Adultery Jaya - young college teacher

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Jav: I don’t know miss...

 

M: Miss he is afraid to tell, I know you will scolded me after I told this to you. but I don’t care. He want to know about sex and how to pleasure a women.

 

Both Jaya and Javed shocked..... Jaya shouted at him.

 

J: Mani....... What are you saying..

 

M: I said the truth miss... He don’t know anything. I showed him porn videos but he don’t know anything, As I teasing him before, Someone must need to go to his bedroom to satisfy his girl.

 

Javed was really embarrassed by Mani's words. He standing there by keep his head down. Jaya also felt sorry for him.

 

M: I am sorry miss, I tell the fact. If you can please explain him everything. You can do that. You are a good teacher.

 

J: but Mani...

 

M: its ok miss, I know its difficult for you, but he is my best friend. I want to help him thats all.

 

Jaya sighed heavily, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, she felt a pang of guilt for leading Javed on and possibly causing his curiosity. On the other hand, she knew that she had to be firm and maintain her boundaries.

 

J: Mani, I appreciate your concern for Javed, but this is not something I can discuss with him. He should learn about these things from his own experiences and when the time is right.

 

Mani nodded reluctantly, understanding the seriousness in Jaya's tone. He knew that pushing the issue would only make things worse.

 

M: Ok miss, I understand. Mani looked at Javed. Javed was in mixed state of fear, excitement.

 

J: Javed, please don’t feel embarrassed. I know you’re going through a phase, but it’s important to learn these things from the right sources and with the right person.

 

Javed nodded, still avoiding eye contact with Jaya. The room was filled with an awkward silence that seemed to stretch for an eternity.

 

M: Ok miss, Its 7:00pm we need to join the duty. Shall we come after 2:00am to prepare exams after our duty ?

 

J: Ofcourse, I am reeady to help you for your studies any time.  But let's focus on your studies first, we can discuss about your personal issues later.

 

M: Ok miss. Thank you.

 

J: You are welcome

 
Javed and Mani went out of the hotel room for their duty in that hotel. Jaya walked back and undid her robe and stood naked in front of the mirror. She herself watched her curvy body. She felt proud on her body. From young to old person enjoyed her beauty. She was not ashamed of that. She think "Shekhar uncle, Rahim, Reghu, Albert, Mani enjoyed her beauty and she is sure that they will do anything for her. and now Javed the skinny boy see my full anatomy and masturbate thinking of me. I am like their queen. Outside world I am a reputed women. But only my fans know about me. hi hi.... They think they are lucky to have me other than my stupid husband. All this happens because of him."




She looked at her own face on the mirror and asked "Did I do anything wrong?" But the reflection gave a devilish smile. "No Jaya you are right, Your husband is the reason, He enjoyed philippine girl in his working site and don’t spend time to ask about your life also. You are in the right track, enjoy your young age" Jaya felt a pang of guilt but quickly shrugged it off. She slipped into a silk nightgown, the fabric clinging to her curves and caressing her skin as she moved. She lay down on the bed, her thoughts drifting to the men who desired her. Her hand traveled to her breasts, squeezing gently before moving lower. She thought of Reghu, his strong hands and the way he had touched her. A warmth grew between her legs, and she couldn't resist the urge to touch herself, She spread her legs wide and her fingers gliding over her slick folds.

 

Suddenly the door opened, and Mani walked in, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "Wawooo miss you miss me?" he closed the door behind him him and ran towards her nd without saying anything he placed his mouth on her open pussy. She gasped, surprised but also excited by his sudden, hungry attention. He licked and sucked at her clit, his tongue flicking against it in a way that sent waves of pleasure through her body.

 

Jaya's hips began to rock against his face as she moaned his name, her hands tangling in his hair. "Mani, oh god," she whispered, her voice hoarse with passion. He responded by sliding two fingers into her, pumping them in and out as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth. She felt herself climbing closer and closer to the edge, her body taut with anticipation.

 

As Mani worked her to another orgasm, her body was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. She arched her back. Suddenly mani stopped and alerted that his mobile is ringing in his pocket. He pull out his finger from her pussy. "Ahhh....." He took the mobile and showed her to be silent.

 

M: Hel.. hello uncle.

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M: Ya I am here in hotel...

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M: OK I will come now.

