Adultery Dr Anjali

[kuttoosan009]

Update-3

Next morning she prepare food and left to hospital. Evening she came early around 5pm. Viajay was ready to left. Ram was sitting on the sofa with Vijay. His injured arm was rested on the armrest.

Vijay got the call from taxi. Before he left Anjali hugged him and they kissed each other on lips. "Take care of yourself and come back soon," Anjali whispered into his ear.

Ram felt jealous on VIjay. He felt bad for feeling this way, but he couldn't help it. He had always been lonely and longed for a warm, loving family. Anjali's embrace was a stark reminder of what he lacked.

"I will," Vijay promised, his voice thick with emotion. He turned to Ram. "Take care of Anjali, okay?"


Ram nodded solemnly. "I will, bhayya. You can count on me."

Vijay left, leaving Anjali and Ram alone in the flat. The silence was deafening, the tension palpable. Ram felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety as he watched the door close behind Vijay. He had had a crush on Anjali, and now she was the one who would be taking care of him in this vulnerable state.

Anjali took a deep breath and turned to Ram. "How you feel now Ram ?" she asked, trying to shake off the sadness of Vijay's departure.

Ram forced a smile. "I'm okay, bhabhi. Thank you for everything," he said

"Ok Ram, you take rest, I will come after a shower." Anjali said, her voice filled with a gentle authority that Ram couldn't help but find comforting. He nodded and made his way to the guest room, his mind racing with a mix of pain and newfound feelings.

Meanwhile, Anjali took a hot shower, the water washing away the stress of the day. She felt a pang of loneliness without Vijay, but the thought of Ram in the other room, injured and in need of care, brought a sense of purpose back into her. She dressed in a loose sleeveless nightgown and made her way to check on Ram.

Ram was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, trying to fight off the pain and the images that had invaded his mind. He hadn't expected Anjali to come in so soon and was caught off-guard when she entered. He quickly sat up, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Is everything okay?" Anjali asked, noticing his discomfort.


"Yes, bhabhi," Ram mumbled, trying to cover his lap with the blanket.

Anjali's eyes searched his, and she knew he wasn't okay. She sat down beside him, her hand reaching out to touch his forehead gently. "You're feeling hot," she said, her concern growing.

"It's nothing," Ram said, his voice hoarse. "Just the pain."

"hmm ok, let me prepare dinner" Anjali said, standing up. "You want me to bring water for you?"

Ram nodded gratefully. "No, bhabhi. Thank you."

As Anjali left the room, Ram took a moment to compose himself, his cock still hard under the blanket. He felt a strange mix of guilt and desire, knowing that his feelings for his bhabhi were wrong. But he couldn't help the way his body responded to her.

He cant stay there for long time. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Anjali was busy with cooking. Seeing her curvy body in that nighty He was feeling awkward. He cleared his throat. Anjali turned towards him. "What happened Ram?"

"Bhabhi, I can help you," he said, trying to sound casual.

Anjali looked at him and then at the kitchen. "Okay, if you want, you can set the table," she said with a smile, pointing to the dining area.

While Ram set the table, his eyes kept darting towards Anjali's body, taking in the way her hips swayed as she moved around the kitchen. Her bare feet on the cool tiles made a soft sound that seemed to echo through the room. He felt his heart race and his cock throb, and he quickly sat down, hoping she wouldn't notice his arousal.


"Bhabhi can I make a special vegetable dish for you?" Ram offered, trying to distract himself from his inappropriate thoughts.

Anjali's eyes lit up. "That would be wonderful, but dont you have pain on your hand ?"

Ram waved his hand with a smile. "It's okay, bhabhi. Cooking is a good pain relief for me. BUt you can help me by cutting vegetables."

Anjali hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, let's do it together," she said, took the knife and a cutting board.

They worked side by side in the kitchen, She chopped the vegetables as per his instruction. She focused on the task at hand, chopping and peeling with precision, the aroma of the spices filling the room.

As they cooked, they talked about their lives, their hopes, and their fears. Anjali shared stories of her childhood and her journey to become a doctor, and Ram spoke of his love for cooking and the sacrifices he made to support his family. The conversation flowed easily, and for a brief moment, the barriers of their social status and the accident that had brought them together seemed to melt away.

Finally she taste the dish, it was simple but delicious, a testament to Ram's culinary skills.

That time Vijay called her to inform that he reached at the airport safely. She felt a sense of relief. She said to him "Vijay,  Ram prepare a special  dish for me, it's so tasty."

Vijay's voice filled with surprise over the phone, "Ram? That's amazing. You guys are getting along well. I'm so proud of you, Anjali."


