand back on my dick too?" and laughed.

"Stupid," she said, her voice soft and teasing.

He kissed her cheek, a slow, intoxicating kiss. "Umm... You held it earlier. What happened now?"

She didn't answer, her eyes fixed on the screen. He slowly moved his right hand forward, pulling up the hem of her nightie to her knees. He gently stroked her knee, and a shiver ran through her. He pulled it up further, to her thigh, and she stopped him.

"No," she insisted.

He wrapped his left arm around her neck, kissing her cheek. "Umm... I want it, I know you do too."

"No, listen to me..." she began, but before she could finish, his hand moved between her thighs, squeezing her inner thigh. A jolt ran through her, and a soft moan, "Isss," escaped her lips.

"Your thighs are so soft. I could bite them..." he whispered, squeezing again.

"Mmm... I told you I can't sit on you because you can't stay still," she said, a breathy protest.

He kissed her cheek. "Didn't I tell you that I can't control my hands either?" His hand moved up, stroking the sides of her panties.

"Enough, you puppy," she whispered, her voice a mix of protest and surrender.

"What's enough, Miss?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Where are your hands going?"

"Miss, look at the laptop."

On screen, the girl was lying on the sofa, and the man was between her thighs, rubbing his cock on her pussy.

"What's he doing, Miss?" Bharath asked, his voice filled with a playful curiosity.

Geetha was stunned, her mind struggling for a response. "That..." she began, 

‘Oh no, do I have to say it?’

The man pushed his cock into her, and the girl winced, a loud moan escaping her lips. 



They watched, their eyes wide as he pushed his cock all the way in, increasing his speed. 

Geetha could feel the pressure of Bharath's erection against her back, a hot, urgent presence. With the porn video on the screen and his erection burning against her, her inner desire surged, a powerful, undeniable wave of lust.

Bharath’s lips brushing her neck just below her ear, and a tingling sensation, a rush of intoxicating desire, consumed Geetha. She was accustomed to this kind of intimacy only on a screen, alone in her room, a secret comfort when Gautam wasn't around. 

Now, she was wrapped in the warmth of her student's body, leaning into him as they watched. 

A small part of her felt the weight of her betrayal, but the burning ache of her desire was overwhelming. It demanded more.

Bharath, who should have retreated to the bathroom long ago to compose himself, held his breath, paralyzed by a fear of making the wrong move. He felt helpless, so he settled for a flurry of small kisses on her shoulders and neck, a desperate attempt to express what he couldn't say.

With a trembling hand, Geetha pulled the laptop onto her thigh, her other hand sliding beneath it. 

Bharath placed his right hand on her navel, his touch gentle yet firm, and he whispered, "Miss…"

"Hmm…" she hummed in response, her voice barely a whisper.

He traced a circle around her belly button with his index finger, his touch now underneath the nightie. "I have a question for you. Don't be angry."

"Okay…"

His finger drifted lower, past her navel, between her thighs, and into her panties. 

Geetha looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of suspicion, embarrassment, and a flash of anger.

"Stop," she commanded, her voice strained.

But he didn't. 

He touched her panty triangle with two fingers, and her thighs trembled. 

Geetha bit her lip hard, a soft "ssss…mmm…" escaping her.

"Your puppy will do whatever you ask, Miss. Why do you do it by yourself?" he asked softly.

The flood of desire was too much to fight. 

She gave in, her left hand coming out from under the laptop to cup his head in both of her hands. 

He took it as a sign of permission and began to gently stroke her. 

Her thighs instinctively closed around his hand, and a small, whimpering cry, "Aah," escaped her throat.

He looked at her with an intensity that made her heart pound, then kissed her forehead. "I know what you do, Miss. I told you that day—if you want anything, just ask me, and I’ll do it."

"How can I ask…?" she began, but he silenced her with a kiss on her upper lip.

"Didn't I say you don't have to be shy with me?"

"Being like this with you…" she tried again, only to be cut off by another kiss.

"You should only be like this with me," he whispered. "I like it this way."

In her weakness Bharath’s words becoming commands to her desire.

He lifted her nightie further with his left hand, leaning his head forward to look between her thighs. 

Geetha, mortified, quickly dropped the laptop onto the bed. He looked at her panties, then pushed his finger a little further, touching the delicate folds of hers, through the fabric.

"Aah…" she shivered, her hands clenching at the back of his neck.

He took his hand out and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly, deliberately, in front of her. 

It was the second time he had done this. He then held her cheek with those same fingers and kissed her deeply, their mouths moving in a hungry rhythm as they tasted each other.

Touching her cheek, which now bore his saliva, he said in an intoxicating whisper, "Miss, can you show me just once?"

Geetha’s pupils dilated, her face flushed with embarrassment. She buried her face in his neck, her chest heavy, her breath coming in labored gasps.

"No, don't ask again," she pleaded.

He moved his hand down, rubbing her soft right thigh before slowly sliding his hand into her panties again, his fingers finding her once more.

