Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[yazhiniram]

After Raj left, I didn’t move for a minute.

I just stood near the door.

My hand was still holding the latch.

I could feel my own breath coming slow.

And something soft inside me was shaking.


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My back was touching the wood.

Warm. From the sun. From him.

I let my head rest back for one second.

Closed my eyes.

And took one full breath.


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I felt strange.

Not scared. Not happy also.

Just… full.

My body was feeling full. Like something was touched too long.

Even my skin was feeling different.


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My breast side. It was warm.

My thighs also.

That small line where my blouse ends… even there.

Like my skin was remembering something.

Even though nothing happened.


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I opened my eyes.

Let out my breath slowly.

Then I said inside my own head, like Amma’s voice—

“Enough, Pavitra. Enough.”

Get back to normal. Stop thinking too much.


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I looked at the clock.

Quarter past six.

My eyes widened.

I had called them. I myself said, “Come for dinner.”

But I didn’t even cook rice.


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What to make now?

My head was blank for two seconds.

Then suddenly, it came.

Chicken gravy.

My mouth actually watered.


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I felt like smiling.

I wanted that hot smell.

Thick masala. Ghee on top.

Soft rice. That spicy oil floating on top of gravy.

I could already taste it.


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I tied my hair. Fast bun.

One small hair was touching my cheek. I didn’t fix it.

Went to kitchen.

Checked top shelf.

Chicken not there, of course. Milk also over.


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I started saying the items inside my head.

Chicken. Milk. Tomatoes. Chillies. Butter.

No need to write. It was small list.

I remembered everything.

I turned to go, but paused near the mirror.


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Just small glance. I always check before going out.

Today also.

But when I looked—my heart jumped.

My pallu…

It had slipped.


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Right side. It was almost falling off.

The whole curve of my breast was visible.

Only blouse was hiding the nipple.

But everything else was out.

And the line in the middle… full showing.


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I swallowed.

Felt my face getting warm.

That’s why Raj paused.

That’s why he looked.

That slow “Bye, Pavi…”

Now it made sense.


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I pressed my lips together.

Looked down.

Then touched my own forehead.

Gently. “Stupid,” I said.

Not angry. Just… shy.


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I fixed it properly. Tucked it deep.

Pleats straight. Over the shoulder.

Blouse covered. Chest full covered.

No mistake now.

No wrong message.


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I picked up my cloth bag.

Locked the door.

Pressed lift.

Stepped in.

Inside smell was like steel and wet floor.


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Lift reached down.

I stepped out.

Then my eyes went straight to the gate.

He was there.

Prakash.


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He was talking to a girl.

Young girl.

Slim. Fair. Open hair.

Wearing pink salwar.

She was smiling. Not small smile — big one.


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And he was talking like he knows her.

Relaxed. Arm resting on wall.

Like college boy.

That loose smile. That open body.

Like she was his friend.

Like he liked her.


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My chest felt small pain.

Not sharp. But tight.

My stomach turned.

Like something inside didn’t like that scene.

Didn’t want to see it.


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Was it jealousy?

I didn’t want to say that word.

But it was sitting there.

Under my ribs.

Quiet. Heavy.


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I fixed my bag strap.

Lifted my chin.

Didn’t look at him.

Walked past. Straight. Calm.

But my breath had changed.


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Behind me, I heard it.

His voice stopped.

Feet moved.

He stood up straight.

Like somebody scolded him.

Like he got caught.


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He didn’t say anything.

But I could feel it.

His body turned.

That small silence — like he knew I passed.

He felt me.


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I didn’t turn.

Didn’t give him even one second.

Kept walking.

Turned corner.

Reached meat shop.


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“One kilo chicken. Small pieces. No skin,” I said.

My voice was small.

Shopkeeper just nodded.

Knife started. That heavy cutting sound.

Meat smell was strong.


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But not bad.

Just fresh.

I waited. Quiet.

My palms were slightly sweaty. I rubbed them on bag cloth.

He packed and gave. I paid.


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Then went to grocery shop.

Milk. Butter. Chillies. Onion. Beans.

I didn’t even look at other things.

Just picked and paid.

I wanted to go back home.


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Started walking.

But my mind…

It was not in the vegetables.

Not in the chicken.

It was in the gate.


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That woman’s face.

That soft hand on her waist.

That smile.

His smile.

How dare he smile like that?


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Suddenly…

I saw his cock in my mind.

Not a thought. Not imagination.

It just came.

Clear.

Big. Dark. Heavy.


