Adultery Geetha ~ teacher

[Haran000]

3. Hiddn thoughts

As the hum of the staff room was a distant murmur, Anil, the social studies teacher, strode into Bharath’s classroom. 


His arrival brought an immediate hush. Without preamble, he commanded, “Anyone who were absent yesterday, stand up!”

Three students stood up: Pavani from the second bench of girls column, followed by Harish and Bharath.

Anil’s gaze settled on Pavani. “Pavani, why were you absent yesterday?”

“Sir, I had a fever,” she replied softly.

“Oh, really? Show me the doctor’s note.”

Pavani, without a word, produced the note. Anil glanced at it and waved her to sit.

He then moved towards the front, his steps deliberate, until he stood before Bharath and Harish on the fourth bench. He met Bharath’s eyes, a rhythmic tap of his stick on the bench punctuating his words. “What about you, hero? Two days you’ve been gone. No leave letter. Where did you disappear to? And Harish, you answer me too.”

Harish stammered, “Dad, that is…”

Both boys stood rigid, hands clasped, heads bowed, trembling slightly.

Bharath, finding his voice, admitted, “Sir, that is… we went on a trip, sir.”

Anil’s gaze sharpened on Harish.

“We both went together, sir,” Harish confirmed, his voice barely a whisper.

Anil’s anger flared, his voice rising. “So, you two go on heavenly trips together, and college can go to hell, your studies can go to garbage, is that it?”

“Sorry, sir, I forgot to give the leave letter,” Bharath mumbled.

“Shut up!” Anil’s command cracked through the air. “Go, stand outside. If I give you four days of holidays after exams, will you skip college for another 2 days? You’ll regret it if you don’t pass in board exam. Harish, if you don’t let Bharath study, both of you will get low marks, I’m warning you.”

Scared, the two boys shuffled out, positioning themselves by the classroom door.

“Why’s he blaming me?” Harish grumbled under his breath.

“Of course he is!” Bharath retorted, a hint of accusation in his tone. “You study everything and disturb me. You convinced me for trip even if I said this would happen.”

“What did I do? I just took you there for company,” Harish defended.

“Oh, but you don’t care about college, and then you get good marks in the exam,” Bharath fumed. “Meanwhile, I’m the one who ends up an asshole.”

Meanwhile, in the staff room, after the incident involving Ramya and Ganesh, Geetha held her book, patiently awaiting the bell for her next period. When it finally chimed, she stepped out.

After the class concluded, Anil emerged. Harish, quick to act, caught Anil’s arm. “Daddy, can we go inside? Our legs are hurting, please…”

Anil shook his head. “No need. Stay out for another period, then you can go inside during lunch.” With that, he walked away.

Bharath turned to Harish, a question in his eyes. “Hey, your dad knows we went on a trip with your brother, right? Then why’s he making us stand like this?”

“I didn’t tell my dad bro. We just went with brother,” Harish confessed.

“You… Then why did you say no when I wanted to give a leave letter?” Bharath groaned, scratching his head. “Now we have to stand for another period, ugh.”

His gaze drifted across the college grounds, and a small sparkle lit his eyes as he saw Geetha approaching. He met her gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips. Geetha returned his smile, drawing closer. As she neared, Bharath felt an inexplicable lightness, as if he had sprouted wings.

“Let’s ask Miss if we can go inside,” Harish suggested.

“Yeah…” Bharath agreed, but their hope was quickly dashed.

As Geetha reached them, her expression was one of mild inquiry. “Why weren’t you two at college past 2 days?”

Their faces fell simultaneously.

“That, Miss…” Harish began.

“And why are you standing outside?” Geetha continued.

Bharath, captivated, found himself staring at Geetha – her lips, her cheeks, her neck, as she spoke.

“Social Sir told us to stand outside until lunch,” Bharath finally managed.

“Oh, really? Then stand,” Geetha said simply.

“Miss, please, our legs are hurting,” Harish pleaded.

“I don’t know anything,” Geetha replied, firm but not unkind. “Anil Sir is your class teacher. Just stand.” She then walked into the classroom.

As she turned away, Bharath watched her, his gaze tracing her form from bottom to top, a sense of delight and contentment washing over him.

“Let’s stay, it’s fine,” Bharath declared. “See, the teacher will be right next to us. If we go inside, we’d have to sit somewhere far away to see her.”

