Adultery Radiance of Vanitha

[tweeny_fory]

Chapter 17: The Path to Parenthood

They sit at the sleek dining table, side by side yet strangely alone, lamplight carving soft shadows on the walls of their American home. Ashok's fingers drum a gentle rhythm, and Vanitha, her saree dbangd in a perfect arc, watches with the grace of a woman used to controlling outcomes.


Her calm exterior slips, just slightly, when he says, "We need to think about starting our family, and this might be our best way forward." The words hang between them like an ornate picture she can't quite bring into focus. She wants to explain what the surrogacy really means for her, how a stranger with a shocking username has infiltrated her thoughts, but she catches herself. SilverFox77’s photos flood her mind again, both unsettling and electrifying. She tells herself that sharing her thoughts will only unravel the polished seam of their conversation, and they both worked so hard to keep it from fraying.

Vanitha shifts, letting the silk fall smoothly across her shoulder, its pattern as intricate as the conversation she's navigating. She exhales, offering Ashok a carefully composed smile, but something in her eyes betrays the weight she's carrying. "You’ve been so supportive, Ashok. Most husbands wouldn't be." Her words are warm, wrapped in sincerity, but underneath, they carry the current of a different thought. Can he see the doubt written on her face, or does her practiced poise mask the conflict?

Ashok watches her, and his brow furrows slightly, catching the nuance in her response. "I'm just thinking of us," he says, voice softening. "You know how important this is to me. But only if it feels right for you." He reaches for her hand, the warmth of his touch meant to reassure, but Vanitha feels the tightening grip of secrets she can't bring herself to reveal.

She remembers their recent talk about surrogacy, how it seemed like the perfect solution, allowing her to maintain the disciplined regimen that kept her looking like she stepped out of a beauty pageant. It was her idea, but then... the encounter with SilverFox77, like a jolt in her well-ordered life. Her thoughts circle back to the images: the stranger's brazen exhibition of his thick penis, so audacious and intimate, the semen captured in such detail it felt more like a taunt than an invitation.

It awoke something in her, a thrill that confused her dedication to surrogacy. And now, with Ashok's eyes searching hers, she wonders if she's made a mistake, a mistake she can no longer correct. She closes her eyes against the flash of SilverFox77's profile picture — that tantalizing mix of anonymity and familiarity. 

What can she say to Ashok, who only sees her indecision as something else?

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