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How he held me.

How he pushed it inside.

That tank room.

That rough voice.

That sound I made.

That slap on my back.


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My thighs rubbed.

I didn’t do it. It just happened.

There was wetness.

Soft place was wet.

My face became hot.

I walked faster.


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That girl was still sitting in my mind.

But only for one reason.

Because she looked at him.

And he looked back.

Like I wasn’t there.

Like I was nothing.


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But I was something.

He had taken me.

He had tasted me.

And I had let him.

Even begged.


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I looked down at the bag.

Meat packet was warm.

Just like that ache between my legs.

One was from shop.

Other… was from him.

Prakash.


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I held one bag in each hand.

Plastic was cutting into my fingers.

Red lines were forming on the skin.

Still, I didn’t stop. I held tighter.

Walked past the gate.


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He was there.

Prakash.

Sitting in that same old plastic chair.

Bent forward. Looking into his phone.

Acting like nothing.


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But I could still feel it.

That woman.

The laugh. Her slim body. Her voice.

Even though she had gone, her shadow was still there.

Standing beside him.


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I wanted to go near.

Say straight. “Who is she?”

Like joke. Like small sarcasm.

But with meaning under it.

One simple cut.


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But I didn’t go.

Didn’t say.

It was Sunday evening.

Kids were playing near the garden.

Some uncle was laughing near gym corner.

Two aunties were walking in circles, talking loudly.


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Whole apartment was awake.

This was not the time.

So I walked.

Kept walking.

Didn’t look. Didn’t speak.


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But just as I was passing his chair—

I felt it.

That shift again.

Like before.


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He stood up.

From the corner of my eye, I saw it.

Phone went inside his pocket.

Legs straightened. Back stiff.

He was ready. For me.


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I turned my face. Only slightly.

He was smiling.

That same soft smile.

Not confident. Not strong.

Just… nervous.


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Like small boy.

Like someone caught eating too many sweets.

Like someone waiting.

Waiting for one look.

One word.


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But my face was not soft.

Not today.

I gave one sharp look.

One stare.

Blank.

Like glass.


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Straight into his face.

And I saw it.

His smile… dropped.

His lips changed.

His face lost something.


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That sadness — it passed for one second.

Like cloud.

Like he was hurt.

But he didn’t speak.

Didn’t wave.


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He just stood.

Watching me go.

And I…

I walked.

As if he was not even there.


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Reached the lift.

Pressed 7.

Didn’t look back.

The metal door closed behind me.

Loud clunk.


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Inside the flat, I went straight to kitchen.

Dropped both bags on slab.

Let out a small sound. Not word. Just breath.

I kicked off my slippers.

Switched on the light.


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Fan was on. But it felt slow.

Room was too quiet.

Only sound was fan.

And my breath.

And my heart.


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I took the chicken packet first.

Opened it. Blood smell came.

Not bad. Just raw.

I rinsed it once.

Then again.


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Removed yellow fat.

Pulled out that white foam near bone.

Trimmed extra bits.

Threw those parts in bin.

Set the meat aside.


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Took two cups rice.

Washed it till water turned clear.

Poured into cooker with salt.

One spoon oil.

Closed the lid.


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Switched it on. Let it heat.

Then I moved to chicken.

Sprinkled turmeric.

One spoon ginger garlic paste.

Chilli powder. Salt. Curd. Coriander powder.


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Pan on the stove.

Oil. Mustard.

Then onion.

Started frying.

That smell came.


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That masala smell.

Strong. Like memory.

Filled the whole kitchen.

Made me hungry again.

Made me feel something.


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Rice cooker gave one whistle.

Then two.

Then three.

I turned it off.

Wiped my cheek with back of my hand.


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Heat was too much.

My blouse was sticking to back.

Underarms were wet.

Sweat under breast. Petticoat waistline was wet too.

Hair stuck to back of neck.


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Why not bathe?

Quick. Just five minutes.

Before chicken finishes.

I turned off gas.

Went to bedroom.


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Started removing one thing at a time.

Pallu — first.

Fell on floor.

My arms felt lighter already.

Blouse hooks — opened slowly.

Chest opened. Air touched skin.


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Bra next.

Pulled it out.

My breasts felt free.

Nipples were already stiff.

From heat. From air. From tension.


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Petticoat knot — untied.

It dropped.

Panty — last.

Pulled it down.

Slow. Sticky in middle.


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I stood like that.

Naked.

Fully.

Feet on cool tiles.

One foot forward. One hand on back.

Back was aching softly.

