Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[yazhiniram]

I went straight to the bathroom.

Didn’t wait.

Didn’t sit.

Didn’t pause.

Just walked.


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The towel was hanging loose now.

Not fresh anymore.

Damp from inside.

Edges folding, weight pulling it down.

One tug and it opened.


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I unwrapped it slow.

Dropped it beside the bucket.

Didn’t fold.

Didn’t care.

Just let it fall.


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Naked body under the light.

Chest rising.

Thighs parted.

Stomach soft.

I turned the tap.


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Cold water came.

First drop hit my back.

I shivered.

Shoulders pulled in.

But I didn’t stop.


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Palms under the stream.

Cupped water.

Poured it over chest.

Then arms.

Then stomach.


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Let it run between my legs.

Washed off the stickiness.

Not just outside.

Even inside.

That leftover ache.


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Soap was small.

Half-used.

Edges soft.

I lathered it.

Rubbed arms first.


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Then breasts.

Slowly.

One at a time.

Lifted each one.

Washed under the curve.


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My nipples stayed stiff.

Touching palm.

Brushing.

But I ignored.

Didn’t let it grow.


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Bent forward.

Washed thighs.

Knees.

Ankles.

And between legs.


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My cunt was sore.

Not from touch.

From want.

Like it had waited too long.

I cleaned it gently.


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Rinsed everything.

Let water run from neck to toe.

Till I felt new.

Clean.

Lighter.


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I stepped out.

Didn’t waste time.

Took towel — this time fresh one.

Wrapped it.

Tight.


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Went straight to kitchen.

Body still damp.

Feet leaving marks on floor.

And the smell hit me.

Right away.


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Chicken gravy.

Rich smell.

Pepper.

Tomato.

Onion.

That thick, spicy oil floating on top.


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I stirred it gently.

Meat was soft.

Gravy was dark.

Curry leaves floating.

Right smell.

Right texture.


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I turned off the gas.

Covered it with lid.

Done.

Perfect.

I smiled. Small one.


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Now — clothes.

I walked to bedroom.

Opened cupboard.

Stood there for two minutes.

Looking.


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So many sarees.

Some bright.

Some heavy.

But I didn’t want all that.

Not tonight.


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I picked black.

Plain border.

Soft cotton.

Felt nice on skin.

Breathable.


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Black blouse.

Elbow sleeve.

Simple.

Petticoat — same shade.

Cotton panty.

Black bra.


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Wore panty first.

Pulled it high.

Then petticoat.

Tied knot tight.

Bra — hooks at back.


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Adjusted cups.

Tied blouse.

Checked neck.

Tucked saree.

Folded pleats.


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Pleats neat.

Pallu high.

Pinned it.

Not loose.

No mistake today.


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Hair — combed once.

Tied back.

Loose knot.

No clip.

Simple.


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I stood in front of mirror.

Checked once.

Neckline — safe.

Pallu — strong.

Only small hip curve on left.


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That’s okay.

Not too much.

Just clean.

Modest.

Sharp.


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I smiled at my own face.

Then patted my head.

In the mirror.

Soft tap.

“Good girl,” I whispered.


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I walked to hall.

Sat slowly on sofa.

Legs crossed.

One sigh left from chest.

Peaceful.


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Clock said 7:15.

I picked up my phone.

Dialed.

“Hello, akka?”


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“Hmm?”

“Food is ready. You can come.”

“Why you took so much headache, Pavi?”

Her voice came soft.

“We could’ve just ordered something.”


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“No no.”

I smiled.

Shook my head.

“I wanted to cook. You just come. Chicken gravy is ready.”


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“Okay, okay. Five minutes.”

I ended the call.

Placed phone down.

Adjusted saree near knee.

Pulled pallu over shoulder.


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Fan moved slowly above.

My body had cooled.

But my mind stayed alert.

Quiet.

Balanced.


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Ten minutes passed.

Doorbell rang.

I stood.

Walked.

Opened door.


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It was Radhika akka.

She smiled.


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I opened door wide.

“Come, akka.”

She stepped in.

Looked around.

“Raj anna?”


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“Coming in five minutes,” she said.

Removed slippers.

“Sit, akka. I’ll get water.”

I turned toward the kitchen.

Calm.

Clean.

