Adultery Radiance of Vanitha

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The surrogacy clinic greets them with the polished warmth of a spa. Soft lights and chic decor blur the line between hospitality and medicine. Vanitha glances at the orchids lining the reception desk, their purple blooms perfect enough to be artificial, but a close inspection reveals the intricate flaws of nature. The sight both comforts and unsettles her, a reminder of the process they're about to finalize. Ashok stands at her side, his posture a portrait of calm determination, though she knows the weight of this decision presses on him too. She recalls the conversation from last night, her resolve to not let SilverFox77 disrupt what they’ve planned. This morning, a direct message from him tried to change her mind, but she left it unread, focusing instead on Ashok's promise that they’re in this together. The receptionist greets them, her smile bright and practiced. "Vanitha and Ashok? We've been expecting you."


Vanitha nods, feeling the surreal reality of their names being known in such a place. "Yes, that's us," she says, her voice carrying a note of confidence she hopes Ashok hears. 

"Please have a seat," the receptionist continues. "The coordinator will be with you shortly." 

They settle into the reception area's designer chairs, and Vanitha picks up a brochure. The slick paper feels cool against her fingers, the words inside detailing the journey to parenthood, promising the miracle of life with glossy assurance. Beside her, Ashok leans forward, elbows on knees, the anticipation visible in the set of his jaw. Vanitha watches him, reminded of the unread message she saw that morning. From SilverFox77. It sat in her inbox, a tempting whisper, but she resisted. 

Ashok's voice pulls her back. "Are you ready?" he asks, searching her face for any sign of the uncertainty she held last night. She meets his eyes, her smile a calculated brightness. 

"More than ready," she lies, willing it to become the truth. They both rise as a young woman with a tablet approaches. Her clothes are as crisp as her voice.

"Vanitha and Ashok, I'm the coordinator. If you'll follow me, we'll discuss everything about your surrogate." She leads them down a corridor where clean lines and soft colors maintain the clinic's dual identity, a place that promises both science and solace.

They enter a private meeting room, a space designed to ease anxious minds with its plush seating and tasteful art. Vanitha notices the details, the way the polished surface of the coffee table reflects their apprehension. Ashok is the first to speak.

"Thank you for seeing us," he says, his tone carrying the formality of a man who wants to make a good impression. "We wanted to discuss the timeline and make sure everything's set with Latha."