Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

 [The institution images are AI generated.]


The room fell back into a heavy silence as Bharat drifted toward sleep, his head pillowed in Geetha’s lap and his legs dbangd over her with the comfortable ease of a child. Geetha moved quietly, rising to cover them both with a soft blanket, careful not to disturb the fragile peace.


Suddenly, the sharp ring of a phone shattered the quiet. Geetha turned, reaching for the device on the nightstand. The name ‘Puppy’ flickered on the screen.

“Your mom is calling,” she whispered, nudging him gently. “Here, talk to her.”

Bharat blinked away the fog of sleep and took the phone. “Hello…” he murmured.

“Hello… Bittu?” the voice of Srinivas, his father, crackled through the line. “You called the other day, but you haven't spoken to us for two days since. Aren't you missing home, son?”

Bharat felt a pang of guilt. He had called upon landing, but the whirlwind of the trip had swept the thought of home from his mind. “Daddy… that… well…”

“Here, talk to your mother,” Srinivas said, passing the phone.

“What is this dear?” Susheela’s voice was thick with maternal worry. “You aren't calling at all. I don't know how to make these WhatsApp calls, so I just asked him to call you.”

Bharat sat up slightly, a wave of conflict washing over him. How had two days slipped by so easily? 
“Y... yes, Mom, I ate,” he replied to her inevitable first question.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s night here, Mom. I’m just about to go to sleep.”

“Everything is fine, right? You’re doing okay, Bittu?”

“Yes, Mom…”

“Don't go two days without calling,” she lectured gently. “You’ve gone across the borders to a different country.”

Srinivas’s voice returned in the background. “Your mother is getting very worried, son. You're doing well, right?”

“I’m fine, Daddy… I’m really enjoying it here. Don’t you guys tension yourselves.”

“Hmm… okay. Go to sleep then,” Susheela sighed, her anxiety partially quelled. “Call us after you wake up.”

“I will.”

“Did you give those things to Geetha?”

Bharat’s eyes widened. “Oh, I forgot, Mom. Thanks for reminding me. I’ll give them now.”

“Hmm… don't trouble Geetha, okay? Are you asking her to buy this and that for you?”

Bharat let out a short laugh. “Am I a small kid or what?”

“Alright… your friend Vikas mentioned that your results are coming out next week.”

“I know, Mom… we’ll be back there the day after tomorrow anyway.”

“Okay Bittu, go to sleep. Call us when you wake up; I want to talk to Geetha too.”

“Okay, Mom.”

After disconnecting, Bharat climbed out of the warmth of the bed and rummaged through his luggage. He produced a small, velvet jewelry box.

“Miss, I planned to give this to you as a birthday gift but I forgot, you know? Mom just reminded me,” he said, approaching the bed.

Geetha, clutching the blanket to her chin, looked up curiously. “What is it?”

He opened the box to reveal two shimmering gold bangles. Geetha’s eyes went wide. “Gold bangles? How did you buy these?”

Bharat sat on the edge of the mattress and pressed them into her hand. “We bought these for my sister for Rakshabandhan festival, Miss… but she passed away before that. They’ve been with me since then. I thought of buying something new for you, but since I already had these, I brought them. I asked Mom, and she said it was okay.”

A shadow of melancholy crossed Geetha’s face as she touched the gold. “But shouldn't you keep them as a memory of your sister? Why me—”

Before she could finish the protest, Bharat leaned in and kissed her, silencing her doubts. “If someone gives a gift, you should take it. Don’t ask why.”

Geetha smiled, the sparkle returning to her eyes. “Thanks. Go to sleep now.”

She rose to head toward the bathroom, but Bharat’s hand shot out, catching her wrist.

“Let go, I need to go to the toilet,” she insisted.

He released her, but like a restless honeybee drawn to a flower, he followed her a moment later. When he entered, Geetha was already seated on the commode. She looked up, her expression a mix of shock and irritation.

“Why did you come here? Go sleep,” she snapped.

“Miss, I can't sleep. I’m getting into the mood again.”

“So you came here for that? Chi, go away...”

“Do only you get the urge?” Bharat countered with a mischievous grin. “Don't I need to use the toilet too?”

He stepped directly in front of her, laughing at her visible discomfort.

“Chi, move aside, you dirty fellow. Let me finish,” she grimaced.

“Miss, let’s both go at the same time.”

“Have you gone mental in the middle of the night? Move!”

Ignoring her protests, Bharat leaned over, his eyes clouded with sudden lust. He gripped her waist and pushed her back, claiming the edge of the seat for himself. As they sat in intimate proximity, he began to kiss her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

“What are these crazy acts?” she whispered, though her resistance was fading.

“Miss, I probably won't do these crazy things with any other woman, only with you.”

The physical need took over. As the sound of their shared relief filled the small room, Bharat continued to pull her into a passionate embrace, his lips finding hers. The sheer taboo of the moment sent Geetha into a strange, erotic trance. When they finished, she slumped against his chest, exhausted and dazed.

“Miss,” Bharat teased, his voice low, “in a story called 'Jaya College Teacher,' the student licks the teacher after she urinated...”

“Chiee… smelly...” Geetha recoiled, though she didn't pull away.

“Miss, that teacher even lets him pee on her face and drinks a bit too.”

“Yuck… stop it, you mad! Do you read such things? Chi...”

“Hahahaha...” Bharat’s laughter echoed off the tiles.

“Disgusting...” she muttered, though she allowed him to lift her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her back to the sanctuary of the bed.

“I won't do such disgusting things, don't worry,” he promised as he tucked her back under the covers.

“You better not… I’ll kill you if you mention such things again.”

“You look so cute when you say that, like a little girl.”

“Okay, go to sleep now, come on,” Geetha pleaded, closing her eyes.

