Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Lighthearted Lunch and Quiet Reflections

That afternoon, Vanitha and Sumithra sat at the dining table, sharing lunch—a small plate of rice, a bowl of rasam, and a side of roasted pumpkin fry neatly arranged. Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the table in a soft glow—a quiet laughter and warmth bloomed between them. Growing closer, they began trading playful adult teases.
Sumithra: "Madam, with all your beauty, what are men supposed to do?" she asked with a mischievous grin, letting out a small chuckle.
Vanitha laughed.
Vanitha: "Akka, stop it, don’t tease me," she replied, scooping a spoonful of rasam—her lips reddened slightly, a spark of playfulness in her eyes.
Just then, Mani walked in, holding documents Vanitha had requested. Dressed in a worn green shirt, slightly damp with sweat, he stood hesitantly.
Mani: "Madam, sorry for disturbing you during lunch," he said softly, his voice tinged with deference.
Vanitha smiled faintly.
Vanitha: "It’s fine, Mani. Put the files on the desk," she said, gesturing toward the table—her saree slipped a bit, baring her waist, her skin shimmering softly.
Mani placed the files on the office desk. As he turned to leave, his eyes flicked briefly to her waist—a glint of curiosity sparked and faded in his gaze before he quickly looked away and headed for the door. Once it closed, Sumithra smirked.
Sumithra: "Madam, did you see? Mani was eyeing your waist," she teased with a playful laugh.
Vanitha chuckled.
Vanitha: "Akka, that’s normal. Lots of men look like that. I don’t take it seriously," she said casually, her voice carrying a smile and a shrug.
Sumithra paused briefly.
Sumithra: "But Mani’s a good guy, madam. In our area, he doesn’t misbehave with anyone. He’s no saint, though—he’s got an eye for women, especially those who give him a chance. Even after marriage, he had affairs with a few women around. Still, he’s a decent husband, takes care of his kids," she explained, her tone mixing humor and truth.
Sumithra: "With you, though, he’s a bit flustered—who wouldn’t be with your looks?" she added, laughing.
Vanitha blushed slightly.
Vanitha: "Akka, enough, don’t flatter me," she said, covering her face with her hands, a soft giggle escaping—her cheeks flushed, a quiet thrill stirring in her mind.
They finished eating and returned to work—Vanitha sat at the office desk, reviewed files, told Mani what she’d need tomorrow, and headed home. At home, Maithili was busy with the kids, so Vanitha wrapped up chores—folding clothes, helping with homework—then slipped into the bedroom. Vinith was already asleep, his steady breathing filling the room with calm. Vanitha lay beside him, pulling the soft sheet over herself, her thoughts drifting to Sumithra’s words—Mani’s subtle demeanor, his sneaky glances, his restrained curiosity, and the faint hesitation when caught flickered in her mind. She didn’t dwell on it—his looks stayed within bounds, just like the curiosity she’d seen from other men at work.
Vanitha: All men are the same, she thought with a silent chuckle, a small smile curling her lips as she closed her eyes—brushing it off lightly, her breathing steadied, and she sank into sleep.