Adultery Awaited desires - Completed

[Haran000]

11. Opportunity

After my phone conversation with Abhi, I returned home to find my brother engrossed in a game with Vedh, while my peddamma chatted amiably with my sister-in-law. A desire to spend time with Sandhya flickered in my mind, but I quickly realized that it would be impossible amidst the lively chaos. Instead, I retreated to my room, locked the door, and lay down, seeking solace in solitude.

The following morning, Saturday, as I made my way to college, I was struck by the sight of numerous students wearing masks. A wave of confusion washed over me. "What’s going on? After the lockdown, did they take COVID lightly, and now suddenly...?" I had forgotten to bring my own mask. "Let’s see," I thought, settling under a tree at the entrance, waiting for someone to arrive.

Abhi and Kavya were yet to show up, and with half an hour until class, I occupied myself by observing the scene around me. Just then, Kavya wearing green mask approached, pushing her hair back with a casual grace.

“Where's your mask?” she asked, her voice muffled yet clear.

“I didn’t bring one,” I replied, feeling a twinge of embarrassment.

“Didn’t you see the message from the university yesterday? Cases are rising again in Karimnagar. We need to wear masks and be careful,” she admonished.

“Oh, I didn’t see it,” I admitted, feeling a bit sheepish.

“Has he not come? You go and get a mask,” she urged.

“Okay, wait, I’ll be back,” I said, turning to leave.

I stepped outside, purchased a mask from a nearby vendor, and returned to campus. On my way back, I spotted Abhi near the gate. As the three of us made our way to class, Mahesh appeared, striding towards us with an air of confidence. Mahesh instinctively stepped forward, blocking her path.

My annoyance with Mahesh had been growing day by day; his persistent harassment of Kavya was becoming unbearable.

“Hey Kavya, why did you leave as soon as he held your hand yesterday?” Mahesh taunted.

“Class time was ticking,” Kavya replied, her voice steady but her body tense.

“If you miss something in class, I’ll tell you. I’m a senior, so if you have doubts, ask me,” he offered, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Hey Mahesh, I have a doubt in Newtonian physics, can you tell me now, please?” I interjected, trying to divert his attention.

“No way, I’ll only tell Kavya. Right, Kavya...?” he said, pulling down on her mask with his finger. 

Kavya’s expression shifted to one of flustered discomfort. He was about to invade her personal space, and I could sense her fear. Why didn’t she speak up? 

“Hey, don’t touch her...” I said, my voice rising slightly.

“Why, what’s it to you if I touch her?” Mahesh shot back, his bravado unshaken.

“An uncle Kavya’s next door died of COVID. That’s why I didn’t even get a shake hand today. You shouldn’t touch her either,” I replied, my heart racing. 

For some reason, a person's life is precious, and I felt compelled to defend her. Mahesh took two steps back, momentarily taken aback.

“I need to go to class,” Kavya said, her voice firm.

“Okay, go,” Mahesh relented, stepping aside.

The three of us continued to class, settling onto a bench, our hands resting on our faces as we exchanged smiles.

“What if you end up killing that uncle next door, Krishna?” Kavya teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I just said what came to my mind,” I replied, shrugging off the gravity of my words.

Just then, our Solid State Physics professor, Sir Srinivas, entered the room. Ah, his name was... well, we simply called him Srinu sir.

“Huh… he came, the painu (insect - headlice)...” Kavya giggled, her laughter infectious.

Abhi and I shared a chuckle, the tension of the earlier encounter dissipating.

“Hey, why do you even give him nicknames?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, does he say anything? Other than showing pictures and walking around the board like a lice?” Kavya quipped.

“Hey, if you listen, what do you think he’ll say?” Abhi countered, a grin on his face.

“Yeah, hush...” I replied, settling into a comfortable silence as we prepared for class.

As the lecture began, Kavya leaned slightly against my shoulder, a gesture that sent a warm flutter through me. 

In a hushed tone, she whispered, “You should come regularly to college. That Mahesh guy waits for me near the corridor like a villain. He looks at me like that. But you’re doing well to keep him away.”

I turned my head towards her, our masks nearly brushing against each other. 

“Can’t I do that much for my friend?” I asked, my heart racing as I searched her eyes.

For a fleeting moment, our gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between us. 

“Kavya - Harikrishna, look at the board here. You can look into eyes after college hours,” he instructed, his voice echoing in the room.

What did he just say? All eyes turned towards me, and I felt my cheeks flush. Kavya quickly turned her face away, a hint of embarrassment coloring her features.

In that moment, I realized that at least four people in the room had likely woven a story between Kavya and me, a narrative rumour that was just beginning to unfold.