Bharat hovered over her, kissing her forehead. “Umm, Mom called just when I was falling asleep. Now I’m wide awake. Maybe another round will help me sleep.”

Geetha groaned. “Do you think I’m a sharpener? To keep putting a pencil in and sharpening whenever you want? Go to sleep. I shouldn't blame you, I should blame my husband for sending his wife to sleep with you.”

“Haha… what’s his fault, Miss? Sir is great. He agreed for you to romance me.”

“Hmm, play a game on your phone and sleep. Don't disturb me, dear, I’m tired.”

“Okay.”

Geetha turned away, pulling the blanket tight. Bharat took his phone, but instead of a game, he began scrolling through his gallery. He bypassed the tourist photos of Niagara Falls and began swiping further back. His thumb stopped on a photo of two women in nightwear. One was Geetha; the other was a very charming woman.



He tapped Geetha’s shoulder urgently. “Miss, Miss!”

“What now?” she grumbled.

He thrust the phone toward her. “Who is she, Miss? She looks like Kajal…!”

“My sister,” Geetha replied flatly.

“Your sister? You said you had a younger sister, you never mentioned an elder one.”

“My mothers elder sisters daughter (cousin).”

Bharat stared at the image of the woman, Sindhu, with an intensity that made Geetha’s stomach twist. “My God, Miss, how is she so beautiful? Her eyes alone are enough, they are so good.”

A sharp pang of jealousy flared in Geetha’s chest. “You are my puppy, don't praise her.”

Bharat caught the edge in her voice and grinned. “Hey, are you jealous? Haha...”

His laughter was cut short by a sharp pinch to his thigh.

“Can I ask a doubt?” he asked, rubbing the spot.

“What doubt at midnight? Sleep.”

“Please… I won't be able to sleep if I don't ask.”

“Ask...”

“You both look somewhat similar,” Bharat mused, “though of course, your sister is more beautiful than you—”

Geetha didn't wait for him to finish. “Fine, good night!” She yanked the blanket over her head.
“Abba, tell me… if your fathers are different, why is there such a close resemblance?”

Geetha’s voice came muffled from under the covers, sharp with annoyance. “Rey, do you even realize how foul-mindedly you are talking? Chi.”

“Just answer my doubt.”

She emerged, glaring at him. “Hmm… my mother and her mother are twins. That’s why she and I both took after our mothers. Okay?”

“I see. But why didn't you tell me all these days?”

“Because you didn't ask. Also, our families are not on speaking terms.”

“Why?”

“Why do you care? It’s a headache. Go to sleep.”

“Please tell me...”

Geetha sighed, her gaze drifting. “Even I don't know properly. My father and her father are enemies. Since my aunt liked me, we sisters became friends. Even then, I didn't know she was my sister until graduation.”

Bharat let out a chuckle.

“What’s the joke in this?”

“Earlier, when I asked about affairs before marriage, you told a story like a YouTube series,” Bharat said, shaking his head. “Now, this sounds like a 1990s Telugu faction movie with twins and enemies.”

“I was born in 1995, so it will be like that.”

“By the way, what’s her name?”

“Sindhu Priya.”

Bharat’s curiosity was piqued now. “Where does she live now?”

“I won't tell.”

“Why?”

“You are a thief, full of lust,” Geetha said, her jealousy simmering.

“Arre, tell me. Am I going to go to their house and check her out? Anyway, is she even in Hyderabad?”

“Yeah...”

“Oh! Where?”

Geetha saw the hunger in his eyes and felt a cold knot of resentment. “Why do you want to know?”

“Just to see her once in live.”

“I won't tell. You should only look at me.”

Bharat tried to soften his tone. “No matter who is more beautiful than you, you are my Milky okay?”

“Hmm… she is the wife of Shivaharan, whom you occasionally call 'Shiva Sir'.”

The revelation hit Bharat like a physical blow. “What the f***… really? Your sister is the wife of the famous Shivaharan? Abba, she is lucky to have married him, and he is even luckier to have her as his wife.”

He continued, oblivious to the storm gathering on Geetha’s face. “He probably fucks her every day, Miss. She is so beautiful after all.”

The slap echoed through the room.

“Don't bark whatever comes to your mouth, rascal!” Geetha hissed, her eyes flashing with rage.
Bharat recoiled, his hand flying to his reddened cheek. He lowered his head, the weight of his mistake sinking in. “Forgive me… my tongue slipped.”

“Their business is none of your concern,” Geetha warned, her voice trembling. “Don't praise her in front of me. You are mine, and you should be exactly how I want you to be. If you praise her one more time, I’m leaving.”

“No, no… stay,” he pleaded softly. “You are the beautiful one. I will look only at you.”

“Hmm...”

She snatched the phone from his hands and turned away. Bharat didn't argue. He moved closer, tucking his face into the crook of her neck, hiding there like a frightened puppy seeking shelter from a storm he had created himself.


Why does Geetha have such jealousy toward her best friend and sister, Sindhu? What is the reason?

[Haran000]

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During the Bharath Badminton Tournament, on the day he invited her to the match, Gautam called Geetha in the morning. He asked her to visit the newly constructing Elite Education Institutions (EEI) building in Karimnagar, belonging to Shiva. He suggested that if she liked it, she could work there as a teacher starting next year. Initially, Geetha refused as soon as she heard Shiva’s name, but after Gautam’s persuasion, she reluctantly left for Karimnagar.

On the Hyderabad-Karimnagar highway, there was a three-acre plot surrounded by a compound wall. Before reaching the spot, she saw a signboard: “Turn left to EEI.” She turned into the cement (CC) road as indicated and drove alongside the wall. Further ahead, she saw a banner: “Elite Education Institution - college is a playground of thoughts.”
However, there was no gate there. The road veered to the right. Geetha turned her car and drove a bit further until she finally reached the institution's gate.



