Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

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A Shattering Revelation

Vanitha’s mind reeled in shock—her voice trembled as she asked.
Vanitha: "Video? What video, Mani?"
Mani, head bowed, tears streaming, stood and pulled his phone from his pant pocket.
Mani: "Madam, look at this."
Vanitha stepped back in fear, sinking into her chair—her eyes fixed on Mani, her body shaking as he extended the phone. Standing beside her, Mani showed the screen—a video of this room, her desk and chair, carefully recorded through the bedroom window. He dragged the cursor forward—the next scene showed Vanitha and Angith kissing, Angith’s hands touching her chest, starkly clear.
Vanitha’s heart raced—she felt dizzy, her eyes bulging. Clutching her head, she leaned on the desk, on the verge of sobbing loudly. Mani quickly pocketed the phone, sat beside her, gently held her legs, and began pleading.
Mani: "Madam, sorry, madam! I didn’t record it on purpose, madam! From the day I joined the office, I was drawn to you. Over time, that affection grew—when I realized you’re beautiful inside too. You help everyone, treat people like us with respect. Many only pretend, but you’re genuine. But I knew it was wrong. I don’t match your qualifications, status, or beauty. Still, I secretly admired you. Even with my wife, I often thought of you, madam. But after our child was born, her health worsened—doctors forbade intimacy. Unable to control myself, I had affairs with two married women—they pursued me for ages, but I rejected them at first because of you, madam."
Mani wept, pleading—Vanitha, staring at the desk, eyes frozen in shock, listened. He continued.
Mani: "Then Angith sir came, and you two got close. Knowing I couldn’t even come near him, I tried to stay away, madam. But this quarters job stirred my feelings again. I never crossed the line, madam. But one day, I got a chance to see your navel—my long-time dream—and I couldn’t resist touching your waist. You noticed and started avoiding me. Things normalized later. That day, I thought of secretly recording your beauty, madam—no other motive. But the phone captured you and Angith sir—I didn’t expect it. It depressed me, and I tried to stay away. But today, seeing your stomach and navel, I lost control, madam! Sorry, madam! Sorry, madam! Forgive me, madam!"
Sobbing, Mani rested his head on Vanitha’s thighs—his cries broke the room’s heavy silence. Vanitha, staring at the desk, remained frozen—her mind drowned in shock, fear, guilt, and confusion. Her eyes welled, but she didn’t cry—her body trembled. They stayed like that for about two minutes—Mani’s tears dampened her saree, Vanitha’s heart thudded heavily.