 

Call disconnected. Mani jumped from the bed without finishing the job.

 

M: Sorry miss my uncle is here for some days. He is staying in my rented room. I came here to say that I cant come after duty. But I forgot to say that after seeing your wet pussy. See you tomorrow." without her replay he ran towards the door and left her room.

 

Jaya felt a mix of anger and frustration that Mani left her without giving the orgasm, but she couldn't help but be amused by the situation. She lay there for a moment, her hand still between her legs, before sitting up and walking towards the bathroom and washed her pussy and wear a panty and again lay on the bed thinking that, "So there is nothing to do, sleeping, boys will not come today" She switch off the light and switch on the bed lamp. She fell in to sleep.

 

At midnight Jaya opened her eyes when hear the sound of door opening. She looked at the door and see the door opened slowly and Javed enter inside without making any sound. She suddenly closed her eyes and act like she is in deep sleep. Javed came to her side. He noticed that she was not in the same dress which she wore when he left for duty. She wore a short nighty which barely covered her half thighs. He watching her sexy body. She was sleep on sidewise. Her boobs bulged out from her nighty and make a big cleavage. She had not worn any bra. He could see the outline of her nipple through the fabric. He felt his cock hardening as he took in the sight of her. he pressed his small cock over his pant.

 

 

He want to touch her and he got an idea that he tap on her lap by acting that he call her to wake up. But Jaya acted she is in deep sleep. He hand touched on her soft skin on the thighs. She didn't move. He think she is in deep sleep. He again tapped on her thighs and rest his hand on her thighs. Jaya not open her eyes. She wanted to know that what he will do. Seeing that there is no response from Jaya. He moved his hand slowly up towards the hem of her nighty. His heart was racing with excitement. He could feel the heat from her body, and the scent of her arousal was intoxicating.

 

As his hand reached her panty line, she let out a soft sigh, which made him pause for a moment. He waited to see if she would wake up, but she remained still. But this time she turn back and lay on her back. This time her nighty moved up and rested just below her panty. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her smooth, bare skin and the dark shadow of her trimmed pubic hair. He couldn’t resist the temptation any longer and began to stroke the fabric covering her pussy. It was wet, and the feel of it made his cock throb.

 

Jaya's chest rose and fell with her shallow breaths, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her nighty. She could feel his eyes on her, but she kept her breathing steady, pretending to be asleep. A thrill ran through her as she felt his hand on her thigh again, moving closer to her pussy. Slowly he kept her nighty above her panty. He was trembling with anticipation, his breath hot on her skin as he hovered his hand over her sex.

 

Javed's fingertips brushed against the damp material of her panties. He traced the outline of her slit, feeling the heat and the softness of her folds. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body betraying her. He took it as a sign of consent and slid a finger beneath the elastic, touching her bare flesh. She was wet and ready, and she knew she couldn't keep up the charade much longer.

 

Without warning, she opened her eyes and grabbed his wrist, holding his hand firmly in place. "What are you doing?" she whispered harshly, feigning anger.

 

Javed's eyes went wide with surprise, but he quickly composed himself. "I... I'm sorry miss...," he stammered. "I thought you....... you....."

 

Jaya stared at him for a moment, the tension in the room thick as she contemplated her next move. "You thought what, Javed?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

 

"I thought you were dreaming," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to wake you."

 

Jaya could feel the blood rushing to her face, but she didn't release his wrist. "You know it's wrong, don't you?"

 

"Yes, miss, I know," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "But I couldn't help it. You looked so... tempting."

 

Their eyes met, and in that brief moment, Jaya saw a mix of lust and fear in his gaze. It was a heady combination that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. She knew she should be furious, but instead, she felt a strange thrill. She give him the chance to do that. Poor boy. She thought to herself, he must be really in need of a woman.

 

"I understand," she said finally, her voice softer now. "sit here" she pulled his hand and made him sit on the edge of the bed. "But this can't happen again, do you understand?"

 

Javed nodded fervently, his eyes never leaving hers. He felt like he was drowning in those deep pools of brown, and he would do anything to keep from going under. "I understand," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

 

Jaya took a deep breath and released his wrist. She could see the goosebumps that had risen on his skin from her touch, and she felt a flicker of something she couldn't quite identify. It was a mix of pity and desire. She remember Mani's words. "You wanted to help him and he see you fully naked and moreover he is my best friend, I need to help him also...............Then we can help him together without down your reputation and respect." She decided to do something for Javed.