“Oh, useless fellow,” Harish scoffed, exasperated. “When my legs are hurting, why are you just staring at her?”

“You won’t understand,” Bharath said, his eyes still fixed on Geetha.

He watched as Geetha began her lesson. The distance from the classroom door to the board was no more than seven feet. Whenever she turned towards the board, he saw the fair curve of her waist, the subtle, milky lines that appeared beneath her saree as it shifted. He noted her rosy lips parting when she spoke and the line of her back as she turned towards the girls' side of the room.

Harish, observing Bharath’s unblinking stare, was taken aback. He leaned in, whispering into Bharath’s ear, “Are you listening to the class, or staring at Miss?”

“Whatever you think,” Bharath replied, unfazed.

Harish pinched his shoulder. “you idiot, if Miss finds out you’re looking like that, she’ll kill you right here.”

Just then, Geetha’s eyes landed on them. “What are you two talking about?” she threatened, her voice sharp. “Can’t you stay silent even when you’re standing outside?”

Bharath instantly snapped out of his trance. Both boys flinched, silenced, their faces cast downwards.

When the class ended and the lunch bell rang, Geetha called them inside. Grateful, they thanked her, entered, and took their seats.

“Tomorrow I will take a slip test, 25 marks,” Geetha announced. “Practice this chapter and come.” With that, she departed.

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The setting sun cast long shadows as Geeta exited the college gates, her gaze falling upon Ramya and Ganesh walking away together. A voice from behind startled her – Harish. Both he and Bharat, who was with him, seemed a little flustered as they turned.

"Good evening, Miss," Harish began.

Bharat echoed a hesitant, "Good evening…"

"Oh, good evening, Harish," Geeta replied, a touch of curiosity in her voice. "What is it?"

"Miss," Harish stammered, "you said there'd be a test, and… we didn't come to college."

Geeta sighed. "Oh, well then, ask others for notes and write them down. Even after four days of holidays, you haven't come."

"It's not that, Miss," Bharat interjected, a plea in his voice. "Please, put the test on Saturday."

Geeta's gaze sharpened, a silent reprimand.

Just then, Anil emerged, wheeling his bike. Spotting them with Geeta, he approached Harish. "Hari, let's go."

"The test will not be postponed," Geeta declared, her voice firm. "Just study."

"Oh, I spoke to the Principal," Anil announced casually, "and from now on, grade students will have a test for one subject every day."

Both Harish and Bharat stared, their expressions a mixture of shock and disbelief. Geeta, however, merely smiled.

"Dad?" Harish finally managed.

"Yes," Anil confirmed, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's what's right for you."

Harish, shoulders slumped in defeat, trudged away. Geeta then turned her attention to Bharat.

"Bharat, I told you," she said, her voice softening slightly. "You're already behind in studies. What will you study if you go on tours like this? Harish isn't like you, don't you know?"

"Sorry, Miss," Bharat mumbled, looking down.

"Will saying sorry bring back the 2 days of classes you missed?" Geeta pressed gently. 

"Your mother is afraid you'll fail, you know."

"Okay, Miss, I'll practice today and take the test tomorrow," Bharat promised, his gaze earnest. "You'll help me, right?"

"Hmm…" Geeta hummed in agreement.

"Bye, Miss," Bharat said, turning to leave. "I'm going home and will be back."

As Bharat began to walk away, a thought suddenly struck Geeta. She needed groceries. 

"Bharat, stop!" she called out.

He returned, his brow furrowed in question. "What happened, Miss?"

"I need to pick up groceries from the shop, and there's a lot," Geeta explained. "You come with me. You can go home after tuition anyway. Do you have any work at home?"

The earlier sadness on Bharat's face vanished, replaced by a wide smile. "Uh!... No, Miss, let's go."

They walked to the shop together. The shopkeeper, after bagging the groceries into three covers, handed them to Bharat. He managed to hold two in one hand, but Geeta noticed his slight struggle.

"Bharat, give me one?" she offered.

"It's okay, Miss, I'll hold them," he insisted.

"Hey, give it," Geeta said, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she looked at him. She took one of the bags from his hand, and Bharat, without argument, let her. As Geeta smiled, her eyes seemed to enchant Bharat.

