Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Kore shivkant]

Is there any possibility for the weekend update?????

[priyad2000]

waitng for an update

[girrich9486]

Hello friends... Any one interested cuck.... pls msg me pvt... I will send

[Kore shivkant]

When will be the next update haran bro??????

[Kore shivkant]

Any possibility for the weekend update haran bro??? Just came to see geetha teacher......

[Kore shivkant]

When will be the next update bro?????? waiting to see how Bharat take control of her lover Geetha....

[Celeb41]

Please update a new post also one suggestion for author try reading The Hunt story on this site. U can pic up some nice domination ideas and conversation.

[priyad2000]

hi pls continue

[Mahesh]

Dont know how did i miss this story. Gem.

[Kore shivkant]

Is there any update today haran bro??????

[Kore shivkant]

Waiting for the update haran bro????

[Haran000]

The car pulled up on the desolate, ink-black road, coming to a halt twenty feet behind the parked vehicle. When the engine cut out, the sudden silence of the night felt heavy. Evelyn stepped out, the sharp slam of her door echoing through the trees as she marched toward Gautam’s car.


As she drew closer, a dim red glow bled through the dark tint of the windows. Curious—and perhaps a little suspicious—about why they had stopped in such a remote place, she leaned down, pressing her face against the cool glass to peer inside.

The interior was a blur of rhythmic motion. Geetha was bent forward, her silhouette framed by the cramped quarters of the backseat, while Gautam held her firmly by the waist. Evelyn felt a smirk touch her lips, but her eyebrows shot up when she noticed Bharath sitting right there, a front-row spectator to the intimacy. Because of Geetha’s lush curves, Gautam seemed to be struggling, straining to find the depth he sought.

"Mm… push harder, darling…" Geetha’s voice was a low, honeyed moan as she bit her lip.

Gautam let out a ragged breath. Realizing the angle wasn’t working, he backed off, offering himself to her mouth instead.

The moment Geetha finished taking him in, Evelyn decided she had seen enough of the silent film and tapped sharply on the glass. The sudden sound made Geetha gasp; she recoiled, her eyes widening at the ghostly handprints visible on the window before she reflexively hugged Gautam for cover.

Gautam hurriedly fumbled for the controls, lowering the window. The second the glass slid down and revealed Evelyn’s face, Bharath let out a sharp peal of laughter.

"Why did this slut come here?" Gautam hissed into Geetha’s ear, his voice a jagged whisper. "I told her not to."

Evelyn stepped back, waiting with practiced patience. Inside, the frantic rustle of fabric followed as Geetha and Gautam straightened their clothes, trying to reclaim some semblance of composure. Bharath, still grinning, pushed open the front door.

"So," Evelyn said, her English crisp and pointed. "You just watch while they have sex in the car?"

Bharath shrugged nonchalantly. "It’s not the first time."

"I can tell," Evelyn remarked, her eyes darting between the three of them. "You three are very close."

As she spoke to Bharath, Gautam exited the rear. He walked around, shutting the door on Bharath’s side with a firm thud before leading Evelyn a few paces behind the car, away from prying ears.

From the rear window, Geetha watched them, her eyes flashing with a mix of jealousy and adrenaline. She wiped her mouth with the embroidered end of her saree, then turned and delivered a stinging slap to Bharath’s cheek.

"Ah… why?" Bharath winced, rubbing his face. "He hit me, and now you’re hitting me too?"

"You disgusting boy," Geetha snapped, her face flushed. "You made me swallow it."

"Well, I got turned on too," he countered, unrepentant.

"Don't speak," she warned, "or you'll get beaten more."

Outside, the tension took a different turn. Evelyn and Gautam moved into each other's space, embracing and kissing with a desperate passion that suggested a long history.

"Miss, look outside," Bharath whispered, his tone shifting. "They are kissing."

