Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Day of Teasing and Subtle Tensions

That morning, Vanitha arrived at the quarters—the cab stopped, and she stepped out, adjusting her light blue saree before heading to the door. Mani stood alone at the entrance, in a faded red shirt, his face slightly uneasy, a small bag slung over his shoulder.
Vanitha: "Where’s Sumithra, Mani?" she asked with mild curiosity, her tone casual.
Mani hesitated.
Mani: "Madam, her son has a fever. She’s at the hospital," he replied, his eyes briefly dropping to the ground before meeting hers.
Vanitha nodded.
Vanitha: "Oh, okay," she said, stepping inside—Mani held the door open, letting her pass.
Alone together today, Mani seemed subtly tense—his hands trembled slightly as he walked near her, his breaths faintly uneven. Vanitha headed to the office desk, set down her bag, and settled into the chair. Mani went to the kitchen, unprompted, and brought a cup of tea.
Mani: "Madam, tea," he said softly, placing it on the desk, his voice laced with deference and effort.
Vanitha smiled.
Vanitha: "Oh, thanks, Mani," she said, sipping slowly—the tea’s warmth touched her lips, offering a small comfort.
With Sumithra absent, Mani stayed in the house all day but kept quiet, sitting at a distance by the dining table, fidgeting with his phone. He brought the documents Vanitha requested.
Vanitha: "Get this file too," she said.
Mani: "Alright, madam," he replied, hurrying off and returning quickly.
Today, without Sumithra, he was bolder—his eyes secretly roamed her body, tracing her curves through the saree, though its proper dbang tempered his gaze’s intensity. At noon, unasked, Mani brought lunch—a small bag with rice and curry.
Mani: "Madam, eat," he said, setting it on the table.
Vanitha gave a faint smile.
Vanitha: "Thanks, Mani," she replied, thinking, He’s trying to impress me, but she brushed it off—men often acted this way around her.
She ate alone and resumed work—the day flowed smoothly. In the evening, preparing to leave, she visited the bathroom, splashing cool water on her face for relief. In the mirror, adjusting her saree, she noticed it sat low, just above her navel—Sumithra’s words about Mani, his good nature mixed with occasional desire, flickered in her mind. A playful thought sparked.
Vanitha: Should I tease him a bit? she mused with a silent chuckle.
She tugged her saree lower—her navel fully exposed, a small, round dip glowing in the center of her soft stomach; her waist curved subtly, her skin’s sheen casting a delicate allure. Returning to the desk, she picked up a file, standing as she skimmed it.
Vanitha: "Mani, come here," she called, her tone casual but her mind buzzing with mischief.
Mani rose from the dining table and approached—his eyes first met her face, then drifted downward. Seeing her exposed navel and waist, his face froze in shock—his eyes widened, cheeks flushed, body pulsing with quiet heat. Her navel, a soft hollow, shimmered in the sunlight, a striking focal point against her smooth stomach—an exquisite sight he’d secretly longed to glimpse.
Vanitha, catching his reaction in the side mirror, hid a impish grin—she sensed his fluster and decided to push it further.
Vanitha: "Oh, this paper fell," she said, leaning sideways to pick up a stray sheet—her waist bared further, her navel fully on display.
Mani felt a fleeting rush, as if in paradise. But Vanitha, deliberately slow, didn’t grab the paper—she stood, meeting his gaze. His face betrayed shock and nerves.
Vanitha: Maybe I went a bit far, she thought, casually adjusting her saree.
Vanitha: "Mani, take this file and bring it back tomorrow," she said, handing it over, her voice steady.
Mani: "Alright, madam," he mumbled, trailing behind—his mind still reeling with shock and tension.
Vanitha left first, a sly smile playing on her lips; Mani followed, his face etched with faint confusion. At home, she stifled a laugh, replaying the moment—Mani’s stunned expression, flushed cheeks, and jittery gaze danced in her mind.
Vanitha: Teasing his innocence was fun, she thought, chuckling inwardly—she saw it as harmless play, nothing serious.
She finished chores—helping the kids with homework, chatting with Maithili—and slipped into the bedroom. Vinith was asleep, his steady breaths calming the room. Lying beside him, she reflected on the day’s humor, a small smile curling her lips. Her breathing evened, and she drifted into sleep—the room’s soft silence enveloped her, a light ease settling in her mind.