Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

2. Tuition 

On a typical Monday, Geetha found herself at the movies with Gautam, enjoying a brief escape from her routine. The following day, Bharat was expected for tuition, but he failed to show up, leaving Geetha puzzled.

By Wednesday, Geetha was still wondering about Bharat's absence. As she walked home that evening, she spotted him in front of the college, browsing a book stall. She called out to him, curious of yesterday’s absence.

"Hey, Bharat! You said you would come for tuition, right? Why didn't you come yesterday?" she asked.

Bharat replied, "Miss, my mom said I shouldn’t start a new on Tuesday."

"Oh, right," Geetha acknowledged.

"I'll come today, Miss. Will you be there?" Bharat asked, his tone hopeful.

"Yes, I will be there. Come by 6:30," she confirmed.

"Okay, Miss. I will go now," he said, waving goodbye.

After Bharat left, Geetha received a phone call from Gautam.

"Geetha, are you returning?" he asked.

"Uh... I just came out of college," she replied.

" Buy some tea powder from the supermarket on the way," Gautam instructed.

"I will bring," she promised.

As she walked ahead, a red car suddenly stopped in front of her, causing her to drop her purse. The driver quickly exited the vehicle, apologizing, "Sorry, I didn't see you. I didn't expect you to turn this way."

Geetha looked into his eyes, momentarily lost in thought. He smiled, and as he bent down to retrieve her purse, he handed it to her, gently holding her right hand. His sharp beautiful eyes and warm smile captivated her, snapping her back to reality.

"It's okay, just be careful when stopping in front of the shop," she managed to say.

"Hmm... Okay. I was in a bit of a hurry," he replied, glancing at her from head to toe, making her feel self-conscious.

As she entered the store, he turned to look at her one last time. Inside, he found her reaching for an item on a high shelf, her waist visible as she stretched body upward. Feeling embarrassed, he quickly looked away.

Geetha grabbed a cumin packet and noticed him lost in thought. She adjusted her saree, and when she looked up, their eyes met again. "Is he looking at me, or is it just my imagination?" she wondered, adjusting her hair. Just then, he caught her gaze, and she felt a flutter in her chest.

He had a birthmark in his right eye, which intrigued her. He looked to be around her age, and his smile made her want to keep looking. However, she turned away, feeling it was inappropriate. As she walked back towards the counter, they accidentally bumped into each other. Her shoulder brushed against his chest, and his lips grazed her forehead like a feather. A wave of sensation rippled through her body, and when his warm breath brushed against her nose, it felt like a gentle breeze, causing a drop of sweat to slide down.

As she stumbled to the side, he instinctively caught her waist, stabilizing her stance. She gasped softly at his touch, and the counter boy, witnessing the moment, thought she had stumbled. Once she regained her balance, he let go, though the encounter lasted only a few seconds.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't expect you to come this way. It was unintentional," he said, looking flustered.

Geetha was at a loss for words, her gaze still fixed on him. Her mind was racing, and without realizing it, she placed the cumin packet and the Red Label tea powder on the counter. He noticed her staring, but it seemed he was in a hurry.

"Please, can you bill me quickly? I have a flight to catch," he said.

"No problem, go ahead," Geetha replied adjusting.

After he was billed and left, Geetha decided to head home. 

Upon reaching home, she found Gautam in the kitchen boiling milk. After washing her hands, she looked at him.

"I was supposed to bring it, right?" she asked.

"Hmm... How was college?" Gautam inquired.

"It was the same as usual. I will make tea now," she replied, heading to the kitchen.

Gautam settled in the hall, and after preparing the tea, Geetha joined him. 

"Hmm... My mom also called and asked me to come over once. Should we go tomorrow? It will be nice if you come too," Geetha proposed.

"Shall we go? It's up to you," Gautam replied with a smile.

"Yes, we should go tomorrow," she confirmed.

"Okay," he agreed.

Later, Bharat arrived, standing at the entrance and glancing around. Gautam noticed him and called out, "Hey, come in. What are you looking at outside?"

Bharat looked around, unsure where to sit. He found a plastic stool next to the teapod and sat down, but Gautam insisted he sit on the sofa.

"Bharat, how can you study sitting on that stool?" Gautam asked.

Reluctantly, Bharat got up and sat next to Gautam, who had been watching TV. The large screen caught Bharat's attention.

Do they really have such a big TV at home?, he wondered.

