03-07-2025, 11:38 AM
The following three days passed uneventfully, yet Bharath's affection for Geetha deepened with each passing moment. Their daily conversations, her friendly gestures towards him, and his occasional help with household chores, all while his gaze lingered on her beauty, intensified. His tendency to touch her while talking also increased.
Two days before Geetha's departure for Dubai, Bharath arrived for tuition in the evening.
Before Geetha could enter her house, Jatin, the boy from next door, vimala’s son, approached him.
"Bharath bro, I'm bored, let's play something," Jatin whined.
"Don't you have any friends? Why me?" Bharath asked.
"Their house is far, and Dad doesn't want me going that far," Jatin explained.
"I don't know, Geetha Miss will scold me if I play," Bharath said, feigning reluctance.
He eventually relented and went inside the house. Geetha was in the kitchen, making tea.
Bharath placed his bag on the table and looked into the kitchen. Geetha, dressed in a black cotton saree with her pallu tucked at her waist, was reaching for a sugar box on a high shelf. As she stretched, her blouse strap lifted, revealing an inch of buttery skin above her waist, folded like a sugar dune. Bharath's eyes fixated on that sight. Looking up, he noticed a bead of sweat rolling down Geetha's forehead, just above her left eye.
"Oh, you're here?" Geetha's voice broke his trance.
His gaze then shifted to her lips, where sweat had formed a faint mustache between her upper lip and nose. He continued to watch her, then walked into the kitchen and stood beside her.
"Miss, a cup for me too, please," Bharath requested.
Geetha offered a faint smile. "Ha..."
"Is it really day after tomorrow you're leaving?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Hmm... The flight is early morning," she confirmed.
"How long will it take to get there?"
"About five hours, maybe."
"That's all..." He moved a little closer, placing his face near Geetha's ear. "Miss, wear the churidar you bought the other day, red one, so Gautham Sir can see... Mmmm..."
Geetha, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks, chuckled softly and gently patted Bharath's cheek with her right hand. "Hey, I told you just yesterday, you're a student, act like one, don't say things like that."
"But Miss, you tell me everything, right?" Bharath countered playfully.
"Ha..."
"That's why."
As she continued making tea for both of them, he moved forward and stood beside her. As always, a pleasant fragrance wafted from Geetha's neck to Bharath's nose. He moved even closer, burying his nose in her hair.
"Miss, the smell is so good," he murmured.
"You didn't say that when you drank tea the other day," Geetha teased.
Bharath smiled faintly. "Not the tea smell, yours."
"Mine?"
"It's coming from you, it's different."
Geetha turned off the stove and poured tea into cups. "I don't know, you're just keep saying that."
"It's true, you smells really good. I like how beautiful you are, and there's so much freshness about you."
"Enough, stop it, here take this," Geetha said, handing him a cup.
Bharath took the cup and went to sit at the dining table. Just then, Jatin ran up to Geetha.
"Auntie, let's play something!" Jatin exclaimed.
Geetha pinched Jatin's cheeks. "What should we play, tell me?"
"Let's play hide-and-seek, Auntie."
"But Bharath came for tuition, right?" Geetha looked at Bharath, who subtly gestured with his foot for Jatin to leave.
"Oh... Ugh, let's play, I'm bored, Mom is watching TV serials," Jatin persisted.
"Okay, let's do one thing, you bring your bag too, I'll help you with homework," Geetha offered. Bharath laughed at Jatin's crestfallen face.
"Oh...! No, Auntie, let's play," Jatin whined.
Bharath pulled Jatin close. "Hey, I'll put a game on your phone, play that."
"Hey, your eyes will get ruined," Geetha interjected. "Okay, Bharath, you count first, go."
"Me? Let's clap, whoever gets it," Bharath suggested.
"No, you go," Geetha insisted.
"Okay."
Geetha's house comprised five rooms: a twenty-foot hall, two bedrooms (one occupied, one for guests), a kitchen, and a storeroom. The road lay to the north, but adhering to Vastu principles, they used the east-facing entrance near the stairs. From the road, the north door was visible, while the east door, to the right, offered privacy from Vimla's family.
Geetha took Jatin into the bedroom, where she tucked him under the bed and positioned herself in a small empty space beside a wardrobe. Bharath counted near the stairs, then crossed the doorway and entered, moving with a cat-like stealth.
"9, 8, 7... 2, 1, I'm coming, ready!"
In his excitement, Jatin accidentally kicked something under the bed, making a muffled sound. Bharath heard it and went straight into the bedroom. As he entered, Jatin saw Bharath's feet and remained perfectly still. Bharath, already suspecting someone was under the bed and knowing Geetha wouldn't fit, knelt down, bent over, spotted Jatin, and shouted, "One, rest, Jatin!"
"Oh... Shh..." Jatin emerged from under the bed, laughing and looking towards the gap in the wardrobe where Geetha was hiding. Bharath followed his gaze and understood. Geetha was indeed hidden behind a curtain in that gap. Bharath chuckled, slowly walked over, and gently pulled the edges of the curtain with his fingers. Inside, Geetha stood with her face turned to the left. As Bharath pulled the curtain, his fingertips brushed her waist, precisely where her pallu was tucked, like a peacock feather. A jolt of electricity shot through her, igniting a spark of arousal.
Bharath completely pulled back the curtain, and both of them shouted. "Miss, you're caught!"