"Yes, he's really sweet and talented. Take care of yourself," Anjali said before ending the call. She looked at Ram who was standing across the counter, watching her with a hopeful smile.

She arranged food on the table. "Let's have dinner," Anjali said with a smile, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. Throughout the meal, Ram's gaze lingered on her, his eyes filled with an intensity that made her feel both flattered and uncomfortable. She focused on the flavors of the food, the spices dancing on her tongue, and the warmth of the room.

After dinner, she told him to go and take rest, but he insisted that he will help her for cleaning. they cleaned up together, (She washed the plates and he kept them on the stand), their movements in sync as they navigated the kitchen. As they washed the dishes, their hands brushed against each other under the warm water, sending a jolt of electricity through Ram. He quickly pulled his hand away, not wanting to betray his feelings. Anjali pretended not to notice, but the touch had left her feeling a little flustered.

They decided to watch a movie to pass the time. Anjali picked a romantic comedy, hoping to lighten the mood. As they sat on the couch, the air grew thick with unspoken tension. Ram couldn't keep his eyes off her, and she felt the heat of his gaze on her skin. She tried to concentrate on the film, but her mind kept wandering.

When the movie ended, Anjali stood up to turn off the TV. "Ram, it's been a long day. I think we should get some rest."

Ram nodded, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "Goodnight, bhabhi," he murmured, his voice husky with unspoken want.

The next day, She arranged food for Ram and she was at the hospital early, her mind still on the previous night. She threw herself into her work, focusing on her patients, trying to push the thoughts of Ram aside. But every time she felt a pang of guilt, she remembered Vijay's words about supporting Ram and not adding to Mini's worries.

In the evening, when she returned home, she got the smell of delicious food. Ram was cooking at the kitchen. He had learned to cook with one hand and had managed to prepare a delicious meal. Seeing that she become happy. "Ohh Ram, can you do this alone ? are you ok to do this?"

"Bhabhi, I'm okay. Cooking is my love and I can't live without it" He replied with smile.

Anjali felt a mix of admiration and guilt. "Why don't you go rest?" She suggested, "You don't have to do this every day."

Ram shrugged. "I don't mind, bhabhi. It keeps my mind off things. Plus, I want to repay you both somehow for all the help."

Anjali nodded, appreciative of his gesture. "You go and freshen up bhabhi" Ram said as he stirred the curry.


"Okay, I'll be right back." Anjali replied, heading towards her room. After a hot shower, she changed into comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. As she walked back to the dining area, she heard the sound of a video call.

"Hello Vijay how are you?" Anjali's voice was filled with forced cheerfulness. She sat at the dining table, the warmth from the shower clinging to her skin, making her feel more alive than she had in days.

Vijay's face appeared on the screen, his eyes tired but his smile genuine. "I'm good, Anjali. How's Ram? Is he doing any better?"

"He's okay," Anjali said, glancing towards the kitchen where Ram was plating the food. "He's been a real help around the house. In fact, he's cooking dinner right now."

Vijay chuckled. "Looks like we're both getting pampered then. The hotel food here is nothing compared to home cooking."

Ram's ears perked up at the mention of his name, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him. He had always enjoyed cooking, but knowing that Anjali appreciated it made it all the more satisfying.

"So what's on the menu tonight?" Vijay asked, his stomach rumbling.

Anjali looked over her shoulder at Ram. "A surprise," she said with a wink.

Ram brought the plates over to the table, the aroma of the food filling the room. He had made butter chicken with garlic naan, one of Vijay's favourites. She focused the camera towards the dishes. "ohh Ram, its my fav." Vijay said with a smile.

She give the mobile to Ram. "Thank you bhayya."


"How you fell now?" Vijay asked.

"Have little pain now on the elbow" Ram replied, holding the phone in his left hand.

"Good to hear that," Vijay said, his expression a mix of relief and longing. "Take care of yourself, Ram. And don't let Anjali overwork you."

Ram nodded, his gaze shyly dropping to the floor. "I will, bhayya," he murmured, handing the phone back to Anjali.

"Anjali, why cant hire him in our flat until his dream comes true?" Vijay asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

Anjali felt a wave of surprise at her husband's suggestion. "What do you mean, Vijay?"

"I mean, Ram is a good chef and a good person. He can live in our flat, help around the house, and we can support him until he opens his restaurant. It's a win-win," Vijay said, his voice filled with warmth and understanding.

Anjali couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was a generous offer, one that would change Ram's life forever. But it also meant that Ram would be living with them, sharing their space. "Ya that's a good idea" she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Then ask him about this" Vijay said with a smile.