Gautam switched off the TV, and Bharat took out a book, focusing on social studies. Gautam went outside, leaving Geetha to handle the kitchen. As she wiped the sweat from her forehead, Bharat glanced her way. Geetha raised her hand, and her waist became visible. She looked at Bharat but then lowered his head to focus on book.

Geetha approached Bharat, handing him the trigonometry notes. As she stretched, the damp patches of underarms on her cotton blouse caught Bharat's eye. Geetha adjusted her hair and checked the time on the wall clock, revealing more of her waist. Bharat's fingers twitched at the sight.

"Oh no, it's already seven. It's been half an hour since you came. What's going on?" Geetha asked, noticing Bharat's distraction.

Bharat quickly turned his gaze away and retrieved his math notes. 

"Did you write down the six formulas I told you about today?" Geetha asked.

"Yes, Miss," Bharat replied.

"Take page number 72 from the textbook and solve the first problem," she instructed.

In four minutes, Bharat solved the problem and showed it to her.

"Do another one. Solve all of them," Geetha said, moving closer to see his work.

After two minutes, she was still a bit far from him, and Bharat continued to solve the problems. Geetha was sweating, and he noticed a pleasant scent wafting from her. Despite his focus on the formulas, he felt a stirring within him when Geetha placed her hand on his shoulder.

"You're getting them one by one. You understood how to use the formulas, right?" she asked.

"Hmm... Miss," Bharat replied, trying to concentrate.

"Keep working, and if you have any doubts, ask," she encouraged, leaning back and closing her eyes.

Gautam entered and saw Bharat studying.

"Are you studying?" he asked.

"Yes, he is doing it slowly," Geetha replied.

"You know, Bharat, all these marks won't help you here," Gautam said.

"They will help engineering students, sir," Bharat countered.

"Who knows, kid," Gautam replied, picking up his laptop and heading to the bedroom.

Bharat asked Geetha for water, and she went to get it. As she walked to the kitchen, he took a deep breath, realizing he hadn't looked down yet. "Am I coming here to study or just to see her?" he thought.

Geetha returned with a glass of water, handing it to him. "Thanks, Miss," he said, gulping.

Geetha explained all the homework problems to Bharat, and as the clock ticked, she realized it was time for him to go home.

"Bharat, it's time to go home now. It's already 8:30," she said.

"Okay, Miss. Good night," he replied, standing up to leave.

As he was about to exit, Geetha called out, "Bharat, I won't be here for three days. I won't come to college either. We’ll resume tuition when I return."

"Okay, Miss," he said, feeling a mix of disappointment and anticipation.



The next day, Geetha went to her parents' house, staying there for three days. After returning home, she spent one night before Gautam left again.

On the day Gautam departed, Geetha chose not to go to college, her mind lingering on the events of the past few days and the unexpected connections she had formed.



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The sun shone brightly over the college as Geetha sat in her classroom, a sense of melancholy enveloping her.

 It was the fourth period, and she had just entered the class, taking her place at the front of the bench. 

“Today, there’s no class, so you can do whatever you like. If you make noise, I’ll send you out of the class,” she announced, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of playfulness. The students fell silent, some girls engrossed in drawing, while the boys at the back were absorbed in their games.

Geetha took out her phone and began chatting with Gautam, her fingers dancing over the screen. Meanwhile, Harish and Bharat, seated close together, leaned in to whisper, their heads almost touching.

“Hey, what happened? Miss isn’t teaching today,” Bharat asked.

“How would I know? Why are you asking me?” Harish replied, shrugging nonchalantly. “It would be nice if she taught, right ? ”

“Why?” Bharath shot back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You can see her waist, right?” Harish said, little naughtiness creeping onto his face.

“Hey, are you saying that about Miss?” Bharath exclaimed, feigning shock.

“If she bends down just once, it would be visible, oh my…” harish trailed off, lost in thought.

“But when she writes on the board, you can see her sweat. Um... you should check the smell there,” Bharath joked, wrinkling his nose.

“Ugh, why would you smell sweat?” Harish retorted, though a grin broke through.

“That’s what drives me crazy,” Bharat confessed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. 

“Man, just the other day, I got crazy just looking at her. I wonder if I’ll get another chance in tuition today.”

“ Her husbands is lucky, man,” Harish replied, a hint of envy in his voice.

“Yeah, whenever they want, they can hold her waist and even kiss her,” Bharat added, his tone wistful.

“True, man. How is her waist so fair? Our classmates are not this sexy,” Harish remarked, his eyes glinting with admiration.