When she stopped the car in front of the gate and honked, a watchman approached her and said, “Personal vehicles are not allowed inside, Madam.”

Peering out of the car, she saw the campus building far off in the distance.

Geetha: “It’s so far away. Why should I park here?”

Watchman: “Except for construction machinery and material loading vehicles, all other personal vehicles must be parked outside the gate. That is Shiva Sir’s rule.”

Annoyed, Geetha asked, “Oh? Does he also park here, or does he go all the way inside?”

Watchman: “No, no… he came in someone else’s car. That car is also parked here…” he said, pointing toward a Toyota Fortuner parked under a shed to the left.

Silently, she parked her car under the same shed. She adjusted her saree pallu, locked the car, and began walking.

“To come all the way to Karimnagar for this… tchk,” she muttered to herself as she walked toward the building under the scorching 11:00 AM sun.

There, Shiva was talking to a gentleman in a suit. Wearing a black half-sleeved polo T-shirt that clung to his biceps, Shiva looked casual—almost like a degree college student to Geetha’s eyes.

Nearby, the sounds of tools echoed as aluminum windows were being fixed to the walls. From behind the building, the sound of steel rods being cut could be heard.
Ignoring the surroundings, she checked her wristwatch and sat on a sofa in the building's entrance.

The truth that Geetha hated the most was that Shiva was very handsome.

Handsome in every sense—he was a scientist with Master’s degrees in both Robotics and Anthropology, a Ph.D. in Anthropology, and a philosopher. He had even received an award for a book he authored on Paleoanthropology.

While the world saw him as a highly skilled scientist, he had another side: he was a most wanted fraud and criminal involved in a drug scam. He had amassed nearly 250 crores. Only four of his accomplices were currently alive: District Collector Sainath, a Minister, a friend named Ganga, and college friend Gautam.


Using his share of the fraudulent money, he set up fake funding organizations to launder the cash as charity funding. He was now using that money to establish the Elite Education Institutions with state-of-the-art facilities.

The important thing to note is that neither Sindhu nor Geetha knew any of this.

Once Shiva finished talking to the gentleman, the man walked away.

Shiva watched him leave for a moment, shouted to the workers, “Brother, that section must be finished today!” and then looked directly at Geetha as he walked toward her.

Shiva: “Hey Geetha, how are you? We met at the wedding, and now only again.”

Geetha stood up and said bluntly, “I told you that day itself that I am not interested in working as a teacher for you. What magic words did you use to convince my husband? Anyway, I’m leaving. Tell him that I came and left.”

In a split second, Shiva reached out and held both her hands, stopping her.

Shiva: “Just because a chutney looks red, how can you say it’s spicy? You’ll only know the tanginess once you taste it. I asked you to come so you could see the place for yourself before deciding.”

Geetha: “There’s no need to see it. Even if I like what I see, I won't work here because you are involved. Let go of my hands; I need to leave. Don’t try to charm me with your words.”

Shiva: “Fine, I’ll tell Gautam Anna that you left without even looking at the place.”

Geetha: “Don’t.”

Looking straight into her eyes, Shiva said, “Then stay. I’m being serious—I need a high college Maths teacher. I invited you because I have faith that you teach well. Truly, I have no other intentions.”

Shiva’s eyes made it seem like he was telling the truth.

Geetha: “Shiva garu…”

Shiva: “Call me Bava (brother-in-law), my Mardala (sister-in-law).”

Geetha (Bluntly): “I absolutely will not.”

Shiva: “Hmm, fine. As you wish.”

Geetha: “Besides, we live in Hyderabad. How can I come all the way here?”

Shiva: “Gautam Anna told me you guys are shifting here.”

Geetha: “He didn’t tell me that.”

Shiva: “I don't know, but that's what he told me.”

Geetha: “Whatever… I’m still not interested.”

Shiva: “Even if you aren't interested, just take a look before you go. Gautam Anna has a share in this too. You are one of the owners. Just consider that you came to see how the work is progressing.”

Geetha fell into thought for a moment. Shiva held her hand and led her down the corridor.

Walking behind him, Geetha said, “It would be better if you let go of my hand.”

He let go, and she followed him. She couldn't stop herself from asking a doubt that was nagging her.

Geetha: “By the way… why is the parking outside? Won’t it be difficult if even the college vans are stopped there?”

Shiva: “Wait a minute, I’ll explain.”

After passing the entrance corridor, there was another entrance with glass doors. Above the doors was a map.



Standing there, Shiva said: "Look at that map. You might not have seen this at the main gate."

Geetha: "Hmm."

Shiva: "The reason I said vehicles shouldn't come past the main gate is that every student coming here gets about a kilometer of walk in the morning. If they enter by 9:30 AM, they only leave for home at 4:45 PM. Another kilometer walk in the evening. According to this, a person gets the minimum body movement required for a day. Whether it's students, teachers, a Minister, or even the Prime Minister—walking is mandatory. Health-wise, this was my first plan."

Geetha had the same doubt you might have.

Geetha: "What if there’s an emergency?"

Pointing at the map with his finger, Shiva said: "That’s why we connected a back exit to the highway. Moreover, looking at the Vastu, this is all east-facing."

Even though she wanted to appreciate Shiva's planning, Geetha laughed when he mentioned Vastu.

Geetha: "Does a scientist like you believe in Vastu?"

Shiva: "Blindly believing in Vastu is different; believing in it through science is different. If the back exit connects to the highway, ambulances, security officer, and fire engines can enter quickly. Since the rest of the buildings face east, there’s maximum sunlight. Even if we estimate it takes at least eight minutes for a person to walk eight hundred meters, those eight minutes provide Vitamin D3. Not only that, we used mostly transparent glass so that classrooms have natural lighting."