"Oh no, Auntie, now I have to count," Jatin lamented.
Geetha came out and ruffled Jatin's hair. "That's it, go count and come back."
Jatin ran outside and began counting. Bharath, in turn, slipped into the same spot where Geetha had hidden earlier and covered himself with the curtain. "Miss, I'll stay here, you go somewhere else."
Geetha hid in the hall, between the dining table and the sofa. Jatin finished counting and came in. Assuming no one was in the hall, he rushed directly into the bedroom. He looked under the bed, then behind the wardrobe, but no one was there. Bharath had already changed his hiding spot. Then Jatin went into the kitchen. Still empty. As he came out of the kitchen, he caught sight of a saree pallu near the dining table's legs. He darted over and jumped beside the sofa; Geetha was found.
"Auntie, one... Auntie, one..." Jatin shouted and jumped with glee.
Just then, Bharath appeared, running from behind the bedroom door into the wardrobe gap.
"Two... Anna, two... You're caught, come out!" Jatin exclaimed. Bharath had no choice but to emerge.
Now it was Geetha's turn to count. This continued for four or five rounds, with either Bharath or Jatin being caught. More than an hour passed, and it began to grow dark outside. It was Jatin's turn again. He went outside to count, sitting on the stairs, covering his eyes with his hands, and starting the count.
Inside, Bharath grabbed Geetha's hand, pulled her, opened the second bedroom door, and they slipped inside. "He won't even suspect this room," Geetha whispered.
"Yes, Miss, that's why you hide behind the door, and I'll stand behind that window curtain," Bharath replied.
In that room, there was a bit more space behind the door, which was set slightly further from the corner wall. Two people could fit in that gap. Bharath noticed this and moved to stand near Geetha.
"We both can't fit here, Bharath, you go stand near that window," Geetha said.
"No, Miss, it'll be good here, move over, I'll tell you," Bharath insisted.
Geetha moved further into the corner, and Bharath moved closer, leaning against her. His shoulder pressed against her arm. He tried to hold the door and pull it against the wall to make it seem normal, without raising Jatin's suspicion, but its edge wasn't reaching the wall. Bharath was in the way.
Just then, an idea struck him. "Miss, I'll stand against the wall, you stand in front of me."
"No, it'll be cramped," Geetha protested.
"It's okay, Miss, let's make Jatin wander around the house for a bit. Let's see if he comes here or not," Bharath reasoned.
Before Geetha could reply, he held her hand, brought her forward, and came to stand behind her. Bharath leaned against the wall, while Geetha stood in front of him, her back to him.
Both of them, engrossed in the game until now, hadn't stayed in one place properly and were feeling stuffy. In that small space, they could feel each other's body heat. Geetha stood only half a foot away. Bharath settled down and exhaled, "Uff," and his breath directly touched the warm hollow of Geetha's neck. Her spine tingled. She held the door tightly and remained still.
"Miss, pull the door this way, so he doesn't suspect," Bharath whispered.
"But it won't fit, there are two of us," Geetha replied.
Without a second thought, Bharath held Geetha's right shoulder and pulled her closer. Geetha lost her footing and fell onto his chest. "Ah!" she gasped.
"Miss, come closer," Bharath urged.
Geetha took a step back and leaned against Bharath. At that moment, the touch of their bodies felt new to both of them. There was no air, and every time Bharath exhaled, it touched the hollow of her neck like warm vapor, making Geetha's body feel hot.
Bharath brought his right hand forward, gently placed it on Geetha's navel, and pulled her even closer to him. Geetha completely clung to him. But as his hand touched her waist like that, the touch intensified the passion within her.
Bharath knew Geetha was uncomfortable, but he thought he had finally gotten an opportunity to be with Geetha like that for some time. Geetha was trembling heavily. "Bh... Bharath, let go of my waist."
"Oh, sorry, Miss..." he mumbled.
"Hmm..."
He removed his hand, and Geetha's soft buttocks pressed against his thighs. The stirring between his legs increased. Geetha was sweating all over. Bharath's situation was similar.
"This is the last time, Bharath, an hour has already passed in game, you should at least do today's homework," Geetha said, her voice strained.
"Okay, Miss," Bharath replied. As both of them spoke with heavy breaths, Bharath's exhaled breath touched the back of her head, beneath her neck, warmly.
"It's stuffy," Geetha whispered.
"It's okay, Miss, just for a little while, right?" Bharath comforted.
Geetha's body aroma intensified in that narrow space. Bharath inhaled the primal scent, leaned forward a bit, and rested his chin on Geetha's soft shoulder. Bharath doing that, she understood what he was doing.
"Miss, what perfume do you use?" Bharath asked. A faint, shy smile appeared on Geetha's lips.
"Why?" she replied.
"Because this smell is so good again."
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"Really, Miss," he moved a little more forward as if leaning, then inhaled deeply again, "Hmm... It's really good." He placed both his hands behind her, beside Geetha's shoulders. Geetha felt heavy. She held the door handle with her left hand gripping. Bharath, however, was breathing heavily. He moved to her neck once, then to her shoulder again. His cheeks rubbed against Geetha's neck, arousing her.
"Miss..."
"Ha..."
"Your smell is so good..."
Bharath warm exhale blowing on her sweaty neck sent waves of warm shivers. "Hmm..." She bit her lower lip.
