Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

[tweeny_fory]

Part 3

Nalini swallowed, the mention of her husband's name bringing a lump to her throat. "Bangalore. He's been stuck there for work."


Teja nodded, his eyes flicking down to his pad as he wrote. "Phone number?" His voice was professional, but there was a hint of kindness in his eyes that made her feel a little less vulnerable.

Nalini recited her phone number, watching as Teja's hand moved with surprising grace across the page. His eyes darted up to meet hers briefly before returning to his task.

"Ma'am, you age?" Anbu's voice was a gentle probe into her personal space, a question that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

Nalini took a deep breath, the fabric of her makeshift blouse sticking to her skin in the humidity. "Thirty-five," she said, her voice a whisper.

Teja nodded, scribbling down the information without looking up. His eyes remained on her, tracing the curve of her neck as it disappeared into the dupatta, the soft swell of her breasts, the gentle curve of her waist, and the flare of her hips. He took in the delicate arch of her foot, the ankle bells chiming softly with her nervous taps. Her beauty was like a warm, comforting blanket that had the power to dispel the cold fear that clung to him like a second skin these days. Despite the gravity of their situation, he couldn't help but be struck by her grace, the way she sat with poise and dignity, her eyes clear and unflinching.


Anbu's voice brought him back to reality, his question about her health snapping Teja out of his reverie. He looked up from his pad, his gaze lingering on her face, the smooth skin and proud tilt of her chin. Her beauty was not just physical; it was in the way she held herself, the quiet strength that radiated from her even in the face of the pandemic's unpredictable horrors. It was in the way she met his gaze, the intelligence in her eyes that spoke volumes without a word.