But it felt good.


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I stretched once.

Neck. Shoulder. Waist.

Then moved to bathroom.

One hand touched the latch.

Was about to open—


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Ding-dong.

Doorbell.

I froze.

Hand stopped.

My breath paused.


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Again—

Ding-dong.

Longer this time.

I muttered under my breath.

“God… who is this now?”

Heart was beating faster.


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I looked around.

My body was wet with sweat.

Full nude.

No time.

I whispered, “Wait. Wait…”

To nobody.


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My eyes searched.

Clothes were on floor.

Pallu on chair. Blouse upside down.

Nothing ready.

My chest rose up and down.


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Who was it?

Raj?

Prakash?

Anusha?

Delivery boy?

I didn’t know.

But they were outside.

And I…

I was like this.

Completely like this.


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I grabbed the towel from the hook.

Didn’t even check if it was fresh.

Just pulled it and wrapped it around my body.

Tied it tight. One fold, then another.

Tucked the end between my breasts.


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It was slightly damp.

Not dry. Not soft.

I could feel the old moisture in it.

But I didn’t have time to change.

My whole body was wet already.


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Breasts felt heavy under the towel.

Full weight.

The skin was still sticky with sweat.

Warm patches under my chest.

The towel was pressing against the curves.


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My legs were bare.

Thighs were warm.

The middle place — still wet.

Not just from heat.

Even now…

My cunt was still soft and open.


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I looked around.

What to wear quickly?

Nothing was near.

Saree takes time.

Blouse needs hooks. Petticoat is wet.

Nightie was in bedroom corner.


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So I just stayed in towel.

Took one deep breath.

Tightened the cloth again across my chest.

Held it close with one arm.

And tiptoed toward the door.


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Let me check first.

Not open simply.

I leaned slowly.

Face close to the door.

Bent down to the peephole.


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Towel slipped little from my underarm.

I pulled it up again.

Pressed the cloth between fingers.

Then looked.

My eye touched the cold peephole.


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It was him.

Prakash.

Standing straight.

Not moving.

In his hand, one small paper.

Like some notice or bill.


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My jaw tightened.

Why now?

Why this time only?

I pressed my lips.

Opened the door halfway.

Only half.


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I didn’t stand in front.

I stayed behind the doorframe.

Only put my face out.

One shoulder. Neck.

Little bit of upper chest.


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But no blouse string.

No sleeve.

Just bare skin and the edge of towel.

And I saw it.

His eyes dropped.


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Not even slow.

Just dropped straight down.

Not shy.

Not polite.

Just looked at my chest.

Like I wasn’t even seeing.


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“Eyes are here.”

I said it sharp.

My eyebrow went up.

Voice cold.

He looked up fast.

Like someone caught.


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His mouth closed.

Lips pressed together.

He didn’t answer.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

Not sweet. Not soft.


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He swallowed.

“Madam… association notice…”

He showed the paper.

“New parking arrangement… they said to get your sign…”


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I stared.

Didn’t take the paper.

Didn’t move.

“You don’t have time or sense?”

That’s what I said.

Sharp. Like slap.


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His eyes changed.

Little bit fear came.

He stepped back half step.

“I thought… sorry… I thought you might be free now…”

Voice small.

Trying to be respectful.


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He understood.

He knew I was angry.

He knew I had seen that woman.

Then suddenly, like child giving excuse—

He spoke fast.

“That was my wife, madam.”


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I blinked.

Didn’t expect that word.

Wife.

He said it like explanation.

“Came to drop my night dinner…” he said.

Looking down.


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I stared.

So?

What should I do with that information?

I was still sweating.

Still wrapped in towel.

And now he was talking about wife.


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“So?” I said.

Just one word.

Flat voice.

He looked confused.

Didn’t know what to say next.


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“Why are you telling me?”

That’s what I asked next.

My voice even colder.

“Why should I care?”

Each word like ice.


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He opened his mouth.

But no word came.

His lips moved once.

Then stopped.


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I didn’t wait.

Didn’t explain.

Didn’t say bye.

I just pulled the door.

Sharp.

Metal latch clicked shut.


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I stood there.

Behind the door.

Still holding towel.

My breath was fast.

My hands were shaking.


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Inside my body, heat was moving.

Anger.

And something else.

Something deeper.

Something I didn’t want to name.

Yet.


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Just as I was about to shut the door—

I heard it.

That small machine sound.

The lift.

It was moving.


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Coming up.

Not going down.

From below.

Somebody had pressed my floor.

