Adultery A SOUTH INDIAN WIFE'S -Unspoken Flames

[thirddemodreamer]

A Lingering Shadow

Around noon, Mani woke from his nap, dressed, and stepped out of the room. His eyes fell on Vanitha, engrossed at her computer, impeccably dressed, working diligently. Her black saree shimmered softly in the office’s dim light, her face fixed on the screen—expressionless, wearing a stern mask of silence. Approaching hesitantly, Mani spoke in a soft voice.
Mani: "Sorry, madam… I couldn’t sleep for two days thinking of today, so I dozed off."
Vanitha, eyes locked on the screen, gave no reply—her silence filled the room with a heavy stillness. Mani stood quietly for a moment, then asked again.
Mani: "Madam, shall I get lunch for us?"
Without looking at him, Vanitha replied in a flat voice.
Vanitha: "No, Mani. I brought food and already ate."
Mani glanced at the empty tiffin box on the dining table and said in a slightly deflated tone.
Mani: "Okay, madam. I’ll go eat and come back."
Not waiting for a response, he left the office—his voice carried a hint of weariness, but his stride hid lingering eagerness. About forty-five minutes later, he returned, chewing Boomer gum, its sweet scent spreading through the room. Vanitha remained immersed in her work, her face unchanged.
Mani prepared tea for both, placing a cup on her desk, and said gently.
Mani: "Madam, have some tea."
He sat nearby, sipping his tea—his eyes roamed her body, tracing the folds of her saree and the curves beneath. Vanitha, showing no emotion, took the tea, drank, and set the empty cup down. Mani cleared both cups, cleaned them, and returned to sit beside her. In a hoarse, desire-laden voice, he began.
Mani: "Madam, can you tie your saree a bit lower, below your navel? I’ve dreamed of sitting beside you, admiring your waist folds for so long, madam… please, madam."
A moment of silence hung in the room—Vanitha’s fingers paused on the keyboard, her breath slightly heavy. Then, without showing emotion, she stood, adjusted her saree lower, revealing her waist folds, and sat back down, resuming work with eyes fixed on the screen. Mani said softly.
Mani: "Thanks, madam."
Relaxed now, he began admiring her waist and navel folds with fervor—his body warming again. Kneeling slowly, he brought his face close to her waist, murmuring.
Mani: "Madam… beautiful madam…"
His breath grazed her waist softly, reigniting a sexual tension in the room. Vanitha, body rigid, eyes glued to the screen, remained silent—her heart thudded heavily, but her mind tried to focus on her duties, failing. The intensity of Mani’s gaze and the scent of his breath plunged her into darkness, yet she hid her emotions, struggling to concentrate on work, defeated.