Geetha turned her head, watching her husband lose himself in another woman. Taking advantage of her distraction, Bharath leaned into the curve of her neck, his lips grazing her skin.

"Miss, Gautam sir must be having an affair with her," he murmured against her ear.

Geetha didn’t pull away. Instead, she ran her fingers through Bharath’s hair, her gaze fixed on the scene outside. A soft, "Mm..." escaped her as she watched the silhouettes through the glass. Bharath began to nibble on her earring, his breath hot and ragged.

"Mm… see, Miss? He’s here, and you couldn't stay in Hyderabad without sex. It’s not wrong for us to be like this, right?"

Geetha fell silent, her mind racing as she looked into his eyes.

 Bharath leaned in, kissing the tip of her nose with intoxicating slowness. "Was it enough?" he asked.

"What?"

"If it wasn't enough," he said, his voice dropping an octave, "I'm ready."

She lowered her gaze, her eyes landing on the prominent bulge in his trousers.

"Now?" she whispered.

"You even did it in the car, Miss… I’m so in the mood. I could have fuck you longer."

"Mm… sit back," Geetha urged, though her voice lacked conviction. "If Evelyn sees, it won't look good."

"Miss, Gautam sir is kissing her right in front of us," Bharath pointed out.

Geetha looked out again. The intensity had broken; Gautam and Evelyn were now standing a few feet apart, talking with a domestic normalcy that felt even more jarring than the kiss.

"Aren't you suspicious?" Bharath asked.

"He told me," Geetha replied simply.

"When?"

"The other day."

"Weren't you angry?"

"Uh-huh," she signaled a 'no'.

Bharath moved his lips below her ear, his voice a ghost of a sound. "Do you think he suspects us?"

"Maybe…"

He pressed his lips to the pulse point in her neck. "Mm… I want to have you right in front of your husband," he whispered, punctuating the sentence with a sharp nip of his teeth.

Geetha winced at the sting, holding his head to steady him. "Sss… you say that, but I’m afraid of whether he’ll agree or get angry."

They shared a look of mutual longing, the air in the car thick with unspoken permissions.

"Even if it’s wrong to do it with Evelyn, why did you agree?" Bharath asked, half-joking.

"Because he didn't hide it from me."

"He must suspect us," Bharath concluded.

"Yeah..."

He took her right hand, kissing each knuckle. "Will you, Gautam sir, and Evelyn be in the same room tonight?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe he wants to have both you and Evelyn tonight."

The thought struck Geetha like a physical blow—new, terrifying, and strangely alluring. But Bharath was missing a piece of the puzzle; he didn't know that Evelyn’s eyes had been on him as well.

"Can we do that?" she asked, her voice sounding small and innocent.

"We can… you can even do it with both of us if you want," Bharath laughed, the sound low and wicked.

"Stop it, you crazy boy."

He stroked her cheek, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "Tonight, Evelyn will be with Gautam sir. You come to me."

Geetha leaned in, kissing his chin. "I don't know… you guys don't give me a single day's gap."

"I won't leave you for even half a day. I want it right now."

"They might come," she breathed, glancing at the window.

The two outside were still talking. Bharath reached out, lifting the silk of her saree to expose her thighs, his hand squeezing the soft skin. Geetha didn't move away; instead, she placed her hand over his zipper, feeling the heat beneath the fabric.

"Don't…" she whispered, biting her lip. "We won't be able to stop in the middle."

"They’re busy talking. If they come, I'll stop."

"No, I don't like it that way."

"Tell me," Bharath pressed, his eyes searching hers. "Was it enough when your husband did?"

"Don't ask like that, it feels wrong."

"Tell me anyway."

"Uh-huh," she murmured, another 'no'.

"Do you like them being together?"

"It’s his wish."

"So, if Gautam sir tells you to leave me, you’ll let me go?"

Geetha pulled his face toward her, kissing his forehead with fierce possessiveness. "No… whatever he does is okay, but I want you."