Bharath was getting even more intoxicated by that smell. He buried his face in Geetha's hair, pressing his nose against the back of her head. He was becoming intoxicated by Geetha's scent, losing control. Fervently inhaling her body's scent, her soft buttocks pressing against his thighs, and gently kneading her soft shoulders as he sniffed them, he started. Once to the right, once to the left, he sensuously stroked Geetha's body with his cheek, not caring what Geetha would say, and greatly increasing her agitation.
As he pressed and rubbed his nose into the hollow of Geetha's neck, she shivered.
He slowly lowered his left hand further and kneaded above Geetha's elbow. "Hmm..." he pressed against the spine below her neck.
"Sorry, Miss..." Bharath whispered.
"Uh..."
"Miss, can I smell you until he comes?" Sweat drops clung to his lips, he licked the sweat once, and then his lips touched Geetha's neck rawly.
"Ahh..." she moaned and controlled herself.
"Tell me, Miss, are you comfortable?" Bharath asked.
"Hmm..." He came up, rubbed his nose in front of Geetha's ear, and asked again. "Can I, Miss?"
In that doorway, with heavy breathing and stuffiness, and the assault on her body, she couldn't understand anything. Bharath's hot breathy words were intoxicating.
"Uh..."
He leaned further onto Geetha, lowered his face even more, came into Geetha's lap, and smelled her. He stretched his hand even further down and intertwined her palm with his. In his intoxication, Bharath's lower body hardened, poking through Geetha's saree and pressing between her buttocks.
Trembling and relaxing, Geetha managed, "Bharath......"
"Ha... Miss?"
"That..." He was rubbing his nose below her chin. Geetha tilted her head back, cooperating further.
"Te...ll me..."
Geetha couldn't express what was happening between her legs and was feeling uncomfortable. As Bharath's lower body hardened further, trying to rise, Geetha's saree was in the way, embedding itself under her buttocks. Geetha stood like a doll, and Bharath was savoring Geetha in the same way. In the darkness, her entire weight leaned on Bharath, and in a state of enchantment, trembling, she surrendered herself to Bharath. In his intoxication, Bharath fiercely inhaled the sweaty scent, his lips clinging to the sweat on Geetha's neck as he licked it. She intertwined her hand with his, kneading it, and started to moan, rubbing her left leg against her right.
"Hmm..."
"Miss, your smell is intoxicating," he murmured, rubbing his nose against her neck muscle.
"S... Mm," Geetha whispered, her voice barely audible.
The late afternoon sun, usually a comforting presence, felt like a silent observer as Jatin, engrossed in counting numbers, was on the verge of heading inside. Just then, Vimala’s voice cut through the air.
“Chinna, come on, enough playing,” Vimala called out from near the wall. “Go to the shop and get some eggs. I’ll make you an omelet.”
The word ‘omelet’ was magic. Jatin’s mouth watered instantly, and he darted off without a word to Geetha.
Meanwhile, Bharat was positioned to Geetha’s right, his gaze drawn to a sliver of black bra strap peeking from beneath her blouse. As he casually brushed her shoulder, his nose grazed the strap. With a gentle touch of his fingertips, Bharat tucked it back into place. A shiver, both strange and thrilling, coursed through Geetha.
Bharat smacked his lips, the salty taste of sweat lingering. “Miss, your sweat tastes salty.”
Geetha recoiled slightly. “Ugh… if sweat gets on you, why don’t you wipe it off?”
“Honestly, Miss, I like it,” Bharat confessed, his voice a low murmur. “I feel like tasting it more.”
“Chee… that’s enough,” Geetha whispered, a flicker of concern crossing her face. “Poor Jatin, I wonder if we’ll get caught. He hasn’t come back yet, let’s check.”
“No, Miss, we’ll get caught,” Bharat countered, a hint of playful defiance in his tone. “He’ll come, just wait.”
“But how long can we stay here?” Geetha pressed.
“It’s okay, Miss, just a little longer.”
For Geetha, this was an entirely new sensation, an experience both peculiar and undeniably alluring.
Time seemed to stretch and warp. Both were now glistening with sweat, Geetha’s back damp against her clothes. Bharat’s touch was slow and deliberate as he caressed her face, then leaned against her, his fingers playfully intertwining with her hair.
“Bharat, he still hasn’t come,” Geetha murmured, a tremor in her voice. “Maybe he left?”
In response, Bharat gently squeezed her right hand, then brought his face close to her ear. “Maybe he thinks we’ll come out, Miss?”
Geetha wasn’t naive, but her body, strangely cooperative, silenced any second thoughts. She accepted Bharat’s suggestion as truth. “Ahh…”
A wave of desire washed over Geetha as she guided Bharat’s hand under her waist, over her saree. His fingers found their mark, holding her softly there. “Sss…”
“What happened, Miss?” Bharat’s voice was a soft inquiry.
“Uh-huh…” Geetha felt light-headed, her thoughts dissolving into a haze of sensation.
The grip on her right shoulder eased, sliding down to rest on her saree-clad waist. For a better hold, Bharat’s fingertips found a spot just below her waist. Geetha’s nerves tingled, a delicious current running through her. She twisted, her left hand trembling as she raised it to cup Bharat’s head.
As her left armpit lifted, the concentrated scent of sweat, until now contained, wafted directly into Bharat’s nose. An immediate rush intoxicated him. “Ahh… Miss… it’s so tempting.”
