Adultery Radiance of Vanitha

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Chapter 18: Latha’s Pregnancy & Vanitha's Vacation

Vanitha was a beautiful contradiction. The grace of her traditional sari flowed over the sharp angles of a modern life, wrapping around a heart caught between promise and possibility. 

With surrogacy process completed they will have a baby without Vanitha having to sacrifice her physical appearance, she will have her body untouched.

Alone in her American apartment, she cradled her phone with manicured hands, reading and rereading a message confirming Latha’s pregnancy.

Latha is pregnant, Ashok and Vanitha’s baby is in their surrogate Latha.


Her fingers lingered over the screen, a tremor in their elegance, as a new text appeared. SilverFox77. A celestial Apsara, it called her, drawing her into an orbit of explicit desire. In the background, Ashok’s face was a silent video, his voice a distant corporate hum. Her heart knew his routine, every tap of his keyboard like a second hand. The craving in her pulse told a different time, one where her desire eclipsed her discipline. She exhaled slowly, a pause in the universe, and then replied with trembling courage to both messages. One thank you. One yearning.

Her phone screen glowed like a small sun in her hand, casting light on her face as she wavered between tradition and temptation. She knew she should be elated with the confirmation of Latha's pregnancy, the first critical step in her and Ashok's plan for a family. Yet her mind circled back to SilverFox77. Even the name thrilled her with its boldness, a mystery unfolding with each new word. The message lit up her phone again, vivid against her hesitations.

Her fingers shook with anticipation and fear as she typed a response to the surrogacy agency, confirming Latha's pregnancy with a polite but muted, "Thank you."

She now has doubts about not carrying a child on her own, after seeing the most amazing cock on her phone, even though a strangers cock, the life essence, the sight of such engorged testicles , made her wonder about carrying the child on her own. But it’s too late, also it will be a far cry to have her womb filled with SilverFox77’s semen. She shook her head and came to reality.

“Why no reels for some times? Are you ok?” Asked SilverFox77.

“Just needed some space," she typed back. "Life is...complicated right now."

Three dots appeared immediately. "I'm here if you need to talk. Always. I miss looking at your bare midriff in low hip saree."

Each message from SilverFox77 was a spark, illuminating the shadows she didn't know were there. Her lips parted slightly as she read, daring to savor the unfamiliar thrill, the sweet burn of wanting something beyond her reach.

Across the room, Ashok's face was a study in concentration, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen. She watched the silent play of his expressions, the brief moments when his gaze shifted to check a document or make a note. There was comfort in his predictability, but also a deep and widening void. She remembered a time when his mere presence was enough to ignite her, when the shared dream of a family felt like everything she could ever desire. Now that vision was diluted, more a shadow of itself than the luminous goal they once shared. Her breath caught as she looked back at her phone, her resolve faltering.

Selvam tried to see if he can make her come to Chennai but had no hope of seeing Vanitha. Even if he managed to make her come to chenai what will he do as SilverFox77, what will she think if she knew it’s her devolved mama, Selvem?

But he still messages “Apsara, a visit to Chennai might be just what you need” trying his luck.

She thought of Latha, of the commitment she had made, of the hopes and responsibilities intertwined with the news she should be celebrating. She thought of Ashok and the plans that now seemed less vital, more like anchors than wings.

Vanitha smoothed the folds of her sari again, seeking solace in the familiar rhythm of the fabric beneath her hands. The motions were meditative, but no comfort came. Her heart was beating in two distinct patterns, each pulse a testament to the duality she couldn't reconcile. One urged her to respond to the surrogacy agency with a simple affirmation, to remain within the lines she had drawn for herself. The other whispered of freedom, of giving in to the tide that pulled her toward an anonymous yet thrilling connection. SilverFox77's messages were poems in a language she hadn't dared speak, enticing her to utter a single word: Yes.

Ashok's voice broke through, staticky and remote. "Vanitha, I was thinking may be you should think about taking a break and go to Chennai. Until the baby comes,” He glanced at her briefly, his eyes already drifting back to his work.

Careful to keep her voice even. "It's an idea worth considering."

Her understated response didn't break his focus. He nodded, offering little more than a token smile before resuming his task.

“You will be busy once the baby comes, it will be a good distraction if you take some time back in Chennai, see your friends.”

Vanitha watched him, wondering if he sensed the rift that had grown between them, the subtle erosion of what once seemed so solid. Her hands were steady as they adjusted the laptop screen, but inside, she was a whirlwind of unanswered questions and unexplored desires.