"He is hearing, you tell him" she focused the camera towards Ram. "Ram, Vijay is suggesting that you stay here with us. You can help around the house, cook for us, and we can support you with your dream of opening a restaurant. What do you think?"

Ram's eyes widened in shock, his heart racing. "Bhabhi, bhayya... I don't know what to say," he stammered, his cheeks reddening. "It's too much."

"It's not too much, Ram," Vijay said firmly. "We want to help, and you're part of our family now. Besides, I know you'll make an amazing chef. And who knows, maybe one day we can be partners in your restaurant."

Ram felt his eyes fill with tears. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'll make sure to make you proud."

Anjali ended the call with a smile and turned to Ram. "So, what do you say? Will you stay with us?"

Ram nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, bhabhi," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for everything."

Their gazes lingered, the air in the room charged with something more than friendship. Anjali cleared her throat.

"But bhabhi, I dont know about my mothers reaction." Ram said, his expression a mix of excitement and concern.

Anjali nodded, understanding his hesitation. "Don't worry, we'll handle it. We'll tell her that you're staying here to recover properly and to save on rent."

Ram nodded, relieved. They sat down to eat dinner, the tension between them slightly easing as they enjoyed the delicious food. Anjali felt a strange sense of contentment, the warmth of the meal filling not just her stomach, but also her heart.

Next evening, Anjali walked in to find Ram shirtless, sweat glistening on his well-defined abs as he chopped vegetables. She couldn't help but stare, her eyes tracing the lines of his muscles. He was lean, but his body was stiff and fit. He glanced up and caught her looking, his cheeks flushing.

 "Bhabhi, you're back early," he said. "its very hot in kitchen, sorry" saying this he took the T shirt from the nearby chair and wore it.

"It's okay, Ram," she said, her voice a little shakier than she had intended. "It's your home too, you can be comfortable." she smiled at him.

"I will come after the shower" Anjali said, trying to keep her voice even. She retreated to her bedroom, her heart racing as she shut the door. In the shower, the cool water cascading over her body did little to ease the heat that had built up from watching Ram. She knew her attraction to him was wrong, but it was getting harder to ignore.

As Anjali emerged from the bathroom, she found Ram kept the food at the table. but he was not there. She went to his room and called him. She heard the sound of water coming from the attached bathroom. She understand that he is taking bath. She went back to the dinner table and sat there alone. The aroma of the food made her stomach growl. But she waited for Ram, she don't want to eat alone.

After few minutes Ram came out of the bathroom, wearing a fresh t-shirt and pyjama. His hair still wet. "Sorry bhabhi, I took too much time."


"It's okay, Ram," she said, her eyes unconsciously sweeping over his damp hair and freshly cleaned face. "Let's eat."

They sat across from each other, the air in the room charged with a tension that neither of them could quite ignore. As they ate, the silence grew heavier, their forks clinking against the plates in the quietness. Anjali tried to keep the conversation light, Ram told her "Vijay bhayya is very lucky"

"Why do you say that?" Anjali asked, her voice a little softer than usual.

"because of many things" Ram said, his voice trailing off as he avoided eye contact. "he has a good job, he can travel all over the world, have more money, have cars, a big flat and moreover have a most beautiful wife like you"

Anjali felt a warmth spread through her at his words, but she quickly pushed the thought away. "Thank you, Ram," she said, trying to keep her voice light.

The dinner passed in relative silence, the only sounds the occasional clink of their cutlery and the hum of the fridge. After they had finished, Ram helped Anjali clean up, his nearness making it difficult for her to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat every time their bodies brushed against each other.

As they were putting away the dishes, Anjali accidentally dropped a plate, the sound of shattering ceramic echoing through the kitchen. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, eyes wide with surprise.

Ram was quick to react, "Bhabhi, are you okay?" He took a step closer, his bare feet on the cold tiles making no sound as he approached her.

"I'm fine," Anjali said, her voice trembling slightly. "It just slipped."

Ram took the broom and began to sweep up the mess. "Let me do this," he said, his eyes downcast. "You go and sit."

Anjali nodded and took a seat at the table, watching Ram as he worked. She couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed as he bent over, the way his t-shirt clung to his damp skin. Her thoughts drifted, and she realized that she was feeling a little too comfortable with him. She took a deep breath and stood up. "Thank you, Ram," she said.

Later they moved to the living room. She switch on the TV. The time was about 9:00pm. They watched a movie. After 30min her phone rang. She picked up the phone, it was Vijay. She excused to Ram and say good night and went to her bedroom.

