Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

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Part 5 - Planning the Downfall

Her feet were silent on the tiles, the ankle bells on her feet the only sound in the quiet house. She could feel the warmth of his gaze, and a part of her wished she had chosen to wear something more substantial. But she had been caught off-guard by their visit. The dupatta offered a semblance of modesty, but she knew it was a flimsy defense against their scrutiny.


In the bedroom, she rummaged through a drawer, her hands shaking slightly. The room was a testament to the life she had built with Mohan, the scent of him still lingering in the fabric of his clothes. She found the small envelope with the prescription slip and hurried back, her heart racing.

As she returned, her breasts bounced with every step, the thin fabric of her nightie doing little to contain them. Anbu and Teja's eyes were glued to the mesmerizing dance, their pupils dilating in unison. The soft jiggle of her ample assets was a stark reminder of the human connection they had both been starved of for so long. Anbu's throat went dry as he took in the sight, his mind momentarily wandering to thoughts that had no place in their mission. Teja's gaze lingered, his hand tightening around the pen he held. The simple act of her running had ignited a spark of desire within them, a reminder of life's basic needs amidst the fear and chaos of the pandemic.

Her chest heaved as she handed them the prescription, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts drawing their eyes like a magnet. Anbu took the slip with trembling hands, his mind racing with inappropriate thoughts he quickly pushed aside. He focused on the task at hand, his professionalism a shield against the unexpected attraction. Teja's eyes never left hers as he took the paper from Anbu, his pulse quickening as he read the details.


"Ma'am, this vaccine is more than a year old," Anbu said gently, his voice thick with regret. "It doesn't offer protection against the coronavirus."

Nalini felt a cold knot form in her stomach. "Oh," she murmured, the color draining from her cheeks. She had hoped it would be enough, that the simple act of following protocol would keep her family safe. The reality of their vulnerability hit her like a physical blow.

"Ma'am, have you or anyone in your family experienced any symptoms of COVID-19?" Anbu's voice was a gentle probe into her personal space, a question that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

Nalini's heart raced as she replied, "No, no symptoms at all." She hoped it was true. Her children were safe with her parents, but she hadn't seen them in weeks. The thought of them falling ill was unbearable.

"Ma'am," Anbu continued, his voice firm but kind, "we need to ask you a few more questions for our records. Have you had any visitors or come in contact with anyone from outside the family since the lockdown began?"