"Then you have to listen to what I say."

"Meaning?"

He squeezed her waist hard.

"Ah!"

"Until we go back to India, you have to listen to me, Milky."

The nickname and the heat of his touch made her resolve crumble. "You're doing too much lately," she panted. "Is it because I'm giving in to you?"

"What, won't you listen?" he asked, his grip tightening.

"Mm… I’ll listen," she surrendered, her breath hitching.

They kissed, a desperate, messy collision of lips.

"I want to have you like yesterday. Bend for me," he growled.

"Puppy... I'm scared. With both of you..." She trailed off, a deep, shuddering sigh escaping her.

He gave her one more short kiss, his expression softening. "Tell me. If anything is too hard for you, I won't come between you."

The promise felt like a safety net. Geetha felt a surge of genuine affection for the boy who had become her shadow. "Will you give me your word?"

"Yes… I swear on my dick. Tell me."

Geetha hesitated. "Do you want Evelyn?"

"She’s good-looking, but why are you asking about her?"

"She wants my 'puppy'."

Bharath’s eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah… she has her eye on you. I said no."

He didn't answer immediately, instead burying his face in her neck, kissing her hungrily. Geetha let out a dry, nervous laugh.

"Why did you say no?" he asked against her skin. "It would have been good if you agreed."

"No! I don't like it. You should be only with me right now."

"You’re so selfish," he teased. "You thought the same when Chandana was there, right?"

"Mm..."

"Fine. Since you said so, I don't want her."

Geetha’s hand tightened on the bulge in his pants. "Doesn't this want her?"

He kissed her playful, challenging smile. "Does Evelyn really want me?"

"Yes."

"Then say yes," he whispered. "Let's have a threesome."

"Meaning?"

"Me and both of you. But I like you the most."

"You naughty boy," she chided, "you’re always ready for things like this."

"Come on, tell me, is it true?"

"It's true… but you have to listen to me."

"I will. Nothing is more important than you."

"Then stay silent," Geetha commanded softly. "If you are, I'll come to your room."

"Okay."

Bharath glanced out the window; Gautam and Evelyn were winding down their conversation. He leaned his head out.

"Sir! How much longer will you stay out there? Let's go!"

Gautam waved a hand dismissively. "Wait five minutes."

That was all the permission Bharath needed. He relaxed his shoulders and pulled Geetha into his arms. She climbed into his lap, her saree rustling as she found her balance.

"He said five minutes," Bharath noted, his hands finding her hips.

"Yes, I heard."

"Should I unbutton my pants?"

"For what?"

"For whatever you want."

They shared a long, knowing look before kissing each other's cheeks.

"If we were home instead of here, I’d be coming to you every night," Bharath whispered.

"As if you’re leaving me alone here," she countered. "You can't control your lust."

"Lust? This is love, Geetha."

He traced his tongue from the base of her throat upward, leaving a glistening trail to her lips.

"Mm… you call this love?" she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Isn't it?" He kissed her lower lip, pulling it gently between his teeth.

She held his face with both hands, her gaze intense. "Uh-huh," she teased.

"Whatever it is, you're my Geetha Teacher. My choice."

"No... you’re my puppy..."

She pulled him into a deep, soul-searing kiss. Their tongues met, a frantic dance of heat and saliva. He gripped the back of her neck, his other hand roaming her body.

"Mm… stop," she breathed, breaking the contact.

He froze, honoring the request. But the reprieve was short-lived; she pulled him back in, deepening the kiss until the windows began to fog.

He pulled back just enough to speak. "Take me into mouth, Miss?"

"Mm… control yourself. There’s no time for that now."

"Really?"

"Mm… I'll do it tonight. Wait for me, Bittu."

"Mm… okay… then what do I get now?"

"Take whatever you want," she whispered.

"I’ll lick you?"

"He just did it earlier..."

Bharath placed a finger to her lips, silencing the doubt. "I don't care about all that… if you say so, I'm ready."

