Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[yazhiniram]

I woke up slowly.
Eyes heavy.
Mouth dry.
Body still glowing with the heat of last night.

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I blinked.
The fan above made a soft humming sound.
Lazy. Slow. Just like my breath.

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Light was slipping into the room now.
Golden sunlight crawling through the edge of the curtain.

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I turned slightly.
The pillow beside me was empty.
Only a light dent remained… where Arjun had slept.

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The bedsheet was twisted around my legs.
My breasts felt sticky against the cloth.
My thighs— still wet.
Still slightly open.

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I touched my neck.
Still sore from his kiss.
Still smelling like him.

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I pulled the bedsheet up slowly.
Covered my chest.
Wrapped it around my waist.
But the heat inside me didn’t go away.

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I lay still.
On my back.
Breathing.
Remembering.

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Last night...

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I didn’t just kiss him.
I didn’t just suck him.

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I allowed him to enter.

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Allowed his cock to slide into me.
Allowed him to break the final wall.

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Second man in my life.

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After Kartik... it was his younger brother.
A boy I met when he was just 14.
Now 22.
Now a man.

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Now... my man?
No.

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My heart whispered:
"You let him fuck you…
but that doesn't mean you love him."

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I closed my eyes.
A small ache sat inside my chest.
Not guilt.
Not shame.
Just... a silent noise.

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I love Kartik.
Even now.
Even after everything.

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But my body?
It needed more.

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Kartik never touched me properly.
Never waited for my body to bloom.

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And Arjun?
Last night... he waited.
He kissed.
He explored.
He sucked.
He licked.
He filled.

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Butterflies ran across my stomach as I remembered.
My nipples hardened under the bedsheet.

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I bit my lower lip softly.

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Was this cheating?
Maybe.
But in my heart, Kartik still lived.
I didn’t love Arjun.
Not like that.

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I didn’t love Raj.
I didn’t love Prakash.
But they all made my body feel alive again.

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Kartik had my heart.
But others… they touched places Kartik never reached.

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I turned my face to the wall.
Pressed my nose into the pillow.
His smell still there.
Arjun’s smell.
Sweaty.
Young.
Sweet.

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Then— the door opened.

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Soft creaking sound.
The light from the hall spilled into the room.

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Arjun entered.

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Wearing the same grey t-shirt and loose pants from yesterday.

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His hair was messy.
But his eyes were shining.
Like he had won something.

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In his hands — two steel tumblers.
Hot filter coffee.
The smell filled the room instantly.
Warm.
Strong.
Home.

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He stood near the door for a second.
Looked at me.
Smiled.

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Said softly:
“Good morning, Anni…”

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I turned my head and looked at him.
Fake anger in my eyes.

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I didn’t reply.
Just gave him a tight look.

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He smiled awkwardly.
Scratched his head.

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Then said again, softer:
“Good morning… Pavi…”

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Hearing my name from his lips made my stomach tighten again.

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I stayed silent.
Just looked.
Let him come closer.

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He walked slowly to the bed.
Placed the two tumblers on the bedside stool.

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Then sat beside me.

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I turned my face away.
Still wrapped under the bedsheet.
Still sticky between my thighs.

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He touched my shoulder softly.

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I didn’t react.
But inside?
My butterflies danced again.

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He whispered:
“I made coffee… strong… just like you like it…”

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I didn’t speak.
Not yet.
Too many thoughts still moving inside me.

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The smell of coffee.
The warmth of morning.
His presence.
His fingers.
My leaking pussy under the bedsheet.
My empty chest rising and falling.

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Everything was burning silently.

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And we sat like that…

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Not speaking much.
Not touching much.

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But the room was filled with everything we did last night.

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Sticky.
Golden.
Forbidden.
And now... fully real.

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The bedsheet was still wrapped around my chest.
Just enough to cover my breasts.
My shoulders, arms, and legs were still bare.

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The room smelled of strong filter coffee.
And something else too.
Sweat. Skin. Sex.

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I sat on the bed, my back against the wooden headboard.
The cotton sheet was sticking to my waist and thighs.
It had soaked a little overnight — from me, from him, from everything we did.

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The fan above moved slowly.
My hair was still messy.
Some strands stuck to my cheek and neck.

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On the other side of the bed, at the edge, Arjun was sitting.
He was wearing the same clothes from last night —
that soft grey t-shirt and loose track pants.
His hair was a little wild, and his eyes looked fresh but quiet.

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In his hand, a steel tumbler.
Coffee.
Still warm.
Still full.

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He hadn’t taken a sip yet.

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I had mine in my hands too.
Held it with both palms.
The heat felt nice.
Real.

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We sat like that for a while.
Quiet.
No rush to talk.
Just the sound of the fan, and small noises from outside the window.

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I looked down at my cup.
Then slowly turned my face toward him.
He saw me.
Sat up a little straighter.

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He looked like a college boy waiting for something —
maybe praise, maybe scolding.

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I smiled a little.
“Arjun…”
My voice came out calm.
Normal.

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He looked at me immediately.
Eyes full of attention.

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I took a breath, then started — slowly.
“About last night…”
I paused. Looked at him.
“I didn’t plan anything. It wasn’t something I imagined would happen.”
“But… I didn’t stop it.”

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His face didn’t change much. Just a small blink.
He was still listening properly.

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I looked at my tumbler.
Then at the sunlight falling on the curtain.

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“It just… happened.”
“We were close. There was something in the moment.”
“I didn’t feel afraid. And you were not wrong to come near me.”

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He nodded slowly.
Still holding the cup.
Still sitting straight.

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“But I want to talk about it clearly once.”
“So both of us don’t carry wrong thoughts in the head.”