Ready.


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Radhika took the glass with both hands.

Sipped slowly.

Her pallu slipped from one shoulder. She pulled it back.

Gold bangles made a light sound.

She let out one tired sigh through her nose.


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I sat beside her.

My knees together, palms on thighs.

I smoothed my saree down carefully.

Just habit.

Even though it wasn’t wrinkled.


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“Travel was okay, akka?”

I asked gently.

She nodded.

Same thing as Raj said.

Tired. Car travel. Long.


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I smiled.

“But you look fresh.”

Just teasing.

She gave one tired smile.

“Fresh? I look like rice bag now.”


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I was about to say something back—

But the doorbell rang again.

That small ding-dong.

Soft, but sharp inside the quiet hall.

Akka started to rise.


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“I’ll open—”

“No,” I said quickly.

My palm touched her knee.

“Sit. I’ll go.”

She nodded and leaned back.


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I stood.

Walked quickly to the door.

Didn’t peek.

Just opened it gently.

It was him.


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Raj.

Same relaxed face.

Same sleepy eyes.

But sharp underneath.

He walked in slow.


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As he passed me, he said it.

Very soft.

Under breath.

“You look nice.”

That low voice.


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No drama.

But it hit.

In my stomach.

One jump.

Like something fluttered inside.


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My cheeks warmed.

Blood came up.

Did akka hear?

I didn’t know.

I didn’t check.


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I bit my lip.

Lightly.

Followed him back to hall.

He sat down.

Corner of sofa.


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One leg crossed.

Leaning back.

Relaxed like he was in his own house.

I said, “Come. Let’s eat. Food is hot.”

He didn’t move.


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“Wait,” akka said.

She stood.

Pointed toward the attached bathroom.

“Let me use the restroom first.”

“Okay, akka,” I said.


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She walked off.

Closed the door behind.

Now it was just me.

And him.

Quiet again.


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I sat on the other end.

Slowly.

Not close.

Opposite corner of the same sofa.


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He turned his head.

Grin already forming.

Teasing one.

Small.

But strong.


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“So,” he said.

“When did you change your saree?”

My eyes widened a little.

“What?”


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“Saree,” he said again.

His eyes dropped.

To my waist.

“My eyes saw a different one earlier.”


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I looked at him sharply.

“Why are you asking that?”

But my stomach already knew.

Why.


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He saw.

That earlier saree.

Pallu kept slipping.

Right side open too much.

Blouse too short.


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If I turned too far — breast was showing.

He saw.

Now he’s teasing.

I knew.

He knew.


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I smiled.

Didn’t say anything.

Let it pass.

He was watching my silence.

Eyes playful.


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“Radhika is here,” I reminded.

Like warning.

He leaned back more.

“So what?”

He said.

“Let her be here. Old aunty she is.”


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I looked at him with disbelief.

“Ayyyo. Now you're acting like young boy ah?”

He grinned.

“No. I didn’t say I’m young. I said she’s old.”


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I narrowed my eyes.

“Okay then. Who you want now? College girl? Office lady? What’s your age, tell.”

He didn’t answer.


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He just winked.

Slow one.

“You know whom I want.”

My breath paused.

Body still.


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Before I could speak—

He added, “Still young enough for college girls also, I’m telling you.”

I shook my head.

Blushing.

Tried to hide it.


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“Anna… you’re becoming something,” I murmured.

But I couldn’t stop my smile.

It came.

Without control.


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He stood up.

Suddenly.

Slow.

Not loud.

Not fast.

But like signal.


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He started walking.

Toward me.

Step by step.

My eyes didn’t move.

My chest did.


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One soft inhale.

Then another.

Akka was still inside.

Door shut.

Fan sound only.


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He didn’t stop.

Eyes only on me.

Body calm.

But gaze — full heat.

Not joking now.


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I sat still.

Didn’t move away.

But my heart—

It had already started.

That fast beat.

Right under blouse.


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He came closer.

And closer.

I could smell his shirt.

That faint sweat and soap mix.

It entered my breath.


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His foot touched edge of carpet.

My hand gripped sofa edge.

Softly.

My thighs pressed together without thinking.

I didn’t blink.


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He was in front of me now.

Almost.

Just one more step left.

And my whole body was waiting.