“Yeah, if you look closely, pants getting tight,” Bharat noted, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Hmm. If we get a chance, we should do something with Miss,” Harish suggested, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

“Hey, don’t say that, it’s wrong,” Bharat cautioned, though his tone lacked conviction.

“What’s wrong? You wouldn’t mind if someone said your waist looks good, would you?” Harish countered.

“I mean, I just want to kiss that waist once,” Bharat admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It would have been nice if Miss had come two years ago; she came to our college this year,” Harish said, a hint of regret in his voice.

“Why?” Bharat asked, genuinely curious.

“Once we finish 10th, we won’t see Miss again,” Harish replied, a note of sadness creeping in.

“True,” Bharat agreed, his mind racing with thoughts of the future.

“Okay, if she finds out we’re talking like this, she’ll send us out,” Bharat warned, a sense of urgency in his voice.

“I don’t like talking about Miss like this with Harish. I feel like my feelings for Miss should be mine alone. That’s why I didn’t even tell him that I go to tuition. Miss won’t tell anyone either,” Bharat thought to himself, a mix of confusion and longing swirling within him.

After class, Geetha left, and the two boys lingered, wishing for just a little more time. During lunch, they stepped outside, and Bharat picked a rose flower, a gesture that made Harish raise an eyebrow.

“Why did you pick that flower?” Harish asked.

“I’ll give it to Miss,” Bharat replied, a shy smile spreading across his face.

As they entered the college, they spotted Geetha heading towards the 8th class. Bharat approached her, holding out the flower.

“Miss, this is for you,” he said, his cheeks flushed with shyness.

“Oh, thanks, Bharat,” Geetha replied, her smile warm and genuine.

Just then, Harish, unable to contain himself, blurted out, “Miss, you look very sexy.”

Bharat’s eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t believe Harish had the audacity to say something like that. Geetha’s cheeks flushed, and she looked down, a mix of surprise and embarrassment washing over her.

“Oh, Hari, do you say that to anyone?” she asked, her voice playful yet slightly admonishing.

“But Miss, I couldn’t help but say that when I see you,” Harish replied, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Hey... go to class,” Geetha playfully threatened, her tone lightening the moment.

As they left, Bharat turned to Harish, his curiosity piqued. “What was that you said?”

“What’s wrong? I just said what I felt,” Harish shrugged, a nonchalant expression on his face.

“I wonder what Miss thought about being called sexy,” Bharat mused, his mind racing.

“If Miss gets angry, she’ll scold us. You gave her a flower, and I just praised her; it’s the same,” Harish reasoned.

“That’s true,” Bharat conceded, though a part of him still felt uneasy.


Later that evening, when Geetha returned home, she found Uday, Vimala’s husband waiting for her on the veranda. His gaze made her uncomfortable, and she quickly lowered her head, slipping inside. After tidying up, she settled down to watch TV, hoping to see Bharat before he arrived. Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Gautam.

“What are you doing, darling?” Gautam texted.

“Just sitting here,” Geetha replied.

“Has Bharat come?” Gautam inquired.

“Not yet,” she responded, a hint of anticipation in her voice.

“Should I call?” Gautam asked.

“Hmm…” she replied, her heart racing.

He initiated a video call, and Geetha’s face lit up as she saw him on the screen.

“Hello, tell me,” she said, settling in front of the TV.

“What are you watching on TV?” Gautam asked, his eyes searching hers.

“Just something I put on,” Geetha replied, twirling her hair absentmindedly.

Gautam noticed the sadness etched on her face. “What happened? You seem dull,” he said, concern lacing his voice.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Geetha insisted, though her tone betrayed her.

“Really? Okay,” Gautam replied, though he remained unconvinced.

“What are you doing?” Geetha asked, trying to shift the focus away from her feelings.

“Just a small issue in office, I got some free time. I haven’t finished yet,” he explained.

“Hmmm…” she murmured, her mind wandering.

“Want to know what I’m eating?” Gautam asked, a playful tone returning to his voice.

He showed her a box with a lid, and Geetha’s curiosity piqued. “Oh, what’s so special about it?” she asked.

He opened it, revealing the sweet delicacy inside. “Putharekulu,” he announced proudly.

{Putharekulu, a sweet famous in Telugu states.}

“Are they available in Dubai too?” Geetha asked, her interest growing.

“No, they’re not. A new Telugu family moved into the flat next to mine. They brought some sweets today and gave me two pieces,” Gautam explained.

“Um... what else?” Geetha pressed, eager to hear more.