She hugged him tighter, a heavy "Aaah" sighing from her lips. "A little higher," she whispered.

He kissed her forehead. "Higher?"

"Mmm… a little higher, there," she instructed.

He looked between her thighs, then took his hand, tracing the wet mark on her panties with his finger. 

A low moan, "Mmmmm…," escaped her. Her upper lip was dry, but her lower lip glistened with moisture.

"Miss, please show me just once," he begged.

"No, you shouldn't see it," she insisted.

"What's wrong with seeing it once, Miss?"

"Oh, you're not listening to me. I'm telling you no. It's wrong, and that's it."

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Miss, no one's here. It's just me. Show me."

He ran his finger over the wet spot on her panties, and Geetha’s entire body trembled, overwhelmed by a sweet, tingling desire. Her lips shivering like hit by a cool storm.

"Only my husband should see that," she said, her words shaky. "If you want…..you can look at your girlfriend's."

"You are my girlfriend, Geetha," he said without a moment's pause.

Geetha froze. "Bharath, don't think like that,” she uttered low.

"Why not?"

"How can you think that? I'm married."

"So what? All I want is to be like this with you. I don't want anything else."

She put her finger on his lips, trying to stop him. "You have another girlfriend, not me."

"No, you are."

"I'm older than you. Don't say that. Call me 'Miss.'"

He brushed her finger away and kissed her lips. "If you're not my girlfriend, why did you kiss me?"

She looked down, a wave of questions washing over her. 

She didn't know whether to fulfill his wish or not, didn't know where this path would lead. 

He gently stroked her thigh through her clothes and kissed her cheek.

"Okay, I'll call you 'Miss,'" he said. "But you are my girlfriend."

She looked up, her expression filled with a quiet sorrow.

"Aren't you? Tell me."

Geetha looked down at her thighs, unable to answer.

He whispered in her ear, "Should I take them off?"

"Listen to me. Don't," she pleaded.

"Is it not unfair that you saw mine, but you won't show me yours?"

"Don't say all this," she whispered.

He gently stroked the back of her thigh. "No."

"I want it. It's okay."

"It's wrong."

He moved his hand up and squeezed her right buttock. A low moan, "Mmmmm," escaped her lips.

"Look at me, Miss."

She looked into his eyes, her heart pounding.

"Don't you want to show me?"

She covered her face with her hands, overcome with shyness.

"So, is that a yes, Miss?"

She remained silent, and he took it as permission. 

He moved down to her feet and held her panties with his fingertips. 

Geetha's body was shaking with embarrassment. Her relationship with Bharath was now crossing an irreversible line. 

The part of her that only her husband had ever seen was about to be exposed to another man, her young secret lover. For life’s irony, her student.

As he gently stroked her soft thighs and pulled the panties down, she shivered with anticipation and closed her thighs. 

Bharath persisted, and as the thin fabric, clinging to her wet pubic hair, slid away, a strong, itchy desire began to build. 

He pulled the panties past her knees, then looked at the white fabric, fondled it for a long moment, and tossed it onto the bed.

He held the edges of her nightie and lifted it to her waist. Geetha covered her face with her hands, sinking into a world of shame and shyness. 

Bharath knelt between her thighs and lifted her nightie even higher. His gaze first fell on her stomach, a small dimple in the milky white skin. His eyes moved lower, to the small black hairs at the swelling of her waist, and the hairs on his own body stood on end.

‘Miss, I never thought this would happen. 

I know you're very uncomfortable. 

I asked because I knew you too wanted this.’

He blinked, his gaze fixed on the joining of her thighs. There, a closed lotus flower, sparkling with drops of elixir in the center of a small, black thorn garden. 

He was stunned. 

The erection in his shorts felt like a bell ringing, a loud, undeniable presence. He took a deep breath, feeling as if a single touch would make him ejaculate.

He extended his right hand, gently touching her with fingertip. Geetha’s thighs shivered, trying to close, and she let out a soft "Aaah."

He felt her sweet nectar wet his fingertips. He stroked her lotus with his index finger, a touch as light as a peacock's feather. 

Another lustful sound, "Isss...," escaped her.

"Miss, I don't know what to say," he whispered. "Thank you, Miss."

Immediately, Geetha covered herself with her nightie. 

Bharath was confused and moved to the side as she curled up her thighs and buried her face in the pillow. He patted her shoulder.

"What happened, Miss?"

"You mischievous stupid," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "You saw everything, and now you're asking what happened."

[Haran000]

He fell onto her left side, his hands instinctively shielding his face. She, in turn, covered her cheeks with her hands once more, a blush as deep as hibiscus flowers staining her skin. 

He pulled her into a tight embrace, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment.

He kissed her cheek, a soft brush of lips that made her heart flutter. "You look so cute when you're shy," he whispered, his voice a low rumble.

