Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[yazhiniram]

Door bell rang.


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I didn’t open my eyes.


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First few seconds, I thought it was a dream.  

But no.  

Again *ting tong* — this time sharp.


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I opened my eyes slow.  

Felt like I just got up after finishing **one full biriyani**.  

Not half-plate.  

Not quick lunch.  

The *full mutton one*.  

With lot of pieces and that deep sleep that comes only when stomach is round and body gives up.


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Only… today, my stomach was empty.  

But my pussy?  

That had eaten or fed.


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I smiled to myself.  

Body still sticky from rest.  

Thighs warm.  

Nipples soft but puffed.


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I rolled onto my side.  

Bedsheet had prints from my hip and elbow.  

Nightie was twisted.  


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*ting tong* again.


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6 PM.  

Should be Arjun.


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I sat up.


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Hair was in bun, but half loose now.  

Breasts shifted forward as I leaned.  

But I didn’t care.  

I didn’t feel like covering.


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Walked to door slowly.  

My feet made that soft sticky-sound from skin touching tile.  

Whole house quiet.  

Only me.  

Only this body.  

Still carrying sin like leftover perfume.


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I opened the door.  

Didn’t even look through keyhole.


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There he stood.  

Fresh-faced.  

Shirt changed.  

Laptop bag in one hand.  

Smile like college boy hiding a report card.


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“Hi anni!” he said brightly.


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I raised one eyebrow.  

Fake serious.


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“Hmm,” I replied.


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He stepped in.  

Put bag near shoe rack.


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I turned back to shut the door.  

When I turned again—  

He was coming closer.


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One hand half-lifted.  

Head tilted.  

His lips had that look.


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He was trying to kiss.


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I moved my face away, one smooth motion.  

Fingers pushed his shoulder gently.


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“Ey! Enough da. Go and freshen up,” I said, hiding smile.


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He paused, lips stuck mid-air.  

Then laughed.


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“Ayyo?” he said.


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“Go, Straight to bathroom,” I ordered.


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He winked.  

Took his bag, muttered something under breath, and walked to guest bathroom.


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I turned and walked into bedroom.  

My attached one.


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The mirror caught me mid-way.  

I looked like someone who just came from dream.


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I walked into bathroom, splashed water on face.  

Cold water made me blink fast.


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Cheeks were flushed.  

Neck was warm.


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Towel swipe across chest made my nipples brush against cloth.  

Still slightly hard.


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“Settle down,” I whispered to them, pulling nightie into shape.


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Came out.  

Walked to kitchen.


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Gas hissed.  

Kettle placed.  

Milk bottle open.

Took vessel.


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Poured milk.  

Switched on gas.  

Let it boil.


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That quiet pre-coffee time always felt like temple bell silence.  

House still.  

Mind slow.  

Body heavy.  

But something waiting.


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Then I heard his steps.


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“Anniiiii…” he called.


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I paused.


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Turned head slowly.  

Gave one side-eye.


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He caught it.  

Blinking like caught child.


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“Sorry sorry—Pavi…” he said, smile half-choking.


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I turned back.  

Didn’t reply.  

Just let him burn.


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He came, wearing shorts and T-shirt now.  

Hair towel-dried.  


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Sat at dining chair.


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I poured coffee into tumbler.  

Steam rose.  

Smelled sharp and lovely.


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“Coffee,” I said, pushing it to him.


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“Thanks,” he said, slurping.


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I sipped mine too.


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Then he started.


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“Checked some more rooms near office… nothing serious. But randomly bumped into one old friend.”


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“Friend?” I asked.


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He nodded.  

“Yeah… college mate. Not same department. Didn’t expect to see him. Total surprise.”


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I blinked.


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“He’s staying in a flat, 3 BHK. Two roommates already. One room empty. I just went to see.”


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I raised one eyebrow.


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“Place is clean. No shady feeling. Rent is okay also.”


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I stirred sugar into my tumbler.


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“Hmm…”


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He drank coffee slowly.


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“I liked the room. Office is 10 mins by walk. And My friend seems to be travelling for UK, for next week for work related. So just wanted to settle before that.”


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“Ohh!” I said, genuinely surprised.  


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He smiled wide.


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“So I thought—tomorrow evening, I’ll move there.”


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I paused.  

Held cup to lips but didn’t drink.


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“Just like that?” I asked.


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He blinked.


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“Yeah… I mean… just to reduce shifting pressure. and wrap everything with him to settle down, before his trip.”


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I looked at him directly.


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“Did you inform your brother?”


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He scratched his neck.


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“No… not yet.”


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“You should da.”


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He sighed.


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“I’ll call him now.”


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I nodded.


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“And you tell him today.”


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“Ok,” he said, sheepish.


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I looked at him.  

His fingers were wrapped around tumbler.  

His eyes kept flicking between my neck and lips.


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I sipped slowly.  

Coffee touched tongue.  

Hot.  

Strong.  

Just like today’s mood.


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He sighed.


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“I’ll miss this coffee,” he said.


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I smiled, but didn’t answer.


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Then he added,  

“…and this house. And… more.”


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“Don’t flirt now,” I said, placing tumbler down.