“What?” Geetha breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
“Your smell.”
“Ugh, Bharat, what are you talking about?”
Gently shifting Geetha to the right, he leaned down from behind, burying his face under her left armpit. Geetha watched, a strange mix of fascination and mild disgust, as he inhaled deeply.
Then, Bharat took another deep breath, releasing a wave of warm air into her armpit. The warmth enveloped Geetha, overwhelming her senses. She didn’t understand the powerful surge within her, but that singular action ignited a fierce desire. No one had ever touched her like this, especially not in such an unconventional way.
“Mmm…” Geetha hummed, a soft sound escaping her lips.
Bharat sniffed again, pressing his nose into her armpit. That touch unleashed a storm within Geetha. “Ahh….” she moaned, trembling, her inner thighs moistening.
Bharat straightened up, moving to her right side. As his cheek brushed against her neck, goosebumps erupted along her spine, sending shivers through her entire body. Just as the intensity threatened to become unbearable, a distant call broke the spell. Both of them quickly composed themselves.
Geetha pushed the door forward, but Bharat’s hands remained on her. She shrugged her shoulders. “Bharat, that’s enough.”
He released her, his gaze lingering on her back and waist. Geetha swiftly adjusted her saree and stepped outside to find an Amazon delivery. She took the package and returned inside. Meanwhile, Bharat took a drink of water and came to sit to Geetha’s left, immediately taking her right hand firmly in his. Looked into Geetha’s eyes, and seeing her angry expression, he flinched and lowered his gaze.
“I’ve been watching since yesterday,” Geetha began, her voice firm. “What do you feel?”
“Nothing, Miss.”
“Yesterday and today, your focus isn’t on your studies. Why are you looking at me? There are only two months left; study.”
“Sorry, Miss.”
“Look here.”
Bharat lifted his head, his eyes meeting Geetha’s. Her anger had softened, replaced by a slight smile. She playfully pulled his cheek. “You naughty fellow, are you going home or staying a bit longer? We didn’t study today anyway.”
Bharat was taken aback. He had braced himself for a scolding, but Geetha’s words were a pleasant surprise. She understood him.
“If you ask me to stay, I’ll stay, Miss.”
“Will you have dinner here today?”
Bharat remained silent, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
“Stay, okay,” Geetha said, her tone gentle. “I’ll cook rice. Don’t study today; want to watch TV?”
Bharat looked at her with renewed surprise. Geetha smiled. “Miss, are you serious?”
“Yes…”
“Miss, can I have your phone? I want to play a game.”
“Take it.” She handed him the phone and turned towards the kitchen. As Geetha walked away, he watched her graceful back, then unlocked the phone. He settled down, engrossed in games for a while.
In the kitchen, Geetha put the rice in the cooker, then slipped into her bedroom and closed the door. “Uff,” she exhaled, a soft sound of relief. From the cupboard, she retrieved a fresh pair of panties and entered the bathroom. Removing the pair she was wearing, she held them, a small smile playing on her lips as she noted the wetness of her discharge in the middle. She put on a new pair from the basket beside her, splashed some water on her face, and returned to the hall.
Bharat was still immersed in his game while Geetha settled down to watch TV.
Once the rice was cooked, Geetha set the plates on the dining table and called Bharat.
“Miss, I’m not used to eating like this,” Bharat said, looking at the spread.
“Then get used to it,” she replied, a playful glint in her eyes.
She had cooked paneer curry that morning. As Bharat took his first bite, a satisfied “Mmm…” escaped his lips.
“What happened?” Geetha asked.
“Mmm… Miss, seriously, your cooking is amazing.”
Geetha beamed, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “Thanks, Bharat.”
“My mom probably doesn’t know how to cook this curry, Miss; she doesn’t make it at home. I’ve only had it a few times when I went to weddings. But wow, what you made is very tasty, Miss.”
“Hmmm… eat,” Geetha encouraged.
As they both ate, Bharat took a bite of paneer and looked at Geetha. She nodded, as if to ask, “What is it?”
He gave a mischievous smile.
“What?”
“Miss, you’re also as soft as this paneer.”
“Hey…” Geetha chided playfully.
“Seriously, Miss, it took an hour just to smell the paneer, and then…” He trailed off, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. The paneer is very good. Will you make it again sometime, Miss?”
Ugh… Is he saying that, or am I just imagining it? Sss… Geetha thought, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. “Okay.”
He smiled mischievously again.
Bharat finished eating, stood up, and picked up his plate.
“Oh, leave it, I’ll take it,” Geetha offered.
“No problem, Miss.” He took the plate and went to wash his hands. As Geetha finished eating and got up, Bharat returned, looking downcast, holding his books.
“Miss, it’s five days, right?”
“Yes. Why do you look like that?”
“That’s it, Miss, I’ll miss you.”
She smiled. “Hey, it’s only five days that I’m leaving.”
Immediately, Bharat’s face lit up. “Miss, enjoy well with Gautam sir.”
Geetha blushed. “Hey, you’re going get beating. Go now.”
“Bye, Miss. Happy journey.” Bharat left, a wide smile on his face.
Geetha’s phone rang. It was a new number. “Hello, who is this?”
“Geetha, it’s me Shiva.”
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To be continued……..