 

Jaya sat on the bed without leaving his wrist. She looked into his eyes and said, "Javed you are a good boy, I am a teacher and I can understand, every boys in this age have curiosity. but if you don’t control your feelings, that must be make trouble in your life"

 

Javed nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and disappointment. He knew she was right, but the thought of never feeling her skin against his again was almost unbearable. "I'm sorry, miss," he murmured.

 

Jaya felt a pang of guilt for leading him on, but she also knew that she couldn't risk her career or her friendship with Mani. "I'm going to help you," she said firmly. "But we have to be careful."

 

Javed's eyes lit up with hope. "How, miss?" he asked eagerly.

 

"We'll find a way to satisfy your... needs," she said, choosing her words carefully. "But it has to be in a way that won't get either of us into trouble."

 

Jaya stood up and walked to the table and drink water from the bottle.

 

J: look Javed, I undertsnad your situation. My mind says you are an innocent boy with helping mentality. I apreciate your effort for your study and helping your mother."

 

He felt a strange mix of emotions—shame, excitement, and gratitude. He didn't know what she had in mind, but he was willing to do anything she asked.

 

Jaya sat down on the bed next to him, her legs crossed. She took a deep breath and said, "Now, tell me everything. What do you feel when you're around me?"

 

Javed's eyes grew wide as he stumbled over his words. "I... I don’t know miss"

 

J: Javed I am trying to help you and you don’t say anything. Tell me truth.

 

He swallowed hard and looked into her eyes, feeling the weight of his secret. "Miss, I... I get... I mean... I get aroused when I'm around you," he confessed, his cheeks reddening.

 

Jaya nodded, her gaze unwavering. "It's normal, Javed. But we need to manage it. Do you masturbate?"

 

The question took him by surprise, but he nodded. "Yes, miss."

 

"Good," she said, her voice softening. "Masturbation is a healthy way to relieve stress and sexual tension. You can do that when you are frustrated?"

 

Javed nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. He had never talked to anyone about such personal matters, especially not his teacher. But there was something about the way Jaya talked to him that made him feel safe and understood.

 

They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Jaya broke the silence, her tone business-like.

 

J: Now tell me what yo do with my panty?

 

Javed's eyes darted to the side, realizing his mistake. "Miss, I'm sorry," he mumbled, his face burning with shame.

 

J: "Don't be sorry, just tell me."

 

Javed took a deep breath. "I... I used to smell it," he confessed.

 

Jaya's expression was unreadable, a mix of disgust and curiosity. "And what else?"

 

He swallowed hard. "Miss, I used to... touch myself while smelling it."

 

Her eyes narrowed, but she remained calm. "its ok. then?"

 

Jav: "Miss, sometimes I imagine your naked body."

 

J: "Is that so?" Jaya said, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and seduction. She leaned closer to him, her eyes glinting in the soft glow of the night lamp.

 

Jav: "Yes, miss. I can't help it," he admitted, his cheeks flushing.

 

J: "Well, Javed, if you're going to think about me like that, I think it's only fair that I know what you're imagining," she purred, placing her hand on his shoulder.

 

Javed's breath hitched as he felt her touch. He looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of disapproval, but all he saw was curiosity and a smoldering heat. Encouraged, he began to speak, his voice low and shaky.

 

Jav: "Miss, I imagine you...bathing" He paused, his eyes flickering down to her chest before looking back up at her.

 

J: "Go on, Javed," she coaxed, her voice a soft purr as she traced a finger along the neckline of her nightgown, her nails grazing the fabric.

 

Javed's eyes followed the path of her finger, his mind racing with the images she had conjured. "I...I imagine you, with water running down your body, your skin glistening, your...your breasts," he stuttered, unable to tear his gaze away from her chest.

 

J: "My breasts?" she prompted, her smile widening as she leaned back, placing one hand behind her head, pushing the fabric aside to reveal the swell of her cleavage. "What do you think they look like when they're wet?"

 

Her question hung in the air, thick with innuendo. Javed felt his cock twitch in response, his arousal growing despite his fear of being caught. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

 

Jav: "I...I think they must be...beautiful, Miss," he managed to say, his voice thick with desire.

