Adultery Awaited desires - Completed

[Haran000]

9. Fate

The phone was the initial spark. My sister-in-law and I wrestled for it, a playful struggle that quickly ignited a deeper current within me. As my hand found her waist, a thrill shot through me, and I impulsively kissed her neck. She told me to stop, but I was beyond listening, pulling her in for another kiss. A slap, a scolding—her initial reaction was one of resistance, yet the warmth of her own desire must have drawn her back, for soon she returned the kiss, a passionate response that utterly shattered the fear I had so long suppressed. Emboldened, I kissed her again. Our lips met, a shared warmth that spoke volumes of her growing affection. A craving for more intensified within me, and I tightened my embrace around her waist, pulling her closer still. Then, a subtle hesitation flickered across her face. After a moment's thought, she gently disengaged from my grasp and slipped out of the room. 

Was it fear? A sudden sense of impropriety? I couldn't say.

The knowledge that we were alone in the house, just the two of us, fueled my courage and resolve. I followed her, catching the end of her saree just outside her room. She turned, her hand gently closing over mine.

“Let go, Hari,” Sandhya said, her voice soft.

Ignoring her words, I tugged the saree, stepped forward, and once more, my arms encircled her waist. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. I felt her resistance begin to melt under the heat of my kiss.

“You asked for a kiss, I gave it,” she murmured, her voice a little breathless. “Go away.”

“There’s no limit to human desire, is there, Vadina?” I countered. “If you have a hundred, you desire a thousand; if you have a thousand, you desire a lakh; if you have a lakh, you desire a crore.” I bent my head, pressing my warm lips against the soft skin beneath her cheek. She attempted to push me away, but her body was already softening in my embrace.

Finally, I released her. She walked silently into her room, and I followed. She turned away shyly as I entered, but I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her from behind. Her alluring back welcomed me, a silent invitation that intensified the heat already building inside. Slowly, I brought her thick, long braid around to the front. She offered no protest. I pressed my lips just beneath her head, at the nape of her neck, feeling a subtle shiver run down her spine.

“Vadina,” I whispered, “am I right, that you like?”

“Hmm…” she responded softly.

I trailed another kiss lower, on her back. “You didn’t say you like kissing too.”

My kiss seemed to electrify her. She reached back and held my hands, which were still clasped in front of her.

“Stop, Hari,” she pleaded, her voice a little strained. “Don’t entertain this thought. Forget what happened.”

I stood up and gently turned her to face me. Her gaze was averted, shy. I cupped her cheeks, lifting her face until her eyes met mine.

“I’ll sleep next to you tonight, Vadina,” I stated, my voice low.

She leaned into me, hugging me tightly. 

I returned her embrace, holding her close. “Is this why you let me sleep next to you?” I asked.

“Mmm…”

She lifted her head, her hand caressing my cheek. I kissed her lips. She responded by locking my upper lip between both of hers, a gentle bite accompanying the kiss. The press of her breast against my chest, the quickening of her breath—it all fueled the intensity. We kissed passionately, drawing on each other’s lips.

Leaving her lips, I moved downwards, inch by inch, tracing a path to her neck. Then, I gently pushed aside the blouse on her left shoulder and kissed the soft skin there. She caught my face in her hands, stopping me.

“I don’t know what it is,” Sandhya confessed, her eyes wide, “but if you keep staring like that, my feelings for you just overflow.”

“I fell for you the day I saw you, Vadina,” I admitted.

“I know,” she replied, a faint smile touching her lips.

“That’s why you didn’t say anything to me, I guess.”

“Hmm…”

“Then why did you hit me a while ago?” I asked, recalling her initial resistance.

“I don’t know…” she mused, a slight frown creasing her brow. “For a minute, I didn’t want it.”

I bit her shoulder gently with my lips again.

“Hah…” A small gasp escaped her lips.

“That day, I didn’t put my leg on you. Did I?” I teased, remembering a previous instance.

“I liked it. I pulled it myself,” she confessed, her shyness returning.

Bending a little more, I attempted to pull her saree down, but she stopped me. Undeterred, I let the saree fall below her chest, giving a kiss an inch above the blouse hooks, between her milky white breasts.

“Mmm…” she moaned softly. “Don’t go that far.” Yet, her hand went behind my head, pulling me closer.

“Umm… How can I not?” I whispered, intoxicated by her body fragrance and the scent of her sweat. I showered kisses there, reveling in the moment.

“Sh… Hari, stop,” she urged, though her body betrayed her words. I pressed into the crease of her waist, a deliberate, lustful touch.

“Ahh…” A soft cry escaped her. She clutched my head, pulling it back, but I leaned forward with renewed vigor, continuing my kisses in her milky cleavage.

“Ummm… Vadina, the pleasure of sleeping with my head on these is different,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “Now, as I kiss, I can’t believe it.”

With my movements, her pallu slipped completely off. The tips of her breasts, outlined by her blouse, seemed to beckon me, and she burned with shyness. I began to stroke my hand upwards from her waist, but she stopped me, pulling me into a tight embrace. She showered kisses on my neck.

“I want you too, Hari,” she confessed, her voice muffled against my skin.

“Then why didn’t you tell me all these days?” I asked, a mix of relief and longing in my voice.

“I was scared. Don’t you think it’s wrong?” she whispered.

“I don’t know all that, Vadina,” I replied truthfully, my focus solely on her. I brought my left palm between us, resting it on her right breast. She flinched at my touch.

“Ahh… No,” she gasped.

I ran my thumb over her nipple. As if numb, she leaned the weight of her breast into my hand. It fit perfectly, completely filling my palm.

“Oh, I don’t know how many eons I’ve waited to touch these,” I murmured, overwhelmed.