Geetha continued looking at the map to see what else was there.

Shiva: "Alright, not just here. Come on, you'll see for yourself as we walk around."
As she walked into the campus with Shiva, there were no people around. Geetha felt suspicious and didn't trust Shiva.

After passing two classrooms, he opened the door to a room. He signaled Geetha to come inside, and she stepped in.

The classroom was spacious, with benches arranged in three columns and a blue-yellow color palette. The walls were yellow and pink. There was a blackboard and a digital board. Above, there were a projector and fans. On the walls were maps of physics and paintings of science diagrams. In the corner opposite the door, there were four rows of lockers. There was a five-foot wall, and above it, large glass windows.



Shiva: "The classes look like this. They can keep their subject books in the lockers. They are fingerprint lockers."

As soon as he mentioned fingerprint lockers, Geetha was startled and snapped her head toward Shiva.

Shiva: "Yes. There’s no issue of someone stealing another’s belongings. And it’s full CCTV footage."

Geetha: "It’s good."

As they continued walking further, everything felt very rich to Geetha. Everywhere she looked, it was modern yet spiritual. The interior of the college building had a green and caramel combination color palette.



As she walked behind Shiva, she observed everything. There were small plants, notice boards, dustbins outside, and near a rack, some brooms, buckets, cleaning liquid bottles, fire extinguishers, and most importantly, a small white board with a marker next to every classroom door to write anything related to that class.

Then they reached the path leading to the dining hall.

Shiva: "Shall we see the dining hall first?"

Geetha: "As you wish."

Thinking so, they walked along that path. Everything was open, like walking in a temple mandapam way.



Shiva: "The reason we kept this open is to give children free movement. If it’s closed, it feels suffocating. For those who want to sit outside and eat, there are benches for them too."

Geetha was at a loss for words, wondering why someone would plan so extensively for a college.

After crossing that path and reaching the dining hall, each row was marked with a classroom number. At least twenty people could sit in each numbered row.

Shiva: "That side is the kitchen and the storage room connected to it. Now you might ask why this wasn't attached to the college building and why it's a hundred feet away."

Geetha: "Even if I don't ask, it seems you've decided to tell me anyway, so go ahead."

Shiva: "If an accident occurs here, like a gas blast or an electric circuit blast, the damage won't reach the college building."

Geetha: "Hmm..." she sighed.

Shiva: "The Intermediate section on that side is the same."

Without responding to Shiva, she turned back and walked toward the college.
Shiva: "Let's go to the laboratory."

Geetha: "What business does a Maths teacher have with a lab?"

Shiva: "Hmm, true. If you were a science teacher, we would have discussed a lot. But even Maths can be done there."

Geetha: "I haven't said yet that I will teach here. I have no intention of doing so now. By the way, doesn't Sindhu Akka (elder sister) say anything here?"

Shiva: "She is going to work as a professor at the University."

Geetha: "Oh... so if there’s any lady teacher here without Sindhu Akka around, you'll be busy spinning your top around her."

Shiva was watching Geetha's waist from behind.

Shiva: "That might happen if you were here, but you say you won't do it, right?" he said arrogantly.

Turning up her nose, Geetha said: "Fine, I’m leaving now. I’ve seen everything."

"Stop..." he said, grabbing her hand and stopping her.

When Geetha looked back angrily, he let go.

Shiva: "Have you thought about what I asked?"

Geetha: "I gave you my answer that day. Don't irritate me."

Shiva: "Okay... leave it. Come, I’ll show you the teacher’s dining, staff room, and library."

Geetha: "There’s no need to show anything. I have absolutely no intention of working where you are. And don't try calling me again or trying to convince Gautam Garu about these things. Goodbye..."

As she spoke decisively and walked away down the college corridor, he called out, "Kokila... stop..."

(Kokila = Nightingale)

That call stopped Geetha in her tracks. Suddenly, as if silence filled the surroundings, only the two of them were there, and only the sound of Shiva’s approaching footsteps could be heard.

After Shiva's shadow merged with hers, Geetha's eyes turned red; swallowing her past, she turned back and raised her hand to hit Shiva but stopped.

Geetha: "I've been like this until now because you are my sister's husband. If you call me that again, there will be no respect left."

Taking another step forward, Shiva said: "What I wanted to say...!"

Geetha: "You don't have the courage to say to my face, ‘you’re timepass for me, I have no love for you, you imagined it all,' but now that you find me beautiful and my husband isn't with me, you’re asking me to come for a night? Where do you get the face to call me that again? What else do you want to say?"

As she turned to leave in anger and sorrow, Shiva grabbed her hand, pulled her into a nearby classroom, and pinned her against the wall.

Looking directly into her eyes, he trapped her by placing both hands on either side of her against the wall.

Lowering her face in disgust, Geetha said: "Let go, Hara... whatever you do now will go to the security. You are irritating me a lot. I’m forgetting everything and living peacefully."

Shiva: "The moment I saw you, I felt like apologizing, but my desire for you grew. I thought you would have forgotten everything, and since you hadn't even seen my face, I thought I’d win you over in another way."

Geetha: "Move, I have to go. No matter what you do, I hate you. You have nothing but the arrogance of having everything. Finally, you’ve gone as far as making me remember the past now."

Shiva stood silently, staring without blinking, blocking her path. Despite not wanting to, Geetha looked into his eyes.

Inside, her love for Haran hadn't died yet. Having imagined so many things with a Haran whose identity she didn't know, she didn't like that the Haran she was now introduced to was so attractive beyond her imagination—or perhaps she liked it but wouldn't admit it.

In Shiva's proximity, her heartbeat quickened. Afraid she might succumb to Shiva's gaze, she lowered her eyes.

