Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

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Nalini returns with the water, her eyes flicking between the two men. The glass clinks against the metal tray, and she places it on the coffee table.


As she bends down to set the tray down, the neckline of her nightie gaps slightly, offering a fleeting glimpse of her generous cleavage. Anbu's and Teja's eyes are drawn to the sight like moths to a flame, the brief exposure setting their hearts racing.

Nalini's heart skips a beat as she feels their gazes on her. She quickly adjusts the dupatta, wrapping it tighter around herself, hoping they hadn't noticed. She sits back down, her knees tucked under her, trying to maintain a semblance of modesty.

The two men exchange a look that is not lost on her, their eyes lingering on the spot where her breasts had been visible. Anbu coughs into his elbow, a forced clearing of the thick silence. "Ma'am, if you're ready, we can proceed with the health check." His voice is professional, but she can't help but notice the way his eyes dart to the neckline of her nightie. Teja took a sip, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He set the glass down with a soft clink, the sound echoing in the tense silence.

Teja stood up, the bag at his side seemingly heavier than before. "We'll do a basic health check," he said, his voice calm. "We'll need to check your temperature and oxygen levels."

Nalini nodded, her heart racing. She could feel their eyes on her, the weight of their gaze as they took in her every move. Teja reached into his bag and pulled out a medical kit, the contents clinking against each other. He laid it out on the coffee table with a precision that sent a chill down her spine.


The thermometer was old-fashioned, the kind that was placed under the tongue. It looked clean, but Nalini couldn't help but wonder where it had been before. She watched as Teja took it out with gloved hands, his movements smooth and calculated. The rigged oxygen level indicator was a device she had never seen before, the LED screen flickering with an eerie blue light. Anbu took out a stethoscope, the cold metal gleaming in the soft glow of the lamp.

Teja stepped closer, the thermometer in his hand. His eyes locked with hers, and for a moment, Nalini saw something other than professional detachment. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. and she opened her mouth. "Okay I am ready", she said opening her nouth.

"Ma'am," Anbu's voice was sudden, cutting through the tension. She turned to look at him, his hand outstretched, blocking Teja's approach. "Let's stick to the protocol," he said firmly. "The thermometer goes under the arm."