20-04-2025, 05:42 PM
A Breach of Trust
Vanitha returned from the bathroom, her face damp, gently wiping it with the edge of her deep red saree’s pallu. As the pallu lifted, her stomach and navel came into full view—her soft abdomen shifted slightly, her elongated navel glinting. Mani, kneeling on the floor organizing papers, froze at the sight—his eyes locked on her stomach, unable to restrain himself. Unwilling to miss the moment, he rose slowly, stepping toward Vanitha—deliberately, yet feigning accident, he moved to brush her stomach.
But Vanitha stumbled at Mani’s unexpected closeness—lurching forward, she nearly fell. In that instant, Mani’s index finger accidentally struck her navel directly, causing a sharp sting. Vanitha, her face half-covered by the pallu, shot upright, pain and fury flaring—her eyes met Mani’s, who stood frozen in shock. They faced each other—Mani’s face filled with fear, eyes pleading; Vanitha’s flushed with anger, eyes blazing.
The pain and Mani’s touch ignited her rage—she slapped his cheek hard. Mani clutched his face, head bowed. Vanitha exploded, shouting.
Vanitha: "Mani, who do you think you are? I gave you some space, and you behave this shamelessly? I should’ve kept you in your place. Sumithra said you were a gentleman, but you’ve shown your true colors! Get out of here!"
Tears filled Mani’s eyes—he dropped to his knees, grasping Vanitha’s feet, begging.
Mani: "Sorry, madam! Sorry, madam! Forgive me, madam! I couldn’t control myself, madam! Sorry, madam! Don’t tell anyone, madam! Sorry, madam! I’m not like this, madam! My mind slipped, madam! I have a family, madam! I respect and admire you so much, madam! Sorry, madam!"
Vanitha, startled by his pleading, remained furious. She snapped back.
Vanitha: "Get up, Mani! If you respected me, you wouldn’t have dared touch me! You only saw me with lust! Now get up and leave, or I’ll scream!"
Mani, still begging, hesitated.
Mani: "No, madam! Don’t do that, madam! Sorry, madam! It was my respect for you that kept me from blackmailing you with that video, madam!"
Vanitha’s eyes shifted from rage to confusion and shock—her body froze, her mind racing, What video? Anger faded, replaced by a mix of fear and curiosity—she stared at Mani, a heavy dread settling in. Mani stood, head bowed, tears streaming—a tense silence enveloped the room, Vanitha’s heart pounding.
Vanitha returned from the bathroom, her face damp, gently wiping it with the edge of her deep red saree’s pallu. As the pallu lifted, her stomach and navel came into full view—her soft abdomen shifted slightly, her elongated navel glinting. Mani, kneeling on the floor organizing papers, froze at the sight—his eyes locked on her stomach, unable to restrain himself. Unwilling to miss the moment, he rose slowly, stepping toward Vanitha—deliberately, yet feigning accident, he moved to brush her stomach.
But Vanitha stumbled at Mani’s unexpected closeness—lurching forward, she nearly fell. In that instant, Mani’s index finger accidentally struck her navel directly, causing a sharp sting. Vanitha, her face half-covered by the pallu, shot upright, pain and fury flaring—her eyes met Mani’s, who stood frozen in shock. They faced each other—Mani’s face filled with fear, eyes pleading; Vanitha’s flushed with anger, eyes blazing.
The pain and Mani’s touch ignited her rage—she slapped his cheek hard. Mani clutched his face, head bowed. Vanitha exploded, shouting.
Vanitha: "Mani, who do you think you are? I gave you some space, and you behave this shamelessly? I should’ve kept you in your place. Sumithra said you were a gentleman, but you’ve shown your true colors! Get out of here!"
Tears filled Mani’s eyes—he dropped to his knees, grasping Vanitha’s feet, begging.
Mani: "Sorry, madam! Sorry, madam! Forgive me, madam! I couldn’t control myself, madam! Sorry, madam! Don’t tell anyone, madam! Sorry, madam! I’m not like this, madam! My mind slipped, madam! I have a family, madam! I respect and admire you so much, madam! Sorry, madam!"
Vanitha, startled by his pleading, remained furious. She snapped back.
Vanitha: "Get up, Mani! If you respected me, you wouldn’t have dared touch me! You only saw me with lust! Now get up and leave, or I’ll scream!"
Mani, still begging, hesitated.
Mani: "No, madam! Don’t do that, madam! Sorry, madam! It was my respect for you that kept me from blackmailing you with that video, madam!"
Vanitha’s eyes shifted from rage to confusion and shock—her body froze, her mind racing, What video? Anger faded, replaced by a mix of fear and curiosity—she stared at Mani, a heavy dread settling in. Mani stood, head bowed, tears streaming—a tense silence enveloped the room, Vanitha’s heart pounding.
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