Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Reluctant Agreement

Vanitha sat at her desk, staring at her computer screen—her black saree gleamed, but a heavy shadow lingered on her face. Her fingers moved slowly on the keyboard, her mind elsewhere—the deal with Mani, the video’s threat, and the risk to her reputation tormented her. A thick silence filled the room, broken only by the soft hum of the computer and distant bird calls outside.
Moments later, Mani entered with a cup of tea—his hands trembled slightly, but his face held hesitant resolve. He placed the tea on Vanitha’s desk, cleared his throat, and glanced at her. Vanitha, eyes fixed on the screen, remained silent—no emotion on her face, though her heart raced. She didn’t touch the tea, her fingers tapping the keyboard, typing words she barely registered.
Mani, hesitating, spoke in a low voice.
Mani: "Madam, next week I’m assigned to another office for ten days. Their attendant broke his leg in an accident."
He paused, fear and stammering in his voice, then continued.
Mani: "So… can we fix this for Saturday?"
A deep silence engulfed the room—Vanitha’s fingers froze on the keyboard, her face still turned to the screen. Her mind churned—Saturday meant Maithili would take the kids, and Vinith would be on his trip. But her honor, her dignity, and the GM’s respect weighed heavily. Refusing Mani risked the video leaking—her life, family, and career could shatter. Agreeing, though, would it truly end? Her mind swam with questions.
After ten minutes of silence, Vanitha slowly lifted the tea, sipping it with a gulp—her eyes stayed on the screen, her mind lost in thought. The tea’s warmth touched her lips, but she tasted nothing. Finishing, she set the cup down, still staring at the screen, and spoke in a heavy voice.
Vanitha: "No, Sunday. I’ll inform the office it’s for work. Sumithra won’t be here either; she’s got hospital duties."
Mani’s voice sparked with sudden excitement.
Mani: "Alright, madam."
Vanitha sensed his eagerness, a shiver of unease within—her heart thudded heavily, but her face showed nothing. She continued.
Vanitha: "Here are the documents needed for tomorrow. Submit them to the office."
She handed Mani a file, grabbed her bag, and left the quarters without another word. Driving home, her heart beat in a heavy rhythm—her eyes on the road, her mind drowned in fear of Sunday. Her lips trembled, but she held back tears—a voice in her head repeated, Will this end? Will it really end?
At home, she kicked off her shoes and went straight to the bedroom—still in her black saree, she collapsed onto the bed, clutching the pillow tightly. Her mind sank in guilt, fear, and shame—until Sunday, her heart would bear this weight.