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Two days before Geetha's departure for Dubai, Bharath arrived for tuition in the evening.
Before Geetha could enter her house, Jatin, the boy from next door, vimala’s son, approached him.
"Bharath bro, I'm bored, let's play something," Jatin whined.
"Don't you have any friends? Why me?" Bharath asked.
"Their house is far, and Dad doesn't want me going that far," Jatin explained.
"I don't know, Geetha Miss will scold me if I play," Bharath said, feigning reluctance.
He eventually relented and went inside the house. Geetha was in the kitchen, making tea.
Bharath placed his bag on the table and looked into the kitchen. Geetha, dressed in a black cotton saree with her pallu tucked at her waist, was reaching for a sugar box on a high shelf. As she stretched, her blouse strap lifted, revealing an inch of buttery skin above her waist, folded like a sugar dune. Bharath's eyes fixated on that sight. Looking up, he noticed a bead of sweat rolling down Geetha's forehead, just above her left eye.
"Oh, you're here?" Geetha's voice broke his trance.
His gaze then shifted to her lips, where sweat had formed a faint mustache between her upper lip and nose. He continued to watch her, then walked into the kitchen and stood beside her.
"Miss, a cup for me too, please," Bharath requested.
Geetha offered a faint smile. "Ha..."
"Is it really day after tomorrow you're leaving?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Hmm... The flight is early morning," she confirmed.
"How long will it take to get there?"
"About five hours, maybe."
"That's all..." He moved a little closer, placing his face near Geetha's ear. "Miss, wear the churidar you bought the other day, red one, so Gautham Sir can see... Mmmm..."
Geetha, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks, chuckled softly and gently patted Bharath's cheek with her right hand. "Hey, I told you just yesterday, you're a student, act like one, don't say things like that."
"But Miss, you tell me everything, right?" Bharath countered playfully.
"Ha..."
"That's why."
As she continued making tea for both of them, he moved forward and stood beside her. As always, a pleasant fragrance wafted from Geetha's neck to Bharath's nose. He moved even closer, burying his nose in her hair.
"Miss, the smell is so good," he murmured.
"You didn't say that when you drank tea the other day," Geetha teased.
Bharath smiled faintly. "Not the tea smell, yours."
"Mine?"
"It's coming from you, it's different."
Geetha turned off the stove and poured tea into cups. "I don't know, you're just keep saying that."
"It's true, you smells really good. I like how beautiful you are, and there's so much freshness about you."
"Enough, stop it, here take this," Geetha said, handing him a cup.
Bharath took the cup and went to sit at the dining table. Just then, Jatin ran up to Geetha.
"Auntie, let's play something!" Jatin exclaimed.
Geetha pinched Jatin's cheeks. "What should we play, tell me?"
"Let's play hide-and-seek, Auntie."
"But Bharath came for tuition, right?" Geetha looked at Bharath, who subtly gestured with his foot for Jatin to leave.
"Oh... Ugh, let's play, I'm bored, Mom is watching TV serials," Jatin persisted.
"Okay, let's do one thing, you bring your bag too, I'll help you with homework," Geetha offered. Bharath laughed at Jatin's crestfallen face.
"Oh...! No, Auntie, let's play," Jatin whined.
Bharath pulled Jatin close. "Hey, I'll put a game on your phone, play that."
"Hey, your eyes will get ruined," Geetha interjected. "Okay, Bharath, you count first, go."
"Me? Let's clap, whoever gets it," Bharath suggested.
"No, you go," Geetha insisted.
"Okay."
Geetha's house comprised five rooms: a twenty-foot hall, two bedrooms (one occupied, one for guests), a kitchen, and a storeroom. The road lay to the north, but adhering to Vastu principles, they used the east-facing entrance near the stairs. From the road, the north door was visible, while the east door, to the right, offered privacy from Vimla's family.
Geetha took Jatin into the bedroom, where she tucked him under the bed and positioned herself in a small empty space beside a wardrobe. Bharath counted near the stairs, then crossed the doorway and entered, moving with a cat-like stealth.
"9, 8, 7... 2, 1, I'm coming, ready!"
In his excitement, Jatin accidentally kicked something under the bed, making a muffled sound. Bharath heard it and went straight into the bedroom. As he entered, Jatin saw Bharath's feet and remained perfectly still. Bharath, already suspecting someone was under the bed and knowing Geetha wouldn't fit, knelt down, bent over, spotted Jatin, and shouted, "One, rest, Jatin!"
"Oh... Shh..." Jatin emerged from under the bed, laughing and looking towards the gap in the wardrobe where Geetha was hiding. Bharath followed his gaze and understood. Geetha was indeed hidden behind a curtain in that gap. Bharath chuckled, slowly walked over, and gently pulled the edges of the curtain with his fingers. Inside, Geetha stood with her face turned to the left. As Bharath pulled the curtain, his fingertips brushed her waist, precisely where her pallu was tucked, like a peacock feather. A jolt of electricity shot through her, igniting a spark of arousal.
Bharath completely pulled back the curtain, and both of them shouted. "Miss, you're caught!"
"Oh no, Auntie, now I have to count," Jatin lamented.
Geetha came out and ruffled Jatin's hair. "That's it, go count and come back."
Jatin ran outside and began counting. Bharath, in turn, slipped into the same spot where Geetha had hidden earlier and covered himself with the curtain. "Miss, I'll stay here, you go somewhere else."