Geetha: "You’re the one who calls, and even when I tell you not to irritate me, you talk. Why did you come into my life? At home, they raised me as a girl who wasn't allowed to wander outside much. I wouldn't talk to any men. I was even afraid to talk and wouldn't trust anyone. Except you. Every day you spoke to me was so good. (Geetha teared up) You’d tell me stories, help me with doubts in my studies; even my father used to praise you. But I didn't know I was just time pass for you, and I grew feelings for you like a mad girl. I wanted you to praise me every day, to talk to me. I didn't know back then that your words were all illusions. I really am mad for trusting you without even knowing who you were. Enough now, please move, I have to go..."

Shiva: "Kokila, I loved you..."

Geetha: "Get out of my way..." she burst out.

Shiva covered her mouth and stopped her.

Shiva: "Listen to what I have to say once. Do you know that half the problems in the world are solved by listening to what the other person says?"

Sadly, Geetha said: "I don't know, I don't know anything. Back then I asked you and found out; now I don't want to know. Just leave me..."

Looking directly at her, he placed his hand on Geetha's waist and moved even closer. He lowered his face and stopped with his nose against hers.

Shiva: "I won't leave... I could force you right now, but I’m stopping because of the liking I have for your innocence. There is pleasure only in convincing you and enjoying you."

She slapped him.

Geetha: "You monster. Let me go."

He squeezed her waist.

Geetha: "Ah..."

Shiva: "Listen to what I say. I loved Parvati before I saw you. I can't tell you how much I loved her. But she went somewhere else. I didn't know where she went or what happened; I went to Europe for studies. I gave up hope, thinking that was it. Then you appeared when i came to your village Garrepalli; you looked somewhat like Parvati. Unexpectedly, I got acquainted with your father. I forgot Parvati and grew a liking for you. I spoke to you every day and loved you. I wanted to say... I love you..."

Geetha: "Once you found Sindhu, you left me to the wind, didn't you?"

Shiva: "I loved you, Geetha... I mean, I thought it was love. Parvati changed her name to Sindhu. When I found out she was coming as my junior to the university where I was studying..."

Geetha: "You abandoned me. You have no shame saying this. You should have at least told me this directly and breakup."

Shiva: "Understand, Geetha, I couldn't. I felt guilty. I knew I was deceiving you. I didn't know how to show my face, so I just left. I thought if you didn't see me, you’d eventually forget me."

Geetha: "Why are you reminding me again when I had forgotten?" she screamed.

Shiva: "Because I want you."

Geetha: "You didn't want me; you wanted her... you have so much love for her. Let me go."

He grabbed her waist with both hands and put his face to hers. Shiva's touch, his directness, and his boldness were making Geetha weak.

Shiva: "Let's forget all that. I want you. I've won over so many girls; my ego gets hurt when you're stubborn, you shorty."

Geetha: "Please let go... we are both married."

Shiva: "Yes... even so, don't you have a liking for me... look into my eyes and tell me?"

Unable to look, she turned her face away.

He kissed her right cheek.

Geetha: "Ooh-hoo, no."

He kissed her neck.

Being away from her husband and having no romance with Bharat for a week stirred a longing in her. The fact that her liking for Haran hadn't completely vanished was Shiva's advantage.

Shiva: "Sindhu doesn't know, Gautam definitely doesn't know. They would never believe I did this."

He turned Geetha around, pressed her against the wall, and showered kisses on her spine, reaching her shoulders and biting her soft skin hungrily.

Geetha: "Ah..." she tried to stop him by putting her right hand back.

Shiva: "There's nothing wrong with this, just once; if you want, you can continue again."

Geetha didn't have the strength to break Shiva's hold. As he massaged her lower abdomen and kissed her neck and shoulders, her body succumbed to the pleasure even if her mind didn't agree.

As Shiva mindlessly breathed in Geetha's fragrance and showered kisses on her back, unable to stop him, she began to savor the warmth of the kisses, pressing her hands against the wall.

He came up and kissed behind her ear.

With a warm, intoxicating breath, Shiva said: "There are some things I can't do with Sindhu. I want them with you."

Geetha: "Don't force me, stop."

Shiva: "You are agreeing."

He reached up with his right hand, cupping her right boob from underneath and squeezing it softly.

As Shiva's large hands firmly kneaded her, her nipples hardened with arousal, and desire began to stir.

She turned her neck back past her shoulder to look. Noticing her look, Shiva turned her toward him, embraced her, and went to kiss her lips.

Geetha: "Mmm..." she moaned, shaking her head sideways.

She closed her eyes in fear.

He let go of Geetha, pressed his hands against the wall, and stood there in silence, just watching her.

When Geetha felt Shiva’s physical presence pull back for a few moments, she slowly lifted her eyelids. His handsome blue eyes and the beauty of the mole in one of them cast a spell on her.

Taking a deep, silent breath to steady herself, she suddenly couldn't resist. She cupped Shiva's cheeks, leaned in, and kissed him.

Pressing against her waist, he pulled her into his lap, and they both lost themselves in a deep, passionate kiss.

Sharing such intimacy with a man other than her husband sparked a new kind of excitement in Geetha, but realizing it was clouding her judgment, she pushed him away.

Shiva: "You are missing out on this, and I am longing for it. There is no difference between us."

He stepped forward and kissed her again.

Partially yielding to Shiva's persistence and partially gripped by anxiety, she simply couldn't give up savoring the sweetness of that kiss.

Even so, Gautam came to mind, and Bharat came to mind. Her anger toward Shiva remained. Her conscience could not agree to surrendering to him.

Gathering more strength this time, she pushed him away firmly and ran out of the room. Wiping her mouth, she went and stood where the workers were, pretending to observe the work.