My heart jumped.


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I froze for a second.

Still holding the door handle.

Still holding the towel.

Still standing half-wet. Half-exposed.

And he—

He was at my door.


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If anyone saw.

If even one neighbour walked out.

If one child came up the stairs.

It would become something else.

Whole building will talk.


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My brain started running.

Should I shut the door?

Send him down?

Should I pretend like nothing?

Or should I—

No.

No time.


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I opened the door wider.

Just enough.

Only one body could pass.

No more space.

I didn’t look at his face.

I just said it.


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“Come inside. Quickly.”

My voice was low.

Fast.

Not polite.

Not angry.

Just urgent.


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He looked at me.

Eyes opened slightly wide.

He saw the towel.

He saw the shape.

He didn’t speak.

He just… stood there.


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Staring.

Again.

My chest moved with my breath.

And the top fold of the towel—

It slipped a little.


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Just one inch.

But enough.

My cleavage was full now.

That centre dip. That soft valley between breasts.

He saw it.

He was watching it.


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Slowly.

Not like flash.

Not guilty also.

He was drinking the view.

Slowly.

Like tasting.


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I closed the door behind him.

Quiet thud.

No sound outside.

My heart was beating hard.

Even in my ears I could hear it.


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I turned.

Looked straight at him.

Snapped.

Again.

This time sharper.

“Eyes are here, Prakash.”


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He blinked.

As if someone shook him.

Looked up to my face.

Lips tight.

Little shame was there.

Little fear also.


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He pulled something from his pocket.

That paper.

Folded. Crushed at one side.

Held it out to me.

“Association notice, madam… parking…”


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I took it.

Opened.

Two-wheeler and four-wheeler rows.

New numbers.

Nothing important.

I signed. Fast.

No questions.


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Gave it back.

Didn’t smile.

Didn’t even nod.

Just said, “Fine. Right now leave.”

Flat voice.

Cold.


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He nodded.

Face changed.

Eyes dropped.

Shoulders bent slightly.

No attitude. No reply.

He turned to go.


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But I…

I didn’t move.

Didn’t walk away.

My mouth opened.

One sentence came.

Without plan.

“What did she bring?”


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He stopped.

Turned a little.

Surprised.

His eyes were confused.

“My wife?”

He asked softly.


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I nodded once.

Chin up.

Eyes narrow.

Face strict.

Waiting.


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He rubbed the back of his head.

That same boyish nervousness.

“Don’t know madam… maybe rotti… some subji…”


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I raised one eyebrow.

Didn’t smile.

Just asked —

“That’s all? Is that enough for your stomach?”


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He smiled softly.

Shy smile.

Voice dropped.

“It’s good, madam. Enough for night…”

But he didn’t sound sure.

His mouth said something.

But his eyes—


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His eyes dropped. Again.

Not fast.

Not by mistake.

He looked down.

Straight down.


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To my thighs.

To the side where the towel had opened slightly.

From movement.

From tension.

One small gap had formed.


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And that curve…

Where thigh meets hip.

Where skin is softest.

Roundest.

He saw that.


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And I let him.

I didn’t pull the towel.

Didn’t step back.

Didn’t scold.

Just… let him look.


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I stood there.

One hand on the door.

One hand still holding towel.

Breast pressing against it.

Cunt still warm.

Still wet.


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And I watched him.

Watching me.

With hungry eyes.

Silent mouth.

And I didn’t stop him.


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I stood still.

Not touching him.

Not saying anything.

Just watching.

His back was near the wall.


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He looked like a collegeboy.

Caught with cheat notes.

Eyes down. Shoulders small.

Like waiting for punishment.

Like wanting it also.


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That same half-guilt, half-hunger on his face.

I crossed my arms over the towel.

Breasts lifted slightly under the cloth.

I tilted my head.

“Your wife… she’s pretty, no?”


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He looked up.

Surprised.

“Uh… yes, madam.”

I gave one soft nod.

“She looked young.”


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“Yes madam. She’s… twenty-five.”

I tilted my head again.

Like doing maths.

“Hmm. And you?”

First time I asked.


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He hesitated.

I didn’t wait long.

“Your age, Prakash. Don’t make me ask twice.”

He stood straighter.

“Thirty-seven, madam.”


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My eyebrow went up.

“Ah.”

Just that.

His face didn’t know what to do.

“Twelve years gap, uh?”


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He gave small smile. Nervous.

“Little, madam…”

I let out a small laugh.

Sharp one.

Only sound. No joy.