She turned her face away, a playful gesture of defiance. "Oh, that's enough," she said, her voice a hushed melody. "Go to sleep now."

Slowly, he moved her nightgown's collar down the back of her neck and kissed the soft skin between her shoulder blades. She tightened her grip on his right hand, a silent plea for more.

His left hand found its way up the back of her nightgown, his touch a trail of fire that left her breathless. He squeezed her left buttock, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Mmm, no," she whispered, her words lost in the heat of the moment.

Suddenly, he grabbed her butt and turned her towards him. She curled her legs, a silent invitation, and looked at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of desire and surprise. As he put his hand inside the nightgown and stroked her thighs, she grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

He moved closer, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, and bit her throat, a playful nip that sent shivers down her spine. "Ha... you puppy," she said, her voice a breathless whisper.

As Geeta was lost in the moment, he touched her sensitive labia with his finger again, a single touch that sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. "Ah..." she cried out, her body arching towards his.

Geeta's intense discharge of honey began once more, a river of desire that flowed from deep within her. He lifted her nightgown up to her waist, his eyes devouring her beauty, and pushed her right thigh to the side. 

She watched it all, her mind a hazy fog of pleasure.

He touched he clitories, with his fingertip. Geeta's body was filled with waves of lust, and she groaned, biting her lips to keep from crying out.

He started moving his finger up and down there. She pushed her waist forward a little more to accommodate him, a silent plea for more. 

As Bharat knelt and looked at her vanilla thighs, touching her slick petals, she saw his hard-on inside his shorts, swollen and erect.

"Mmm..., take off your shorts," she said, her voice a low growl of desire. 

He immediately pulled down his shorts with his other hand, and his hard cock sprang out, a testament to his own desire.

 Unable to control her lust, Geeta grabbed it, her fingers wrapping around its heat. The precum was sticky, a promise of what was to come.

Shivering at her touch, he said, "Ah, Miss," and stopped his finger on her. 

Geeta couldn't handle that pause. Her labia were calling out from deep within, a silent scream for release.

She immediately let go of his shaft and joined her hand with Bharat's. 

She intertwined her index finger with his and, unable to decide whether to stop, let go, tell him off, or scold him, she surrendered to the pleasure her body and womanhood craved, and she pressed his finger on her vulva. Bharat's fingerprints rubbed against the deep walls of her labia.

"Oh..." she cried out loudly and sighed, her body a tempest of pleasure.

As Bharat moved his finger to suit Geeta, he leaned forward, and his hard-on on her right buttock felt as hot as her burning lotus, a searing heat that promised to consume her. 

Craving its touch, she let go of Bharat's hand and grabbed his hot rod again, her hands a testament to her desire.

Bharat's movements with his small, innocent finger on her pussy weren't enough for her. 

She let go of him, then grabbed it again. 

Her hands weren't listening to her. 

What Bharat was doing wasn't enough.

His small fingers weren't doing it. 

She needed something else, something strong that would attack and crush her vaginal walls. Something that would satisfy her deep desire. 

He was being crushed in her hand.

Unable to bear it, unable to stop, Geeta's voice was a whisper of pure desire. "Ah, inside raa.. put finger inside…."

Obeying his teacher, he thrust his finger between her two labia, a single movement that plunged her into a torrent of pleasure. She swayed like a dove caught in the branches, her body a canvas of sensation.

"Ah, aah…yes..." she moaned, her voice a melody of pure bliss.

She started squeezing and pumping Bharat's red meat, her hands a rhythm of desire. 

He couldn't bear it.

"Miss, slowly..." he gasped, his voice a breathless plea.

He pressed his finger on her clitoris, a single touch that sent her floating in the clouds of her pleasure, shivering her thighs.

This was the second time she had an orgasm today. 

It had never happened with Gautam.

He gave Geeta time to breathe, to savor the moment.

"Come here..." she said, pulling Bharat onto her and kissing his lips, her body a testament to her desire. 

He brought his hand up and showed her the honey, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

With a mischievous smile, Geeta: "No." 

He licked her fingers, a playful gesture that made her heart race.

"Dirty fellow," she whispered, her voice a playful scold.

He leaned in and kissed her lips, his tongue a dance of passion. As Geeta kissed him, she let her right hand go down and grabbed Bharat's cock. Bharat lustfully bit her lower lip and grabbed her right boob.

"I can't believe it, ra."

"Me neither. Mmm... Is it good?"

"Mm," she moaned, her body a testament to her pleasure.

He kissed her neck, a trail of fire that left her breathless. She hugged him and stood up, gently stroking Bharat's penis up and down with her fingers. He pushed his waist up and groaned, "S... Miss."

On the other side of them, in the mirror, Geeta saw herself. In the mirror, she saw her hands on Bharat's cock. She was caught in an illusion.

The reflection of Geeta in the mirror bent down and put his dick in her mouth. In it, Bharat bent his leg up. In the mirror, Geeta was moving her head up and down, sucking him lustfully.