Shiva slowly followed; he couldn't do anything in front of people.

Shiva: "You came by car, right? Let’s go to Hyderabad together."

Geetha: "No… I will visit my mother-in-law’s family here and leave tomorrow."

She lied.

Shiva: "In that case, drop me at the bus stand."

Feeling obligated, she said, "Okay."

On the way to the bus stand, while they were on the highway, Shiva tried to kiss her again in the car. Fuming with anger, she dropped him right there on the middle of the road and drove away to Bharat's tournament.

Geetha will not yield to Shiva because she fell in love with Bharat long ago and has wholeheartedly consented to physical intimacy with him. Haran was only her first love.

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[Haran000]

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The golden morning light filtered through the canopy of leaves like a shimmering sieve, dancing across Gautham’s face. He lay motionless on the poolside couch where he had spent the night in isolation.

As he slowly blinked his eyes open, a wave of confusion washed over him; he couldn't quite remember the exact moment exhaustion had finally claimed him. 

He reached for his phone, the screen’s harsh glow cutting through the dawn to reveal the time: 6:30 AM. A sudden shiver racked his body. Rubbing his hands against his pale, chapped cheeks to ward off the morning chill, he stood up and began the long, quiet walk back into the house.

He ascended the stairs toward the bedroom, his mind racing with the quiet hope—or perhaps the dread—that they were still asleep. Reaching the landing, he noticed the door wasn't fully shut; it stood slightly ajar, casting a thin sliver of light into the hallway.

Gautham pushed it just enough to see. 

There, in the dim, pre-dawn shadows, his wife was locked in an intimate embrace with the college student. 

Bharat held Geetha firmly from the side, their bodies moving in a rhythm that shattered the morning silence. 

They both having their morning fuck.



Geetha: “Mmm… mmm…”

Bharat: “Let’s shower together, Miss.”

Geetha: “He will call for me.”

The words, coupled with the sight, struck Gautham with the physical force of a heavy stone thrown against his chest. He recoiled, pulling the door shut with a sharp jerk and clutching his head as if to keep his thoughts from fracturing.

He had spent the entire night shivering in the cold, haunted by the agonizing reality that he was the one who had sent his wife into another man’s arms. But witnessing the raw reality of his choice was a different kind of pain—one that he never actually wanted to witness—robbed the strength from his legs and left him collapsing onto the floor, broken and undone.
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To be continued……………

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[Kore shivkant]

These updates clearly shows geetha's love for bharath....she stopped Shiva because of her love for Bharath it is awesome and now gawtham will understand the love of geetha and Bharath.....I wish I had a geetha teacher like this..... awesome writing haran hats off.....this story is going to be the best in xossipy without any doubt..... The drug scam by Shiva and gawtham never expected this twist..willing to see how this will bring geetha bharath and Sindhu together.....

And Thanks for writing this story in English bro otherwise I would have missed an amazing story.......
As always waiting for the next update........

[Haran000]

These updates clearly shows geetha's love for bharath....she stopped Shiva because of her love for Bharath it is awesome and now gawtham will understand the love of geetha and Bharath.....I wish I had a geetha teacher like this..... awesome writing haran hats off.....this story is going to be the best in xossipy without any doubt..... The drug scam by Shiva and gawtham never expected this twist..willing to see how this will bring geetha bharath and Sindhu together.....

And Thanks for writing this story in English bro otherwise I would have missed an amazing story.......
As always waiting for the next update........

Thank you so much bro.

[Devraj048]

Wow very nice and hot update waiting for next one!!!

[Haran000]

Wow very nice and hot update waiting for next one!!!

Thank you 

[yenjvoy]

 [The institution images are AI generated.]


The room fell back into a heavy silence as Bharat drifted toward sleep, his head pillowed in Geetha’s lap and his legs dbangd over her with the comfortable ease of a child. Geetha moved quietly, rising to cover them both with a soft blanket, careful not to disturb the fragile peace.


Suddenly, the sharp ring of a phone shattered the quiet. Geetha turned, reaching for the device on the nightstand. The name ‘Puppy’ flickered on the screen.

“Your mom is calling,” she whispered, nudging him gently. “Here, talk to her.”

Bharat blinked away the fog of sleep and took the phone. “Hello…” he murmured.

“Hello… Bittu?” the voice of Srinivas, his father, crackled through the line. “You called the other day, but you haven't spoken to us for two days since. Aren't you missing home, son?”

Bharat felt a pang of guilt. He had called upon landing, but the whirlwind of the trip had swept the thought of home from his mind. “Daddy… that… well…”

“Here, talk to your mother,” Srinivas said, passing the phone.

“What is this dear?” Susheela’s voice was thick with maternal worry. “You aren't calling at all. I don't know how to make these WhatsApp calls, so I just asked him to call you.”

Bharat sat up slightly, a wave of conflict washing over him. How had two days slipped by so easily? 
“Y... yes, Mom, I ate,” he replied to her inevitable first question.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s night here, Mom. I’m just about to go to sleep.”

“Everything is fine, right? You’re doing okay, Bittu?”

“Yes, Mom…”

“Don't go two days without calling,” she lectured gently. “You’ve gone across the borders to a different country.”

Srinivas’s voice returned in the background. “Your mother is getting very worried, son. You're doing well, right?”

“I’m fine, Daddy… I’m really enjoying it here. Don’t you guys tension yourselves.”

“Hmm… okay. Go to sleep then,” Susheela sighed, her anxiety partially quelled. “Call us after you wake up.”

“I will.”

“Did you give those things to Geetha?”

Bharat’s eyes widened. “Oh, I forgot, Mom. Thanks for reminding me. I’ll give them now.”

“Hmm… don't trouble Geetha, okay? Are you asking her to buy this and that for you?”