"What if they come?"

"Let them come… Sir knows about this anyway."

He reached for the seat lever, reclining it back to create more space. He lifted her saree, his head disappearing beneath the heavy fabric. His hand emerged momentarily to tuck her black lace panties into the seat pocket.

Geetha bit her lip, a playful smile on her face that vanished into a sharp, "Ah…!" as her eyes rolled back. "Mm… mm…"

"Move your legs apart…" his muffled voice came from beneath the cloth.

She lowered her left leg, hooking her right over the top of the seat to give him better access.

"Ah! Don't use your fingers," she gasped, "just use your tongue."

"Mm… mhm…"

The sensation was overwhelming. She gripped the upholstery of the car, her body arching. 

"Mm… is it an ice cream? Is that how you lick it?"

"Mm… you taste like honey, Miss."

"Uff… don't say such things."

He moved closer, his focus absolute.

"Sss… you eat it like a dog every time," she groaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He teased the most sensitive parts of her with agonizing slowness. "Ah…!"

"Do you know how much pride your pussy has?" Bharath asked, resurfacing for air.

She stroked his head, looking down at him with a dazed expression. "Why do you say that?"

"Because you let me do this, but I have to stop myself. I really want to satisfy you." He looked up at her, pouting like a frustrated child.

"Don't look at me like that," she whispered. "If you act cute, I get even more in the mood."

She pulled him up to her level. When they kissed, she tasted of herself.

"If you're in the mood, I'm here, Miss."

"He is here too," she said, nodding toward the window. "That's my fear."

"Sir said we’re going back to India tomorrow. Let's go. I'll take you to my house where he won't know."

"But your parents will be there."

"Then I’ll take you to my friend Rohit’s second house. It's empty now."

They shared a brief, soft kiss on the cheek.

"What will you do if you take me there?" she asked playfully.

"I'll have a wedding night with you, Teacher."

"You still haven't let go of that?"

"Can't you be my wife for just one day?"

At the word 'wife', Geetha’s eyes drifted back to the window. Her husband was still out there, his posture stern as he spoke to Evelyn. A flicker of suspicion crossed her mind, but Bharath gently took her chin and turned her face back to him.

"Tell me… will you be my wife for one day?"

"I can't say."

"We’ll be together without any fear of who sees or hears," he promised.

"Mm… why are you so stubborn?"

"Because I love you. You don't know how much I've imagined you as my wife."

The sincerity in his eyes was undoing. They kissed again, a slow, deep sealing of a secret pact.

"Mm… if it’s possible, I'll come," she whispered.

"If you don't, I'll take you away. You're my Geetha Teacher. When Gautam sir isn't there, I'm your husband."

"Mm, okay," she smiled, "my little husband."

The sound of footsteps on gravel broke the spell. Seeing the shadows of Gautam and Evelyn approaching the car, Geetha and Bharath scrambled apart, smoothing their hair and clothes just as the door handle clicked.

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[Haran000]

The four of them reached the villa, the heavy silence of the car journey finally breaking as the tires crunched over the gravel.


Geetha was adrift in a sea of confusion. Gautham’s decision to bring Evelyn along felt like a deliberate provocation, and she didn’t like it one bit. Across from her, Bharath seemed to be playing along, though his eyes betrayed a sharp, jagged suspicion of the other woman. Geetha searched her husband’s face for a sign, an explanation—anything to reveal what had truly been discussed back there on the dusty roadside.

Hidden behind a mask of indifference, Bharath nursed a secret hope: that if Gautham would simply speak the truth, perhaps the tension would break and they could find a way to coexist under one roof. Meanwhile, Gautham’s mind was a chessboard, cold and calculating. He was already plotting a strategy to secure the specific help he needed from the younger man.