Just then, Bharat grabbed her cheek, and she recovered from her illusion. She wondered why she had that thought.

"Miss..."

They both looked deeply into each other's eyes, a silent conversation of desire. Geeta's one hand wasn't enough. She wanted the warmth of his manhood completely. She started squeezing it with both hands.

"Miss, give me a kiss."

Geeta was surprised. "Uh-huh..." she shook her head no.

He laughed, Bharat: "It's okay."

The head of Bharat's penis was full of blood and glowing red. 

Her hands below it were crushing the burning skin, and it all aroused the desire within her. 

Bharat's penis was throbbing, and its veins were protruding, radiating heat onto her handprints.

"You know how good it feels, Miss? Your hands are so soft."

As she listened to those words, the desire in Geeta intensified. Her lips were dry. She licked them to moisten them.

"Just one kiss, Miss..." he asked again, unable to contain himself.

Looking at him lustfully, Geeta: "You want it?"

She stepped beyond surrender.

When she asked if he wanted it, Bharat's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

She hid her face shyly, bent down, and put her face in front of his manhood. 

Bharat's heart stopped; he was frozen, thinking it was all a dream. 

Geeta moistened and bit her rosy lips, looking at his rose-colored glans. 

Seeing that look, excitement trembled within Bharat. He began to swell.

Stammering, nervously, shyly, she closed her eyes and pushed her face forward, gently pressing her rose petals on his buds. 

The taste of precum touched her lips, then the heat of his penis touched her mouth, and then, unable to control himself, Bharat sprayed his thick sperm load like a Holi pistol, splattering it on her eyes, nose, forehead, and lips.

Bharat opened his eyes and looked at her face, which got painted with his semen. Frightened by the mistake he had made. 

Geeta suddenly felt disgusted, got up, covered her mouth and nose, and ran for the washbasin.

"Miss, I'm sorry, it just happened," he said, running after her. 

Geeta, at the washbasin, splashed water on her face, washed it, and, disgusted, turned back and angrily slapped Bharat on the cheek.

He hugged her tightly right away. She calmed down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

"I know, but you should've been careful, ra. On my face, chee.

She pulled back and, holding Geeta's face, 

Bharat: "How did it feel?" he laughed.

Disgusted but laughing, she hit his chest and hugged him.

"Ugh, stupid. Yuck... dirty fellow."

"Hahaha..."

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The moon cast a silver glow through the window, illuminating the silent room where Geetha lay in her nightgown. A single white sheet was pulled up to her waist. Her head rested against a pillow, and her eyes were fixed on the ceiling. 

Beside her, Bharat's hands rested on her waist, his forehead pressed against the soft curve of her lips. His chest was bare, a stark contrast to her delicate nightgown.

“Miss…” Bharat’s voice was a soft whisper in the quiet room. “I’m a little worried about my results.”

Geetha’s hand, which had been idly stroking his back, stilled. “It’ll be fine,” she murmured, her voice a gentle assurance. “You studied well, and you said you wrote well, right?”

“This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t talked about me in class like that,” Bharat replied, the fear in his voice replaced with a hint of resentment.

Geetha’s brow furrowed. “What happened now?”

“Vikas knows we’re close.”

A pang of unease shot through her. Geetha sat up slightly, her voice laced with concern. “How does he know?”

“Miss, he caught me looking at you.” Bharat’s voice was a barely audible whisper. “But he won’t tell anyone.”

Geetha let out a long, slow breath. “It’s okay, academics is over anyway. Forget about it.”

“Hmm…”

A moment of silence hung between them before Bharat shifted, his hand sliding into the collar of her nightgown. She slapped his hand away. “I told you to go to sleep,” she said, her voice sharp.

Bharat’s gaze met hers. “Miss… You’re a little angry with me for doing this every time, aren’t you?”

Geetha’s expression softened. “No, ra… Actually, I like it when you do this. When I’m alone at home, it feels very dull.”

“Miss, I came here for tuition.” Bharat’s voice was a mix of playful mischief and genuine longing. “Did you think I came for tuition just for you?”

“I didn’t think that, ra. I just know that when you came for tuition, I didn’t get bored.”

Bharat’s leg found hers, and he kissed the area below her ear, on her neck. “Miss, whenever you feel bored, call me.”

“Hmm…”

“I’ll talk to you mischievously.”

A playful smile touched Geetha’s lips. “What else?”

“I’ll praise your beauty.”

“How will you praise it?”

He kissed her earring. “Mm… no.”

“I’ll remind you where I kissed you. I poured honey in your navel and licked it. Hide and seek caught your waist…” he said with a mischievous smile.

A blush spread across Geetha’s cheeks. “You remember a lot.”

“Miss, I remember every single minute I spent with you.”

Suddenly stirred, she hugged Bharat tightly. He embraced her, his heart beating against her chest, and kissed her neck lovingly.