Geetha hid in the hall, between the dining table and the sofa. Jatin finished counting and came in. Assuming no one was in the hall, he rushed directly into the bedroom. He looked under the bed, then behind the wardrobe, but no one was there. Bharath had already changed his hiding spot. Then Jatin went into the kitchen. Still empty. As he came out of the kitchen, he caught sight of a saree pallu near the dining table's legs. He darted over and jumped beside the sofa; Geetha was found.
"Auntie, one... Auntie, one..." Jatin shouted and jumped with glee.
Just then, Bharath appeared, running from behind the bedroom door into the wardrobe gap.
"Two... Anna, two... You're caught, come out!" Jatin exclaimed. Bharath had no choice but to emerge.
Now it was Geetha's turn to count. This continued for four or five rounds, with either Bharath or Jatin being caught. More than an hour passed, and it began to grow dark outside. It was Jatin's turn again. He went outside to count, sitting on the stairs, covering his eyes with his hands, and starting the count.
Inside, Bharath grabbed Geetha's hand, pulled her, opened the second bedroom door, and they slipped inside. "He won't even suspect this room," Geetha whispered.
"Yes, Miss, that's why you hide behind the door, and I'll stand behind that window curtain," Bharath replied.
In that room, there was a bit more space behind the door, which was set slightly further from the corner wall. Two people could fit in that gap. Bharath noticed this and moved to stand near Geetha.
"We both can't fit here, Bharath, you go stand near that window," Geetha said.
"No, Miss, it'll be good here, move over, I'll tell you," Bharath insisted.
Geetha moved further into the corner, and Bharath moved closer, leaning against her. His shoulder pressed against her arm. He tried to hold the door and pull it against the wall to make it seem normal, without raising Jatin's suspicion, but its edge wasn't reaching the wall. Bharath was in the way.
Just then, an idea struck him. "Miss, I'll stand against the wall, you stand in front of me."
"No, it'll be cramped," Geetha protested.
"It's okay, Miss, let's make Jatin wander around the house for a bit. Let's see if he comes here or not," Bharath reasoned.
Before Geetha could reply, he held her hand, brought her forward, and came to stand behind her. Bharath leaned against the wall, while Geetha stood in front of him, her back to him.
Both of them, engrossed in the game until now, hadn't stayed in one place properly and were feeling stuffy. In that small space, they could feel each other's body heat. Geetha stood only half a foot away. Bharath settled down and exhaled, "Uff," and his breath directly touched the warm hollow of Geetha's neck. Her spine tingled. She held the door tightly and remained still.
"Miss, pull the door this way, so he doesn't suspect," Bharath whispered.
"But it won't fit, there are two of us," Geetha replied.
Without a second thought, Bharath held Geetha's right shoulder and pulled her closer. Geetha lost her footing and fell onto his chest. "Ah!" she gasped.
"Miss, come closer," Bharath urged.
Geetha took a step back and leaned against Bharath. At that moment, the touch of their bodies felt new to both of them. There was no air, and every time Bharath exhaled, it touched the hollow of her neck like warm vapor, making Geetha's body feel hot.
Bharath brought his right hand forward, gently placed it on Geetha's navel, and pulled her even closer to him. Geetha completely clung to him. But as his hand touched her waist like that, the touch intensified the passion within her.
Bharath knew Geetha was uncomfortable, but he thought he had finally gotten an opportunity to be with Geetha like that for some time. Geetha was trembling heavily. "Bh... Bharath, let go of my waist."
"Oh, sorry, Miss..." he mumbled.
"Hmm..."
He removed his hand, and Geetha's soft buttocks pressed against his thighs. The stirring between his legs increased. Geetha was sweating all over. Bharath's situation was similar.
"This is the last time, Bharath, an hour has already passed in game, you should at least do today's homework," Geetha said, her voice strained.
"Okay, Miss," Bharath replied. As both of them spoke with heavy breaths, Bharath's exhaled breath touched the back of her head, beneath her neck, warmly.
"It's stuffy," Geetha whispered.
"It's okay, Miss, just for a little while, right?" Bharath comforted.
Geetha's body aroma intensified in that narrow space. Bharath inhaled the primal scent, leaned forward a bit, and rested his chin on Geetha's soft shoulder. Bharath doing that, she understood what he was doing.
"Miss, what perfume do you use?" Bharath asked. A faint, shy smile appeared on Geetha's lips.
"Why?" she replied.
"Because this smell is so good again."
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"Really, Miss," he moved a little more forward as if leaning, then inhaled deeply again, "Hmm... It's really good." He placed both his hands behind her, beside Geetha's shoulders. Geetha felt heavy. She held the door handle with her left hand gripping. Bharath, however, was breathing heavily. He moved to her neck once, then to her shoulder again. His cheeks rubbed against Geetha's neck, arousing her.
"Miss..."
"Ha..."
"Your smell is so good..."
Bharath warm exhale blowing on her sweaty neck sent waves of warm shivers. "Hmm..." She bit her lower lip.
Bharath was getting even more intoxicated by that smell. He buried his face in Geetha's hair, pressing his nose against the back of her head. He was becoming intoxicated by Geetha's scent, losing control. Fervently inhaling her body's scent, her soft buttocks pressing against his thighs, and gently kneading her soft shoulders as he sniffed them, he started. Once to the right, once to the left, he sensuously stroked Geetha's body with his cheek, not caring what Geetha would say, and greatly increasing her agitation.