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The classroom emptied, and as Sir walked out, Abhi caught sight of Kavya and me.

"What's up?" Kavya asked.

"Nothing," Abhi mumbled.

Kavya rolled her eyes. "That louse has nothing better to do."

I stayed silent, turning my face towards the board, pretending to be absorbed in some imaginary equation.

"Krishna, seriously, what's with you?" Kavya nudged me. "You could have talked to me without staring."

"It's fine," I said, a little too quickly. "Just let it go."


The second period brought our Muraleedharan Mama, not Muthayya, and with him, the complexities of gravitation. He lectured in a smooth, confident flow until, mid-sentence, he abruptly turned and posed a question to the class.

"What is the gravitational force acting on a freely falling body?"

Before anyone else could react, Kavya shot up, a confident smile on her face. "g = 9.8 m/s²!"

A wave of self-pity washed over me. I'm such a fool for letting my feelings get involved with her.

"No," Sir said, his voice firm. "Anyone else?"

Akhil piped up. "Zero, sir."

"Ah, zero. Right." Sir nodded and resumed his lecture.

Kavya huffed. "Honestly, even in PG, he asks questions like we're in kindergarten."

"But you also got so excited and jumped up like a little kid, didn't you?" I couldn't resist a sarcastic chuckle.

"Stop it!" Kavya snapped, her eyes narrowing. "You always act like you know everything!"

Abhi, ever the mediator, chimed in. "How were you so confident, though?"

"It's just acceleration due to gravity," Kavya stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I thought that too," Abhi admitted, "but he was quiet, so I figured something was up and kept my mouth shut."

Kavya turned to me, her gaze challenging. "Why isn't it correct, Krishna? Tell me."

"I'll tell you later," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye.

Later that evening, Abhi zoomed off on his bike, leaving Kavya and me at the college gate.

She was waiting for an auto, and I lingered beside her, planning to walk to the bus stop only after she was gone.

"You go, Krishna," Kavya said, a hint of concern in her voice. "I'll leave when an auto comes."

"It's nothing," I replied, shrugging. "I can leave after you."

She lifted her eyelashes, a playful glint in her eyes. "What, are you still thinking about what Sir said?"

She truly believed she was some kind of angel. And she was, in a way. But she also had a touch of arrogance, and I couldn't resist playing with it.

"Just because Sir said it doesn't mean anything, does it?" I said, leaning in slightly. "Anyway, angels like you will find an Indra or a Chandra. They'd never look at a Krishna Purushottam like me."

She turned fully towards me, a puzzled expression on her face. "No. Did you just belittle yourself or praise yourself?"

"What did you think?" I countered.

"I don't understand," she admitted.

"Go home and put some Zandu Balm on your knees," I said, teasing.

"Hmm," she hummed, then instantly realizing my jab, she smacked my arm. "What do you mean? You idiot, go away!"

I burst out laughing.

"I'm not talking to you anymore," she declared, though a smile played on her lips. "You're so arrogant because you study well. I ask you a doubt, and you say you'll tell me later."

"Haha... sorry, Kavya," I managed between laughs.

She turned her face away from me, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

For some reason, no autos were coming. The road stretched empty before us.

"Come on," Kavya said, finally breaking the silence. "Let's walk to the bus stop. There will be autos there."

"Okay, whatever you want," I agreed.

We walked side by side, the road bustling with people. It was difficult to walk abreast, so we fell into a staggered rhythm. Past a hotel, the crowd thinned a little.

"So, you live at your brother's house, right?" Kavya asked, breaking the silence. "Where are your parents?"

"They are dead," I replied, simply.

She gasped. "You just say it so directly? You shouldn't say that. You should say they're not here, or they went to heaven. Do you say 'dead' so bluntly?"

"The meaning is the same, Kavya," I pointed out.

"Hmm," she hummed, absorbing my words.

We walked on.

"You were a state ranker in Inter, right?" Kavya continued. "Why didn't you go into engineering?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I just wasn't interested. I just wanted to do PG."

"Will you do a Ph.D. later too?" she asked.

"I might, but I need to find a job first, like a teacher," I said. "How many years can I depend on my brother, you know?"

"Hmm, that's true," she conceded. "Sometimes I feel like doing a Ph.D. too. But what can I do? I'm just lazy when it comes to studying."

"Then why PG?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Just because," she shrugged. "At least I'll have a degree. If my kids ask me someday, I can tell them I did PG."

"Oh," I said, feigning surprise. "oh you’re married, I thought you weren't married." I’d wanted to tease her.