“Miss, you said we’d go to Canada after my tournament, once you get there. Before we go, I want to be like this with you again and kiss you.”

“Of course. That’s why I said I’d take you to Canada. So that way, you’ll be with me for at least those four days.”

He rubbed his nose on her neck and inhaled her scent, stroking her waist over her nightgown. Geetha put her hands on his back and rubbed her fingers against his spine, enjoying the warm feeling.

“I’m going home.”

“Now?”

“Yes, I’m leaving. You sleep. If I stay, we’ll just be like this.”

They looked into each other’s eyes. “Why do you say that?”

 He squeezed her waist and she let out a loud exhale.

“Miss, something is happening to me. Do you understand?”

Yes, Bharat has a desire for Geetha that he thinks is wrong. He's worried inside that Geetha won't agree to it, but he can't say it out loud and wants to go home.

“Puppy?”

“I’ll take my leave, Geetha.”

Geetha’s lips curled into a smile. “I’ll slap you, for calling me Geetha.”

He got out of bed, picked up his t-shirt from the floor, and put it on. Geetha also got up, took his hands, and wrapped them around her waist. “Stay a little longer, dear.”

They both closed their eyes and hugged. “Thank you…”

“For what?”

“For teaching me tuition.”

“Puppy, I’ll take off my nightgown for you to kiss me. Don’t leave at midnight like this.”

“No… you sleep. My parents will come in the morning. I need to be home. I’ll be fine.”

She looked up. Bharat bent his neck and kissed her upper lip. They both kissed passionately, with heat, love, and desire, sharing saliva.

“Call me. Don’t forget me once Gautam Sir arrives.”

“I will. Play well, don’t think about me.”

“I’ll take my leave.”

“Bye.”

She sent Bharat off, closed the door, and fell asleep.

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A week later,

Karimnagar, Garrepalli village,

At Geetha's parents' house, after her parents went to sleep, in the next room,

Gautham was in bed, naked, covered with a blanket up to his chest.

A head was moving up and down under the blanket. He grabbed the braid and pulled it out. Geetha came out from under the blanket, wiped her mouth and smiled.

He laid Geetha down next to him and kissed her on the lips.

Gautham: Hey, do you do the same thing for him?

Geetha: Hmm... I felt like doing it, but I stopped myself.

Gautham: What do you mean...?

Geetha: What do I mean... I mean...

She hid her face shyly in Gautham's arms.
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To be continued………..

[Projectmp]

Short of words. Please give us warning if the update is so erotic and hot.So that we can read it in private space and at a suitable time.

[Nishikant.Wayal]

Dude! Didn't had so much hot chills in years! SUPERRRR.....
Episode before canada visit will more feverish...... Love your writing man

[val.coutinho]

Excellent update.... Keep going... I just want see where and when Bharat Gets his fill of intimacy with Geetha

[Haran000]

Short of words. Please give us warning if the update is so erotic and hot.So that we can read it in private space and at a suitable time.

Warning…. Bro you should warn yourself when you are about start reading this story. Hahaha…

Dude! Didn't had so much hot chills in years! SUPERRRR.....
Episode before canada visit will more feverish...... Love your writing man

Excellent update.... Keep going... I just want see where and when Bharat Gets his fill of intimacy with Geetha

Thank you guys

[Projectmp]

Eagerly waiting for next update and enjoy the independence weekend.

[Haran000]

14. See-Saw

Afternoon, April 21st,

A sleek black Hyundai Verna, fresh off the highway from Karimnagar, glided to a stop. 

Its journey ended in a quiet lane beside the Mogdumpura village petrol pump, pulling up before a house adorned with a festive tent and garlands, a statue of Gandhi standing sentinel nearby.

Gautam, tall stature in a crisp white Oxford shirt and coffee-colored formal pants, stepped out. He meticulously tucked the car's registration papers into the door's shelf before closing it. 

His amber eyes immediately found the house's entrance, where a curtain, swaying in the gentle breeze, revealed a woman of exquisite beauty. Her braid was woven with fragrant jasmine flowers. The moment her gaze met his, her small eyes lit up, a happy smile curved her lips, and a shiver of excitement ran through her.

With a jingle of her bangles, she pushed the curtain aside and hurried out the gate, down two steps, and took Gautam's right hand in hers. 

Following her, looking a little bewildered by Geetha's haste, was Sindhu. Gautam's eyes met hers.


"Hi, bava," Sindhu greeted.

"Hi, hi," Gautam replied. "How is everyone?"

"We're fine," Sindhu said.

Geetha remained silent, a picture of quiet joy. 

Gautam dbangd an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

"Please, come in," Sindhu welcomed.

Together, Gautam and Geetha walked into the house. 

Gautam settled into a chair, and Sindhu brought him a glass of water.

"Did Siva come?" Gautam asked.

"Yes, he came yesterday evening," Sindhu replied. "He's with Sai."

Just then, Deepa and her mother, Sumathi, entered from another room. 

