Adultery VANITHA-Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

As Vanitha finished her chores and wiped down the table, the sound of the college van’s horn echoed from the doorstep. "Bye, Ma!" the kids yelled, dashing out. "Bye!" she called back, finishing the table, placing the cloth near the sink, and heading toward her bedroom. Vinith approached from the opposite direction, a bag slung over his shoulder. Playfully, he pinched the sliver of her waist visible in the small gap between her nightie top and pants. "Ow! Amma, what’s this before heading to the office?" she exclaimed, giving his cheek a light slap. "So I don’t forget you until I get back from the office!" he grinned, heading toward the door. "Hmph! Bye," she said, catching his faint "Bye" from outside as he left. She walked to the door, locked it, and returned to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, she grabbed a towel from the shelf and stepped into the attached bathroom to bathe. Hanging her nightie top, pants, bra, and panties on the bathroom rack, she stood under the shower, letting the water cascade over her naked body. Ten minutes later, she emerged with just a towel wrapped around her, slipping into a pair of maroon fancy panties and a matching bra from the shelf. She then took a hanger holding a saree, petticoat, and blouse, tossed it onto the bed, and began dressing—first the petticoat, then the blouse, and finally the saree. Sitting at the dressing table mirror, she started applying makeup. In five minutes, with a light dusting of powder and a touch of cream, she was elegantly ready. Having tied the saree low on her hips, she adjusted it to cover her waist, the maroon fabric accentuating her beauty. She gave herself one last look in the mirror before leaving the house through the hall.
Locking the front door, she took her maroon car, drove it out, locked the gate, and set off toward her company. Vanitha worked at a multinational computer chip manufacturing firm. She had joined as a marketing executive at the age of 23, shortly after her marriage, and now, at 31, her sincerity had propelled her to the position of marketing head. Parking her car in the company lot, she walked toward the glass elevator, admiring the ultra-modern, glass-laden office as she ascended to her seventh-floor cabin.
Stepping out of the elevator, she spotted Mr. Ambarish, the company’s GM, approaching. "Good morning, sir!" she greeted with a smile. Mr. Ambarish, a tall man of her father’s age with white hair, always wore a coat. "Good morning, my child!" he replied warmly, drawing closer. He held great respect and affection for Vanitha, recognizing her as a key contributor to the company’s success.
"Vanitha! I have some good news for you!"
"What, sir?"
"You’re getting an increment next month!"
"Wow! Thank you, sir, thank you very much!"
"But there’s a small formality first…"
"What’s that, sir?"
"You need to go to Delhi for a four-day training!"
"Don’t worry, Vanitha! You’ll be well taken care of by the company."
"It’s not that, sir. I was thinking about my children…"
"Come on, Vanitha, do you have infants at home?"
"No, sir, it’s not that…"
"No more ‘sir.’ You’re going!" he said playfully, issuing a mock command.
"Yes, sir!"
"That’s my child. When’s the training, sir?"
"Next Friday, you’ll fly out. And Mr. Angith is coming with you."
"Sir, who’s Angith?"
"Angith is our Chennai marketing head. He’s arriving today on the 12 o’clock flight, and you’ll be receiving him."
"Yes, sir!"
"Then you’ll train him here for two days, and after that, you’ll both head to Delhi. Okay?"
"Okay!"
"Pick him up in the company car, drop him at our regular star hotel, and start his training tomorrow. Bye," he said, walking toward the elevator. "Bye, sir," Vanitha replied, heading to her cabin, setting down her lunch bag, and preparing to fetch Mr. Angith.