Bharat let out a short laugh. “Am I a small kid or what?”

“Alright… your friend Vikas mentioned that your results are coming out next week.”

“I know, Mom… we’ll be back there the day after tomorrow anyway.”

“Okay Bittu, go to sleep. Call us when you wake up; I want to talk to Geetha too.”

“Okay, Mom.”

After disconnecting, Bharat climbed out of the warmth of the bed and rummaged through his luggage. He produced a small, velvet jewelry box.

“Miss, I planned to give this to you as a birthday gift but I forgot, you know? Mom just reminded me,” he said, approaching the bed.

Geetha, clutching the blanket to her chin, looked up curiously. “What is it?”

He opened the box to reveal two shimmering gold bangles. Geetha’s eyes went wide. “Gold bangles? How did you buy these?”

Bharat sat on the edge of the mattress and pressed them into her hand. “We bought these for my sister for Rakshabandhan festival, Miss… but she passed away before that. They’ve been with me since then. I thought of buying something new for you, but since I already had these, I brought them. I asked Mom, and she said it was okay.”

A shadow of melancholy crossed Geetha’s face as she touched the gold. “But shouldn't you keep them as a memory of your sister? Why me—”

Before she could finish the protest, Bharat leaned in and kissed her, silencing her doubts. “If someone gives a gift, you should take it. Don’t ask why.”

Geetha smiled, the sparkle returning to her eyes. “Thanks. Go to sleep now.”

She rose to head toward the bathroom, but Bharat’s hand shot out, catching her wrist.

“Let go, I need to go to the toilet,” she insisted.

He released her, but like a restless honeybee drawn to a flower, he followed her a moment later. When he entered, Geetha was already seated on the commode. She looked up, her expression a mix of shock and irritation.

“Why did you come here? Go sleep,” she snapped.

“Miss, I can't sleep. I’m getting into the mood again.”

“So you came here for that? Chi, go away...”

“Do only you get the urge?” Bharat countered with a mischievous grin. “Don't I need to use the toilet too?”

He stepped directly in front of her, laughing at her visible discomfort.

“Chi, move aside, you dirty fellow. Let me finish,” she grimaced.

“Miss, let’s both go at the same time.”

“Have you gone mental in the middle of the night? Move!”

Ignoring her protests, Bharat leaned over, his eyes clouded with sudden lust. He gripped her waist and pushed her back, claiming the edge of the seat for himself. As they sat in intimate proximity, he began to kiss her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

“What are these crazy acts?” she whispered, though her resistance was fading.

“Miss, I probably won't do these crazy things with any other woman, only with you.”

The physical need took over. As the sound of their shared relief filled the small room, Bharat continued to pull her into a passionate embrace, his lips finding hers. The sheer taboo of the moment sent Geetha into a strange, erotic trance. When they finished, she slumped against his chest, exhausted and dazed.

“Miss,” Bharat teased, his voice low, “in a story called 'Jaya College Teacher,' the student licks the teacher after she urinated...”

“Chiee… smelly...” Geetha recoiled, though she didn't pull away.

“Miss, that teacher even lets him pee on her face and drinks a bit too.”

“Yuck… stop it, you mad! Do you read such things? Chi...”

“Hahahaha...” Bharat’s laughter echoed off the tiles.

“Disgusting...” she muttered, though she allowed him to lift her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her back to the sanctuary of the bed.

“I won't do such disgusting things, don't worry,” he promised as he tucked her back under the covers.

“You better not… I’ll kill you if you mention such things again.”

“You look so cute when you say that, like a little girl.”

“Okay, go to sleep now, come on,” Geetha pleaded, closing her eyes.

Bharat hovered over her, kissing her forehead. “Umm, Mom called just when I was falling asleep. Now I’m wide awake. Maybe another round will help me sleep.”

Geetha groaned. “Do you think I’m a sharpener? To keep putting a pencil in and sharpening whenever you want? Go to sleep. I shouldn't blame you, I should blame my husband for sending his wife to sleep with you.”

“Haha… what’s his fault, Miss? Sir is great. He agreed for you to romance me.”

“Hmm, play a game on your phone and sleep. Don't disturb me, dear, I’m tired.”

“Okay.”

Geetha turned away, pulling the blanket tight. Bharat took his phone, but instead of a game, he began scrolling through his gallery. He bypassed the tourist photos of Niagara Falls and began swiping further back. His thumb stopped on a photo of two women in nightwear. One was Geetha; the other was a very charming woman.



He tapped Geetha’s shoulder urgently. “Miss, Miss!”

“What now?” she grumbled.

He thrust the phone toward her. “Who is she, Miss? She looks like Kajal…!”

“My sister,” Geetha replied flatly.

“Your sister? You said you had a younger sister, you never mentioned an elder one.”

“My mothers elder sisters daughter (cousin).”

Bharat stared at the image of the woman, Sindhu, with an intensity that made Geetha’s stomach twist. “My God, Miss, how is she so beautiful? Her eyes alone are enough, they are so good.”

A sharp pang of jealousy flared in Geetha’s chest. “You are my puppy, don't praise her.”

Bharat caught the edge in her voice and grinned. “Hey, are you jealous? Haha...”

His laughter was cut short by a sharp pinch to his thigh.

“Can I ask a doubt?” he asked, rubbing the spot.

“What doubt at midnight? Sleep.”

“Please… I won't be able to sleep if I don't ask.”

“Ask...”

“You both look somewhat similar,” Bharat mused, “though of course, your sister is more beautiful than you—”

Geetha didn't wait for him to finish. “Fine, good night!” She yanked the blanket over her head.
“Abba, tell me… if your fathers are different, why is there such a close resemblance?”

Geetha’s voice came muffled from under the covers, sharp with annoyance. “Rey, do you even realize how foul-mindedly you are talking? Chi.”