Gautam greeted them with a respectful ‘namaste’.

"Auntie," Sindhu introduced, "this is our Geetha's husband, Gautam garu."

After a pleasant chat, Gautam, feeling the fatigue of his flight and the day's car registration errands, decided it was time to leave. He rose to go home. They insisted he stay for a meal, but he politely declined and headed outside. 

Geetha, also declaring she would go home with him, followed.

"Geetha, you must come tomorrow morning," Deepa called out.

"I will, I will," Geetha promised.

"Okay, Deepa. We'll get going," Gautam said. "I'll meet Sai tomorrow."

"Okay, brother," Deepa replied.

"Please rest, bava," Sindhu said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Our Geetha is with you now."

"Okay, Parvathi," Gautam said, a playful tone in his voice.

Sindhu blushed at the name.

"Do you know that, too?" Deepa asked, surprised.

"Yes, I do," Gautam confirmed.

"Please call me Sindhu, bava. Not Parvathi," she requested, her blush deepening.

"Hmm, okay. We'll get going," Gautam said.

"Okay, take care," Deepa said.

As they walked to the car, its newness was striking. A bright ribbon was tied across the front. Geetha's eyes, full of curiosity, met Gautam's.

"Let's go to the temple first, get the car blessed, and then head home," he said.

"You didn't tell me," she said.

"I thought it would be a surprise," he replied.

Geetha ran a finger over the car's bonnet, then wiped the faint dust away with the end of her saree. She walked to her side, opened the door, and got in. Gautam did the same, settling into the driver's seat.

"Why, though?" she asked, not complaining, but genuinely curious. "We had the old car, didn't we?"

"We're selling it secondhand," he explained.

"It would be nice to have someone else in the car, you know," she said, her voice dropping to a coy whisper, a blush coloring her cheeks.

Gautam leaned over and kissed her cheek. Smiling sweetly, she pouted her lips.

"We'll plan for that," he said with a wink.

"Hmm," she murmured, fidgeting with the corner of her saree.

Her eyes fell on the back seat, where a large curtain covered something. "What's that cover?" she asked.

Gautam glanced back. "It's for the heroine," he said.

"Wow, you're bringing a lot for your sister-in-law," she said, teasingly.

"She asked for it," Gautam replied. "Besides, I only brought it because you told me to."

Geetha impulsively kissed his cheek. He laughed, looking at her with eyes full of love.

"Did you think I wouldn't come?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Hmm... I had a small doubt," she admitted.

"Haha," he smiled.

The car started moving. "The car is nice," she adored.

"Hmm," he agreed.

Gautam shifted gears, then reached for her right hand, squeezing it gently.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said.

"Tell me," she insisted.

"It's nothing," he repeated.

She took his hand, warm and strong, and placed it around her neck. Gautam's fingers gently stroked her neck.

"How are the wedding preparations going?" he asked.

"What's there to say?" she replied. "I've been at Deepa's house for two days. Sindhu and I have been helping her with the work and telling her mother everything."

His hand moved, tracing a path down from her neck to the edge of her saree. 

Geetha looked at him, surprised. His index finger slipped further, under the folds of her saree, and touched her bust. 

Her pupils widened in astonishment. This was not like Gautam. 

Blushing, she playfully slapped his hand away. He took it back, laughing.

"What's with all this touching?" she said, her voice a mix of shock and amusement.

"Haha... just kidding," he said.

Gautam turned the steering wheel to the right and stopped near a Hanuman temple. They got out, offered their prayers, bought a coconut, and performed a small puja for the car. 

After receiving blessings from the priest, they set off for Geetha's native village, Garrepalli.

"Hey," Gautam said as they drove, "tomorrow, ninety-five lakhs will be deposited into your account."

Geetha laughed. "Ninety-five lakhs in my account?"

"Don't laugh. Listen," he said, and she looked at him intently. "Don't get me wrong. There was a small scam in Canada. I used it and sold my share in a project. That money will be deposited into your ICICI account."

"What do you mean by scam?" she asked, her smile fading.

"Phony shares," he explained. "I demarginated shares from the company I work for and profited from a different company's shares."

Geetha pouted. "I don't like these kinds of things, you know."

"I didn't do anything wrong," he said, his voice reassuring. "I just pulled a small trick in opportunity. It's not a good idea for the money to be in my account right now, so it's coming to yours."

"I don't like earning money with these tricks," she said. "I tell people my husband works in a foreign country genuinely."

"Oh,, listen to me. I didn't hide it from you, did I?" he reasoned.

"Hmm..."

"Then... I was a little greedy, okay? You should be proud that your husband brought in this money," he said, pinching her cheek. "There's no need to be so virtuous. I didn't plot anything, okay?"

"Okay..." she conceded.

Just before reaching Garrepalli, they passed the Neha Concept College. Gautam saw a mango orchard without a fence and stopped the car beside it. He got out and came around to her side, opening her door. She stepped out.

