02-04-2025, 11:14 PM
At noon, Vanitha waited at the airport entrance in the company car for Mr. Angith. At 12:10, she recognized him approaching with the company driver. Mr. Angith, fair-skinned and standing at 5’9”, looked like a Hindi film star. The driver pointed her out, and Angith waved at her. She waved back, lifting her right hand, which caused her saree to slip, revealing her midriff and navel. In her maroon saree, the fair, slightly fleshy expanse of her waist and the round hollow of her navel caught Angith’s eye. Quickly regaining her composure, she adjusted her saree with her hand, covering herself up to her waist as he approached. "Hello, sir! I’m Vanitha, marketing head," she said. "Hello, I’m Angith! Nice to meet you," he replied, shaking her hand. They got into the car and headed toward the hotel.
After a half-hour drive, they reached the hotel entrance. "Okay, Mrs. Vanitha, see you tomorrow at the office. Bye," Angith said, stepping out. "Okay, bye. Take rest," she replied, driving back to the office. She finished her work by 4 PM and returned home by 4:30. Seeing the maid waiting at the doorstep, she asked, "Been here long?" while unlocking the door. "No, ma, I just arrived," the elderly woman replied, starting to clean the house. Vanitha went to her bedroom, changed back into her two-piece nightie, and began her tasks.
By 6 PM, the maid finished her tasks and left. Ten minutes later, the two children returned home from college, having gone straight to their music class afterward. They went to their rooms, changed out of their uniforms, and came to the dining hall. Vanitha served them tiffin, saying, "Tiffin’s ready." The kids ate and then started studying, while Vanitha immersed herself in her own work.
At 8 PM, Vinith arrived home, visibly exhausted. "Hello, home leader, welcome. You look really tired?" she greeted him. "Yeah," he replied wearily, heading toward the bedroom. "Freshen up and come—dinner’s ready," she said, slipping back into the kitchen. By 8:40, the four of them sat at the dining table, ate their dinner, and finished. Vanitha tidied up the kitchen and went to the bedroom, where the children were already asleep. Vinith sat on one side, reading a book. Vanitha lay down on the other side and began talking to him.
"Honey… I need to tell you something."
"What, Vanitha?"
"I’ve got a four-day training in Delhi. Next month, I’m getting an increment. Before that, there’s a short training for all the company’s marketing heads…"
"Oh! But I’ve got a week-long conference."
"What conference? When?"
"I leave Thursday. It’s a conference for all the regional managers of our insurance company, in Kerala."
"Wow! Then we can leave Ramesh and Uma at your brother’s place and go."
"Okay, then drop them off at my brother’s on Thursday evening and head to Delhi."
"Sure! Okay. Good night," she said, drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, as usual, Vanitha went to the office and entered her cabin. Seeing Mr. Angith waiting there in neat formal attire, she said, "Hello! Good morning, been here long?"
"No, just ten minutes."
"Okay, fine. Shall we start your training?"
"Yeah, sure," he replied, and they began discussing company matters. During the lunch break, they shared details about their families. Mr. Angith showed her a photo of his son and wife—his wife was as striking as he was. Over two days, they got to know each other. Vanitha found Mr. Angith pleasant to be around, and he told her, "You’re really good to work with," appreciating how well they clicked.
On Thursday morning, Vinith informed Vanitha and the kids, then left for Kerala at 7:30 with a suitcase. That evening, after returning from the office, Vanitha dropped the children at Vinith’s brother’s house, came back home, packed her clothes for Delhi, and went to bed.
At 11 AM on Friday, the company car pulled up to her doorstep. Mr. Angith, who had come to accompany her to the airport, stepped out and rang the doorbell. "Coming," Vanitha called from inside, opening the door with a smile and saying, "Come in." "Not ready yet?" Mr. Angith asked as he stepped inside. "Everything’s done, just two minutes. Finishing something in the kitchen, then we’ll leave!"
"Okay, we’ve got two hours. But be quick."
"Okay, two minutes. Be seated," she said, gesturing to the sofa in the hall before heading to the kitchen. Mr. Angith said, "Okay," sat on the sofa, and started flipping through a newspaper. Moments later, Vanitha returned to the hall with a coffee cup in hand, calling out, "Sir." When Mr. Angith turned at the sound of her voice, he saw her approaching him in a black saree, looking breathtaking. She walked briskly, holding the coffee cup with both hands.
Her quick pace caused her saree to slip slightly, revealing her waist to Angith. The fair, smooth expanse of her midriff, framed by the black saree, drew his gaze. As she slowed down while nearing him, her navel—half-hidden by the saree’s fold—came into view, catching his eye. Reaching him, she bent slightly to offer the coffee, saying, "Coffee." "Thank you," he said, taking the cup as his eyes lingered on the two creases that formed on her waist when she leaned forward. The sight stirred something primal in him. When Vanitha noticed his gaze fixed on her midriff, she straightened up quickly, adjusted her saree to cover herself, and said, "One minute," before heading back to the kitchen. Unaware that she’d caught him staring, Angith masked his admiration and began sipping the coffee, though a flicker of disappointment crossed him as she concealed what he’d been savoring.
