Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames
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Vanitha Returns Home

The white sedan carrying Vanitha halted in front of her house, and as the door opened, her children’s excited cries—"Amma!"—filled her ears. She slid her bag off her shoulder and stepped out—her green saree’s folds slightly askew, yet a small smile bloomed on her face. Her kids—a boy and a girl—rushed to her, wrapping her in tight hugs, their tiny hands tugging at her saree. Her husband, Vinith, stood at the doorstep in a casual blue shirt, greeting her with a wide grin. "You’re back, Vani? We missed you so much," he said softly, genuine joy in his voice. Vanitha smiled back, "I missed you all too," she replied—but her heart pulsed with a heavy ache.
They stepped inside and settled on the sofa—family photos hung on the walls, soft yellow light glowed, and the aroma of mint chutney wafted from the kitchen, offering familiar comfort. She opened her bag, pulling out gifts for the kids—a red remote-control car for the boy, a shiny doll set for the girl. "Amma, super!" they squealed, tearing into the packages and playing eagerly. Vinith looked at her, "Great picks, Vani," he praised, pride in his eyes. She laughed, "I knew they’d love them,"—but a faint guilt stirred, memories of Angith creeping in.
That night, after the kids slept, Vanitha and Vinith lay in bed—the soft cotton sheet warmed her, yet her mind churned restlessly. Vinith pulled out a small box, "Vani, this is for you," he said gently, offering a platinum ring—its silver gleam sparkled, a tiny diamond embedded. Surprised, she asked, "What’s this?" her eyes lighting up. "Saw it while shopping with colleagues—thought you’d like it," he grinned, affection in his tone. She took it, slipping it on, "It’s beautiful, Vinith. Thanks," she said—joy spread, his small gesture touching her deeply. But instantly, sharp guilt pierced her—she’d planned gifts for the kids and him, yet his spontaneous act contrasted painfully with her moments with Angith.
She hugged him tightly, "You’re so good, Vinith," she murmured—tears welled, rolling down her cheek, though she hid them, burying her face in his shoulder. He rubbed her back, "What’s wrong, Vani?" he asked soothingly, but she forced a smile, "Nothing, just happy," masking her turmoil. His hand roamed her body, pressing her waist, drawing closer—his breath warmed her neck, stirring heat. But she flinched, "Vinith, I’m exhausted. The trip, meetings…" she said softly, stopping him—her voice carried fatigue, though guilt truly held her back. I need comfort for my mind, not my body, she thought silently. He smiled faintly, "Okay, rest," he said, holding her as they drifted to sleep—their breaths steadied, the night cloaking them in quiet.
Next morning, Vanitha worked in the kitchen—coffee powder’s scent, steaming milk, and cool morning air surrounded her. Stirring dosa batter, her mind wandered. The kids bounded in, "Amma, we need college stuff—pencils, notebooks!" She hesitated, "Vinith, can you take them? My head’s heavy,"—her voice weary, her heart heavier. He chuckled, "Sure, we’ll go. Finish breakfast, we’ll lunch out. You rest," he said, ushering the kids out. As the door shut, silence fell—only the faint sizzle of the dosa pan lingered.
Alone on the sofa, phone in hand, Vanitha stared at the wall—Angith’s moments replayed like a film: their first meeting, the sofa, his kisses. Why didn’t I stop? I’d never even thought this way, she questioned herself—never one to betray, yet this affair made her feel like a stranger. Her phone buzzed—a message from Angith: a photo of his son in clothes they’d picked, smiling, captioned, "Thanks, Vanitha. Sorry." She smiled faintly, He feels guilty too, she thought, a twinge of pity rising. What’s done is done. Life moves forward, she resolved—focusing on work to forget, finding a sliver of peace.
She rose, tackling chores—washing dishes, folding clothes, playing soft music to distract herself. Evening brought the kids back—"Amma, we ate burgers! Got new bags!" they chirped. She smiled, "Super, show me," sitting with them, listening to their day—her mind lightened. At bedtime, she told Vinith about the meeting—"George promised a big promotion," she said proudly. He beamed, "Wow, Vani! Amazing! That deserves a treat," he teased. Angith flickered in her mind, but she pushed it aside, "Okay," she laughed, leaning into him first.
She slipped off her saree, leaning over him—their bodies merged in deep harmony. The green saree slid onto the mattress, its soft fabric rustling, folds glinting in the dim light. She unhooked her black blouse, tossing it with the saree—her body bared, breasts cradled in a black bra, waist curving softly. Vinith murmured, "Vani, you’re so beautiful,"—his voice thick with love, hands gripping her shoulders. She smiled faintly, peeling off his blue shirt, revealing his firm chest—his skin warm, her fingers tracing it as she drew closer.
Leaning into him, her body pressed against his—her breasts met his skin, the bra’s thin fabric a slight barrier. He unhooked it, flinging it aside—her breasts freed, his hands kneaded them, fingers teasing her nipples. "Vinith…" she moaned softly, eyes closing, savoring his touch—Angith’s memory flashed, but she shoved it away, sinking into Vinith’s love. His lips kissed her neck, tongue grazing her skin, sliding down—his breath warmed her breasts, igniting heat. His lips captured her nipples, sucking gently, sending shivers through her—her hands clutched his head, fingers threading his hair, pressing him closer.
His kisses trailed to her stomach—lips circling her navel, tongue dipping in, stirring deep sensation. His hands caressed her thighs, sliding off her panties, leaving her bare—her skin prickled in the room’s faint chill. He shed his pants, tossing them aside, fully over her—his cock brushed her pussy, the touch trembling through her. "Vani…" he groaned, entering slowly—his hips moved with hers in a deep, steady rhythm, her legs wrapping his waist, thighs grazing his skin, sparking friction. Her body pulsed under him, "Vinith…" she murmured—her hands gripped his back, nails lightly scbanging.
Their bodies melded—his chest pressed her breasts, skin fusing, forging a warm bond. His lips claimed hers, tongues entwining in a tender dance—his breath heated her face, hers brushed his neck, a soft warmth enveloping them. His thrusts deepened—hips plunging, heat surging as she moaned, "Vinith… ah…" His hands squeezed her breasts, fingers twisting her nipples, driving her to climax—her body shuddered, "Vinith!" she gasped, collapsing against him, breath racing, satisfaction flooding her. He held her tight, thrusts quickening, "Vani…" he groaned, peaking—his body trembled, then stilled.
Their breaths slowed, a sweet exhaustion settling in. He kissed her forehead, "You’re always special to me, Vani," he whispered—true love in his voice. She nestled into his chest, inhaling his faint sweat—her hands stroked his back, "You too, Vinith," she murmured, a faint peace blooming. Yet guilt lingered—she tried to forget Angith, seeking solace in Vinith’s embrace. They shared a tender smile, the dim light bathing them in a warm glow. Pulling the sheet over, they held each other, drifting into sleep—hope for a new start flickered in her mind, eyes closing to his heartbeat.
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