"Why did you stop here?" she asked. "Are you buying this mango orchard or something?"

"Not at all," he laughed. "Even if Siva offers fifty crores, he won't sell it to us."

They started walking into the orchard.

"Is this Siva's?" she asked, surprised. "I didn't even know, and I'm from this village."

"How would women know about these things?" he teased. 

She pinched his shoulder.

After walking past two trees, he suddenly grabbed her waist at the third row, leaning her against a tree. 

Her breathing hitched. With mischievous eyes, he bent his head and kissed her nose. 

She smiled, her eyes playful. 

His fingers tightened on her waist, and a flutter of excitement went through her. She tried to move away coyly, but he held her firm, pressing her back against the tree.

"What's this new thing?" she whispered.

"Is it bothering you?" he asked, his voice low.

"No," she said, twisting her neck, a look of delight on her face.

He placed a hand on her cheek, stopping her coy movements. Drunkenly, he inhaled the scent of the jasmine in her braid, tilted her head back, and kissed her lips. 

She shivered, her hands finding his head, holding him close. He deepened the kiss, then moved to her neck. Geetha moaned softly, a sound of pure desire.

"Mmm..." she sighed.

"You're so cute. I couldn't resist," he whispered.

"Hmm," she murmured, hugging him tightly. He pressed her against his chest, showering her neck with kisses.

Geetha took his hand from her waist, brought it up, and placed it on her left boob. Gautam felt the firm touch, and he squeezed. The suddenness of it caught her by surprise.

"Ahh..." she gasped.

He squeezed her boob with his fingers as he kissed her neck. Both of them were getting worked up. His hand didn't stop there. He slipped his fingers under the edge of her blouse, cupping her boob, which was trembling like a fresh mango. Geetha's body trembled.

"Oh god..." she moaned.

"Is this okay with you?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"I'm scared someone might come," she said.

"No one will come," he promised.

"Then it's okay," she said, her voice a whisper.

Gautam stepped back and turned her toward the tree. He unhooked the three blouse hooks on her back, then unhooked her white bra. He moved his hands to the front, fully cupping her boobs and squeezing them gently. 

Overcome with a wild desire, she cried out. He kissed her back, gently kneading her breasts.

"Umm… my sweety," he murmured.

"Ss... darling... fuck me..." she pleaded.

"Here?" he asked, his voice full of disbelief.

"Yes... please, darling..." she begged.

"It's difficult..." he began.

Before he could finish, she grabbed his hand that was kneading her right nipple, guided it down under the folds of her saree, and pressed it directly onto her wetness. 

Understanding her plea, Gautam granted her wish, stroking her in the exact spot she had shown him, all while kissing her back. 

Geetha, who had never expected this from him, was filled with a fierce desire. Her emotions and hormones surged at once.

He kissed her neck, provocatively measuring her hidden beauty with his fingers.

"Ash..." she whimpered.

"Hmm... let go..." he said, and she released his hand. His hand remained, and her lehenga fluttered between her thighs. Geetha gripped the tree bark with her fists.

"Aah..." she screamed.

Gautam didn't stop, intoxicated by her scent. With one hand, he squeezed her boob, and with the other, he pleasured her flower.

"Aah aah... hmm... haha..." she cried out wetting her hubbies fingers.

She stopped swaying, took a deep breath, and turned around. Gautam pulled his hand out. She leaned against the tree, smiling and blushing. He wiped his fingers with the corner of her saree.

"I love you, darling," she said.

He hugged her and kissed her, and they savored each other's lips. 

She was puzzled by what had come over them, why he had acted this way, and why this public intimacy was happening today when it had never happened before. But her mind was filled with a satisfaction and joy she had never felt.


As Geetha adjusted the pallu of her saree, she took her husband's hand. The subtle, yet tender touch was enough to send a shiver down her spine. 

The couple walked on, a quiet comfort settled between them after their brief, affectionate embrace. They arrived at the car and just pulled up to the village.

As they arrived at Geeth’s house, on the veranda, Gowri, Geetha's mother, stood up from where she was tidying a basket of dried fritters. Her face lit up with a welcoming smile. 

Goutham shut off the car's engine, and as he and Geetha walked toward her, he asked, "Auntie, is everything good?"

"Yes, everything is good, son-in-law. Come on in," Gowri replied, her voice filled with warmth.

"Did uncle go to work?" Goutham asked.

"Yes, he'll be back in the evening," she said.

As they took a step forward, the musical sound of anklets jingled from inside. 

A moment later, a young girl, full of youthful energy, came hopping and pouncing toward them like a playful rabbit. 

Amulya, Geetha's beloved younger sister.

She had eyes that sparkled like berries, cheeks as radiant as a chrysanthemum blushing with shyness, and a prominent, lively smile on her strawberry-red lips. 

Where Geetha was modest and demure, Amulya was the complete opposite—a whirlwind of life and energy. She was a scholar in her studies, a dancer in her movements, and an intellect in her thoughts. With a face of mesmerizing beauty and a spirit of fiery passion, her name, Amulya, which meant "precious," was fitting.