Ah... I don't quite understand what he's doing,
but it feels good. He's trapped me in this airless place,
touching my neck with his nose, not letting me breathe.
How good it feels when his fingers rub my shoulders like that.
As he pressed and rubbed his nose into the hollow of Geetha's neck, she shivered.
He slowly lowered his left hand further and kneaded above Geetha's elbow. "Hmm..." he pressed against the spine below her neck.
"Sorry, Miss..." Bharath whispered.
"Uh..."
"Miss, can I smell you until he comes?" Sweat drops clung to his lips, he licked the sweat once, and then his lips touched Geetha's neck rawly.
"Ahh..." she moaned and controlled herself.
"Tell me, Miss, are you comfortable?" Bharath asked.
"Hmm..." He came up, rubbed his nose in front of Geetha's ear, and asked again. "Can I, Miss?"
In that doorway, with heavy breathing and stuffiness, and the assault on her body, she couldn't understand anything. Bharath's hot breathy words were intoxicating.
"Uh..."
He leaned further onto Geetha, lowered his face even more, came into Geetha's lap, and smelled her. He stretched his hand even further down and intertwined her palm with his. In his intoxication, Bharath's lower body hardened, poking through Geetha's saree and pressing between her buttocks.
Trembling and relaxing, Geetha managed, "Bharath......"
"Ha... Miss?"
"That..." He was rubbing his nose below her chin. Geetha tilted her head back, cooperating further.
"Te...ll me..."
Geetha couldn't express what was happening between her legs and was feeling uncomfortable. As Bharath's lower body hardened further, trying to rise, Geetha's saree was in the way, embedding itself under her buttocks. Geetha stood like a doll, and Bharath was savoring Geetha in the same way. In the darkness, her entire weight leaned on Bharath, and in a state of enchantment, trembling, she surrendered herself to Bharath. In his intoxication, Bharath fiercely inhaled the sweaty scent, his lips clinging to the sweat on Geetha's neck as he licked it. She intertwined her hand with his, kneading it, and started to moan, rubbing her left leg against her right.
"Hmm..."
"Miss, your smell is intoxicating," he murmured, rubbing his nose against her neck muscle.
"S... Mm," Geetha whispered, her voice barely audible.
The late afternoon sun, usually a comforting presence, felt like a silent observer as Jatin, engrossed in counting numbers, was on the verge of heading inside. Just then, Vimala’s voice cut through the air.
“Chinna, come on, enough playing,” Vimala called out from near the wall. “Go to the shop and get some eggs. I’ll make you an omelet.”
The word ‘omelet’ was magic. Jatin’s mouth watered instantly, and he darted off without a word to Geetha.
Meanwhile, Bharat was positioned to Geetha’s right, his gaze drawn to a sliver of black bra strap peeking from beneath her blouse. As he casually brushed her shoulder, his nose grazed the strap. With a gentle touch of his fingertips, Bharat tucked it back into place. A shiver, both strange and thrilling, coursed through Geetha.
Bharat smacked his lips, the salty taste of sweat lingering. “Miss, your sweat tastes salty.”
Geetha recoiled slightly. “Ugh… if sweat gets on you, why don’t you wipe it off?”
“Honestly, Miss, I like it,” Bharat confessed, his voice a low murmur. “I feel like tasting it more.”
“Chee… that’s enough,” Geetha whispered, a flicker of concern crossing her face. “Poor Jatin, I wonder if we’ll get caught. He hasn’t come back yet, let’s check.”
“No, Miss, we’ll get caught,” Bharat countered, a hint of playful defiance in his tone. “He’ll come, just wait.”
“But how long can we stay here?” Geetha pressed.
“It’s okay, Miss, just a little longer.”
For Geetha, this was an entirely new sensation, an experience both peculiar and undeniably alluring.
Time seemed to stretch and warp. Both were now glistening with sweat, Geetha’s back damp against her clothes. Bharat’s touch was slow and deliberate as he caressed her face, then leaned against her, his fingers playfully intertwining with her hair.
“Bharat, he still hasn’t come,” Geetha murmured, a tremor in her voice. “Maybe he left?”
In response, Bharat gently squeezed her right hand, then brought his face close to her ear. “Maybe he thinks we’ll come out, Miss?”
Geetha wasn’t naive, but her body, strangely cooperative, silenced any second thoughts. She accepted Bharat’s suggestion as truth. “Ahh…”
A wave of desire washed over Geetha as she guided Bharat’s hand under her waist, over her saree. His fingers found their mark, holding her softly there. “Sss…”
“What happened, Miss?” Bharat’s voice was a soft inquiry.
“Uh-huh…” Geetha felt light-headed, her thoughts dissolving into a haze of sensation.
I want to put his hands allover me.
He’s so hot, and I’m feeling cold.
I feel like getting warmth from his touches.
The grip on her right shoulder eased, sliding down to rest on her saree-clad waist. For a better hold, Bharat’s fingertips found a spot just below her waist. Geetha’s nerves tingled, a delicious current running through her. She twisted, her left hand trembling as she raised it to cup Bharat’s head.