 

J: "hmmmm.... you already see me naked on that day" she said playfully, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

 

Javed's eyes widened, and he felt his cock throb at the memory of that fateful day in the same room. He nodded, unable to form coherent words.

 

J: "Then, what you did in that evening?" Jaya continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned closer to him, her breasts brushing against his arm.

 

Jav: "I...I couldn't stop thinking about you, Miss," he admitted, his gaze dropping to the swell of her cleavage.

 

Jaya smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. She knew that he was imagining her naked again, his cock hardening at the thought of her soft, round breasts and the light brown areolae that surrounded her nipples. She decided to push the boundaries a little further, to see just how far he was willing to go.

 

J: "And what did you do when you went home?" she asked, her tone coy and inviting.

 

Javed's mind raced with images of his own hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself to the thought of her. He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing a dark red.

 

Jav: "I...I did what any man would do in my situation, Miss," he mumbled, his eyes darting away from hers.

 

Jaya leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear.

 

J: "You masturbated, didn't you?" she whispered, her voice like a caress.

 

Javed's breath hitched, his cock growing even harder at her directness. He nodded, unable to speak.

 

Jaya sat back, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had him right where she wanted him. She decided it was time to take control of the situation before it spiraled out of hand.

 

J: "It's okay, Javed. I understand," she said, her voice soothing. "But we can't let this affect your study. We have to keep this between us, okay?"

 

Javed nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving hers. He was hers to manipulate, to control. She could feel his desperation to please her, and it only made her more excited.

 

J: "What you feel now?" Jaya asked, her voice low and sultry.

 

J: "I feel... I feel..." Javed stuttered, his eyes glazed over with desire.

 

J: "You feel ?" Jaya prompted, raising an eyebrow.

 

Javed swallowed hard, trying to find the words to describe the tumult of emotions inside him. "I feel... hot, Madam," he finally managed to say.

 

Jaya smirked. "ha ha" she said, "you really are a naughty boy, aren't you?"

 

J: "I-I'm sorry, Madam," Javed stuttered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

 

Jaya leaned back on the bed, her arms behind her head. She knew the power she held over him and decided to play along, keeping the flirty banter going.

 

J: "what you trying to do in this night some minutes before" Jaya said, her tone playfully accusatory.

 

Javed's face flushed as he realized she had caught him in the act. "I-I just couldn't help myself, Madam," he stammered.

 

Jaya's smile grew wider, enjoying the power she held over him. "Couldn't help yourself, huh?" she repeated, her voice teasing. "Tell me, Javed?"

 

Jav: Sorry miss, when I see you sleeping, I just try to touch your body, but when I see you are in deep sleep my hands touch on your soft thighs.... sorry miss. I don’t know how I did that"

Jaya felt his hardness and she knew he was telling truth. She felt pity for him. She decided to play along without crossing the line.

 

J: "It's okay Javed, but next time you should control yourself, okay?" She said, her voice still holding a hint of flirtation.

 

Jav: "But Madam, I can't control when I see your beauty," he replied, his voice thick with desire.

 

Jaya laughed lightly, enjoying the attention. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she teased, her hand brushing against his arm.

 

Jav: "But, Madam, can you tell me how to control my feelings?" Javed asked, his eyes searching hers.

 

J: "It's all about self-discipline, Javed," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "Imagine something else, something that's not so... tempting."

 

Jav: But I am loss in your beauty, I cant think other things. Madam you know I love you.

Jaya felt a mix of emotions; she knew that Javed's infatuation with her was growing stronger, and it was both thrilling and concerning. She decided to keep the conversation light and playful, hoping it would ease the tension between them without leading to anything inappropriate.

 

J: "Javed, you're a good boy, but you must remember, I'm your Miss. It's not proper for you to think about me that way."

 

Javed nodded, his eyes still fixated on her. She noticed the bulge in his pants growing more prominent and knew that she needed to redirect his attention.

 

Jav: Madam, can you help me to study tonight?

 

Jaya knew that his request was a ploy to spend more time with her. She sighed, looking at his hopeful face.

 

J: Yes Javed, I'll help you with your studies any time. Lets sit on the sofa.