And then there was Evelyn. She waited with a simmering, predatory lust, her gaze fixed on Bharath with a hunger that was almost tangible. All four were struggling, caught in a web of conflicting desires and the suffocating uncertainty of how to act on them.

While Evelyn and Bharath lingered in the shadows of the hallway, the husband and wife retreated into the sanctuary of their room. As soon as the door clicked shut, Geetha voiced the question that had been clawing at her.

"Why is Evelyn between us?"

Gautham didn't look at her. He stood with his back turned, the metallic rasp of his belt unbuckling echoing in the quiet room. "You brought Bharath," he said, his voice clipped. "So I brought her."

The harshness in his tone stung. Geetha walked over, placing a hand on his arm to turn him toward her. "Is that all? Are you angry because I wasn't by your side yesterday?"

"No," Gautham replied, finally meeting her eyes. "We’re leaving tomorrow. I felt it was better for Evelyn to stay with me tonight. That’s all."

Geetha’s heart sank. "And what about me…?"

A slight, cruel smirk played on Gautham’s lips. "Stay. You can watch how your husband behaves with another woman."

Geetha didn't flinch. Instead, she offered a teasing smile. "What’s there to see? You'll just pound away for two minutes and fall asleep."

"Hey! I’ll kill you!" Gautham lunged playfully, his hands finding her throat as he pushed her back onto the bed. Geetha laughed at his mock fury, her saree pallu brushing aside in a silent invitation.

"You brought someone else because I wasn't here," she whispered, pulling him closer. "But I’m here now, darling. Come on."

Gautham sat beside her, but instead of leaning in, he casually reached out and covered her back up with the pallu. "What you said is true, though," he admitted quietly.

Sensing his sudden gravity, Geetha sat up and took his chin in her hand. "Don't take it to heart, darling. I was just joking."

"No. I’m admitting it." He leaned in, his gaze intense.

Caressing his beard, Geetha sighed. "If Evelyn hadn't come, the three of us would have been together. Bharath... he wants to be with us."

"Ask him if he wants Evelyn," Gautham countered. "She’ll stay with him tonight."

Geetha frowned, confused. "But you just said she came for you?"

"No, she’s for him. I’m going to sleep; I’m exhausted."

She leaned in and kissed his cheek, the stubble rough against her skin. "Are we leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Can I meet Bharath every now and then in future?"

In an instant, the playful atmosphere shifted. Gautham squeezed her waist, pinning her to the bed with sudden strength. He moved her saree aside to kiss her navel, and Geetha bit her lip, a thrill of nerves and excitement racing through her.

"Now isn't the time to think about Bharath," he murmured. He moved up, his lips brushing her cheek. "That's enough, honey. After I drop you off at your parents' house, I’ll go handle my work in Karimnagar."

"Meaning?"

He pressed into her waist, eliciting a small gasp. "Ah... tell me."

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" Gautham asked suddenly.

The question caught Geetha completely off guard. The laughter died in her throat as she stared into her husband’s eyes.

"Tell me..." he whispered, his lips touching her forehead.

"What does it matter who it is?" she replied breathlessly.

"Will you listen to me?"

"I will."

"Then once we go to Karimnagar," Gautham’s voice turned steel-cold, "you shouldn't even mention Bharath’s name."

Dejection washed over her. "But—?"

The sentence was cut short by a light, sharp slap on her cheek. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough to silence her.

"Has he become more important than your husband?" Gautham demanded. "You agreed last night, and now you’re saying 'but' again? What happened this morning while I wasn't there?"

"Something happened, I guess," she admitted softly. "We just had a little romance. You know how he is—he has that obsession."

Gautham exhaled slowly. "Hmm, alright. It’s only for another two days anyway."

"It’s not that... fine, until the baby is born," Geetha pleaded. "But after that, can't you understand me? Just once in a while, without anyone knowing."

"You need to understand," Gautham said, his voice firm. "If anyone finds out, our reputation is gone. It’s stayed a secret so far, but as he gets older, who knows what he’ll do."