As her left armpit lifted, the concentrated scent of sweat, until now contained, wafted directly into Bharat’s nose. An immediate rush intoxicated him. “Ahh… Miss… it’s so tempting.”
“What?” Geetha breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
“Your smell.”
“Ugh, Bharat, what are you talking about?”
Gently shifting Geetha to the right, he leaned down from behind, burying his face under her left armpit. Geetha watched, a strange mix of fascination and mild disgust, as he inhaled deeply.
Then, Bharat took another deep breath, releasing a wave of warm air into her armpit. The warmth enveloped Geetha, overwhelming her senses. She didn’t understand the powerful surge within her, but that singular action ignited a fierce desire. No one had ever touched her like this, especially not in such an unconventional way.
“Mmm…” Geetha hummed, a soft sound escaping her lips.
Bharat sniffed again, pressing his nose into her armpit. That touch unleashed a storm within Geetha. “Ahh….” she moaned, trembling, her inner thighs moistening.
Bharat straightened up, moving to her right side. As his cheek brushed against her neck, goosebumps erupted along her spine, sending shivers through her entire body. Just as the intensity threatened to become unbearable, a distant call broke the spell. Both of them quickly composed themselves.
Geetha pushed the door forward, but Bharat’s hands remained on her. She shrugged her shoulders. “Bharat, that’s enough.”
He released her, his gaze lingering on her back and waist. Geetha swiftly adjusted her saree and stepped outside to find an Amazon delivery. She took the package and returned inside. Meanwhile, Bharat took a drink of water and came to sit to Geetha’s left, immediately taking her right hand firmly in his. Looked into Geetha’s eyes, and seeing her angry expression, he flinched and lowered his gaze.
“I’ve been watching since yesterday,” Geetha began, her voice firm. “What do you feel?”
“Nothing, Miss.”
“Yesterday and today, your focus isn’t on your studies. Why are you looking at me? There are only two months left; study.”
“Sorry, Miss.”
“Look here.”
Bharat lifted his head, his eyes meeting Geetha’s. Her anger had softened, replaced by a slight smile. She playfully pulled his cheek. “You naughty fellow, are you going home or staying a bit longer? We didn’t study today anyway.”
Bharat was taken aback. He had braced himself for a scolding, but Geetha’s words were a pleasant surprise. She understood him.
“If you ask me to stay, I’ll stay, Miss.”
“Will you have dinner here today?”
Bharat remained silent, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
“Stay, okay,” Geetha said, her tone gentle. “I’ll cook rice. Don’t study today; want to watch TV?”
Bharat looked at her with renewed surprise. Geetha smiled. “Miss, are you serious?”
“Yes…”
“Miss, can I have your phone? I want to play a game.”
“Take it.” She handed him the phone and turned towards the kitchen. As Geetha walked away, he watched her graceful back, then unlocked the phone. He settled down, engrossed in games for a while.
In the kitchen, Geetha put the rice in the cooker, then slipped into her bedroom and closed the door. “Uff,” she exhaled, a soft sound of relief. From the cupboard, she retrieved a fresh pair of panties and entered the bathroom. Removing the pair she was wearing, she held them, a small smile playing on her lips as she noted the wetness of her discharge in the middle. She put on a new pair from the basket beside her, splashed some water on her face, and returned to the hall.
Bharat was still immersed in his game while Geetha settled down to watch TV.
Once the rice was cooked, Geetha set the plates on the dining table and called Bharat.
“Miss, I’m not used to eating like this,” Bharat said, looking at the spread.
“Then get used to it,” she replied, a playful glint in her eyes.
She had cooked paneer curry that morning. As Bharat took his first bite, a satisfied “Mmm…” escaped his lips.
“What happened?” Geetha asked.
“Mmm… Miss, seriously, your cooking is amazing.”
Geetha beamed, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “Thanks, Bharat.”
“My mom probably doesn’t know how to cook this curry, Miss; she doesn’t make it at home. I’ve only had it a few times when I went to weddings. But wow, what you made is very tasty, Miss.”
“Hmmm… eat,” Geetha encouraged.
As they both ate, Bharat took a bite of paneer and looked at Geetha. She nodded, as if to ask, “What is it?”
He gave a mischievous smile.
“What?”
“Miss, you’re also as soft as this paneer.”
“Hey…” Geetha chided playfully.
“Seriously, Miss, it took an hour just to smell the paneer, and then…” He trailed off, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. The paneer is very good. Will you make it again sometime, Miss?”
Ugh… Is he saying that, or am I just imagining it? Sss… Geetha thought, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. “Okay.”
He smiled mischievously again.
Bharat finished eating, stood up, and picked up his plate.
“Oh, leave it, I’ll take it,” Geetha offered.
“No problem, Miss.” He took the plate and went to wash his hands. As Geetha finished eating and got up, Bharat returned, looking downcast, holding his books.
“Miss, it’s five days, right?”
“Yes. Why do you look like that?”
“That’s it, Miss, I’ll miss you.”
She smiled. “Hey, it’s only five days that I’m leaving.”
Immediately, Bharat’s face lit up. “Miss, enjoy well with Gautam sir.”
Geetha blushed. “Hey, you’re going get beating. Go now.”
“Bye, Miss. Happy journey.” Bharat left, a wide smile on his face.
Geetha’s phone rang. It was a new number. “Hello, who is this?”
“Geetha, it’s me Shiva.”
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To be continued……..
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