Ram was feeling a bit lonely in the living room. He was tired and the pain was killing him. He decided to go to his room. He slowly got up from the couch and walked towards the bedroom, his thoughts still on Anjali's gentle touch and her concern for him.

As he passed by Anjali's open bedroom door, he heard her voice, low and soothing, talking to Vijay. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the intimate conversation. He wished it was him she was talking to like that, sharing her deepest thoughts and feelings.

Ram went to his room, his heart heavy. He laid down on the bed, his mind racing with thoughts of Anjali. He knew it was wrong to have feelings for her, but he couldn't help it. He closed his eyes and tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the sound of her voice through the wall. It was a comforting lullaby that soon lulled him to sleep.

In her room, "Anjali are you ok to allow Ram to stay with us?" Vijay's voice echoed through the phone.

Anjali paused for a moment, her heart racing. "Yes, Vijay," she said, her voice steady. "It's the right thing to do."

Vijay's sigh of relief was audible. "Good, I knew you'd understand. Take care of each other, okay?"

"We will," Anjali promised.

"I think he is the good company for you. And I think you will not get feel alone while I am away." Vijay's words echoed in Anjali's mind as she lay in bed, her thoughts racing. She knew her feelings for Ram were growing beyond what was appropriate, but she couldn't deny the comfort and companionship he brought to their empty home.

"Yes Vijay I think so" Anjali said, trying to ignore the guilt creeping in. "He's been a real help, and his cooking is amazing." She listened to Vijay's laughter, feeling a bit of tension ease from her shoulders.

"Then we can discus with this to his mother" Vijay suggested.

Anjali nodded, her mind racing. "Yes, we'll tell her it's for the best," she said, trying to convince herself.

"Then you do one thing, after tomorrow I dont have duty, I think you also off" Ram suggested, his eyes lighting up at the idea.

"What do you have in mind?" Anjali asked, curiosity piqued.

"So call Mini and explained everything to her, that time I can came on video call" Vijay suggested, his voice filled with confidence.

Anjali took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, I will," she said, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "Ok dear I have to go to dinner now, call you later"

"Its ok Vijay I am going to sleep now" she said. "Call you tomorrow. Love you"

"Love you too, Anjali. Goodnight," Vijay responded before the call ended.

Anjali laid there, her mind racing with the conversation she just had. She knew that the decision to have Ram stay with them was not only practical but also kind. But the thought of sharing her home with him, with his tempting presence just a wall away, filled her with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

That time she remember that dont give him medicine. She stood up on the floor and walked towards his room. Ram already slept. She knock on the door. But no response. She try to push down the lock handle, the door opened. He was not locked from inside. The dim light was on. She went near him. He was in deep sleep. Shirtless, his ripped hairless chest move up and down by the rhythm of his breath. The white bedsheets covered his waist. His injured hand was outside the bed, his fingers slightly curled.


She walked closer to the bed and sat beside him. She took the medicine and water in her hand and was about to wake him. But then she paused. She was staring at his face, his masculine jawline, his black full lips and his well-defined nose. She felt a warmth in her stomach that she hadn't felt in a long time. She leaned over and placed the medicine and water on the bedside table.

Instead of waking him, she decided to watch him sleep. His chest was rising and falling, and she found herself getting lost in his rhythm. Her eyes drifted down to his bare chest, the faint smell of soap and sweat mixing with the spices from dinner. Without realizing it, she reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. Her touch was feather-light, but it was enough to stir him from his slumber.

Ram's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at her, confusion clouding his features. "Bhabhi?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Anjali quickly pulled her hand back, her heart racing. "Dont worry," she said, her voice a little shaky. "I didn't mean to wake you. It's time for your medicine."

Ram nodded sleepily and took the pills, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched as he swallowed them down with the water, his throat moving in a way that made her stomach flip. She stood up, trying to compose herself.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.


Ram hesitated, his gaze dropping to her bare legs. "No, bhabhi," he said, his voice low. "Thank you for everything."

Anjali nodded and turned to leave, but something made her pause. She looked back at him, the silence stretching between them. "Ram," she started, not sure what she wanted to say.

He sat up in bed, his eyes searching hers. "Yes, bhabhi?"

For a moment, she considered confessing her feelings, but she bit her tongue. Instead, she gave him a small smile. "Goodnight," she said, her voice soft. "Sleep well."

"Goodnight, bhabhi," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as she slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Anjali walked back to her own room, her thoughts a whirlwind. She couldn't help the way she felt, the connection between her and Ram was undeniable.



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