Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

[tweeny_fory]

"Ma'am," he began, his voice a little softer, "have you experienced any symptoms? Fever, cough, difficulty breathing?"


Nalini's heart skipped a beat. She had been meticulous with her hygiene, but fear was a contagion that had seeped into every corner of her existence. "No," she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. "No symptoms at all."

Anbu nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "And your husband, ma'am? Any health issues we should be aware of?" His question was a gentle probe into her personal life, but she understood the necessity.

"No, no health issues," she replied, her voice firm. She hoped it was true, though she hadn't spoken to him in a couple of days. The thought of him alone in a strange city filled her with a fresh wave of anxiety. "He's young and healthy."

Teja cleared his throat, his eyes still on Nalini. "And your contact with anyone outside?"

Nalini took a moment to gather her thoughts. "I've been following the guidelines. No contact except for the occasional shopping trip. I wear a mask, gloves, and sanitize everything." She hoped they wouldn't ask for details of her solitary walks, the brief moments of rebellion where she had allowed herself to feel the sun on her face without the suffocating barrier.


"Ma'am, have you had any flu vaccines earlier in the past 6 months?" asked Anbu.

Nalini nodded. "No but, I had my flu shot i1 year back." She hoped it would offer some reassurance, though she knew it wasn't directly related to the coronavirus.

"Can you show the prescription of the flu shot?"

Nalini nodded, rising from her chair with a grace that belied her fear. She padded softly down the hallway, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of the sofa she had just vacated.

Her nightie, which had been a source of comfort in the quiet solitude of her home, now felt like a second skin, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. The fabric whispered against her legs with every step, the soft material caressing her curves as she walked. Anbu's eyes followed her, his gaze lingering on the gentle sway of her hips, the soft swell of her buttocks, and the way the fabric clung to her as she moved.