She stood and moved around the room, the soft rustle of her sari trailing her like a whisper of things unspoken. She busied herself with tidying, a ritual that usually brought order to her thoughts, but found herself repeatedly drawn back to the phone, to the messages waiting to be acknowledged. Even as she picked up scattered magazines and rearranged throw pillows, her mind was elsewhere, tangled in a net of fascination and fear.

"I know you are occupied," came another message, an eloquent bait to the snare of her curiosity. "But you should know I dream of you."

Vanitha felt the words like an electric current, both shocking and invigorating. This was not the careful script of her married life, not the planned and plotted course she had charted with Ashok. It was something else entirely, raw and untamed, and it thrilled her in a way she couldn't easily dismiss. She imagined the writer of these messages, SilverFox77, perhaps as an artist or a poet, someone who lived by passion rather than routine. It was an image that appealed to her deeply, an alluring specter of what might be if she dared to stray from the path she was on.

Her hands returned to the phone with an urgency she couldn't mask. She scrolled through the messages, each more daring than the last, each a siren call to the part of her that craved something more. Her traditional values wrestled with this newfound yearning, but the struggle only heightened her intrigue. It was as if she were watching herself from a distance, a poised and disciplined woman teetering on the brink of a choice she never thought she'd have to make.

Ashok finished his work and strolled across from the office room in their home and came near Vanitha. He hugged her from behind and spread his palm under her saree to feel her flat tummy, caressing her navel.

“God, I’m happy I don’t have to sacrifice this body for a baby” he wisphered as his cock begun to bulge and poking her bountiful assault wrapped in saree.

“ppurrriiiiinnnnnggggg…..” FaceTime call notification startles both of them.

Selvam was on a FaceTime call. Selvam's voice arrived before his image, the digital echo of his wisdom settling around her like a familiar shawl. “Congratulations da!! So happy for you two” Selvam exclaimed.

“Thanks pa”

“Thanks mama” Vanitha joined.

“Are you ok Vanitha” asked Selvam with a concerned tone. Ashok explained how Vanitha felt and without missing a beat Selvam said…

"A visit to Chennai might be just what you need," he said, seeing through distance and technology to the truth she could hardly admit to herself. "Is it that obvious?" Her words were a quiver on the air, barely audible over the clamor of her unsettled heart. His face flickered into view, a mosaic of calm and certainty. 

"Emotional support is just as important as physical well-being," he reminded her gently. It was the voice of a father, of a mentor, and Vanitha knew it was the one she truly needed to hear.


After few days, Vanitha made up her mind about going on a vacation to Chennai. Her movements were as measured as her heart was wild, her hands packing with care even as her eyes strayed to the phone and the secret life it offered. She closed her suitcase and held her breath, stepping into a new journey with a storm of desire and doubt.

Selvam FaceTimes to confirm her flight timing to pick her up. His concern was a living thing, reaching across the ocean to wrap around her like a protective embrace.

Vanitha wished it were as easy to wrap herself in such assurance. She shifted slightly, the movement betraying her tension as she smoothed the edges of a cushion. Her American home, filled with the comforting smells of sandalwood and jasmine, felt suddenly foreign to her. 

"You’ve always been strong," he said, the words filled with a tenderness that both comforted and pained her. "But everyone needs a little help sometimes."

"Sometimes I don’t feel so strong," she admitted, her voice barely louder than the soft hum of the call. Selvam's image flickered, a heartbeat of digital life, steady and real where her world felt uncertain. She looked at her hands, neatly folded in her lap, and for a moment she saw herself through his eyes: A young woman far from home, navigating challenges that seemed to multiply with every step. Her gaze lifted back to the screen, to the one person who had always known how to untangle her fears as a father figure, little did she know he is also SilverFox77.

"I worry that I’m too far away from home, and if this vacation is needed" she confessed. "Too far to handle all this on my own." The quiver in her words gave them weight, a resonance that couldn't be ignored. Selvam nodded, his expression thoughtful and kind.

"You are never alone, Vanitha," he said, his tone like a warm hand on her shoulder. "You may be out of sight, but you are never out of mind. Not mine. Not Ashok’s."

His certainty pierced her doubts, and she felt the sting of tears threatening to fall. His wisdom was a balm she desperately needed, yet the thought of leaving the home, taking a vacation, filled her with apprehension. "And not the surrogacy agency's, I hope," she said with a faint attempt at humor. Selvam chuckled, a rich and familiar sound, easing her anxiety for a fleeting moment.