Stepping out of the shop and walking towards home, he spoke softly. "Miss…"

"What?" Geeta replied.

"What your age, Miss?" he blurted out.

Geeta paused, surprised for a moment, then a blush crept onto her cheeks as she smiled. "Why, Bharat? You shouldn't have ask that."

"I'm sorry, Miss."

"Why apologize for this, Bharat? It's fine," she reassured him. "I'm twenty-seven now."

"Hmm…" Bharat hummed. "I thought so. You look so young. Even when you wore the salwar suit the other day, you looked just as cute."

Geeta's cheeks flushed a deeper red with shyness at his words.

"Miss, you should wear the dress you bought during shopping that day," Bharat continued, oblivious. "It was very nice."

"Why?" Geeta asked, a hint of curios amusement.

"Because, Miss, that dress is really good. You'll look even cuter wearing it. Gautam Sir would kiss you if he were next to you, you know."

As Bharat spoke, Geeta felt a warmth spread through her. She imagined Gautam truly kissing her at that moment, and her pace unconsciously slowed, lost in the reverie.

“ What is he saying, but truly, when he comes again, I'll wear that dress.

 Or I'll wear it when I go. What are you doing there Goutham? 

You didn't even call today. At least I have Bharat with me. 

He's helping me with everything just like you said. 

I just need to help him with his tuition so he gets good marks.”

"Gautam Sir isn't really that much like an uncle, he's quite good," Bharat added, pulling her from her thoughts.

Geeta laughed. "Hey Bharat, that’s too much of word?"

"Oh, sorry Miss… I mean, Sir is a bit older, right?"

"Hmm…" Geeta conceded.

They reached home. Bharat opened the gate, and they stepped inside, stopping in front of the door. Geeta's key was in her handbag, and as she reached for it on her left shoulder, she bent slightly to place the grocery cover she was holding on the ground. As her shoulder lowered, the handbag slipped down, and with it, Geeta's saree pallu, which had been gracefully covering her, also slid away.

In that instant, the beauty that had been veiled for so long was unexpectedly revealed to Bharat's eyes. His pupils widened in surprise, and his heart rate quickened. As Geeta quickly pulled the pallu back up, her breasts touched each other with the movement of her hands, mangalsutra thread settling between cheese curves just before creating a visible cleavage. Her left breast jiggled slightly. 

Bharat, who had witnessed the fleeting scene, felt his throat go dry. He immediately looked away, embarrassment flooding his face.

Geeta, flustered and anxious, quickly covered herself with the pallu, secured her handbag, and straightened up. When she glanced at Bharat, he was staring intently towards Vimala's house, but a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.

“Oh no… what did I do? Why did this even happen? Did he see it or not?”

Looking at Bharat, it didn't seem like he had seen it, but Geeta's doubtful question lingered unanswered.

“Did he see it and then turn his face away? 

Damn… what is this? A pin would have solved it.”

Geeta had no definitive answer to whether he had seen it or not, and the unsettling assumption that he must have filled her with an overwhelming wave of shyness.

She unlocked the door, casting a shy and suspicious glance at Bharat before stepping inside. Bharat remained standing silently.

"Come inside, Bharat…" Geeta called.

"Yes, Miss…"

Geeta immediately retreated into the bedroom.

Seeing that Geeta had left the cover she was holding and gone inside, Bharat concluded she was embarrassed. He picked up the remaining grocery bag, came inside, and sat down. A slight tremor began in his legs.

He pressed his hands against his face, and what he had just seen flashed in his eyes again. As that image replayed in his mind, the tower that had already lost its signals received another powerful message. A flush of heat spread through him. He sat with his legs folded.

He looked towards Geeta's room; she still hadn't returned. He didn't know what to do.

“Why did I even look at Miss? It was some kind of mistake. 

Phew… I wonder what Miss thought, noticing that I looked. 

Should I say sorry? No… if she thinks I didn't see it, 

then I'll be admitting that I did. No…”

Meanwhile, Geeta had closed the door, adjusted her saree pallu, and secured it with a pin on her shoulder. But her nails biting thoughts refused to settle.

“I wonder what he thought. If he saw it, he's just a boy. 

How did I seem to him? Will his opinion of me change? 

Oh no, if he tells anyone. No, no, he won't tell, he's a good boy.”