Not asking.

Just waiting.


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Raj came and stood in front of me.

Quietly.

Without sound.

But close.

Blocking the ceiling light.


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His shadow came across my lap.

Like a cover.

I looked up.

Face tilted slightly.

Neck straightening.


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Before I could speak—

One finger.

Just one.

Came near my chin.

Touched gently.


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He lifted my face.

Slow.

Soft.

Eyes watching my eyes.

Like he was searching something.


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“Hmm?” I raised one eyebrow.

My lips curved slightly.

“What now, anna?”

Voice light.

Playing.


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“You became dentist or what? Want to check my teeth alignment ah?”

One small smile escaped me.

That teasing kind.

He didn’t laugh.

But his smile deepened.


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Quiet smile.

Warm.

Settled on his lips like secret.

“No,” he said.

Still holding my chin.


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“I’m checking if this smile is real…”

His eyes didn’t move.

“...or just for show.”


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I let out one laugh.

Through nose.

Quick breath.

“You’ve started talking like those cinema heroes now,” I said.

Little amused.

Little warm.


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He didn’t answer.

But his other hand came.

Down.

Found mine.

Rested over softly.


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“Come,” he said.

Voice low.

Only between us.

“Stand up.”


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I hesitated.

Just a second.

Then I let him pull.

His hand was firm.

Not rough.


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I stood.

Saree moved against my leg.

One pleat fell slightly out.

I adjusted it with my fingers.

Still holding his hand.


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“Anna, what’s all this?” I asked.

Eyebrows lifted.

Pretending serious.

“You came here for dinner or to rehearse for some stand-up comedy?”


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He tilted his head.

Half-smiling.

“Why not both?”


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I smiled.

Bit the inside of my cheek.

Didn’t reply.

He didn’t let go of my hand.


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His other hand moved.

Lower.

Slow.

Fingers brushing my waist.

Not grabbing. Just testing.


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A small tug.

Near pleats.

Like he was feeling the fabric.

Not pulling.

Just touching.


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“Now what?” I whispered.

Voice quiet.

Amused.

“Doing saree inspection also, uh?”


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“Hmm.” He answered without looking up.

“Just checking the cloth. Looks soft.”


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“Cloth?” I asked.

Smiling wider.

“Or skin underneath?”


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His eyes came back to mine.

Sharp.

Teasing.

Then his hand slid.

Brushed my hip.


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Palm open.

Just resting.

Holding like familiar thing.

Like memory.

Not new.


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My face changed.

I could feel it.

Neck warmed.

Cheeks warmed.

I didn’t stop it.


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He saw.

That slight tension.

That small shift in my breath.

But he didn’t press.

He just held.


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“This black saree suits you,” he said.

Like comment.

Not flirt.

But still made my skin react.


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“Why?” I asked.

Voice still soft.

Still pretending nothing.

“What’s special in black?”


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He looked at my waist.

“Black and orange is always best match.”


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I blinked once.

Then I got it.

Orange.

My skin.

His eyes saw colour.

Not just cloth.


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My heart fluttered.

Tiny, strange jump.

I looked away.

Laughed softly.

Shy sound.


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“You’ve become too much, anna…”

I said it lightly.

But it came from deep.


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Then—

Click.

The bathroom lock.

Turning.

We both heard.

Same time.


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I moved—

But too slow.

His hand gave one quick squeeze.

Right on my hip.

Sharp.

Firm.


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“Aahh!”

It came from me.

Too loud.

Too fast.

Not shout.

Not word.

But moan.


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I froze.

So did he.

Then he let go.

Hand vanished.

Face turned calm.


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He walked.

Slow.

To the sofa.

Sat like nothing.

But I saw.

Corner of his mouth.

Twitching.


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I shook my head.

Lips tight.

Trying not to laugh.

I sat too.

Whispered low—

“That fear… should always be there, anna.”


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He didn’t turn.

Smiled without showing teeth.

“Only when needed,” he said.


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The bathroom door opened.

Radhika akka came out.

Wiping hands on pallu.

Face fresh.

Eyes moving.


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She looked at us.

Both of us.

Sitting.

Too silent.

Too smiling.


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“What’s this?” she asked.

One eyebrow up.

Playful voice.

“Both of you are smiling like something happened. What I missed?”