"Hi, Bava!" Amulya exclaimed.

"Hey, heroine! How are you?" Goutham responded with a smile.

Amulya, tilting her head and winking playfully, said, "Haha… yes I am!"

Goutham laughed. "Haha... Close your eyes."

"Why, Bava?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Just close. We'll tell you," Geetha chimed in.

Amulya obediently covered her eyes with her hands. 

Goutham opened the car's back door, pulled out a large cardboard box, and placed it in front of her.

"Now look," he said.

Amulya removed her hands, her eyes wide with anticipation. She excitedly peeled the sticker off the box and opened it to reveal a large, cream-colored teddy bear with a bright red nose. Her eyes widened with pure joy, and she let out a delighted squeal. She grabbed the bear, hugged it tightly, and spun around in a circle.

"Hey, girl, you'll get dizzy. Stop," Gowri said with a chuckle.

Amulya came to a halt.

"Go keep it in your room. It will get dusty here," Geetha suggested.

Amulya beamed. "Thanks, Bava!"

"You're welcome," Goutham said. "Let's go inside."

Geetha, Gowri, and Amulya went inside as Goutham parked the car. He then retrieved two bags, locked the car, and entered the house. Placing the bags on a chair, he handed a small jewelry box to Gowri.

"This is for you, Auntie" he said. "Geetha selected it."

"Why for me?" she asked, surprised.

"Consider it a gift, just like the one for Ammu," he replied. He then pulled out another box, revealing a watch. "And this is for uncle."

Geetha took out another packet and from it, a necklace box.

"Mom, look. This is for my sister," she said, opening it to reveal a delicate gold necklace and matching earrings. "Ammu, come here."

Amulya, having just returned from her room, took the necklace from Geetha's hand. 

"Thanks, Akka. It's awesome!"

Geetha showed her own necklace.

"Yours is even nicer," Amulya remarked.

"Then you take this one," Geetha offered.

"No, no, this one suits me just fine," Amulya said. "It's thin, you see."

"Alright, as you wish," Geetha smiled.

"Did you two eat?" Gowri asked, always the caring mother.

"No, auntie," Goutham replied.

"Okay, I'll cook rice in ten minutes," she said.

"Yes, and you go take a bath in the meantime," Geetha added, her voice full of affection. 

"Let me go switch on the heater."

As Goutham chatted with Gowri, Geetha slipped into the room and turned on the heater. 

She laid out Goutham's track pants, t-shirt, and underwear. As she searched for a towel, she was startled by a warm pair of hands wrapping around her waist from back. She held onto them, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Are you staying here tonight?" Goutham whispered, his voice a low rumble.

"I'm not," she replied, her heart fluttering.

"So I have to sleep alone?"

"What? Weren't you sleeping alone in Canada?"

"Even after coming here?"

"After the marriage," she said, turning to face him. "Besides, you're going to Sai's house anyway, aren't you?"

"I'm going tomorrow morning."

"So I should come here tonight?" she teased.

"That's what I'm saying," he murmured, his lips brushing against her cheek.

"What will you do if I come?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

He bent down and gently bit her cheek.

"Ouch," she playfully complained.

"Mmm," he hummed, pulling her closer.

"When I first saw you, you looked tired," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What happened in between to make you so romantic?"

"You weren't next to me until I got here. I became like this after seeing you," he said, his gaze intense.

"Oh my, is this really my Goutham?"

"Why?"

"Nothing, nothing," she said, laughing. "Did you get any training in Canada to want to kiss your wife in a mango orchard as soon as you arrived?"

He chuckled. 

"Haha... Okay, go take a bath and come, let's eat," she said, handing him the towel.

After Goutham took a bath, they ate and talked, their conversation filled with shared memories and future dreams. Goutham then slept for about an hour, recovering from his long journey.

In the evening, Shiva called and asked Goutham to come over. Goutham, however, wanted to see his father-in-law first. He met Jayaraj, dropped Geetha off at Deepa's house, and finally returned to Sai's house in Sultanpur.

As they had expected, the night offered no chance for them to be together. Goutham was swept away in a drinking session with his friends at Sai's house. Geetha, too, was busy preparing Deepa to be the bride on the 22nd, while Goutham was helping Shiva. They only talked on the phone, their voices a small comfort across the distance.

On the 23rd, they finally met again at the wedding. Shiva and Sindhu, Geetha and Goutham—the two couples were a lively presence. After the wedding, as music filled the air, the four of them began to dance. They soon pulled the newlyweds into their group, and everyone danced and celebrated.

Following the dancing, there were photos, the handing over ceremony, and the baraat. With all the festivities concluded, Deepakrithi stepped into her new home. Geetha stayed there with Sindhu, and Goutham with Shiva, their paths once again diverging for the night.
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To e continued…….

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