Geetha searched his expression, looking for the subtext. "So, you’re shifting to Karimnagar just so I won't be with him."

"Think what you want."

"You doubt me. Is that it? Or are you afraid we’ll drift apart? You will always be my husband, darling."

"Don't overthink it," Gautham said, pulling back. "It's not about you or me; I’m saying 'no' for the sake of our family. What we’re doing is wrong as it is. I won't allow you to keep holding onto him."

"Fine," she whispered.

"One more thing," Gautham added as he prepared to settle in. "This is Evelyn’s house. If she says she wants to sleep in Bharath’s room, just say okay."

"Fine... if I must. After that, it’s his choice."

"Alright, I’m going to sleep. If you two want to do anything, go ahead."

Geetha paused at the door, winking back at him. "What do you mean by 'anything'?"

"Do whatever you want. I’m sleeping. Tell Evelyn I’ve turned in."

When Geetha walked back into the living room, the sight that met her made her blood run cold.

Bharath was leaning over the sofa, his lips locked with Evelyn’s. The speed of it was staggering. She rushed over, grabbing Bharath’s shoulder and wrenching him away.

"Hey! What is this?" Geetha cried, her voice trembling with indignation. "Evelyn, don't you think this is a bit much? Do you realize the age gap between you two?"

Before Evelyn could even respond, Bharath’s arm snaked around Geetha’s waist. He pulled her face toward his and kissed her deeply, right there in front of the other woman.

 Geetha stood frozen, stunned by his audacity. Evelyn merely watched with a knowing, triumphant smile as Bharath turned Geetha completely into his embrace, deepening the kiss.

Just a few minutes earlier,

 the atmosphere in the hallway had been electric. After the couple had disappeared into their room, Bharath had collapsed onto the sofa. Evelyn had sat beside him, her touch light but deliberate as she stroked his hair.

"You’re having a romance with a teacher like Geetha at such a young age," she had purred. "There must be something special about you."

Bharath had stiffened. "No, you’ve got the wrong idea."

"I figured it out," Evelyn laughed softly. "When we got into the car, there was saliva on Geetha’s lips. You two were caught."

He turned away, unable to find a lie fast enough. Evelyn locked her fingers with his. "Did you fuck her?"

"No," he stammered, his face flushing.

"It’s okay. I thought so."

The silence stretched, heavy and thick. Evelyn began to massage his fingers, her gaze predatory. When he looked around for water to soothe his dry throat, she took his chin and forced him to look at her.

"You seem like a good boy," she whispered. "But if you want sex, just say so. I’ll give it to you."

She guided his hand to her breast. He tried to pull back, his heart hammering against his ribs, but she held him there. "Don't be nervous. Gautham has already had his share. There’s a chance tonight. Use it."

"Evelyn Madam, your behavior isn't right," Bharath argued weakly. "I won't do anything that makes Geetha Miss angry."

Evelyn leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw. "Come on, boy... let’s go upstairs. I’ll teach you."

"I won't do anything without Geetha Miss telling me to," he insisted, though his eyes were now scanning her curves.

"Don't you like me?"

"You look... young," he admitted.

"Then have me. Tonight, you are my guest." She pressed his hand firmly against her. The resistance in Bharath finally snapped. He began to squeeze, his interest piqued, and as she tilted her head back, he kissed her with a sudden, desperate passion.

They broke apart, breathless. "Let’s convince Geetha," Evelyn urged. "Stop acting like a boy and be a man."

That was the moment Geetha had walked in. Now, as Bharath released Geetha’s lips, she stood there, breathless and reeling.

"Miss, what is Gautham Sir doing?" Bharath asked, his voice low.

"He’s... he’s asleep," she managed.

"In that case," Evelyn said, standing up with a spark in her eye, "let’s play a game."

Bharath didn't wait. He buried his face in Geetha’s neck, his hands wandering.