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I cleared throat.

“Nothing, akka. Just raj anna’s jokes only.”


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She narrowed her eyes.

“Hmm. Raj’s jokes are never clean, I know that much.”


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Raj laughed.

Face pure.

Pretending.

“See how they blame me for everything.”


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“Because you’re always guilty,” akka said.

She sat down.

Her bangles made noise.

I looked down.

Smiled quietly.

Heartbeat still not normal.


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“Okay, come,” I said softly.

Standing.

Hands on thighs.

I smoothed the saree once.

“Let’s eat before it gets cold.”


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They both got up behind me.

I walked first.

Light steps.

To the dining corner.

Three chairs.


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Raj anna took the far seat.

Near the window.

Same side he always takes.

He sat easily.

Legs stretched.


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I took the opposite.

Across him.

Facing straight.

Radhika akka came next.

She sat in the middle.


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One plate each.

I served rice first.

Soft, white, hot.

Steam rising.

Then chicken gravy.


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Dark brown.

Thick.

Red oil shining on top.

Smell strong — pepper, ginger, masala.

It filled the air.


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“Smells good, Pavi,” akka said.

She smiled.

Voice tired but kind.

“Thanks, akka,” I smiled back.

Sitting down again.


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We started eating.

Raj dipped rice in gravy.

First bite slow.

Chewing.

Head tilted slightly.


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“Slightly spicy,” he said.

“But perfect.”

“Hmm.” I nodded.

“I kept it little strong today.”


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Then silence.

No talking.

Only soft eating sounds.

Bangles clinking.

Spoons touching steel.


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Then I felt it.

Under the table.

A foot.

Light brush.

My calf.


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Not kick.

Just touch.

Slide.

I didn’t look.

I knew.


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Raj.

His leg again.

“By mistake” maybe.

Then again.

This time firmer.


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Against my shin.

Then calf.

I shifted in my chair.

Little to the side.

Didn’t react.


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Didn’t stop him.

Didn’t allow.

Just… continued eating.

Normal.

But I knew he knew.


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I finished first.

Plate almost clean.

“Let me wash,” I said.

Stood.

Carried plate to sink.


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Water ran cool.

Over my fingers.

I washed gently.

Then wiped on towel.

Came back.


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Akka was still eating.

I stood beside her.

“Akka, little more chicken?” I asked softly.

She shook her head.

Smiled.


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“No no, I’m full. That was nice.”

Her palm rested lightly on her stomach.

“Rice itself was enough.”

She stood.

Went to wash.


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Raj was still eating.

Last few bites.

Slow.

Taking his time.

I stood beside him.


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Bent slightly.

“Anna, take one more piece no.”

I said gently.

Already reaching for bowl.

He shook head.

Chewing.


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“No, Pavi. It’s enough.”

But I didn’t stop.

Spoon already in hand.

I dipped it.


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He raised his plate slightly.

Maybe to stop me.

Maybe to joke.

But—

His elbow shifted.


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Brush.

Against my chest.

Full.

Soft.

My breast.


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Just one second.

Saree and blouse.

But I felt it.

Direct.

Firm.


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I stopped breathing.

Body froze.

In that second—

Spoon slipped.

Chicken dropped.


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Two pieces—plate.

One—

Lap.


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“Oh no—sorry—!”

Words came fast.

I bent.

Hand moving before mind.

Reacting.


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I reached for the fallen piece.

Hand touched…

Not chicken.


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His cock.

Through pant.

Hard.

Full.

Alive.


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I jerked hand back.

Shocked.

Fingers trembling.

But too late.

He knew.

I knew.


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I picked the piece.

Dropped it into side plate.

Didn’t meet his eye.

Not even for second.


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Only two seconds passed.

That’s all.

But my cheeks were burning.

Like fire under skin.


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I stepped back.

Quick.

Eyes searching.

Where’s akka?


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There.

She was just walking back.

Wiping her fingers.

Face relaxed.


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I moved to her.

Normal face.

Normal walk.

Inside, full heat.

Behind me—


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Raj pulled his shirt down.

Fast.

Covering his lap.

His plate.

His stain.

But his face — silent.

Calm.


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Like nothing happened.

But I had already felt.

Everything.

That press.

That weight.

That heat.