“Just answer my doubt.”

She emerged, glaring at him. “Hmm… my mother and her mother are twins. That’s why she and I both took after our mothers. Okay?”

“I see. But why didn't you tell me all these days?”

“Because you didn't ask. Also, our families are not on speaking terms.”

“Why?”

“Why do you care? It’s a headache. Go to sleep.”

“Please tell me...”

Geetha sighed, her gaze drifting. “Even I don't know properly. My father and her father are enemies. Since my aunt liked me, we sisters became friends. Even then, I didn't know she was my sister until graduation.”

Bharat let out a chuckle.

“What’s the joke in this?”

“Earlier, when I asked about affairs before marriage, you told a story like a YouTube series,” Bharat said, shaking his head. “Now, this sounds like a 1990s Telugu faction movie with twins and enemies.”

“I was born in 1995, so it will be like that.”

“By the way, what’s her name?”

“Sindhu Priya.”

Bharat’s curiosity was piqued now. “Where does she live now?”

“I won't tell.”

“Why?”

“You are a thief, full of lust,” Geetha said, her jealousy simmering.

“Arre, tell me. Am I going to go to their house and check her out? Anyway, is she even in Hyderabad?”

“Yeah...”

“Oh! Where?”

Geetha saw the hunger in his eyes and felt a cold knot of resentment. “Why do you want to know?”

“Just to see her once in live.”

“I won't tell. You should only look at me.”

Bharat tried to soften his tone. “No matter who is more beautiful than you, you are my Milky okay?”

“Hmm… she is the wife of Shivaharan, whom you occasionally call 'Shiva Sir'.”

The revelation hit Bharat like a physical blow. “What the f***… really? Your sister is the wife of the famous Shivaharan? Abba, she is lucky to have married him, and he is even luckier to have her as his wife.”

He continued, oblivious to the storm gathering on Geetha’s face. “He probably fucks her every day, Miss. She is so beautiful after all.”

The slap echoed through the room.

“Don't bark whatever comes to your mouth, rascal!” Geetha hissed, her eyes flashing with rage.
Bharat recoiled, his hand flying to his reddened cheek. He lowered his head, the weight of his mistake sinking in. “Forgive me… my tongue slipped.”

“Their business is none of your concern,” Geetha warned, her voice trembling. “Don't praise her in front of me. You are mine, and you should be exactly how I want you to be. If you praise her one more time, I’m leaving.”

“No, no… stay,” he pleaded softly. “You are the beautiful one. I will look only at you.”

“Hmm...”

She snatched the phone from his hands and turned away. Bharat didn't argue. He moved closer, tucking his face into the crook of her neck, hiding there like a frightened puppy seeking shelter from a storm he had created himself.


Why does Geetha have such jealousy toward her best friend and sister, Sindhu? What is the reason?

Just curious, why the reluctance to explore water sports more fully like the jaya story? It's all fantasy anyway ?

[Kedibillaa]

Super update. At last Gautham saw what he was waiting for.

[Kore shivkant]

Toilet scene is amazing man.... possessiveness of geetha shows her love towards bharath.....I wish the author(haran) will continue with their morning fuck (even though with gawtham is next room well awake) in the next update.......I lost count of the reading these updates.....hope the next update will come soon.....

[Sage_69]

Gautham shocked, Bharat rocked, Geetha got...focked?

[Haran000]

Just curious, why the reluctance to explore water sports more fully like the jaya story? It's all fantasy anyway ?

Let’s take it slow. Let Geetha be ready for anything. Let her mind accept that she is a maid to bharath completely. Let Bharath become completely conscious that he don’t have to think of what his teacher might feel before doing anything.

Super update. At last Gautham saw what he was waiting for.

Toilet scene is amazing man.... possessiveness of geetha shows her love towards bharath.....I wish the author(haran) will continue with their morning fuck (even though with gawtham is next room well awake) in the next update.......I lost count of the reading these updates.....hope the next update will come soon.....

Gautham shocked, Bharat rocked, Geetha got...focked?

Thank you all guys.

[Kore shivkant]

Let’s take it slow. Let Geetha be ready for anything. Let her mind accept that she is a maid to bharath completely. Let Bharath become completely conscious that he don’t have to think of what his teacher might feel before doing anything.

Great....never expected this.....this is going to be the best story

[Haran000]

Many people are reading but only 9 likes for an update?

[Kore shivkant]

Many people are reading but only 9 likes for an update?

Definitely likes will increase haran.....you writing is amazing so surely likes will increase......

[Kore shivkant]

I hope in future shiva will not disturb geetha...the story is really awesome when it involves geetha and Bharath..... shiva as guest appearance is good but when comes to sex part geetha and Bharath create a magic....and definitely it is my point of view.....it is not a suggestion.......

[Haran000]

I hope in future shiva will not disturb geetha...the story is really awesome when it involves geetha and Bharath..... shiva as guest appearance is good but when comes to sex part geetha and Bharath create a magic....and definitely it is my  point of view.....it is not a suggestion.......

In Telugu section also many readers not wanting shiva.

[readersp]

Haran garu, your story is an epic..between Geetha and Bharat. Your Shiva character from the beginning appears dominating , little cruel. If Geetha goes with him it would be because of force and not out of free will. With Bharat it is consensual and hence the connect with the readers. We all look forward to this epic saga to continue between Geethan and Bharat, both in Telugu and English. You rock!!!

[Kedibillaa]

Shiva looks like a forced insertion only to make geeta a slut.

[yenjvoy]

On the contrary, I feel Shiva adds a thrill of danger into the story. He is , mysterious and unpredictable. Geetha is fascinated by him. She does not trust herself around him. This adds an unpredictable element into the story. I like it.