She took a deep breath, composed her expression into a smile as if nothing untoward had happened, and opened the door. Bharat was still sitting there, deep in thought, fidgeting with his fingers. Seeing him like that, her anxiety resurfaced.

“Oh no, he must have seen it. Geeta, what have you done? 

You seem to have embarrassed the boy by mistake.”

As Geeta watched, Bharat immediately opened his bag and pulled out a book. He opened it, placed it on his lap, and began turning the pages. Geeta, feeling a semblance of calm return, went to sit next to him. 

Both silently agreed it was best to forget what had happened and act as if nothing had occurred. 

To ease Bharat's discomfort, Geeta initiated a conversation. He handed the book to her.

"Miss, can you tell me what I missed in these 2 days?" Bharat asked.

Though sincerity shone in Bharat's eyes, the book in his hand trembled slightly. Geeta took it and moved a little closer. As Bharat's shoulder brushed against her hand, a tremor, unlike anything she had felt before, ran through her from his touch today.

"Look, you missed these three parts of the classes," Geeta began. "It's difficult to explain everything now like I would in class. I'll explain two for each, you do the rest, and ask if you have doubts."

"Okay, Miss…" Bharat agreed.

Geeta began to explain, and Bharat listened intently. As time passed, Geeta felt that Bharat was subtly trying to maintain some distance for a reason she couldn't quite pinpoint. Moreover, he kept shifting and folding his legs, even placing a pad between them.

Noticing all this, an unwelcome suspicion crept into Geeta's mind. She became even more uncomfortable. She decided it would be better to keep some distance from Bharat in this situation.

"Bharat, would you like some snacks?" she offered.

"No thanks, Miss, I'm not hungry," he replied.

"It's not like that, just… I have some cookies that I bought at the shop earlier."

"Oh, Miss, I want tea, but never mind, why should you make tea now?" Bharat said, almost to himself.

"Oh, don't think like that. You keep doing this, I'll go make it."

Bharat watched Miss turn towards the kitchen. She wore a grey saree with a black blouse that made her milky white back glow even more. She always chose blouses with a back hook strap that came under her shoulder blades, which was why half of her back was beautifully captivating to those who looked from behind. He really liked the mole on her right shoulder blade. He strained to see if it would appear just once, but no, it remained hidden. She tucked the saree pallu in front of her navel, making careful pleats. Oh, that right side of her slender waist… words failed him. Since she had opened the door earlier, the life inside him felt like it wanted to burst out, and he didn't know how to stop it. His hands wouldn't stop, they were trembling.

Geeta returned with the tea. He sat on the sofa, took the cup without looking at her, and drank it while staring at the book. In his agitation, the hot, steaming tea touched his upper lip and scalded him. He flinched.

"Drink slowly, Bharat, it's hot," Geeta cautioned.

He blew on it and continued to drink, his mind still reeling from what had transpired. As the sweet taste of the tea touched his tongue, his mind calmed slightly.

"Miss, you know I can live just by drinking your tea," Bharat said, almost a whisper.

Geeta was overwhelmed. She looked at Bharat's face with a smile, playfully twirling a strand of hair around her finger with her left hand, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Oh, Bharat, you always say that."

"Your tea always tastes this good."

"That's enough," Geeta chuckled. "Study."


The last vestiges of daylight surrendered to the encroaching dusk, painting the sky in hues of deep indigo. Inside, Bharat, ever diligent, delved deeper into his studies, his mind grappling with complex subjects. The rhythmic clinking of dishes from the kitchen signaled Geetha's presence, her hands busy with the evening's clean-up.

A sudden stiffness in his legs prompted Bharat to rise. He gravitated towards the kitchen, pausing at the doorway. "Miss, do you need help?" he offered, his voice a quiet inquiry.

Geetha, without missing a beat, responded, "You study, Bharat, I'll manage."

Yet, Bharat remained, his gaze lingering on her waist and back as she continued her chore. 

"Go on, go study. Why are you still here?" Geetha prompted, a hint of amusement in her tone.

"My legs felt numb from sitting for so long, so I'm just standing like this for a bit," he replied, a casual excuse.

Just then, a bowl slipped from Geetha's grasp, clattering to the floor. Bharat instinctively knelt, retrieving it swiftly and handing it back to her. Geetha took it, her eyes momentarily meeting his in a fleeting, shy glance.