 

Jaya stand on the floor. "Let me wash my face first" saying this she walked towards the bathroom. He looked at her swaying round ass under the small sleeveless nighty which cover till her mid thigh. She looked back and caught him staing and smiked at him. "What are you looking at Javed?" She ask him with a playful tone. He blushed and look down. Jaya went to bathroom and washed her face and took a deep breath to control her emotions. She knew she was playing with his feeling but she enjoyed the thrill.

 

Time is around 12:15am Coming out of the bathroom, she found Javed sitting on the sofa, his textbook open in front of him. She don’t changed her nighty or wear bra under the nighty. She sat next to him, close enough to feel the warmth of his body, but not too close to make him uncomfortable.

 

J: "So, where were we?" she asked, picking up the textbook and flipping through the pages.

 

Javed stuttered as he pointed to a page. "Here, Madam."

 

They began to study, but Jaya couldn't help but notice the way Javed's eyes kept straying to her bare legs and the hint of her cleavage. She knew he was trying to be good, but the temptation was too much for him. She decided to keep the mood light, occasionally leaning over to show him something in the book, allowing her breasts to brush against his arm. Each time, she felt a little thrill run through her as she watched his reactions.

 

As the minutes ticked by, the room grew warmer, and Jaya began to feel the heat of Javed's gaze on her body. She stood up and stretched, her nighty riding up slightly and revealing the curve of her ass. He took a sharp intake of breath, his eyes widening as he tried to avert his gaze. She pretended not to notice and suggested they take a break.

 

"Would you like some tea?" she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness.

 

"Yes, miss," he replied, his eyes lingering on her before he could stop himself.

 

 

While preparing the tea in electric kettle, Jaya thought about her situation. She had a husband who didn't satisfy her, a lover who didn't know she was playing with his emotions, and a student who was clearly infatuated with her. It was a delicate dance she performed, and she reveled in the thrill of it all. She returned with two steaming cups and sat back down on the sofa, making sure to cross her legs in a way that gave him an even better view of her panties.

 

"Now, where were we?" she asked, taking a sip of her tea.

 

Javed's eyes remained glued to her, and she could see his cock straining against his pants. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. "Madam," he began, his voice shaking slightly, "I think we should... maybe... stop."

 

"Stop what?" she asked, feigning innocence as she set her cup down and leaned in closer. "I thought we were just studying."

 

Her hand found its way to his thigh, and she began to gently massage it. He swallowed hard and tried to focus on the textbook. "Madam," he whispered, "I can't concentrate."

 

Jaya leaned back, her hand lingering on his leg. "Why is that?" she teased.

 

He took a deep breath and looked at her. "Because of what happened earlier... and because I can't stop thinking about you."

 

The confession hung in the air, and she felt a pang of guilt. She had been toying with him, but she hadn't expected him to be so open about his feelings. She took another sip of her tea, contemplating her next move. "Javed," she began, her voice softer, "you're a good boy, but we can't let our emotions get the best of us."

 

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know, Madam."

 

They sat in silence for a moment before she stood up, the tension in the room palpable. "Let's get some fresh air," she said, her hand resting on his shoulder.

 

They stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night breeze a welcome relief from the heat inside. Jaya leaned against the railing, her nighty fluttering in the wind. Javed couldn't help but stare at her, his thoughts racing.

 

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the mountains that stretched out before them. The silvery light painted the peaks with an ethereal beauty, making the scene seem almost otherworldly. Jaya took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fresh mountain air. "It's so peaceful out here," she murmured, her eyes locked on the breathtaking view.

 

Javed nodded in agreement, his gaze still on her. She could feel his eyes on her body, his desire palpable, even through the fabric of her nighty. She turned to face him, leaning back against the railing, and took his hand in hers. "Javed, I understand what you're feeling"

 

He swallowed hard, his eyes searching hers. he said, his voice barely a whisper. "But I can't help it."

 

J: Should I change this nightie?  I think this will make you discomfort. She asked him with husky voice.

 

Jav: "No, no miss, it's okay," he said quickly, trying to keep his voice steady. "You are very beautiful in this nighty, I feel love towards you miss."

 

Jaya looked at him with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with understanding. "You're not the first student to develop feelings for their teacher," she said, her voice soothing.