"What? No, I'm not!" she exclaimed, a blush creeping up her neck. "I was just saying!"

"Oh," I said, dragging out the word.

"So, do I look like I'm married?" she challenged, mock anger curling her lips.

"Oh, no, no, no!" I laughed, shaking my head.

"You're intentionally mocking me!" she accused, then giggled. "Oh my god, Krishna, you're so quiet in front of everyone, but when no one's around, you're like this! You really is Krishna!"

I laughed, a warm, genuine laugh that echoed between us.

Just then, an auto pulled up beside us.

"Where to, madam?" the driver asked.

"Ashok Nagar, brother," Kavya replied.

"Get in, madam."

"Okay, Krishna, see you Monday. Bye!" she called out, climbing into the auto.

"Yeah, bye!" I waved.

The auto pulled away, and as it receded into the distance, she poked her head out the window and looked back at me.

I wondered, did this girl like me, or did she just see me as a friend? Whatever it was, at least I had a (girl)friend to tell people about.

*

The college routine was a monotonous loop: arrive, leave. For someone like me, life unfolded in a dreary, predictable pattern. You might wonder why I maintained such a strong narrative continuity initially, only to describe a mundane back-and-forth between college and home. But as I said, that's just how my story goes.


Finally, I was home. The same old routine: brew a cup of chai in the kitchen, then savor it. Chai was my lifeblood. Without it, a throbbing headache would inevitably set in. It was chai that crowned me a topper, and it was chai I relied on to become a teacher someday. Chai wasn't just a drink; it was emotion, it was motivation.

My sister-in-law, Sandhya, my beloved, drifted into my room, her nighty adorned with a delicate rose pattern.

"So," Sandhya began, her voice a playful tease, "did you finally talk to that girl, or are you still staring like a blob of lentil paste? You've had years to stare at me, since I'm stuck at home. College is only for two years, you know."

"Keep low tone vadhina," I whispered, glancing around nervously. "Peddamma might hear."

"Come here," she beckoned.

I rose and walked towards her. She gently pulled me down onto the bed beside her.

"Why were you so late today?" she asked, her gaze steady.

"Couldn't get a bus quickly," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes.

"Oh," she hummed, a knowing glint in her eyes. "I thought you might have been with that girl."

"I was, for a bit," I admitted.

Sandhya then pulled up her nighty, revealing her pale, slender legs. She straddled me, her soft bottom resting on my thighs. A sudden heat surged through me, and my pants strained. Her underwear brushed against me, sending a jolt through my system.

She placed her hands on my shoulders, her touch light. I met her gaze, adoration shining in my eyes. She returned my look, a playful bite to her lip. I leaned back, supporting myself with my hands on the bed.

"Ugh, what is it?" she teased, her voice a low purr. "You're already poking so much for just this?"

"Vadhina," I said, my voice husky, "I never thought you'd be this open."

"What can I do, dear?" she sighed dramatically. "No matter how cocooned I try to be, my desires always get in the way, don't they?"

I reached out and gently held her waist. "What desire?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"You tell me," she challenged, her eyes twinkling. "What desire do you have?"

"To bite this Sandhya vadhina like a sandwich," I confessed, my voice laced with longing.

Her lips grazed mine, a slow, sensual tease. "It's my desire to be bitten by you like that," she whispered, her voice laced with an intoxicating blend of desire and mischief.

I squeezed her waist, eliciting a soft "Mmmm…" from her. She cupped my head in her hands.

"Shouldn't we bring Ved?" I asked, a sudden thought striking me. "Isn't it time, vadhina?"

"Your brother said he'd be home a little early today," she replied, her fingers tracing  patterns on my scalp. "He'll pick him up on the way."

"Oh, really?"

She placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. "Maridhee, will you fulfill your vadhina's desire?"

"I'm just wondering if brother won't fulfill it," I replied, a hint of playful defiance in my tone.

"Not your brother, dear," she murmured, her voice laced with an undeniable longing. "I want you to fulfill it."

"But why me?" I pressed, curious.

"I don't know," she confessed, her gaze softening. "The way you look at me, the way you praise me, how you enjoy my cooking... maridhee, you do like your vadhina, don't you?"

I lifted my head and kissed her neck. She tangled her fingers in the hair at the back of my head, pulling me closer, pressing my face into her neck.

"I swear on this neck, vadhina," I whispered, my voice raw with emotion, "I like you very much."

She grabbed my hair, tilting my head back, and then our lips met. Her full, luscious lips devoured mine, biting them like ripe, bitter gourds. My hands found purchase on her waist, pulling her closer. Her nighty rustled against my pants, her underwear rubbing against me as she shifted.