“They also gave some to you, right?” Gautam teased.

“Come and feed me after coming from Dubai,” Geetha replied, a playful smile gracing her lips.

“Don’t joke, we’ll both eat together when I’m with you,” Gautam promised.

“Hmmm, that’s true,” Geetha agreed, her heart warming at the thought.

Just then, Bharat arrived, slipping inside after removing his shoes. He spotted Geetha talking to Gautam and made his way over, a bright smile on his face.

“ Hey Bharath, what’s special today? ” Goutham asked.

“Talking to you on video call is today’s special, sir,” Bharat said, his tone light and teasing.

Geetha and Gautam exchanged smiles, the warmth of their friendship evident.

“Wow, you’re speaking well,” Gautam complimented.

“Yeah…” Bharat replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Okay, I’ll do call later,” Geetha said, preparing to end the call.

As she was about to cut the call, Bharat thought to himself, “In another four days, FA  exams are coming; I need to study well. I can’t see Miss, so I should study.”

“Bharat, do you want tea?” Geetha suggested, her voice breaking through his thoughts.

“I mean, Miss, that’s too much,” Bharat replied, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

“What’s wrong? Just tell me,” Geetha pressed, her tone encouraging.

“You drink, Miss, why should I?” Bharat countered, unsure.

“Why the hesitation, Bharat? Stay, I’ll get you tea. Don’t be afraid; this isn’t college. Just be casual,” Geetha insisted, her smile reassuring.

With that, she got up to make tea, her loose saree flowing gracefully behind her. Bharat’s heart raced as he watched her move, the fabric accentuating her figure in a way that made him feel both excited and nervous. 

When Geetha returned with the tea, she handed a cup to Bharat. “Here you go, Bharat,” she said, her voice warm.

“Thanks, Miss,” he replied, taking the cup with his right hand. He inhaled the steam, savoring the aroma before taking a sip. 

“Mmm... Miss, what a taste! I’ve never tasted such delicious tea before,” Bharat exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with delight.

Geetha felt a blush creep onto her cheeks at his compliment. 

“Mmm... Miss, the smell  is super, that’s all,” Bharat added, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Stop it, Bharat, is it really that good? My husband never said anything like that,” Geetha replied, a playful smile on her lips.

“What? No, Miss, I really think this is the first time I’ve tasted such rich and strong tea,” Bharat insisted, his sincerity shining through.

“Enough of your flattery; focus on your books. The FA exams are in four days,” Geetha reminded him, her tone shifting to one of seriousness.

“Miss, you’ll make the question paper, right? You can tell me few,” Bharat asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Geetha’s expression turned serious as she looked at him. “Hey, Bharat, that’s wrong. Cheating is not allowed. You should practice; if you do, you’ll get the same questions,” she admonished gently.

“But Miss, I’m not good at math,” Bharat confessed, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Why not? You did it yesterday,” Geetha challenged, her brow furrowing in concern.

“I don’t know; I’m afraid it won’t come in the exam. I still have to study other subjects,” Bharat explained, his voice dropping.

“You should study math here for these three days; I’ll help you. Once you go home, you can study other subjects,” Geetha offered, her tone encouraging.

“Hmmm... okay, Miss,” Bharat agreed, feeling a surge of determination.

As they studied, Geetha sat beside Bharat, her presence sending a rush of warmth through him. He felt his heart race as her hand brushed against him, the proximity igniting a whirlwind of emotions. Despite the temptation to reach out and touch her waist, he focused on his studies, reminding himself of the importance of the upcoming exams.

Suddenly, Geetha’s phone rang, breaking the moment. She stood up to answer it and stepped outside, leaving Bharat to gather his thoughts. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of feelings within him as he picked up his chemistry book.

After half hour, Geetha returned, her demeanor relaxed as she drank some water and sat down beside Bharat. “What are you studying now? Chemistry? Let me ask you some questions,” she said, her voice brightening the room.

Bharat handed over his notes, and Geetha quizzed him on five questions. He managed to answer three, and after encouraging him to keep studying, she headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

As the clock struck nine, Bharat realized it was time to leave. “Miss, I’m leaving,” he said, standing up.

“Oh, okay, Bharat, be careful on the road,” Geetha replied, her voice laced with concern.

“Yeah, Miss, bye, good night,” Bharat said, his heart heavy as he stepped out, the day’s events swirling in his mind. 

As he walked home, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this day, filled with laughter, admiration, and unspoken emotions, would linger in his heart for a long time to come.

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To be continued…………