 

Jav: I am sorry miss, If I think wrong.

 

Jaya: "It's alright Javed. It's a natural feeling, you are a good boy thats why you talk to me openly" she said, patting his back gently and place her right hand on his right shoulder as she stand on his left side. Her smooth boobs pressed on his shoulder. She knew that she had to handle the situation with care. She didn't want to lose his respect or make him uncomfortable.

 

Javed felt a rush of warmth spread through his body at her touch. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on her words rather than the intoxicating scent of her perfume that filled the air. He nodded.

 

Jav: miss,You are a very loving and kind woman. If any other women insted of you, I will be in jail now.

 

Jaya felt a pang of sadness for Javed's past and the struggles he had been through. She knew that her guidance was important to him, not just for his studies, but also for his emotional well-being. She leaned in closer, her breasts more press against his arm as she whispered, "I'm here for you, Javed. We can talk about anything."

 

Javed's heart raced as he felt her breath on his ear. The temptation was too great. He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of permission. Jaya held his gaze, the corners of her mouth twitching with a mischievous smile. She knew exactly what he was thinking, and she decided to give him a little of what he wanted without crossing the line.

 

Slowly, she reached up and traced her right hand finger along his jawline, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. Javed's breath hitched as she leaned in, her full lips a mere whisper away from his. He closed his eyes, anticipating the kiss that never came. Instead, she leaned down and kissed the top of his forehead, her soft lips leaving a warm imprint on his skin. He felt a mix of disappointment and relief, the intensity of the moment diffusing slightly.

 

Jaya stepped back, her hand lingering on his shoulder. Javed looked in to her eyes and tears rolled down from his eyes. She wiped his tears with her soft hand and said. "What happened Javed?"

 

"I don't know Madam. No one kiss me like this with love in my life even my mother also" Javed said with a trembling voice.

 

Ashima felt a pang of pity and love for him. She knew that his life was devoid of affection, and she couldn't help but be drawn to him. She leaned in and kissed his forehead again, this time with more warmth. "You're a good boy, Javed. Remember, I'm always here for you." She turned againist him and hugged him tightly and his face pressed on her cleavage, as he is short height. He felt the warmth of her bare upper breasts through the fabric of her deep neck nighty and took a deep breath.

 

He placed his both hands on her back but that rested on her soft bum. He felt the heat and softness of her bum. She felt his hardness and whispered in his ear. "Now I can understand you Javed. you didnt get love from anyone. from your mother also. That's why you are feeling like this."

 

Jaya felt wetness on the skin of her upper boobs, she understand that he is crying. She pressed his head towards her and hugged him tightly. She was feeling his hardness but she ignored it. She knew he is just a kid in terms of love and affection. "Don't cry Javed, everything will be okay," she soothed, her voice filled with compassion.

 

They stood there for a few moments, the sound of their breathing the only noise in the quiet night. Jaya could feel Javed's body relax against hers, his breathing becoming more even. She gently rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. "I know you're feeling a lot right now, but you have to be strong," she whispered. "You're not alone."

 

Slowly, she pulled away from the embrace, and Javed looked up at her with tear-stained cheeks. He nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Miss," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll be good."

 

Jaya tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead again. "are you happy now?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

 

Javed nodded, wiping away the last of his tears with the back of his hand. "Yes, Miss," he said, his voice still shaky.

 

Jav: "I'm sorry for bothering you."

 

J:  "You don't have to apologize, Javed. You can talk to me about anything." She looked at him with a mix of concern and understanding. "But I have a complaint against you"

 

J: "Complaint, Miss?" He looked confused.

 

J: "Yes, you make my nighty a mess with your tear" She said with a playful smile.

 

Javed blushed, realizing the intimacy of the moment. He looked down at the wet spot on her nighty and her upper boobs, his eyes widening slightly. "I'm sorry, Miss," he mumbled, his hand unknowingly placed over her boobs and try to wipe his tear drops.

 
Jaya's breath hitched as she felt his hand on her, but she maintained her composure. "It's okay," she said, her voice a little shakier than she intended. She kept her hand on her boobs and wipe. That time he removed his hand from there by brushing over her boobs under the nighty. His fingers felt her erect nipple. He blushed and apologized. "It’s okay," she assured him, her voice steady now.



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