"Umm… vadhina…"

"Maridhee," she breathed, her voice a low moan, "don't misunderstand me, but your vadhina has a bit more of these desires, dear… your brother isn't quite enough."

"Don't say that, vadhina," I protested, a blush creeping up my neck. "I feel shy."

She took my right hand and placed it on her left boob. "That's why I like you, dear," she purred. "I thought of giving you many opportunities when you were studying for your degree."

"Umm…"

I grabbed her braid with my left hand and kissed her lips again, our tastes mingling. My grip on her breast tightened.

"Umm… Hari," she gasped. My thumb grazed the hardened, pea-sized nipple beneath her nighty.

"Ohh…" she moaned softly.

"You don't wear a bra at home, do you?" I whispered, my voice thick.

"Hmm… maridhee catches on with just a glance," she teased, a playful smirk on her face.

I pressed my thumb against her nipple again.

"Ahh…" she sighed, a delicious tremor running through her.

"Should I thank Ved?" I asked, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"Why, dear?"

"Because he did this for his chaacha , didn't he?" I replied, a sly grin spreading across my face.

"Oh, why would you say that, dear?" she chided, though a hint of a smile played on her lips.

I rubbed my palm around her swelling breast, as if lathering it with soap. "They've become so plump since he came, haven't they?"

"So, what, maridhee?" she challenged, a teasing note in her voice. "Are you saying they weren't before?"

"It's not like that," I insisted, my voice softening. I bent my head and kissed her boob, feeling a shiver run through her as she melted into me.

"You've always been beautiful," I murmured, my lips damp against her nighty. I rubbed my finger over the wet spot again.

"Ohh, Hari…" she moaned, her voice filled with longing.

"I want it, vadhina…" I whispered, my desire palpable. "I want to take it."

"I want to give it to you, dear," she confessed, her voice barely audible.

I curled my fingers from below and squeezed, eliciting a soft "Mmmm…" from her.

"Give it, vadhina?" I urged, my voice hoarse.

"It's not the right time, dear," she whispered, her voice tinged with regret.

"The more you delay, the plumper they'll become," I countered, my voice low and urgent.

"I'll give it to you, dear," she promised. "When I do, use your arrogance to drain their plumpness with tartness."

"Should I only drain the plumpness, or anything else?" I pressed, my voice playful.

"Ugh, you idiot," she chided, a playful slap to my arm. "Wasn't the prick enough for you, kid?"

I kissed her again in the same spot, my lips lingering. "The fever won't go down completely unless the needle pricks correctly, will it, vadhina?"

She kissed my forehead. "Hari, time's running out. That's enough."

"Just with a kiss this time too?" I grumbled, disappointment creeping into my voice.

"For now, make it with this, dear," she said, her voice gentle.

"But my hunger doesn't seem to be decreasing, vadhina," I protested.

"I thought I'd let you drink milk if you came early today, but you delayed it," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

She began to pull away from me. "Wait," I said, holding her close.

"Brother will come," she whispered, her voice firm. "Be a good boy. When brother goes to the village, you can be my bad boy."

"Nothing until then?" I pleaded.

"I'll give you a chance, maridhee, just let the opportunity come," she promised. She finally pulled away from me.

"Vadhina, one minute," I said, a sudden thought occurring to me. "Why is brother going to Hyderabad?"

"Our Uncle Mohan is buying some building in Hyderabad, apparently," she replied. "He's taking your brother with him for that."

"Hmm, okay."


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I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Four more days crawled by, each one a testament to my impatience, until finally, Thursday dawned again. Today was the day I had to take Peddamma to the temple for the Annadanam. My plan, meticulously (if somewhat guiltily) crafted, was to invent some excuse to leave early, securing a precious window of time with Vadina, from 10:30 to at least 12:30.

I went through the motions of bathing, and soon after, Peddamma did the same. Vadina had made payasam, a sweet, creamy pudding, and I savored every spoonful. I watched as she, too, retreated to her room to bathe. A flicker of dismay went through me—Vadina was going to the temple again. This golden opportunity, it seemed, was slipping through my fingers once more.

Yet, a sense of calm settled over me. There was tomorrow. Vadina herself had promised that if Annayya went to Hyderabad, she would let me sleep next to her. That thought was a comforting balm, easing my immediate worry. I finished the payasam, placing the empty bowl aside, the sweet residue still on my tongue.

Then, she emerged from their room. She was wearing a nightie. My heart leaped. Vadina wasn't going to the temple.

“The opportunity hadn't just come; 

it had arrived with a flourish. 

This, truly, was the celebration I had been waiting for.”

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