“You don’t know how many times you’ve touched them, Hari,” she said, a playful note in her voice.

I didn’t understand. I looked up into her eyes, confused. She kissed my chin.

“Yes, Hari…” she confessed, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. “When you were asleep, I used to put your hand on them and squeeze them.”

“Really? What kind of twist is this, Vadina?” I asked, surprised. I gently squeezed her plump boob over blouse, full in my hand, once.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned, a soft sound of pleasure. “But now, when you’re squeezing it, it’s making me so hot.”

I pressed again.

“Ahh… Mmm…” She closed her eyes, biting her lip. I kissed her neck, squeezing her breast like an orange, showering wet kisses on her neck.

“Hari, I’m scared, let go,” she whispered, her voice laced with a tremor.

“Peddamma is outside, isn’t she, Vadina?” I asked, knowing her mother-in-law was not present.

“No, she might come. Go to your room. After a while, go pick up Vedh from college.”

“I’ll take care of that, Vadina,” I assured her, continuing my kisses on her neck. She reveled in my wet kisses on her warm body. As my thumb playfully caressed her nipple, she eagerly kissed me back, a silent encouragement.

“Move away?” she asked, a hint of question in her voice.

“No, I can’t. Do you know how many days I’ve been waiting?”

“Next week, your brother is going to Hyderabad for a day for some work, he said,” she offered, a new hope in her voice. “Wait until then, Hari. You can sleep next to me then.”

“Really?” I asked, my voice filled with anticipation. I squeezed her breast again, unable to stop myself.

“Ahh… Stop it, you donkey,” she playfully scolded, though her tone was soft.

“Is what you’re saying true?” I pressed, wanting to be sure.

“Yes… He told me himself. I like it too, Hari, just have a little patience. Let go now.” She pushed me away gently and adjusted her saree.

“Go…” she said, a finality in her voice.

“Okay,” I replied, a hopeful smile playing on my lips.


*

The evening brought my brother home, leaving me no room for pretense. Yet Sandhya, was so consumed by shyness that her gaze couldn't meet mine directly. Her bashfulness, however, only fanned the flames of my desire.

A desperate longing to kiss her, even under the flimsiest of pretexts, gnawed at me. Then, a thought sparked: my nightly ritual of drinking milk before bed. Or, when studies called, a cup of tea. Surely, I mused, Sandhya would bring the milk to my room, using it as an excuse. But my hopes were dashed when she simply called out, telling me to fetch it myself from the kitchen. Just then, my brother, Santhosh, emerged from the kitchen, a water bottle in hand.

"Turn off the lights, Sandhya," Santhosh instructed.

"Oh, okay," she replied softly.

"Brother, I'm not going to college tomorrow," I announced, seizing the opportunity.

"Why?" he asked, surprised.

"Just because," I mumbled, offering no further explanation.

"Alright, as you wish," he conceded. "But tomorrow, ask Sudhakar anna next door for his bike and take Peddamma to the Sai Baba temple for Annadanam."

"Oh, okay," I agreed, a plan already beginning to form in my mind.

After Santhosh left, I reached for the milk cup, our shoulders brushing as I did. In an instant, she grabbed my shirt, pulling me closer. The cup clattered as I set it down, her arms encircling my waist.

"Brother will see," I whispered, my heart pounding.

"He's going, isn't he?" Sandhya countered, a playful glint in her eyes. "Why are you staring at me like that? He will get suspicious if you look like that."

"Who told you to smile so shyly in the first place?" I teased, my voice a low murmur.

"Well, you were looking at me like that," she retorted, her lips curving into a captivating smile.

Gently stroking my hair, she rose onto her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. Seizing the moment, I leaned in, my lips seeking hers. She pulled my head down, and we savored each other's lips, a passionate dance of unspoken desire.

"Enough?" she whispered, pulling away slightly.

"Not enough," I breathed, still lost in the moment.

"Go, you donkey..." she said, a soft, affectionate laugh escaping her lips.

I picked up the milk and retreated to my room, the memory of her kiss lingering on my lips.




Thursday, My brother left for the office, leaving the house quiet. After picking up Vedanth from college and dropping him off, I returned home to Peddamma's instruction to bathe; we had to be at the temple by ten.

As the water streamed over me during my bath, an idea, brilliant and audacious, began to crystallize. Peddamma and I would be going to the temple. My role there was merely to accompany her; the Annadanam meal program would likely continue until at least one o'clock, meaning Peddamma would probably be done eating by twelve-thirty.

The crucial detail was that Sandhya had declined to join us at the temple. This meant she would be alone at home. If she'd already packed my brother's lunch, the cooking was likely finished. Vedanth's lunch only needed to be given at noon.

I could drop Peddamma near the temple by ten-twenty and wouldn't need to return until twelve-thirty. That would give me over an hour, precious and uninterrupted, to be with Sandhya at home.

That's enough. This much is enough. Let's go.


I showered, dried myself meticulously, and got dressed. Stepping out into the hall, my anticipation soared, only to plummet. Sandhya, whom I expected to see in a nighty, was in a saree. She had adorned herself with a bindi, her hair neatly braided, and in her hands, she held a small flower basket and a coconut cover. Perhaps Peddamma had asked her to carry them.

"Hari, I'll walk," Sandhya said, her voice unexpectedly firm. "You lock the house and bring Auntie on the bike. Okay?"

She had become a wily one, outmaneuvering me at every turn. I nodded, feeling like a lamb led to slaughter.

"I've packed Vedanth’s tiffin box," she continued, shattering my last shred of hope. "You drop auntie, stay at college for just two minutes to give the ayah the lunch bag, and then come to the temple."

"Okay, Vadina," I replied, the words tasting like ash.

“Fate has a script of its own.”

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