"Why isn't sir calling today?" Bharat asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"He's very busy, Bharat. He hasn't been talking properly for four days," Geetha explained, a touch of concern in her voice.

"Oh…" Bharat murmured, his interest piqued. He shifted a little closer, leaning against the back wall, his right hand resting on his head. "He'll call once his work is done, Miss…"

"Hmm…" Geetha hummed in agreement.

"Miss, I'm leaving," Bharat announced, a sense of finality in his tone.

"You could stay a bit longer, couldn't you, Bharat?" Geetha surprised him by asking, her voice softer than before. She finished her washing, rinsing her hands and drying them with the corner of her saree. "All right, go. Don't waste time playing phone games when you get home, understand?"

"Yes, Miss," Bharat affirmed. He then placed his hands gently on her shoulders, offering a silent, reassuring gesture.

"If I don't see an improvement in your studies, I'll stop tutoring you," Geetha warned, though her expression softened.

"No, Miss, I'll study," he promised, his voice earnest.

"Good… Go home carefully," she advised.

"Hmm… Bye, Miss," he said, turning to leave, the quiet domestic scene lingering in the air.

=

The night air was thick with the scent of jasmine as Gautham's call broke the quiet. 

"Hello, Geetha," he greeted, his voice a warm hum.

"Yes, tell me," Geetha replied, her tone soft with a hint of fatigue.

"Are you asleep?" he asked, a smile audible in his words.

"Not yet," she yawned, stretching. "Did you see the dress photos I sent?"

A beat of silence. "Oh, I haven't seen them," Gautham admitted, a note of surprise in his voice.

Geetha's voice took on a playful edge. "It's been four days! I sent them so you could tell me which one you liked, and you haven't even looked."

"I was busy, Geetha, I forgot," he said, a touch of sheepishness in his tone.

"It's okay," she relented. "Just see now and tell me."

"Who took the photos?" Gautham inquired.

"Bharat came with me," Geetha replied simply.

"The white dress looks good," he declared after a moment, his voice deepening slightly.

"Oh, really?" Geetha's surprise was evident. "Bharat said the same."

A chuckle rumbled through the phone. "Oh my, the boy enjoyed himself then."

Geetha's brow furrowed. "Why did you say that?"

"In that dress," Gautham began, his voice laced with amusement, "oh, see how tight things are looking."

Geetha pulled up the photo, and a blush crept up her neck. The "V" shaped neckline of the dress indeed highlighted her cleavage, making her feel suddenly exposed. A wave of shyness washed over her, and she remembered the fleeting, charged moments from earlier that evening, a small smile playing on her lips. "Ugh, stop ya... that's all you men look at."

Gautham's laughter filled the line. "Well, you must have made that boy quite uncomfortable, but what's wrong with that? He probably enjoyed seeing his sexy teacher."

"Will you stop now?" Geetha retorted, a hint of genuine indignation in her voice. "Bharat isn't like that, he's a good boy. Besides, I covered myself with chunni."

"Good or bad, men will be men, my cutie," Gautham mused, then abruptly fell silent, as if questioning his own words.

"Do you know what else he said?" Geetha continued, a mischievous glint in her eye as she recounted the evening. "He said if you were here, you would have kissed me."

"Oh, why did he say that?" Gautham's tone was sharper now, a flicker of something unreadable in his voice.

"Meaning?" Geetha prodded, sensing a shift.

"I don't know, he's a good boy, right? And your favorite student." Gautham's voice was laced with an odd blend of sarcasm and something else she couldn't quite decipher.

"I don't understand," she admitted, genuinely perplexed.

Gautham laughed, a rich, deep sound. "Did he say 'I'll kiss you,' or did he want to kiss you?"

Geetha felt a hot flush spread across her face, her embarrassment deepening. The casual intimacy of the photo conversation had been one thing, but this was entirely another. "Stop it! Who talks to their wife like that?"

"Hahaha... I was just joking," Gautham said, his laughter subsiding.

"Haav..." Geetha yawned again, a sound of genuine exhaustion.

"Are you sleepy?" he asked, his voice softening.

"Of course," she mumbled.

"Okay, go to sleep," Gautham said, his voice now gentle and loving. "I'll call in the morning."
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To be continued…………..