"You are much more than just a client to them," he assured her. "Or should be, at least."

The reminder of their commitment to the surrogacy plan anchored her briefly, yet it was not enough to still the storm inside. Even the assurance of the pregnancy's success felt hollow, overshadowed by the chaos of emotions she couldn't seem to control. "What if I've bitten off more than I can chew?" she said, her candidness surprising even herself.

"Then take smaller bites," Selvam advised, his metaphor drawing a smile from her at last. It was the smile of a woman still not certain where she belonged but finding comfort in the love and support she had left behind. "Start with the visit. It will do you good to be around family. You'll see."

The call ended, the screen going dark with a finality that left Vanitha momentarily adrift. The space Selvam had filled with his understanding seemed enormous now, a vast landscape of possibilities and pitfalls. She drew a deep breath, knowing that what she felt now was excitement as much as fear. Her gaze settled on the suitcase in the corner, a silent witness to her impending decision.

She moved toward it, each step an affirmation, her resolve slowly gathering strength. The act of packing was comforting in its simplicity, something she could control amid the chaos. Her hands were sure as they folded her sarees, each one a story waiting to be told. The vibrant silks and intricate patterns were threads of her identity, the past she couldn't leave behind and wasn't sure she wanted to. They were a lifeline to the girl she used to be and the woman she hoped to understand. As she set aside her toiletries and favorite books, her fingers brushed against her phone.

Its cool surface was a reminder of the heated messages she couldn't bring herself to ignore. SilverFox77's words had opened a door she never knew existed, a glimpse into a world as thrilling as it was dangerous. She shook her head, willing herself to focus on the task at hand, but her thoughts were as tangled as the clothes she now neatly arranged.

The suitcase grew heavy with possibilities, both real and imagined. She packed with precision, yet each item carried the weight of her conflicted heart. The vacation to Chennai felt enormous, a return to comfort and familiarity, yet it also loomed large with the potential to redefine everything.

Vanitha paused, holding a framed photo of her and Ashok. They looked blissful and certain, the future a bright and untroubled path. She set it on top of her clothes, a reminder that certainty was a fragile thing. She stood back, surveying her work, her face a portrait of resolve mingled with longing. 

It was then that she allowed herself to pick up the phone in earnest. The messages were still there, as undeniable as her racing pulse. "The way you are now, in that room, in this moment," SilverFox77 had written. "That’s how I see you, and I can hardly breathe for wanting." Vanitha closed her eyes, a shiver of emotion rippling through her. It wasn't only desire that spoke to her in those words. It was the lure of being truly seen, of stepping out from the well-rehearsed roles and finding what lay beneath. 

She clicked the suitcase shut, her actions quickening as if to outrun the growing storm inside her. The modern lines of her home blurred, becoming an indistinct backdrop to her urgent motions. The space felt at once too large and too constricting, a reflection of her life caught in transition. She paused again at the door, her hand gripping the handle, her resolve nearly faltering.

The airport was a rushing sea of motion, a thousand stories beginning and ending in the busy terminal. Vanitha stepped into the flow of people, a lone figure among the bustling crowd. The noise and chaos mirrored her thoughts, a clamor of doubt and determination. She clutched her bag with one hand and her phone with the other, the two objects her anchors and her burdens. 

The announcements and conversations around her faded to a distant murmur as she stood at the gate, the finality of her decision echoing in her heart. Was this a retreat or a beginning? A search for clarity or a flight from consequence? Her thoughts spiraled, but one truth remained: She needed to find out. 

Vanitha boarded the plane, her face a study in conflict, her movements resolute. She settled into her seat, the din of the airport replaced by the low hum of the engines, a steady drone that drowned out the uncertainty clamoring in her mind. She exhaled deeply, watching the world through the small window, knowing it would look different by the time she landed.

Her phone buzzed with a final message, a tiny thrill and terror in her hand. She glanced at it, a small smile touching her lips despite everything. It was a risk, this journey, a leap into the unknown. But it was hers to take. As the plane ascended, she held tightly to her hopes and fears, knowing the flight was only the beginning.

 How the hell am I even going to meet SilverFox77 even if I wanted to, do I even want to? That’s not why I’m going to Chennai. I need to relax and gather my energy to raise a baby, that’s why I’m going to Chennai. Her mind batteled.