Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

[tweeny_fory]

Nalini felt a coldness wash over her, her eyes darting to Anbu. His gaze was unreadable behind the mask, but his hand on her arm was still firm, his grip a silent reassurance. She knew what they were suggesting, the implications heavy in the air.


Her thoughts raced. Remove her top? In front of two strangers? The very idea was preposterous, yet the fear of the unknown, of the invisible enemy that could be lurking within her, was stronger. She felt the fabric of her dupatta stick to her damp skin, the room suddenly feeling stifling.

"Ma'am," Anbu interjected, his tone firm and authoritative. "We understand that this is uncomfortable, but we must ensure accuracy. We have many other houses to attend to today, and we can't risk spreading any infection." His eyes held a hint of urgency, a subtle reminder of their limited time together.

Nalini's eyes searched his, seeking reassurance. "But..." she began, her voice trembling.

Anbu's gaze was unyielding. "Ma'am, we don't have time for this. We have to follow the protocol strictly," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "If we don't get an accurate reading here, we'll have to call for a senior inspector to come and conduct the test. And I assure you, that will not be comfortable."

Nalini felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. Nalini's face flushed, and she felt the fabric of her dupatta stick to her neck with sweat. "But I can't do that," she protested, her voice shaking. The very idea of undressing in front of these men was unthinkable. But she also knew that the alternative was worse: the hospital, the fear, the isolation.


Anbu stepped closer, his voice firm but not unkind. "Ma'am, I understand your hesitation, but we have no other choice. We need to ensure that you're safe, and we must follow protocol." He paused, his eyes searching hers. "We're professionals, and we've done this many times. We'll make it as quick and painless as possible."

She knew they were right; she had to trust them. With trembling hands, she began to untie the dupatta. The fabric slipped away, revealing her nightie in its entirety. She felt exposed, the cool air of the room kissing her skin as she tried to ignore the way their eyes followed her every movement.

The nightie was a soft pink, with tiny white flowers embroidered around the neckline and hem. It was an old one, but comfortable, and the only thing she had been wearing for days in the solitude of her home. The fabric was thin and lightweight, perfect for the stifling Chennai heat that had seeped into the house. The buttons that ran from neck to navel were small and delicate, a reminder of the carefree days when she had bought it.

The neckline of the nightie was modest, but the front was open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. The buttons were spaced evenly, a neat line of pearls against the darker skin of her chest. Nalini's hand trembled as she unbuttoned the first few, her eyes darting between Anbu and Teja. Their eyes remained on the task at hand, but she couldn't ignore the way their pupils had dilated, the way their breaths had become slightly more ragged.


With each button she undid, she felt a new wave of vulnerability wash over her. Her heart thudded in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears like a drumbeat. The fabric parted slowly, exposing her flesh inch by inch. The room was quiet, save for the rustle of the material and the faint sound of their masks as they breathed. She felt the coolness of the room caress her skin, the goosebumps standing tall like tiny soldiers on her arms.

Anbu's eyes remained fixed on her, his gaze unwavering. There was something in his stare that made her feel both terrified and oddly comforted. Teja, on the other hand, couldn't hide the hungry look in his eyes. They flickered over her, drinking in the sight of her exposed skin as if it were a rare delicacy. The way his pupils dilated made her feel as if she was the most desirable woman in the world, despite the fear that coiled in her belly.