In the kitchen, Vanitha convinced herself that Angith’s glance at her waist was accidental, finished her tasks, and returned to the hall to collect his empty cup before taking it back to the kitchen. This time, seeing her waist hidden again left Angith with a pang of disappointment. As he watched her walk away, he realized a lustful attraction had sparked within him. Telling himself it was wrong and that he shouldn’t look at her that way again, he was still lost in thought when Vanitha returned, saying, "Sir, ready, let’s go." They left the house, locked the door and gate, and set off for the airport in the car.
After a half-hour drive, they reached the hotel entrance. "Okay, Mrs. Vanitha, see you tomorrow at the office. Bye," Angith said, stepping out. "Okay, bye. Take rest," she replied, driving back to the office. She finished her work by 4 PM and returned home by 4:30. Seeing the maid waiting at the doorstep, she asked, "Been here long?" while unlocking the door. "No, ma, I just arrived," the elderly woman replied, starting to clean the house. Vanitha went to her bedroom, changed back into her two-piece nightie, and began her tasks.
By 6 PM, the maid finished her tasks and left. Ten minutes later, the two children returned home from college, having gone straight to their music class afterward. They went to their rooms, changed out of their uniforms, and came to the dining hall. Vanitha served them tiffin, saying, "Tiffin’s ready." The kids ate and then started studying, while Vanitha immersed herself in her own work.
At 8 PM, Vinith arrived home, visibly exhausted. "Hello, home leader, welcome. You look really tired?" she greeted him. "Yeah," he replied wearily, heading toward the bedroom. "Freshen up and come—dinner’s ready," she said, slipping back into the kitchen. By 8:40, the four of them sat at the dining table, ate their dinner, and finished. Vanitha tidied up the kitchen and went to the bedroom, where the children were already asleep. Vinith sat on one side, reading a book. Vanitha lay down on the other side and began talking to him.
"Honey… I need to tell you something."
"What, Vanitha?"
"I’ve got a four-day training in Delhi. Next month, I’m getting an increment. Before that, there’s a short training for all the company’s marketing heads…"
"Oh! But I’ve got a week-long conference."
"What conference? When?"
"I leave Thursday. It’s a conference for all the regional managers of our insurance company, in Kerala."
"Wow! Then we can leave Ramesh and Uma at your brother’s place and go."
"Okay, then drop them off at my brother’s on Thursday evening and head to Delhi."
"Sure! Okay. Good night," she said, drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, as usual, Vanitha went to the office and entered her cabin. Seeing Mr. Angith waiting there in neat formal attire, she said, "Hello! Good morning, been here long?"
"No, just ten minutes."
"Okay, fine. Shall we start your training?"
"Yeah, sure," he replied, and they began discussing company matters. During the lunch break, they shared details about their families. Mr. Angith showed her a photo of his son and wife—his wife was as striking as he was. Over two days, they got to know each other. Vanitha found Mr. Angith pleasant to be around, and he told her, "You’re really good to work with," appreciating how well they clicked.
On Thursday morning, Vinith informed Vanitha and the kids, then left for Kerala at 7:30 with a suitcase. That evening, after returning from the office, Vanitha dropped the children at Vinith’s brother’s house, came back home, packed her clothes for Delhi, and went to bed.
At 11 AM on Friday, the company car pulled up to her doorstep. Mr. Angith, who had come to accompany her to the airport, stepped out and rang the doorbell. "Coming," Vanitha called from inside, opening the door with a smile and saying, "Come in." "Not ready yet?" Mr. Angith asked as he stepped inside. "Everything’s done, just two minutes. Finishing something in the kitchen, then we’ll leave!"
"Okay, we’ve got two hours. But be quick."
"Okay, two minutes. Be seated," she said, gesturing to the sofa in the hall before heading to the kitchen. Mr. Angith said, "Okay," sat on the sofa, and started flipping through a newspaper. Moments later, Vanitha returned to the hall with a coffee cup in hand, calling out, "Sir." When Mr. Angith turned at the sound of her voice, he saw her approaching him in a black saree, looking breathtaking. She walked briskly, holding the coffee cup with both hands.
Her quick pace caused her saree to slip slightly, revealing her waist to Angith. The fair, smooth expanse of her midriff, framed by the black saree, drew his gaze. As she slowed down while nearing him, her navel—half-hidden by the saree’s fold—came into view, catching his eye. Reaching him, she bent slightly to offer the coffee, saying, "Coffee." "Thank you," he said, taking the cup as his eyes lingered on the two creases that formed on her waist when she leaned forward. The sight stirred something primal in him. When Vanitha noticed his gaze fixed on her midriff, she straightened up quickly, adjusted her saree to cover herself, and said, "One minute," before heading back to the kitchen. Unaware that she’d caught him staring, Angith masked his admiration and began sipping the coffee, though a flicker of disappointment crossed him as she concealed what he’d been savoring.
In the kitchen, Vanitha convinced herself that Angith’s glance at her waist was accidental, finished her tasks, and returned to the hall to collect his empty cup before taking it back to the kitchen. This time, seeing her waist hidden again left Angith with a pang of disappointment. As he watched her walk away, he realized a lustful attraction had sparked within him. Telling himself it was wrong and that he shouldn’t look at her that way again, he was still lost in thought when Vanitha returned, saying, "Sir, ready, let’s go." They left the house, locked the door and gate, and set off for the airport in the car.
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