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He nodded again.
“Okay, anni…”
Then corrected himself quickly:
“Pavi…”

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I gave a small smile. But didn’t tease.
This wasn’t a time for jokes.

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I shifted a little under the bedsheet.
The cotton moved across my waist softly.
Still damp near my thighs.

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“See Arjun… you’re Kartik’s brother.”
“I’m your anni. That’s how this family sees us.”
“And whatever we did yesterday — it was private.”
“Very private.”

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“It should stay there only. Between us.”
“No feelings outside. No special treatment.”
“When others are around, everything is normal.”

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He nodded, seriously.
Not even blinking much now.

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I continued:
“If we ever get moments like that again, when we are alone…”
“If we both want… it can happen.”
“But only when there’s privacy. Peace.”

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“I’m not asking for love.”
“And I’m not promising anything to you either.”

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“You’re young. You’ll fall in love someday.
You’ll find a girl. Have a proper life.”

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“And I’m already married. Kartik is my husband.”

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“Whatever we have now — it’s between us. That’s all.”

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He swallowed once.
Then said softly:
“I understand, Pavi. I don’t expect anything from you.
I just… felt close to you last night.”

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That line made something soft twist in my chest.

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I nodded.
“And I felt that too.”

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“That closeness — that’s okay.”
“But we have to stay clear. No confusion.”

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He nodded again.
Held his tumbler tighter.

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I added one last thing:
“And if ever, even once… if you feel like this is too much,
or you’re not okay — you should tell me.”

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“We can stop. Anytime. No questions.”

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He looked at me properly now.
His voice calm.
“I won’t get confused, Pavi. You don’t have to worry.”

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That gave me peace.

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I leaned back slightly.
Loosened my hold on the bedsheet a little.
Took a deep breath.

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Felt air on my shoulder.
Felt coffee in my stomach.
Felt light in my head.

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He finally took a sip.
Then gave me a soft smile.

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“You’re still looking beautiful in that sheet,” he said, softly.

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I laughed a little.
“Don’t look too much. You’ll get addicted.”

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He smiled back.
More like a boy now.
Less like last night’s man.

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We sipped our coffee slowly.
Sitting on the same bed.
Me — naked under the sheet.
Him — dressed and sitting straight like a good boy.

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No pressure.
No drama.
No tears.

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Just two people…
...who did something wild yesterday…
...and wanted to stay smart about it today.

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I sat on the edge of the bed.
The cotton bedsheet wrapped around me — covering from my chest till my shoulders.
My legs dangled lightly down, brushing the floor.
The fan pushed slow, sleepy air across the room.

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I pulled the bedsheet tighter.
Then stood up carefully.

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The sheet slipped softly down — still covering my front neatly.
But my back?
Completely open.
From the top of my neck all the way down to my heels.
Fully bare.

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I didn’t have to look.
I could feel it.
Arjun’s eyes were stuck to me.
First at my bare shoulders.
Then sliding lower.
And then stopping — exactly where I knew they would.
On my ass.

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I smiled secretly inside.
Enjoyed the little mischief.

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I turned my head slightly — half-side — and gave a small fake glare.
"Don’t look at da..." I said, pretending strict.

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He laughed immediately.
Leaning back on his palms.
"How can I miss this view, Pavi?"

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I shook my head, smiling inside.
But didn’t argue.

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Without adjusting anything,
still with my front covered and back open,
I walked softly toward the bathroom door.

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When I reached near the door,
I caught the bedsheet lightly in one hand.
Pulled it away from my body in one small easy movement.
Tossed it back towards the bed —
it landed crumpled near the bed and the door.

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I walked into the bathroom, naked.
Didn’t even check if he saw everything.
I knew he did.
And it made a warm naughty tickle in my stomach.

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Inside the bathroom,
I freshened up quickly.
Splashed water on my face and neck.
Used the toilet.
Cleaned my pussy carefully —
still feeling the small stickiness leftover from last night.
A soft reminder of what we did.
What I allowed.
What I wanted.

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After a few minutes,
I stepped out again.
Only a hand towel in my hand — drying my wet hair slowly.
My body completely naked.

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My nipples hardened under the morning air.
Drops of water slid down my stomach, over my thighs.

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He was still there.
Still sitting on the bed.
Still watching.

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His eyes scanned me —
slowly from my toes, up my thighs, across my stomach, to my breasts, to my face.

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I smiled softly but made a small fake angry face.
"Dei... why are you staring like that?" I said, drying my hair.

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He laughed, not even hiding.
"Pavi... you look like one fresh college girl now."

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I laughed too.
Soft.
Relaxed.
Wiped my hair one more time and walked to the chair.
Picked up my shorts.

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"College girl ah? Now noticing ah?" I teased, pulling up my shorts.

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"Now only noticing full package," he said, still smiling.

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I pulled the shorts up my damp thighs.
No panty inside.
The soft cotton caught against my hips, stuck lightly to my skin.

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I picked up a loose t-shirt next.
Pulled it over my head.
The cotton cloth brushed against my breasts.
My nipples showed faintly through.
I didn’t bother hiding.
Let it stay natural.

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His eyes caught once.
Then lowered — slightly shy, but still stealing looks.

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I walked up to him.
Caught his wrist.
Gave a small pull.

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"Come da… enough sitting. Let’s go out."

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He stood up slowly, laughing.
His hand warm in mine.

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As we walked out of the bedroom together,
I glanced once sideways at him.
He was still smiling —
but softer now.
More silent.

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And inside me —
a slow naughty happiness bloomed again.
Because I knew...
He wasn’t just looking at me.
He was remembering every second.