Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Costly Concession

Vanitha faced Mani, hesitating, her voice soft and pleading.
Vanitha: "Mani, this has to stay secret, please. Bring something for protection tomorrow. Please, act like a gentleman."
Mani’s eyes widened, his voice thick with emotion.
Mani: "Absolutely, madam! I swear on my daughter, I won’t tell a soul. What happens tomorrow, I’ll forget by tomorrow. From Monday, you’re madam, I’m just the attendant. I promise, madam."
His voice rang with sincerity, but Vanitha’s heart remained heavy. As she grabbed her bag to leave, Mani called out.
Mani: "Madam!"
Vanitha, moving toward the door, froze—her back to him, her heart racing. Mani hesitated, then spoke slowly.
Mani: "Madam… one small request. Tomorrow, you’ll be fully mine, but I can’t control myself now, madam. Since you agreed yesterday, I can’t stop thinking of you. So… today, I need one thing…"
He paused, his gaze fixed on her saree-covered waist and back. In a faltering voice, he continued.
Mani: "Madam… I want to see your navel now. That’ll hold me until tomorrow. Please, madam, please…"
His eyes held a plea, but a fervent desire flickered in them. Vanitha longed to rush home—her mind drowned in fear of her situation. Too drained to argue or think, she turned slowly—Mani’s eyes locked on her waist, his gaze a mix of lust and eagerness. Setting her bag on the desk, she took a deep breath and gently shifted her saree aside.
Her waist emerged—the saree’s fold still hid her navel. Her fingers rested on the fabric, slowly pulling it down—her breath was heavy, her heart pounded. Her navel, small and round, appeared—her soft, slightly elongated stomach gleamed faintly in the pale blue saree’s light. Mani’s eyes widened, his gaze intense with excitement—his breathing quickened, his body seeming to radiate heat to Vanitha.
A heavy silence gripped the room—they stood frozen, Mani’s eyes probing her navel, his stare roaming her stomach with raw desire. Vanitha felt objectified—her eyes fixed on the floor, her lips trembling. The silence lasted two minutes, broken only by a distant motor’s hum. Slowly, Vanitha adjusted her saree, avoiding Mani’s gaze, and said in a heavy voice.
Vanitha: "It’s getting late, I need to go."
Mani, still in a daze of excitement, stammered.
Mani: "Alright, madam… alright… than… thanks, madam… thanks…"
His eyes lingered on her waist, but Vanitha, ignoring him, grabbed her bag and hurried to the door. She heard Mani say, “Madam, please wear the black saree you wore that day, low on your hips,” but without responding, she kept walking. Climbing into her car, driving home, tears welled in her eyes—her mind sank in shame, fear, and guilt. The road’s light glinted on her face, but her heart was cloaked in darkness.
At home, Maithili and the kids were ready to leave, bags packed, a cab waiting. Maithili, organizing the kids, smiled at Vanitha.
Maithili: "Vanitha, we’re off. Back Monday. Rest well."
The kids hugged Vanitha excitedly.
Kids: "Amma, we’re going to Grandpa’s! I love you!"
Vanitha forced a smile, hugging them back.
Vanitha: "Alright, cuties. Be careful and come back safe."
Maithili and the kids climbed into the cab with enthusiasm. Vanitha stood at the door, watching them go—the house fell silent, her heart thudding heavily. She ran to the bedroom, shut the door, and collapsed onto the bed in her saree—her mind spun with dread of Sunday. Clutching the pillow tightly, she didn’t know when she fell asleep, but even her dreams were steeped in darkness.