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“I didn’t say anything,” he replied, licking foam from upper lip.


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I turned to the sink.  

Back facing him.


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And I said softly—


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“It’s your home da… come whenever you want.”


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He came towards me.


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I could already see that look in his eyes.  

Little tired, but that cheeky hope — like maybe, just maybe… she’ll say yes.


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But no.  

Not today.


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I was full.  

Too full.


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Not body — body was light.  

But something inside was already completed.  

One big biriyani for my pussy.

And that pulpy leg piece too.


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So when he opened his arms, I didn’t run.  

I walked in, slow.  

Let him hug.  

But I gave only half.  

Soft hug.  

Breasts touched his chest gently.  

But hips were apart.  

No rubbing.


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Then I lifted my face.


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Planted one soft kiss on his forehead.  

Only that.  

Like elder sister saying "Enough."


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He melted a bit.  

But he got it.


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“I’ve to prepare dinner, da…” I whispered.


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He nodded.  

Didn’t argue.  

Didn’t beg.


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Just smiled and stepped back.  

“Okay,” he said.


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I turned to kitchen.  

He walked to hall sofa, dropped into it like lazy buffalo.


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I tied my hair tighter.  

Opened fridge.  

Cut lady's finger.  

Soaked tamarind.


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Behind me, he started whistling.


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Then I said it.  

My voice light.  

Playful.  

Not angry.


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“So tell me da… now that you’re shifting tomorrow, where you’ll drink coffee?”


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He laughed from sofa.


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“In new flat, maybe?”


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I turned slowly.  

Spoon in hand.


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“Hah? Roommates will make for you ah? With decoction and first degree milk?”


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He raised hands.


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“I’ll come here in morning.”


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“Like newspaper boy?”


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He chuckled.


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“Don’t tease.”


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I smiled.


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“So... who’s this college friend you suddenly found?”


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“Senior from college. Different department. We used to play cricket together.”


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“Hmm…” I said.  

Chopping onions louder.  

“Suddenly met today only ah?”


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“Yeah,”


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He continued.


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“We had a talk and he got it I'm looking for a room, so he invited... he said come see flat. I went. It’s decent. 3 BHK.”


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I smirked.


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“Hmm. Sounds like build-up story.”


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He laughed louder.


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Me too.


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I poured oil in kadai.


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Then He went to balcony, phone in hand.  

I stirred curry, added turmeric.  

From distance, I could hear “Yes anna… flatmates are software boys… safety is okay…”


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Ten minutes passed.


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He came back and sat on dining chair.


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“He accepted,” he said.  

“But asked full investigation. location, Office of flatmates, contanct numbers…”


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I laughed.


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“He doesn’t ask this much when I go to bazaar.”


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“Anna is protective,” he said.


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“About you? Or me?” I asked, raising eyebrow.


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He smiled, looked away.


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“Maybe both,” he said softly.


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By now, it was 7:30.  

I had finished making dinner.


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Simple meal —  

Sambar.  

Lady’s finger fry.  

Papad.


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I called him.  

He helped set the plates.


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We both sat at dining table.  

Only fan sound and plate sounds.


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He took second helping.


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I smirked.


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“Tomorrow your new roommates won’t give like this.”


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“I’ll miss this food,” he said.


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I shook head.


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He smiled softly.


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Dinner was over.  


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I poured water into tumblers.  

Arjun was still sitting near dining table, swiping something on his phone lazily.


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I leaned on the sink, sipping slowly.


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Then I took out my phone.  

Time — 8:20.


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I dialed home.


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“Hello ma?” I said, voice soft.


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My amma answered.  

Children’s noise in background.  

My younger one voice sharpest — “Ammaaaaaa!”


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I smiled without realizing.  

That smile that only comes for your own blood.


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“had dinner?”


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He shouted something about dosa and cartoon.  

Elder one took the phone next.


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“Mummy, tell appa to get my blue pencil box!”


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“Okay da, I’ll tell,” I said.


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They fought over the phone, one pushing the other.  

Amma laughing in background.


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We spoke for five minutes.  

My kids told me about college, rain, one fish story.  

Same chaos.  

Same sweetness.


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I cut the call.  

Felt something settle in chest.  

Like warm milk.


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Then Kartik called.


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I answered.


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“Hello?”


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“Hey… just finished meeting,” he said.  

Voice had that business dryness.


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“Hmm.”


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“Listen Trip got extended.”


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“Again ah?”


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“Yeah… extra five days. One of the clients postponed demo.”


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“So you’ll come only next week?”


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“Most likely Friday evening or saturday,” he said.


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I didn’t say anything.  

Just looked at my fingers.


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“Okay. Arjun said he’ll move to new flat?”


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“Hmm. He found one today, his collegemate room it seems. Looks serious.”


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“Hm. Okay. You’re okay, no?”


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“Why won’t I be?” I asked, tone light.


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Then he asked,  

“Pavi…”


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“Hmm?”


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“You want to go hometown for a few days?”


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I said

“Last week I was thinking to go…”


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I paused.


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“…but not now. I’m okay.”


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He asked, "Are you sure, you will be alone".