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“So…”

I stepped one step.

Head tilted.

“One girl not enough, ah? Cock so big, needs more cunts to fill?”


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His jaw dropped slightly.

Eyes wide.

“No madam—”

“Don’t start,” I said.

Cut his word.


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“Not like that, madam. I’m not—”

“I said don’t act innocent.”

That shut him.

His mouth closed.


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“I’ve seen your eyes.”

My voice was low.

“You think I don’t know where you look?”

His head dropped.

“No madam,” he said softly.


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“I was not trying to—”

“You stare everyone?”

I asked.

“Or only me?”

He paused.


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His throat moved.

“No, madam. Only you.”

My eyes didn’t blink.

Didn’t soften.

Still sharp.


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“I didn’t mean badly…”

That’s what he said.

But I could see.

It was there.

In his pants.


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Hard.

Fully.

Not small.

Not shy.

I took one step forward.

Then one more.


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He didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

“Your face is saying sorry…” I said.

My voice dropped.

Low. Close.


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“But this—”

I reached down.

One strong grip.

I caught it.

His cock.


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Already full.

Already pulsing.

Thick under the cloth.

I pressed more.

My fingers curled around it.


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He sucked in breath.

But didn’t pull away.

I could feel it.

The weight.

The heat.

The thing that made me lose control inside that tank.


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“Hmm.”

I smiled.

“Now it’s honest.”

He didn’t speak.

Just stood.


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“Is this what you want now? Ah?”

Still silence.

So I squeezed again.

Not rough.

Just firmer.


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“Answer.”

He blinked.

Looked into my eyes.

“Yes madam.”

His voice was dry.


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“It got big because I touched?”

“Yes, madam.”

My palm slid once across the shape.

My cunt gave one clench.

But I didn’t show.


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“You fucked your wife yesterday?”

His face changed.

“No, madam.”

I stared harder.

“Don’t lie to me.”


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“I’m not lying, madam.”

“Swear?”

“I swear, madam. Two weeks. Nothing.”

I didn’t blink.

Then—


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Smack.

One hard slap.

Right across his cheek.

His head turned.

But he didn’t step back.


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He looked down.

“That's for your eyes.”

“Yes, madam.”

His cock twitched again in my hand.

I saw it.


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“Good boy.”

He didn’t reply.

Didn’t smile.

But he was breathing heavy.

Chest going up and down.


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I stepped in.

Closer.

Almost touching.

Only towel between us.

His body was hot.


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I could smell him.

That beedi smell.

Old village smoke.

Strong.

Ugly.

But my pussy didn’t care.


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My towel had shifted slightly.

One small move and the edge was loose.

He didn’t move.

But his fists were clenched.

He was holding himself back.


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I leaned closer.

Then sniffed slightly.

My nose wrinkled.

“Smoking?”


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He nodded.

Guilty.

“Sometimes, madam. Not much.”

“You smell like beedi.”

He nodded again.

“I’ll stop, madam.”


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“Why are you stopping?”

My voice was dry.

“If you wanna die, die.”

“I’ll really stop now, madam.”

His breath was short.


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I stepped back.

Slowly.

Let go of his cock.

My fingers left it with heat.

He stood still.


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Chest rising.

Face sweating.

“Leave now.”

He nodded.

Turned toward the door.


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“Prakash.”

He stopped.

Turned.

“Yes, madam?”

“What did she bring?”


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He blinked.

“Uh… rotti, I think.”

I raised one eyebrow.

“That’s all?”

He nodded.

“That’s enough for you?”


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“It’s fine, madam. I’ll eat.”

But his eyes dropped again.

To my thigh.

No shame this time.

He just stared.


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Not fast.

Not greedy.

Just calm.

Like someone looking at temple lamp.

Soft.


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“Do you like chicken and rice?”

I asked it slowly.

His face lit up.

“Very much, madam.”

“Then don’t eat that rotti.”


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He blinked.

“Madam?”

“I’ll message. Wait for that.”

He nodded fast.

Mouth opened to say something.

Nothing came.


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“Eyes again?”

One eyebrow up.

He looked up at once.

“No madam.”

“Good.”


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He opened the door.

Stepped out.

One last glance.

“What?”

I asked.


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He shook head quickly.

“Nothing, madam.”

“Keep it in eyes. Not in mouth.”

He nodded.


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I closed the door.

Turned.

The silence came back.

But inside…

My legs were warm again.


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My pussy was sticky.

Still wet.

Still waiting.

But first…

I needed to bathe.