"Stop it," Geetha hissed. "Evelyn is right here."

"It’s okay," Evelyn chimed in. "Let’s have some fun."

Geetha pushed Bharath back, holding his head between her hands. "What is wrong with you? I told you no!"

"Agree to it, Miss," Bharath pleaded, his hand finding Evelyn’s waist again. "Give her to me as a gift for coming to Canada."

Geetha slapped his cheek—a sharp crack that was more about frustration than pain. But Bharath was beyond being deterred. He pulled Evelyn back in and kissed her again, his mustache brushing against her smiling lips.

Geetha felt her resolve crumbling. She couldn't fight his desire anymore.

"What game, Evelyn Madam?" Bharath asked.

"Just wait," Evelyn said, heading toward a side table. "I’ll go get it."

The moment she was out of earshot, Geetha shoved Bharath back into the cushions. 

"What kind of plan is this? I told you to keep quiet!"

"The offer is good, Miss," Bharath whispered urgently. "We even have the condoms we bought yesterday. Please don't stop me."

"How can you be like this?"

"I didn't do anything; she’s the one who asked. She asked if I wanted 'experience'."

"You already have it, you dirty fellow!"

"I do," Bharath grinned. "If she asks with whom, should I give her your name?"
"No!"

"Then please... she’s got a super figure. I can't miss this."

Geetha looked toward the bedroom door. "He is asleep. But what about me?"

Bharath leaned in, whispering against her skin. "You have to wait until tomorrow morning."

"So you’re casting me aside for her?"

"Oh please, Miss... just for this one night, put your jealousy aside. See my point."

Geetha sighed, a defeated smile finally touching her lips. "Fine... but why did you kiss me in front of her?"

"She was already suspicious," Bharath noted. "Better to lean into it."

The sound of footsteps returned. Evelyn appeared from the shadows, a fresh pack of playing cards in her hand.
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To be continued……………

[Celeb41]

Superb update Haran bro. Was expecting a bit more but I understand it takes a lot to write that much. But I am a bit confused about bharat character if he is going to be dominant in relationship with geetha and gautham or is it only a naive teenager. It will be more exciting if he would plan to take away geetha for himself. Also have some rough sex with her or dominate her. Anyway please reply.

[Saj890]

Very good

[Kore shivkant]

Welcome back haran bro......

Great update.....geetha now accept bharath as her little husband....... waiting for the day when geetha becomes his wife....... eagerly waiting to see the dominate side of bharath......will Evelyn help Bharath to take geetha by making Gautam to stay in Canada...... waiting to see how Bharath takes both evelyn and geetha.......how the possessive geetha reacts?????

Waiting for the next update bro........

[Kore shivkant]

Now the story is getting started....love the way you write the story haran bro......

[Haran000]

Superb update Haran bro. Was expecting a bit more but I understand it takes a lot to write that much. But I am a bit confused about bharat character if he is going to be dominant in relationship with geetha and gautham or is it only a naive teenager.

let bharath explore choices with his teacher as an enthusiastic teenage student.


It will be more exciting if he would plan to take away geetha for himself. Also have some rough sex with her or dominate her. Anyway please reply.

Bharath age is not attained to completely occupy Geetha right now. 

Very good

Welcome back haran bro......

Great update.....geetha now accept bharath as her little husband....... waiting for the day when geetha becomes his wife....... eagerly waiting to see the dominate side of bharath......will Evelyn help Bharath to take geetha by making Gautam to stay in Canada...... waiting to see how Bharath takes both evelyn and geetha.......how the possessive geetha reacts?????

Waiting for the next update bro........

Now the story is getting started....love the way you write the story haran bro......

Thanks all

[Kore shivkant]

Bharath age is not attained to completely occupy Geetha right now. 


Thanks all

Waiting for the day when Bharath occupy Geetha...........it's getting hotter and hotter between both of them....

[Mahesh]

Great update