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I smiled.


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“One week will pass fast.”


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“Once You come back. We’ll both go, and pick the kids back,” I said casually.


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He said, "that would be good, but if you able to manage, then I'm fine."


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then he continued, "Can I tell, arjun to stay for one week?"


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I said, "no. let him go. he needs to settle down it seems."


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then he said, "Fine, and be careful",


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I didn't answer much, we talked little more, asked about kids, and his food, and everything.


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Finally he said, “Take care.”


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“Okay. You too.”


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“Bye.”


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Call ended.


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I stared at wall for two seconds.


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Then turned, picked up plate, and started wiping it.


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By 9:15, I was finishing vessel work.  

Soap, water, steel scrubbing.


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Oil stains on ladle.  

I rinsed carefully.


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Kitchen was almost shining now.  

My mood was clean too.


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Fan blowing softly.  

Stove cool.  

My mind slow, calm.


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I wiped last wet plate.  

Hung towel on hook.  

Turned off extra light.


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Arjun was watching something on TV.


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TV volume low.


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I walked and sat beside him.  

Legs folded to one side.  

Nightie soft against thighs.


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He smiled without looking at me.


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“Movie?” I asked.


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He nodded.


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“Some tamil movie, Romantic, Fun and stupid.”


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We both watched.


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It was romantic too.  


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Cute scenes.


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One song played.  

Soft piano.  

Rain falling.  

Couple hugging under blanket.


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I felt Arjun shift beside me.


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His arm came behind my waist.


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Then slowly, his palm rested near my side.


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I didn’t react.


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He leaned slightly.


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Fingers moved gently.


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One brush against my breast.


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I turned slowly.


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“Not today da,” I said quietly.


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My voice wasn’t angry.  

Not cold.  

Just full.


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He looked at me.  

Nodded.  

Hand dropped back.


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We kept watching.


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Movie ended around 11:45pm.


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He smiled, yawned.


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“Good one,” he said.


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I got up slowly.  

Stretched arms.  

Back cracked a little.


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“Going to bed,” I said.


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He nodded.  

Still holding remote.


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I walked to bedroom.  

Closed door behind.


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Fan was already running.  

Bed already inviting.


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I lay down.


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Closed eyes.


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Outside, TV sound still there.  

He hadn’t slept yet.


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I smiled once into pillow.  

Then turned and slept.


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I don’t know what time it was…  

but I felt the door open.


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Soft creak.


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I was half-asleep.  

The fan was rotating slow above my head.  

Blanket over legs.  

My body warm, chest rising soft.


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Then —  

I felt it.


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That weight.


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That slow climb onto the bed.  

Not heavy.  

Just familiar.


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And two arms wrapped around me from behind.  

One cheek against my shoulder.


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I didn’t turn.  

Didn’t talk.  

Just closed my eyes tighter.


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Let him hold me.


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Just warmth.  

Human skin on human skin.  

Soft breath at my neck.  

My palm rested over his hand.


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And I slept again.


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Next morning.


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Light entered from window slowly.  

Curtain moving a little.  

Bird sound.


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I opened my eyes alone.  

Arjun had left the bed already.  

I could hear water running in main bathroom.

 

I stretched once — full body stretch.  

Breasts lifted.  

Back cracked a little.


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Then I got up.


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Walked into attached bathroom.  

Brushed.  

Splashed water on face.


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Looked in mirror.


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Face calm.  

Eyes slow.  

No guilt.  

No rush.


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Just the usual Pavitra.


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I came out.  

Opened wardrobe.  

Picked an old cotton saree — mustard colour with faded green border.


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Wore it fast with bra, blouse, panty and petticoat.  

Folded pleats like machine.  

Tucked in.  

Pallu straight.


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Tied hair into low bun.  

Applied pottu.


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Just slightly emptier inside.


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Arjun was already in hall.


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I smiled.


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“Tea?”


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He smiled back.


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“Yes pavi.”


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I poured tea.  

Sat near him.  

We both had tea quietly.


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No touching.  

No teasing.


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Just normal.


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Breakfast and Lunch was simple.  

I made tomato rice.  

Curd. No non-veg today.


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He started packing.


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Around 3:45, he zipped his bag.


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I came near door.  

Held out one hand.


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He smiled.


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“What?”


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I stepped closer.  

Lifted face slightly.  

And gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.


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Warm.  

Quick.  

Just a goodbye.


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Then I said,  

“Bye da. Come if you’re free.”


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He gave small smile.


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“Sure… anni.”


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I looked at him once.


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He blinked.


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“Sorry. Pavi.”


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I smiled.


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He picked his bag, opened door, stepped out.


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And just like that —  

he left.


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House became silent again.


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Fan sound.  

My breathing.  

That’s all.


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I walked to sofa.  

Sat down.


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Folded my legs.  

Took phone.


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Called Appa.


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Talked to kids.


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They told stories.  


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I smiled.  

Talked normal.  

Told them I’d call tomorrow.


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I placed phone on table.


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And just as I leaned back—


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*Ding-dong.*


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Doorbell.


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I blinked.


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Stood up.  

Walked to door.